#hi hello i'm back on my glasses bullshit

[ddejavvu]

can I request one with Spencer Reid based on the season 4 club scene??? He's there with Morgan and stares at the reader and Morgan shows him how to approach her but the reader doesn't fall for Morgan's approach, then Reid gives it a try and she turns into a giggly blushing mess at how cute he is and his weird facts!! Idk something fluffy??

reader is slightly mean to morgan in this one and i'm so sorry to have dissed the love of my life </333

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"Don't bother," Morgan catches Spencer's shoulder when the man looks like he's about to give you their 'have you seen this man?' spiel. "I tried to tell her about the unsub, but she's not very impressed by men cornering her in the club. We don't have to worry about her, she won't fall for his bullshit."

"She should know, though." Spencer frowns, watching as you stare lazily at your drink, watching condensation drip down the glass, "I'll tell her."

"Reid, I'm telling you, she's not a potential victim," Morgan squeezes his shoulder, "Listen, if I couldn't get her to talk to me, there's no way the creep we're looking for could win her over. And he's not gonna waste his time on someone who says no to him."

The expression on your face changes from a dark scowl when a man stands a few inches too close to you while ordering a drink, to a soft, disinterested pout when he leaves again and you're able to relax. You don't look resistant, you look hesitant. You don't look like you're refusing to talk to anyone, you look like you're waiting for the right person to talk to you, and Derek Morgan was wrong.

"I'll just be a minute," Spencer slips out from beneath Derek's heavy hand and ignores the agent's groan as he approaches you. He knows Morgan's eyes are heavy on his back while he steps up to your barstool, but he pushes away the pressure of an audience to smile kindly at you.

"Hello," He offers, his voice barely audible over the music. His fingers latch tight around the strap of his messenger bag and the flyer he's holding wrinkles in his firm grip, "I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, I'm here to warn you about a potential threat."

Maybe it's not the strongest way to start off a conversation with a pretty girl at a bar, but it's the information you need to know. Stuttered flirting and watered-down drinks can come later, if they happen at all; Spencer's priority is your safety.

Your brows raise and you look past Spencer's shoulder hesitantly, "Is it him? He tried trapping me earlier."

Spencer's chest relaxes slightly where it had been tensed, and he lets out a mild laugh, "Well, he's not the main threat I'm worried about. Did he- did he do the thing where he called you sugar?"

"Mm-mm," You shake your head, taking a sip of the sad remains of your drink and speaking after you swallow, "Sweet cheeks."

Even Spencer winces. Where Morgan's strategy is charm first, then the ugly stuff, Spencer thinks it's only fair to let you know why he's there before letting himself get distracted.

"He thinks that's some sort of magic spell," He laments, "Uh- I'm sorry if he made you uncomfortable. Technically, he was just trying to warn you about the same guy I'm warning you about, but we have a very different way of going about business."

"I can tell," You nod, eyes widening slightly for emphasis. Then you glance at the stool beside your own, "Sit down, Doctor. Tell me about this creep. Well- the one on the flyer."

Morgan watches with something ugly rearing in his chest as Spencer takes the seat you've offered him, but he wrestles it down to replace it with pride. Perhaps he'll have to reevaluate his strategy when it comes to disinterested patrons, but as he watches Spencer magically find his business card behind your ear, he's not sure he'll ever have what the young doctor does.

[newrochellechallenger2019]

Kinktober Week 2

Sex Toys/Creampie/Praise + Degradation/Oral Sex

divorced!art donaldson who buys you the rose toy

in the final years of his marriage to Tashi, the two of them had barely fucked, and when they had it had been so vanilla, it hardly counted.

he felt like it had been so long, he wouldn't even know what to do when he started seeing you. you, the young tennis protege he'd taken under his wing, for 'coaching' of course, and if his cock ended up buried in your tight pussy after a particularly good practice so what?

it didn't take the two of you long to cut the bullshit and start dating officially, and now you'd practically moved into his mega-mansion.

-

art steps through the front door, slipping a parcel in his pocket and he spots you in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, drinking a glass of water.

he walks over to you, a playful frown on his face as he slots himself between your legs in greeting, 'what have i told you about sitting on my counters?' he scolds, his eyes twinkling with mirth so you know he's not truly mad.

you offer him a mischievous grin in response, 'didn't know you were home' as you sip your water, 'well i am now' he retorts, taking the water glass from your hand and putting it down on the counter beside you.

he presses his lips to yours in a loving kiss and after a beat of surprise you kiss him back.

he puts his hands under your ass and lifts you up into his arms, kissing you hungrily, he does a stupid little spin as you wrap your legs around his waist, showing off his tennis physique as he carries you into the bedroom.

you giggle as he drops you onto the bed, clambering on top of you immediately and kissing at your neck as you squeal, 'what's all this for?'

'can't i say hello to my favourite girl? i missed you' he grins against your collarbone, biting down on it to curb your protests before sitting up 'and i got you a present', he pulls out the parcel from his trouser pocket and holds it out to you.

you tilt your head to the side 'are you sure i'm not missing anything...?' you say as you open the parcel 'baby...' he whines, 'come on let me spoil you'.

your brow furrows as you open the parcel and you stifle a laugh as you look at the rose toy inside. art's watching you intently, waiting for your reaction and as you meet his eyes, he starts to ramble 'i just- i haven't bought a sex toy in so long, certainly not like this so i googled and everyone on social media says it's incredible- and-' you cut him off with a kiss, too kindhearted to tell him it was mostly a joke. 'thank you baby, it's perfect' and he smiles, reassured.

'look i was thinking...that we could...' he begins tentatively 'do you want me to show you how it works?' you answer for him, enjoying the way this was going immensely.

he swallows, hard before nodding. you smile and slide your shorts off, tossing them off the bed and leaving you in his stanford shirt and your underwear.

his gaze trailed over your body lustfully as you opened the packaging and pulled the toy out.

you looked up at him expectantly 'little help?' you purr sultry and he scrambles over to you, thick fingers pulling your panties off your legs and chucking them aside, his eyes drawn to your cunt, and the perfect little bud just beginning to peek out.

you grin as you lower the toy to your clit, allowing it to latch as you turn it on.

you immediately squeal as the vibrations begin and art's eyes widen with desire, watching as your face contorts with pleasure.

'holy shit' you pant, pressing the toy closer to your pussy, the vibrations causing your body to shake.

'yeah like that baby' he praises breathlessly, hands undoing his trousers but eyes still on you.

'weren't...kidding...' you moan, turning the vibrations up deftly and your back arching.

'no?' he grins, tugging his boxers off, cock half-hard. 'tell me how it- fuck- feels love' and he begins to palm at his cock, watching your pussy as though it's heaven sent.

'can't' i mewl, face flushed in pleasure, feeling the toy latch on further.

he continues to masturabate, his face at eyeline with your pulsating, glistening cunt. 'aw, ngh- you can't take it baby?' he teases and you moan.

he grins deliciously as an idea comes to him and his pace increases until he's cumming ropes with a groan, hand now coated in his white cum 'ngh- let me- help you- darling' and two of his wet fingers slide themselves into your open pussy with little resistance and you whine, high-pitched 'no- wait'

'you can sweetheart, i know you can' he breathes, mesmerised and you whimper as his other hand moves yours off the toy and he holds it, feeling the power of it in his palm.

you can feel his thick fingers against your walls and you clench instinctively. 'good girl' he praises 'told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?'

you nod desperately, hips bucking as his fingers twist inside you, combined with the suction on your clit. 'mmf-too...ah!...much'

'it's okay, i got you' he soothes, his fingers scissoring inside you and he deftly turns the vibrations up on the toy and your thighs start to shake, a sign you were close.

you come with a shudder, moaning his name and gripping the sheets and he watches intently as the waves of orgasm crash over you, murmuring praise, 'that's it, good girl' repeatedly as you soak his fingers in clear liquid.

he turns the toy off and pulls his fingers out, licking them clean, your juices and his combined and you just stare at him, eyes glazed over with pleasure.

'so...good present?' he jokes with a wry grin and you crack a smile, giggling and he scoops you back off the bed and carries you to the bathroom to clean up.

[archangeldyke-all]

thoughts and opinions on ceo sev falling asleep at her desk??

bonus if you’re not the first one to find her, but someone else comes and finds you like “uhh, your wife… i— you should go check on her…”

PLEASE i loveher

men and minors dni

with the year wrapping up, it's time for sevika to give out her yearly performance reviews.

this means she's been holed up in your shared office all day, your co-workers trailing in one by one, only to leave about fifteen minutes later with various levels of disappointment etched into their faces.

sevika's warmed up a bit in her time as ceo-- and she's got a handful of colleagues she's even fond of. but if there's one thing your wife is good at, it's being an intimidating boss.

with your desk occupied by your co-workers all day, sevika's given you the day off.

she's been texting you steadily all day, keeping you company at home as she gets through her meetings. mostly just bullshit.

just did nick's review. he almost cried when i called him out on the way he talks to his lady clients.

what are u wearing? 👀

are we doing leftovers for dinner or do u want me to grab take out on the way home?

but now it's nearing five, and you haven't heard from your wife in an hour.

you shoot her a text.

'you headed home soon, love?'

you wait thirty minutes... nothing.

she could be in a long meeting. her last review of the day is seamus, but jamie was scheduled before him, and jamie loves to gab. it's not unlikely that jamie's put sevika and seamus' schedules behind with stories about his ever growing pack of wiener dogs.

when six rolls around and you still haven't heard from her, you decide to give her a call.

after a minute of ringing, the call goes to voicemail.

you aren't worried. someone at work would've called you if sevika was injured, or her car broke down, or her phone died, or something. you're just... confused.

on the rare days that you aren't coming home from work together, sevika calls you on her drive home to chat.

at six thirty, you get a call from seamus.

"hello?" you ask.

"hey..." he says hesitantly, like he's waiting for you to speak.

"...seamus, you called me, dude." you remind your friend. he chuckles a bit, then speaks.

"i don't exactly know how to say this... but you need to come back to the office to wake your wife up." he says, his voice in a whisper.

you blink. "what?" you ask.

seamus giggles and your phone buzzes. "check your phone."

you pull your phone away from your ear long enough to open the message you'd just received, cackling when you open the picture.

sevika's fallen asleep at her desk, her face smashed against her keyboard, a few papers still gripped in her hands as she snores away.

"how long has she been sleeping!?" you ask, pulling the phone back to your ear as you start to get your shoes on.

"i have no fucking idea-- i knew she had jabby jamie before me, so i just kept waiting and waiting for her to call me in for my meeting, but after an hour i decided to peek in and..."

"this is so stupid." you giggle as you pull on your coat. "just, like, cough loudly or something!" you suggest, even though you're already halfway to the car, ready to drive halfway across town just to wake your wife up from a nap.

"she's sleeping so peacefully, though!" seamus complains. "and i know she's your 'sevi-bear' or whatever-- but she's my scary-ass boss! i'm not wakin' her up, especially not before my performance review!"

"oh shut up, you know you're her favorite."

"you're her favorite. i'm her weed guy."

you snort. "i'll be there in ten minutes."

"i'll be here." seamus replies with a smile in his voice.

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[huskersbooze]

Sick

Alastor x Reader

Summary : You get sick and Alastor keeps you company <3

Warnings : Swearing(lots of it)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : ALASTOR POV CUZ YES. Sick reader, implied relationship, h/c, fluff, comfort

Word count : 1.01k

“Hey, you alright, kid?” Husk tilts his head to the side, wiping down the last glass of the day.

You don’t respond. Instead, you’re staring off into the distance, dozing off in your own world.

“Kid?”

“Huh? What?” You finally snap out of your thoughts.

“Geez, ya’ look like hell.” Husk acknowledges. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I don’t think so?”

“Go rest. I’ll work alone today.”

“What? No! I’m fine I swear-” Before you’re able to finish your sentence, Husk flips you off.

“Bullshit. Go find your radio boyfriend.”

“Don’t bullshit me-”

You try arguing but Husk only smirks when he catches a glimpse of Alastor who’s appeared right behind you.

“Well, I just did.” He says. “Now stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I-” 

You feel a hand being put to your forehead and try to fight back, only to realise it was Alastor.

“High fever.” He lets go. “You’re being stubborn.”

“Oh, fuck you, Al.”

“We’ll fuck when you’re better, darling.”

You blush. Alastor grins. Husk tries to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails.

“You’re sick and you need rest, my dear. Come along.”

“I’m fine-”

Alastor can only sigh, picking you up as you yelp.

“This is completely, and utterly, your fault single-handedly.” He smiled as you pouted. “You're very much welcome, darling.”

“Whatever.”

-----

You managed to escape Alastor as he leaves to mess with Vox. (Ep2 lmao)

Upon returning to the bar, Husk was not pleased to see your ass out of bed, emphasising on how important sleep was to someone sick.

You couldn’t care less.

Though, after wiping down a few more bottles with him, your eyes doze off and your eyelids feel droopy.

“Kid?”

The world spins and fades away.

“Fuck! Kid, ya’ alright?! Alastor!”

-----

[Alastor’s pov]

I heard a little groan as my eyes widened.

"Darling." I whispered, hoping not to startle her.

"Al..?" She breathed out.

"Good morning." I joked, though so grateful she was now awake.

"Wha.. What time is it?" She asked, struggling to get up.

"Be careful." I ushered, helping her sit. "I'm not so sure myself. It's very late at night."

"Where am I?" She asked, finally waking up as she stopped slurring through her words. 

"My room. ‘I’m not sick’ my arse." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess you and Husk were right. I just thought I was a little sick." She murmured. 

"You are sick." I replied. "Just worse than you expected."

"Real humorous, Al." She gave a small, yet weak, giggle.

Silence filled the air between us, and we didn't say anything else after that. That was, until she gave a small sneeze. I could tell she tried to suppress it, but seeing it was late at night and so quiet, it was hard not to notice.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I could barely make out the silhouette of her nodding lightly. Without hesitating, I took off my coat and handed it over to her. "Better?"

"A lot. Thanks, Al." She replied. After another few seconds of silence, she spoke up once more. "Why aren’t you asleep?"

"You do remember your dear partner does not need, nor does he enjoy, sleep?"

"Excuse, excuses." She joked, earning a chuckle from me.

"I can't really sleep now." She suddenly says out of nowhere. One thing I really like about this girl, she says the most random things in the most random situations. "Could we do something else?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I laughed. "You need to rest."

"I'm aware. That's the initial plan, anyways." She joked. At least, I hoped she was joking.

"You sneaky little deer."

"Yes. That's me. Hello." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she proceeded to look at me in the dark room. “Besides, it’s not like anyone here at the Hotel is actually powerful enough to kill you.”

"Very well, then. What do you have in mind?"

“Some jazz and cuddles would be nice.”

-----

She chokes on another cough.

"Are you sure you're alright? You should really rest in such vulnerable state."

"I'm," Another cough. "Fine. I swear."

"If you insist."

After a while, I turned to face her, worried she wasn't enjoying herself anymore, only to find her sound asleep, clinging lightly to my shirt. See? I told you were sleepy. You just refused to listen to me. I stopped and watched the girl, moving little by little, afraid of waking her up.

She looked so peaceful. Though, it wouldn't be the first time I find her sleeping in my presence. I tugged a small strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted a little. I immediately paused. Shit, had I woken her? Though she soon returned to her slumber and she curled up into a ball in front of me.

I suppose this would suffice.

"Goodnight, darling." I whispered softly, laying next to her in the bed. "See you in the morning."

-----

[2nd person]

You awoke early in the morning, feeling well rested. Your bed was awfully more comfortable than you had remembered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them for the first time, only to find that you weren't in your own room. It took you a while to let things simmer in.

That's when you heard snoring next to you.

You turned to find the Radio Demon cuddled into a ball next to you in bed sleeping oh so soundly. The poor man probably hadn't had sleep in days. Before you could process what was happening, you checked the time and realized you had to be back at the bar for work in 5 minutes. Not wanting to wake Alastor up, you left him a quick note to thank him and left.

----

The whole day passed and you never caught sight of Alastor. After closing the bar, you headed to Alastor’s room,hoping to find him there.

You stop at his door and break out a tiny laugh.

On the door, a rushed sign saying — Sick. Keep out.

[rubra-wav]

Hello! I saw asks were open and I wanted to drop a request! What if Husk, Angeldust, and Alastor (separate) had a s/o who revealed that they could break deals on their (the collared's) end given some time?

Husk, Angel Dust and Alastor with a Dealbreaker S/O

[Part 2]

A/N: Alastor's is written as purely platonic tho per my personal boundaries

My Hazbin OC actually is a powerful Dealbreaker, so I'm going off of the lore I've thought up on this topic for him haha

I will maybe write a part 2 where reader actually manages to break the contracts rather than just saying they could.

CW: Sfw, angsty asf in places, reference to addiction, mention/reference to violence, Angel's touches a bit more on abuse response/trauma response type stuff, body/ horror imagery in Alastor's (Alastor being the creature he is basically)

Husk

- Husk would not believe you at all at first.

- He would be tending the bar and then stop mid-drying a glass as a heartbreaking hint of hope (the first hope he'd felt in centuries) passes over his face for a second before crumpling and turning to extreme bitterness.

- "That's not funny." He'd growl through grit teeth at you, thinking it was some kind of cruel joke.

- When reassured that you are absolutely serious, he gives you more of a look of almost pity, sighing as if deeply tired.

- He tells you that multiple people have told him the same thing over the years, and that they have all failed just the same.

- All skilled people who were known to be able to break even soul ownership deals wide open.

- The leash Alastor had on him was air-tight.

- He basically tells you it would be a giant waste of time and that you should give up and focus your time on something better then a poor old sinner like himself.

- When you don't back down from the discouragement, he sighs again, but feels warmth burning in his chest at the fact you wanted to help him so badly.

- He's not hopeful, but he wants to have faith in you even if he's trying to discourage you and scare you straight as much as possible.

- He wants so badly to be free so he can be with you without any limits of his commitment to you and only you. To not have to think about whether he's going to be summoned to some bullshit getup again whenever Alastor gets bored of the Hazbin Hotel.

- Deep down he's absolutely desperate for you to succeed in your mission.

- He wants the catalyst for his alcohol problem to go away so he can live and finally actually be happy without the heaviness of his deal weighing on him at all times, making him desperately need the escape.

- He absolutely will tell you very very seriously to not to let this slip that you're doing this to anybody though - or talk about this in a place you aren't absolutely confident doesn't have any certain member of the hotel listening in.

- Husk doesn't think that Alastor would harm you physically over this, that asshole would probably just find it amusing. However.

- Husk's worst fear would be you trying to get him his soul back by signing away yours, something very possible Alastor would offer as a trick.

- He'd be skeptical, fearful of you succumbing to a deal with Alastor, and not very hopeful at all as he's tried time and time again to break the contract on his soul. You are so... optimistic that you'll find a way, but again, his collar is air-tight. You'll have your work cut out for you breaking the deal of someone who's notoriously a dealmaker.

Angel Dust

- When you tell him that, he tenses up with a sharp inhale of breath, a complete 180 from how he just was seconds before, winding down from his night in his hotel room with you.

- Angel's deal would be logically way more easier to break. However, what Valentino's deal doesn't directly hold of Angel, the moth's manipulation keeps him stuck imprisoned under him.

- Angel absolutely would have thought of contacting a dealbreaker, however never actually would due to how terrified he is. If it turned out one of those people were a mole for Val trying to catch him out, Angel would be in so much pain from the punishment that that would entail. You cannot trust someone claiming to be a dealbreaker in hell isn't lying to you through their teeth.

- When he realises you are absolutely serious though, and obviously confident in your abilities, a myriad of harsh emotions pass across Angel's face. Fear (for both his and your safety), and hope made themselves the most apparent.

- Fear of what Val would do to him if he ever found out about this conversation. What he'd do to you.

- Valentino was certainly not above hurting people to get his way. Angel knew that better then anybody. But if Val ever caught wind that Angel's secret lover behind the scenes was trying to steal away Val's biggest money maker and favourite toy, he'd kill you. Straight up.

- That fear was there and was deeply terrifying to him. But so was the hope. A flurry of hope that fills him with relief and brings tears pricking at his eyes at the idea that he could actually be free of his captor and go do whatever you two decide and be fully happy without fear of Val.

- Live with you not as Angel Dust, but as Anthony. Completely his real, authentic self.

- "How." He whispers breathlessly.

- You tell him that you need to see the contract itself, analyse all the ins and outs and come up with a counter-contract.

- There would be a few ways you could actually break the deal from there, and although they would be time consuming and possibly (very much probably) dangerous, you were confident you could break him out.

- Angel would be extremely fearful, but also hopeful. You seem confident in your ability as his contract is messy and poorly crafted. He's reassured as you say that what's mostly chaining him down is the psychological control Val has over him.

Alastor

- When you tell Alastor this, I feel he could respond two ways depending on how you've learnt that information.

If he hasn't told you himself:

- If he hasn't told you this or doesn't know how you've found out, he's going to be absolutely pissed. At you and probably Husk (assuming Husk told you)

- He'd turn towards you with jerky, unnatural movements, bones and joints cracking loudly in a cringe worthy way. Overhead, the lights would be flickering as static begins to fill your head.

- Towering over you, he'd be still bent in that weird position as he grips sharpened claws into your shoulders. Your friendship is the only thing keeping him from making you nothing more then a stain on the wall.

- "Who told you about that."

- When you tell how you've found out, he likely let's out a chuckle dripping with anger that makes you want to cover your ears as the sound scrapes into them. "And what makes you think you could do what even I cannot?"

- He has analysed every single last clause, letter, meaning of the words used, every possible loophole in his contract to the point it's driven him to have multiple psychological breakdowns. To him there is no doubt in his mind at all that he's completely fucked by the contract he was tricked into and there's no chance in hell that you would ever be able to even assist.

- When you push and say that you want to do this for him, he's not even a little flattered at all, in fact, it bruises his ego massively that you'd have the audacity to confidently imply you could do what he's worked so hard to for 7 years.

- In instance one, he's incredibly pissed off at you for claiming you could ever undo his contract after learning about it from someone other then him, so angry he almost kills you. Leaves you alone shaking and afraid in the hall telling you not to say anything to anybody else about his deal, and to never so flagrantly exaggerate your own worth so massively again. Your prior confidence stamped down to embers.

If you are close enough of a person to him that he's confided in you about his collar however:

- He'd just chuckle, calling it cute that you thought you could do that while walking away.

- You miss the way his eye twitches.

- He'd still be incredibly angry about it, but due to not being surprised you knew of his biggest secret, he'd hide it much better.

- Continues to laugh when you insist you can do it, and would passive aggressively respond about how you should not overestimate your abilities and mind your own business essentially.

- Again, he's pissed off and his ego is bruised about it. But this time, he's hiding it behind his smile and is passive aggressive as fuck about it rather then outwardly aggressive. He won't let you know how much you've actually gotten to him even though he would have let his walls down to some extent to ever tell you that.

A/N I was actually already planning a fully written x reader fic that's not just the dot points with Angel at some point where reader saves him from his contract, so like... Maybe I'll do full fics for dealbreaking Husk and Alastor's contracts as well because I'm kind of interested in exploring a fic w them after writing this now

(I'm probably gonna say this then eat shit via the universe straight after lmfao 💀)

[roguefankc]

It's Flu Season! And because Maverick would be the biggest baby if he got sick...

(Penny, Wolfman, Slider, Merlin, and Hollywood run though the front door of Iceman and Maverick house, with Iceman tiredly sitting on the couch in the living room)

Wolfman: Ice?! what's wrong?! We all got your message that you needed help!

Iceman: It's awful! The whole house is sick! First Hangman came down with the flu, then Phoenix, then Rooster, then Payback, and then all the rest of the Dagger Squad! I was running a sick ward all weekend!

Merlin:...wait, why isn't Maverick helping you?

Iceman (flatly): Because then came Monday...

(Maverick comes out in his bathrobe, hair tousled, pale, clammy, and half-asleep and in his hands a bottle of pills)

Maverick (whining): Ice, honey? Can you open the aspirin for me?

---

(The whole 80s Top Gun team and Penny stay to help Iceman run the house and take care of Maverick and the Dagger Squad)

(Maverick is in bed, weakly ringing a bell)

Maverick (ringing the bell): Slider...

Slider (in the next room helping Coyote): Give me a minute.

Maverick (ringing the bell): Slider...

Slider (in the next room): I said I'm coming!

Maverick (ringing the bell): Slider...

(Slider rushes into Maverick's bedroom in a panic): What?! What?! What?!

Maverick (weakly): My pillow needs poofing.

Slider (eye twitching):...Mitchell, I don't think you want to put a pillow in my hands right now.

---

(Maverick is in bed, whining and gasping for breath)

Maverick (weakly): I'm dying, Hollywood. I'm giving up the ghost. Every cell in my being is crying out in anguish. It was a good life while it lasted, but this is it. Hello, Grim Reaper.

Hollywood (with a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon in his hands): Cut the bullshit. The medicine doesn't taste that bad.

Maverick (weakly):...Goose? Dad? Carol? Is that you?

---

(Maverick is in his bathrobe, still sick, and in Iceman's home office while Iceman is frantically typing away on his keyboard)

Maverick: Ice, sweetie? Can you heat up some chicken soup for me?

Iceman (stressed): Mav, sorry but I'm really busy right now! I need to approve this contract in twenty minutes! Can't you just fend for yourself?

Maverick (whining): But I'm sick, honey...

Iceman: Mav, for fuck's sake, we're not talking brain surgery! All you have to do is open a stupid can and dump it in a pot!

(Maverick disappears into the kitchen and then come back a minute later. In his hands is a pot, and in the pot is a can of chicken soup. The can is open but the contents of the soup are still inside the can)

Maverick: Now what?

Iceman:...now, we talk brain surgery.

---

(Maverick stumbles in the kitchen where Penny, Wolfman, and Merlin are making soup and orange juice for all the Dagger Squad)

Maverick: Is it time for my aspirin yet?

Wolfman: No, Mitchell.

Maverick: But my throat hurts...

Merlin: Maverick, go back to bed. It hasn't been four hours yet.

Maverick: But my head hurts! My joints hurt! My eyes hurt! My body hurts! (in a baby voice) My itty bitty widdle pinkies hurt!

(Penny sighs and opens the aspirin bottle)

Maverick (smirks): I knew I'd win with that one.

Penny: These aren't for you.

(Penny gives two pills to herself, Merlin, and Wolfman and they all gulp them down immediately)

---

(BONUS)

(Cyclone is back at headquarters in his office, feet on his desk with a small glass of bourbon)

Cyclone (smiling): What a peaceful, quiet day.

[0v3rcast]

Tidal Waves (2)

[Swimming with sharks.]

(Warnings: canon-typical violence, gore(?), graphic descriptions of the above, a character you like might die, religious themes, I'll probably look for more warnings after I finish writing)

--

Awareness and senses return sluggishly to you in waves.

First: hearing. The gentle hiss of meat on a pan and the crackle of fire. Waves are crashing into the beach. The calls of gulls. Low talk, one voice lower, the other higher - the language is beyond you at this state of wakefulness.

Secondly: touch. Cold, ever so vaguely damp stone beneath your left hand. Coarse but warm fabric across your shoulders, legs, and torso. A cool hand in your right, the tops of the fingers scaly.

The third you regain: sight, if limited. The world is soft and blurry, vague definitions instead of clear understanding. Blobs of color sit near you, orange light shining into your eyes. You murmur in discontentment at this bright bullshit. It's too early for this. Or you're too tired. You don't know what time it is, and this shit sucks.

Number four: smell. You're assaulted by the pleasant aroma of cooking fish, some kind of baked gluten beast, and... soup? You think that's soup. Behind those scents, the scent of smoke and the scent of the beach. Your stomach piteously mewls with hunger.

Fifth: taste. Your mouth tastes like mouth. It's awful. Must have had it open overnight. There's fucking sand in it, too. You spit that out as you groggily pull yourself into a sitting position.

A large, warm hand comes to rest on your back as the gentleman from last night gives you a grateful smile, eyes bright and fond. "Hello again, my maker." Osial rumbles, voice deep and smooth. Somehow, just hearing it makes you feel safe.

"Did you rest well?" He asks, prompting a murmur of assent from you, and that makes him smile wider, revealing fangs. "Wonderful."

"You certainly looked comfy between us when I woke~" a soothing, regal female voice teases from near the fire, where the woman who was embracing you is seated, tending to slices of meat and several fish on sticks, a flat slab of stone over the flames the resting place of small flatbread discs. "All cuddled up to my lovely king."

"My moon! Show a little class," Osial says, cheeks reddening. "I'm very sorry about Beisht, my maker. She likes to tease people and get reactions."

The look on Beisht's face - a grin that's more than little lustful as she practically undresses her husband with hungry eyes at that comment - says that conversations aren't the only place that's she's a tease to get reactions.

You get the feeling Osial's imprisonment at the bottom of the sea was far less of a burden on his sanity than his wife's shenanigans, but the smitten look on both their faces heavily implies they wouldn't have it any other way.

---TIDAL---

Osial is holding your hands as he slowly steps out onto the surface of the ocean, the water solid beneath his feet as though it was ground.

"Come now, my maker. You can do it. Just imagine the water beneath your feet to be more like thick glass. This is very simple. And if it doesn't work, that's okay. It's your first time doing this, and everything takes practice," he says, giving you an encouraging smile, slowly stepping back once more.

You very nervously follow his lead, feet bare - lest you ruin your socks and shoes with saltwater - and flinch at first when your sole touches the ocean.

To your confusion, it holds. Your foot doesn't just sink straight into the sea. It doesn't feel like water, too, and much more like a waterbed, which gives you the most bizarre mental disconnect. It's so wobbly!

"Very good! Just a little more for now, and then we can go back in for lunch." He encourages.

...lunch does sound nice. Beisht is a deceptively good cook for someone who wholeheartedly admits her preference to eating things raw, and Osial is no slouch himself. The two of them usually take turns cooking, but they enjoy the domesticity of making it a team effort.

(You've even helped once or twice, and though you're not as experienced in the craft as the duo of literally immortal magic hydras, they compliment your efforts all the same.)

You take your next step. And another. Osial beams at you, slowly moving away, and lets you take more wobbly steps, arms out to stabilize yourself.

With each step, the waterbed feeling becomes fainter and fainter, water taking on the traits of ground as you acclimate.

"That's how you do it! You're doing wonderfully, just a little more!" He encourages further. "Try and run."

You trust him, but it takes a bit to gather your courage all the same. Hesitant steps become confident, and you break into a sprint. He cheers, arms up, and you think you can hear Beisht applauding your progress from the mouth of the seaside cave as you run in circles.

The sun shines brightly overhead, letting you look down into the sea, where you can see brilliantly colored fish swirl in a ring around you.

In a fit of childlike wonder, you drop to your knees and reach down into the waves, dipping one hand into the ocean, letting fish rub against your fingertips.

A shark's rough skin. The almost-sliminess of fish scales. The odd, blobby ponderousness of a jellyfish, and none of the sting. The firm, ever so faintly wet suction of an octopus' tentacles against your arm.

There's a genuine smile on your face as dangerous predatory fish accept being treated like dogs and cats, letting you run your hands over their backs and pet their fins.

(You don't notice Osial sneak back towards the mouth of the cave, where his beloved waits for him. They have lost time to make up for, and you're caught up with this moment of genuine enjoyment - he'd feel terribly guilty to interrupt it.)

---WAVES---

You return to the cave around sunset, having lost track of time petting and inspecting the various marine life, including a whale. How cool is that?! You got to pet a whale, and not in the fucked up SeaWorld-type way!

You even got a pet! There's a little water bubble floating over your shoulder with a teensy shark inside, though it doesn't quite match any you know of from Earth. You don't know how you did it, but you wanted to keep one of them with you at all times, and then bam. Mini-shark in a magical water orb.

Osial and Beisht are cuddling. His hair is down, and his entire everything is kind of messy, too. Her clothes are just the teensiest bit disheveled, but otherwise, she looks as timelessly gorgeous and well-maintained as ever.

You get the feeling you shouldn't bring the way you've just found them up, and thusly don't bring it up at all, opting instead to share some fish on sticks with the tiny shark while your hosts rest.

---TIDALWAVES---

With the ability to walk on water under your metaphorical belt, the friendly natural disasters that have been feeding you are now suggesting they move further away from the mainland, revealing to you that they've laid claim to an island chain in the vast space between Liyue and Inazuma, which they'd like you to come to as their guest.

You don't particularly have anywhere else to go, so you accept the offer graciously and let them lead the way.

The pair take on more aquatic forms, not quite hydras and more akin to a singular head-turned-eel.

You're given the chance to ride on Beisht's head as though she is some kind of very cool fantasy game mount as the two of them playfully race, and holy fuck are they fast, a current left in their wake that you think might have just launched several fish into the sky.

All you can do is hold on tight.

Behind you, sea life begins to move. Following you.

--TDL WVS--

In two hours, they've taken you possibly hundreds of miles from the mainland. You arrive at an island, which can see most of from the back of your hostess, who stops and raises up to allow you a better look.

Sparse puffs of grass, wonky palm trees, a few rocks, and a well-built but small home made from what must have been most of the island's resources.

It's nice, actually. Compared to the constant danger that could be lurking behind every corner in the world at large, this tiny place you can see most of at ground level is a breath of fresh air.

Beisht lowers her head, letting you hop down onto the surface of the sea and walk up the rather rocky beach.

Where you step, the beach becomes finer. Softer. Coarse grains and little pebbles become powdery sand, easy to walk on instead of gritty and pokey beneath your feet.

As you pass a large rock, it falls into more sand, and the seemingly random occurrence starts to spread like tendrils, devouring the beaches surrounding the island's soil and leaving behind much softer, more pleasant material.

As you come up from the beach to the more rich earth in the center, life blooms all around you in swirls. Lush grass springs up in a wave, short and somehow immaculate.

Gnarled tree stumps and lightning-warped remnants creak and groan as they're revived, sturdy trunks exploding upwards and branching out into dense shade-giving canopies, their roots biting deep into the dirt and spreading, linking into each other, fusing, anchoring the soil.

Stones tear free of the earth, making a dense pit that swiftly fills with pure, fresh water, a waterfall feeding it from somewhere within.

All around the island for miles, jagged fingers of rock tear out of the seabed, hiding just beneath the water, maliciously lying in wait to split the bellies of the ships unwanted visitors bring and cast the helpless souls into the waves.

Around the shipgutting rocks, the crueler sealife that followed you lurk. Predatory, venomous, poisonous. Sucker-studded tentacles with bonecracking grip. The low hum of voltage in Electro-charged monsters. Vicious beaks to punch through skin and scales. Maws of nightmarish fangs, unblinking eyes, and a taste for the flesh of man and beast alike.

Dark tunnels burrow down into undersea caves where forgotten monsters rest.

Coral erupts into bloom in the northwest, followed rapidly by sponges and a plethora of underwater plants, giving your new sanctuary a large area of color and vibrant sea life. It's as though someone took their paintbrush and swept it across the seafloor, leaving brilliant streaks of color. Many of the other aquatic beings who followed you here take this place as their home.

Tidepools yawn open at the eastern side, a microcosmic battleground where unfamiliar creatures grow strong in combat against their kin and other bizarre species, evolving, adapting, before braving the darkness around the rocks, hiding beneath the waves, a merciless tide of hungry eyes and ravenous mouths ready to protect you with everything they are and everything they will ever be.

You feel... cold. Tired. As though you've been sapped. The exhaustion mounts further as your powers continue to work subconsciously.

The island itself expands outwards in a paradoxical way, the inside becoming larger and the outside following suit without disturbing the wildlife whatsoever.

Dendro energy brings more trees up, grows grass, and makes bushes ripe with berries. Geo-influenced soil vanishes from other parts of the world, appearing here to add to the landmass.

Your exhaustion turns to pain as you're drawn from further, and you try to cry out. All that comes free of your throat is a small whimper.

Your vision blurs.

The world spins around you.

Before you collapse, you can see Osial sprinting towards you, a look of worry on his face and fear in his eyes.

He catches you in his arms as the world fades to black.

--IA AE--

The strain of your abilities forces you into magical dormancy.

For two weeks, you know nothing but faint flickers of hallucinatory dreams and the flow of energy in your body.

With you asleep, your powers - and the subconscious you - have far more energy to work with.

A simple hut becomes an expansive palace as an island becomes a continent of its own, the world's geography warping to make space for divine creation, new plants and animals borne to fill the ecosystem, all of them bent and built to serve you.

Teyvat uses this time to punish your betrayers in exquisite fashion.

As tectonic plates shift and rearrange, mass earthquakes rip across Liyue. Geovishaps who once slept beneath the earth are awoken in blind rages by the constant vibrations and noise.

Azhdaha himself goes free of his ancient prison to rampage.

Tidal waves tear into Inazuma, smashing ships to splinters and flattening homes. Thunderblight creeps across the land, beelining for nearby cities and rest stops for travelers, sickening and killing the unprepared.

An endless rain falls on Fontaine, causing floods and mudslides that carry hundreds to their deaths in unforgiving waters or crush the breath from their lungs.

Howling winds whip into tornadoes that bombard Mondstadt, tearing trees from the earth and hurling them into the walls as if to besiege the city.

Withering zones spread across Sumeru like a plague, devouring more and more plant life. Sandstorms scream across the desert regions at speed enough to peel skin from flesh if it goes uncovered for too long.

Natlan's heat becomes unbearable, the sun shining mercilessly down upon its inhabitants and trying to bake them in their own clothes. Attempts to beat the heat by going for a swim only ends in maulings by the wildlife.

Snezhnaya knows cold so bitingly bitter that people who go out in the snow without a Pyro or Cryo Vision can be found frozen solid in mere hours. It's literally safer to go outside after setting themselves ablaze.

Animals, even trained, become violent, drawing blood or seeking to break bones for even the slightest provocation.

Crops cease to grow entirely or start to rot on the vine.

Medicinal plants that once were safe to eat now carry potent emetic and diarrheal properties.

Stored salves dry to powder overnight, and poultices are found infested with bugs.

Water teems with bacteria and parasites that will not kill, but instead cause much suffering before safely passing out of the body.

Hilichurl camps explode with never-before-seen numbers, their swelling ranks stronger than ever before.

An ancient factory of Ruin Guards rumbles to life, conveniently empowered by a previously-defunct crystal containing massive amounts of energy. Constructs fresh from the assembly lines walk the lands, searching for foes.

For two weeks, Teyvat is hell for humanity, and it revels in their pain.

Some worlds want to watch men burn.

And oh, how they burn.

Teyvat plans to roast marshmallows amongst their remains.

(Guess they got their apocalypse out of you after all.)

---TIDLWAVS---

The one who wears your face is running ragged these days.

Teyvat decided to shit the bed and metaphorically blow apart half of the planet in what they must assume is a temper tantrum of literally apocalyptic proportions.

They curl their lip up in a snarl. Ever since you came back, everything's been going to the fucking dogs. Monsters everywhere, crop yields down, and now this horseshit.

Worst of all? Their favorite places seem to be under attack.

Coffee place they liked in Fontaine? Whoops, it looks like the foundations were too weak, and the entire building slid into the nearest body of water, destroying the place completely, the owner eaten by turtles.

Favorite restaurant? Went up in flames, thanks to a freak lightning bolt that also coincidentally blew the head off of the owner.

So much as professed a previous like to something as inconsequential as a fucking food cart? The bitch who owned it is dead with three-foot icicles in her back, now the world's most frozen pincushion.

Everyone keeps showing up and whining and pissing and shitting about needing their divine miracles, and they grant what they can with the powers they've stolen over the years, but there's always another mewling wretch who needs their boo-boos kissed.

Being a God was supposed to be a break from all the work. Was supposed to be a chance to sit back, relax, and be pampered by a bunch of brainless slugs who wouldn't know a real God from a fake one.

Or that's at least what Celestia promised.

Hopefully, this nonsense ends soon. If another parent cradling a dead child comes in wailing like a banshee, they might just smite the fucker and reunite them with their kid the opposite way.

---A E---

You wake again, warm and comfy, surrounded by thick, fluffy blankets, the sound of the sea distant but no less soothing. A cool, gentle breeze brushes past your face through the open window.

You slowly sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before letting out a jaw-popping yawn as you stretch out your arms.

Sunset, huh? You feel pretty good for someone who got a handful of hours as a nap.

This place is nice. Osial and Beisht must be fast builders to do all this in hours, not to mention crazy good at architecture.

A dresser full of changes of clothes stands next to the bed. You find quite a few of your favorite pieces of clothing, slipping them on with a little bit of a struggle (still being half-asleep does a number on your hand-eye coordination), and going out of your room to check it out.

The expansive hallways are odd to you. Stained glass windows depicting various legendary moments of Teyvat's past, including your creation of existence.

It's all sorts of fucked to think of yourself in such a way. Back home, religion was something people took comfort in, having hope in... or perhaps having an acceptable outlet for their grief through blame. Everyone was equally powerless compared to a god, and now?

Now you're that all-powerful being. Making the world change as you please. Adjusting the fabric of creation as though you were still playing a video game.

...can you still play Genshin here? You don't really have a phone. Or, well, any electronics for that matter.

You'll test that later. For now, the rest of this place needs exploring.

---a filthy world, unfit for your grace.---

Your exploration yields rewards! A fully stocked kitchen - complete with modern-age amenities - awaits you. An electric tea kettle beeps as you walk by, apparently having been ready to take from its heating element and put to use.

"Oh! My maker, good afternoon. Or, I suppose it is evening now, mm... did you have a good rest?" Beisht says, offering you a demure smile, her tail wagging twice in anticipation.

You agree. It was a good rest for the relatively few hours.

She grins(?). Or is it a baring of teeth? You can't tell either way. It's... mildly unsettling. Her entire expression screams 'I know things you don't and will lord that over you because it makes me happy'.

"Two weeks is really so little rest for you? I suppose that explains your absence from Teyvat, wǔ miàn shén." She teases.

Wait, what? Two weeks?!

She giggles at your flabbergasted expression. "Mhm. You slept through the changes you made to our home. Thank you for the renovations, by the way. I'd always wanted a palace, but neither I nor my star had any desire to put in the work for that. Guess good things do come to those who wait."

You sort of blink, confused. What is she talking about?

She blinks, smile dipping slightly as she realizes. "Oh. Right. You have no clue. Come on, I'll give you a tour."

You follow her out of the palace - which you still can't believe you made in your sleep, holy fuck - and out into the reforged island-country.

---wash it all away in a tidal wave.---

This place is gorgeous. Plants glow in the approaching night, bioluminescent and pleasantly scented. Animals eagerly allow your hands to run over their fur, scales, or skin, seeming to delight in your touch.

Speaking of the animals, all of them are so unique. There are little pangolin-dragons hunting squirrel-doves. Owls seemingly made from soul and circuitry swoop down and rip the electro crystals from geode-covered mice. Strange packs of fluffy, predatory mothcats wear down equally alien deer and slurp the blood from the cooling body of their prey with strawlike noodle-tongues they unroll from somewhere within their mouths.

The tidepools squirm and squelch with adorably ugly little freaks of nature locked in endless war, breeding and dying, consuming and being consumed, the choicest traits passed onto the victor. Centuries of bloody evolution are done in mere minutes with the aid of Darwinian slaughter, making an ever more deadly army of protectors for you.

Things you'd see in an analog horror depiction of Spore. Lovely pint-sized abominations straight out of science fiction books. Sweet, miniscule nightmares who trill and coo when you pet them - all vanish into the dark sea, lurking in lightless depths.

The coral reefs bloom with bright colors, bioluminescent neons crammed into pods attached to eerily motionless stalks of seaweed. Schools of fish swim by in glittering motion, their scales catching the dying light.

It's beautiful. You find yourself entranced, staring out at your creations with wonder. That you could make this in your sleep is fascinating and startling all at once - what could you do if you had mastery over these abilities in the waking world?

With renewed excitement, you continue the tour.

Ooh, is that flower your favorite color? How'd you manage to make the petals perfect triangles like that?

--- let the riptide tear them out of safe waters and drown them.---

The tour only ends up taking about three hours due to the teleport waypoints that have invited themselves to the expanded mass of land.

You've gotta give credit to yourself, you do good work when asleep! This place is great!

Osial joined the little expedition about an hour in and has since walked along with you two, his fingers laced with those of his better half as they adorably hold hands. You may fawn over them about it, making him blush and Beisht preen at the compliments.

On the distant horizon, several haphazard rafts with tattered sails drift towards your newfound place of rest.

--- let the seas boil! cast the traitors in and savor their pain!---

The arriving fleet of poorly constructed rafts is a cause for alarm at first, given their sudden appearance and number, but your fears are swiftly abandoned when you see the occupants.

A veritable armada of 'churls! Hilichurls, Lawachurls of all elemental variety, Mitachurls and Samachurls as well, all having crossed the sea well before any other humans could find this place.

You like them, given their kindness to you in the past, and are more than happy to welcome them to their new home and their place as your people.

Your presence seems to heal them or be changing them, you think. They look happier. Healthier. At the front of their congregation is the Unusual Hilichurl themselves, who decides to come up and excitedly shake your hand as they say something you can't quite parse.

Ah. Huh. Their rafts are made out of the huts you've seen them living in. They brought their own homes with them. That's handy.

Throughout the night, you spend time with the Hilichurls, watching and occasionally lending a hand with their construction.

You think this is what coming to Teyvat was supposed to be like - watching your creations flourish. Walking amongst them. Knowing them as they come to know you.

Being celebrated, not loathed. Loved. And loving in return.

Not being hunted and butchered like prey. Not being tormented, slaughtered, maimed. Not some plaything to break.

(The tiny bud of hate that grew in your chest as you were hunted has grown roots, now that you've seen what was supposed to be yours. It blooms, nourished with the awful realization of what you meant to the characters you'd grown to love so dearly.

You meant nothing to them if they could see someone with the face of their god and choose to draw a weapon. You were an object of convenience, just something useful to relieve stress by way of bloodshed.

No more.)

They had their chance and ruined it. You'll make your own happiness here instead.

And maybe, just maybe, one day, they'll come crawling back, dependent on your mercy.

Perhaps you'll show them some.

Perhaps you won't.

You don't care.

(Teyvat hears you. And it agrees with your judgement.)

<Burn. Drown. Strangle. Fry. Crush. Freeze. Shred. That is the fate all heretics deserve.>

[LET THEM BE LOST IN THE ENDLESS NIGHT. THE ABYSS HAS SUCH DELIGHTS TO SHOW THEM.]

---{let the light of the heavens burn all teyvat to cinders. the failure of a sustainer first of all.}---

The light of the sun sharpens over Mondstadt, over the first place that you died. Soil is replaced by unbreakable stone carved into perfect slabs.

A beam of pure energy screams down from above, slamming the Sustainer into the earth with such violent hatred that her bones snap and flesh is rent.

Shards of off-white skeleton pierce the flesh of her legs and arms like thorns on a stem, her blood bubbling from the gashes and punctures.

She gasps and gags around a broken jaw, coughing up blood as it floods into her lungs in the wake of broken ribs.

Her burned, split gut oozes intestines, ruptured stomach's acids already viciously attacking the surrounding tissue.

She can't remember the last time she ever felt so... powerless.

So... weak.

...so human.

Black creeps at the edges of her vision. She gazes up at the sun, one final time, and murmurs a question.

"Why?"

{failure. die. betrayer.} it hums back, beginning to sear holes into her vision.

Another beam of light comes down. A mistake is burned away, not even a soul left.

--- an endless kingdom comes tumbling down ---

Your imposter's body flickers as the glamour that once gave them your visage fades away, leaving them as they truly are. They can't quite tell that yet.

They do notice the totally deafening silence in the room. The looks of confusion on the faces of their minions. The dawning horror as dried crimson on ritual weapons specifically used to kill their impostor becomes flecks of brilliant gold.

"Did I tell you to stop?" They snap at the closest servant, who has dropped a bowl of fruit. The servant doesn't respond, eyes the size of dinner plates.

They realize the sudden strangeness of their voice.

They haven't heard that in... centuries, at the least. Whose voice is that? It wasn't theirs. They're still the Creator.

The doors slam open, and they look up to see several livid Allogenes, each carrying a blade flecked with the same gold.

"Well, fuck me." they hiss. It appears their vacation is over.

They stand, reaching for their powers, ready to empty the room of life... and find nothing.

Shock fades into dread.

The floor is quickly spattered with a very mortal, very human red.

--- may the waters recede and reveal truth in the wreckage. ---

You take a seat on the throne your Hilichurl followers have so lovingly crafted for you. Is it comfy? Not really.

Fancy? No.

But you think that would defeat the point of their efforts.

They've given you the choicest bits of what they brought with them - little trinkets, broken masks, bloodied arrowheads, rusted blades, and handfuls of old coins. Not the best the world has to offer, the best they can offer. That makes it so much more valuable.

The faith that feeds gods isn't in grand displays and luxury. It's in the quiet, simple, and unshaking belief that beats in their chests like a heart.

Perhaps, during your new reign, you will make mistakes. Things that shake their faith. People will become upset with you, as they do. But you can't help the feeling that, as long as you try your best and show your own faith in them, it will all work out in the end.

...But I suppose that's a story for another teller, mm?

[weebsinstash]

I've talked about romantic/sexual yandere Miguel being goaded on by an alternate of himself or another you, but, I'm also thinking about platonic yandere parental/guardian Miguel getting a little 'push' to realize he wants you to play a more central role in his life, either from being in competition with an alternate of his or outright being told by his alternate that it's what he should do

You're just in the Spider Society minding your own business and you see Miguel talking to, Another Miguel, but this one has glasses or a beauty mark or some distinguishing feature. The two of them are discussing anomalies and "the fate of the multiverse" and other such serious topics when you stroll by, giving a wave and such as hello when the second Miguel actually pauses their conversation to greet you, actually being, well, much like YOUR Miguel with his occasional sarcastic snark but, friendlier, introducing himself to you, shaking your hand, asking you questions like how old you are, how long have you been a Spider, etc, amd you're ready to start cracking jokes about how, maybe you'll start spending time with this new Miguel instead since 'yours' is suddenly so grumpy, when. Oh dear, the awkward thing happens. Here comes the other you, bounding right up to the other Miguel, "Papá, there you are 🥰 this place is like a maze and I got lost looking for you, dont leave me behind again 🥺"

Both you and Miguel are watching your alternates interact, actually silently internally in some weird sort of agreement with "this is kind of weird but also oddly wholesome... what the fuck, why do I want what they have..." but it's just. It's also just a little weird. You're literally watching another you cuddle up to another version of your boss, calling the man their dad, acting like they're legitimately his child, with the other man actually being genuinely caring and considerate back. Eventually in private Dad!Miguel asks Miguel about his relationship with you and is basically met with "what relationship. That's just my coworker" as Dad!Miguel rolls his eyes at his emotionally constipated alternate who's apparently going to need a little encouragement

Part of me is like, what if some bullshit happens like, Dad!Miguel is all "oh yeah well if you have such a handle on things and think they can take care of themself without any support or guidance, what are they doing right now" and Miguel is all huffy and all FINE LETS SEE, IM SURE THEYRE FINE and goes to, use his monitors or whatever to spy on you and, you're having like a mental episode, a real crying session, some real boo hoo sobbing and maybe even cutting yourself as Miguel is "coincidentally" having an epiphany that, hey, maybe you DO need an extra mentor figure in your life... maybe he can... ask you about your day and stuff? Dad!Miguel over here ready to rip his hair out as he realizes your Miguel went through all the second universe stuff and is now an emotionally bottled mess and, in a way needs you as much as you need him

Whether to encourage his alternate or help you since you resemble 'his child', despite all awkward differences, Dad!Miguel sees that you're lonely and struggling and, kinda partially adopts you, becoming something of a mentor, checking in on you, scolding you to est something when his advanced hearing picks up on your stomach growling, making small talk, little things like that, but routinely, becoming a bit of a fixture in your life

Months down the line your Miguel is minding his own business having a pretty ok day and he rounds the corner and. It's Dad! Miguel, convincing you to let him comb your hair because you ran out of the house without doing anything with it first and you've been kind of stressed and tired. Miguel just starting to kind of feel what can only be identified as envy and jealousy as he watches Dad!Miguel spending time with you, "so, are you graduated by now? My child (the other you) is still in university right now" "oh no, I'm not really doing college" "what, but you're so smart! I think you can do anything you put your mind to--"

Miguel turns his back and next time he turns around, Dad!Miguel is getting you gifts for your birthday and it turns out he regularly visits you. The original man's strolling through the lobby and suddenly he sees you with his alternate that he's really starting to hate and, are you speaking Spanish? Since when did you learn Spanish? Did he TEACH you? Have you been spending so much time together that the other him even had that opportunity?

He's just standing there watching Dad!Miguel like, braid your hair or help clean your glasses or do something that's like, platonic but personal, caring, affectionate, and suddenly your Miguel is having the realization, "did this bitch just steal you right under my nose. Did he just baby code MY baby 😤"

Miguel overhears you happily call his alternate Tío and, that's it, he gets so mad he confronts the other him about it in private basically then and there, the other man basically just like "well clearly YOU weren't giving them the support they needed--" and proceeding to give advice on how to get close to you, things you're stressed about and struggling with, things you were too shy and scared to open up about to the original Miguel or anyone who isn't a trusted friend

An alternate version of the YouTwo disaster where YouTwo wants to steal your life because you "stole their dad" when Dad!Miguel spends time with you and they assume they're being replaced out of jealousy, or maybe he even outright wants you for himself, or maybe Dad!Miguel outright meets his unfortunate end in an unrelated villain thing and YouTwo comes to steal YOUR "dad". YouTwo who's more unhinged than ever because their Miguel kind of "broke them in" to be their loving little child and doesn't handle either being replaced or losing the only loved one and source of support they cared about

Of course this is to say, it would DEFINITELY be "unfortunate" if you and Dad!Miguel got so, so close and, then suddenly the man dies and is violently ripped from your life just when you're starting to heal and be happy again and, suddenly you're so heartbroken and vulnerable and, THIS is the moment when your Miguel finally steps up to the plate to truly take care of you amd fully assimilate into your life. You're breaking down sobbing, literally the kind of crying where you can't even stand, you just collapse, and, here he is to pick you up and hold you, embrace you, shoosh you gently and rub your back and let you cry while he helps you feel safe again. He's sorry he's late, but he's here now, so let Papá give you nice big hugs while you cry and then take you back home, ok? His home. Technically YOUR home now, that the two of you share. You'll get served all your favorite foods and made sure you're looked after and, when its time for bed and you get those violent nightmares and images of how your beloved Tío was killed right in front of you and can't manage to sleep, your Papá is there to help hold you and comfort you until you're finally softly snoring in his arms. he looks at you, how heartbroken and, in his eyes, helpless you are, and vows that if anyone ever tries to hurt, or wrong you, or some punk who doesn't deserve you tries to taint your purity, that he'll rip them apart like a wild animal

After all, that's just what good fathers do

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Hi. Can I request something fluff and domestic for inui x fem!reader? Maybe a bit spicy at the end if you want to ☺️

Hello! Sorry this took a few days! Yes! I love him so much and yet I've never written for him. So thank you for bringing me around to this side of TokRev. I thought I was getting tired of writing for m'boys but it turns out I was just tired. Who knew. So, I hope this is domestic enough for you? I can't think of many more "fun" domestic things than getting a kitten. Dishes and laundry are domestic but they suck. So I opted for cute/domestic. Enjoy!!

You had your back to the sliding glass door as you bent over to feed the kitten her tiny little bowl of food. "Come now, Kazan. Eat up b'fore your daddy gets home and yells at me for having you. Let alone, in here."

Inui was not convinced he would allow you to get a kitten. After all, you had only moved in 3 months ago and things were still getting straightened out. He wasn't hard to live with, per se. He had a way of doing things ... and that was fine. But you had a way of doing things, too. It was all a bit of a learning curve.

The two of you loved each other and really, at the end of the day when you're crawling into bed, that's what it boils down to.

But this kitten thing ... well. Inui was adamant he wasn't going to be able to deal with a pet. He worried about the mess and the time. He didn't want to have to take care of something else when he was already trying to take care of the other day to day crap.

"Don't worry, Kazan," you murmured, scratching the soft spot behind her ears. "We'll find a way to make it work."

In the meantime, you'd been sneaking her food when he wasn't home. You knew it was a terrible idea and if Inui ever found out, there would be hell to pay. But you couldn't help it. She was so small and adorable and she just looked at you with those big green eyes that stood out from her bright orange coat and you melted.

You had first found her on your back porch a few days ago and you'd been trying to keep her hidden.

As you stood up, you heard the front door open. "Shit."

Inui walked in, still dressed in his work clothes, his hair tucked behind his ears. He was so handsome, even when he looked tired and annoyed.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying not to sound panicked.

"I forgot my lunch. I had to come back for it." He looked at you from behind the fridge door, already knowing you were up to something. That you were trying to hide something from him.

He walked up to you, his eyes narrowing as he peered over your shoulder. "What are you hiding back there?"

"Nothing!" you squeaked. "I was just ... tidying up!"

Inui crouched down and scooped up the tiny kitten, who was rubbing against his leg, purring loudly.

"You got a cat?" he asked, holding her up and staring into her eyes.

"HOW - OH MY GOD! She must've come in on your boot! Look what you've done, Seishu! Tch ... and you told me no for so long. I - I really ... am just so disappointed in you right now." You were trying so hard not to smirk but he always saw right though your shit.

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, princess. You think I don't know what goes on in my own home? Hm?" He placed the kitten back down and she immediately started nosing at his pants leg.

"So you're not mad?" you asked hopefully.

"Of course I'm mad," he said, looking down at you, his eyes squinted. But he couldn't help that little sparkle that lived there for you - and usually, you got what you wanted.

"Just a little mad?" you asked, running your finger along his collar bone, down his tie, all the way to his belt. "Not so mad that you don't wanna talk about it?"

He leaned into you, his breath hot against your skin, his voice low and husky. "Oh, I can talk about it with you, sweetheart." He bit at your neck softly.

You slid your hand down to his stomach and rubbed them around his waist to his back.

"Good! So we can keep her? Her name is Kazan. It means vol-" you started.

"Yes yes. Volcano. I know what it means, y/n." He chuckled. "And I didn't say we could keep h-."

"Come on, Seishu. She's so cute! Look at her. Look at her little paws!" You held up the tiny kitten, making her talk to him. "Hewwo, I'm duh chootest kitteh in duh wur-uhld. Don't you agwee?" He just stood there, looking at you like you were a total idiot, and he sighed.

"Alright fine. But you're in charge of her."

"YES!" You began to prattle off things at an incomprehensible speed, "Ok, we gotta go shopping for a little bed for her and we need to get her toys and a brush and another bed for our room. Do you think she should have a little blanket for the couch and the recliner? What about letting her outside? I don't think we should let her outside. There are too many dogs in the neighborhood. Do you love her? I think she loves you. Sei? What do you think about her? Look at her sitting at your feet! Eeeee she's the cutest thing I've ever seen! SEI!??"

He knelt down and picked her up, holding her close to his chest. She climbed up onto his shoulder, licked his ear once and settled down, closing her eyes for a kitten nap.

You pulled out your cellphone and took a picture before he could see what you were doing and he could pull Kazan down to hide the fact that he was falling in love with her, too.

"She loves you. And so do I. Now come on, put her down so we can go shopping!"

"Aht! I think you need to thank me first, there, sweetheart."

"You think so, huh?" You leaned in to kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away. "I don't want to disturb the kitten. But later ... after she's asleep, I'm all yours."

@katshimizuu @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @southside-otaku @arlerts-angel

[20thcentwriter]

Get him back [Michael Gavey x OC]

Chapter One- When Edith Met Michael

Word count- 1.2k

Cw- swearing

Vaguely proofread

A/n hello everyone, welcome to chapter one of my series. I don't consider myself a great writer but I hope you enjoy this series I have planned. I kinda have no clue what I'm doing really and any tips and tricks would be very helpful. All I know is that I'm excited to discover the relationship between Edith and Michael.

Also apologies for this chapter being kind of short. I just wanted to establish the breakup between Felix and Edith and have her meet Michael. It will get more interesting

“You’re breaking up with me?!?” Edith can’t believe what she’s hearing

… Well maybe she can a little bit but it doesn’t mean she thought this would really happen.

“Umm…Ed… yeah. You know we’re both going to uni in two weeks.”

“Felix Catton don’t you fucking bullshit me. you and I are both going to Oxford.”

”Okay umm…” Felix brings his hand to rub his chin. “ it’s just that this whole past year I’ve been so great and understanding about your boundaries regarding sex but I thought by now we’d have already done it though. I don't think it’s going to work.”

Through breathy laughter Edith can’t help containing her anger “Wait- So what you’re telling me is that you are done with me because I'm not ready to have sex and you’re horny ?!?!”

“That's pretty much the case, yeah.”

”You know what Felix Catton, I can't believe I thought you would ever be understanding.” Edith starts, heels turning to walk away so he couldn’t see the tears whining to spill. “You fucking suck and fuck you!!!!”

“What a fucking asshole,” Edith mutters under her breath peering out the window of her room. She shakes her head looking at a completely okay looking Felix Catton chatting and laughing with other popular rich kids who some Edith use to call “friends” .

The term “friends” would frankly be a loose term for Edith because they were more of people she hung out with because she was dating Felix, they weren’t true friends. she’s never exactly had a true friend.

Eddie knows he doesn’t deserve anymore of her feelings towards him but it’s hard. All she wants to do is scream and cry, telling Felix that he’s so pathetic.

Edith knows she can’t, all those other girls would come right after her, saying she’s jealous and desperate. how could he just break her heart and be completely okay? He’s most likely even moved on already.

Taking her eyes off from her ex, Edith flops onto her bed with a groan. All she wishes to do for the rest of the day is sit on her bed and read her book, draw in her sketchbook and maybe play her guitar. She’s aware though that she has to go to the dining hall tonight. Edith hasn’t been able to eat all day as she’s been moving in.

The idea of having to potentially sit near a perfectly fine Felix makes her want to gouge her eyes.

It's also her luck though that she’ll be stuck with some maths loser who forces you to answer sums, showing off how smart they are. If she were to compare the two she would take the maths loser but still not ideal.

Completely done with reality, Edith grabs her ipod, headphones and sketchbook off her nightstand and drowns out the world with music and drawing until she has to leave her room.

This is just great. I don't have to sit next to Felix but I also can’t find a seat in the first place. Edith can’t help but comment in her head, walking the dining hall in hopes of a spot to sit.

In a way she did luck out but she doesn’t know where to sit. That thankfully for Edith isn’t long lasting as she finds an open seat next to a boy with dirty blonde hair and glasses. Not thinking to whom she might have to converse with, she quickly walks over and sits down desperate to begin eating.

As she's eating, Edith can't help but feel uneasy and like someone to the right is staring into her soul through her ear. She looks up to the right and piercing blue eyes fill her vision. she whispers an awkward hi and smiles at the very strange boy and he in return moves his eyes down to her messenger bag.

Edith’s bag is decorated with little doodles that draws on it when she’s bored. The boy quickly turns his head away from muttering something under his breath that Edith didn’t pick up on but knew couldn’t have been nice.

What an ass.

The feeling of uneasy and bitterness doesn’t die the more she sits next to this guy. It was also not exactly possible to find a new seat either as the only other open seat was across from him and somehow for Edith that would be even worse. She feels bad for whoever would be sitting across from him

Like the universe reading her mind, another boy around her age with dark brown hair and glasses, who after struggling to find a place in the dining, eventually seats himself, somewhat reluctantly. right across from the strange boy.

The two boys stare at each other in silence for a few minutes, the brown-haired boy also clearly uneasy like Edith. it was the other boy who reach his hand out though to the brunet to introduce himself and Edith finally learned this strange boy’s name

”Hi I’m Michael Gavey”

The other boy accepts Michaels outreached hand and Edith learns his name is Oliver Quick. The boy begins to converse with one another. The last thing she got by fully eavesdropping was Michael asking Oliver if he was also a Norman no-mate too.

Not really interested, Edith turns her attention back to her half empty plate. the quicker she finishes the faster she can leave and not have to be in the presence of this Michael Gavey.

Even with half eavesdropping and half ignoring the two. Edith slightly laughs to herself as Michael tells Oliver even though he doesn’t like math, he is some math genius and to ask him a sum. Oliver clearly uncomfortable and telling Michael he’s fine and that he doesn’t need to ask him a sum

Edith though couldn’t expect was was to come out of a now agitated Michael.

“ WELL ASK ME A FUCKING SUM THEN!!!”

Jesus fucking christ Edith curses to herself while the whole dining hall quiets at the sudden intrusion of loudness. Among the same surprise, She is also intrigued and she smirks knowing something that would give her a little happiness asking Michael.

Before Oliver could clear the embarrassment he's feeling at Michael's sudden outburst, Edith interrupts. “What's 34+35?”

The attention of the boys are turned on to Edith as she smiles as Michael answers but then realizing what sum she asked, face turns to annoyance at the question, clearly knowing she is taking the mick out of him.

“Haha, very funny….” Michael’s voice trails waiting for a name

“Edith Pemberton and you said to ask a sum”

“Well Edith Pemberton i don't think I was talking to you Ms.” I'm wasting my money on an vapid arts degree”

“How fuck do you know what I'm learning.”

“Lucky guess based on how you're dressing and your… interestingly designed… bag.”

The gull this guy has to judge after literally yelling at someone to ask him a sum.

“Well Mr “I think math and science is better than the arts” you're wasting your money on a subject you don't really like so guess who's money is really wasted”

“Well at least I'll be making money post grad How about You? Oh wait Probably not.”

“Wow Michael Gavey you deserve a Nobel prize for solving the meaning of life!! Making money!!” sarcasm spilling from Edith’s mouth, not wanting to let this guy win.

Due to the bickering fight Edith and Michael were having, either of them failed to realized Oliver used it as a way to escape the situation

“God you're such a cunt Edith Pemberton.”

“Takes one to know one bitch.” a smirk reappearing on her face as she picks up her now almost empty plate and bag to leave a now bewildered Michael Gavey.

Taglist- @fan-goddess @iamavailablesstuff @callsignwidow

[unactive-shroom]

Hi!! I saw that you were doing a Valentine's special event and I was wondering if you could write something with Levi with prompt #2Jerk

I feel like it has so much potential, like, if Levi and reader were roommates and Levi was just so over that stupid ex that ditched reader. I'm gonna leave it up to you, though. Thanks and Happy Valentine's day! 💗

Prompt #2: Jerk ♡

“’What kinda Jerk breaks up with their partner on Valentine’s?’ It seems your friend has some very vocal opinions on your partner ex. Maybe they could treat you better…”

Character: Levi Ackerman. See Valentine's Event: HERE

warning: Not proof read. Lmk if parts dont make sense, I can rewrite them

You softly closed the door to your shared apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible. Your roommate, Levi, had two of his friends over, Erwin and Hange, and not only did you not want to disturb them, but you didn’t want them to see you like this, mascara tear trails cascading down your face, eyes red and puffy from crying in your car for the last hour. You also didn’t want to answer any questions about why your valentine’s date with your boyfriend had ended so quickly. Sneaking quietly to your room, you had just put your hand on the door knob when- “Ah, hello y/n! My, you’re home early! How was your date?” You kept your back to Hange, nodding slightly and saying in a thick voice that it was good, but you’re not feeling so well so you ended it early. “I think I’ll go lie down for a bit, but it was nice seeing you, Hange” “Well if you need anything just - ”

You felt bad for shutting the door on them mid sentence, but you just can’t deal with keeping up pleasantries and acting nice when what you really want to do is scream and cry and punch everything and everyone. You walked over to your vanity, staring at your blotchy reflection, and began to wipe away the mascara trails, the makeup you had spent hours on, the determination to look pretty for him - that’s what he was always complaining about, how you didn’t present yourself like other girls, how sloppy your appearance was even when you spent hours and hours choosing outfits, doing your hair, all for him. Maybe it was for the better. You knew lots of your friends didn’t like him very much, but he loved you. At least, you thought he did. You sat at your vanity, staring at your reflection as if willing it to change. A knock sounded at the door. “Y/n? Can I come in?” A few seconds silence passed as you opened your mouth to reply, but no sound came out. “Okay, I’m coming in.”

You and Levi stared at each other for what seemed like eternity. He sat down on the armchair across from the vanity, and you followed his reflection in the square glass mirror. “What happened? Did that Jerk of a boyfriend of yours do something?” You sighed and put your head in your hands. “Don’t worry about-” “I can’t hear you, stop mumbling.” You stood up angrily and yelled at him, “I said don’t worry about it, and if you don’t mind, I’d like some peace and quiet!”. Watching his expression in the mirror, you immediately felt regret. You sat back down on the stool, putting your head in your hands. “I’m sorry, Levi, I’m just a bit- I don’t even know. Miserable, I suppose.”

“Tch.” Levi stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your arm. “Let’s go.” He guided you to the kitchen, gesturing at you to sit on one of the stools at the pristine kitchen counter. He turned to you, simply saying “Talk.” as he busied himself brewing two cups of tea. So you did. You told him all about how your boyfriend had sat you in his car, after you gave him the gifts that you had spent hours making, the gift that you had worked tirelessly to save for, and told you that there was another woman. “’A better woman, someone who can actually talk for themself, and takes care of their appearance’, apparently.” Levi placed a cup of steaming tea in front of you. “Bullshit. You can talk for yourself just fine, and your appearance is radiant, even when you’re bawling your eyes out over some jerk. I mean seriously, who breaks up with someone like you on Valentine’s day?” You gave him a small smile. “Thanks, Levi. I just can’t believe that he really broke up with me. And he admitted that he was seeing other women while we were dating, too. I really should’ve listened to you guys. I mean, even Armin didn’t like him!”

Levi sipped his tea. “He never treated you right, y/n. Everyone could see that. I hope you took back that gift you gave him. You spent hours working for it.” You grinned. “Yeah, it’s in my car. Hey, later can you help me with some of his stuff that he left here? Connie and Jean’s place has a firepit, right?” “Yeah. We can bring it over later on, but first-” He stood up. “You still have a Valentine’s day to celebrate.” “What? Levi, I just broke up with my boyfriend. How can I celebrate Valentine’s alone?” He typed something on his phone, before looking up at you. “What am I, a kitchen stool? We’ll celebrate it together, my treat. God knows you deserve it after being with that jerk for so long.” He held up his phone. “Niccolo managed to get us a spot for this evening at this restuarant, but we still have a few hours to kill. How about a movie?” You looked at him, utterly in shock. “…really?” He hummed, scrolling through his phone. ”They’ve got The Notebook, Marley and Me… anything bearable…? …ah, here we go. They have a special screening of one of those Studio Ghibli movies you like. What about that…? Y/n, are you okay?” You had started to tear up, watching Levi put more effort into a day out than your ex-boyfriend ever had, in just a few minutes. “Yeah. yeah, that sounds perfect, Levi. Thank you so much, seriously.” “Don’t mention it. You deserve way more than just a movie and dinner, anyways. Let me just tell Erwin and Hange to lock up after they leave and we can head out. The next screening is in half an hour, so we can get boba beforehand, if you’d like.”

As he walked away, you quickly washed your face and grabbed your bag, feeling more excitement than you had felt in a long, long time. “You ready?” “Oh, don’t you want me to put on some make up or something?” He looked at you strange. “Of course not. You look great.” you said nothing for a moment, temporarily in shock. Your ex had always expected you to look pristine whenever you went out, he refused to bring you out if you didn’t. “Oh. Okay! I’m ready, then.” Levi looked at you, and smiled. “Great. Let’s go, then.” Holding the door open for you, the two of you left the apartment block, and headed out for the best Valentine’s day you had ever had in a long time.

A.n. STOP I LOVED WRITING THIS SM, TYSM FOR REQUESTING IT! If you want me to do a part two, where maybe they run into y/n's ex, then lmk bc i would love an excuse to write it.

[lunamoonbby]

The Ghost And The Demon

Warning: COD inaccuracies, au, oc ghost, reader referred to as demon, bubbly reader who watches hello kitty, mention of death, general shepherd siding with a made up enemy

So I'm basing this little blurb off of me and a nickname I was given which was demon given by one of my professors cause I'm devious and aggressive for a 4'11 person yet I'm bubbly and I wear skull glasses...

So imagine y/n is a new member on task force 141 she doesn't show the lower part of her face so from nose down but she wears skull glasses and she's called demon cause well she can be aggressive and uses alot of scare tactics on her enemies and she knows everything about everyone without look at the files.

The guys are partial to having a female in their group and ghost is like "how'd you get the name demon if you're so bubbly?" and reader is all serious now and goes up to his face and is like, "you'll find out soon enough" and backs off and goes back to what she was doing and Gaz and Soap are like "how tf did she not die????" And Price comes in stating that they have a mission and reader goes "oh I know we're to go to this place to find this person but that's not true we can actually find them at that place...they also have connections with general shepherd." And Kate who's also in the room searched all that up and she's like "boys...she's right" and price is like "ok we go there instead"

So on their way to the new place they realize that they need to send someone in the building to clear it out and demon is like "you wanted to know why my name is demon, well today is the day you learn." They arrive at the area and demon goes in and clears the room completely with a knife alone and she holding a higher up soldier to give her the info she need and the boys come in and are like damn she's good and once she gets the info she's like "thank you now run along" the soldier starts running but didn't realize that she took his own throwing knife and she throws the knife at the soldier and the soldier dies and ghost is like "killed by your own weapon...now I see why your called demon" and she's like "it's pretty impressive how I cleared this entire room with a knife alone right?" And all the boys are like "your a demon alright" and ghost is in love

And when they storm into the enemies room she wastes no time and is like "talk and I know you will cause if you don't I'll have no choise but to blow up your precious sports cars with this button" and the bad guy is like "bullshit you had no time to do set bombs up in each of my cars" and she's like "ok here's a demo...*presses button and shows a live feed of one of the cars being blown up*...so you gonna talk or what?" The guy starts talking and the guys are like 'how did she do that?' And she kills him and takes all his files and is like "let's go and report back to laswell and we'll go from there" and she blows up the rest of the cars and ghost is like 'count me down as scared and horny' and they go back to base and reader gives price the files and see that general shepherd was indeed working with the guy and gave the files to laswell and laswell then deals with the rest and general shepherd gets dishonorable discharge and jail time.

Reader is in the rec room watching hello kitty and friends super cute adventures and the guys are like how can she switch so fast and reader is like "who want to be the Batdz Maru to my kuromi" and she then goes "I know ghost wouldn't mind since he has a crush on me" and he's like "what" like how did she know and she's like "its ok I'll be the kuromi to your batdz maru" and ghost is blushing like crazy and Soap and Gaz are like "the ghost and demon a deadly duo"...and then they both say "ghost the one you won't know is there and if you see him it's too late and demon the one you won't know is there until you're already dead...a match made in heaven if you ask me" and reader and ghost are like "nah, we're a match made in hell🖤💜"

The End

These are the glasses that I actually wear irl and what demon would wear too.

[crimeronan]

In titan P!Luz AU, in the scenario that Amity, Hunter, and Lilith do manage to escape to the Owl House (pRolOng ThEiR GriEf yyeeeSS >:)), how would Eda even deal with this? She’d understand how serious the situation is, but let’s say Luz does come back RIGHT in the middle of the Owl House, now looks like a humanoid version of King, and Hunter won’t let go of her while she’s like I need to go kill Belos RIGHT NOW.

i just showered and spent the entire time still thinking about this timeline because i love SO MUCH that it's like. a hunter extended grief spiral to match luz's over in the worst timeline. WHEEEE BE MISERABLE ABOUT EACH OTHER !! YAYYY

so.

antics in the owl house.

lilith is transparently coming apart at the seams, given that she's just lost her status AND any chance to heal eda's curse. amity is responding to this by scrabbling even harder for any bit of control she can get, which typically involves yelling at hunter and/or lashing out at hooty with her abomination magic.

and hunter is.... well. hunter.

so. eda is like well. we're all gonna kill each other eventually!! ah well. the world's gone to hell. this might as well happen . I Fucking Guess

at first hunter responds very similarly to the way he does in ftf -- after amity refuses to let him go martyr himself, he THROWS himself into making plans to attack belos. however even with all his castle knowledge and belos knowledge and wild magic knowledge, it's Pretty Fucking Difficult to assassinate the emperor. particularly when you are Public Enemy Number One.

after frustrating himself about a dozen times in a row, hunter starts digging through all of eda's books on wild magic and deeply illegal dark magic and other bullshit. eda assumes it's for more emperor-killing business, until hunter comes to her all like

hunter: owl lady.

eda: ....yes??

hunter: you know things about curses, don't you??

eda: well. some. obviously. you want to curse the emperor?

hunter: no, not that. it probably wouldn't take. i want you to curse me.

lilith, who was previously pacing around the kitchen, zipping into the room: hello. What.

hunter: there are Apparently curses that can take away a person's emotions. that'll make it easier to work without distractions. let's be practical about this

eda: ....those curses aren't a painkiller, kid. you wouldn't be able to feel anything positive, either. that's not the kind of life you want to give yourself

hunter: i don't Need positive feelings to get this done. i'll be able to remember my pre-curse priorities without any feelings getting in the way. as far as i'm concerned there's nothing but upsides!

lilith: cursing someone isn't something to undertake lightly-

hunter: wow! there is literally no one else on this island whose opinion i care about less than yours. anyway. eda, are you going to help me or not.

eda: ....not when you just lost someone, i'm not.

hunter, voice breaking: no, wait, please. Please. listen to me. i need to stop thinking about her. i'll do anything. i'm open to other solutions, i just - please.

eda: well, i'm not using a cursed solution to your emotional problems. that's a non-starter. i CAN get you really drunk, though. do you want to get Really, Really Drunk??

lilith: EDALYN-

eda: WHAT. it's not like drinking can make him feel WORSE.

hunter: actually. yeah. yeah that sounds great. probably the most useful thing short of a coma right now, so.

amity, muddy and covered in goop, coming in from where she's been outside wrestling hooty for like the tenth time today: if hunter is getting drunk, i would Also like to be drunk. just so everyone knows.

lilith: .....titan help me. fine. Fine. pour me a glass too. it's not as though anything matters anymore!!!! haHA!!!!

[kissorkill16]

A Child's Distorted Memories: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nightmares are terrifying...that's all I want to say.

Nicky tossed and turned in his bed, hyperventilating and clutching the sides of his head, and squeezing his eyes shut.

Meanwhile, the voice of the tall, dark, distorted shadow kept whispering in his ear.

"Stay. Hide. Forever. Darkness.", it kept repeating. "Stay. Hide. Forever. Darkness."

"Stop!", whimpered Nicky, "Leave me alone!"

Then he felt a hand grab his shoulder and yanked him out of the bed.

"Let me go!", he screamed.

The figure broke down into two shadows, and there were now just two little girls. He recognized those girls immediately.

Lucy and Mya.

"Join us, Nicky.", said Mya. "Join us and we can be together!"

Nicky kept shaking his head and backing away, but Lucy grabbed his arm.

"DON'T MOVE AWAY FROM US!", she screamed. "YOU WILL DIE EVEN IF I HAVE TO KILL YOU MYSELF!"

Nicky managed to free himself from Lucy's grip, but he ended up falling backwards. It was a long drop, and he ended up falling flat on his back.

When he got up, the first thing he saw was his grandmother. Her face was unreadable, and she spoke in a deep voice...

"You have cursed yourself with inescapable death."

He heard her say that before, and his eyes widened.

"Bubba, please -"

"You did this to yourself, Nicholas. Now you will forever suffer the guilt of saying you hated me, and all I've ever done is try to protect you.", she said. "Everything in this town, deadly and demonic, is going to come for you. You're not safe, Nicholas. No one is safe. No one."

Then she vanished into thin air.

"Bubba! Come back!", screamed Nicky. He tried running to the mist where he first saw his grandmother, but he ran right through it, and straight into the wall.

Nicky backed away from the wall, and he immediately knew where he was.

Mr. Peterson's basement.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!", he screamed as he backed up against the fake window, and ended up falling through it. He once again fell right on his back.

He got up, but this time, he didn't know where he was. Everything looked so shiny. He was surrounded by mirrors, and each and every one showed his reflection...

All except the one in front of him.

That mirror showed the reflection of Mr. Peterson.

He backed away, heavily hyperventilating and beginning to cry a little, his back pressing against the glass surface.

"You enjoy spying on me, don't you?", said the man. Nicky shook his head, "No! I don't! But I didn't have any other choice -"

"Bullshit.", growled Mr. Peterson. "I gave you so many chances to back away from this, to leave me alone, but you just love not listening to people, don't you?", he didn't even wait for an answer. "Yes, you do."

Nicky kept shaking his head.

"You love the intrusion, you love the thrill, you love just running away from me."

"I ONLY DID IT BECAUSE AARON WAS IN TROUBLE!"

Mr. Peterson let out a loud, boisterous, earth shaking laugh that nearly made the glass break. "And I only did what I had to do to keep him safe."

Nicky slowly took off his shoe, and was getting ready to throw it at Mr. Peterson.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're going to wish you were still in my basement.", said Mr. Peterson, "At least there, you were safe."

Nicky threw his shoe at the mirror, breaking it into a thousand pieces on the floor. He ran through the hole he broke the glass into, and suddenly, he was at school.

The hallway was flooded with people, and they were all holding that one humiliating picture of his mental breakdown, some were pointing at him and laughing. And there was one particular person in the center of the room, holding her camera and laughing at him.

Finch.

"Look, everyone! It's Nutty Nicky!", she said aloud, pointing to Nicky.

Everyone suddenly turned to the boy, and Nicky clutched at the side of his head, backing up against the wall as he tried to drown out all of the kids laughing at him.

Finch stepped closer to Nicky, aimed her camera at him, and shot the picture. "Smile, Nutty Nicky!", she said.

A loud flash of light took Nicky somewhere else.

Mr. Murtaugh's Science Room.

There, all of his friends were lined up, and they all looked at him with hatred and disgust.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Nicky?", asked Enzo. "You're freaking everyone out, even us. I'm sorry, but I can't be friends with you if you've become such a loose cannon."

"Yeah. Me neither, man. Nice knowing you, Nicky.", said Maritza.

"I can't believe I ever thought you were cool.", said Ivan.

The three of them disappeared. However, one of his friends stayed in their place, still staring at him.

Trinity.

She moved closer to him, pointing a finger to his chest. "Nicky,...you are the most useless, idiotic, pathetic piece of shit I've ever met in my life. I'm ashamed to have ever called you my friend.", she growled and whispered.

All of these words pained Nicky to hear. Tears began to pool in the corners of his eyes, but then Trinity pushed him, and he was falling again.

He once again landed on his back. He slowly got up, and at first, he didn't know where he was. But once he looked around a little more, he nearly screamed.

He was once again in Mr. Peterson's basement.

Only this time, it was full of fire and rubble.

And out of the rubble emerged two burning skeletons, and they kept calling out to Nicky.

"Come join us in hell, Nicky.", they said. "Once you're dead, you'll finally be at peace."

Behind the skeletons emerged two shadows. Lucy and Mya.

"We'll be happy in death together forever."

Nicky quickly got up and tried running up the stairs to the door, but the door slammed in his face. He kept trying to pull or push it open, but it was locked shut.

Then someone said behind the door, "Have fun with your friends, Nicky."

It was Trinity's voice.

"Trinity, help me! Don't leave me here!"

"I'm sorry, Nicky, but I'm running out of time.", she said. "I'll be right back for you, I promise.", then she ran away.

"She's not coming back.", growled the voices behind him.

Nicky turned around to see the skeletons, the shadows, and the fire creeping up the stairs. The skeletons grabbed at his ankles, pulling him down, but Nicky grabbed onto the stairs and tried to kick them away.

"Leave me alone!", he screamed. "Trinity, help!"

"You're here forever.", chanted the voices. "Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever..."

As they chanted, Nicky began to lose his grip on the stairs, and he was being dragged down by the demonic skeletons and shadows of Mr. Peterson's basement.

"You get out, but you'll never leave."

Nicky gasped awake, clutching his chest and hyperventilating. He held his shaking knees, trying to steady his quivering body.

Then he started sobbing.

These nightmares have been getting out of control ever since that day Trinity left him in the basement, leaving him to find his own way out.

He took his bag from under his pillow and pulled it over his head, tightening it around his throat.

He didn't care if it was risky, he didn't care if he'd tried to poison him, he needed to talk to Mr. Murtaugh.

Because at this point, he seemed to be the only person who would be able to calm him down.

[yujeong]

Hello. I'm back with my Macau bullshit. This time: the difference between his relationship with Pete and his relationship with Porsche (because if I don't scream about Pete and Porsche and the parallels between them, I can't function as a human being apparently.) Ok so, first things first. I am aware that I may be comparing apples and oranges here. Besides the fact that they're both bodyguards of the main family and very close to Kinn, there's not really anything else tying them together in regards to their relationship with Macau. But here's the thing. That's what I care about. What circumstances make Macau act like the devilish little gremlin that he is VS the compliant and polite son of the minor family. And my boys are perfect for the job. (The post will be split into 2 parts because I guess I had a LOT to say about Porsche and Macau so, Pete and Macau will be explored in another one)

Ok. I think I speak for all of us when I say that we did NOT get enough Macau in the show. He had like, what, 5 scenes total? HOWEVER, the scenes we got were spectacular for a gazillion reasons but I'll choose to focus on a specific aspect of them for this post: Most, if not all of his scenes, were either from Porsche's or Pete's POV. And that's giving us a lot. Let's start with Porsche. He - and the audience, remember, most of this show is through Porsche's POV so that's important - meets Macau like he actually is; a typical teenager. He's moody, rude and doesn't want to deal with Porsche's bullshit. (Although, one could argue he was extra antsy because they were at the main family's house, which I choose to believe due to how the minor family is treated by their relatives.) Their first scene, accompanied by the scene in which he goes to Gun and calls Porsche out in front of everyone is Macau being sincere. It actually is him, and it's tragic as well as amazing how he's never himself again in front of Porsche for the rest of the show. Because the next time we see Macau with Porsche, it's in ep 7, when Vegas has his plans with Porsche to execute and Macau has to follow along. BUT, Porsche gets to have a glimpse of the real Macau in this exchange:

(Vegas' smile is KILLING me OMG, he loves his brother SO MUCH, I'M CHEWING GLASS AS WE SPEAK-) Porsche never gets to see Macau's actual face in this (maybe a glimpse from above but with difficulty) but his voice betrays his happiness at seeing his brother and from the answer he gives. Aaaall of that fades away when the bodyguards sit down. Macau turns quiet and polite, keeping appearances because they have guests, and we have him welcoming all of them, and Porsche, like this:

The show knows we the audience - and Porsche - remember what has happened between the two, so Macau saying "Hello" to Porsche carries significance here. GOD, I wish I could make gifs because, after that, after the camera stops focusing on Macau's face, you get him blurred in the background and the boy is SO uncomfortable by what's happening. His eyes dart left and right, mostly at Pete and Arm's direction - he fucking HEARS Arm's comment about "no surprise that the heirs of this family turn out like this" and he SIGHS and looks downward and he STARES at Vegas' direction when he spews his bullshit about how the minor family treats their bodyguards. My boy is PRESENT in the discussion and he hates every second of it. Isn't it spectacular then, how the next scene between him and Porsche, is the one in which Macau apologizes? I love the fact that he calls him Phi. It's so good, because in my eyes Porsche doesn't even deserve it. He never apologized for what he did to Macau. He did, to Vegas, but not to Macau himself. So, the respect Macau shows to him is so fake I could cry from laughter.

He finds him trying to get on Vegas' motorcycle and touches him and urges him to ride it. "I know you like motorcycles," he says, like that's a normal thing to know and not something Vegas told him to say because VEGAS is the one who knows.

I'm dying over here, truly. Macau is amazing and it hurts as much as it's funny, because Macau must be feeling so bad here imo. He's not an idiot, he knows Porsche was in the wrong and Vegas knows as well because LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FACE AS MACAU SAID THE THING:

This isn't a strict face, one that's like "that fucking kid, finally he learned how to apologize". This is a "the things I do for my plans to work" kind of face. Vegas used Macau here. And I'm convinced that he hated every second of witnessing this scene in front of him.

Also, I love how Macau is touchy with Porsche. Macau does show affection through touch, just like his brother does. It's evident by the hospital scene with Pete and the scene above with Vegas when they talked + the scene in ep 2, in which he stretched his arm in Vegas' direction. But, just like Vegas, he uses that in his advantage to get what he wants here. What Vegas wants from him to get, which is, Porsche's trust. And, if any audience member actually believed for even a second that Macau was sincere here, then comes this to show them that NOPE, the boy doesn't believe his words in the slightest:

It's easier to see in motion but Macau's shy grin as he sees Vegas in front of him, shows you everything you need to know about the sincerity of his words. And even if THAT wasn't enough, you have Vegas confirming your suspicions with his words:

Oh, Vegas, you scheming bastard. You wanted your plan to work so badly, you used even Macau for it. I wonder if that kept you up at night. This whole scene was so...Vegas coded? It felt like Macau adapted Vegas' methods of seduction with Porsche here, didn't it? Actual Macau would never do any of that and it's incredible how Porsche only saw that version of Macau after ep 2. It makes you wonder; what did Porsche see and hear from Macau during that one-month period before the show finale, a period of time in which Vegas was fighting for his life + Porsche had just gained Vegas' right as the heir of the minor family? How was Macau's behavior then? I really wish we got to know, because Macau showing his true self to Porsche again due to circumstance is very appealing to me. Porsche&Macau in general is a relationship dynamic I haven't seen people talk about at all, which is strange due to their canonical scenes. Oh well. Another excuse to write essay long posts on Tumblr, I guess.

[therantsofawriterrr]

The Umbrella Academy Final Version

Part Eight: A Sinister Christmas

Overview: As Ben finds the girl he kept drawing back in his timeline, the rest of the gang finds the seemingly quaint town growing hostile.

TW: mature language, stuff about people bodyshaming others, Klaus and Ben bromance (deserves tw for rhe cuteness yk), mention of gun, tell me if i missed anything!

Pairings in the chapter: Ben × Jennifer, Diego × Lila

A/N: Hello, hope you enjoy this new part!!!

Masterlist

Till they reached New Grumpson, the colorful sky had turned into a gloomy winter morning sky. It made everyone more tired than normal.

"Well, the hometown theory's busted, because there are no Grossmans listed here," Five said, coming out of the telephone booth. Everyone was standing outside, stretching their muscles and feeling much better than the previous day.

"Yeah, well, we'll just have a look around," Allison said plainly. "If he's here, we'll find him."

"I'm sorry, who made you the spokesperson around here?" Luther asked, the frostiness in his voice sending shivers through everyone.

Allison stared at him and blinked twice at the tone, showing her hands up in surrender before shoving one into her pocket to take her phone out to call Raymond.

"Yeah, this is why you do recon, assholes," Ben pointed out.

Viktor turned to him with a bemused look on his face. "Recon? Why are you saying 'recon'? We're not the A-Team."

"Oh, really?" Ben asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Shit. You fooled me."

"Benerino," Klaus called out soothingly, tapping on his shoulder once. "Shh. It's okay. We'll figure it out. No assholery, alright? Remember what we talked about back then."

"All that was bullshit," was his lying reply which only made Klaus smile knowingly as he ruffled Ben's hair.

"At least we still have a team, man," Diego asserted.

Clementine, who had her head inside the window, ruffling through her handbag, finally got out. "Hey guys, which one looks better on me?" she asked, holding blue plastic framed glasses one one hand and a silver metal framed one on the other.

"The silver one," Lila immediately answered.

"Yeah, definitely the silver," Viktor agreed, making Clementine nod her head as she wore the silver glasses and put the blue ones back in.

"Wait, why weren't you wearing them all this time?" Five asked.

"I had contacts on," she said and cringed. "Unfortunately, I forgot to take them out and slept with them."

"You hate contacts," Five stated. Clementine blinked, stunned for a second before she gulped.

"Maybe I did, then. But, y'know, I kinda realized that glasses make me look like shit, so."

"You know what? Screw this," Ben announced. "But all of you together? You're just a bunch of drooling stunted toddlers. I'm going back to my penthouse downtown."

"Doesn't that penthouse belong to the federal government now?" Luther asked.

"Shut the hell up, Luther," was the reply he got, as he walked. A tentacle fell out of his shirt, making everyone chuckle and guffaw.

"I'll catch up to you!" Klaus yelled out to him in a sing-songy voice.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Ben responded in the same tone.

"Must've been an ex," Lila whispered to Diego, as he readied up his gear, as they both stood beneath the door of the trunk.

"What?" Diego whispered back, as he started to wear it.

Lila tipped her chin to Clementine, who was currently bickering with Five over her prior hatred of contacts.

"Y'know, sometimes, people like someone so much that they change their ways and not in a good way," Lila speculated. "Must've been something like that with her. Man tells her she looks ugly in glasses, she changes to contacts, man accepts her..." she sighed as she trailed off. "That kind of thing sticks, y'know. Even after a break-up?"

Diego paused in his process of strapping on his gear, his eyes catching on to the faraway look in hers. He'd always cared about his fitness, which is why he went to the gym every evening.

"Yeah?" he asked. "Anyone ever made you feel that way?"

"Hmm, once," she replied absentmindedly. "It was during a mission, I think. A woman had commented on how bad I looked that night. I was wearing a shimmery black short sequin, I think. She said that my legs looked ugly in them. Haven't really liked to show my legs since."

His eyebrows furrowed in anger as he thought about a younger Lila hiding her legs because she felt embarrassed. He tipped her chin up with a finger her pupils dilating a bit as they looked into his. "Have I ever made you feel that way?"

Her breath caught in her throat as he waited for her answer. "What? No. Of course not, Diego. Why would you think that?"

"Just wanted to make sure," he said, flashing her a relieved grin as he continued with his gear. "Wouldn't be a good husband if I made my wife feel ugly, now, would I?"

With that, he fully turned to face her, arms wide open to show her his outfit. Lila gave him a proud smile, looping her arms around his neck.

"Handsome as ever," she said, making him glow as he swept her up into a sweet, passionate kiss.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Five called out in a disgusted voice. "Have your makeout session later. We gotta plan how to look for this guy."

As soon as they rejoined the group. Luther started reciting the plan.

"All right. Let's split up and look for this man. Let's be discreet. If you find him, don't do anything on your own. Let's just wait for the team."

They all walked past the town board, not really knowing what to expect.

New Grumpson was a quaint town, currently having a Christmas-themed fair. It was nice, to say the least, with everyone having a jolly good time.

Ben walked briskly down the road, Klaus soon running to catch up with him. Ben sighed in forced exasperation but made no move to drive him away. There were choirs cheerfully singing Christmas carols, almost making him nostalgic of the time he used to go to church just to listen to them when he was small.

He stopped and Klaus stopped just before bumping into him and followed his gaze to a diner named the Cosy Corner Diner. When they entered, their moods were immediately brightened up, for there was Christmas lightings put up and the song Jingle Bell Rock was playing inside.

Klaus immediately went to the seats, but Ben sat at the counter. Klaus's hands were uncovered, but he didn't seem to mind, deciding to try to get over the fear of dying rather than keep living like that. He didn't want to be a human sippy cup like Five had said.

"First time at New Grumpson?" a man sitting beside him asked.

Not having the strength to speak, Ben just scratched the back of his head and nodded. The man smiled, and tipped his head in welcome.

"Welcome to town, then," he said, making Ben nod thankfully to that as well.

He tipped his head down, feeling his upper back throb in pain. He pressed his lips together, tears welling in his eyes as he tried not to scream in pain.

"Hey. What would you like to eat today?" a nice voice asked, a hand sliding a menu under him. He lifted his head up and paused, his heart starting to pound loudly in his ears.

Jennifer, his mind immediately registered a name, even though the name tag on the woman's right shoulder said the name 'Rosie'. This was the girl who'd started to plague his dreams ever since he'd turned seventeen. There was no reason for the dream, just the girl, a name, her captivating smile, and a pretty face. He'd gotten into drawing because of her. He'd drawn endlessly, trying to get her smile, her hair, and her face just right. He'd never succeeded, though.

"He would like a grilled sandwich and a cappuccino," Klaus said, settling down beside him. "And I would like a grilled sandwich with a hot cocoa."

"All right," she said, taking the menu back and going to the kitchen window.

"Y'know, Ben, I get that it's been four years since you've seen a woman, but you can't just gawk at the first one you see," Klaus said, setting his elbows down on the counter, and chin on his hands.

Ben, turned to him, leaning close and whispering, "That's Jennifer."

Klaus's quirky face changed into a confused one. "Who's Jennifer?"

Ben turned fully to face him, knowing that he was pretty much the only one who'd listen to him. "When I turned seventeen, I started dreaming of this girl. She was the same age as I was. I saw her grow up, in my dreams. But then, she used to die because someone shot her in the head."

"Hmm. The only Jennifer I know is from the Jennifer Incident."

"What's the Jennifer Incident?" Ben asked, not getting how it ties up to this.

"Well, it was a tragic accident," Klaus said, almost like reciting words on paper. "Ben, our Ben, I mean, died because we failed as a team. Nobody was responsible, yet we were all responsible. Ben Hargreeves represented the best of us. Ben was the Umbrella Academy."

Ben just stared at him with a bewildered expression. He caught on to the way it turned almost monotonous in the second sentence. It was like he was speaking, but also like someone else was at the same time.

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you had to memorize it in school, and now, you can't forget it."

Klaus just blinked at him once and said, "Y'know, Ben, there are times when the words coming out of your mouth make no sense. This," he paused, pointing vaguely at his face. "Is one of those times."

Ben groaned through his teeth in irritation, turning back to face the counter, looking at the girl talking to one of the customers with the same smile, contours that were still ingrained in the muscles of his fingers and arm.

Some distance away, Luther stood outside Dottie's Antique shop, staring at some of the stuff kept outside. "Sloane would've loved it here," he mumbled absentmindedly, tracing the craftsmanship in one of the candlesticks.

Viktor and Allison looked at him with some concern and a tinge of pity in his eyes, before turning away.

"You know, it's, um... It's good to see you," Allison told Viktor awkwardly. "I'm happy that you're doing well."

Viktor shrugged, the action just as awkward. "Thanks."

Allison's expression turned regretful and serious, kicking a stone on the road. "Viktor. I don't know if I have the right to say this, honestly. And I'm not even expecting anything from you, but... I'm sorry."

Viktor looked up at her with surprise, not expecting that.

"I know that Harlan was important to you, and I was hurting, but that doesn't justify what I did, or how I treated you," she said softly. "I regret everything I said and did.

Viktor gave her a small smile. "Yeah. I know you do. It'll just take time for me to get there, y'know."

"That's alright," Allison said, returning the smile. "Anything to get one of my favorite brothers."

Meanwhile, Diego was winning toys to take back for the kids in the fair while the choir sang Deck The Halls. He smiled at Lila as he threw a second axe, and she only smiled knowingly. And after a third axe, he won a third reindeer stuffed toy.

"All right," Diego said, tenderly holding the toys in his arm. "I got the kids covered. You want one?"

She just shook her head with a smile, squeezing his shoulder softly before walking off, sipping on a coffee as she discreetly looked around. Diego looked at the shop, finding a pretty teddy bear with a bead bracelet on one of its paws. He was reminded of their time in Texas, and fished out more money to pay for another round.

Back in the diner, Ben knocked on the table where Rosie was sitting.

"Can I sit here?" he asked.

She gave him a bemused look. "I thought you didn't really want company."

He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged as she nodded and tipped her chin toward the seat across from her, gesturing him to sit. He sat down and she set her chin on her hand.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere," she said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I got caught up in this international wire fraud thing," he said. "Well, not directly, but, well. It's been a rough couple years."

"Wait, you're the SparrowBit guy?" She asked, surprise lacing her voice.

"I was a partner in it, yeah," Ben said with a sigh. "But, I swear, I didn't even know that my partner was upto all that shit. I actually wanted to help people."

"Huh. Then, why didn't you plead innocent?" She asked curiously.

"It would've involved a look into my past. And my past is... complicated, to say the least."

"So what? You just spent your time in jail because you didn't want them to look into your past? That's kinda stupid, if you ask me."

"Yeah, well. I wanted to mogul up, and this is what I get for it, I guess."

They both shared a chuckle. "What about you?" He asked. "Is your plan to just stay in town? I mean you look smart, you could probably make something out of yourself out there."

"There was a time I wanted to leave town. See what's out there," she said ruefully. "But, well, that ship has sailed. I bought this place, rent is cheap. Uncle Gary's weird, but he's family."

Ben smiled at the sentence, looking at Klaus chowing down his sandwich and guzzling down his coffee. "Yeah, I get that."

Clementine was also standing in the fair, eyes subtly scanning every face she could see. Suddenly, a woman ran into her, making her power act up again, as she saw the woman fastening a gun in the holster in the back of pants.

Clementine's breath hitched as she smiled and apologized to the woman. She needed to find the others. Something wasn't right here.

Elsewhere, Five was trying his best to blink, trying to summon his powers. "Blink. Dammit, just... blink."

Lila, who was approaching him, sipped on her coffee and asked, "Doing your Kegels in public now, are we?"

He turned with a start of surprise before composing himself. "Y'know, just trying to stay limber. Not give myself deep vein thrombosis."

She hummed sarcastically in response. "At your age, you gotta look out for that."

"How worried do you think we have to be about this Cleanse thing?" He asked her after a beat of silence.

"Hard to say," Lila said speculatively, coming closer a bit and lowering her voice. "You know, I used to think the Keepers were 90% batshit, but since I've been roofied with the marigold, and I'm shooting laser beams out of my eyeballs, I'll give 'em 50/50."

"Right. Well, after this, I'll go back, find Jean and Gene."

"I'll come with you," she said and he shook his head in response.

"You either tell Diego, or keep out of this," he hissed.

"What're you two talking about?" Diego asked.

"Trying to decide which festive drink to partake in," Lila replied.

"And?"

"Well, mulled wine for myself, cocoa for the lady."

He looked around once more catching an eye of an elf staring at them, no, watching them.

"That elf," he said suspiciously, making the couple turn. "He's staring right at us."

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he ignored it. He could feel someone's burning gaze on the side of his neck and turned to see Clementine, holding her phone in her hands her thumbs hovering over the screen.

He whipped his phone out, looking at the text she sent him.

I've bumped into about five people in this fair yet and they all have guns. something's going on.

He looked back at her in question, to which he only got a confused shrug.

She purposefully bumped into another stranger, closing her eyes before anyone could spot them going black. When they opened a second later, she tapped furiously on her screen, causing his phone to vibrate again.

We have to get outta here. Now. They have big guns.

Five's face twisted in confusion as he looked at her, but she was focussed elsewhere, mostly at the people starting to surround her.

Outside Dottie's Antiques, there was a crowd starting to gather. Allison was the first to notice as she called out for the attention of Luther and Viktor.

Five's phone pinged again, this time, message in caps.

FIVE WE HAVE TO GET THE FUCK OUT THIS IS A MILITARY TOWN.

Another A/N: Helloooo, so just an announcement here. So I'm changing up some of the things about what happened to Allison in s3 because idk first of all it doesn't make sense and second it's not sitting right when it comes to the fic.

So in s3, in my head the assault scene doesn't happen, she just doesn't like him going for Sloane. Plus idk man they did her dirty last season. Like ok, she was hurting and grieving, but i feel like she wouldn't assault Luther like that. Just doesn't sit right w me yk? Sorry if this goes against any hcs.

Anyway thanks @auxiliarydetective for letting me borrow your concept with the music haha. I hope you're liking the foc so far. Go read her tua fic too guys, it's basically a rewrite from s1, but it's rly good.

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 💖💙💜