#i did this a while ago heyo

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Heyo!!!!✨️✨️✨️

You write Hero x Villain so well and I was wondering if you'd be willing to write about a Hero that was kidnapped by the Villain, and Hero is expecting harsh treatment, but they instead wake up in a lavish bedroom, restrained to the bed of course but it's a very nice bed. It turns out Hero had been overworking themselves and Villain was worried about them and had had enough. Maybe Hero tries to argue that they haven't been overworking and Villain goes ballistic.

It was a joke.

It had to be.

The hero looked at the handcuffs (which were their own) and then back at the villain.

"You're kidding." The hero was seldom in the mood for jokes. Most of the time, they didn't understand the references their friends made or ended up explaining jokes which people - apparently - did not like. It was quite hard for them to find anything funny. A cat was funny. A sound could be funny.

But a practical joke? Not so much.

"Honestly, I wish I was. Do you know how heavy you are? I would have never dragged you up here for a joke," the villain said. They were sitting on a luxuriant chair across the room, one thigh on the other. Their foot was dangling in the air happily and they looked well rested as they drank from a coffee cup.

"What time is it?"

"It's ten in the morning." The hero smiled to themselves. "On a Monday."

"What? No. Shit. Shit. Fuck-" The hero was already late to work. They were always 30 minutes early. They couldn't be late. They started struggling against the restraints, tossed and turned, tried to pull and free themselves. But it didn't work, no matter how much forced they conjured.

In the end, their wrists were sore, nothing more.

"Relax," the villain purred. "For some strange reason - which I am not associated with - your workplace has been shut down. Water damage."

"What did you-?"

"Purely coincidental," the villain lied. They shrugged and finished their coffee, setting the cup down on the tiny table next to them. They stood up and once they were in front of the villain, they leaned over them. "You look very good in my bed, by the way."

"Am I your hostage? Is that it?" the hero asked.

"Hostage? My god, do you know how much planning and energy that requires? Too much work, really." The villain tapped the tip of the hero's nose with their index finger. "My love, do you remember when I broke your leg a while ago?"

"Still hurts like shit when I work out."

"Hm." The villain almost looked like they were sorry. "Well...that was a rather harsh method, I have to admit. But a very effective one. Until you started working again, harder this time. I didn't see that coming."

The hero stared at the villain. Initially, they had thought the villain would understand what it was like to sacrifice themselves for their beliefs. The hero was, in many forms, very dedicated to both their jobs. The one in the office and the one outside of it as a hero. No task was too much, no overtime was too long.

Of course, the hero heard the whispers about themselves, they heard how their family made fun of them for working long hours and how they judged them for never finding time to meet up. After a while, the hero had stopped getting into arguments with their parents. You wanted me to have a steady job or my work is important to me were not good enough explanations for them. So, the hero had given up on that.

But they had genuinely thought the villain would know what that felt like. To be invested, to be motivated.

"Is being determined such a crime?"

"Determination and obsession are two different things, my love," the villain said.

"What do you care anyway?" the hero hissed. They were sick of people getting into their business and telling them how to live their life. It was more than exhausting.

The villain was quiet. They studied the hero's face and eventually sat down on the edge of the bed. Their lower back was touching the hero's side.

The hero did not pull away.

"Your hand has been shaking for two weeks now," the villain said. "Do you think I am willing to fight a weak enemy? That is below me. My equal is supposed to match me in combat. Not only attractiveness."

The hero didn't say anything to that right away. They knew they had had...struggled with fighting these past few weeks. But they had not wanted it to be due to their work. It was clearly a coincidence. Some harmless infection or illness.

"Listen...I am fine. I have a good job and I have a duty to fulfill."

"When you go home after work, do you feel like you have accomplished anything?" the villain asked and the hero, despite how sure they were of themselves and their work ethic, knew that the villain was digging into a wound with dirty fingers here.

Because, no, the hero did not feel satisfied, they barely felt relieved.

"Do you feel happy?" The villain's eyes were boring into the hero's. Curious, brilliant eyes.

The villain was quite provocative but this was right out a punch to the gut.

"You are asking unfair questions."

"You don't like them because the answer hurts. You are miserable. What you are doing right now is devouring you. And once that is done, what am I left with? Another one of those broken heroes who dies in their twenties because it's all too much?"

The hero looked at them, tears burning in their eyes. It was their job. It was their chance to prove themselves.

The hero was worth something. They were useful, they were smart. They were good at work. What would be left for them if that was being taken away?

What was the hero without it, anyway?

"Right now," they said, "I dislike you very much."

"Our relationship goes beyond simple fights," the villain explained. They let their fingertips dance over the hero's throat, even let their hand cup it carefully. Goosebumps spread all over the hero's back. The villain could have choked them anytime. But they didn't. "It's a vicious cycle. You and I. We cannot escape. And that is your duty. That is your priority. The objective which demands all your attention. Stopping me is a lot of work and you need to focus on that. If I get too powerful, you know what happens. I want power. I want power over you, over the city."

"So instead of working the usual way, you want me to work because of you?" The hero was quick to blink the tears out of their eyes.

This was simply ludicrous. The villain was wrong. They were lying, manipulating.

"No. I want your attention, I want your dedication. The healthy amount." The villain leaned over them, their lips brushing the hero's ear. "I can be nastier if I want. Right now I could break any bones of yours to force you to rest."

Their fingers glided up the hero's forearm until they found the hero's hand. The villain took it.

"But I saw how much pain that caused. And how disappointing the results were. So. Last chance, my love. Tune it down. Or all of us will suffer."

They pressed a kiss to the hero's temple.

However, the villain had to kidnap the hero three more times until the hero decided to start taking care of themselves.

[gumycandyyy]

Heyo I'm here to request that Male Reader x Winter King you wanted-

Anyways, can you write for a male Reader that used to be Simon and Betty's friend before the crown and the Mushroom War, who randomly shows up in the Land of Ooo? As in, Simon thought that they had died a long time ago, alongside Betty, but the Reader had survived through some odd means and got reunited with him?

Lol, if that's too much, then I'm sorry. It could be a fic or Headcanons, whichever you prefer!

⠂"ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ."⠐

⠂"ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ."⠐

AHJFHJGSKHA HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SIMON?? I LOVE THIS WET CAT.

Winter King actually isn't this one, because I wanted to focus on Fionna and Cake ver. Simon

Male reader

Platonic/Romantic (I'm leaving it ambiguous, because I mean, c'mon. It's Simon.)

Type: Headcanons (With a drabble and oneshot mixed in)

Summary: An old friend shows up after a bunch of time-related shenanigans, and is finally ready to settle back down in Ooo. Though this sudden happening is quite a shock to Simon.

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-You used to be an old family friend of Betty's, and met Simon through her.

-Y'all were really close, and they invited you over for dinner every other weekend.

-But one day, you just...

-Vanished.

-Everyone thought you were kidnapped, and Simon and Betty were heartbroken.

-However...

-Through some odd means, you were kept alive for a thousand years.

-It all started one weird day when you bought a little doodad from a garage sale.

-the next thing you knew, you were in a big yellow cube with a pink wall guy.

-Apparently the little thing you bought was an item from another universe, and it was janking up Ooo.

-Aaaaand technically you just committed a serious crime by purchasing the little thing.

-And whether intentional or not, you now had to go on trial for this little accident. You tried to explain what happened, but you were found guilty.

-You were sentenced to a thousand years in some donked up time jail.

-Apparently, you wouldn't age in there, and a thousand years would pass on Ooo before you were set free.

-It was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

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-The time jail kept you from losing your sanity, and a thousand years later, you were released.

-You were teleported back to Ooo, which looked quite different than how you remembered it.

-It felt like an eternity since you've seen rolling green hills and a clear blue sky. An eternity since you've breathed familiar air.

-You heard something, about a hundred yards from you.

-You approached the loud noises to see some buff dude with a sick beard and robotic arm beating up some one-eyed monster.

-He punched the creature, and it was sent flying towards you.

-You ducked, and the dude noticed you.

"Ah, sorry man! Didn't see you there!"

-You assured him it was nothing.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

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You shook your head, then blinked confusedly. Well, technically you were. It had just been 1000 years. You tried to get your story straight, then told the guy.

"Woah, so does that mean you're technically a time traveler?"

You shrugged. Time travel hadn't been proven yet, has it? You weren't sure. You asked the guy his name, so you didn't have to refer to him as just 'the guy.'

"Oh, yeah. Name's Finn. Good ol' Finn the H."

"The H.?"

"Y'know, the Human?"

But you were human too. With all due respect, you asked him about his strange surname.

"Oh, uh.. My real last name is Mertens, but I like 'the Human' better. It's only recently other humans have started living in Ooo. So I'm kinda seen as 'that one human' y'know?"

You nodded, trying to make sense of what he said. what had happened that caused humans to leave Ooo? How was that even possible?

The two of you talked for a short while, and you learned a little bit about Ooo. You were used to knowing a lot, but you barely even recognized this place.

"Oh, you're from the 20th century, right?"

You nodded.

"I've got a friend from then, maybe you'd like to meet him? He's one cool dude."

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-You agreed politely, wondering if this 20th century man would help you adjust to life in whatever century this was. What century was this anyway? 30-something?

-Finn ended up taking you to a scrappy little bar filled with people that looked to be made out of candy.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"Nothing for me, Dirt Beer Guy. Maybe he'd like one, but we're just waiting for-"

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"Simon?"

You stared in disbelief at the face of your old friend, who looked at you with the same expression. He was carrying something under his arm, but he dropped it in shock.

"No way, you know him? That's awesome!"

Simon slowly walked up to you, as if afraid you'd disappear at any second. Tears welled up in the both of your eyes, and you had to suppress breaking down right there. It hadn't occurred to you that this 20th century man could've been Simon, but now that you were seeing him, you realized you subconsciously wished it would be him.

He spoke your name softly, not much more than a whisper, as if anything louder would cause reality to shatter, or one of you to wake up from a dream.

"You... You're really here, aren't you?"

You nodded softly, not daring to say a word. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and Finn looked slightly confused.

"Do you guys, uh.... Wanna step out for a minute?"

You agreed, still quietly, saying it would probably be better to not make a scene. Finn gave you a thumbs up and shooed you out, saying he'd wait for you when you got back inside.

You stepped out of the little bar with Simon, realizing it got dark out while you were inside.

"So..."

"How about we take a walk?"

You nodded, falling into step with Simon as you walked into a nice little forest. The small stream rushing by provided ambient noise.

"How are you here..?"

Simon asked, with an air of disbelief. He blinked, wiping his glasses and rubbing his eyes. As if you'd disappear once he'd open them. You explained what happened, and suddenly gasped.

"If you're here, that means Betty must be here too, right? Where is she?"

Simon sighed, bringing his arms up to hold himself.

"She's..."

"She's not."

You decided not to pry, but you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your gut. She was one of your best friends, and she was gone. But she was Simon's fiancee. It must have hit him harder, whatever happened to her. You'd ask later, when the emotional turmoil between the two of you wasn't so fresh.

You walked in peaceful silence between the two of you, listening to the sounds of the stream, or chirping crickets.

You took that time to study Simon, how his appearance changed, and things that stayed the same.

Same fashion sense,

same goofy circle glasses,

even the same walk you remember.

There was a white streak in his hair now.

Wrinkles on his face.

Something about him just seemed so...

Sad.

"You've gotten old."

Simon smiled, though it seemed bitter.

"We both have."

"I missed you, Simon. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, Betty, or any of our other friends."

Simon stopped walking, and you copied. He seemed as if he was about to cry again. To be honest, you were too. Talking about all of this while looking him in the face didn't fare well for your emotional state.

He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. Simon smiled bitterly through it though. He seemed to be so lonely. You wondered where he lived now.

". . ."

He wiped his eyes again, then looked straight at you with an unwavering gaze.

"You have no idea how much we missed you. Even years after you disappeared, we still looked. Even when the police failed, we still-"

He inhaled sharply, breath shaking. He turned his head away, as if ashamed of his emotions.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to provide comfort. Simon suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You returned the embrace, holding onto him just as tightly.

Simon's breath shook, and you softly rubbed his back. You had no idea what he's gone through, and you were genuinely unsure whether you were helping or not.

"Simon..?"

His grip on you loosened, and he looked up at you.

You said nothing else, but you gently rested your forehead on his. He sniffed, then took a deep breath. Your hands fell to his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. Simon closed his eyes, cherishing this small bit of comfort.

After a few moments, Simon pulled away, bringing his fist up to his mouth and clearing his throat.

"W- well, today was certainly... Eventful."

You laughed softly, agreeing with his remark. The two of you walked back to the little bar, realizing you'd gotten farther from it than you thought you did.

Simon cleared his throat yet again, once you reached the outside of the bar.

"Yeah, Simon?"

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

". . .Thank you."

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Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved writing this, and Simon needs a hug.

Your complimentary artwork ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

[almondpiglet]

heyo thank you for all the followers i got recently, ive been trying to open up for some lil requests since i got over 1k (did the same on twitter a while ago) also i am struggling to think of stuff to draw so...

[catsoupki]

別戒，毒友 / come out and haunt me (aki hayakawa x reader)

Summary: everyone has their vices to forget a world of devil and man, but remember, when you quit, you quit forever.

Warnings: canon-typical violence (mentioned), smoking cuz duh it’s aki, angst !! they’re hinted to have somewhat of a relationship that never really flourished, so i guess treat them as fwb that could’ve been but never was :) have this while i fail my math midterms <3

wc: 820

It takes him a little over five seconds before he actually moves. Sitting up, stretching out his legs, heaving a breath. With the cigarette box still in hand, he leaves the balcony with what he’s got left in him and goes to greet whoever is ringing the doorbell.

“Heyo,” is what greets him when he opens the gate, laden— “missed me?” You invite yourself into his home, loafers toed off at the Genkan.

“Got any cigarettes?” He says while he turns around, dipping down to rummage through the drawers, and then the kotatsu, hoping he’d come across some more saviours.

“Say yes first.” Movement ceases, you’ve done it, you’re made it awkward. Look down, sigh, look back up, Aki is meeting you in the eye.

“Yes.”

One second passes and you reach into your pocket to snake a new packet into his hand— the flavour he likes, bought from the kombini he frequents— unfamiliarly and with a certain hesitance that makes you slow down before placing it on his open palm, slithering back onto the balcony.

An October night, the wind is crackling outside, his cigarette wavering in the chill, “Hayakawa-sensei, aren’t you cold?”

“No,” his pyjamas riffle violently where he stands next to the opened sliding glass door, “you’re not gonna come out?”

“I’m not so fond of the cold, sir,” Stepping across the boundary, your hair whips in your face anyway, squinting– “give me one too.”

“Since when did you start seriously smoking?” He asks, with hair in his eyes, he looks at you expectantly. You close your eyes.

“Since last time,” you smile at him, in the direction where you think he’s at, you don’t know that his eyes are flitting across your lips, your hair, he looks at you again. You.

“You should quit.” You open your eyes again.

“Mm.”

You were introduced to Aki two months ago, as was your habit of smoking. Makima had found you lying behind some alleyway bar, maimed. When Aki arrived at the scene, he could not differentiate between the way your blood spilled and the cracks of concrete beneath your corpse.

The culprit was killed by Denji afterwards, and you were hauled to the hospital soon. The day that you wake up, Makima greeted you, a simple “Hi”, before she asked the million-dollar question: are you willing to join my squad?

You wanted to say no, and perhaps she knew that, but you had no family left, not even the Shiba. Eyes glossy, hazy, maybe, you didn’t answer her. When she came back a day later with flowers in her hold, you said yes while looking at the floor.

You believe that you have little say in what truly happens around you, and the things that happen to you. Despite Makima always asking for your opinions on matters that concern you, you think that just like how you had said yes to her initial request by looking at the floor, the requests that leave Makima’s lips are laced with aphrodisiac, or perhaps it’s poison, you never find yourself saying no.

“Would you accompany Aki on this mission? I believe it’ll be a good learning opportunity for you.” Yes, because yes.

“Will you consider making a contract with this devil? It’ll be a good matchup when you go on missions with Denji and Aki.” Sure, why not.

It was August when your lips were first tainted by something. It was supposed to be smouldering these days, but that time, you find yourself travelling to Hokkaido with Aki.

He was familiar with the place, you could tell. Unlike the other times, he didn’t waste time fiddling with paper maps or asking the locals. With snow crunching under his footfalls, he walked knowing where his shoes would land next; forward.

The air had been extra cold when Aki gave you your first cigarette. Musk fills your lungs before you heave and cough all that you inhaled. Aki laughs at you.

You should quit. Yes— quit smoking, quit saying yes, quit abusing devils, quit looking at the ground when Makima talks to you. You should quit before you die.

“I’ll quit when you do.” Stubbornness is all that you know, Aki knows. He sighs instead.

“Why’re you here?”

Aki is polite. He has a habit of looking at people with proper etiquette in conversation, something that you lack. The dimming skyline, nebulous clouds. “I’m leaving tomorrow! I finally got my solo mission after two months, Nara. I’m eating so much food there.”

Maybe it’s the wind, or maybe it’s you, perhaps it’s him, but you don’t say much. He doesn’t say much either. It’s the wind whipping your hair— yeah.

He glances at you, with smoke filling his lungs, drowning in you, he says, “Be careful.”

You leave soon after, forgetting that you had a reunion with a few friends. You leave behind the cigarettes.

You quit. Aki never got to return them.

tag list: @hatsukeii @staraxiaa hahahah a two ppl tag list is comical

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART SIX)

one — two — three — four — five — 5.5 — six

notes: first photo was taken and sent to me by @/bellaxward on twitter, so creds to her! also, i’m sorry, i feel like this update isn’t the best but i’m running on like 3 hours of sleep and i was writing this bit by bit while super busy!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 heyo! welcome back to my postgame boyfriend show! tonight the njdevils played against the spawns of satan (not trevor)! or.. i mean.. the new york rangers.

we start tonight’s recap off with a very cute picture i got of my boyfriend and his best friend (again; not trevor) talking about how much they love me during warmups!

we also have da sun showing me that the tooth fairy came to visit him awhile ago! i bet he got lots of money for his toofer, however i wouldn’t know because he’s stopped letting me steal his wallet.

our first goal of the night was a tip in by mr. haula at ya! followed up in the same period by a goal from timo time! notice how he made the post this time? that’s because unlike most of these idiots (i’m looking at you, marino 👀), timo takes me seriously!

however, immediately after timo’s goal, haulaback girl was placed in the sin bin for tripping. i was very disappointed and he got a very strict talking to during first intermission and assured me he wouldn’t get another penalty. he lied.

he got a penalty in second period for the exact same reason that he did in the first. i cannot promise i was as nice to him in the second intermission.

we got a few scrums in this game, but my personal favorite one was in third period and ended much too quickly for my liking. BOO, REFS!

and finally, we have some pictures of my gorgeous, talented, sometimes annoying babygirl… my boyfriend!

tagged jackhughes, dawson1417, ehaula, tmeier96, ryangraves27 and vitacz15

dawson1417 y/n, i never LET you steal my wallet. you would take it from my pocket and count my money and then give it back, like a thief that’s really bad at their job

y/ndevils00 i’m just a very curious person! i like to know everyone’s business, all the time. and you never told me to stop 🤷‍♀️

jackhughes if i remember correctly, dawson and i were actually discussing our plans for the off-season

y/ndevils00 you remember incorrectly

jackhughes did you just call me babygirl

y/ndevils00 you’re so babygirl

jackhughes thank you?

john.marino97 why does everyone else get normal penalty reactions but me?

user52 wait, did y/n ACTUALLY just talk to Haula?!

john.marino97 @/user52 yes!

user52 OH MY GOD JOHN ILY

y/ndevils00 because you’re my bff and i only want the best for you

john.marino97 every day i rethink why i decided to become one of your best friends

y/ndevils00 you love me

trevorzegras did you seriously just specify that you weren’t talking about me when you said spawn of satan?

y/ndevils00 i didn’t want anyone to get confused!

trevorzegras i don’t like you

y/ndevils00 wait really???

trevorzegras wait no y/n i’m sorry. i was just joking

y/ndevils00 📸 caught in 4k

trevorzegras i hope both sides of your pillow are hot tonight

tmeier96 i made the post!!

y/ndevils00 you did a good job with my demands 🫡 i love my blankie

ehaula second intermission… you’re scary

y/ndevils00 remember that.

ryangraves27 why did you have to do me like this?

y/ndevils00 idk what you mean 🤭

user6 y/n is a menace and i’m here for it

lhughes_06 do i get to be in these posts when i join?

y/ndevils00 moosey, you’ll replace jack as the star of the show

jackhughes now hold on! let’s not get ahead of ourselves here!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i said what i said.

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes can we keep her?

jackhughes i intend to

nicohischier no feature for me tonight? i feel betrayed

y/ndevils00 i only have 9 picture slots bud, idk what to tell ya 🤷‍♀️

y/ndevils00 make a goal next time or something

nicohischier i’m gonna steal your cat

y/ndevils00 you wouldn’t!

nicohischier i probably wouldn’t even need to steal her. i bet jack would just give her to me.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes TELL HIM HE’S WRONG!

jackhughes …. no comment

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re sleeping on the couch

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that only hurts you babe. every time you say that, you end up dragging me in to the bed at like 2am because you can’t fall asleep without me

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you can’t cook broccoli.

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 yes i can! i can now!

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Heyo! All the art on these readings is drawn by me. Take what you can from the reading and leave all that does not resonate behind but always be open to new perspectives.

The archetype reading was inspired by the deck I used today. The guide book uses examples from anime to fit the descriptions of the tarot cards. I thought that was really clever so I decided to build off that idea and tell you what archetype you are most drawn to wants to tell you. In short, this is really a message from a specific cards energy. I hope this helps anyone who might be struggling!

PILE 1

Crystal: Tigers Eye

Character: Badtz-Maru

Archetype: The Empress

Astrology: Taurus ♉️, Libra ♎️, Pisces ♓️, Virgo ♍️

Dear pile 1, you are represented by the empress of this deck. The archetype you embody is someone who is luxurious, modest, kind and attentive. You care deeply for those you love and would do anything to assist them and make their life easier. You are a fantastic friend, partner and companion. You don’t necessarily have to be a woman to embody that energy. The message this part of you wants to tell you is that your kindness is being taken for granted. Your attentiveness is being discarded as if the love you gave isn’t worth anything. Your intuition is telling you to withdraw from the connection that is causing this. You maybe started this friendship or connection a while ago but you have started to notice this pattern from the other party in this relationship. They don’t return your love. They don’t say thank you when you go out of your way to be good to them. This doesn’t mean you should necessarily cut them off. Just don’t go out of your way anymore. They are undeserving if they cannot be grateful to you for all you do. I see if you did stop it would barely be noticed at first. However, the person will slowly realize how much you did to assist them. How much work you did was important and helped them get through the day easily. If they apologize and communicate they did wrong that won't necessarily be your queue to go back to scratching their back. You need to wait for them to lend their assistance to you. That will be your invitation to return to being kind. Until then use the extra time you have working on your passion projects and aiming for your dreams.

🖤✒️🔎💻🕋🛞♟️🎤🎼🎱🏴🪨🐕‍🦺🕶️🎩🐦‍⬛💣🎵🎶♣️♠️🏴‍☠️👁️‍🗨️

PILE 2

Crystal: Flower Agate

Character: Keroppi

Archetype: The Devil

Astrology: Leo ♌️, Aquarius ♒️, Capricorn ♑️, Gemini ♊️

Hey pile 2! Your archetype is the devil. Don’t worry though, for this doesn’t make you evil or bad. All this communicates to me is you are an enjoyer of the darker parts of life. You enjoy what other people usually fear. This is definitely not something horrible you should shame yourself about. I see you probably enjoy altered states of reality or perhaps you are very free with your sexual expression. I see you like the taste of control, power and vengeance. Again not a bad thing in my mind. Humans have many states of being and no part of existence is incorrect. Your message from the devil archetype is not asking you to cold turkey your behavior. However, I think it is saying balance is super important when you dabble in darkness. You might be prone to addiction to literally anything you can get dopamine from. I am an addict as well. I know how hard restraint can be. Even doing this reading is giving me cravings to be honest so I know you deal with cravings constantly. Your cards are saying it doesn’t matter if you feed the addiction. You will always be starving for more. You will always be chasing something you can never achieve. Please take care of your body before the cravings lead to worse. When I was dealing with my addiction I ended up in the hospital multiple times. It would have killed me if I hadn’t stopped. It is okay to dabble in darkness but seriously I beg you, from the bottom of my heart please moderate. Moderation is key to keeping yourself safe. If you are meant to have the darkness, it will be in your grasp. If you are in need of a break. Trust the universe when it takes it away. You are not evil for needing. I want to reiterate that because I know how it feels to need something that hurts you.

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PILE 3

Crystal: Carnelian

Character: Tuxedo Sam

Archetype: Emperor

Astrology: Cancer ♋️, Aries ♈️, Sagittarius ♐️, Scorpio ♏️

Hey, pile 3! Your archetype is the emperor. You are a force to be reckoned with. A master of your craft and skilled beyond other people's wildest imaginations. You have a plan and have been putting so much energy into it. You know exactly what you want and exactly how to get it. Your cards are pretty straight forward just like you are. They are telling me that working hard is good! That your progress is fantastic and you have made it so far! However, the pace you are keeping at is almost unsustainable. You can’t juggle all of the tasks you are trying to keep under control. You cannot do it all by yourself. That isn’t logical! Humans are not solitary creatures. We need community and connection to continue on. Humans who have been left alone for too long go hecking crazy! You absolutely can handle all of it mentally. I am not saying you are incapable because you are SO CAPABLE. Rome was not built in a day. Masterpieces are not made out of minutes, they are made out of days or months or years. You are creating a masterpiece so allow yourself time to think about it. Allow yourself the space to brainstorm and be patient with your body and your creativity. Be gentle with yourself. You are only one person and the secret you are missing is that you are not alone. The silly little secret is that you don’t need to set a deadline for the greatness you are going to grow into. One of my favorite artists didn’t make it when he was 20. He grew into his greatness when he was 35. Does that make him any less of a great artist? Absolutely not!!! You are cool, awesome and wonderful! Why do you need to prove that when you already know it is true?

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-ghost 🖤🩵

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𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

pairing: kaminari denki x reader, hanta sero x reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings/contents(for part one): angst, petnames (denki calls you babydoll), written with a chubby reader in mind /// minors do not interact (in later chapters there will be smut and explicit content!!) - smut, fluff and more in later chapters !!

a/n: this is my first series! i'm not sure how many parts this will have but if you wanna be updated i could add a taglist! thank you @tsukkisloser, they suggested i post two versions, by saying that gave me hundreds ideas to where the story could go and i decided to combine all the the ending ideas into plot points, making my series more developed! i'm really excited for this fic and i hope you all enjoy it, it's going to fun! <3

summary: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

part two >> | masterlist (check out my poll for this chapter!)

You're Denki's best friend and you've always been since you both were little, you were attached to the hip, and went everywhere together, both of you went to UA together. Everything used to be okay, Denki was just Denki, your best friend, but luck never took a liking to you and years later you've realised you're in love with your best friend, you always have been.

You're in love with your extremely attractive and all around amazing best friend.

Denki has consistently flirted, he's flirtatious in nature, you never had a problem with it until you you both grew up a bit, until UA. Until Jirou. Denki still flirted with everyone but he always spoke about Jirou to you and it grated. Sure he'd find people attractive before and he'd have liked people in the past but with Jirou it felt never ending. Everyday he talked about her, something about how funny or cool she is, half the time you doubt he even realised he was being so obvious when talking to you about her.

You knew it shouldn't upset you, there was no reason why it should but it did. He never flirted with you, and you never cared about it before, but why did he never pay any attention? He hit on every one else. You were always right there and he never spared you a second glance.

You became bitter, and you really tried not to, you tried your hardest to smile through every time Denki gushed about her but it was so god damn hard.

After blowing Denki off one night, out of exasperation, you end up in Sero's room, he's always had a very good read on you, and can tell when you're pissed off and normally he knows what its about too. "Has Kaminari messaged you tonight?" He slips into conversion while briefly looking at you before the next match begins.

"Yeah, but i'd rather be with you," you shrug back, trying to sound as casual as you can. In all actuality you would rather be spending your time with Sero so you're not lying, just hiding your irritation. It's always so easy with Sero. It use to be that way with Denki but not so much recently, you'd prefer to spend your night relaxing instead of getting Denki gushing in your ear about Jirou again.

"Hmm, I'm flattered." He looks up to smile at you. If only you were into Sero instead. You two spend the night together, playing mario kart and watching x-files.

You take notice that the room is really bright, you swear it was dark only a second ago, and you hear yawning behind you. That makes more sense you fell asleep in Sero's room. It's not the first time it's happened, but it's not particularly frequent, Sero does keep a blanket in his room especially for you though, which you always thought was nice. What's nicer is Sero must have laid you down with the blanket after you fell asleep, you're fairly certain you fell asleep propped up against his wall as the last thing you remember is the climax of the episode you were watching, you don't remember how it ended, you'll have to ask.

"Heyo," you say, softly, still waking up.

Sero makes a noise of acknowledgement, as he starts stretching. "We'll probably miss breakfast if we don't get up soon," Sero says gravelly voice from behind you, the contrast between his morning voice and his regular is something that always makes your face heat up a bit.

This time you hum to let him know you've heard him and start getting up. A couple minutes later you're out the room, albeit tired.

You two seem like one of the last ones up and you can tell Bakugou's been up for awhile by the way he's already shouting, how does he always wake up so early?

"I have no idea how that guy has so much energy in the mornings." Thank fuck for Sero who always matches your energy and knows what you're thinking.

"Speak for yourself, he's already made pancakes and man that guy can cook," you hear Denki say from behind you. He's so enthusiastic in the morning and you can practically hear his grin, you just groan in response. You see Sero smirk from the corner of your eye.

"Do you wanna go out today babydoll?" Denki asks, still too tired to engage in full blown conversations you nod and lean back so you're leaning on him. "We can go to the arcade or something, after you've had some caffeine of course." You turn to the side to look at him and stick your tongue out. Even though you were actually waiting to get something to drink so you can properly start your day, Denki knows every little thing about and that's very comforting when you've just woken up. Safe to say you had a good time with Denki that day.

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Seven years later, you're outside that very same arcade after patrol on your way back home. You can't wait to get back and relax, you haven't eaten all day, you slept in late which is no surprise and had to miss breakfast. Even now as an adult you are definitely not a morning person.

"I'm home!" You call out, Denki must not be in due to the fact he hasn't called back to you as loud as he can like normal. He's probably at Kirishima's or something. When people ask why two successful, up and coming heroes are living together, they normally fill in the blanks themselves. 'They have enough money to buy their own place, so they must be dating, they're choosing to live together.' Crappy tabloids and internet sleuths are always jumping to conclusions.

They're technically not completely wrong about the fact that you both are quickly jumping the charts every year and have plenty to spend on your own places but you have chosen to live with Denki in this warm, comfy little flat but you are just friends, even if you wish there were something more.

After graduation it made the most sense for you to live together, according to Denki, and you'd much rather live with Denki than by yourself so you agreed, years flew by and you still lived together. The idea of moving out never crossed your mind, you like living with Denki, you love it, even if sometimes he forgets to take clothes into the bathroom when showering and he walks out with just a towel on or comes into the living room late at night drinking orange juice from the carton, only leaving a drop left and not buying another one.

He's your best friend and you love him, You've matured together and seen each other grow and you're so proud of the people you've become. Whenever you praise Denki too much though it definitely gets to his head.

After leaving UA it's been a hell of a lot harder to keep in contact with everyone, there's a group chat but it's pretty dead, and even then you haven't opened the last three messages that came through last couple weeks, if it was important Denki would mention it, you'll get round to it eventually. He's always been on top of communicating with everyone, he's always been the more sociable one. Now everyone's gone pro it's harder to find time for each other and have schedules that match up with others. That's why you're so lucky you have Denki.

Although it's not just Denki you've stayed in contact, luckily Kirishima lives close by and so does Hanta so that's good. You're fairly certain you and Denki are the only ones from your class who are living together, every other hero you know lives separately that's makes you pretty special in your eyes. It must be pretty lonely having no one to come home at the end of the day, you know you definitely would be lonely if you didn't have Denki.

You make yourself some dinner and message Denki after asking where he is. You're not ready to call it a night yet and it would be nice to spend some time with people after a tiring day. Denki's at Kiri's, so twenty minutes later you're at Kiri's too.

When you get through the door, you're immediately greeted by Denki's voice accompanied with Kirishima's and Hanta's laughing, and in ten more minutes you're all squished together watching some shitty show in the background that you have no interest in, listening to Hanta and Denki passionately argue about what star wars film is better, they're absolute idiots. According to Hanta, Phantom Menace is the best one because Jar Jar Binks makes his first appearance but Denki says its return of the Jedi because it's the one where Leia has the gold bikini on.

Even though it sucks that you don't see all your friends as often as you like, you feel like you, Kiri, Denki and Hanta have grown even closer, which is weird because you honestly didn't think you could grow closer with them. They were both some of the closest friends you made during your time at UA. Half the time you still end up falling asleep next to Hanta even now, years later, when you're shattered after work, with Hanta by the side of you. That's where Sero's been for years, by your side, that's where Kiri's been too. It dawned on you one day that not only do you have Denki right beside you always, they've been there too and you're very thankful for them.

"Anyway, Kirishima can I turn this shit off and put something actually interesting on?" Hanta turns to asks Kirishima, how does this man always know what you're thinking.

"Go for it, dude."

"What's the point, it's just background noise anyway," Denki complains.

"Yes, but highly annoying background noise. I suggest anything other than this," you say back.

Denki shuts up after that and they let you pick something.

You must have fallen asleep for a some time as Denki's crouched down beside you, tucking some hair behind your ear, whispering to you, "let's go babydoll, let's get you home." You mumble something unintelligible and start closing your eyes again. "I know babydoll, you're tired but you gotta get up. You can't sleep on Kiri's floor again, you're going to hurt your back. I would carry you but I don't want to hurt you while climbing any stairs. Can you get up for me?" He helps you up and and wraps his arms around your soft waist. "Good girl, we'll be home soon, I promise." you're too tired too think, and too sleepy, not even acknowledging Ejirou and Hanta on your way out, they're used to your hazy states and find it rather endearing. Walking home is a blur, Denki's got his arms around you, keeping you warm and stable. You trust Denki to get you home safely as you close your eyes again, not looking where you're going, pulling yourself even closer to him and burying yourself in his neck, his warmth and smell keeping you cosy and relaxed.

[castrian-amore]

Bitter, had the Heart

Dead Tired (Tim Drake x Danny Fenton), Tim Drake-centric, unfinished, the author is plotting, temporary death, please check out ao3 for full tags list.

4/46 Chapters | Word Count: 5751

Chapter 4: You Stole my Fuckin' fruit snacks

Tim and Dick snuck into the warehouse through the upper floor window. The one they normally entered though. Jason was cleaning his nails with one of his knives waiting in the warehouse which had a few small collections of boxes stacked around the area. The lights flickered above making the scene eerie. The walls were creaking in the autumn Gotham wind. 

This entire thing had been last minute, but it had been 

Decided over a silent breakfast and staring at Dick. They had to go and meet this mysterious vigilante who had stayed so far from them for so long. It was better they do it now than let B be the one to meet. Both rescheduling their plans for the evening. 

“Heyo Little wing!” Dick greeted a smile plastered across his face as Jason glanced off. His helmet set off to the side just wearing the red mask over his eyes for the moment. 

“Hey,” Jason greeted back giving them a nod as he gave a spin to his knife before sheathing it. 

“Where is Mr. Distortion?”Dick asked with a smirk crossing his arms as Jason shrugged. 

“Fuck if I know, he comes and goes as he pleases. I’m not the boss of him.” Though Tim wouldn’t pick up on what Dick did. He could only read so much into a person. Dick was really good at it. While Tim could tell if people are lying Dick could tell you what about and could direct the conversation where he wanted it a lot easier than Tim could. 

“So what made him change his mind? Getting caught in action by us?”Tim raised an eyebrow at Jason. 

“You two are really just working on the same case but trying to tackle it from different sides. He has valuable information and wants this case closed as much as you do.” 

“And how long has he been working on this case?” Tim was pressing.

“3 years.” 

“The murders didn’t start until 6 months ago.” 

“That’s what you think Replacement. It’s his case I’ve just been making sure he doesn’t get himself killed by my men,” a nonchalant shrug came from Jason’s shoulders. The tenseness in them though told him something else was going on. “Don’t know why he’s fucking late though.” 

“Guess he got held up,”Dick chuckled until an empty cardboard box hit Jason in the head and bounced off towards the bats.

“YOU TRAITOROUS BITCH.” 

They looked towards the voice and dropping from a small spot in the roof was the masked figure they’d seen running from the crime scene 5 days ago.

He wore no respirator this time but his goggles remained on. He was angry, that was for sure. He landed with a roll unsheathing a fucking batarang?!?! Oh yeah wait. That tracked. He had thrown one at the guy.  Hit him actually. 

Jason merely smirked as if this kind of response had been expected. Dick moving to pick up the cardboard box. Tim watched as the kid(?). He was short, okay?

The man with black hair whom they could Assume was distortion began his onslaught onto Jason. A swipe to the man’s arms as Jason blocked and moved to punch the kid who ducked underneath slipping between his legs and nailing a kick to the back of Jason’s knee dropping him down a bit as he used Jason’s shoulders as a vantage point flipping the man who was easily close to a foot taller than him. Jason hit the ground, hard. That didn’t unmotivate him though. 

“Feisty tonight Dis.” 

“Fuck you.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jason feigned innocence as he kicked Distortion off of him sending the man reeling. Dick and Tim watching the man correct his position mid air to land sliding backwards hand on the ground knife behind him. 

“Yes you fucking Did!”He hissed out as he charged again blade against blade before Jason managed to knock the batarang towards Red Robin and Nightwing. Tim picking up his batarang. 

“Hey, Red I think that’s yours anyways right?”

“Yeah it is. So wait, what did you do?” 

“One second.” Jason groaned out as Distortion wasn’t letting up and got a solid kick to his chest knocking the wind out of him. Tim thought he might have even heard a clean snap at some point as Jason landed a hook onto distortion blood beginning to trickle from his nose. Ignoring it though he pressed on. 

“You went to my safe house,”Distortion began as he skillfully knocked Jason’s blade away and threw a kick at him. The leg going just above Jason’s head. “And stole my SHIT.”

“I left a sticky note! Also,”Jason caught Dis’s leg before flipping him this time arm against his throat. “Are you not taking it easy?” 

Dis landed a hit on Jason’s nose sitting up coughing a tad. “WITH NO APOLOGY.” 

Dick tapped Tim’s shoulder to show him the box in question. It was an empty box of fruit gummies. A sticky note haphazardly put on it saying ‘took your last pack’. 

“I’d fight him too,”Tim nodded. “Especially if he did that to me.” Tim had a small laugh and couldn’t help but look at the silliness of the situation. Though it became clear Dis was lagging. 

The fight finished not even 30 seconds later as Jason slammed his hand into Distortion’s leg and the man crumpled holding it. 

He began cursing in… was that fucking Esperanto? Kid still landed a small kick on Jason’s ankle which had him cursing. 

“You owe me so many fucking gummies you Dick head.” 

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Jason offered a hand down to Dis who stood up moving to sit on a box as Jason went to go grab his first aid kit. 

“So You’re distortion.” 

“One and only.” 

“Reminds me of Robin with less murderous tendencies,”Tim looked over at Dick. 

“I have to agree,”Dick chuckled, pulling over boxes so they could sit. “So, are you finally okay with meeting two of the bats?” 

“You’re stuck, I’m stuck. Guess it’s finally time to get my head out of my ass and ask for help.” 

Jason came back with a kit the two bickering as Jason moved to cut away his loose fitting pants revealing the neatly wrapped wound soaked now in fresh blood. Tim could pick up that the man hadn’t really wanted to ask for help. He obviously was hesitant, untrusting. It seemed his walls were so far up, that it was a miracle Jason was close to him at all. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you though I wish we could say we’ve heard of you.” 

“I would be concerned if you had heard of me.” Distortion clarified flinching away from the other as he cut away the bandages handing him a tissue for his bleeding nose. “After all there is the whole ‘Batman doesn’t like Metas rule’.” 

“You’re a meta?” Dick asked, leaning forward on his knees a bit. Dis nodded and held his hand up letting his hand fade from view. Right as he did it though he gave a sharp gasp of pain. 

“Fucking hell,”he hissed out through gritted teeth. 

“My hand slipped.” 

Jason’s hands didn’t slip. He knew his elder brother far too well. He was hiding something. Dis wasn’t supposed to have outed himself. The cry of pain was the only explanation. The two of them seemingly having a quiet conversation to himself and Tom gently poked his brother’s side to see if he noticed it too and he did give a small nod in response. 

“You’re the one who ripped their stitches,”Jason chided as he continued to work otherwise carefully. 

Dis mouthed the words mocking him only eliciting another harsh pull from Jason. 

“The case?”Dick redirected them back on task. 

“Yeah, sorry. The case has been going on for 3 years. It’s the entire reason I ended up Gotham.” 

“You’ve been here for 3 years? For a case?” Tim couldn’t hide his surprise at that. You didn’t just come to Gotham for a mere case. 

“Not for this case but it did kinda fall into my lap yeah.” That made more sense, but still raised his questions for just how long this kid had been working under their radar. Not just how long, what was he capable of?  

“So what do you know?” 

“Hood wanna be a doll and grab my file since I’m currently injured,”The kid had a flair for the dramatic as he feigned a hand to his forehead leaning backwards on the crate looking absolutely “injured”. 

“Fucking spoiled prick.” 

“SAYs YOU!” 

“YEAH SAYS I DIS! I’m the one who has to deal with your fucking bullshit all the time!” 

All Tim could currently think about was how Jason had claimed he had not much to do with Distortion but from what he could see the two were remarkably close. Tim wouldn’t understand but he was admittedly jealous. He wished he could have had a better relationship with Jason from the beginning. 

One that hadn’t ended in him being called Jason’s replacement. Tim wanted the Robin spot, honestly. He had taken it when Batman needed him most and needed back up and all he had gotten was shit for it. Maybe he had still been salty about that. The Robin who was the smartest but at what cost? He was the longest reigning Robin before Damian came along and forced Tim to change his name and realign himself. 

When Tim had rebranded as Red Robin he had sort of gone on a quiet rampage. His morals thrown out of the loop in anger and he made some not so great decisions. Jason had found him then beating the shit out of a drug runner who had murdered an innocent little girl. It had been Jason who pulled Tim off the man in his late teens. 

Jason who apologized to Tim for how he treated him, and that he was really trying to work on his anger and had confided in Tim about how badly his anger issues affected him to that day. He had called it Pit Rage. An ever consuming anger he couldn’t get rid of. Jason just seemed more relaxed than he had, ever. Maybe this person was doing some good for him. 

Jason came back over handing Dis the manilla folders with neat labels and tabs. 

“Year one we have out first 2 victims.” He pulls out photos. “Small but noticeable markings. Missing heart. Missing kidney. Blood everywhere, but it was almost more surgical?” He hands over the photos. “Then we have year 2. 5 in total. Same thing as the first two. Missing heart. Missing Kidney. Same symbols but we watch the motives slowly get more and more deteriorated. The kills start to get messy.” 

Tim and Dick flipped through the photos noticing the same thing. “Like the person who did it in the first place was loosing the reason that they started doing it in the first place.” 

“Yeah.. that’s what I was thinking,”Dis admits. “You’ve seen the most disturbing ones from this year, so I won’t go into detail about that. Here’s what you need to know that I know. I’m meta, and one of those abilities allows me to see things and understand things not known to the human eye, specifically on the field of the supernatural. Thing that one chick who I keep seeing posters of, uhhhh Hood help me out?” 

“Zatanna.” Jason was mildly amused at him not knowing who she was. 

“Yeah her. She’s dripping with magic, I kinda have access to see it, not access it but it’s an entire thing. Not important. What is important is how those abilities relate to this case.” 

“Okay..”Tim nods taking in the information at hand. He was useful. 

“Those markings are a language. Nothing that still breaths should be able to read it but those who have sold their soul, or been touched by Death themself can read it. Don’t ask Hood he can’t read it.  I kind of can? Think like I understand it but it’s borderline untranslatable.” 

“So our culprit either soul their soul or was touched by death and survived?” Dick clarified looking over to Tim who was thinking the same thing. Ra’s and John Constantine might prove useful to this case. 

“Exactly. Ghost Speech can’t easily be translated, but I did manage to do it after going through like 5 languages until  I could get it into English. Belong, to live, to die, again, trust not the living, friend.” Dis set the folder down. “I’ve been staring at those words for 3 years and I got nothing.”

“Belong, to live, to die ,again, trust not the living, friend. That sounds like a warning?” 

“For who? Us? The serial killer is the one who’s torturing and murdering people!”Dis exclaimed. “Look, Red, Nightwing. I get it. You probably don’t want me involved but I am useful. You need me on this case!”

“Look, we’re not going to turn you away or down. This is more information than we’ve been able to get in the entirety of the case.”Dick began slowly. “But Hood mentioned you were weary of Batman. Red and I can respect that but if we officially bring you into this case you know he will get involved. He already is in terms of this case.” 

“Bring me in.” 

Tim and Dick shared a moment of surprise between each other. Jason would do that? For Dis? 

“I’ll act as messenger when needed. It’s only a matter of time before the next body is dumped in my alleyways right? You let the kid help and report information to me and I’ll act as messenger.” 

“You know this will mean you’ll have to be at the BatCave more, right?” 

“Trust me, I’m painfully aware.” 

“I have a question though,”Tim spoke up. “You removed a viscous green substance from the bodies. What was that? It  was glowing.” 

“Ectoplasm.” 

“Pit water, but more pure,”Jason translated as he finished sewing up Dis’ leg.

“I still don’t know what that means,”Distortion whispers under his breath as Jason ignores him. 

“So definitely something supernatural related,”Dick merely took it as a clarification.  

“Exactly.” 

“So our murderer is what, undead?” Tim rubbed his forehead a little in frustration. 

“Probably.” Dis moved to examine the wrapping on his leg a moment before looking at the group as a whole. A small quirk to his lips as if he wanted to say something else but held back. “I’m not completely against working with Batman, but it’s just--” 

“Just?”Dick pressed gently. “We won’t tell, you know. I hope Hood has spoken that much of us.” 

“Yes, I know you two won’t tell. That is why it’s you two here. Closest people to the case right? I’ll help from the sidelines. Give you my information. Share, what I can but what I need is if you discover a body let me see it before you do anything.” 

“What do you mean?” Tim crossed his arms a little, in a more relaxed way than before. 

“I’m going to be honest, I think we’re up against a ghost. Which means a whole lot of issues for more than just you and I. If I can get my hands on the ectoplasm left on the scene I can start working on tracking him.”

“You mentioned Zatanna earlier. Do you think bringing in people who know that sort of magic will be any help?” Dick asks genuinely. 

“No. No. No Magic users.” Distortion’s words were quick. Dick and Tim shared a look recognizing the panic in his voice. Jason said nothing off to the side either. The words hard to understand and distorted in their own right. Was that how he got his name? Jason walked over and rested a hand to his shoulder, the young man taking a deep breath, or really, several. The room dropping a few degrees.

How powerful of a meta was he? Tim noticed Jason’s hand grabbing the youngers wrist face dropped in serious thought as he counted heartbeats. Distortion pulled his arm away from him. 

“I’m fine Hood,”he hissed out before looking back in the direction of the two. “No. Can you imagine how widespread the chaos would be if any of the mainstream powerful magicians found out about a Ghost being strong enough to commit murder? It would turn Gotham into even more of a bloodbath.  They exist but they’re not supposed to be powerful enough to be so--so.” 

“Consistent?” Jason offered before stealing Distortion’s arm again to check his pulse. 

“Hood.” Another threatening glare between the two of them. Silent, but a conversation nonetheless. One Distortion obviously lost. “But yes. Consistent. There’s a reason Ghost’s aren’t commonplace here.” 

“Wait, here,”Dick frowned this time. The two would be having serious conversations about not only Jason but his apparent ward. 

A deep breath from Distortion. “Whoops, yeah, I’ve said far too much.” 

“If you’re from the future, we've dealt with that kind of stuff before,”Tim offers an olive branch to the man. A hesitance in doing so. 

“As long as you understand one thing, I don’t care how you identify me,”he chuckles standing up as Hood frowned and released his hand. He moved and made his way witha limp to the front of the warehouse. 

“Dis!”Jason called out after him. “We need to ask about you--”

“Shut it Hood!” A frustrated groan and hands running down the side of his face. “Just know that I don’t exist. You never saw me. You don’t know who I am. It’s safer for everyone that way.” 

And though, they saw him leave it was like he was gone and never was there in the first place. A cold chill coming in through the now open door and causing Jason sigh sitting down where he was. 

“He’s a character,”Dick started. “His mood dropped there at the end.” 

“Yeah.. he mentioned Justice League Dark to me once in passing too. I think he has beef with them. “ 

“It would explain why he’s so testy about magic users, especially if he can see the things they can too, without a spell.” Tim spoke up rummaging through the file some more looking over the hand scrawled tedious notes. Even the original workings through several translations with picture through history of Ghost speech written on the walls. It was more than Tim had ever thought he would have on the guy. 

Dammit. Tim hadn’t gotten the chance to apologize to him. Fuck. Maybe he could chase him? He couldn’t be super fast with that injury,  but then again he did have that whole weird disappearing act up his sleeve. 

Tim was missing something. They both were missing something and it seemed very important they figure it out to unlock this case. He wished the man had the clean photos of the writing but it seemed he had similar bad luck with them. There were photos but they sure were blurry as fuck. 

“Red.” 

“Huh?” He looked up between the two to see which one called him. It was Dick. 

“Any other questions to Hood? We gotta go finish our patrols before B starts asking questions.” 

“Fuck, yeah. I have questions, too many, though. Distortion was honest all the way through. He hesitated on saying he was a meta though, and the fact he doesn’t want people to think he exist is concerning.” 

“He lets me know he exists.” Hood snorts motioning to the discarded box of gummies from earlie. 

“He trusts you, that much is obvious,”Dick gave a small chuckle. “Guy has more walls up than the fucking pentagon, but at least we could hack past those.” 

“He wears his heart on his sleeve honestly,”Hood pulled off his helmet to reveal the domino mask underneath. “Trust me. He’s guarded about his past. About what and who he is but his real personality shines through a lot. I take him to the soup kitchen for me and he watches me back during particularly rough land grabs from other mob bosses.” 

“He knows about the pit, which is more than any other civilian has ever found out,”Dick pointed out. 

“You could say that again, this answered a lot if he’s right but fuck. It also gave us a lot more fucking questions.” Normally Dick would be on his ass all day for that swear jar money, it seemed he had decided not today. 

“Let me be clear. What he said is right. He’s a fuckin’ ghost for all things considered. He knows far too much shit to be just a civilian. Trained too much to be a civilian. If he doesn’t have training he has experience. His knowledge of things far beyond our reach, our control? It’s uncanny.” Hood motioned for the file back and Tim gave a whine. 

“Calm down Babybird I’m just gunna go make you a copy really quick of what’s in here,”there was an obvious eye roll to his voice that caused Dick to snort. 

“Leave him along Little wing,”Dick teased lightly. “The mans was distracted on a date Wednesday and he’s been out of it ever since.” 

“NIGHTWING, once again NOT a date!” Tim insisted looking at his traitorous brother. 

“Uh huh, tell that to your little black haired friend who was laughing at practically everything you said.” A smirk as Dick playfully leaned on his knees. 

“You are not doing this to me right now, I swear to god.”

“A date?”Jason’s turn to smirk leading the duo into his office. Medical supplies sitting on his desk as he moved to the copier.

“We can’t leave without that file,” Dick began moving to flop onto Jason’s couch. “So I’m going to temporarily enjoy this~”

“It wasn’t a date,”Tim insisted. “We literally just fucking met!” 

“So you took him to a coffee shop and paid for his food and drink?” Dick offered.

“He’s my partner for the semester for my 101 Linguistics class!! We have a lot in common!” 

“Dateeee~~~”

“No.” 

“I don’t know Babybird, that does sound like a date.” 

“You two are fucking impossible oh my god. He’s smart and speaks a million and a half languages guys! We started talking about those. He knows fucking Tagalog!” 

“Oooo the baby bird got himself another genius to fool around with,”Dick wiggled his eye brows. 

“Are those copies printed yet?”

“Almost,”Jason smirked. 

“I might as well just finish this shift alone tonight. Face the wrath of B of doing it by myself than deal with you two.” Tim goes for the door.

“Okay okay,”Dick lightened up. “We’re glad you finally found a friend, not a date, a friend.” Jason and him shared a look which caused Jason to snort. Motherfuckers.

“I have friends!” 

“A non-superhero friend,”Jason emphasized as he began gathering papers and clipping them together. “You‘ve needed one of those. One you’re not constantly worried about on the field. Or even better, one who won’t die as easily.” 

“Hey!” 

“He’s right though RR,”Dick spoke back up this time. “Proud of you. We do have to go so we’re gunna take those files and scedaddle. Anything else we need to talk about?” 

“One more thing about Dis… he’s a good kid. I promise, but he can be brutal and obsessive at times. If you see shit involving him going down I need you all to promise to not intervene unless his life is in danger. He can handle himself but he is also,”Jason contemplated his words there for a moment. “He’s got the skills down and the experience under his belt but he has plenty other things going on that can leave him vulnerable during battle. There’s a fine line between him fucking with people and him struggling. If he uses his meta powers, join in because he’s doing to fucking drop afterwards.” 

“Drop?”Dick sounded concerned and they both shared worried glances. “Is that why you were checking his pulse earlier?” 

“… yeah.” 

“Can we ask what specifically you were looking for?”

“I promised i wouldn’t rat him out. I am not going to break his trust like that.” 

“Fair,”Tim took the paper’s from Jason’s hand folding them neatly and shoving them into his belt. “Ready to go Big Bird?” 

“You bet. Catch you on the flip side Hood.” 

“You too Nightwing. RR, get some fucking sleep please. I will call Kon.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Tim would have made eye contact if it weren’t for the masks. “I slept a day or two ago!” 

“A day or two ago,”Dick mimics. “Yeah exactly the problem, now come on Red.” Dick almost dragged him away before Tim could respond to Jason’s threats any further. 

“THIS IS NOT DONE HOOD.” 

“YES IT IS RED.” 

“FUCK YOU.” Cue Tim flipping off the Red Hood as they left. The quiet sounds of grappling hooks going off and then silence settling over the warehouse and Tim left with far too many questions and concerns. What kind of Meta can’t handle using his own abilities? He thought that wasn’t how that worked. 

At least Tim had gotten something out of tonight. He had liked Dis. The man was a firecracker and funny when he wasn’t being serious. A bigger Damian if you would, but at least Hood had a better control over this one. At least he trusted this one not to outright stab him. Ha, Big Damian. Their little brother would definitely clash with Dis if/when they met. Tim was almost excited to see it happen. 

“So what are we telling B again?” Tim voiced silently as they were a few houses down. 

“We found a lead but had to turn off coms so we couldn’t be found. The lead wanted total security.” Dick replied with ease. “Hey Oracle.” 

“Nightwing—“Tim didn’t get to finish his statement before Oracle’s voice came online. 

“Ready? I’ve been spewing lies for hours now Nightwing. You owe me.” 

“Yeah yeah. I know. I’ll come by and make dinner one night, we can watch a movie.” 

“Movie night?”Tim asked.”Can I join?” 

“Yes you can Red, thank you for asking.” 

“We should stop the small talk before B spasses.” 

“Probably. Reconnecting.” 

B’s voice was immediate. “Nightwing, Red Robin, report. Why were your coms offline?” 

Tim was letting Dick trip over himself with this one quite enjoying the show.

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Damian Wayne liked to think, no he knew himself to be the best of the children when it came to several things. Grades(mostly only being topped by Drake), Fighting, and most importantly Stealth. The only other one coming close to him being Greyson with his light feet and acrobatic training. 

So when his father had come to him telling him tonight he would be checking up on Hood instead of their normal routines, honestly, Damian had been excited. Excited at the prospect of a fight. Excited at the idea of proving himself worthy to his father. 

What he had been told and what he knew though were two different questions. 

He knew Red Robin and Nightwing were supposed to be patrolling the docks. 

He knew Jason Todd Aka Red Hood was acting quiet and suspicious and had been for months. 

He knew that Father would be annoyed that the trio of them were meeting. 

What he had been told though was another thing.

He’d been told to keep his head down. 

He’d been told that Red Hood was violent, Damian had already thought otherwise in the guy who made him vegan cookies and sneakily brought them to the manor and set them on Damian’s bed every time. He got along with Todd even if it was in their silent sparing sessions during his rare visits. 

He was totally not jealous to see the very obvious affection he was showing for somebody— some nobody. His father had asked him to watch Jason and then leave and report back, that was all. He was to not engage and while originally the plan had in fact been to just hang out with Jason for the night, things had obviously changed. 

Something felt off about the stranger clad in black. Whispers through the air like a mistake. Something was wrong with that guy, and not just in the fact that he was obviously injured. Something was just off. That also meant he didn’t trust that man around Todd. 

He moved closer keeping an eye on what was going on the slow curling and whisp of ideas floating inside of him. 

The pit calls

It whispered. A familiar feeling when Todd was near, yes. A longing feeling drawing him closer to the man with Lazarus water running through his veins, but it had never called this loud before. He hadn’t even told the others he could tell when he was near the pits of Gotham. The festering bubbling green waters. 

When the stranger left, his feeling of the pit began to die down to the quiet hum of the familiarity of Jason. 

And then it was behind him. 

“You did a pretty good job hiding you know.” 

How was he able to see him… Damian looked back unsheathing his katana pointing it at the stranger who was leaning against the door to the building bright green goggles glowing with that unearthly Lazarus green. 

The man put his hands up stepping out of the shadows. Gently moving to push the katana out of the way as he began to circle Damian, and for the first time in his life. 

Damian felt like prey. 

Like the predator before was watching with a smirk. He gave a gentle smile but Damian noticed the sharp fangs protruding from his mouth as he gave a sinister smile. 

“If you weren’t radiating ectoplasm I wouldn’t have been able to detect you,”he gave a low chuckle that reverberated through Damian’s veins. 

“Who are you?” Katana remaining up as they seemed to circle each other. Damian in a defensive position. 

“Come on, I think the question you’re more curious about is what I am.” 

“Then answer whatever question you wish.” 

“So cold for the young Robin. Red and Nightwing have so much more spunk than you.” 

“I can show you spunk.” He bolted forward at the man who dodged hands behind his back. Dangr. Danger. Danger. It filled his senses no, it consumed them. What the fuck was he. His Lazarus sense was on fire. Blinding. Nauseating.

So when he felt the stranger pulse with the energy of the pits calling upon it from just somewhere he felt overwhelmed dropping to the ground unable to stop himself from puking. He expected the figure to attack him. Kill him in his moment of weakness. 

But no. 

Instead he felt a gentle gloved hand rubbing his back and the figure was crouched next to him rubbing small circles. 

“Shit, sorry kid. I just wanted to fuck with ya’ didn’t think you were that sensitive to me,”he apologized with genuine concern in his voice. “Fuck.” 

He smacked his hand away wiping his mouth breathing heavily. The figure stepping away getting the cue.

“Leave Gotham… you thing.” 

“Thing? Now that’s hurtful.” The man chuckled. “Look. I am sorry for what it means from a stranger. I got to go and I’m sure you do too. I don’t think you want your fellow birdies to find out you were here right?” 

“I don’t follow directions from monsters.” 

“I’m not a monster.” 

“You radiate danger. It’s in your entire being.” 

“I didn’t realize I still radiated that. I didn’t even know those infected could still pick up on me, different breed and all.” 

“Different breed?.” 

A small gentle smile. “Different breed of those infected with that you guys call the pits. I’ll keep away now that I know though, but if I have to fight near you kid. You’ll have to get that sense of yours under control.” 

“I can’t control it.” 

“Yes you can.” 

The man handed him his katana back before backing up again. 

“I’ll stay right here,”The man gave a smile moving to sit down himself. “Close your eyes. Feel where all the energy is.” 

Damian hesitated. Would this be weakness? Was he the enemy? He slowly adjusted to sit like him closing his eyes focusing on the feeling. 

“Imagine it as a bubble. A giant bubble as far as your reach will lead you.” Damian could feel the waters through the man and feel Jason and his movements next door. 

A slow growing toxic green bubble seeming to encompass all he could sense. 

“Good. Now take a deep breath and deep in your chest pull that bubble in with every breath. Slowly. It’ll overwhelm you if you try to reign it in al at once.” 

Damian obliged, what the fuck was he doing. “No. It’s not working you are lying to me.” 

“I’m not lying.” 

“I am not going to listen to someone maddened by the pits far more than Hood.” The man put his hands up again. 

“Then be my guest to faint next time I do more than flare my abilities.” 

“Who are you…” 

“A friendly,mostly.  if you need some help, though Feel free to ask Hood all about who I am.” 

And with a blink of an eye he was gone, and Damian knew he was right. He had to fucking move. He rose with shaky knees. 

His father did not need to know about the powerful entity able to bring him to his knees. Maybe he did? Would the being be able to bring him to his knees too?

No. He would not his weakness. He would not let anyone know what a walking pit of toxic waste that person was. Not until he could determine what exactly could bring him down. For now, all his Father would know was that Jason was going over some of his own investigations details. That is all. He moved positions to readjust himself to look into one of the windows. Only leaving when the sun began to peak over the horizon. 

He was surprised his body handled making it back at all. Ignoring the brief look of concern and comment from Alfred about how pale he looked as the child changed and headed to bed for the few hours of sleep he would obtain. 

He wasn’t going to tell anyone about that. 

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[destinygoldenstar]

Heyo. So I just rewatched the episode ‘Tick Tock’.

Why? I don��t know. I just found the episode in my YouTube recommend today and I like the episode, so why not?

Blah blah blah, it still holds up, it’s still one of the best episodes of the entire series a decade later. It’s gold.

I just wanted to praise a part of this episode that I think is very underrated.

That’s the other ninjas reactions to the reveal. Like we all focus on the reveal itself, understandable, but I don’t think enough people talk about how significant of a reaction this is for the others to have this.

They just found out one of their surrogate brothers is actually a robot. (That’s not a spoiler, you’ve all seen toy sets, and this twist is basically a ‘duh’ now. But back then? With us nostalgic viewers who saw this as kids, we had no clue, man! This was not only such a shock but one of the best handled plot twists I’ve ever seen in a cartoon.)

And yet while they are shocked and unsure how to take it, they almost immediately decide to accept that. They try to make it clear this doesn’t change how they feel about Zane at all.

In any other show that would do something like this, the others would probably go ‘OMG, you’re different from the rest of us. How can we trust you now?!’ And there would be a fight and a storm off and they’d walk away out of confusion over how to feel about their friend anymore. I don’t think that would’ve worked nearly as well even if the lesson was ‘grow to accept it’.

Weirdly enough, they probably would have sims just that if this was revealed a few episodes ago. Particularly Episode 2. That episode was about the ninja finding Zane odd cause not only did he lack the same humor they did, but he also did ‘strange’ things and reactions, one of which got censored in certain versions of that episode. (Don’t go in the fridge, kids)

That episode also ended with the others blaming Zane over the destruction of the Monestary, irrationally mind you, and them apologizing to him for such and promising to try and accept and understand him.

And, well, they’re doing that here. This isn’t a repeat. They had already learned the lesson to accept people wired differently, literally in this case, and they’re applying that here. Little hesitation. Because they care about Zane and his mental health at this moment.

It’s no fight or blowout or storm off or anything. Zane HIMSELF pushes them away because he’s too emotionally distraught to process his whole identity being revealed to be different from the others. And they accept that once it’s made clear and give him some space.

This was the moment that made me truly respect the ninja’s brotherhood. And it’s what made me have so much respect for all of them as characters. Even through the familial jabs, they know when one of them isn’t doing well and accept that to help them.

Whether or not you consider Zane being a robot autistic symbolism, trans symbolism, or whatever, is entirely up to you. But I can say as an autistic person, this resonated with me and made me feel heard. This tells me, more than anything, that it doesn’t matter. People will accept you. And autistic, robot, or not, you’re still a part of the community you deem family. (Take notes, Dhar Mann. This is how you do it.)

Ah, I miss when Zane was a three dimensional character back in the day. I believe the writers have addressed the recent criticisms towards his character and are working towards trying to salvage that to give him depth again. And I am absolutely here for that.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Heyo! I was wondering if I could get headcanons or a drabble of Hannibal lector (mads mikkelson) with an s/o who grew up poor and is anxious about money and one day just starts crying out of gratitude of the money Hannibal is willing to spend on them? Thank you! (Also sorry if this sends twice tumblr is being weird)

I'm a person whose main love language is gift giving and receiving and I also feel so guilty when anyone ever spends any money on me ever so I can totally relate to this. Sorry it's short also.

You're worth it: Hannibal x gn reader

Warnings: None I can think of

Before you met Hannibal you were barely able to make do every month. Most of your money went to rent and bills despite living with roommates and working two jobs. You were constantly exhausted and you never thought you'd be able to live an easy life where money was never an issue. But then you met Hannibal.

You'd been working at a butchers shop for a good few months when you first met Hannibal. He quickly showed interest and you did too. After a good three months of dating and seeing how you were living Hannibal insisted you go to live with him. At first you had to deny but he insisted so you accepted and moved in with him later that week.

Now living with Hannibal you make more than enough money to get by. You were able to leave one of your jobs and Hannibal even helped you get a better paying one. He took care of all of the bills and expenses and wants to spoil you all of the time. He's insisted on many occasions that he's buying you something expensive because you need it.

He quickly filled up your wardrobe with expensive outfits that cost more than your rent and your stomach with delicious foods. The entire time you've been with Hannibal you've insisted that you don't need anything special and that he shouldn't be spending so much money on you. But every time he's said that, "No money on earth is as valuable as you mano meilė (my love)."

The breaking point came when one day Hannibal gave you a gift. A little over a month ago while out shopping you expressed interest a lovely vintage coat that unfortunately was too small on you. Opening the box inside you find an exact replica of that coat but in your size.

"Oh Hannibal," You say with tears forming in your eyes, "Hannibal this is too much I really can't accept this. You've spent too much money on me already really."

"You're my spouse. I want to spoil you and I can. You're worth more to me than any amount of money I could ever have." Those words really start making you cry. You carefully set down the coat and put your head in your hands as you start to cry. Hannibal walks over to you and wraps you in his arms.

"Hannibal," You eventually choke out, "Oh Hannibal I love you so much. Thank you for everything. I really mean that."

"It's nothing at all mano meilė. I'd do anything for you."

[felixsramen]

Heyo I hope your day is going well!

I was wondering if you could do A poly skz and reader staying home and while skz is sleeping, reader wants a drink but accidentally drops the glass and cuts her hand. It obviously wakes the members and she tries to hide it but it goes downhill from there?

Sorry If this is to complicated but thank you!💜

You couldn't sleep. It couldn't have been too late the sun set not even 2 hours ago. Your boyfriends had already came home though. They were all currently asleep right now knowing they had to get up early and get to work.

You sigh as you sit on the couch. They knew you weren't tired but had told you that you shouldn't stay up too late knowing it wasn't healthy.

Your sleep schedule wasn't usually this bad but maybe it's because the stress from work. Or maybe because your thoughts were starting to get to you. The thoughts that maybe you weren't good enough. Maybe the thoughts that they didn't have time for anyone else with their hectic schedule.

You looked at the tv but that doesn't stop the thoughts. Maybe getting some water will clear your head. You get up walking to the sink and reaching in the cabinet grabbing a glass cup. You place it under the faucet and turn it on. You cut the water off and take a gulp of the water. It helps quite a bit.

You lean against the counter nearby. Before you even realize it the glass slips out of your hand and onto the ground. Just your luck. It was loud and you were sure one of your boyfriends heard it if not all of them.

You crouch down picking up the pieces so they don't have to worry about the mess you made. You sigh as you pick up the chunks knowing you could sweep the smaller pieces.

You sigh as you continue picking it up. You hear the room door open followed by footsteps. You must be too focused on the footsteps because you cut your finger on the glass chunk dropping the rest. You stand up silently cursing.

You look up to see your 8 boyfriends staring at you worried. You try your best to bring your hand behind your back without them noticing. You don't think they do as Changbin flicks the light on.

Their eyes find yours and look at the glass that's shattered on the ground. You don't want to worry them more with your bloody finger. They had to be up early and you could figure it out.

"You okay baby?" Jisung asks and you can tell he's still tired. You can tell they all are.

You try your best to smile back but you can feel the pain in your finger. "I'm okay Ji." You say softly. Minho grabs the dust pan nearby and you sigh.

"I can do that. You guys need to be up early. Go back to bed. It's not that big of a deal." You say looking at Minho who just shakes his head.

He sighs as he comes near you and starts sweeping the glass up but notices the droplets of blood. He looks up at you and you look away. "Did you cut yourself on the glass?" He asks concerned.

You shake your head. "No I didn't." You say back. The rest of your boyfriends come up to you as Minho finishes sweeping the glass and throwing it away.

"Let me see your hand." Hyunjin says worriedly. You show him the one that isn't currently pouring out blood.

The boys sigh. "The other one." Felix says and you shake your head.

"It's not that big of a deal." You say to him and you see him pout slightly.

Seungmin grabs your arm gently pulling it from behind your back and you sigh. Your bleeding quite a bit. "Baby." Changbin says softly and you look away feeling slightly guilty.

"It's nothing. I can clean it up real quick. Go back to bed. You guys have work in the morning." You say softly and see I.N. walk off towards the bathroom. Probably to get the medical kit.

Seungmin sighs. "It's not nothing. You cut yourself and you're bleeding quite a bit love." He tells you and you shake your head.

"I'm okay." You say to him and Changbin sighs. "We can go to bed after we get it cleaned." He says and you shake your head.

"Stop." You say and the boys tilt their head in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Chan asks softly bringing a hand to your face to which you move away from.

"Please don't do this." You say tears starting to form.

"Don't do what?" Jisung asks worried.

"This. Act like it's a big deal. It's not." You say biting the inside of your cheek.

Minho sighs. "But it is." He says softly and you shake your head.

"Don't pretend you guys love me okay? I can deal with it. I'm an adult. I don't need your sympathy. Just tell me you don't like me anymore so I can leave." You say the tears now falling. You can feel your hands shaking now.

You can feel someone grabbing you and you breathe in their scent and let them hold you. "Fuck sweetheart. Have we made you feel like that?" Chan asks and you don't respond knowing you'd probably just let out a sob.

"Shit we've been so busy with work. We didn't mean to make you feel unwanted." Changbin says coming beside you and hugging you too.

"I promise you that we still love you." I.N. says softly. Chan pulls away and Hyunjin comes up to you wiping your tears.

"We love you more than anything." Hyunjin says wiping the rest of your tears.

Minho grabs another glass down and fills it up with water. "Here love. Careful. It's okay." He says handing you the glass of water you came in the kitchen for earlier. You take it in your shaking hands while he helps you drink it.

He sets it on the counter. "We need a break. Tell them after tomorrow we need a little bit off." Seungmin says softly to his older boyfriend.

Chan nods. "I'll let them know in the morning. Let's get back to bed okay?" Chan says softly.

You nod as Changbin and Hyunjin never lets go of you. The boys all walk back to the room. The light is on and they help you into the bed.

You sit up against the headboard and Jisung and Hyunjin lean their heads on your shoulders. "We love you." Jisung says trying reiterate that.

"I love you guys too." You say wanting to cry again at the confession.

"Are you going to be okay with us going to work tomorrow?" Chan asks softly holding I.N. in his arms.

"I'm sure one of us can stay." Minho says as he leans against Changbin. "I don't have much I need to do." Seungmin says softly while Felix lays on his lap.

"No. You guys need to be at work. Don't let me stop you guys." You say trying to convince them but you know you hadn't.

"Baby." Felix says intertwining your hand with his. "We want to spend time with you too. If you need one of us you need one of us. Don't let your thoughts get the better of you." Felix says kissing the back of your hand.

"I'd like that. If it's not a problem." You say quietly almost ashamed.

"Of course it's not." Chan says back to you. He leans across placing a kiss on your lips sweetly. "I think we should sleep though. It's getting late. I want all of you to be well rested." He tells you all softly and you all nod.

"Good. I love each and every one of you and I'm sure we all love each other." Chan says going around kissing everyone.

"Now lets get some sleep." He says after. "Yeah. Sleep." Minho says reaching over and turning off the lights as you all get under the blanket.

"We love you." Felix says softly. "I love you all too." You say back.

[simplygyuu]

heyo ! idk if u take reqs or not but can i pls request beomgyu reaction when u fall asleep on another member fluff ? :D

Beomgyu's reaction to you falling asleep on another member

sorry for just getting to this now, but i finally have time to do requests!! also i dont know if this is exactly what youre looking for when asking for a reaction.. it turned into a mini drabble hehe but i hope you still enjoy it!!

genre : fluff and romance!

pairing : beomgyu x gender neutral!reader

warnings : none

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The last thing Beomgyu expected to see when walking into the living room after getting the popcorn for the 'annual bestie movie night' was you knocked out on Yeonjuns shoulder. Kai and Soobin were giggling over it and elbowing each other before pointing at Beomgyu as well.

"Hyung stole your date!" Soobin snorted as he covered his mouth to stay quiet, not wanting to wake you up with his laughter.

"Shut up!" Beomgyu retorted at a whisper, bringing his arm up into a fake punching motion. Taehyun chuckled a bit at the scene as he focused back onto picking something to watch.

Seriously, Beomgyu doesnt know how you fell asleep so quickly. Not even 30 minutes ago you were screaming over Mario Kart! But either way as your boyfriend he would not stand for you sleeping on Yeonjun.

"Hyung, why didnt you keep them awake until I got here. I was only gone for like 10 minutes!" He whined a bit, a glare holding no real malice directed towards Yeonjun as he sat down on your other side.

"Like you wouldn't have given me shit if I woke them up." Yeonjun replied with a playful roll of his eyes, slowly reaching over for some popcorn to keep from jostling you off his shoulder.

".....You make a fair point."

Yeonjun just let out an amused huff instead of laughing, used to Beomgyu's dramatics by now. Then with touch almost as light as a feather, Beomgyu cupped a hand carefully around the side of your head where it rested on Yeonjun. Very slowly, he gently moved your head until it was on his shoulder instead before sticking his tongue out at Yeonjun.

Once he made sure you were settled against his own shoulder, Beomgyu draped an arm over your shoulders. Absentmindedly he played with your shirt while the movie finally started to play, adverting his attention to the screen.

You awoke to the sound of crashing sounding from the TV in front of you, blearily blinking your eyes open as you tried to focus in on the sound. Half asleep all you really thought about was the warmth next to you, it was a bit cold. A small shiver wracked your body before you turned more to the right, snuggling closer into whoever was next to you.

The arm around your shoulders tightened a bit, just a quick squeeze before leaving its place. You could tell you were leaned up against your boyfriend, he had a very signature smell. As someone sensitive to scents it was easy to pinpoint the smell of his laundry detergent and the citrus scent of his cologne. After dating him for so long just the smell of his cologne was an easy way to calm you down and make you feel tired. Everything about Beomgyu radiated comfort.

To you, if Beomgyu was one word it would be comfort. Wether he was being loud and obnoxious or he was being quiet and reserved, he was always comforting. He was always observant of everything, every little thing you did he took note of. You fidgeted a bit too much with your sleeves? He would tap your arm before asking if you were uncomfortable, if you needed fresh air. A piece of clothing held your attention for an extra second too long? He'd make up some excuse to find time to go sneak off and get it for you. It was so, so comforting to know somebody was so in tune with you. Beomgyu was like a big hug after an emotionally draining day. You could always rely on him having your best interest in mind.

Before you could fall deeper into your sudden sappiness over your boyfriend, you felt a soft blanket get draped over your shoulders along with hearing a quiet, "Hyung, I was using that!" from Kai. You smiled a bit at the youngest boys words, feeling a bit bad but also knowing there were many more blankets in the room. Beomgyu probably took his to keep from moving you too much.

"Better?" Beomgyus deep voice then asked, barely above a whisper as the movie drowned out his voice to anyone else. It was nice knowing that only you two were sharing this conversation.

You hummed with a nod towards his question, pulling your legs up to your chest as you fully leaned up against him. Your eyes were still closed, but you felt the way Beomgyu gently shook with a silent chuckle. His hand then found its place around your waist as he rested his head on top of yours.

"You must be tired if you fell asleep on Yeonjun hyung.." Beomgyu spoke and you could almost hear the pout in his voice. "But I digress! Go ahead and go back to sleep, love. I'll carry you back to the bedroom once this is over."

Once again you just managed a soft nod, much too tired to do anything else. Your limbs felt heavy and warm, you were happy to fall right back asleep. The loud TV didn't bother you one bit.

You knew Beomgyu kept his promise of bringing you back to the bedroom the next morning when you woke up in your rightful place in his arms, curled up under the covers together. Good thing you had chosen to put on your pajamas before the movie night started.

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notes ! : aaaa this was fun to write :) im happy to take any requests!

perm. taglist ! : @squiishymeow @beomnioa @jwnghyuns @ddenoudepression @mywonie

[milkycarnations]

heyo! can you do a part two to that masky kinktober thing? like when they actually meet up? tyty!! love ur writing!!

I finally finished it! Hope this isn't too heavy. Thank you for filling my brain with these thoughts, anon. Here's the link to part one for anyone interested in the relationship between masky and the reader in this fic. This one occurs immediately after part one.

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#1 Crush | Masky x afab!reader | 2.3k words

one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: daddy mentions, breeding kink, name-calling, mask kink, home invasion but consensual?, explicit consent, minor fear play, unprotected sex, skipping foreplay

After finishing up the scene, you were exhausted. You used so much energy and passion, you wanted nothing more than to clean up and pass out for the rest of your evening. Rolling your chair back, you stood and stretched. After collecting your things you walked into the bathroom to rinse off the toys you had used. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

You spent a while in there, using soap and water to wash off the dried lube. The pair of panties you had inside you earlier was lying on the counter. You eyed them, recounting everything that had happened during the call. You took them out not too long ago, almost immediately after the scene. It wasn't particularly comfortable to have them shoved inside of you, but the sensation had you craving this man you didn't know. "Themaskedman" really had wanted you to send them to him and you were planning to do so the next day. You could only imagine the things he intended to do with them? Wrap them around his cock and jack off? Put them in his mouth and try to catch a taste of you? Either way, you ached and yearned for him.

He hadn't told you his real name, but you were obsessed with what you did know about him. You thought his cock was gorgeous and his mask was pretty, too. It was oddly soft and feminine, but hidden behind it was a man so depraved and needy - just like you.

You eventually rounded your things up and returned to your bedroom, organizing your toys and redressing into the robe you had cammed in. Flopping onto your bed, you sighed. If only he could have you in person. With that mask, too. He could rough you up without having to pretend over video calls. It had been a long time since you haven't pretended. Turning to your side, you flicked off your bedside light. You supposed now would be the best time to wind down for the day. You wouldn't have to cam again in a while and were excited to spend some time offline.

Your phone lit the front of your face as you laid. Whining, you opened your private DMs with themaskedman. Reading through the old messages excited you. You started mindlessly grinding into nothing. Would it be stupid to be so horny for him? He was paying you well, and you should be getting money out of each interaction with him but for some reason, you felt addicted. You wanted him.

you: so since you're kinda like my sugar daddy, i was curious. what do you do. like for work

You sent the message, body buzzing with anticipation. Surprisingly, he answered rather quickly.

themaskedman: nothing you need to worry your little head over, princess.

People called you pet names all the time: baby, honey, whore, slut, princess even - but from him? This name was special. The way he spoke to you made you feel so light and airy. You recalled the slight rasp in his voice and the slight southern drawl that he seemed to hide from you.

you: if you say so. but... any name i can call you by?

He took longer this time to respond, seemingly considering his answer.

themaskedman: hows masky sound? cute isn't it. unless youd like to call me daddy - since i'm kinda like your sugar daddy.

You huffed, laughing into your pillow.

you: i guess masky works fine ;)

You sat for a moment, thinking of something to say while he responded.

themadskedman: so you couldn't stay away from me huh? i can tell you don't get the attention you deserve. people expect so much from you and don't give anything back

you: im only a little touch starved. care to come by and ravish me?

He took several moments to respond, three dots flashing as he thought of an answer.

themaskedman is typing.

Had you gone too far? Was he put off by your abruptness? You frowned. Oh, how you hoped you hadn't ruined anything. He really was your sugar daddy and you were willing to give him something saccharine in return. You remembered his husky body, chubbier in the stomach with coarse wisps of hair on his thighs. Calloused, working hands that surely hadn't seen a day's rest. Absentmindedly, you rubbed yourself.

themaskedman shared a location.

You froze for a moment, dripping with a mix of fear and excitement. The location he sent you was your own, apartment number and all. You rubbed yourself a little heavier. He probably just found your address online, big whoop. You'd thought you'd been keeping yourself pretty secure, but maybe you were wrong. It was bound to happen.

themaskedman: only if you buzz me in

From the other room, the uncanny sound of the apartment's call box rang. Heart racing and heat dripping, you cautiously stood up from the bed. Heading over to your front door your vision confirmed what you had heard. You hesitantly pressed the button, allowing him access to the building. He was really here.

you: youre actually here?

themaskedman: I told you we'd make it 100 for a playdate.

You shivered as a knock rapt softly at your door. How had he gotten here so quickly? You ended the stream with him about 2 hours ago now. It shouldn't have been possible.

Reaching for the doorknob, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it. You sheepishly peered out. Letting out a gasp, you stepped back a bit. He was taller than you expected and still wore the feminine mask.

"Can I come in? Ravish you?"

You nodded sheepishly, moving out of his way, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together. You realized you were wearing the exact robe he liked. Once he was fully inside, you closed the door behind him. His boots were heavy on your apartment's wooden floors and he quickly worked to unlace them. You took note of his clothes: a heavy tan jacket, roughed-up pants, and a sturdy set of boots. He definitely didn't look like any sort of executive or CEO.

"You really wanna do this?" he asked.

You looked him in the eyes, hidden behind the dark sockets of his mask.

"Yes, I do. I'm sure of it." you said.

"You need it as badly as I crave you, too, right? You can feel it?" he murmured.

He snaked his hand into yours, rubbing his calloused fingers against your pampered ones. Leaning in closer, he nudged his head against yours. Dangerous? With a soft romantic side? You were way more into this than you expected.

"I don't just let any stranger into my house you know," you started.

"Oh? Not exactly strangers anymore. You fucked your pretty ass on camera for me."

"I'm willing to do a lot more than that. I think you're... special."

His hands raised to caress your sides, tracing his fingers up and down your waist.

"How did you find me here?" you asked him.

"I'm obsessed with you." he mumbled behind the mask, "may I?"

Fingers grasped at the strings of your robe.

"Please," you smiled.

Tugging at the straps, the robe shrugged down your shoulders, revealing your bare chest and legs. From behind the mask, his eyes scoured your figure as he hesitantly reached to cusp your breasts. Laughing, you grabbed his hands in yours and guided him, encouraging him to massage and kneed at you. Eventually, his thumbs slid over your nipples, carefully pulling and twisting. You let out a shaky moan.

"You're being so gentle. I thought you were here to ravish me?" you asked.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're so... fragile."

Pulling off the rest of the robe, you led him over to the bed.

"I promise you won't," you said.

You sat down as he took off his coat, followed by his shirt, and his worn-down jeans. He took extra care in stripping off his boxers, revealing his cock to you. He certainly was the same person who had video-called you earlier in the night.

You noticed he hadn't moved to take the mask off, but you weren't going to fight him on it. You liked the secrecy. The scary, mystery that anybody could be behind that mask.

Leaning back onto the bed, you lifted your feet to rest on the mattress, spreading yourself open for him.

"Does it look better in person?" you asked.

"It's everything I imagined and more."

"And how exactly do you intend to "ravish me"?"

He walked up to the mattress, leaning over your body.

"Looking into your eyes." he said.

"Missionary? Wouldn't expect it from a man like you."

"If it means I get to see all of you. You're always doing all the work on your streams. Don't you wanna be a pillow princess just this once?"

You smirked. It did sound nice - letting someone else take control of you.

He turned you around, laying you on your back with your head resting on your pillows. You had already begun physically dripping for him, something you rarely felt yourself do anymore. It was exciting - overwhelming even. He reached to push his fingers inside of you, but you stopped him before he could.

"Please, I just want your cock inside me now. Don't you think we've done enough foreplay? I've already cum tonight, I'm as ready for you as I'll ever be."

The mask tilted to the side as he turned his head.

"If you think you're ready for it..." he said.

Pushing your knees back he looked down at your pussy. You were sure you were red, swollen, and highly sensitive already and the grool dripping from your cunt was likely quite the sight to see. He spent a moment looking at you, wordless, before lining his cock up to your entrance.

He teased his head along your slit. Each time it glided over your clit you practically keened.

"I really can just slip right in, huh? Such a whore just for me."

"Just for you," you moaned along with him.

Pushing himself in, he gripped onto your thighs. He stretched you nicely as he slowly bottomed out.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm inside you. You're dripping,"

"How long - how long have you wanted to be inside me?" you asked, breath shaky.

"I've been watching you for months. I've wanted to be inside you this whole time."

He pulled out before slamming back in.

"Fuck!" you whined, "you've been beating your dick to me for that long?"

He slammed into you again in response and pushed your legs flush to your chest.

"This isn't missionary and more you perv."

"What's it called?" he grunted.

Heat rose to your face. Surely, he knew what it was called if he was such the voyeur he claimed he was.

"Mating press." you mumbled near his ear.

You could've sworn you felt his cock twitch at the words, precum likely leaking inside of you.

"Fuck. Would you let me do that to you? You gonna let me cum inside of you?"

You nodded, unable to speak. His words alone were almost enough to make you cum. He was clueless, needy, and kind of an incel and the dynamic between the two of you was intense.

He let out a strangled noise as he started to pound into you at a proper pace. He was rough and deep and the sound of his balls slamming into you filled the room. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you.

"You feel, so good." tears started to rim your eyes. You couldn't believe this. Your top donor was actually in your apartment, fucking you senseless.

Letting go, you lifted your hands to grasp around his shoulders.

Your fingernails gripped hard into the soft flesh of his back, scratching him up as he needlessly rammed into you. Breathless, you wrapped your legs around his waist one by one and pulled him in closer. Both of you felt him thrust deeper inside of you, each of you moaning in pleasure.

"Please," you begged nearly to tears, "please go harder,"

Though you cammed weekly, often for thousands of viewers each night, you found yourself again at a loss for words. You couldn't express how much you needed him, nor could you find a way to beg for him to fuck you the way you wanted. Either way, he seemed to know exactly what to do.

Quickening his pace, he gripped you harder, hands reaching around to cusp your face.

"Fuck, please make me cum."

He ran his thumb against your cheek before reaching a hand down to your clit. Rubbing in small circles, he continued thrusting into you. The combination was heavenly, and quickly became too much. Your fingers continued to claw at his back as you desperately tried to keep him pulled close to you. Still, he continued to fuck into you at just the perfect pace.

Both of you could tell that you were about to cum. It was present in the way your legs trembled and how you grew quiet as you shoved your face into his shoulder.

"Oh fuck," he said breathlessly, "are you cumming?"

You could barely manage a nod as your pussy clenched around him. After a few seconds, moans drew out of you as you rode your high. His pace quickened and he followed suit, rutting erratically as you squeezed around his cock.

"I'm gonna cum inside you. Gonna fill you up, finally. Such a good slut for me."

The sounds falling out of him were hoarse and needy and only made your cunt ache even more.

"Fuck you're amazing," he said, stopping to rest his head on you with his last thrust.

"Don't you just think we're perfect for each other?" he asked?

[dvskf4llz]

Heyo! i totally forgot to request this (i meant to like 2 months ago but i got shy and back out lmao) would it be okay if i requested a Angel!Skizzleman x gn!reader, where the reader takes skizz on a cute date to celebrate him joining Hermitcraft? - 🕳️ anon

holy moly ofc nonnie this is such a cute idea

Sweet Reunions

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵!𝓜𝓒𝓢𝓴𝓲𝔃𝔃𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓰𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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Summary: In which the reader takes a new fellow hermit on a date to celebrate his arrival to Hermitcraft

Type: Fluffy oneshot

Warnings ⚠: No warnings, just pure fluff <3

Proofread: Nope

The way I write in character ai is slowly showing in my oneshots 🧍 anyways, enjoy this cute little fic, reader!

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For a good while now, you'd been a part of Hermitcraft; Being in about 5 seasons already. Ever since season 10 started, there's been two new Hermits who you were familiar about. Joel and Skizzleman, you were more close with Skizzleman though since you two have always been together since the Life Series. You were definitely ecstatic to hear that your beloved Skizz was joining, you could hardly wait!

The reunion was quite sweet, you two missed each other very dearly despite it being only two months or so. After the whole introduction thing, you two ran off to find a private area so that you could have a proper reunion (no it's not like that.). Sure, you could've done even when the Hermits were around but it would be better if you two were in private so that you could be as cheesy as you wanted to be.

Skizz had been hugging you so tightly with both his arms and his wings, you had to tell him to stop holding you so tightly otherwise you might've started suffocating.

"Sorry, I just missed ya' so much!" Skizz chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head

"You were really going to miss me more if you kept on hugging me so tightly." You joked, giving Skizz a reassuring pat on the back to give off the message saying 'It's okay'. You two then shared some kisses and even more hugs (you can either think of it as something suggestive or not.), you both were practically struggling to pull yourselves away from each other.

Once you two finally had your sweet reunion, you both decided to gather some resources already. The two of you decided to have shared/connected bases so that you two wouldn't have to be far apart, you two stayed together while gathering resources for the most part. But once Skizz had to go somewhere to meet up with another Hermit, you worked fast to set up a date over by a waterfall with a beautiful scenery to celebrate Skizz's arrival to Hermitcraft. You had to use your current resources to build a nice looking picnic, you had a few furnaces around the place so that you could cook some food. Skizz wouldn't be gone for too long so you had to work quick, you were kind of stressing out already because you didn't know how early Skizz would arrive. You hoped luck was on your side right now.

By the time Skizz had already came back, you were thankfully finished setting up the whole picnic. You had gotten rid of the furnaces and different blocks around the place, all you needed to do now was to actually surprise Skizz with it. You simply went up to Skizz and told him that you had a surprise before closing his eyes with your hands, leading him right where the picnic was. Once you took your hands off of Skizz's eyes, he was absolutely in awe since he could already tell that you put a lot of effort in making the picnic seem really nice.

After admiring it for a good six seconds, he'd turn over to you before suddenly lifting you up into the air and spinning you around. You two were both laughing and giggling as he did, you holding onto Skizz so that you wouldn't fall while he did this. Soon enough, he set you back down while you were a bit dizzy from all the spinning. You held onto Skizz for support for a few seconds before shaking your head slightly, your vision going back to normal. You looked at Skizz with a smile, glad that he appreciated your hard work on this cute little picnic

"So, let's get on with this date shall we?" You held your hand out to Skizz, waiting patiently for him to take it so that you could bring him over onto the picnic blanket. He'd chuckle a bit before taking your hand

"We shall!" Skizz spoke with a slightly fancy tone, making you both giggle a bit before you lead him over to the picnic blanket that had several different types of food that you knew he enjoyed. For the whole time, you and Skizz would be catching up mostly; you both would sneak in a bit of flirting though. Skizz was also praising you for making such good food, he was in pure bliss after taking a bite of one of the foods you had made. And after that, you two would just be holding hands while still continuing to talk about stuff.

If you preferred to just listen instead of talk, Skizz would be talking quite a lot about the things he'd been upto after the whole 'Secret Life' thing. If you were the one to be rambling though, Skizz would willingly listen to you with adoration in his eyes. For the rest of day, you two just watched the sunset and stargazed for a bit before finally heading back to your guys' base and cuddled the whole night with Skizz's wings wrapped around the both of you... <3

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Holy moly!!! You reached the end!! Wowerzs‼️

In all seriousness, hope yall enjoyed this short little skizz x reader oneshot :3

This was a bit rushed so not exactly proofread TT

See you guys in the next oneshot! Bye bye for now lovely reader! <3

(p.s, go drink some gosh dang water, eat some food and take care of yourself. Much love as always!!)

[psychopunky]

Deadly Premonition x Reader WIP

Heyo since I can't get the next chapter of Stalk, Drop and Roll out take this. I did it like at the beginning of 2024 so the writing might be bad. Sorry it's not postal. Summery: It's the start of Deadly Premonition but with the reader. All the context need is the reader is York's childhood friend and not a FBI agent. Warning: Animal Death Word Count: 2574

Yet again you found yourself in York's small call. He had his cellphone pressed between his shoulder and ear. He was talking about Tom and Jerry to someone. You sat in the passenger seat with York's laptop on your lap. The official laptop holder with your own laptop bag and backpack between your legs.

Zoned out of York's conversation a while ago. He let out a grumble and tossed his phone into the cup holder. Getting your attention away from the view outside the window. “What's wrong York?” York sighed his hand going out to the laptop in your lap. Slapping at his hand not letting him mess with the laptop. Last thing you needed was more of his distracted driving. “The phone cut out. You think the FBI could spring for a satellite phone.” As York spoke you opened the laptop turning it towards him. Not wanting to see the gruesome crime scene photos.

York glanced at the laptop reaching over to tap a few keys. Your eyes went to the road double checking nothing was wrong. It was raining heavily as the car flew down the road. Another warning about his speed on the tip of your tongue. It would be the hundredth one on this trip.

When he messed with the laptop too long you swatted his hand away. “The road, York.” Fixing him with a glare as you warned him. York chuckled, shaking his head. “You're much too cautious. I've had this car for years and it’s fine.” York pat your thigh to reassure you. Closing the laptop you kept it in your lap. Resting your hands on top of it.

With one hand he pulled out a cigarette pack. He had done his bet to not smoke on this trip knowing your dislike for cigarettes. You weren’t far from Greenville now, probably another ten to fifteen minutes. Figuring you could stand at least one cigarette after this long trip.

Watching York as he held a cigarette in his lips as he pulled out his lighter. He flicked it a few times but it didn’t work. Your heart sank at the thought of your gift finally going out for good. You reached your hand out to take it from him. 

York glanced at the lighter then to your hand finally the road that neither of you were watching. Dropping the lighter suddenly. His hands fly up to the steering wheel. Your own eyes snapped to the road in a panic.

Only catching a glimpse of a man in a red raincoat standing in the middle of the road. York jerked the wheel to one side making the car jerk with it. The seat belt locked keeping you from jerking with the motion. Crashing into the forest lining the road. A sudden dip in the forest floor made your heart stop. York fought with the car as it skidded down hill. Between the heavy rain and the muddy forest floor it was impossible to stop. Uneven ground jostled the car with branches smacking the windows. York’s laptop slipped to the floor as you both got bounced around. “York!” Screaming in a panic as you watched the car skid out of control. York's voice was drowned out by the branches, bushes, rocks and rain all slammed into the car. A tree branch slammed hard into the windshield cracking with a sickening crunch. York grunted as he yanked the steering wheel back and forth. Fighting for control as he guided it through the trees. A tree scraped down the entire passenger side of the car. The ungodly noise of metal being scraped and dented hurt your ears. Looking to York in a panic he was white knuckle gripping the steering wheel. Teeth clenched around the cigarette still in his mouth. York kept jerking the wheel trying to get the car to move. Barley dogging the trees in the way. You could hear the barks engaged as York pressed the brake pedal to the floor. The seatbelt dug into your torso keeping you firmly in place. Every jolt and shake of the car made the belt dig into your shoulder and hips.

Suddenly the trees cleared but only for a split second. A feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit. In the same moment you realize the car was in the air it hit the ground. Squeezing your eye’s shut as the car starts to roll. Slamming into the ground over and over as it rolls across the muddy ground. Glass breaks, things fly and you keep your eyes shut. The crunch of metal with every hit on the ground. It’s over in a moment as the car rolls one last time landing on its roof. Rocking to a stop your heart slammed in your chest. Body trembling as blood rushes to your ears muting all sounds. Trying to breathe causes pain to shoot through your face. Your body screamed for air making your breath come out fast. Soon turning into hyperventilating as adrenaline took hold. The seat belt kept you suspended upside down. Each point where the seat belt met your body was burning. Stabbing pain with each movement your own weight working against you. Keeping your body pinned against the seat belt continues the pain. 

Snapping your eyes open, you looked out the broken windshield. Not able to see out of it due to its shattered state. Looking around the car you quickly noticed York was missing. The driver's seat was empty with the driver's door wide open. York's laptop and phone lay on the ground just outside the door.

“York!?” You scream, hands flying to the seat belt. Your first thought was he got thrown from the car. Your hands were shaking so much that your fingers couldn’t grip the seatbelt. Wedging your hand under the belt going across your chest. Trying to tug it off but it stayed firmly in place. Your head started to spin as blood rushed to it.

Horrible scraping noises filled the small space of the car. The car rocked as the door next to you cracked open. It only moved a few inches before stopping. Looking at the door in horror you yanked on the seatbelt again. Sounds of the surrounding world started to flood your ears again.Heavy rain drowned out almost everything but you heard York. He yelled for you over the rain. Calling back to him the door was pulled again this time giving more. It got about halfway open before York appeared crouching in the small opening.

“Oh thank god.” You mumbled breathing out a sigh of relief. Flinching as the breath that comes out your noise sends another shock of pain through it. Something must have smacked you in the face. Looking to York for help or reassurance.

“Think you can get down?” He started removing his soaked suit jacket. Laying it over the glass covered roof. “Maybe … everything hurts.” Grabbing at the seatbelt you tried to unbuckle it, nothing happened. Giving it a few more tries it appeared to be stuck. York started to reach out when the buckle clicked, releasing you into a sudden drop.

Falling out of the seat onto the ground with a yelp. York's suit jacket keeps glass from imbedding into your face and hands. Laying on the ground the world spins as blood rushes around. There’s no time to recover as York starts to pull you out. His hands grabbed your arms as he pulled you out the door.

Once outside icy rain hits your skin like needles. The sudden jolt of cold snapped you out of the foggy mind set. Scrambling to get to your feet York helps you up fully. Cold nips at your skin right away making you shiver. Looking at the car you are amazed that you're both able to walk away.

Small fires have broken out not only on the car but the surrounding area. The rain keeps the fires from getting out of control. Looking to York you took a few moments to check him over. He looked unharmed for the most part.

Rain already started to soak your clothes leaving you shivering. York’s clothes suck to his body, his hair matted to his head. He leaves you for a moment to retrieve his jacket. Shaking out the glass before returning to your side. Draping the suit jacket over your trembling shoulders. The thick fabric helps to shield you from the rain. Fabric heavy as it soaks up the rain pouring onto it. “Thanks.” Reaching up, pulling the jacket closer around you. York looked at you pausing for a moment before leaning in. His eyes narrow as you both have to blink rapidly to keep water out of your eyes. “You’re bleeding.” He reaches up, swiping a thumb over your upper lip. Flinching at his touch, your face tender from whatever happened. When he pulled his hand back blood coated his fingers but it washes away quickly from the rain. York looked to the side where a small path led away from the crash. “Can you walk?” He asked, looking back at you. Reaching a hand out offering it to you.

Pushing his hand away you nod. “I’ll manage.” York gave you a nod back before he led the way. Trailing behind him a few steps your pace slowed as you felt every inch of your body ache. York stopped looking up and down the trail getting a lay of the land.

“Looks like we are being welcomed.” You could only snort. “I’ll leave the ‘meet and greet’ up to you Zack.” 

Looking at York you adjusted the jacket trying to keep the rain off of you. Slipping your arms into the jacket soaking up the warmth. It hung off your frame weighing heavily on your shoulders. It was dripping water now but the smooth lining kept the rain off your skin.

“I think we should let Zack do all the talking. He’s got a better way with words.” Poking fun at York as you try to shake off the shock of the crash.

York smiled, chuckling a little. “Let’s go, can't keep the good people of Greenville waiting.” York walked ahead. Trailing behind him you glanced around at the thick and dark forest. The rain was constant with no signs of slowing.

Hair stuck to your head and face as water started dripping down off your face. Looking at York’s back as he walks ahead you could see his shirt clinging to his frame. His chest holster was strapped firmly across his chest. His gun poked out from just under his left arm.

Being with York meant any weird thing could happen. Mr. FBI had a habit of getting stuck on the weirdest cases. A sudden noise cut through the air. A cross between a growl and cry of some animal. Speeding up you closed the distance between you and York. Reaching out you touch his back feeling him tense up under your hand.

“What the hell was that?” Glancing behind you as you press close to York. York stopped glancing around before he looked over his shoulder at you. “We are in the woods. I would imagine it's an animal.”

Glaring up at York you shove at his back stepping around him. Walking ahead of him just wanting to get out of the rain. Walking past a rock formation that blocked part of the path. Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Turning to look you saw a dead dog ripped to shreds. Laying on the ground as a mix of blood, mud and rain surrounded it. Letting out an involuntary scream as you backed up from the gore on the ground. York was at your side in an instant, his right hand grabbing at his gun. His eyes landed on the dog and he faltered. Dropping his hand he let out a small ‘oh’ before he relaxed. “Oh? It’s been ripped apart!” Squeaking out as you moved closer to York. Grabbing his arm as you were unable to look away from the sight of the dog's body. Bloody water was being washed away down the path slowly erasing the scene. “Again it's the woods. I suspect a bear or some type of large animal was getting its lunch. After all we are in nature and not the city any more. We are bound to see things like this.” York's logic was sound but it didn’t help you. The crash now being in the woods going in some random direction hoping for salvation. York didn’t pull away from your hold instead he reached up taking your hand. Pulling you away from the scene guiding you down the trail again. Around a bend in the trail you spotted a shack in the distance. A tall chain linked fence stood just past the shed with a door blocking a wooden walkway.

Excitement filled you at the thought of being out of the rain. Letting go of York’s hand you take a few steps forward. York grabbed your hand, stopping you from going further.. “I saw something go inside the shed.” He took a step forward placing himself in front of you.

“Stay behind me.” York spoke in a low voice just above the rain. “Look who's scared of the woods now.” Taking a step back letting him lead you again. Approaching the shed lets you get a better look at it. It's old but solidly built, more than enough to hide from the rain. York led you to the front door making you stand to the side. He opened the door, stepping inside briefly. It only took him a moment to sweep the small shed. He stepped back out, opening the door more gesturing for you to come inside. Ducking inside you sigh as the contest rain pouring onto you finally stops. York shuts the door as you start trying to wipe off the excess water. The shed was two small rooms with the main one filled with shelves. The other room appeared to hold a giant generator. It was a good sign as it meant you two might be in a part. This must be a maintenance shed for the place. Turning to York you open your mouth to speak only to freeze. He was soaked to the bone much like you. Water slid down the contours of his face dripping off his jaw onto his soaked shirt. A white dress shirt that stood no chance against the rain. It clung to his body like a second skin showing off every part of his body. He was not wearing an undershirt letting you get an eyeful of his chest. Without meaning to your eyes rake down his torso. Every patch of his shirt that meet skin was see through.

Holding your breath as your face starts to heat up. It was unfair how good York looked like this. His body was toned, the shirt clinging to it making every dip and curve more defined. You couldn't even bring yourself to do more than glance at his soaked pants.The material clung to his thighs showing the outline of his legs. Tearing your eyes away you look at his face meeting his mismatched eyes. Embarrassment flared up as you prayed he didn’t catch you ogling him. There was no doubt you looked much the same. The only difference was York’s suit jacket hanging off your frame.

[infectedhome]

Heyo!!

A quick question Wally if ya don't mind :3

Can home control Wally like how some others do? If so, how would the infection work for Wally if he was infected? Would it effect home too?

Okiee!! Hope you have a great rest of your day/Night ^w^ Byee

good question! although this would be a really interesting concept, no, it can't!

Infected's Home is different from others in the sense that he isn't a separate character, instead just being something infected by the parasite. it's more animalistic in nature rather than a sapient being, since what's infecting is a —although fictional— natural parasite.

however, to entertain the idea—the closest thing in canon, would be if Wally got infected with the parasite, too. it's a hive mind, after all; all things infected with it share the same conscience, thus ensuring its survival and growth. I wouldn't want to spoil how the story goes, but I will give you a drawing related to this.

What if Wally got infected, too?

TW // body horror, scopophobia, puppet gore. viewer discretion is adviced.

this was originally made for the grimace shake challenge, thus the purple liquid coming out of his mouth.

that designed was based off of this concept sketch I did a while ago, when this idea wasn't even canon: