#let him be silly and cause property damage

[venbetta]

"It would be so cool if he punched a wall or something"

I mean, technically he did that in Ruin, he was just...

... Headless.

And we love him for it

[newkatzkafe2023]

Ok so I'm OBSESSING cause I got the journal 3 book from Gravity Falls!!!

And this came in my head

MONKEYS X BILL CIPHER!READER

Form first met as the triangle and then there human form as

Idk if it's ask yet tho-

Remember Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram BUY GOLD BYE!!!-Bill Cipher

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh he loves your idea of weird and chaos, he met you after you were blown up in Stanley's mind but interesting enough you were just isekai'ed somewhere else and during the journey is when you met him. Ever since then, you made life so much fun for him and you too. It really didn't take long before you both fell in love. With you and your childish Chaotic personality and with him for his carefree and irresponsibility, you often make deals with him to make sure he gets whatever he wants in exchange for favors you have for him. As for those said favors, well, let's just say it's the reason your kind isn't as endangered as it once was😉😉😉

(HIB Wukong) Ok I'm sorry he can just feel just how shady you actually are, even with your charismatic personality and carefree nonsense. Wukong has had a bad feeling about you when you both met but of course you remained calm and patient with him. Heck you even made alot of the things he was made to do alot easier especially in battles and protecting the child as well, you often call pigsy porkchop and make fun of his weight at times but you would get angry if someone else did that. You would also call Luier mini monk and Silly girl monkey baby, endearingly as you consider them your own kids at this point. At least Wukong appreciate that part of you especially when your temper scares away threats.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh nooooooooo no no this is another terrible idea, that guy has no fear factor in his body so your gonna get away with everything you do. Your Concept of weird and chaotic has his heart beating like a damn drum and he's all for it. His eyes would spark with love and astonishment as whatever idea he would present to you, you would be the master of execution and that ended up being your many dates. The downside is he can tell when your lying about a couple of things or lead things our considering it to be the fine print, and you don't like using his personal issues and feelings to get things you want from him. After all he's as unpredictable as you are and it could be potential danger, so you just do what you do best and play the fun-loving Chaotic wife roll.

(MKR Wukong) When you both met for the first time, he wouldn't trust you as far as he can throw you and for a good reason too. Wukong heard that your can be bad news if he was an idiot but you don't nothing but show him respect and help him in his everyday tasks. Although you can feel his rage, and bitterness and major losses and that's when you take this time to suitability manipulate him into doing somethings you always wanted. Not to mention you would play to his resentments and mistreatments he always received from others and that's what makes him a perfect pawn and make deals with you too. Though you do thing twice before double-crossing him because he's not only the monkey king but he's your husband as well and you love him to much to hurt him too.

(Netflix Wukong) My Ohhhhhhhhhh my you would be a god awful influence on him, especially if you both were to get married to each other. You and Lin are his devil and angel Conscience with Lin telling him to be more responsible and calm, while you would hype him up and inflict mayham and pain on his enemies. Wukong would at times lean you for advice on what you think he should do, and that's usually what leads to not only failure our property damage. Like Wukong you can get just as intimidating when you get angry as well as your own demonic features come out along with your deep voice matching Wukong's own wrathful form. At the end of the day he's your darling husband who loves to play games as much as you do😚

(BMW Wukong) Since you are a dream demon, then you must be his dream woman. You are a symbol of complete and other Chaos and it makes him love you even more, you have alot in common that you both don't really care for the Consequences of your actions separately and as a married couple. You both love to do whatever you want together and soon everything becomes a game to the two of you. You would have him wrapped around your finger and your darker personality would have him fall even harder for you. Your both a pair of psychopaths but neither of you would have it any other way😈🥰

(Destined one) My god do you give him a headache....you are always getting into some kind of trouble and up to some kinda mischief as well. You quickly learn that the destined one is not easy to manipulate especially with how harsh and focused he is and can be. So you just kiss up to him a little by helping him with whatever problems he has and you make it easy for him if it gets to tough. Though That doesn't last long because even after all the things you help him with he still wouldn't give you what you want, so you are quick to lash out and yell at him but you don't hurt him Physically only one thing to intimidate him. Though that quickly became your doom, as you were also stupid enough to underestimate him now in one of your deals that silent bastard tricked you into marrying him. Not that you mind but not like your gonna tell him that.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🔼

I also love Bill cipher He's like one of the greatest villains ever🤩

[ohtobearandomftblog]

can i ask some hcs about sting with a m! s/o who’s also a wizard but refuses to join sabertooth because he doesn’t like guilds?

hed poke fun at you every single time you do or say something where itd be easier if you were in a guild

cant find a good quest for rent? well if you had a job board nearby youd find plenty

gotta figure out how to cook/find a place for dinner? well if you had a bar nearby youd get some good filling food

you wanna see sting every single day? well if you joined the guild he could make you and rogue share a position

dont wanna hear about guilds ever again? well if you joined the guild--

makes sure every time he does mention the guild its either just to vent about the latest bout of property damage charges or its a goofy silly mood and tone

you ever say youre sick of hearing of the guild and he wont mention it for at least three months unless there was an emergency

otherwise talks about wanting to murder all his guildmates and you cant tell if hes joking.

every time he talks to you the first thing he says is a stupid pickup line. something about shining brightly from halfway across fiore or something about hearing your heart beat without the hearing lacrima from his apartment

rogue always makes fun of him for saying that shit

depending on what your magic is depends on what he'll say and give for gifts

holder type like lucy (celestial spirit magic) or cana (magic card)? he'll buy you more of the items you need and/or pouches and clothes with big pockets to store em all in

holder type like levy (letter magic) or macbeth (personification magic)? he'll buy you whatever could help you use it easier and maybe some books to help you get ideas

lost type like rustyrose (arc of embodiment) or ultear (arc of time)? probably only get you a lot of books for ideas on what to make or what NOT to do like last ages. do NOT use that or hes gonna drag you to the infirmary and lightly beat on what hurts the least

lost type like a slayer magic? congrats youre basically only gonna get food. either the type that everyone can eat or just your element. if its a type he hasnt tried yet he'll probably take a bit for himself

caster type like the strauss siblings (soul transformations)? he'll help you find things to absorb/take over and then get you gifts based off his favorite ones

caster type like happy (aera) or hibiki (archive)? many books and many potions to help with nausea, migraines, etc. and things that could be useful to increase distance or help offensively/defensively

sometimes will just drag you out on a quest and give you half the reward

never invites you over to his apartment but will let you in if you show up. he doesnt want you to see the mess he and rogue and frosch and lector make

lector sometimes goes out to find you alone and just chills with you the rest of the day

if you ever visit sabertooth sting will be ECSTATIC

he'll also try to make the area around you two very bright. sure rogue cant really see him that well through the shadows but sometimes he doesnt want rogue to see you

finds it hilarious whenever you cover your eyes cause its too bright. he wont ever make it bright enough that it could hurt you but he does make it near unbearable sometimes

sometimes he'll show up and just. grab your legs. if you can get one free then he'll make sure you cant get the other free. good luck dragging him around town he doesnt care if his clothes get dirty

you had to go through Initiation. first through all the dragon slayers, then through rogue alone. since you passed, rogue's taken to staring at you suspiciously every now and then to see if you do something weird. if he finds nothing he'll give you some candy (its typically peppermints)

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While You Were Sleeping

Pairing: Bang Chan x Superhero!Reader (fem)

Summary: You were a fan before you got your powers. You never imagined you'd meet him, let alone be able to help your favourite vlogger/singer/producer.

Warnings: none

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The sand people.

That was the name the public had affectionately given to the group of superheros that had a similar set of powers. But unlike the Star Wars characters that were often looked down upon, the sand people all over the world received high praise. With powers that could simply put a super-villain or terrorist to sleep or in a coma, without causing any damage to city or neighbour's property, it was easy to end up in their good books.

The powers came to you all in different ways. Your story was nothing to make headlines; you were working at the archives in a museum, doing the annual counts in person for the accountants you worked for, when you came across an unmarked box in the corner. Following procedure, you lifted it to find a large yellow jewel instead. You didn't get much of a chance to inspect it, when you touched it, you were later found asleep next to where it had been, with the box nowhere to be seen. You were never able to find that box again afterwards, much to your chagrin. And so you went about your week, not thinking much about it until a friend at work mentioned they couldn't sleep. All it took was a thought from you, and a small amount of sand appeared in your palm and streamed across the room, and your friend was asleep.

That was easily the freakiest day of your life, you had flipped out, vacuumed up the sand in the office, and woken up your coworker before anyone could see what happened. Then you had rushed to the security cams, and wiped the past few minutes before anyone could see. They weren't monitored, and you had been tasked to help set them up, so hopefully you could claim just doing maintenance if anyone asked.

A couple months into testing your powers on people on buses and trains (thinking no one would notice in a place people often fell asleep anyway), you were approached by one of the sand people, and the rest is history.

Being on their team hadn't affected your life too much, the teams costume covered your whole face and included a cape and hood, there weren't any crazy fights, and you were able to still work online at your old job. You had no boyfriend, stayed in touch with your friends, and still watched silly YouTube videos. You avoided teleporting too much as it took a lot of energy out of you.

Besides helping out with hero work, the sand people also ran much sought after sleep clinics, and worked with doctors and researchers on sleep science. So far you had discovered that you needed to be within a kilometer of the person you were focused on, which helped a lot for villans that could turn invisible. With that knowledge, you now knew exactly which street corner you needed to get to in order to help your mum with her insomnia. It had been a hard week for her, you sent a quick good night text to her before driving back home for the night.

You even still kept your JYP bubble app, which you kept secret from everyone you knew. The little messages brought a smile to your face, and it took so long to get enough space for decent replies, you just couldn't bring yourself to delete it.

Scrolling through short videos after you got back home, a bubble notification popped up. Once again, Bang Chan, one of the idols you had on bubble, couldn't sleep. You really wished you could help him, but felt like a bit of a creep to give sleep to those who hadn't asked for it or weren't villains.

Quickly, you checked Twitter for any upcoming events. Surely one time wouldn't hurt, right? He had sent so many messages about not being able to sleep lately. It should seem pretty natural if he finally got one good night's sleep, right? It was the least you could do, for all the free content he provided on his streams that kept you entertained. Mind made up, you stood up, preparing to teleport to Seoul.

Thankfully you had been to Seoul before, and landed softly at Namsan Tower. You had googled where the JYP offices were, but unfamiliar locations often required more energy to teleport to, so you opted for the tower and took a bus from there, payment card in hand from your last trip there.

You really hoped he was texting from his studio there, because you had no idea where the dorms were, and already felt intrusive enough showing up outside his workplace. This was already kind of crossing the self made boundaries you had put in place.

Reaching out and picturing his face, sand collected in your hand and soon streamed out to find its mark. Happy your trip had not been for nothing, you skipped happily down the street before teleporting back home.

You went over your actions once you returned, fretting over if you'd been noticed. You knew the sand was nearly invisible to any security cameras, and going without your costume drew less attention. You didn't need your fellow sand people up in your business about why you were in Seoul.

Feeling good about your (hopefully) good deed, you went to sleep after watching some TV.

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The next morning, a new message showed on your Bubble app.

짜니 : I think I was visited by a sand person??

짜니 : Or one of the kids is pranking me.

짜니 : Probably pranking me lol

Eyes widening you threw your phone to your bed. Then paced the room. Then looked back at your phone. Yep, the messages were still there. It could be blamed on pranking someone, right? You just wouldn't do it again, and everything would be fine.

But not long after, Chan's insomnia and late night messages returned. He raved about how good he slept when he got a "sand visit", and wished he had time for one of their sleep clinics.

You paced the room, trying to figure out a way to get away unnoticed with gifting him some sleep. A small amount of sand, less than a handful, was always found around a targets head. If you could make sure the sleep was deep enough, you should be able to vacuum up the sand before anyone noticed. Unfortunately, a few problems still stood in your way. One, you had no idea where Chan was at any given time, and didn't want to turn to any sasaeng websites to find out, that definitely felt like it crossed a line. Two, you weren't sure how to keep others from hearing the vacuum. If where he was was loud enough to cover the sound of the vacuum, it wouldn't be believable enough for him to fall asleep on his own.

You really wished there was some way to just talk to him, if you could get permission, your conscience would be at ease. But how do you contact someone you don't personally know?

Frustrated, you gave up again and went to bed. Maybe in the morning you could bounce ideas off your best friend, she always had the best solutions.

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Morning came and you felt guilty again seeing the app messages from after you fell asleep.

짜니 : Do you think sand people can make themselves fall asleep?

짜니 : I'm so jealous~~~

Unfortunately, the powers could not be used on yourself, but another sand person could help, if your mind was willing to accept the help. Maybe you could hold an info session with him. No. You still wanted to keep your Para social relationship with the guy a secret.

Determined to figure this out so you could stop thinking about it, you made sure to pick up a sleep clinic shift with one of your local teammates, another sand lady who went by "The Dame".

Waiting for the computer to process the test results, you bounced a few ideas off of her.

"So you want to help someone who has helped you a lot, but they don't know you, and they don't live nearby?"

"Ya, pretty much." You sighed in frustration, unable to have come up with a solution.

"Hmm, what if you did one of those clinic tours some sand people do? You could send him an official invite as a thank-you."

Your eyes brightened as you considered it. "That's perfect! Yes, and, and I could send invites to others too so that he doesn't feel singled out and doesn't get the creeps!"

"Haha, you're always so concerned with the creeps." She shook her head.

"Oh come on, you don't think some random super showing up and messing with your sleep is creepy?"

"I dunno, could be sexy." She wiggled her eyebrows through her mask.

"Uhhhhh, sure. Cause waking up to sand around you is so sexy."

"Could be. Just use your imagination." She grinned like a cat as she rested her head on her laced hands.

You covered your face with your hands. "Ya, my imagination doesn't need any more fuel, thanks. I'm already always imagining how people could get offended over crossing boundaries and consent and all that."

"It's just sleep, not sex. And we only put dangerous villains or medical cases in a coma." She reasoned, crossing her arms.

"Ya, I guess that's true. I'll see if the admins can set up a sleep tour for me, they're always asking for us to do at least one every few years, and I've never done one." You mirrored her crossed arms as you considered the logistics. A quiet moment passed.

"Do you want me to see who else is available?"

You tilted your head as you weighed the options."Nah, I'd like to try on my own, I've already shadowed a couple in the past when I was getting trained."

"Sounds like you've got yourself a plan." She grinned.

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Sounds like a plan, indeed. You stared at the Seoul invite list on your laptop with your hands on your face, going back and forth over whether or not to hit send. The invites would go to their doctors first, and then the doctors would get in touch with the patients. Christopher Bahng's name blinked back at you.

This was the whole reason you were doing the tour, right? Well, you had to do one eventually, so it was like killing two birds with one stone.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, you closed one eye and clicked send.

There.

Now it was off in cyberspace, unable to be retrieved. You let out a breath and headed to the fridge for a drink.

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About a week later, you received the replies of those that could make it. Seeing Bang Chan checked as attending, you couldn't help bouncing up and down. The sleep clinics would run for a week, helping attendees to fix their circadian rhythm by being put to sleep at a set time every night. It made a big impact for many who suffered from insomnia, and you hoped it would help Chan too.

You included a frequently asked questions page as well, including answers to questions like 'Can sand people make themselves fall asleep?'

Later that night, your phone lit up with a new message on your app.

짜니 : No way, was my question seen?

짜니 : Can't be, right? If a super was a stay, I wouldn't be able to believe it.

Well, crap. Maybe that was a slip up on your part, but it could also be easily denied. Plenty of people had asked that question before. You let go of the breath you were holding and breathed deeply to calm down. You could do this, you could help and he will never know the visiting super was a stay.

Right?

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Maybe this was a bad idea. You were supposed to be focused on everyone at the clinic, but your eyes kept coming back to Chan as you went through more Q&A before the first session began, thank God for your full face mask.

Chan was listening attentively, and only took out his phone for a minute once the Q&A had ended.

You phone buzzed before you had a chance to get away from the mic.

"I'm so sorry, I thought I turned that off."

짜니 : Huh, it turns out I was wrong, sand people can't make themselves fall asleep. Gotta make sure I correct myself, not gonna spread misinformation.

You giggled before you realized you were being stared at, with the mic still on a foot away from you.

Clearing your throat, you redirected the attention elsewhere. "If you'll follow the staff to your left, you'll find your sleeping accommodations for this week." You knew the staff were meant to announce directions, but the distraction did its job, and and you let the MC take over the rest of the directions.

You didn't seen Chan staring at you since the giggle you let out, all the way till you exited the conference room.

The research center was set up like a hospital but without the hospital beds. Each room had an arrangement of equipment in the corner, but otherwise the rooms resembled hotel or inn like rooms, with simple beds, many pillows and blankets to choose from, and side tables and chairs. TVs and books were pointedly left out to not give any more extra causes for sleep deprivation.

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A week later found you in the observation chair with Chan to see if the machines showed any changes in his sleep rhythms. It was the last day of the sleep clinic, and notes needed to be made for the next sand super that came into town to do sleep clinic follow ups.

"I like that phrase, sleep rhythm, maybe I'll use it in our groups next song."

You let out a smothered chuckle, a little exasperated. "Mr. Chan-"

"I know, I know, I should be trying to sleep. Not every day you meet a favourite super."

Your face heated and once again you were glad for the mask. "Well, you're one in a million then, we're not usually anyone's favourites, not very flashy." You admitted.

"I wish I could wear a mask more often like you, I think I look a lot better with a face mask. Maybe I could talk to my staff about it. And I thought I asked to just be called Chan?" He teased.

Oh please no, if you didn't nip this in the bud, he might get ideas about covering his pretty face and then you'd be kicking yourself. "If I call you Chan, will you promise not to wear a mask all the time? I think your fans would cry."

He shook his head and changed the subject. "Is there anyway I can have sand visits all the time? This is the most energy I've had in years, it's like life is in HD." He looked up hopefully, eyes sparkling.

Many patients had made the same comment to sand people in the past, but at the prospect of helping Chan more often with his full consent, you thought of an idea.

"I won't be moving here, but I can let you know when I'm in town? I usually come by a couple times a year for personal or super business."

"Really!?" Chan leapt to sitting up in the bed next to your chair.

"Uh-huh. But just like your phone number is confidential, so is mine. And you'll have to save me under a name that's not suspicious." You quickly added.

"Hmmm, 'Sandy' too on the nose?" He grinned.

You laughed back. "Hmm, ya I think so. Any other ideas?"

"I wish I just knew your name. You know my stage name and my real name. Doesn't that bug guy and other supers not have a secret identity?"

"It's true that sand people can loose the mask if they get their PhD, but it's never been on my to do list. And it makes life that much more difficult. You should know, it's not easy to always be recognized everywhere you go. And in my case, the sand people have a few enemies, if they knew who I cared about, those people would be in danger."

"Awwwe, are you saying you care about me? Are you possibly a fan?" He sing-songed.

"What- why would-?" Your voiced came our cracked and squeaky. "Look, I care about a lot of people, that's why I'm not a villain."

"Haha, Fair enough. Well, I'm honoured to have your contact. I will list it under 'sleep doctor abroad' until I think of something better, deal?"

Happy with the outcome beyond what you had hoped for, you agreed "Deal."

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Later while you were almost asleep in your bed, your last night in Seoul before the next city, a message appeared on your Kakao app.

짜니 : HI <sticker>

짜니 : By the way, I forgot to ask, what name did you save me under?👀👀

Sleepyly, you took a screenshot of your screen and sent it.

You stared at the screen for a few seconds while you woke back up, seeing if you would get a reply.

짜니 : Channie?! No way, are you a stay?

Eyes widened as your heart raced, cursing, you were now fully awake. Oh crap. You hadn't even thought of that, you had just copied and pasted his name from the bubble app to your kakao. Unsure of what to do, you tried to play it cool. What could you say to not make it awkward?

You: I like some songs. :)

짜니 : Oh my God, Holy F- Okay, cool, that's cool. What's your favourite song?

You: My first favourite was...

And the conversation carried on back and forth, until you realized the events of the day had made you forget to send the sleep sand to Chan.

You: It's past sleep time! I'm so sorry, sending over the sand now. I can do a follow up visit to make it up to you after my tour is over.

You: That was so unprofessional of me, I'm so sorry.

짜니: Unprofessional means we're friends, right? But I won't say no to another good sleep visit ;)

A winky face?! Oh my God. Was he flirting? Why did he have to make the sleep visits sound like something else? No, it didn't mean anything. Seeing clips of different fan-calls, you knew he did that all the time. Sitting down, you tried to calm down and type your reply.

You: OK, good night. 💤

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You kicked off your slippers, stepped from the hotel shower, and changed into your pajamas for the last night on your tour. The time difference wasn't too bad between Sydney and Seoul, and you had found little messages from Chan on your phone throughout your tour. Thankfully, the tour went from Mongolia down into Australia, so you were usually still in his time zone or close to it.

Before going to sleep, your opened your phone to check for any missed messages. The notification for the bubble app popped up, bringing a smile to your face. So far, you had neither confirmed nor denied to him that you had that app.

짜니: ugggh, can't sleep again.

짜니: Stay, what are you doing?

Remembering you had promised him one more sand visit once your tour ended, you shot him a text on Kakao.

You: I'm done my tour. Are you sleeping ok? Do you need a follow up visit tonight?

짜니: wow, that was fast.

You: what? My tour? Chan, it's been a few months. Felt pretty long to me.

짜니: No, it's just I just messaged stays that I was tired.

짜니: Preeeeetty sure you have bubble, that's too many coincidences 🤔

You giggled in your bed and sat up to text him more. You side stepped admitting you had bubble and changed the subject.

You: Should I land outside the JYP building? I think that will be close enough to send the sand from if you're there.

짜니: Can't you teleport inside? It's cold out, and I'm sure Sydney is nice and warm right now.

You: It's dangerous to teleport inside buildings I'm not familiar with, someone could get hurt. And I'll put a coat on. I didn't say I was in Sydney, are you following my tour updates in Twitter? 👀👀

짜니: Maybe... are you on bubble?

You: Fair enough. I'll be there in a minute, just grabbing my coat.

짜니: where are you teleporting to? The street? The roof?

You: I'll take a look at google street view and aerial view first, the roof next to, less people get scared that way.

Putting on your coat from your visit to Mongolia, you scrounged up the last of your energy to teleport.

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The sound of the streets below filled your ears while you took in your new surroundings. You wish you had the energy to enjoy being in Seoul, but you really needed to rest. You had already expended most of your energy on the last reports for the sleep clinic tour that day and sending sleep sand to a last few clients. Gathering the sand to your hand, you jumped when your phone rang, the sand falling to the ground.

You couldn't believe your eyes, it was Chan calling. Shakily, you looked around and hit the answer button, holding it up to your ear. Was he okay? Was something wrong?

"H-Hello? Chan?"

"You picked up! Awesome! Look across the street!"

Looking up you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Chan jumping up and down at the JYP roof, waving his arm in the air frantically, the other holding his phone to his ear.

"I think it's you who just waved back, but just checking, your not in your costume?" His excited voice rang back.

"Ha, Ya that's me." You stalled, still a little in awe and relived that he was okay. "The costume draws too much attention if I just planned on being in and out."

"Your leaving already?" His voice sounded sad as you saw his hand stop waving and slowly lower. How was he so adorable? It broke your heart.

Your pause left him to fill the silence. "Well at least I know your hair colour now, it looks really pretty, from what I can see over here."

You laughed again into the phone, trying to find the words. Chan was quickly becoming one of your favourite persons to talk to, and you could see yourself quickly falling for him too. You even felt you trusted him enough to let him see you without your costume from far away.

"Chan, I-"

"Don't send the sand just yet. Can we talk for a little more, just like this?"

The emotion in his voice made you want to cry. He used to be just your favourite comfort vlog to watch, but was worming his way further into your heart, and you found it so hard to say no to him, especially when you wanted to spend more time with him too.

"Okay, but just for a little bit, I'm in my pjs and a winter coat."

"Oh! I have some hand warmers! I'm not sure how to get to the roof of that building tho." He looked around to the street below.

"Chan, I'm not wearing my mask."

"Oh..." You weren't sure how to interpret the emotion there. "Um, ya that's OK, I can grab you a face mask too if you're not comfortable with me yet." He sounded a little hurt.

"Hey! I didn't mean it like that, it's just, it's a big step, ok? Only my closest friends know it's me behind the mask."

Silence answered you on the line, and you wondered what you said wrong, how could you make him understand?

"What if I come again another time without the mask? I'm so sorry Chan, it's just teleporting takes a lot out of me and I've already spent most of my energy today." You explained.

"Do you wanna come to my studio and take a nap? Hear a track? Trade a secret for a secret? Only my closest friends hear me making tracks." His voice went higher and higher, sounding hopeful.

You stared in disbelief. Was this really happening? Your little stay heart was jumping up and down at the prospect of hearing a new track from him.

"Ok" Your mouth had already answered before you could really think about it. "But I'd like a mask at first please, at least till we get to the studio." You quickly added. You found reveals were always easier in steps.

You found the alley next to the building and floated down to ground level. Sandies couldn't usually fly, it was almost always more of a controlled fall and some could float. Getting settled, you peeked out of the alley way before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"I'm not looking!" Chan was in front of you, covering his eyes. "Here's a mask for you." You looked to his outstretched arm to find a mask matching the one on his face. It made sense, being so close to the building, he probably got stopped by fans a lot.

"Thank-you." You took it from his hands and put it on. "You can open your eyes now."

Chan let his hand drop from his eyes and stared.

"Oh wow, damn, ok. Sorry, you, you're gorgeous." He looked at you in adoration.

"Chan," You giggled. "You haven't even seen the rest of my face. It could be severely distorted for all you know."

"Nope. Impossible, I can tell even from when you have your mask on that you have a nice jawline and lips." He crossed his arms in triumph.

You crossed your arms too, matching his stance. "Oh really? You've been looking at my lips?" You flirted.

The tips of Chan's ears went red. "Hey, stop that." He said halfheartedly.

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You followed Chan with your eyes as he took to the stairs with a windows facing you, looking for where he stopped so that you could try teleporting and skip the security questions. You appeared behind Chan, and had fun tapping him on the shoulder and scaring him. He took you down the hall to his current studio. Once you settled into a seat near his laptop, you took your mask off. You found in the past that it was like ripping of a band-aid, and much easier if you just got it over with. "Okay, I've revealed my face, time to keep up your end of the deal."

Chan looked over and stared. A smile grew on his face. "See, I told you it's impossible. You're more beautiful than I imagined."

Your face turned beat red. "Hey, you stop that. I know you're used to flirting with stays, but if you keep it up you're going to give me ideas."

Chan grinned back at you and leaned in, even as red covered his cheeks. "And what if I want you to get ideas?"

You stared at him as he stated back at you. You couldn't believe him an shook your head. "Very funny. Actually, no, not funny. Stop playing with my feelings and show me the song."

He paused, looking a little offended, and turned around, apparently letting up to give you some breathing room. You saw his eyes from the side keep glancing back at you as his face stayed turned to the laptop screen. After finding the right file, and listening to make sure it was acceptable, he took the headphones off and put them on your head. The song that played was in English, with only Chan's vocals. It told of a story of a mysterious lady he only ever saw when he couldn't sleep, or in his dreams. There were even a few quotes that you had shared with him as your favourite sayings in your conversations over text. Your eyes teared up at the thought of Chan writing a song for you. You covered your mouth with your hand and tried not to cry, the tiredness of the day and all the excitement and feelings taking over.

Chan turned at the sound of your big sniff, and was alarmed out of his seat. "Hey! Are you ok? I didn't mean to make you cry!" He put his hands on your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, I'm just a mess. It's just pretty overwhelming to have you write a song for me. I didn't think I'd ever even get to meet you, just see you at concerts." You wiped your tears away while he stared in concern, rubbing your arms.

"Aha! So you have been to our concerts. But we'll talk about that later, come here." He drew you into his arms. You hesitated at first, but quickly hugged back. His hugs were better than you imagined through his vlogs.

Once you calmed down, you let out a deep breath and let go. "I'm so sorry, I can go now, I'm such a mess."

"What? No, you need to take a nap, remember?" His puppy dog eyes looked back at you. Your resolve to run away in embarrassment crumbled. He had you wrapped around his little finger and he didn't even know it.

"Okay, but I'm setting a timer on my phone. Just twenty minutes and that will be enough for me to teleport back. And then you're getting sleep sand mister, don't think I forgot." You tried to sound authoritative but it just came out sleepy.

Chan stared back at you chuckling, seeming to debate arguing. "Okay. I'll finish up what I'm doing and then wake you up."

You fell asleep very quickly after that on the couch while Chan tidied up his things from the day at the studio. Before your alarm went off, Chan sat down next you to get a closer look at your face. He tried to memorize it best he could, feeling taking a picture would break your fragile trust that he had finally built up enough to get this far. His phone lit up in his phone, a message from Han, wondering if he Changbin left his phone in the studio. Chan quickly tried to come up with an excuse, saying he was just packing up before the door opened.

Chan stared at Han, feeling he was caught red-handed.

"Umm, this is not what it looks like." Chan tried to explain.

"Really, cause it looks like you let some lady in her pajams sleep in your studio. Is this that girl you've been texting that you won't tell us about?"

"What? I haven't-. Ok. Yes, you're right, but keep your voice down, take the phone and close the door before she wakes up, I'll explain when I get home."

"Ok hyung, you better have a good explanation, this would be a huge scandal."

'I know." His voice let Han know he knew how serious this was for all of them.

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Preview of Part 2:

"She's in a coma."

"I was gonna marry that girl."

"Chan's gonna marry my sister, you know."

"Did you see the headlines?"

[sgt-morgan]

🩸Blood and tears💧

Summary: You’re put in danger, and it dosent sit very well with Matt. Nobody fucks with his Robin. Part of the Robin verse.

Warnings: violence, lots of violence, blood, tears, anxiety attacks, villence against a pregnant woman, no death though I promise. Cannon typical shit. AFAB! And female identifying reader.

A/N: I was put in a really scary situation a couple weeks ago, and this is me working through it. But also, giving myself the comfort and the support I wanted and didn’t receive.

Daredevil Masterlist

No amount of time, energy, or preparation can ever really prepare you for the worst. You go about day to day just living, and then one day, boom. Your face to face with a snarling demon, and nothing to show for it other than some false hopes, and false promises of safety.

Theoretically, you should be one of the safest women in the city. Being the wife of one of New York’s toughest vigilantes has its perks after all, one of them being that you weren’t normally in a lot of danger no matter what it is you were up to. Tonight though, tonight was seemingly the exception.

The offices of Murdock, Nelson, and Page were pulling an all nighter-ish. You’d been at the office working on a case all day, only stoping for you to pick up Jackie and Michael from Daycare (Foggy and Marci’s baby boy, who was fittingly named after his godfather Matthew Michael Murdock). You and the others perused files, evidence, witness statements, and an obscene amount of previous cases, attempting to put together the most intelligent and compelling argument you could manage for a case you didn’t think should be going to court in the first place.

“There is actually zero reason we should be going to court next week.” You sigh, dropping your head to your desk that everyone had crowded around. “Sure, Bucky caused some property damage to that building, but the building manager shouldn’t be letting his super run drugs out of the basement.” You groan, looking at the pictures of the dented steel support beam, and the drugs, and a bank statement from his building superintendent that looked suspiciously like hush money if you did say so yourself. “The only reason the court is entertaining this is because people still have a vendetta against the winter soldier. Property damaged be damned.” You grumble and hims of agreement followed.

“No, I definitely believe you’re right there.” Foggy sighed reaching out to pluck up both kids and set them in his lap. “Marci and Karen should be finishing up with that call soon, so why don’t we take a break and grab dinner, do you wanna go pick up Thai food?” You watched as he quickly placed the order on his phone, pretty sure the website auto populates your usual order now.

“It’s getting dark Robin, I’ll grab it.” Matt sighed, and stood with a wince that he tried to disguise with a stretch… which only really served to make him look like his spine was snapped in twelve places, he had a rough night daredeviling, and your shitty office chairs weren’t exactly helping, you could see it in his hunched shoulders and shuffling steps. You couldn’t have your man hobbling all over the city like that, he looked like he had the back of a civil war veteran who lived through the zombie apocalypse.

“Sit down Batman, you look like you just got the Dark Night Rises treatment.” You scoffed, shoving him back into his chair gently as you could. “Let your Robin handle this one.” You do a silly little salute and flex your bicep, causing Foggy to giggle and Matt to roll his eyes. You kiss the side of Matt’s head, and gather up your things.

He does that head tilt thing you enjoy so much, and you lean down to kiss him on the lips. “Okay Robin, just… be safe.” You squeeze his shoulder, and you turn to the babies, blowing raspberries on their cheeks just to hear them giggle then you’re out the door in a flash.

The walk to the Thai place isn’t a long one, it’s two blocks, approximately a twenty minute maybe thirty minute affair all together. Ten minutes there, possible ten minutes for wait time if needed, ten minutes back. Matt conjured the familiar route in his mind. He passed the coffee shop and the dry cleaners then he hooks a left, the deli, the bodega, and a nail salon and he makes a right. Then it’s a straight shot to the end of the street and he’s at the Thai place. It’s perfectly timed, and factoring in the possibility that they forgot something adding maybe another fifteen to twenty, it should take you at most an hour. Which is why when the hour thirty mark passes, he starts to panic.

“Robin isn’t back yet.” He says, cutting out the chatter of the adults in the room who were taking the time to admire how adorable the kids are.

“It’s probably fine Matty, they probably just forgot something.” Karen shrugs, turning back to Jackie who is showing off her little bingo and muffin toys, while Michael grabs at Foggy’s nose.

“Yeah bud, also gotta factor in the pregnancy bit, she’s gonna be a little slower.” Foggy soothes, and playfully nips at his son’s fingertips.

Matt dosent believe it though, something feels… off. He can’t put a finger on it, but it’s no good. That’s when he realizes, if you were late, you would call. You always call, whether it’s to complain about the walk, or when you think something is taking too long, you always can him so you’re not bored, and he hadn’t heard anything from you. “But if it was just that she would ca-“ his phone starts ringing and announcing your name throughout the room and his shoulders slump in relief.

“See?” Foggy smiles, “Told yah buddy,

Your Robin is a tough cookie, nothing to worry about.”

Matt took a deep breath and picked up the phone, but the voice on the other end made him ridged with terror all over again.

Everything was going fine. You had the Thai food, you had stoped to get a hot chocolate, it was all good in the hood. You were walking back slowly but surely, wondering if you could hold all of your goodies in one hand and call Matt, when you were yanked into a back alley. You let out a yelp and were slammed against a wall, instantly dropping your food and drink in favor of cradling both hands protectively over your stomach.

“Drop the case.” A gruff voice grunted, pointing a gun directly at the center of your forehead. You blanched and stuttered, praying that somewhere out there maybe Matt got worried and your personal hell hound of a vigilante would save you… but you doubted it.

“Wh- what?” Your head whipped to the side and you slumped as the guy bashed you across the head with the butt of his gun.

“Now. I’m not playing, pregnant or not it’s all the same to me, and I want the case dropped, and I want your purse.” You trembled from your place on the ground, ridged with terror. You reached a shaky hand to your temple and felt it coated in blood. Your assailant yanked you by the hair and forced you to look up. His nose and mouth were covered by a black bandanna, he was wearing a black hat with his black hoodie pulled over it. None of his clothing had any particular markers or labels, but his eyes. His eyes were what made your skin crawl they were brown, but not the soft warm brown of your husbands eyes, they were like hardened pools of obsidian, dark, terrifying, and immovable. He smacked you again, bludgeoning your cheek, then he pulled cocked the gun and leveled it squarely between your eyes. “I. Said. Now.”

The next few seconds were a blur, you ripped the bag from your shoulder, handing it to him and as soon as he had it, he grabbed your hair again. He threatened you, you were sure. Some macho, threatening, bullshit, to try and back you down. When he was done, he ran, and you were… immobile.

The first feeling was fear, your body shook, silent tears streaming, your hands covered your mouth as you stared wide eyed at nothing. Complete and utter shock and terror causing your whole body to freeze in place. You feel as if one little wrong move could send you shattering to pieces and it’s such foreign feeling you barely breathe with the weight of it.

The next tidal wave swells and the panic settles in. Your hands flying to your belly in sheer horror. You press gently, tears streaming and your sniffing them back and sobbing and trying to feel something, anything from your baby.

“Mh- Ah- it’s okay! You’re okay!” You talk half stammering and half shrieking trying to calm yourself enough to concentrate on your little bump. “Okay, okay little one, just- kick, move, at this point I don’t give a shit if it’s hiccups jus-“ a tiny kick pressed into your palms and you dissolved once more into heavy, wrenching sobs, half in relief half in terror. “Oh- oh God. Okay!”

Then you were hit with a feeling you didn’t expect. Shame, hot and visceral bouts of shame. Who were you just then, freezing up like that. You’ve been drugged by vampires, you’ve sown up your husbands knife wounds, hell, you have tased Frank Castle for fucks sake, why were you freezing up now. Why didn’t you defend yourself? What the hell is wrong with you? You hated yourself for this reaction. You sat, trembling for god knows how long, just staring blankly at the wall and sobbing silently into your trembling palm while the other rested over your bump. Then you heard a soft ‘thwip!’ and you were in the presence of Spider-Man.

Peter was horrified. He was flipping through the neighborhood when his spider senses started tingling. He ran into the alley and there she was. Robin.

“Peter. Why do you have Robin’s phone?” Matt practically growled down the line, and he could hear the panic in the kids voice.

“R-Robin! Sh-she- I- I found her in an alley! She’s not talking, she’s got a cut on her face a-and a giant bruise! You gotta get here Matt it’s- it’s bad and I’m scared. We’re right by the Thai place.” Peter stuttered and Matt immediately stood and ripped off his tie and shirt revealing his Daredevil suit to those in the room.

“Stay where you are Peter, I’ll be there.” Everyone in the room looked terrified, Marci and Foggy clutched the children and Karen scrambled to call Frank. “Watch the kids, Robin was hurt.” He roared, rocketing out of a window the moment he was changed.

The whole way there Matt was almost numb with fury and terror. What happened to you? Are you hurt? Is the baby? He ran I’ve buildings with blinding speed, back he damned, he would be hurting later, but you were worth it, your safety was worth it. When he finally found you, Spiderman was holding you firmly to his chest, whispering words of comfort as best he could, and trying to help you stop sobbing through his own tears. Matt could smell the fear coming off you both in waves, and he found himself immensely thankful that you were able to consider Peter a friend.

“Oh my Angel,” Matt gasped finally pulling you from Peter and softly feeling at your face with the tips of his fingers to find any possible damage. Your tears only seemed to fall harder when you collapsed into his arms and it was gut wrenching. Nothing was broken, but the heat of the bruises and the acrid tang of your blood was prominent in his nose and mouth, the taste and smell of it in the air making him want to gag. “Shh, it’s okay now. I have you.” Matt curled you into his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your forehead rested against his, and he had one hand fluttering around your lower back and stomach listening gratefully to the two rapids but steady heart beats that thudded under his palm, and the other hand held the back of your neck, massaging in tight circles while he let you cry.

“I- I didn’t- he- he pointed a gun at me! I panicked! I’m so sorry! I couldn’t move! I tried though I did! I was frozen and I was so scared!” You sobbed and stuttered, clutching desperately at any part of Matt you could reach, and he could hear the hysteria in your voice. “He- he took m- my pur- purse! There wa- was court documents in there! He took them! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t- I should have- I’m so scared!” Oh how his heart broke. He could hear the thudding of boots down the alley and from the bull reaction from Peter, he would assume it was more of their friends. From the smell and the pattern of footsteps it was most likely Frank and MoonKnight. “I’m so scared Matt! I didn’t know what to do and I was scared!” You wept then and he could hear the gasps and shocked silence at his back and he didn’t know wether to hate it or be grateful for it. “I was so- I was so scared!”

“Honey- no! Hey! No need to apologize!” You had gripped at your roots, and Matt slowly reached up to unclench your hands from your hair, making you release your fierce grip before you hurt yourself. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You did fine, you protected yourself, you protected the baby. That’s all you needed to do.” His voice broke on his last assurance and you gave a strangled cry in your throat before you started to shake your head again.

“I just let him hurt me, I didn’t fight back I should- I should have fought back. I’m a fighter, but I couldn’t- I.” You started crying again and behind him he heard Frank get low and approach as if he was cornering a wounded and terrified animal, and for all intents and purposes he was.

“Hey sweetheart, look at me.” Frank grumbles low in his chest and waited patiently until your eyes met his. “Nobody here is saying you aren’t strong, that you’re not capable. The only thing we care about right now is that you’re ok. Are you ok? Can you move?” You nodded, unsure but unwilling to admit otherwise. “Hey tiger, I know you wanna say yes, but I’m asking because we gotta move and if you’re hurt and we start gunning like you’re not, we could get caught. So tell the truth now, are you hurt?” Matt sighed and let out a strangled moan when you finally nodded the affirmative. “Okay, okay. So let’s get up, and get to your place, and then we can go about figuring out what to do about whatever son of a fuck did this to you.” Frank stood, and they all followed. Including Matt, who didn’t even think about letting you down. “Okay, I’m gonna take the girl, because I’m the only guy not in Spandex right now.” He reached for you and Matt growled. “Listen to me Red, I wouldn’t let her go either, but you’re in red and gold spandex, and you can’t get a cab, and walking will be too slow. You will get caught and then you would leave her hurt and alone.” They had a stare off and at this point you had half passed out and Moon knight was diligently talking and asking you questions and lightly shaking your shoulder to keep you awake. All the excess stimuli was not helping him calm down but then Jake but in as well.

“Listen amigo, my cab is just around the corner. Frank and I are gonna walk her there, we’re gonna get in, and we’re gonna take her back to your place. We cant risk getting seen or pulled over. So, ¿Qué va a ser?” He looked Matt in the eyes, hard, and eventually he handed you to Frank.

“N-No! Matt!” Frank half you as you tried to struggle and panicked. Matt put his hands on either side of your face and shushed you to try and calm you and ran his hands through your hair.

“Hey! Sh sh sh sh sh! Don’t fight okay? It’s ok Robin. We gotta move careful ok? We gotta be safe. We’re splitting up, because I can’t risk us getting stopped.” He nodded, and you started shaking your head, you’re exhausted, you’re a bit delirious, and you were still terrified. “Hey, hey! You gotta stay calm. You gotta go with them. I’m right behind you. It’s gonna be fine. Go with Frank.” The way his heart shattered when he pried your fingers from his suit was absolute torture and it broke his heart all over again.

Then he was flipping across Hell’s Kitchen, throwing himself from place to place until-

“I warned her off. Banger her up reeeeal nice. She’ll think twice before her little buddies at the office go through with it.” He heard the guy chuckle, “I even got her purse. Had some good eve since in it too. You almost went down man.” He cracked his neck, and waited. Spiderman had the forethought to follow and stop, listening to what he was hearing, and doing one better, pulling out his phone and Matt’s. He dials Frank and starts filming. Once he feels he’s heard enough, heard enough bolstering about the incident, he ends the video, and stands to tell Frank what’s going on, and then he leaves Matt with a nod.

“Do your worst. We’ll see you when you’re done.” With that the kid disappears, and the devil? Well, the devil smells blood.

Matt takes a deep breath and cocks his head to the side. Listening. Three heartbeats, six guns. Two in use four laying around. No back up upstairs. There was coke and weed, two were on their way to drunk, the perp was taking a bump. He still smelled like your perfume. He was sure if he was a shark, his pupils would dilate. Like blood in the water.

He hit the breaker, and when the buzzing stopped, he went in.

“What the fuck? Why is it dark?” Matt took a deep breath, then he attacked. Crony one was a one hit wonder. One good hit to the back of the head, he was out like a light, and he could hear his jaw and nose fracture as he hit the table in front of him on the way down. Guy number two, two hits and he was gone, a bloody eye and lip for all his troubles. Guy number three though? Oh, that was where the game began.

“What the fu-“ Matt kicked him to the ground without a thought, then he drove his fists into his stomach over and over and over, until the man was heaving blood onto the cement.

“Do you feel big?” He growled, his boot grinding into the man’s testicles as he stood above him, hope the guy didn’t want kids. “Hurting that woman, did it solve some shitty little power trip for you?” He spit in the man’s face and the asshole whimpered. “How about now, how’s this feeling?” He kicked the man in the temple, right where the bastard had hit you with the butt of his gun. Then he got low and pummeled him over and over where your other bruise would be until his hands were covered in red. “Well, now you’re fucked.” He growled, snapping the man’s arm. Then blowing out his knee, then busting his nose. “You’re lucky I don’t like to play god, or you’d be meeting your maker a lot sooner than expected.” Once the asshole had passed out, Matt tied all three men to chairs, then called the police. He gave them the location, who was calling, and told them he had escorted you to safety, and where they could find you to interview you. He waited just long enough for the police to show, then he left. These men deserved not one more ounce of his time, you were the only thing that mattered.

When he arrived back home, you had passed out with your daughter on the bed. Claire had apparently looked you over and patched you up, and a cop had already taken your statement. The others were all gathered in his living room. Their faces were pale, and he felt their wide eyed stares like static electricity arcing off his skin. Foggy, Karen, Peter, Jake, and Frank had all just stood silently when he came in and shoved through them, once he saw that you and the baby were safe, he stood and waited for their assessment.

“Hey Red, did you get em?” Frank started, reaching out a hand gently, as if tempering a rabid dog. He nodded stiffly, and when he heard Jake move to the kitchen, his head snapped in his direction and the man paused. “Hey, no enemies here man, just friends. He’s gonna get you a rag, your hands-“ he gave a sardonic chuckle. “They’re dripping blood, and knowing your old lady? Well, as soon as she wakes up and is back in fighting shape, she’ll kick your ass.” His shoulders dropped, and he allowed Frank to pat his shoulder. “There he is, did you get em?” Matt gave another jerking nod, and his laser focus narrowed in on Karen and Foggy.

“Go home, inform the Judge of what happened and get this dropped. Spiderman emailed a video of the perps openly discussing the assault. The case is over.” Foggy nodded and patted him on the back in his way out. Karen nodded, and gave him a hug. She never did mind the blood. Frank gave her a kiss on the head, and assured her he would be home soon. Jake gave him the cloth, then offered to drive Karen and Foggy home. Foggy declined, saying he had drove them here, and Karen took him up on it. He patted Matt’s back, and whispered him an affirmation in Spanish before leaving. Peter told him he would make sure that everything was okay at the office before heading home, then it was just him and Frank.

“Now listen Red, go shower off, take a deep breath, pour yourself a drink, then be prepared for a shitty night of sleep. She’s gonna need you. We will take care of everything else in the morning. Karen and I will come get the kid at 9 for daycare, you focus on her.” Matt hardly heard him, but he knew enough to nod in gratitude before locking up behind Frank.

Then he took his advice. He meticulously scrubbed the blood from his hands, from under his nails, from his face. Then he got out, and he walked and stood by the bed, resting a palm on Jackie’s back and listened to you both breathing, straining his ears for the thump thump thumping of three heart beats, then he checked all of the doors and windows, and drank a glass of whiskey. When he was sufficiently calm again, he picked up Jackie and carefully carried her to bed, staying for a while to listen to her peaceful slumber. Then he heard your heart rate speeding up, and he made it back to your room just in time to catch you as you flailed awake.

“Shh, I’m here Robin, you’re safe, the babies are safe. The guy is gone. He won’t hurt you or anyone else ever again.” He soothed as you began to cry again, and there you sat for a good thirty minutes, clinging to each other until your tears subsided.

“Goddamn Batman,” you finally rasped, feeling all cried out, “That was-“

“Yeah. Yeah it was Robin. But we’re ok. I promise.” Your trembling had slowed, and Matt continued to rub soothing circles into your back and scrunched his hand in your hair and gently scratched your scalp.

“Thanks for getting him Batman.” You sighed, burying your face in Matt’s neck, mm, warm cinnamon and leather. Your favorites.

“Oh Robin, my Angel, for my family? I’d burn the city to the ground.”

You sat in silence with that statement for a second, and while it should have been a little bit frightening, instead your shoulders relaxed, your body calmed, and you felt at peace for the first time in three hours.

“Oh my sweet devil man, for you? I’d burn the world.” Then you sighed, and fell asleep on his chest, and Matt took a deep breath, and smiled.

“I have no doubt of it sweetheart, I have no doubt.”

[darling-answers]

May I please request a Junkrat x Gn reader that is mischievous naturally, starting shit just cause they can just so they can see the shit show of their own creation. Silly silly, thanks for reading! :))

Day Five

Mischief Duo

Side note: This is day 5 I hope you guys enjoy the silly goofy mood I was in while writing this, I still wanted to make this be some fluff and enjoyable while also make it a inconvenience for some agents. Have a good day!

“ Which one of you guys took my perfume bottle and replaced it was fart spray so every time I spray it, this horrid smell comes out that I can’t get off my clothing!”

Giggling was heard down the hallway as a pour agent yelled about there expensive perfume bottle being replaced with fart spray. There been giggling behind a corner down the hallway from where the dorm of the poor agent lived. the sound of clanking of a leg was heard coming closer and closer next to the laughing individual as someone was crouching down near the giggling person.

His Australian accident was evident as he poked at the person when he saw the individual whipping there head around he also let out a giggle his hand comes to lay a hand over his mouth.

“ I heard the lady screaming it was a real treat! I’m surprised though you didn’t decided to go the explosion route it makes life so much better and happier, I mean look at this wonderful creation I made!”

He showed off his latest work proudly. It was a site to behold for someone who was into making explosions. It was a mini explosion that looked like a present. You would give someone that had a ring inside. Looking over at Jameson’s creation a small sigh was let out.

“ that looks amazing Jamison how did you do it? Mine was simple I replaced the fart spray liquid with the high expensive perfume but I still made double room that they could easily find it you know to make it goofy.”

Happily expressing how the creation worked out looking over at Jamison, the study of his work was one of interest. They first met when Junkrat and roadhog were picked up from the new junk city and brought in by Overwatch. As the Null sector crisis kept going on overwatch need to do expand while it wasn’t very promising to invite the two junkers to join overwatch they still accepted everyone and decided to let them in on the promise that they wanna explode the facility or damage any high value property.

Junkrat wasn’t very popular with any of the agents as most of the agents like to stay away from him and fear of something happening to them with his explosive hobbies, but deciding to still introduce themselves since they knew that he probably wouldn’t have anyone else to talk to and feeling guilty about that. It suddenly became a unique bond that was very unexpected for most overwatch agents to come across.

As Jamison tinkers with the new work, he just produced he showed how the insides of it looked. Showing and telling what the design does with interest he lets out a giggle his arms moving a little happily.

“ what I’m going to do is put this in the fridge so the next time someone goes and get there lunch they have to deal with a unfortunate circumstance in there way before they can get the food they so desperately craves! It such a genius idea because that means we both can go into the training room and have fun all we want while they try to solve the other problems that built up isn’t it a great idea!”

He explains the details very thoroughly, when asked about road hog he shrugs and then waves them off, he had a nonchalant response about the reason road hog could not be joining them today with this new prank that they were going to pull and as long as it wasn’t harmful to anyone and no one would get hurt they were allowed to do stuff.

They nodded to Junkrat plan as they started sneakily getting to the cafeteria where everyone lunch box and items would be, making sure that Jack Morrison, Angela Ziegler and Ana Amari were all distracted they made there way to the kitchen. Luckily the three most important members that would easily be able to catch on that they were going to pull something or too distracted so they were easily able to make their plan in motion.

They first started out by switching everyone’s food that they know did not have allergies Angela Ziegler’s food was switched with Hana Song food, Genji and Hanzo food was switched and jack and Ana were switched then they decided to have a little bit more fun by having one of the lunches that were in a brown paper bag place their little explosion device that when it goes off would shoot glitter out onto their food and onto the person itself.

As the bell got closer to the time for lunch, both Jamison and them decided to make their way over to hiding spot where they wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire. Be wrong they saw agents flooding the hallway to get their lunch. Some insulin went to the cafeteria ladies to get their food while others went to the fridge that had all their lunches pack, as she saw the targeted agents come to get their food she saw they’re confused looks as they open their lunchbox to see that the food that they had weren’t their own looking around the cafeteria. They try to spot their food, but could not find it.

The first one to realize that they do not have their food, and their food was which was Genji and Hanzo, which they started arguing about which food was actually there, and which food was better. Angela was actually unaware of the situation as she instantly made her way back to her office not knowing that she had hana lunch while Jamison and them, couldn’t see Angela’s reaction when Angela came back into the cafeteria with a frown and a very slump position, it was very evident she was upset about her food being misplaced. Jack and Morrison gave a very evident sigh as they switched eachother food back as Morrison was grumpy about the situation.

Unexpectedly, though the person with the brown sack of lunch was one of the most famous DJs, which was Lucio no one realize that that was his lunch until after he opened it and got glitter all over his shirt all over his lunch and all over his skin. Leaving him very shimmery as when he stood up all the glitter went into his shoes and all over his skin. He let out a slight laugh as he vibed to the changed in clothing with the glitter adding a certain happiness to his tunes as he had his headphones on. While he was disappointed since these were his favorite outfit he was happy he got to experience the joy of glitter.

Well, Jamison was a little disappointed there wasn’t that much commotion about it. He was happy that they at least got to experience some pleasure and people’s inconveniences. Both of them turned to look at each other as they both clapped their hands together nodding to Eachother knowing today was a success.

“ we are so ready for tomorrow we come back better and even have more fun plans.”

A funny but evil smirk came on their face as they had the perfect idea for tomorrow’s pranks that will be going on. They knew the best prank to pull tomorrow. 

[bigsnzstanacct]

A silly, one-side-of-a-phone-call bit of giant!sneeze dialogue:

“I’ve got to go sneeze, mate; if I don’t, as likely as not I’ll blow all me windows out by tomorrow morning. No, really, I’ve got a really bad… I mean I can hold it til I get there but it’s been long enough mate, another day’d be pushing it too far. Too risky. Well of course you think I can just wait, you wait a bit too long and lose it, you make a mess of some papersl; I let it go at the wrong place and I’m carted off to jail for blowing buildings down! Was fucking stupid of me to even wait as long as I’ve waited but I’ve been so busy and—I really can’t argue about it anymore, okay? Even just talking about it’s just got me all… fuzzy and itchy, alright? And I don’t get to be fuzzy and itchy when I’m out in public with a sneeze as big as what I’ve got! You don’t get it, you… no, it’s true small sneezers never get it, it’s always oh look at Roger isn’t he lucky, he’s got a great big one, everybody think he’s so hot, I can hear him from outside the facility well nobody thinks about the way you’ve got to worry, you’re always holding it in, I swear it itches worse for me than it does for you lot… really, we couldn’t switch noses for an hour, you haven’t got half the control… you’d blow down half the city if you had a sneeze like mine, mate, and the bloody allergies? You’re delusional, mate! If yours was as big as mine, I’d tell them to lock you up right now, I really would, cause you can’t hold back a sneeze for shite and you’re always meddling and messing with people who’ve really got big sneezes and need to hold them back, and honestly I’d like to see you get a taste of your own medicine, really I would, let’s see you hold it back the way I have, you wouldn’t last an hour, property damage calls all over the city, Jamie Owens the one man wrecking crew, that’d be you if you sneezed like I do, that’d be you I swear…”

[ultraericthered]

Anime Update V3 12

From Me To You - Rumors are being spread about Yano and Yoshida, and some about Sawako herself, with the common belief being that Sawako is the one who started them. Yet Sawako is clueless about this and believes that it's just urban legends about her having ghost girl powers circulating again, and when confronted on this by Shino we get a groan-worthy turn of Sawako saying she doesn't think she could call Yano and Yoshida "her friends" right when Yano and Yoshida come along to overhear it, and they get dragged off by that whacked out teacher guy before they can hear the rest of it. So now there's a rift between her and her two gal pals who just earlier in the episode were calling her the "purest bean." And Sawako has reason to worry further 'cause Kazehaya might be next!

Hunter x Hunter - The raid on the palace is still ongoing, Shoot is fighting against Youppi, Killua makes a risky move to protect Ikalgo that separates him from Gon, and Gon sees Netero and Zeno being led elsewhere by Meruem, with Netero seeing Gon too. Incidentally, this is apparently the only time in this arc Gon ever lays eyes on the Ant King. Yeah, they never really meet each other! That is strange!

SHUFFLE! - Nerine relayed a pretty out there tragic backstory about a clone of her named Lycoris that once existed and who was like a twin sister to her before she was stricken by a terminal ailment that made her have to merge with Lycoris and inherit everything that had been part of who Lycoris was, including her singing voice. The only remaining trace of Lycoris is Primula herself, who was her actual sister created in the same process that made her. Asa then randomly collapses at Kaede's house, so Rin goes to see her and Asa tells him some of her own past about her chronic illness and her mother.

The Case Files of Lord El-Melloi II - Saw the first part of the train ride murder mystery that this was inevitably building to and will make up the second half of this series, with Waver taking on Rail Zeppelin, where there's some dealings going on for selling Mystic Eyes at an auction that takes me back to Yorknew City and what the Phantom Troupe was doing in Hunter x Hunter. We meet this rich, politically powerful girl named Olga-Marie, who warns Waver not to interfere with the plans for the auction. Also present are Karabo Frampton of the Holy Church, and Yvette L. Lehrman, Waver's crazy student who crushes on him. Poor Gray suffers from motion sickness throughout the episode, and at one point where she has to go drink at the bar, Waver confides in her that though he plans on bringing back Iskandar, it's likely he'll come back with no memory of him and the bond they share. Elsewhere, Reines has assigned two familiar faces to investigate into who stole Iskandar's mantle from Waver. And then at the very end, a murder is discovered. Let the excitement begin!

KonoSuba - Season 2 picks up where Season 1 left off and I honestly wasn't expecting anything that different from what we got: a truly crazy series of events that saw Kazuma accused of crimes and held responsible for damages his party has caused, locked up in prison, interrogated by Sena and getting mistaken for an agent of the Devil King due to a fluke with her lie detector, and then put on trial where witness testimony is continually damning him, with this Lord Aldarp guy really wanting to see him hang for all the messes he'd made on his property. Kazuma is able to prove his innocence yet Aldarp still wants him convicted, so Darkness has to reveal her family crest and give herself to Aldarp to make him back off, something sure to bite us later on. All's well that end's well, right? Of course not, as knights come in like freaking Repo Men and take all the stuff out of the mansion the party's been staying at. We're back to square one!

Symphogear XV - With the last of the silly, adorable chibi-style OVAs for this season, Symphogear is finally finished. The ride was wild and sometimes bumpy, but well worth it for all the highs this series continually managed to reach with each progressing season it had. I'd overall rank the seasons as: GX > G > SZS1 > XV > AXZ.

Eureka Seven - Gekkostate launched their mission to breach the Military's encampment at the capital and rescue Master Norb. Dewey at first dismisses the attack and has yet to realize that Holland even found a partner for Eureka. As Renton and Eureka go into hiding until the time is right for the Nirvash to make its move, Holland confronts Dewey and we finally get the on-screen confirmation that they're brothers, that they both began as Lifters before joining the army, and worst of all, that Dewey is Talho's ex-boyfriend! Dewey also gives his best soliloquy here, speaking words about deceptive yet persuasive demagoguery to rally ignorant people behind a cause that are still distressingly relevant today. Despite how much Dewey condescends to his brother, Holland is able to get one over on him when the Nirvash comes in and takes off with Norb, making this a success for Gekkostate. But bigger things are only just beginning to take shape...

Gintama - Finished the Yakuza VS Aliens arc with the remaining two episodes, where Shinpachi understandably gets pissed at Gintoki and quits Odd Jobs to go get Kagura back, Kagura and her father are on a spaceship off from Earth when one of Prince Hata's new alien pets breaks loose and becomes a colossal menace that draws in the Shinsengumi as well as Gintoki and Hasegawa to the scene, and Kagura gets to show her father how she's grown as a fighter and what she now uses her strength for, making it clear her potential to outdo him in just about every way. After all the expected high octane action and hilarity of this show, the last act suddenly takes on an incredibly somber and serious tone with Kagura's papa detailing his dark past and the past of the Yato Clan to Gin, and why he felt he could never trust himself nor his daughter to function in a peaceful society. The very end of the episode, of course, is when this mercifully short-lived English dub sabatages it: Kagura's letter to her papa is supposed to be this very sincere, very emotional moment, but Kagura's voice acitng just sucks so much that it takes out all the intended emotion. Had to hear Rie Kugimiya's original performance to get it right. And so Odd Jobs is back together again...again.

AND

Moriarty the Patriot - Finally returned to this show with the three part "A Scandal In The British Empire" arc. It was something, alright. On Sherlock and Watson's end, it begins exactly like Doyle's famous "A Scandal In Bohemia" story, but immediately twists it when we see that the young Bohemian king actually IS Irene Adler, not merely an actress but a master of disguise here! From there we see Sherlock and Irene develop a different sort of relationship that's half cat-and-mouse and half legit friendship, we meet Mycroft Holmes and learn that he's after Irene to get back a stolen letter that, if released to the public, could drive all of Britain into turmoil, and things get even more complicated with the involvement of the now notorious "Lord of Crime", who in actuality is of course the James Moriarty Brothers, with Albert playing the double role of Mycroft's main agent and the "James Moriarty" representing the Lord of Crime to Irene and Sherlock. It's all very fun and endlessly intriguing, but it builds to the biggest absolute bombshells in this series to date. In sucession: a member of the Holmes family, ancestor of Sherlock and Mycroft, was the true identity of the revolutionary Maximilien Robespierre who incited and influenced the French Revolution on Britain's behalf and who died in a Zero Requiem gambit to end all the carnage he'd started. The James Moriarty Brothers knew this and were inspired by it in their own plan to tear down the corrupt aristocracy of Britain, kill all the worst nobles, force the remaining nobles and commonfolk into cooperation and aid to each other in a crisis situation so that co-existence and equality can become easier, help the government and monarchy make reforms so that British society can be remade as a meritocracy that can influence the rest of the world, and ultimately, Liam will have to play the common evil that unites everyone and who has to give his life to the cause's completion in the end. And last but certainly not least, Irene Adler fakes her own death because what she'd wanted all along was to assume a new identity, one that makes the transition from female to male, and as he does so by joining the James Moriarty family in bond, his new name....is James Bond!!

[urdinosaurs]

Hello, I love your hobie x reader where reader is giving a bj, can I have something similar but the reader can fully deep throat him and lick his balls at the same time 🤭 (it's my special move. 🥴) I just wanna know how he'll react, maybe he'll bust early 😝

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ❞ | 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

PROMPT: going to hobie's shows is something you've done for as long as you can remeber. watching him perform on stage with his band never failed to render in a state of awe. only this time your boyfriend meets your heated gaze and decides to do something about it.

WARNINGS: nsfw 18+, exhibition, afab reader, canon divergence, no p in v, blow job, come eating, throat fucking, itty bitty degradation (slut, whore), the reader sucks him off in a dark corner, exhibitionist rockstar!hobie supremacy ♡, 1.6k wc

A/N: ahhhh ily *giggles cutely* this is such a slutty and silly idea fr!!! i tried to do my last fic from hobie's perspective, so now i'm doing it from the readers, so yay me!!!

out of all the ways the night could have ended, this wasn't totally out of the ordinary.

hobie played shows often with his band. who, in all honesty, were just a couple of kids who had the same political beliefs as him and translated them into music to play at any venue that would let them. not that there were many of them left anyways after having many instances of being "disruptive," causing property damage, a few cases of assault, although very justified, ended them up with quite a few permanent bans.

however, tonight was a good night for them: high energy from the audience, lively interactions, tips, and an atmosphere that could pump up your adrenaline until you were drunk on it. you're adrift in the crowd, hands in the air, and your voice lost in the sea of hundreds. you know the lyrics by heart, having heard hobie play these songs more times than you could count, you sing along, your head bumping to the beat. lights flash, and the rhythm vibrates in your chest. it felt good to let loose like this, dance with wreckless abandon in a scene of like-minded people.

through the dancing and singing, the moving bodies and screaming, your attention remains on hobie, in awe of him throughout the show and his expert fingers moving over the cords under the colorful lights blinking on stage. sweat drips off his face, gliding down his skin and trailing under his shirt, worn and ripped in places from so much use. you could never get over how gorgeous he looked in his element. entirely absorbed in the throws of music pulsing through his veins, the audience's energy pushes his body to perform to its absolute limits. fueled by the show's intensity, he takes its thrill like a drug.

it was as you were admiring him that he finally caught your gaze from the crowd. when your eyes meet, a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, accentuating his pearly white canines, his studded tongue flicking over them sensationally as he finishes off the last couple of notes, the song ending in roaring applause. almost as if he could see right through you regarding him hungrily, he subtly adjusts his pants with his boney fingers decked in rings, and it's then you see his distressed jeans tent, begging for attention against strains against the fabric.

gawking, you blink at the bulge in his pants, and his eyes light up with barely contained mischief at your shocked expression. he grabs the water bottle next to the drums, the other members taking a water break as well, an unusual act for most performers, but then again, they weren't like most bands, as clearly shown by hobie's bold display of lust toward you.

he's told you before how much he loves watching you dance at his shows: your face lit up in excitement, and eyes that stare at him like he's someone to be admired. it's a rush, he told you once after a show, cornering you behind the stage so you could squeeze in a quick fuck before he had to meet the rest of his band. despite how his cock twitches in his pants when he watches you, hobie loves it- lives for your engagement that brings heat pulsing through his body like a live wire. so really, it should have been no surprise that he was sporting a hard-on halfway through his own show.

hobie's head tilts back, beads of condensation running across his skin and adam's apple as it bobs. observing him with bated breath, his focus stays on you while he caps the bottle, his band getting ready to play again, but not before he shoots you a wink, lips quirking into a smug smile.

under such a heaty gaze, glinting with the whisps of arousal starting to fill them, it shouldn't have been a surprise to you that you ended up on your knees in a shady corner of the venue, hobie's cock shoved halfway down your throat. he manhandles you in a way that's positively addicting, furiously bullying more of his dick down your crowded windpipe, a groan hitched in his.

"good girl, such a good girl f'me, taking what i give you– fuck," hobie hisses, his choker bobbing deliciously at the nape of his neck, constantly shifting over his sweaty skin from the throaty moans spilling out without respite. your jaw is sore from going down on him for so long that drool drips down your chin.

he graciously swipes away the spit with his hand, and instead of placing it back on your head, he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on your saliva. his eyes roll into his skull pleasurably at the taste. the moan of satisfaction he relinquishes is muffled, and you can't help but gape at him, stunned by how a simple action can make your core ache so badly.

at this point, all you crave is his release, so you can get yours. selfish, yes, but you're sure your panties are sticking to your skin, soaked in your juices, and the utter desire for something other than the heel of your foot rubbing against your clit is almost unbearable. you trace the veins of his cock with your tongue, fully committed to speeding up his building climax with your newfound goal in mind. the hitch in his throat is distinct, his fist tightening over your hair for leverage while his dick twitches.

"that's a girl. fuckin' minx with that mouth, yeah?" his breathing grows more labored, and the chatter filtering into the corner you've secluded yourself from the rest of the pub has become background noise.

"finna fill you up early if you don't slow down, baby." his head hits the wall behind him, hips bucking into your mouth, and your vision burns with unshed tears. "but that's what a slut like you wants, innit?"

you clench around nothing, whining into his cock as you double your efforts, fueled by his dirty words. he thrusts down your throat, your jaw stretching wide to take him as far as possible. he guides your head, using it to bring himself closer to the edge. his grunts are escaping them faster than he can think to muffle them.

each sensation is multiplied by the feel of his fat tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, and you fight the urge not to gag. he's becoming more desperate by the second to cum, and despite the rough force he's using to shove your head to the base of his shaft, he's unable to fall into the oblivion of his orgasm. you can tell he's struggling and growing frustrated by the pathetic whines replacing his grunts, and before you can think about your actions, your tongue extends and glides over his balls in one swift motion.

he moans loudly, his back arching and his breath stuttering in a scene you can only describe as pornographic. slurred cries serve as your only warning before his body convulses, and he's shoving your face into his pelvic bone, your nose smashing into his pubic hair. his legs shake just as hot spurts of cum rapidly fill your mouth. you desperately gulp down what you can, but it's more than you're used to, and it dribbles out of the corner of your mouth.

when he finishes and his hand loosens, you tear yourself off, coughing and straining to catch your breath. each scratchy inhale is a reminder of your raw and well-used throat and the pounding it took. you message it, moving your sore jaw around while hobie comes down, slumped against the wall. now that the high is wearing down, your knees throb. not too bad, thanks to hobie's jacket underneath them, but it's enough to where your body is going to hurt the next day. the rest of your legs are sticky from who knows what on the floor, and your shirt sticks to your body, your thighs uncomfortably wet from your neglected pussy.

but despite all that, you look up at him with that glazed expression you know he loves, and he meets it, brown eyes practically black with lust as they flicker over your features. a gentle hand caresses your face admirably, the callouses from the guitar creating a pleasant contrast against your smooth skin. you lean into his hand, longing for the reassurance only he can offer.

"missed a spot." hobie mumbles, thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth to catch the droplets of cum that had spilled. he brings his thumb to your lips, and instinctively they part, expecting him to push the digit in, but instead, he presses his finger to your lips. carefully he smears his cum across them in a mindful motion, like he was applying lip gloss, leaving a thin residue of his seed behind. hobie leans back to take a look, a satisfied chuckle vibrating through his chest. he pats your cheek, his pupils gleaming with amusement and a devilish smirk pulling his lip piercing taut.

i hate the beginning and i've tried to rewrite it a hundred times and it's still bad, but atleast the smut's decent. honestly im a little ashamed to post this. tumblr…please…for the love of god, don't flag this

"now you look like a proper whore, aye?"

TAGLIST: @alicefallsintotherabbithole

[angstfactory]

"I can only imagine what I give off," Jesse remarked on a moody chuckle, though didn't bother enquire further as to her thoughts on the matter. As he said, he could imagine. Most people looked at him and thought specific things -- it wasn't hard to see what kind of things -- and Kara, being a detective that likely dealt with any number of guys like him on the daily... Well, Jesse didn't need the reminder of his shit character tonight. Especially after she made such a stink about him cheating somehow at cards. Absolutely true, sure, but Jesse assumed it was because the woman already saw him in said such specific way, that her only recourse was to believe the worst in him first. That's just how things went with folks.

Now, Jesse might be a completely unserious jackass even in the worst of times, but he wasn't an idiot. He was actually fairly perceptive of others and had good read on most situations, especially for common sense. Whether he heeded it or not, was another matter. Still-- the man could practically feel the shift in tone and the metaphorical distancing from him. Ah, maybe he triggered something. Or maybe he'd just put his foot in it. Probably both? Either way, the woman came off a bit frostier all of a sudden and Jesse stepped off as result, to give some space and respect the fact she obviously wasn't in the mood to be teased and hit on by him. Fair enough, then. Bit embarrassing to get egg on his face, yeah, but nothing he planned to cause a scene over. It wasn't the first time he got shut out, wouldn't be the last.

"All I'm sayin'," the man picked up his drink, "is that they're just dumb silly names that don't mean anything more than an icebreaker. They ain't even all sex-themed, anyway." Jesse was definitely one of those people whose mood was affected by those around him-- usually. He often matched energy and vibes. And that was probably why he felt off and uncomfortable now -- stupid, even. He'd been teasing her, though possibly went too far on it. Was it that outside the realm that he was even a little bit right, however, that she did hide behind sarcasm and a gun? Miss Congeniality over here, seriously. "People come to bars to hook up. They come to forget shit. They come to try n' relax. They come to just have some fun n' celebrate." This seemed pretty on par with them, didn't it? Their interactions were usually hit or miss-- hell, the first they met was with him behind a cell. In the drunk tank, more specifically, after causing a massive disruption and some property damage. And even though they were probably two entirely different worlds that didn't quite make sense when they let the particulars fall away, he thought she was a pretty cool person. Tough, too. What wasn't to like there?

Yet Jesse hadn't found someone that didn't leave him with an inkling that he didn't quite belong there. That could be his own doing, though. If there was question to the change in Kara, it became underlined, bolded, and asterisked as she called the bartender over to close out her tab. Welp. He got that message loud and clear. Jesse wasn't really in the mood to finish this drink anymore, but he did-- and quickly, too. The man downed it in several thick gulps before he sat the glass back down so carefully, it didn't even make a sound. "It's not," he confirmed, with a shrug. "If you got questions, then ask. Do you. Just sayin', sometimes the answers you'll find will be disappointin'."

Jesse suddenly faced the woman with a grin that didn't quite reach the eyes anymore, giving her his classic finger-guns as he backed up. "Thanks for the drink, partner. Next time, I expect better return on my winnin's, though. One drink? That's poor sportsmanship." The man plucked up the dark stetson he'd left back at their table, and pocketed the deck of cards within his jacket, seeing himself out. A walk home from here? Well, it'd take a while but it sounded pretty decent right about then.

"Don't twist my words, I'd never suggest you should be ashamed of it. I just said I was surprised. You don't give off 'big softy' by default." She shook her head, folding her arms across the bar and studying the drinks as they were served, her lips pressing together when he suggested she was - what, a prude for thinking the naming conventions were weird? That she didn't have fun herself, or something? His commentary was actually a bit offensive.

"Alright, Cowen. Maybe you need to get your ears checked. I didn't say there was anything wrong with sex, nor that I don't get any. But I appreciate hearing your true thoughts about me." She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of the drink that she claimed for herself, tracing her fingers in the condensation that was already forming on the glass. As if it was any of his business, anyway. "If you think acting like I'm prude or don't get out enough or something is going to earn you brownie points, then you're sorely mistaken. Please. Keep it in your pants no matter what."

"What can I say, I'm a curious person," she murmured, waving over the bartender once more to hand them a card and close out her tab for the night. "I don't think that's such a bad thing."

[starrycassi]

I was talking with a friend about buying earrings, then the conversation went to our poor money management, and then;

Neil as an

✨ accountant ✨

Idk if for the foxes OR the raven

Let's do ravens first because I clearly have a serious favoritism over Raven!Neil out of all aus

Yes this could be serious HOWEVER I feel like doing silly little things

Kevin "Oh yeah ! My skin in naturally like this, I guess that all that exercise really keeps the acne away" Day vs Neil "I'm the one that has to order your five-step skin care rutin with like ten fucking different products just shut up already "

Neil is the one in charge of the diet. As a punishment, he gets the ravens a lot of fast food

"Oh you want to be the best? Well, play with sugar induced energy and nothing but that this week. YES SANDOVAL THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR POOR PERFORMANCE. EVERYONE FUCKING CLAP AT HER"

He's a player too but no one is quite sure of how's captain, either him or riko

Riko "we are engaging in a all sea food diet this month to experiment with omega 3 and-"

Neil "No, we aren't. If you do that the only thing we'll be experimenting is a shortage on the amount of money the little lord allows to use in food and I am SO not about to start balancing everything out AGAIN. You can stick to the normal food and have sushi like at weekends"

Neil is also the accountant of his father's business so he's quite important for Ichiro, yk

What I'm saying is: Ichiro and Neil brother-ish relationship is everything I do because I love THEM.

Ichiro calls Neil like one day after Riko turned sixteen and goes "Do we have enough money to buy him a car?"

Of fucking course they do but Ichiro enjoys putting the boys against each other because life is hard kiddos.

Neil sighs very loudly and answers "We can afford the car. What we can't afford is having him crash it around time and time again so he first needs driving lessons"

Riko's right there the whole conversation.

So basically, Riko and Neil have the same power but not the same "assignments"

Because Neil can be a fucking figth-starter but he's also really good at maths

Riko is crazy. Plainly and simple (no it's not so simple I want to analize him around like a piece of broken glass)

Jean "Nat, I need new clothes for the upcoming banquet"

Neil "No the fuck you don't. You need some sewing classes and that's all"

He's so done half the time

"KEVIN AND DEREK, STOP SLAMMING EACH OTHER AGAINST THE WALL IN THIS INSTANT. YOU HAVE BIG DICK'S WE GET IT. THOSE HELMETS ARE NEW. IF YOU WANT TO DO THAT, TAKE THE FUCKING HELMET OF AND KILL EACH OTHER ALREADY I'LL BE CHEAPER TO FIND TWO NEW PLAYERS THAN TWO NEW HELMETS BIG ENOUGH TO FIT INTO THOSE HEAD OF YOURS"

"... we're going to stop right now—"

Neil, very late at night, broke into Kevin and Riko's room with a coffee on hands: "Riko. Riko, I don't care about your bullshit. No, look at my face, do I look like I give a fuck? 'cause I don't. Stop fucking torturing the god-damn players. The medical bill is almost as high as the other ones fucking mixed. I understand you have some weird fetishes and such but keep them out of the fucking court"

Riko, still half asleep: "It's about showing power, ownership, punishment, it's about control and-"

Neil, now wishing he was dead: "I'm sure your brother will be happy knowing that you're damaging the property of the Main Branch because you want to get a boner. Find some good porn and stop making this so weird. Good night Kevin, I hope you have some good earphones

Neil, 3 am, should be asleep but Jean is having a moment ™ because of his claustrophobia: "Ichiro this is ridiculous. We are not going to paint everything black AGAIN. It makes us need more AC money because it's so fucking hot in here. It's also such a weird color to find and so fucking pricey and for WHAT? it makes no sense to have it everywhere. It looks good on a suit not in the whole fucking room"

Ichiro, 3:30 am, should be asleep but his little brother is having a moment ™ of ranting because of some stupid color: "But do you understand that I don't even care about that? Talk with Kengo or something. Don't call me at this hours again unless someone is dying or I'll cut your throat open"

The idea is just so funny to me

"Nat, can we have for dinner some-" "Absolutely not. I don't know what you want but no. I refuse to. I saw your credit card score last month. So many lube and condoms, now go eat that shit if you're so hungry.

"Nat there's a man with a gun searching for u in the university saying that he's your faithful servant" "...shit, I confused my address and my dad's again"

"Why are there so many different dresses in my doorstep on a box, Junior?" "Why are there so many different knives on a package for you, nat?" "I really need to get better with addresses"

[sunflower1experiment]

CW // emotional distress

“Oh- how do you know my name!? Are you the dark knight or something?” The red head gave a small head shake, “Just doing my job, please get to safety Mz - oh and I usually see your kart…|Name| ‘s sweet treats. Very nice.” They let out a soft chuckle.

“Ye-Yea I usually sell them to the knights and the people: your tavern is very nice- never expected a rich man to speak to a traveling merchant haha!” They gave a small chuckle before she dusts herself off, “I’ll be on my way it was nice meeting you Diluc.”

“Hey!” Giving him one last glance he speaks, “You’re my eyes and ears…just know I’ll always need you.” Those words, warmed their heart.

As they got ready, they cleaned their home and looked out. Watching their little siblings, ages twelve and fourteen, little rascals…but then their eyes land on some hoarders. “Ah Ah! No we already went through this! We will not be buying or taking any loans!”

“This ain’t about any loans, we just wanted some treats.”

“That’ll be 20 Mora each.” They glance at one another, “Ya see, we aren’t buying..” silence. The merchant makes a ‘tsk’ noise at the siblings causing them to run inside. Soon they carefully put their hookshots on, “Alright how will this end.” A book levitates to their side.

Without warning a hook shot past them the feeling plantation wraps around them, they hop up then push off a tree before stabbing another down to hang the first treasure hoarder. The same action was repeated onto the others until (Y/N) was out of hookshots, padding their dress pants with a huff they head back inside.

They didn’t realize the true intention until their land owner walked by, “Oh sir! Your payment.” The male held a scowling look for a moment before he changed it to a polite nod. With that he left but before he says, “I need you to pay 2,000 extra Mora. For damaging property.”

“Sir these hoarders were harassing me.” The man ignores them, a light grumble escapes as they head back out. Their mind wanders to Diluc, “Such a nice fellow…”

Diluc looks outside, would it be of his connivence to go out for a walk? No…but he did nonetheless: his mind was wandering to that merchant. They seemed so nice but their eyes looked tired and bloodshot, maybe…just maybe.

“Sir- SIR!” He turns, “Yes?”

“There’s someone laying in the field, they keep coughing blood and they’re asking for an herb- I wasn’t sure but please we need you!”

He ran over, his eyes wide as he meets the victim. “|NAME|!” They shake lightly as blood drops down from their nose and they lay against the ground, “Diluc- um…I’m so tired I- I need to see my siblings and..”

Water floods their eyes, “Why does he keep sending the hoarders after us…I didn’t do anything wrong- I just want to care for my precious siblings…it hurts so much.” He hugs |Name| close. “Have my claymore ready.”

Later on the male heads out, sword in sheath and his body seething with rage after he did research on this landlord. He kneels down to see the siblings and smiled a little when they both studied him curiously then the two follow him back home. “Excuse me- sir a renter lives here with their…siblings why are you taking them exactly? I could trade, I’ve always wanted a little servant.” Diluc’s eyes darken.

Before the landlord knew it the man had their items and belongings and that house was on fire.

Once he came back he sighs. “I’ll have them live here for now…as for you kids.” They both scramble off to find their older sibling. “Heh..The future is in good hands.”

“|Name| |Name!| a fire man rescued us! And the best part is, he has a thing for you. Marry him and we can eat some more sweets ya goofy!” They laugh at their little brother while the sister nods, “He’s right.”

|Name| lays back down, “You two are so silly.” They then look at Diluc who stared back then blushed when the merchant made a little heart sign at him. Maybe they could try…who knows

[heytheredeann]

WELL who am I to say no if you are going to add some good angst under my post pfffffft

I agree that Napoleon would avoid dwelling on their answers, because he doesn't want to examine why he asked the questions in the first place either, and ngl I am a BIG fan of situations like this, when a silly conversation comes back to haunt them

And the fact that Napoleon is truly realizing that his partners might just care about him as much as he cares about the two of them right when he's about to lose one of them? PERFECT

I think that in this situation Napoleon would just shut down and choose solely based on logic. Just do, just pick, deal with the fallout later (because losing both of them is unthinkable and he's always been good at doing what he must to survive - so if he has to shut himself down and just pick he will).

So, if it's a messy situation where he can save one of them but can't save both, but one of them is EASIER to save (on a practical level I mean), therefore if he picks that partner he is pretty much guaranteed to succeed (whereas if he picks the other partner he might fail and lose them both), then he's going to make the most practical choice.

If it's a classic "well pick one or I'm shooting both of them" situation, I think he might still try to reason his way out of it, like "I'm picking Illya because if they don't let us go he is better at fighting his way out" or "I'm picking Gaby because Illya is injured and he might die on the way anyway", etc.

Just forcing himself to think of the facts and shut out anything else, because emotionally there is no way that he's going to be able to choose.

And the fallout would be SUCH a mess, so much guilt and anger to go around, no matter which one he saves. Gaby would be FURIOUS at him, at least until he throws back in her face that he is the asshole in the worst position, what would SHE have done in his place (she's still furious after that, but the guilt underneath starts coming up, and she does feel bad for taking it out on him). Illya would probably go straight to drowning in survivor's guilt, and he too would be so mad at Napoleon for choosing wrong, but like. can't take it out on the only partner he has left, and he does understand that he was in an impossible position (though he resents Napoleon for being able to pick in the first place, because he knows that he wouldn't have been able to, if it had been between Napoleon and Gaby, so... why did he? Why was Gaby worth less? His anger is smothered and probably comes out in random explosions, but it's still there).

AND THEY LIVED UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER, SORRY

But on a less serious note:

#i wonder how waverly would react if napoleon came to him and was like:#'if you had to let gaby illya or me die who would you choose?'

I think Waverly would stare at him blankly and deadpan: "I'd save the two that managed to cause the least amount of property damage during your last ten missions."

Because he's a tired handler and a little shit LOOOL

Napoleon, who deep down is very insecure, being pretty tipsy and deciding that he wants to get himself hurt by the answer, decides to ask drunk Gaby which one of them (him or Illya), if forced to pick, she would let get killed

Gaby stares at him for a full minute, then proceeds to bite him. Napoleon isn't sure if that means she didn't like the question, or if it was a "I'm going to kill you of my own free will", or if she wasn't listening at all, but he finds it strangely comforting anyway.

Of course, once he manages to get his hands on drunk Illya too, he asks him the same question, who would he choose, him or Gaby?

Illya looks between the two of them a few times, eyes wide, and then he bursts out crying.

Napoleon has regrets. Gaby is probably going to kill him for real now. RIP.

[snowdice]

Best Laid Plans (Part 4/8: Bird’s Nest) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships:  Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Roman, Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Virgil, Roman

Appear: Logan, Patton

Mentioned: Remy, Emile, Janus, Remus

Summary:

Virgil (now) Sanders was once a villain vigilante kid down on his luck. After being injured helping the superhero Bluebird, he ended up being adopted by him and his husband. Logan and Patton Sanders helped Virgil in ways he didn’t even know he needed. Since then, he’s put away his persona of Shadow Caster, the strange, hard to label, super who haunted the city for a few years. Instead he’s opted for being a normal teenager and university student.

But while Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things who he had been, he never had. And when worst comes to worst, Virgil will be willing to reach for a mask once again despite his fathers’ wishes and expectations.

Sometimes even the best laid plans fail.

Thanks to @bilgisticallykosher, @kiapet2, and ASmallForest (on discord) for being betas!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Where are we going exactly?” Prince asked. Virgil had been forced to change course when Prince had agreed to join him. He’d been planning to just go home and use the front door to get to Logan’s secret underground base, but that wasn’t an option with the masked hero following him around. Instead, he was going to have to use one of Logan’s many secret entrances.

He’d been surprised, actually, at how easy Prince had been to convince. He had always been a stubborn bastard with a flair for the dramatics and was unrelenting in his ‘moral code.’ Said moral code boiled down to him thinking anyone on the scene who wasn’t a superhero should go to jail no matter what regardless of the circumstances.

…

Well, there also was another part of his moral code that went towards not using more force than necessary to fight people. It was something that the public had noticed about him when he’d caused less property damage than Bluebird in fights. It was something that Logan had noticed about him when he’d noted that Prince hadn’t killed any villains, even on accident (especially on accident). It was something Virgil had noticed when he’d fought him all those years ago and hadn’t immediately been crushed to death.

That was one of the reasons he thought he could trust Prince with this. He talked a big game about all vigilantes going to jail, but he always seemed to be able to put those views aside when there was something more important at stake. Plus, Logan trusted him, and the moment Virgil had mentioned Bluebird was missing and his allies couldn’t contact him, he’d clearly been ready to join up with Virgil. Virgil wasn’t his biggest fan, but he could put aside his dislike for the hero, too.

“We’re getting supplies,” Virgil answered.

“You’re out and about before getting supplies?” Prince asked.

“I wasn’t exactly planning on doing shit,” he said. “I’m literally still half in my pajamas.”

“And I literally cannot see that. You’re covered in shadows. I might as well be talking to a blob.”

Virgil let the shadows around him disperse except for the ones that obscured his face over the mask. It would be better to conserve his energy anyway.

“…That just looks like what I’ve seen of your normal costume!” Prince said. 

Virgil rolled his eyes, not that the hero could see it.

 “Actually, they look better,” Prince continued. “Get a new hoodie in the past 3 years?”

“I was running on limited funds at that point,” Virgil said, insulted on his younger self’s behalf despite knowing it was true. The things he wore to bed now were better than his most sturdy clothes had been back then. “At least I didn’t look like I stole my costume out of a high school theater’s storage room. What show is that thing from? Beauty and the Beast?”

Prince’s mouth popped open as he gasped in offense. “I’ll have you know it was from Snow White, and it’s from the local community theater. Also, I didn’t steal anything! They were selling old costumes for a fundraiser, and I paid for it to support the local arts, thank you very much. It was from the 80s! It has history in this city.”

“Of course, you did,” Virgil said dryly.

“And I presume you stole yours,” Prince sniffed.

“Of course, I did,” Virgil said with a snort. “I was a thief after all. Snatched it from some asshole.”

Yet how he had gotten the hoodie he used to go out in as Shadow Caster probably wasn’t what Prince was imagining. It had been a foster brother’s from a home before Harry. The 16-year-old had told his parents Virgil had stolen money from him. (Virgil was pretty sure that the cash had actually gone straight to drugs and the boy was covering his ass. Virgil at 10 had known what someone high looked like, even if the boy’s parents were oblivious either willfully or out of ignorance.)

Virgil had proceeded to actually steal shit from him and trash his room while waiting for a social worker to come pick him up. The hoodie hadn’t fit him when he’d taken it, but had only been a little loose by the time he’d needed something for Shadow Caster’s costume.

It had been unsalvageable after Virgil had been shot. It’d had bullet holes and bloodstains on it. Plus, Patton had needed to literally cut it off of him to get to the bullet wound. He hadn’t been willing to throw it out though, and it had sat in his closet for years before Patton had finally gently suggested repurposing it. Part of it was now sewn into another hoodie and part of it was in the quilt that laid on Virgil’s dorm room bed.

“Makes sense,” Prince said with a scoff.

Prick. Virgil had pegged him as a rich prick from day 1. Sure, now Virgil was the son of a doctor, so resenting people because they had money was a little awkward these days, but he’d make an exception for Prince.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a better costume where we’re going,” he said. “It wasn’t even stolen this time.”

Prince looked at him in interest at that, but Virgil ignored him, instead turning to head down an alley.

Logan had a good number of secret entrances that led to his superhero lair. A good portion were in their house, but there were a few around that he could disappear into without giving away where they lived. This was the one behind Maclavelli’s. Logan and Patton knew the owner since it was Patton's favorite restaurant. Logan trusted him to be discreet even if he did see something, not that Logan used this particular entrance often.

Virgil found the correct stone in the back-alley wall and turned it, revealing a keypad. Opening this would automatically notify Logan and Patton’s phone, but Logan wasn’t a problem and Patton’s phone was off.

“Go on,” Virgil said, gesturing for Prince to head into the tunnel.

“This had better not be a murder attempt,” Prince said, eyeing the dark space, but he stepped through the opening regardless.

“Yes, Prince,” Virgil said, “I returned back to the scene after 3 years just to trick you into crawling into a hole in a back alley to kill you.”

“I was your nemesis!” Prince protested as Virgil closed the door behind them. “It would be a good reason to come back. You’ve been stewing in rage for years after your injury, and finally your resentment overcame your restraint and you decided to get revenge on your greatest foe. Yet to your surprise, I was prepared with new tricks up my sleeve and allies, and we have an epic battle to the death.”

Virgil snorted. “What are you, a fanfiction writer?”

Prince bristled in offense.

“And you were not my nemesis.”

“Was so!”

“You were an annoyance at best,” Virgil said, and it was true. At first Virgil had been a bit scared of the superstrong hero gunning after him. He hadn’t relished the thought of becoming a pancake. Yet all Prince had ever done was chase him around (sometimes with a net) and somehow lose fist fights to him.

“I resent that. We were perfect enemies.”

“Whatever,” Virgil said with a headshake as they started to move down the tunnel.

There were glowing strips along the walls to guide them forward, but otherwise it was completely dark. Virgil could light it up more but didn’t feel a need to waste the energy. He could just barely make out Prince’s shadow following him. He knew where the walls were and he could reach out and touch them, but if he only used his eyes, it looked like they were suspended in a void of darkness.

There were many twisting paths that purposefully led to dead ends. It was designed so people who happened to find these tunnels would take longer to actually find anything, but Virgil knew all of Logan’s markers and easily led them down the correct path.

It was a few blocks of walking in the dark before they arrived at an open area with more prominent lights. There were a couple of other entrances leading to it on different sides. Some led to other tunnels that led to different parts of the city, but there were two larger ones. One of them led to where Logan stored his Birdmobile of Death, but Virgil led Prince in the other direction.

Virgil had to put in another code when he got to the actual underground base as well as offer up his fingerprint to scan.

“Oh my god,” Prince said when they entered the first room. “Is this Bluebird’s superhero lair?!”

“Where did you think I was taking you, Disneyland?” Virgil muttered under his breath.

Prince seemed to see fit to ignore his words. “Oh my god,” he gushed as he looked around. “It’s so cool!”

Virgil glanced around them and tried to see what he saw. He could remember his first time seeing this place. It had seemed so much larger to him then. He had been awed by the cool gadgets, the giant computers, and just by the fact that he was in the superhero lair of the most well-known superhero ever.

Yet now, that superhero was just his father. This room was just a second basement that he had to hit some extra buttons to get into. There was a mini fridge filled with Virgil’s favorite snacks and flavors of Gatorade. There was a secret television set that he and Logan used to watch non-Patton-approved movies behind Patton’s back. He knew what was in all of the drawers. He understood how everything was organized (in a very, very nerdy way of course, since the organizer was Logan). He’d been allowed to fiddle around with all of the interesting things down here as much as he wanted. In fact, Logan enjoyed it when he expressed interest in any of it.

It had stopped being amazingly cool a long time ago. It just was. It was a normal part of his life he took for granted.

…

It was weird without Dad being here though.

“Yes,” Virgil said, looking away from it all, “it is. We can stock up on gear here. Feel free to touch anything in this room. You probably won’t die from anything in here, but don’t try to go into any rooms without me there to tell you if it contains anything that will try to eat you or melt off your skin. I have to go grab something really quick. Stay here for a minute.”

Prince nodded. “Okay,” he said.

Virgil nodded back and dashed towards the staircase that led to the house. He put in the correct codes to open the three doors and made sure to lock them all behind him so no prince costume-clad hero would attempt to follow him up. He came out in the kitchen and resolutely ignored the lack of Missy running to greet him. The house was silent, which was probably a good thing. It meant no one had tracked down Logan Sanders' house.

Not wanting to look at the empty house for long, he quickly went to the living room and ascended the stairs up to his room. He knew exactly where to get everything he was looking for, even though he’d never consciously planned to dress in the outfit.

He grabbed dark black pants outfitted with more pockets than he usually needed from his dresser and black, sturdy but well broken-in boots. He’d keep the plain black mask; his shadows were more useful for hiding his face anyway. He paused when he got to his closet, the first time he’d hesitated since he’d left the decoy under the covers of the bed at the safe house.

The dark jacket was familiar. He and Patton had altered it with a bunch of patches including a good amount from his original black Shadow Caster hoodie, parts of a dark grey sweater of Patton’s, and some dark purple fabric Patton had him pick out for the project in particular. Patton had even cut out a darker piece of one of Logan’s old costumes in the shape of the bluebird emblem and had sewn it in the same location it was usually on Logan’s costumes. It almost blended into the costume, so most people wouldn’t be able to see it unless they were really close, but Virgil knew it was there.

He’d never worn this jacket out in public or in front of anyone who didn’t already know his history. Some part of him must have known he’d eventually be using it for this.

He took the jacket from its hanger, running his finger across the Bluebird emblem before laying it on the bed with the rest of his outfit. He quickly changed and carelessly threw the clothes he’d been wearing on the bed. He’d let his shadows disperse while upstairs but pulled them back to himself once he was in his new outfit, glancing in the mirror to make sure that he was completely unrecognizable in the new costume.

He didn’t recognize himself, that was for certain. He’d only bothered to turn on his desk lamp when he’d entered the room, so there were more shadows than just the ones he’d made surrounding him. The little light in the room glinted off the more iridescent purple fabric, filtering through the shadows to make it look like there was a slight haze around him. It made it impossible to determine what was his physical form, what was his shadows, and what was just air. 

It would do, he thought. 

He pulled the hood up even though his shadows had done well enough to hide his hair color and then turned away from the image in the mirror.

He hurried back down to the kitchen and through the doors to Logan’s base. Prince had not managed to burn down the house in Virgil’s absence like Virgil had slightly worried he might. He was simply looking at different things in the room where Virgil had left him. The hero turned when he heard Virgil enter. He paused for a moment, glancing over Virgil’s outfit change. Virgil suddenly felt self-conscious under his gaze, but Prince just nodded after a few moments.

“The purple’s a change,” he commented.

“I like purple,” Virgil said.

“Huh.”

Virgil turned away from him abruptly. “Let’s get supplies,” he said, walking over to the case where Logan kept weapons he didn’t normally use. He ignored Prince’s eyes following him. “Any weapons you prefer?”

“I don’t usually need weapons with my superstrength,” Prince said. “Maybe something I could throw for a distance weapon if you have anything like that.”

Virgil nodded and opened the case, considering the options. He grabbed what looked like a rubber ball and tossed it underhand to Prince before grabbing an electric baton for himself. He shoved it in one of the larger pockets in his pants and then grabbed a knife to slip into his boot just in case.

“What’s this?” Prince asked, studying the ball.

“It’s a boomerang ball,” Virgil explained. “Push the button on the side three times.” He stepped closer to point to the correct button since it was kind of hard to see. Prince followed his instructions and the ball beeped twice. “If you throw it, it’ll return to your hand. Press it a fourth time and it turns back off.”

“Cool,” Prince said. They were closer now and Virgil wasn’t bothering with too many shadows except along the edges of his face. So inevitably, Prince’s eyes landed on the Bluebird emblem on Virgil’s jacket.

“You work with Bluebird then?” he asked. “Like, actually work with him.”

“I…” Virgil said. “Sort of…”

Prince tilted his head at him, and Virgil shifted awkwardly. He pressed the button on the boomerang ball and slipped it into a pocket. “Where did you go?” he asked. “People have had all sorts of speculations after you got shot, but no one really knows for sure. Bluebird said you were okay and recovering, but then you never resurfaced. I assumed you’d be gone for good.”

Virgil shrugged. “I kind of was gone for good,” he said. “I’m not really supposed to be…doing this sort of stuff anymore.”

“Bluebird convinced you to give up your life of villainy then?”

“Bluebird gave me other options,” Virgil said.

Prince’s face was mostly obscured by the mask, but he seemed to be studying Virgil pretty intensely. “You’re taller than you had been back then,” he noted, “and your voice is different.”

Virgil said nothing.

“I was a minor when I started too,” Prince said with a shrug. “I was 17 though. I’m guessing you were younger?”

“Yeah,” Virgil admitted.

“Explains why Bluebird would keep you off the scene,” he said.

Knowingly allowing a minor to work as a superhero, vigilante, or villain was illegal. Even letting it happen through negligence could garner jail time. There’d been a few issues with underaged sidekicks a few decades before Virgil had been born and the courts had cracked down, though a lot of teenagers still fell through the cracks since it was hard to both respect secret identities and make sure no one a little too young was out on the streets.

These laws hadn’t actually been much of a consideration for Logan. He wouldn’t have wanted Virgil to go out even if it had been legal for him to allow it. Virgil had felt no reason to argue. He’d never actually wanted to rob banks, and with Logan and Patton he hadn’t needed to do anything like that. If he ever had felt an itch to go out and do something though, the fact that Patton and Logan could have gotten into legal trouble would have held him back.

“Let’s,” Virgil said, turning away. He didn’t want to get into all of the complexities of it with Prince of all people. “Let’s just get going.”

Prince accepted his avoidance of the subject easily enough, though he was still frowning at Virgil like he was a puzzle. “What’s the plan?” he asked.

“There isn’t much of one, admittedly,” Virgil said, “but I have one idea that I don’t think anyone else who's looking for him would have thought of.” He stepped up to the main computer and signed in with Logan’s passcode. “He keeps a tracker on his suit. I know… his allies already checked to see if the tracker was still active before starting Doomsday Protocol.”

“Doomsday protocol?” Prince asked, stepping up beside him.

“It’s for if Bluebird ever goes missing and is assumed captured, obviously Princey,” Virgil said with an eyeroll. “If he’s missing, his face might be compromised. So, anyone connected to him personally would have to get out of dodge.”

“Including you?” Prince asked.

Virgil pressed his lips together. “I am currently meant to be in a one-bedroom house on the other side of the city,” he disclosed, “but I broke out because fuck Bluebird and his contingency plans.”

Prince snorted. “He benched you, huh?”

“I am perfectly capable, and I’m not just abandoning him to whatever is happening right now even if me doing so was part of one of his stupid plans,” Virgil grumbled darkly.

“That’s fair,” Prince said.

“You’re the only one who thinks so, apparently,” Virgil said, opening a program on the computer.

“So,” Prince said. “If his tracker’s no longer working, what are you doing now?”

“Well, his suit tracker isn’t working, and we have no data from that, but Bluebird has also been playing a certain mobile game that I certainly did not pressure him into playing in order to get more friendship tokens for myself. There’s a location-based part of the game, and if he logged into it at any point, that location information is out there. Now obviously, getting that information isn’t easy.” Virgil began searching through the many databases of information the system Logan had set up had access to. “Unless… you have a supercomputer built by Bluebird.”

Virgil found what he’d been looking for after a couple of minutes. It was a database that temporarily stored location pings for cell phones. Logan usually had his phone’s location off, but he had it enabled for when he was using the app. Virgil was able to search for Logan’s phone’s IP address. There were only 5 pings on the database, the last of which looked promising.

Logan had used his location services briefly a few hours ago. He’d been on the other side of the city near the river, but there wasn’t much out there. 

“I found one of Bluebird’s last locations,” Virgil said. He pulled up the coordinates on a map so Prince could see.

“That’s quite a walk,” Prince noticed with a grimace. “Do we need to catch an Uber or something?”

Virgil sighed as he stepped away from the computer. 

“Unfortunately,” he said, “there’s a car we can take.”

“…Unfortunately?”

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Part 5

Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

[arrowflier]

hello i have a prompt ☺️; we know for a fact ian and mickey have to sleep close so im picturing them getting into a silly argument and one of them willingly goes to sleep on the couch and when they wake up from their restless sleep at like 1am the other is sleeping on the floor next to the couch, or wakes them up climbing onto the couch. you get it !!

This has already been done SO WELL by @southside-forever in Hold Me Now and just yesterday by @sunnyian here that I don't want to do something too similar, so I twisted it just a bit. Hope you don't mind!

When Ian gets home, he goes to the bedroom first.

He’s been keeping himself away for hours, at this point, and he’s desperate to see his husband.  He hadn’t really wanted to leave at all, but his mind had been racing all day, his body twitching right along with it.  He couldn’t keep still next to Mickey when they went to bed, and the other man had huffed at him the third time Ian’s knee had gotten him in the gut.

“Jesus Christ, Ian, stop fuckin’ movin’“ he had growled, shoving himself back to put some space between them.  “Will you just calm down already?”

His eyes had been cold and hard in the moonlight coming in around the curtains, and Ian had tried, he really had.  He had managed to lay still just long enough to Mickey to doze off, his light snores filling the room.  There was enough distance between them that for once, Ian couldn’t feel the vibrations.

Then he had the urge to move, again, so he slipped out of bed rather than wake his husband and carefully tiptoed out of the room.

He didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t want to bother Mickey, either.  So he walked right past the sofa, right past the kitchen, grabbed his coat from a hook by the front door and his shoes from against the wall, and headed out into the cool night.

He’d spent a while wandering around, at first.  Sat by the empty, quiet pool outside, watching the water move with the breeze.  Walked the edge of the property a few times.  Headed out into the Westside proper, past the young bar-goers and vendors that roamed the streets at night.

There was a time he might have enjoyed all of that.  He vaguely remembered it, even--wanting to be part of that life, one of the people that never slept, always out and about and having the time of their lives.

But that wasn’t him anymore.  His life was back in the apartment, sleeping peacefully in their bed.  

So he turned, and went home.

Now, looking into the bedroom, he thinks he should have stayed out longer.  Not for himself--there was nothing for him out there.  But for Mickey, who slept on without a care in the world, taking up the whole bed despite his short limbs, pillow smashed into his cheek where Ian’s chest would be any other night.  Mickey who was doing just fine without him there.

He shuts the door again quietly.  It’s not the place for him to be right now.  He goes to the living room and settles on the sofa instead, folding his long legs so that he fits.  He doesn’t bother with a blanket, or a pillow; he doesn’t expect to sleep anyway.  No, he just lies there.  Lies there and thinks of Mickey alone in the next room.

At some point, he finally drifts off.

--

When Ian wakes again, he’s surprised to find that enough time has passed that the shadows in the room have moved.

And that’s not all that moved: instead of in the bedroom, on their soft downy mattress, Mickey is here.  Wrapped in blankets, laying on the floor, with one hand raised to clutch at Ian’s bicep up on the sofa.

He’s sleeping, a mild frown marring his otherwise relaxed face, and Ian doesn’t know what’s happening here.

“Hey,” Ian says softly, sitting up.  Mickey’s hand falls from his arm and lands on the edge of the cushion, arm bent awkwardly.  He blinks awake slowly at the change.

“Hey,” he croaks out, and it makes Ian smile before he remembers why they’re here. 

“What are you doing out here?” he asks, then bites his lip as how needy he sounds.  “Thought you were mad at me,” he adds anyway, figuring the damage was done.

“Woke up and you weren’t there.  Not mad at you,” Mickey mumbles sleepily, patting around until his hand lands on Ian’s knee.  He squeezes once, gently, strokes the bone with his thumb.  His eyes are squinted and bleary, but he looks up at Ian from the floor the same way he always does: achingly sweet.

“The fuck were you thinkin’ that for?” he asks, and Ian doesn’t really have an answer.

“You seemed upset,” he whispers anyway, and Mickey hums, sitting up without letting go.

“Cause I was,” he answers simply, and Ian feels his heart drop before Mickey gives his leg another soft squeeze.  “Don’t like seein’ you all tense like that, man,” he finishes, licking dry lips.  “Like you’re not really there.”

It hurts, to hear it.  But Mickey isn’t wrong, either, even if they both wish he was. 

Still, it isn’t all that bad.  Ian is on a swing, sure, but they both know it.  They knew it well before tonight.  And he’s taking his meds, and keeping his schedule (aside from his late-night roaming); he has an appointment tomorrow with his counselor, and one next week with his doctor just in case.  It’s under control, as much as it can be, and they have to embrace that, too.

So Ian tries.

“I’m here now,” he offers, covering Mickey’s hand with his own.  Mickey flips his over to put them palm to sweaty palm, gripping just this side of too tight.

“Yeah,” Mickey acknowledges, with just the barest hint of a relieved smile.  “You are.”

Ian shifts on the sofa, pushing himself back into the worn cushions, and tugs on Mickey’s hand.  Mickey follows, leaving behind the tangle of blankets on the floor to settle against Ian chest to chest, his head tucked into Ian’s neck.  He’s practically falling off the edge, but Ian wraps a protective arm around him to keep him stable.

Stable, like Mickey helps keep him.

“Love you,” he whispers into Mickey’s soft hair, his breath so light the edges barely flutter.

“I know,” Mickey murmurs into the skin of his neck, and to Ian, it’s the best response he could get.

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

If la Squadra played Minecraft who do you think would grief, who do you think would actually play the game, and who gets scared at the cave sounds? I feel like Illuso would probably grief everyone elses property but Risottos

omfg anon ur a saint for sending this in sorry it took a while lmfao 🙃

Risotto doesn't know how to play minecraft, the only way he learned is from watching Ghia and Mel play it in the living room. his houses are usually made of dirt or wood planks because he doesn't understand the concept of making his house look good. he likes endermen because he too is tall, has weird eyes, and attacks people that stare at him for too long

Prosciutto is even worse than Riz but at least he makes his house look good. cave sounds don't scare him but creepers do and he'll shriek when one gets too close to him. Usually forgets that fall damage is a thing in this game and ends up dying because he tried taking the easy way down a mountain

Pesci always has underwater houses (which Illuso loves to flood) and makes sure they're always very well decorated. Pesci's also the resident farmer and is the guy to go to when you need sugarcane (he always has a lot). Also gets scared by creepers and jumps when the cave sounds play. he likes the way the sheep look cause they're just so silly

Illuso is a CUNT. DO NOT play mincecraft with him ever. He'll kill you and steal your shit, he'll break your bed so you end up back at spawn, he'll blow your house up whether you're in it or not. He's just not a good team player.

Formaggio is also a little bitch but he's not as bad as Illuso. Maggio likes running around in creative spawning random ass monsters near you and will laugh his ass off if you die trying to get rid of them. He purposefully stares at endermen and hits zombie pigmen just to piss them off. Nothing in the game scares him except for the ghasts, he fuckin hates those things

Ghiaccio is one of the best people to play the game with. Mining with him in wonderful because he's always so cautious about his surroundings, you'll never get ambushed for fall into lava. Builds mob spawners to farm for XP and will let you use it any time but as payment he'll just move into your house permanently instead of sleeping wherever he is when the sun sets

Melone is also very good at the game, he always makes really cool looking houses in the cutest biomes and loves decorating them with paintings and foliage. Mel keeps a farm, animal pens, and has the second most resources out of everyone on the team. He's not the best at mining, so he usually trades with Ghiaccio for the things he needs

Sorbet and Gelato also grief everyone on the server, including each other. Gelato likes burning villages and forests down and Sorbet just follows random players around wearing a mob skin to freak them out. Both of them are very good at imitating creeper sounds so they scare Pros and Pesci with it all the time