#look at his wittle bow again

[yihsch]

Finally got to finish him. I guess october's a little to late to start making christmas presents. Anyway he's done and I love him so much I don't want him to go ;_;

[shadykazama]

Welp might as well, do you have Hanzo (0verwatch) x reader relationship headcanons

Omg thanks for the ask! I love doing these.

Hanzo relationship hdcs

💙 He'd take absolutely forever to fully trust you but it'd be worth it.

💙 SUCH a loyal lover, he'd do anything for you.

💙 Not great at expressing affection. Definitely not through words and I don't see him as the touchy or clingy type either.

💙 Probably enjoys gift giving and acts of service because it's showing how he cares without being directly affectionate.

💙 Will wittle you things but it takes forever because he's never satisfied with his work. In fact the first time he made something for you, you found it yourself rather than him giving it to you. When you commented on it he got embarrassed and told you it wasn't ready, which confused you because it looked perfect? (It was a little dragon and your favorite animal, he let you keep it how it was :3)

💙 Have to reassure him that he's already perfect to you because the dude definitely thinks he's not worth the trouble. He's still healing and while that's mostly a self struggle he'll have to remedy himself, seeing how much you care for and support him helps.

💙 He likes to kiss you on the temple the most.

💙 Isn't the one to initiate kisses but if you get into a routine of kissing him before he leaves or before bed etc. he'll suspect something is wrong and start questioning you. And if you just forgot and (very confusingly) ask what he's talking about he'll very seriously remark that you didn't kiss him.

💙 Will insist on teaching you self defense. He'll do his damndest to make sure nobody ever finds out about his ties to you, but it's inevitable and he knows that. He'll make sure you at least stand a chance until he gets there.

💙 Wasn't the first to say 'I love you', he was scared to admit it. Scared to admit there was someone so important in his life again. But it came to him naturally after he heard you say it the first time.

💙 Has written you a classical Japanese poem/song but won't perform it for you. He's gotta work up the nerve to do it, maybe for a special occasion...

💙 Definitely takes compliments well if it's about his physical skills, things he's worked hard for his entire life, but becomes a mess if you compliment his appearance. Calling him handsome is a surefire way to get him to flustered, even worse so if you call him pretty because he considers it an unconventional compliment.

💙 Has nightmares but handles them really well, it's never obvious. He's an extremely light sleeper to begin with. When he wakes up from a nightmare he likes to count your breaths to help lull him back to sleep.

💙 Keeps you close while you sleep, and his bow is always in arms reach as well.

💙 Pretends not to get jealous but is definitely a touch too protective. Will come over to intimidate someone (not so subtly) and lay a hand on your back. His glare is sharp and cold like a storm and he makes it clear he's not backing down. When they finally leave he'll mutter about how they were a bum, or dangerous. Some excuse to justify himself.

💙 He gets this really happy/content face when he eats food he likes, but never comment on it or he'll start being self conscious of his facial expressions. (He also really loves when you make him food. Will never tell you it's bad.)

💙 Really likes when you massage his shoulder/back muscles. They're the muscles he uses primarily when he shoots his bow and they get tense and sore after awhile of not taking care of them.

💙 Leading off the last one, Hanzo really loves taking baths with you, it's calming. Will often just sit in there with you until the water starts getting cold.

💙 Doesn't use cologne or anything to smell good, doesn't even use scented soap or shampoo or anything. He smells clean but probably doesn't have a scent unless he's been sweating.

💙 Gets kind of melancholy about it, but does like when you talk about your family. (If it's fondly. Y'all trauma dump together if you have family issues though)

💙 Probably doesn't want kids, the cycle of abuse and healing hasn't really fully happened for him yet so I can't see him trusting himself enough to want children even if you did.

💙 Likes unusual pets like lizards, they remind him of his dragons.

💙 Your favorite season quickly becomes his as well. Seeing how happy and excited you get about it warms him.

💙 Despite not saying 'i love you' first, he does confess first. He confesses to you on December 25th since it's considered a "couple's day" in Japan. He wanted it to be perfect, down to the date. He didn't say the big L word but he told you that he felt empty when you were gone, and he found himself preferring sleep because that is where he might find you. (Yes I'm ripping that off from Bridgerton but tell me he wouldn't say some poetic shit like that‼️)

💙 Speaking of confessions, he definitely wants to get married. In fact he probably already intended on marrying you by the time he was sure he loved you. Would be offended if you said marriage was stupid, it'd probably cause a rift since it means a lot to him.

💙 I like the idea of him needing reading glasses when y'all get older together. He'll write while you do his hair.

💙 Is kind of basic but he calls you 'Daarin' which means my darling in Japanese. He likes the classics.

💙 Would LOVE to see you in some classical Japanese outfits, he'd think you look very elegant and cute. If you surprise him with it he'd be over the moon but wouldn't show it very obviously. Would fix your clothes/accessories for you all day though and constantly have his eyes on you.

💙 Has a painting of you guys made for one of your anniversaries. It's in your room so it's just for the two of you to see.

💙 If you were ever hurt badly in an assassination attempt, he'd be the kind to stay by your bedside day in and day out. Out of care, of course, but mainly just to make sure they don't come to finish the job. Once he's sure you're safe, he'll be gone for as long as it takes to hunt them down. And trust they won't be back again when he's done with them.

Sorry I took so long, work has been busy 😅 but I sincerely hope you liked it. I didn't add any NSFW since it wasn't requested but feel free to comment or make another ask if that's something you'd be interested in. Thanks so much for the ask 🙏💜

[monimccoythings]

Classy Turtle

Okay, here’s part 2. Second parts were never good but I was dying to make this one. Just the mental image of it. Been watching the critics reviews of this glorious movie and every single one I’ve read are just terrible reviews of movies the audience absolutely adored (it’s the freaking Super Mario Movie, it doesn’t have to be the new Godfather) And those people who want to cancel Bowser, the villain of the Mario saga, for acting like a villain and singing a villain song that slaps? Are they okay? Don’t they get the basic concepts of villainy?

Previous Parts: 1

Next Parts: 3,4,5

tags: @loveforfandomsstuff​ @harpy-space​

You kept coming back to the palace to visit whenever you had the time. You really enjoyed spending time with your new friends and learning more about the Mushroom Kingdom. It’s like everyday there was some new adventure!

You also met the famous fearless Toad who had accompanied Peach and Mario throughout their dangerous journey to the Kong Kingdom and were lucky enough to eat one of his even more famous meals. You weren’t sure you had tasted something so divine in your entire life, goddamn it, Toad, drop the secret recipe book.

But if there was also a not entirely malicious ulterior motive for your visits, it would probably be your endearing wittle piano playing turtle that on his free time commited war crimes. It’s not like you were obsessed (liar), you just found yourself completely enamoured by the concept of some tiny musical tot that spoke highly of himself in a high pitched voice.

You were no fool. You knew he was dangerous and that given the chance, he would commit all those atrocities again. But he was SO LITTLE AND CUTE NOW. You just have to be careful with your gushing. The least you wanted is to cause the literal Third World War over a turtle.

It became an habit of yours to bring some gifts for everyone of your friends whenever you came to visit, and that included him, be it a tiny chair from an old house, a Ken doll, that always ended with his head chewed off, some lettuce (or whatever this turtle ate)...

Presenting him your offerings always was a tricky task. Peach and the bros had kindly drawn a perimeter around his cage that was called the “no-no zone”. Anyone that dared to cross that line, would meet their untimely end at the hands of a flame with the burning power of some kid using an aerosol flamethrower. Maybe it was a bit dramatic but he nearly burnt part of your hair last time so better not risk it, as he was an amgery firey boi. Unfortunately for him, you had put your wicked mind to use and had developed a system that didn’t put your hair or any part of your body in danger of suffering third degree burns. You called it “The Salad Tongs Solution”.

You had decided to use them instead of sticking to the classic put them in while he sleeps. Next time you tried to put a blankie over him when he slept he got scared so badly he went inside his shell and started spinning against the walls of the cages like some deadly top toy. Never again. Poor baby needed his beauty sleep.

So today, you were bringing in a special gift. After some rumaging through your old toys, you found some old tuxedo from one onf your dolls, you didn’t remember which one. But hey, maybe he would like this one?

Welp, he didn’t. As much as Mario would have loved to see him in it, nope, this turtle had expensive tastes and apparently this old tuxedo wasn’t up to his standards. Awww, classy turtle. The high pitched voice just made his rant look like an angry smurf that swore like a sailor. It was so adorable, you were not even bothered he didn’t like it. “It’s okay sweet baby!” You cooed to him. 

Bowser was bewildered at your audacity, your nerve! How dare you not praise him like the feared warlord he is! This will not stand! He will get out, and when he gets out the world shall get a taste of his revenge! You will bow to him in reverence! You will- oh, there you go again, looking at him with that dopey smile and those adoring eyes. Disgusting. Embarrassing. He is NOT a cutie patootie, thank you very much. He is KING OF THE KOOPAS, the strongest and baddest there is! That’s why you should look at him adoringly! Not because he is burger shaped!

A couple of days later Luigi sent a message with a photo attached to the groupchat. Opening it was the best decision in your life: there he was, your little buddy dressed in the tuxedo with the most disgruntled face he could make and being held with the salad tongs. A warm feeling spread through your chest, and for the rest of the day a huge smile was plastered on your face. He was such a dapper little gentleman.

[gloryhrs]

˖  . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒!

「 𝐅𝐓 — kensei muguruma | ikkaku madarame | & renji abarai! 」

male reader. ʚɞ req — @ota04-blog (˘ᴗ˘ ◍)

KENSEI MUGURUMA! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐀𝐓 first sight, anyone could tell Kensei Muguruma wasn’t the one you should mess with, the man is a serious and assertive individual, not to mention the captain gets annoyed easily till the point of his other subordinates needing to hold him back.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, one small mistake can work the captain’s nerve and make him walk away to restrain himself from ripping the other person’s head off.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 once he closes his room/office door his angry and short temper persona disappears, the reason why was because of his husband, ( Y / n ) ( L / n ).

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐆𝐎𝐃 even the thought of you makes him melt, but how could you blame him? Everything about you is so . . . dreamlike. If he could he would bow down to the people who created you and thank them for eternity for making such a beautiful creation.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐄 adores the way you hold him, take care of his wounds, and kiss him. If he could write about how much he loves you then the paper would be 10+ pages long.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, there would be times throughout the day when he thinks about you waiting for him which makes his frown would turn upside down and his cheeks turn red.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐇𝐇~ are you thinking about your little wittle husband again?" Mashiro began to poke at the captain’s cheek with a sly grin on her face. "Shut the hell up, you damn woman!" Kensei slapped her hand away from his face, the girl could’ve sworn she saw steam coming out of his ears.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 man was also extremely protective over you, so once he hears about you sustaining an injury he’ll be gone quicker than his lieutenant can call his name.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 were often times when Mashiro would tease the captain about his lovesick behavior, but the man just ignores it knowing that if he’d put his hands on her then his husband will be upset with him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈, Kensei, Kensei!" The loud voice that belonged to Mashiro Kuna rang throughout the man’s ears as he tried his best to ignore her annoying taunts while walking back to his room. The white-haired male tried his hardest to not drop down on his knees and rip his hair out from the annoying girl who was poking fun at him just for the hell of it, as he finally made it back to his room he quickly opened the door and shut it in Mashiro’s face. 'Troublesome woman' He sighed in relief as he lifted himself off the door. "Kenji? You’re back early." The angelic voice of his husband made his eyes soften. The sight of you made all of his worries melt away in seconds, you gently smiled before making your way up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"From the looks of it, it seems that Mashiro gave you a hard time today." You chucked at his annoyed expression when you mentioned his comrade’s name, he scoffed under his breath and buried his face into your neck whilst giving you feather-like kisses. "I made us dinner and tea, once you’re done then we can cuddle." You ran your hands through his white hair as a hum escaped from his lips, "I would love that." He kissed your cheek in return.

IKKAKU MADARAME! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 was far from a nice guy, this guy would pick a fight with a rock if he tripped over it because he wasn’t looking where he was going (•᷄- •᷅ ;).

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 surprised everyone around him when they saw him swinging hands with one of the nicest (and laziest) guys in soul society, Y/n L/n.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐘𝐔��𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀, Rangiku, and Yachiru could’ve sworn they felt their jaws drop to their feet at the unbelievable sight in front of them.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 the fuck is happening right now." Yumichika gawked at the two males who’s hands were intertwined with each other, he never thought Ikkaku, out of all people would be able to snatch a cute guy like you up.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 people couldn’t help but notice how Ikkaku’s rough behavior would immediately be put to the side when you spent time with him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐄 loves taking naps with you, it was as if he was cuddling a kitten because of your soft hair and the way you’d nestle your face into his cheek.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐄’𝐋𝐋 do anything for you, if you wanted him to carry you around the entire day because you’re tired then best believe he well! He doesn’t have the heart to say no to you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐄 would be lying if he said he didn’t love the cheesy pet names you give him, even if it means he would have to deal with the nonstop teasing from his squad mates for a while.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐇𝐄 calls you pumpkin and you call him honey?! Oh man this is hilarious!"

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 it! Will you two stop asking me these dumbass questions!" A vein appeared on Ikkaku’s head as he stopped dead in his tracks to glare at Yumichika and Rangiku who couldn’t stop asking him about his lover. Rangiku pouted and crossed her arms at his reaction, "We just wanna know more about him! You guys are so cute!" She whined as Yumichika joined her. Ikkaku felt like he was going to explode at any moment from their constant whining and begging, "No means no! Now leave me alone!" He grumbled and stomped away from the pair.

"Darling? I’ve been looking for you." He turned his head to see you walking out of the shadows whilst yawning loudly, the way you rubbed your eyes and pinched your nose suggested that you’d been looking for him for quite some time. Instead of questioning you the male just crouched down one knee, signaling he wanted you to get on his back. "I’m so sorry honey, I’ve just been busy all day." He felt your weight on his back before picking himself back up with ease and grabbing your thighs so you wouldn’t fall.

"There’s no need to apologize, I love you." You pecked his lips before cuddling your face against his cheek, hearing your soft snores made the male grip on your thighs tighten with a proud grin spreading across his features. "I love you too, babe."

RENJI ABARAI! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 Abarai wasn’t the type to get riled up easily, but when he did it was hard as hell to calm him down. Not to mention his smug and cocky behavior was hell to deal with as well.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 for the past few months, Rukia and Ichigo started to notice a 360 in Renji’s behavior, instead of going to pick a fight with Ichigo the male simply told him good evening (⊙_⊙)?!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐇𝐄𝐘 Renji. . .are you okay?" Rukia put her hand on her best friend’s shoulder as he raised an eyebrow at her worried expression. "Eh?? What are you talking about?" He scratched his head in pure confusion, for the past couple of weeks everyone has been asking him if he was okay. Hell yeah, he was okay!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 duo came up with many useless theories to solve what was happening to the redhead. The first theory being a parasite took over the poor guy’s body.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 after spying on him for an entire day they finally got the answer to all their questions once they saw him eating lunch with another male, which was you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐀 and Ichigo thought their eyes popped out their sockets when they saw your lips against his for a brief moment with his hand extended out for you to take.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈? Renji has a boyfriend?!" The two whispered to ear other with the same shocked expression on their face, the two peaked their head over the corner one final time only to see you now being on his lap, the smile never leaving your face. "So that’s why he’s been acting funny for the past few months." Rukia sweat dropped whilst scratching her chin. "And it seems like he’s head over heals for him too."

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 Rukia was completely correct, Renji is extremely smitten with you. He would often follow you around, carry you, and even cook for you! Not to mention he’ll travel to the world of living to go shopping for the things you like.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐄 may not be the strongest but he is willing to give up his life in a hurry just to make sure you aren’t hurt.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐄 hates being careless and getting injured during battles because he knows your gonna be upset with him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 no matter how many times you scolded him for being so reckless you just couldn’t find it in your heart to be mad at him for a certain period of him. Plus he knows you’re gonna be the one taking care of him whilst he’s healing.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "𝐏-𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 stop hurting yourself, I’m begging you Renji." You pleaded to the red-haired man as he continued to hold you in his grasp, this was the third time this week that the man decided to be reckless during battle and get himself extremely hurt. "I’m sorry my love, I promise it won’t happen again." He used his thumb to wipe off the crystal clear tears that streamed from your glassy eyes down to your face, even when crying, you still managed to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. But the way you looked and begged for him to stop made his heart feel heavy, and his grip on your waist tighten slightly when you proceed to cry into his chest.

"You always say that, but you never keep your promise." You clutched his uniform tightly with a small pout on your face. "I know, but I mean it this time." He finished wiping the tears off your face before leaning in to press his lips against yours, tasting the vanilla favor on your plump lips. Once he pulled away he pressed his forehead against yours with a small and genuine smile on his face, "I will be more careful next time, just please forgive me." He proceeded to kiss your cheek in order to remove your sadness.

"Fine. You better be lucky I love you, big dork."

© gloryhrs, 031323. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦) /

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

(Hewwoooo, I feel there may be some confusion based on some of the recent asks I got, so I am here to clarify!

The clone in this post (Case 00258) is NOT Pep

I do understand the confusion bc they are supposed to look similar since all the clones are based on Peppino, so here is a visual for the both of them!

Pep is on the left, and Case 00258 (and wittle Case 00258-A) is on the right! (They are also purposely coloured in greyscale)

Pep is visibly goopy, has positionally mismatched eyes, and has an apron with a large bow

Case 00258 is stockier than Pep, with bigger hands and thicker arms, a little nub tail, has a patterned tank top and their little baby of course

Again, just wanted to clarify before anyone asks Pep questions under the assumption he is Case 00258! (His case was much later on, hehe!)

[autisticrosewilson]

'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you

@perseus-jackass He knows what she did, you guys can blame them

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Her dark skin looks sallow in the amber glow that bathes her, Jason has never hated the beer bottle stained glass more. His mother is too still, sometimes he can't tell if she's breathing, he has to keep leaning over to check her pulse.

(Why can't he feel anything? Maybe he missed the spot, maybe the lack of sleep is catching up with him.)

Her hand is cold, the fingers stiff. The track marks on her arms are swollen and bruising. He hopes she can't feel it.

"Mama," his voice cracks and he blinks tears from his eyes, "it's time to wake up ma." He shakes her, the bones in her ribs shift oddly though he's barely applied pressure.

She is smiling. He can see it even in the dark, the small quirk frozen on the corner of her mouth. Her eyes are vacant, glazed over as she stares at something he cannot see.

In many ways, Catherine Todd has been dead for years. The first time the needle pierced her skin. Some may argue she was born dead, the disease of her mother and her mother's mother that has festered in her bones, that's been eating at her long before she came back to Gotham.

She'd wanted to spare her future child from it, so she never gave birth. It seems the curse of her blood is not so easily escaped. Perhaps she's saved him from rotting from the inside out, but she knows better than most the cruelty of watching your mother wittle away in front of you.

"Fuck-," Jason gasps, the tears blurring his vision spilling over and down his cheeks before he wipes them away aggressively, "mom please." He sobs, begs, prays to a god he doesn't believe in.

Because she did. The sickly light catches the silver cross dangling from her neck, it looks like it's on fire when the ochre hits the metal. It's warmer than her when he touches it.

He squeezes it in his tiny fingers until the skin starts to split, blood smearing on pendant and the pale blue of her dress both.

It's simple cotton with small white flowers dotting it, long sleeved and reaching her calves. It used to fit her, but she's lost a lot of weight and now it only hangs off her frame like an old sheet. Jason used to think it reminded him of a ghost. The irony is not lost on him.

It's littered with stains and cigarette burns and Jason counts every one of them because a blanket of numbness has settled itself in his chest, emotions he can't afford to feel right now crested on the other side. There used to be decorative white ribbons on the bodice but the bow had long since fallen off, leaving only frayed criss-crossing string behind. The perfume she wears to try and cover up the smell of cigarettes has faded. Coffee, Marlboro reds, and sweat cling to his nose and threaten to send him over that edge again.

The metal cross is still digging into his hand. It's sharper than it looks. Why had he let her sleep in this for so long? It could have hurt her. She might not have even noticed and what if he hadn't been there, and she didn't call for help?

But he had been there, sleeping right beside her, when the raspy breathing that lulled him to feather light slumber was cut off with a choked gasp and then disappeared entirely.

He hadn't been able to help anyway, in the end.

It dawns on him slowly that his mother is dead. She will not wake back up. It's just him now. He let's himself cry, just for a moment. Not enough to even begin to grieve the loss, but maybe enough to let him get through the night.

He muffles his sobs with his hands because the walls are thin and he doesn't want the neighbors to hear. There's a single mom across the hall that he babysits for sometimes and he doesn't want to wake her up, especially because he knows she'll come check on him and he hasn't figured out what he'll do after this.

His mom is dead, and he's looking at her body.

Oh god. His mom is dead. And he's looking at her body.

The agony in his chest gives way for panic, he can't hear anything over his heartbeat rabbiting in his ears. Numbly he pushes himself up, digs through his closet for his backpack and dumps all the papers and folders and assorted pencils into the trash. Feels a pang of guilt for how much that hurts, that he won't get to go to school anymore. It's not important now.

There's still the breakfast muffins and cereal bars and juice cups he's been saving in the front pocket and he shambles to the kitchen to swipe the half empty jar of peanut butter and crackers they get from the church and soup and canned peaches the old lady next door gave him the other day. He shoves as many water bottles as he thinks will fit and then roots around under the kitchen cupboard for the lacking first aid kit.

The light switch in the bathroom has long dangled from the wall by its wires, so the only way to turn the light off is to unscrew the lightbulb. He doesn't need light now, thankfully. He reaches into the hole the switch hangs from, far to the back where it's impossible to see the money he's been slowly collecting. He's always scared something will bite him or he'll find a spiderweb when he does this, some lingering fear of the dark or unknown that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Nothing ever does, and he stuffs the hundred odd bills and loose change into one of the smaller pockets inside his bag.

He goes back to the bedroom, tries to focus on just collecting the clothes he'll need but that's his mom. He kneels beside her bed for the last time, folds her limp hands over her stomach, adjusts the bonet covering her hair, presses a kiss to her sunken cheek. Her eyes aren't brown anymore, they're murky blue and it's so unnatural on her that his stomach churns. With a shaking hand he closes them for her. She has seen enough.

He calls the fire department, because he trusts them more than the police. Not that it matters, he's out of the house before they get there anyway. Hood pulled over his head, he watches from the shadow of a nearby alleyway until they find her. Some of his neighbors come outside to watch them take the black bag on the stretcher.

It is a different kind of love but he thinks he understands Orpheus now. He used to groan and huff when his mother told him the story, and when he started reading it to her he always changed the ending, because she deserved something happier. Trying not to look back at his mother's body as it's wheeled away - doomed to one of thousands of unmarked graves, another addition to a statistic that will be toted around by the politicians who never gave a shit about the crime in the city anyway - it's the hardest thing he's ever done.

If he were better he'd say a prayer for her, but god had never helped them before and death has taken her regardless of what he has to say about it. He doesn't think he could speak aloud if he wanted to, no one who matters would hear him anyway. His voice died with his mother, nothing but rot festering in his throat.

He presses one of her cigarettes to his lips, uses his dad's lighter to light it. He's never liked the taste, but the smoke curls into the night sky and the smell reminds him of a home he no longer has. He exhales and the smoke disperses, a dreadful cold settles in his empty gut, seeping through the cracks in his brittle bones. He takes another drag and the smoke fills all the hollow places inside of him, smothers the spark trying to catch in his gut before it can turn into an engulfing fire.

He makes peace with the cold, not yet experienced enough to fear it, and leaves the neighborhood that raised him and the mother that loved him behind.

[cantuscorvi]

The flat is dark and quiet when Raum comes home—suspiciously dark and quiet.

The silence stretches as he makes his way to the living room, but the automatic lights in the hallway reveal some black and gold party balloons set up in the corner, a hint of an impending doom.

When Raum makes it to the kitchen and turns the ceiling light on, he finds Anton standing in full view, surrounded by birthday decorations. There are more balloons, more black and gold that match the theme. Anton is wearing a golden birthday hat and holding a bottle of champagne that he pops, making resigned eye contact that reads: My apologies, I was made to do this.

"Surprise!" Nezumi springs from behind the counter, also sporting a golden birthday hat. He's wearing the brightest smile and holding a pug puppy with a golden bow around its neck. "Happy birthday, Daddy!" he chirps and trots towards Raum, singing a quick:

"Happy birthday to youuu~ Happy birthday to youuu~ Happy birthday, Daddyyy~ Happy birthday to youuu~"

Nezumi lifts the puppy to Raum's face. The puppy wiggles and tries to lick Raum's nose. "I couldn't resist when I saw him. Look at his wee wittle face. He has your eyebrows! Look! Look!" He brings the pug closer, and as it gets more excited, it manages to reach its tongue to Raum's cheek. Then it pees itself.

"Awww, I think he likes you," Nezumi laughs and wraps the pup in its blanket—a fuzzy blue with yellow letters that spell the pup's name. "His name is Corvin, and he's the cutest baby; just look at that adorable scowl. Hihi. Reminds me of someone." He flashes Raum a pointed glance. "But no matter. If you don't want him, Anton will take him."

Judging by Anton's expression, he was informed of none of this. He pours two glasses of champagne and sets them on the kitchen counter, looking like he wishes he could be anywhere but here.

"So. How was your day? Let me. Let me." Nezumi sets the pug down and ushers Raum to the table. "I have a cake ready, and then we'll drink and sing karaoke! Anton promised to sign a duet with me!"

Again, Anton pauses opening the fridge, halfway pulling out a massive red velvet cake, and gives Nezumi a frightened we-didn't-agree-on-this stare.

Nezumi ignores him. His attention is solely on Raum. He will try to put a birthday hat on Raum's head next—this one reads Birthday Boy!

@nezumivc103221

There was a note of tension in Raum when he came home to silent darkness. This kind of unpredictability was Nezumi’s specialty. Whether it was for good or bad, well, there was an equal chance for both, he had learned. That was only a bridge that Raum could cross whenever he came upon it.

Still — he knew something wasn’t quite right the moment he came to the main room. The large windows projected the distant light of the city inside, and Raum could barely make out a silhouette in the darkness. He was quickly contemplating the best way to murder an intruder in his kitchen — until he moved toward the light switch, and he noticed the balloons in the corner.

He paused, puzzled for a moment, before something clicked. And then he shook his head and turned on the light.

Raum met Anton’s eyes silently, questioning, and the man’s face told him almost everything he needed to know. Raum frowned at him, before Nezumi excitedly popped up from behind the counter, beaming, and singing and… holding a dog?

Suddenly everything and nothing made sense. His expression slackened, lips parted with a sheer amount of bewilderment at everything taking place. He should have known by now that sometimes there wasn’t really a point in asking why, and yet he couldn’t help it in a situation such as this. Raum hasn’t given a shit about his own birthday in years, actively avoided acknowledging it even, so why—

“Why is there a dog in the kitchen?”

Nezumi brought the dog closer and Raum’s nose wrinkled at the smell of its breath. The closer Nezumi shoved it at him, the further he leaned back, until he took a full step — just in time to avoid being unceremoniously peed on. Wonderful.

There was a breakneck pace to those preparations that barely allowed him to react, and it grated on him enough to come to a full stop before Nezumi could even drag him to the table. He dug his heels into the floor as Nezumi tugged at him, stuck like a stone, refusing to move.

“Stop— stop that.” Raum wrapped his hands around Nezumi’s wrists to do just that, firm and tenuously calm, prying his hands away before the god-awful paper hat could touch his head. He gave Nezumi a a look of reproach, holding him at bay while he glanced around the wide space of the apartment. The clumsy, questionably well-intentioned disarray of it all made him feel repelled — like a cat that had its fur rubbed the wrong way.

There were two options to potentially salvage this night.

He could ignore all of this. Anton’s pained face. The too-sweet cake. The bug-eyed, wheezing puppy that pissed on his floor. Nezumi’s uncannily cheerful mood. He could retreat to his room and shut the door, or perhaps return the way he came and back to the car. He could choose simply to not engage. Or...

The ringleader in him could see this unbridled circus, and unfathomably, try and turn it around. Yes, everything may have been wrong, but this was his house, and it was his stupid birthday, and he could damn well make it right. But that was only worth the effort if he wanted to enjoy it. Perhaps he did. Perhaps he didn’t.

Another year had passed. Was there anything to celebrate in the first place?

In the end, it was hard to tell.

Anton was getting out little plates for the cake. In other circumstances Raum would almost laugh — whatever Nezumi had done to rope him into this plan, he seemed thoroughly whipped, to take those borderline humiliating commands. And yet, Raum found his suffering almost clownish, and deciding enough is enough, snapped his fingers to get the sullen man’s attention.

“Эй,” Raum practically barked, gesturing to the dog snuffling about the expensive carpet that he really didn’t want any pet hairs embedded within. “Вынести его наружу.”

Anton’s shoulders slackened with the relief of having a different order to fulfil. He scooped the little thing up in his arms and took him out to the terrace. Understanding the implicit instruction embedded in Raum’s clipped tone, he closed the door and remained outside with the dog.

Raum turned his attention back to Nezumi. He took a long look at Nezumi’s face, then sighed through his nose, finally letting go of his wrists. He grabbed one of the champagne flutes from the counter and quickly downed it. Ultimately, it had little effect on his mood.

“This is not how I like to do things.” His eyes narrowed, and in his voice was distaste, borderline contempt. “—Though, I’m sure you know that.” He gestured around at the balloons and the cake, then drank Nezumi’s glass as well. “All of this is more for you than for me though, isn’t it.”

He twirled the stem of the empty glass in one hand, and for a moment he still contemplated leaving. Truly there wasn’t much here at all that he liked this evening — in fact, it seemed as if everything was done to try and infuriate him, and that knowledge was entirely what left him oddly calm about the situation.

Raum looked at the little puddle on the floor. He set down the champagne flute. Made a decision.

“Clean that up,” he said flatly, pulling off his tie and tossing it on the table. He stepped around and carefully over the puddle, heading back towards the corridor. He grabbed his car keys off the shelf in the hallway, and didn’t look back. “I’m going out. Enjoy your birthday party.”

[alexglitches]

I'm lowkey sad Yuubi doesn't have much content. Can I ask how the NRC boys reacted when they realized the sheer chaos Yuubi can chaos by just being themself?

Yuubi + NRC

Just some general Yuubi chaos. Give me the Yuubi sjnfjksncjsnck

(Kirby!Yuu)

INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR TWST CHAPTER 4 AND ONWARDS

~~~

At the end of the Scarabia arc, when they all had the party, Yuubi inhaled everything.

Jamil just sighed tiredly while Kalim was all like “WOAH SO COOL!” and hugged them

Yuubi inhaled a bunch of roses in the Heartslabyul garden and got the Leaf ability

Riddle has never felt like a tired parent before and he’s gonna get grey hairs cuz of them

Cater thinks Yuubi is absolutely adorable and took a selfie with them, only for them to run off with it and snap photos of everything

The photos all sucked, but Cater just smiled “at least you tried”

Yuubi flies around campus a lot so there's a bunch of people going like “o-O???” as a grey puffball flies in the air nskjnfkjs

Yuubi can't speak properly, only things like “Hai” or “Poyo” like Kirby, but Gim’s been with them for so long that he pretty much understands them at that point

Some students tried to test on them and gave them a potion, they got the Doctor ability and went around throwing crystals and colourful fake pills at everyone

Rook comes upon them hiding behind a fake, cardboard bush, he looks behind it only for them to pop up with a purple hat with a pink feather on top of them and a tiny bow and arrow in their hands

He didn’t let go of them of the rest of the day

Fusion abilities?

Yes

Sebek and Yuubi face off against each other and Yuubi manifests a Double Bladed Laser Sword

Sebek gets chased by a tiny baby black hole and is thoroughly traumatised now o-o

Robobot suit?

Sure

Idia crumbles in fear at the smol manning a giant robot suit 10x their size and Ortho is looking at it curiously

LMAO

You know when Crowley uses his “lash o love” as punishment or smth

Yuubi gets the Whip ability and does the exact same thing

They also try mimicking Trein’s stern face but they're too cute for it to work nskjnfjs

They somehow got the Fire ability and Malleus just looks at them fondly as they show off their fire

They’re too adorable for him sometimes

Yuubi fingerpainted on the campus walls once nfjsnfjsnjskjdjs

They almost cried as a staff member yelled at them but everyone else was like “oh hell no” and took them away before they cried more

SPIDER ABILITY HAS JAMIL S C A R R E D FSJKHNFKJSANFKJSA

Yuubi used the Robobot to fight back against the Charon and flies it to STYX HQ with Rook and Epel

Idia shrinks in fear at seeing the robot suit again

“WHY DOES IT HAVE A SWORD!?”

Animal ability Yuubi with their adowable wittle kitty ears djksndjksnksj

Jack is weak

Never give Yuubi the Bell ability they will be a menace

Same with Bomb, Circus, Mirror, UFO and Yoyo

YUUBI SUPLEXES LEONA

Parasol Yuubi is the cutest just look at their itty bitty umbrella 🥺🥺🥺

Yuubi only goes to sleep with the Sleep ability on soooooo

Good luck guys!

Everyone was shook when Yuubi showed up at the ghost wedding as a ghost

Deuce: “YUUBI NOOOOOOOO!”

Yuubi: “POYO!”

Floyd calls them Lil' Pufferfish / フグちゃん (Pufferfish-chan)

sorry if the japanese is wrong i used google translate and they suck sometimes dhskas

LMAO

VDC is not ready for Mike Yuubi

Crowley let them do a performance and they did their little “YEAH!”s twice before their final one

Everyone’s watching them power up

Then they let out the most monstrous roar they could

Everyone be like : O - O

Leona was proud of that

Yuubi rolls up with Landia like- nsjcnskjcnjskncs

Everyone is freaking out because where did they get a three headed dragon???

Landia stays with Malleus now lolol

General chaos all around dnsjdanskjnk

Everyone’s super careful with the abilities they let Yuubi use and not use

Crash was banned after the… incident…

[mattymooswife]

Six of Crows Oneshot🫢

Say it again (KazxInej)

word count: 1.3k

fluff with tension really

Inej slightly struggled climbing the dungy stairs of the Dregs' lair that night. Kaz's room being at the top was never a problem for her usually; but having to hurriedly descend off one of the tallest buildings in the whole of Ketterdam took it's tole on her. She still held an aura of excitement, however. The information she had gathered put the ball back in their court and she knew it was please Kaz. After a particularly rough week, Inej knew he needed this. She smiled quickly closing the door behind her.

Taking off her scarf, she started to speak as she turned to scan the room for Kaz.

"Guess what your wraith..." She dimmed out.

Kaz was leaning up against his dressing table in only his shirt and trousers. No vest...no gloves. A girl was facing him, standing mere inches apart. Not touching, but too close for Inej's liking. Time slowed and eventually shattered when Inej realised who this girl was. She was the Kaelish girl from the Menagerie. A couple years older than Inej and twice as mean. She used to mock Inej's looks and stature, saying she'll never get clients like that. Ciara, the red-headed nymph Helene labelled her. Helene did not care to shy her favouritism and always threw the best tipping clients her way. Ciara already took some of Inej's hope. She wasn't going to touch her man too.

Kaz saw Inej's eyes burn with something he'd never seen in her before. The gaze struct Ciara where she stood, he almost thought Inej was going to fly towards her.

"Inej this isn't what it looks like." Kaz attempted to explain.

"I can't do this." Inej eyes started to fill up and she yanked the door back open with an unyielding force and went to leave.

"Inej wait!" He called after her.

Inej went to ignore the plea but stopped dead in her tracks when Ciara started to speak. That familiar voice running straight through her like a ghost.

"Aww, the 'wittle baby is sad I've got what she wants." Ciara taunted with a quiet giggle. Inej sharply turned around, ready to pounce.

Ciara reached out to touch Kaz's shirt. He grabbed her wrist but, shuddered at the touch and immediately dropped it.

"Get out." He simply demanded, looking down at the wooden floor.

"I thought you wanted this." Ciara added.

"You got what you asked for, my part of the deal is over. Now leave." He looked up into her confused eyes. She didn't move. "Go now!" He shouted standing up straight and moving slowly towards her.

Ciara jumped, picked up her purse and fled to the exit.

"Suli!" Ciara spat at Inej as she roughly brushed past her.

Inej turned to leave but, Kaz pulled her back.

"Come here." He asked of her.

Inej slowly walked over to Kaz, staring at the floor the whole way. She couldn't bear to look him in the eyes right now. The girl brought all the repressed memories of time at the Menagerie come flooding back. How could he do stuff with that girl knowing all too well how bad it isfor them there, no matter how Helene favours you. The house is the house and no-onegets by unskaved.

Inej looked up right at him. Curse his height making her have to stretch up. "How dare you use someone from the Menagerie, that was once me! You know how much that hurts. You don't even like to touch people so what is this 'deal'? And why does it involve your clothes and gloves being off?" Inej burst out with all the rage she could muster up at once. Steam was practically coming out of her nose.

"I know that! I would NEVER use someone from a pleasure house and I'm insulted you would even think that." Kaz reacted back.

"Then why are your gloves off?" Inej's voice started to waver. "I thought you only did that in front of me." She bowed her head once again, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"I do." Kaz calmly admitted. "It was my part of the deal though."

"What deal?" Inej started to get annoyed and even months of experience with Kaz never made this any easier to contain.

Kaz smirked in response. He was dragging it out in order to slowly reveal his cleverness and she knew this. She didn't give it a response, she was just glad she understood the reality of the situation.

"I had to show her my hands because it was her condition of doing a job for me." Kaz bent his knee getting Inej's gaze back up to his long figure.

The open wound was hit once again by this, Inej was no longer his special wraith but just another busy body to Kaz. Just as she had always been she suspected.

"Found yourself a new wraith have you?" Inej sniffled, determined not to look away and give him power again.

"Oh no, not like that." Kaz instantly regretted trying to be clever. His plans to try and impress Inej never worked out like he planned. Saints knows why he kept trying. Inej's faith had obviously rubbed off on him. Not just her faith, he concluded.

"I got her to steal some records back at the Menagerie, your records. I was planning to find out where you may of come from last in an attempt to track your parent down." He spiralled out. Kaz was embarrassed on how he acted, and was still embarrassed on Inej asking him about his glove habit around her.

He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry if it's a stupid idea to try, I just thought..." Kaz walked over and sat on his bed.

Inej followed and sat directly next to Kaz, taking him by surprise.

"Thought what?" Inej was so touched by Kaz Brekker's thought of her and she did not want to break eye-contact with him now.

"I thought, it would be the one thing I could ever do to make you happy." Kaz stared back into those beautiful hazel eyes, the very ones he imagined every night before falling asleep.

"You already do Kaz. This just shows how much you do for me. More than you know." Inej shyly replied. Her hands reaching towards his laying on the bed. She was expecting him to shudder and pull away. He did not.

"I know I helped pay for your freedom but, I really owe you. You do so much for me, the dregs, everyone. I need you happy. You deserve it...Inej." Kaz studied Inej's lips like a book. They were so appealing right here and now, in his sweltering bedroom. He was unsure if it was a particularly warm night or if it was the tension.

"Say that again." Inej protested, turning her head slightly.

"What?"

"My name. Say it again."

Kaz shuddered, but in the good way. A chill ran down his spine. He would beg on his knees to keep her talking like this.

"Inej."

Inej inched closer and closer towards Kaz but slow enough to give him time to pull away if he wanted. He did not. Instead, Kaz replied with also slowy closing the gab inbetween the two, unsure of what would happen once they met but whatever it was he despertlyt craved.

Suddenly, Jesper burst through the door with his lanky frame and stood before them. They broke apart instantly, trying not to seem suspicious despite it being very obvious what they were doing.

"Mate guess wha...Oh, saints hello." He smirked his usual devious smirk.

"What is it Jesper?" Kaz snapped in anger.

"Sorry! Was not aware you had company. I will come back later." Jesper strutted out but, swung his torso back in for a further comment. " 'Bout time yous guys." He smiled with genuine joy and shut the door.

Kaz huffed in annoyance. Typical Jesper, always the worst timing.

Inej still had that craving sparkle in her eye.

Kaz wasn't a gambling man usually, that was Jesper's role. But tonight Jesper had in spired him to take a chance. Kaz sharply leaned in to kiss Inej. Kaz knew it would hurt them both to touch another but, he hoped the pleasure would outweigh the distress caused.

Spoiler alert, it would, ten fold.

[2ynjns]

when their fem!friend turns into a 5-year-old || tomorrow x together

scenario: you turned 18 years old a few months after huening kai did and one day you woke up into your five year old self. having to live alone away from your family, you didn’t know what to do so you decided to call your best friends and told them to come to your place as soon as possible.

yeonjun

as soon as he arrives at your place, he is shocked

but lord knows how this man loves kids

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE GOT EXCITED SEEING WILL AND BEN FROM TROS?!

Anyway

“y/N?! who’s kid is this?! WHERE ARE YOU?! whY DO YOU LOOK LIKE HER?! IS SHE YOUR HIDDEN LOVE CHILD?!”

“no mf! it’s me! y/n! in my 5 year old self”

he would NOT question how why what where and when

he’s just be like “AWWEEEE Y/NNNNN SO CUTE” and hugs you

would take care of you

he’s going to *try* to help you go back to your normal form

but he’s lowkey praying inside that you’d stay as your 5 year old form

you’d be like >:(( HELP ME PLEASE

and he’d just be like cooing at you

“aweee little baby” “don’t be upset! you’re cuter this way.”

and you’d be like (- _ -)

eventually you would give up asking for his help

so you’d just sit on the couch alone pouting with crossed arms

he’d giggle at the sight and take a picture of you and would send it to the other boys

but he’d cook food for you so you won’t be upset anymore

“do you want some ramen?” and you would be nodding furiously

you’re one hungry babie

then after he cooks you would try sitting on the dining chair but it’s too high

so he’d giggle EVEN MORE and help you up

he would carry you everywhere with any way possible

he’d carry you like a sack, or like a newborn, or like a toddler

he’d most likely follow you around to watch you, like a kid, well technically you are

he would also hold your hands everywhere you go

“jjun, it’s still me, just even smaller.”

“well i still need to follow you around, what if you need help? what if you hurt yourself? look at you and your tiny self.” and he’s gonna shake his head

you took a nap with him on the couch, your tiny form laying on top of him like a baby

then you woke up and you realize you’re at your big form again

BUUUT yeonjun, instead, is in his 5 year old form

“OMG YEONJUN?!?!

soobin

mans is whipped as hell

without question, he’d know that small child inside your house alone is you

he wouldn’t even question if you were another kid or what, he just knows it’s you

WOULD IMMEDIATELY CALL THE OTHER BOYS

not to help you, but to tell you how adorable you looked

he would dress you up and do your hair

he’d treat you like a literal kid

he would dare to help you because he’s enjoying taking care of you

chile- you’d look like his kid no cap

he’d quickly go to the store to buy a cute dress and cute hair accessories

then he’d dress you up and put clips on your hair

“do you also want toys? i’ll get you some.”

you were like “well if you help me get back to my old form, i’d very much appreciate it.”

“uuhmmm… no.”

he would be forgetting your actual form and you’re mentally 18 years old

so when he makes you shit on his lap and play with you like a kid, you’d be like “bro i’m 18”

he’d stop working and stare at you

error 101

“oh yeah huh.”

he loves playing with your hair

treats you like his daughter

just like with yeonjun, you would give up and just let him do whatever he wants to do with you

he would brush your hair and tie it into two pigtails and put two big bows

soobin your hidden infantilization kink is showing LMAO

anyway, you’d need cuddles

so he’s be sitting on your couch and you’d be sitting on his lap, facing him and your face against his chest

rubbing your back and tapping your buttocks like a kid

you’d fall asleep, snoring lightly

few hours later you’d be waking up on the floor, in your normal self

you got up happy

and once you saw a small body laying on your couch, you’re like

(O . O)

“SOOBIN YOU’RE 5!!”

beomgyu

this mf

as soon as you explain to him that you transformed into your younger self….

would make fun of you

and laugh at you

“HAHSJIHSADHHEK Y/N IS A KID HHHHH”

you’d cry, you really didn’t want to make fun off most especially you’re way smaller now and you can’t hit him

so he’d stop and say sorry

he wouldn’t help you either

not because he doesn’t want to, he just don’t know how to

so instead, he’d take you out on an amusement park

and he’d make you have fun in your little self

“do you wanna ride the carousel?”

you’d look at him weirdly while you waddle away from him

“sure i guess.”

you got in the ride and chose the light blue horse

but guess what, because you’re tiny you can’t get on the horse

so he’ll carry you up

and poke fun of you again

“aigoo wittle y/n is even wittle”

then he’d crack a laugh

you’d get upset and pout, then you’d look away

throughout the whole ride you would be looking away from him

not paying attention on what he’s babbling

once you leave the ride he’s kneel in front of you

“did i make you upset? awe i’m sorry” :(

then he’d pat your head

and hug you

you’ll be hugging him back, wrapping your arms around his neck

then, he’d just carry you, legit

and next stop is the ice cream stall

still carrying you

“why did you carry me?” “you walk slow,” you’d roll your eyes

the worker would coo at you and beomgyu

“awee your sister is so cute! here you can have this strawberry ice cream for free!”

then eat it in one bite, “beomgyu, i want more”

the worker is like o.O how??

anyway you got your second ice cream

at the end of the day, beomgyu slept with you in your bedroom. he’s cuddling you as if he’s protecting you from the monsters.

the next morning you felt small hands wrapped around your waist

so you opened your eyes and looked down

“omo. gyu wake up! i’m big now and you’re the small one!”

taehyun

taehyun taehyun tsk tsk

he’s the most rational one

at first he wouldn’t be convinced that it’s you, that you’re the kid

so he’d search for big y/n inside your place

to find out there’s no big y/n around and realizes that the small y/n is the big y/n in the small y/n form

if that makes sense

WELL ANYWAY

he’d sit on the couch, then he’d also sit you on the couch

examine you from head to toe

then he’d just smile widely and lift your small feet

“hehehe so smol”

You: >:(((

he’d pull your hair playfully to annoy you because this man is secretly whipped for you

he just keep on denying it

he’d also take a lot of pictures and videos of you

mostly to keep it and blackmail you with it

he’s the only person who’s gonna try to help you go back to your normal form

although he doesn’t want to, he’d still help you

“how did you turn like... this small?”

you blinked and sipped the chocolate milk that he gave you

“i woke up like this.”

(-_-) “y/n you’re not beyonce”

>>:((( “i’m not lying! i literally woke up and i’m 5 instead of 18!” you fought

you crossed your arms which made you spill the chocolate milk on your shorts

*shakes head*

he’d try to look for clothes in your closet that would fit your small body

but no clothes meh meh

he’d quickly run to the nearest store and get you the cuTEST jumper set and headband

he just found it cute, d w he doesn’t have a bad dollification/infantilization kink unlike soob

he’d also grab some tteokbokki on the way

lowkey worried if you were doing okay alone at your place

but like even though you’re mentally 18, you’re still physically 5 so for some reason he thinks you’re lowkey incapable not in a bad way tho

my god you would devour the tteokbokki

“jeez, don’t eat like a kid.” and wiped your mouth

you sitting in the chair with stacks of pillow to boost you up, also waddling your feet since it doesn’t reach the ground

“technically, i AM a kid.” *munches on tteokbokki*

while you’re bored on the floor, laying on your stomach, taehyun is just on his phone

you had no idea but he’s quietly searching about your situation

you suddenly fell asleep

he heard your snores

he cooed and guess what

more videos!

he also fell asleep on the floor, both of you laying on your stomach and facing each other

around midnight you felt a sudden urge to drink water

so you opened your eyes

and yoU SCREAMED

“TAE YOU’RE A CHILD!!!!!”

huening kai

this loud mf will scream once he steps inside your place to see a child sitting on the floor holding your phone

“Y/N WHO IS THIS KID?!”

“shut up! i’m y/n! get your butt over here and help me!”

he was lowkey scared to be near you

but he’s be sniffing you, lifting your arms and legs

then he’d giggle

“heh you’re cute.”

he’d take you to his dorm actually

although all the boys are there cooing at you and babying you, you’re just in kai’s room mostly

he’d give you all his plushies

compare your size with his plushies’ sizes

then he’d giggling some more

once you felt a little tired you laid in his bed with arms open looking up in the ceiling

“being a kid is boring.”

next think you know he’s rubbing your belly

WILL RUB YOUR BELLY NON STOP

okay but you know how kid’s bellies are usually rounded and not flat?

exactly

that’s why kai loves to rub your belly

he’d give you piggy back rides

don’t really know how to baby you because he’s a baby himself

but he understand your baby nature

babies unite!!!

he’d let you braid his hair or tie it

you’d be sitting in the couch and him on the floor while you put random clips on his hair

then the other boys would videotape it

“look at both of our babies… aigooooo!” -txt

would make cupcakes together

your little self would just be passing the ingredients to him while he does all the work

but hey it’s still teamwork yk

after both of you would be high of sugar

very very energetic

also is obsessed with your laughs

the pitch is higher and cuter

so he’d purposely make you laugh

and he’d be clapping bc of how adorable you are

would ask the older boys to order you food just for you too

“c’mon hyung, little y/n is hungry”

“just tell us that YOU are hungry”

still ends up ordering a lot of food

you’re slurping the jjajangmyeon and he’s be hella ready to wipe your mouth for you

would also clip your hair back

but he’d accidentally pinch your scalp instead

“kai, that hurts!”

“eeehhh sorry :””(“

after eating all the food

you’d be knock out on his bed

then him next to you

both of yall cuddling a plushie each

he wakes up first tho

“y/n wake up! you’re normal!”

you opened your eyes to see a 5 year old kai

“am i dreaming or you’re 5?”

[marvel-m-lee]

Hemsworth's Tickle Monster •Part 1- Reunion•

Fandom: Marvel

Words: 1664

●○●This is a Tickle Fic●○●

(Set in 2018)

Mini Series Summary: Its Marvels 10 year anniversary and Robert set up a party for some of the actors. Y/n is known for enjoying being tickled, and shes the youngest avenger. You see where it's going.

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"How long till we get there?" You asked, both you and Sebastian were in your car driving to a meet up with everyone else, it was the 10 year anniversary of the Marvel Cinematic Universe and RDJ set up a picnic for some of the actors.

You, Stan, Maccie, Evens, Hemsworth, Johansson, Ruffalo, Hiddleston, Cumberbatch, Rudd, Pratt, Olsen, Bettany, Holland, Batalon, zendaya and a few others were coming.

He set it up because he thought it would be nice for us all to meet up again. You were all going to some field for the whole day to have a massive picnic and at night you were going to binge the movies!

"Not too long, only 20 minutes" You sighed, you have been in the car for almost 40 minutes and had to get up pretty early. Stan came to pick you up at your house and convince you to have a nap. Plus he had your favourite blanket in the car at all times.

You and Seb began to chat, "Who you most excited to see Sebby?" Stan concentrated on the road but turned to look at you with one eyebrow furrowed in thought. "Hmm, not too sure, Maccie and I will probably annoy the shit outta Tom though" You laughed, you knew how much they liked to annoy and tease holland, they liked to do it to you too but were more careful, you were both the kids in the group.

"Poor Tom, you always tease him" you both laughed before he took one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed your knee. "AH! Sebastian!" You giggled and pulled your leg away, it was too early for this.

"Aw, I'm sorry doll" He winked at you before continuing to drive. He had picked up calling you Doll from your scenes together while acting. It just caught on after a while outside if acting.

You rolled your eyes, knowing that that wouldn't be the first time he'd try to do this. Seb and Maccie loved teasing you about it, everyone knew you enjoyed being tickled, it slipped out one time and word spread but no one treated you differently, well other than a few pricks on the internet but they were all homophobic and racist too so you really couldn't give a fuck about them.

Everyone else found it adorable, RDJ would tease you because he was like a dad, see you and Tom were around the same age but you'd been in the MCU since Scarlett had Downey had plenty of time to get to know you. And unsurprisingly when he had found out, he wasn't shocked at all. He says it was his "Dad Sense".

"See look, were here now" Seb exclaimed as he turned into a parking lot between a bunch of trees. It really was like the middle of no where, there were fields fir Mike's and bushes surrounding so if any fans drove past they wouldn't know we were there.

"Alright, get out" Seb ordered, you smiled at him as he turned off the car and you hopped out grabbing your handbag from the back. Stan stretched then walked to the car boot and opening it pulling out two blankets, two towels and a big shopping like bag. You gave him a questioning look before he shoved the towels in your face.

"Thank's for offering to help" He teased.

"I didn't know we had to bring these things?!" You asked in a panic, you had only brought a purse with a few bits and pieces, Seb on the other hand had brought almost everything.

"I know, I got it for you" he laughed as he began walking, you quickly followed him, the towels still in your face.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?!" You asked, kind of annoyed how you couldn't help. Seb had thrown the blankets over his shoulder and held the bag in his hand, you on the other hand had your purse in the inner corner of your elbow and held the towels folded with two hands covering your vision.

"Because you're a kid, dont worry holland didn't bring anything either"

"I'm not a kid! Im 19 you beefcake!" It's true, you had been in the mcu for around a decade and joined as a kid, but sadly that just meant everyone else knew you as a kid and even now saw you as one. Well sometimes.

"Can you drink alcohol?"

"Um-"

"Can you drive?"

"Yes!"

Seb turned to you with a raised brow. "Really?"

"Partly...." you admitted.

"I'm not a kid though Sebastian! I'm just- young"

"You're a baby, a coot wittle baby" he pitched your cheek and began baby talking you making you blush. You just rolled your eyes and turned away to him in which made him poke your side and laugh at your reaction.

"Oh fuck you" you true to sound serious but couldn't help it, you never meant the rude remarks you meant, you cared for them all dearly.

"Sorry doll, but you're not my type" Blush arose on your face but what did you expect? Stan enjoyed a good sex joke or two.

"Oh shut up, you only wish you could get this" you remarked as you placed a hand on your hip trying to look confident, then almost dropped the towels and tripped-

"Hey y/n" Luckily someone caught you, the Australian accent told you straight away as he helped you up. "You alright? Not going on a trip without sending me a card right?" You laughed at his jokes, Hemsworth was definitely one of the funniest, no matter what he did he made you laugh.

"Yeah, thank you, I'm glad someone can help me" You shot a look at Sebastian when elaborating the word 'someone'. He just laughed at you as you all walked in.

Your confidence now gained back on you and as you entered the mini arch of thick bushes when you saw everyone you handed the towels to Chris and made some sort of strange Y with your arms and bowed.

"Your saviour is here!"

All heads turned to you, the youngest avenger in the team who seemed to have some of the best confidence as a kid- as long as you werent being flustered.

Everyone laughed and then Chris threw the towels over you and picked you up over his shoulder making everyone laugh harder. The area already seemed to be livid.

"Chrisssssssss!!!!" You whined, unable to even see.

"Yessssssssss?" He mocked as he wondered to a table with everyones things on and placed a bag there.

"Put me down!" You kicked making him laugh and just swap which arm he held you with to the other shoulder, he then took the towels off and placed them on his bag so you would know where they were. Sebastian followed and once he had put his stuff down Chris turned to him and asked him if he knew where you where.

"Sebastian where did y/n go?"

Sebastian just laughed and looked around, "I dunno, she was right here a moment ago?"

"I dont know... I'm sure she'll be fine though" That's when you began to feel Chris' fingers slowly start to curl in on each other and wiggle, see he was holding you over his shoulder so you could see his butt, and held you around the waist to make sure you wouldn't fall.

"Chihihissss!" You began to squirm but thanks to his large build it didnt seem to faze him.

"What was that?" He asked looking around as his fingers began becoming quicker, now also squeezing your sides.

You giggled on top of him in his grasp, wiggling away unable to do anything trying to keep in your laughter because it was only 10:30 or something in the morning.

"Robert? This music is great!" He teased as he helped over to RDJ who put a thumb up, knowing they were teasing you.

"Chrihihihis! Stapppp" you tried to squirm away out of his neck but he just turned and rubbed his beard into you, a fountain of giggles and laughter mix flowing from your lips.

He then continued to tickle you with his fingers and began to dance, flopping you and himself around.

"This mush is the bomb!" He yelled as he was almost in the centre of the area catching everyones attention.

"CHRIHIHISSS!!" Your giggles and laughter mixed between one another, the teasing made you blush but the audience of all your co workers? Oh god- it was too much to actually see them all. And so helpless too.

"Wait did someone hear y/n?" He asked looking around for you, then he picked you up with both hands and held you above the ground.

"There you were! We were all so worried! We thought you had been taken by the tickle monster!" He then began to wiggle his fingers into your sides and belly, moving to your ribs before cradling you in one arm and tickling you with the other.

"CHRIHIHISS NAHAH!" Your laughter echoed, infectious and adorable at your helpless state.

"Aw but you love it dont you?" The teasing was becoming a bit too much as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. You were 19 and being tickle tortured by Chris Hemsworth in front of all your coworkers and friends!

"Aw here we go, is she all worn out? Awww" he cooed at you as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, stopping his attack.

He put you down and you almost doubled over with ghost tickles, giggling having to hold onto Sebastian for support.

"Ihihi hate yohohou"

"You love me" he winked st you before giving your pink cheek a kiss and walking over to Hiddleston and Ruffalo.

"Oh today's gonna be fun for you y/n" Stan chuckled, everyone knew that wouldn't be the last time you were tickled today.

[hepaidattention]

denial

part 8

where Allison never died in s3 and Lydia and Stiles are going strong in the flirting game but still stubborn, so Allison decides to set them up (with Scott’s help of course).

find part 1-7 here

Allison abruptly entered Lydia's room, no knocking or permission of entrance. She just looked at her friend with a deathly, hollowing stare. Lydia was sitting at her bed with textbooks surrounding her almost as if she was having a chemistry séance.  

"Can I help you?" Lydia blinked. She looked un-phased, but Allison knew it was just a front.

"Lydia,” she crossed her arms in the most intimidating way she could possibly muster, “what did you do?"

"Well," Lydia cut her eyes to the side, her lips folding in on themselves as she pretended to think. "Let's see, I went to school, then I drove to-"

"Lydia Martin." Allison barked at her like she was her own mother. "Are you heartless? You know what, don't answer that because I know you're not. You may want to pretend you are, but I know you have a caring and empathetic heart deep inside that cold exterior."

Lydia was looking uncomfortable, as well as confused. "Thank you?"

“Well?” Allison stepped further into her room and landed on the foot of her bed. Her face was softer now, but she was still angry. "Why don't you tell me why you chose to break the boys you likes heart today?"

Lydia's eyes widened, and then they rolled back into her head. "God, this again?"

"Yes, this again! Lydia, why would you tell Stiles he should start dating people?” Allison pointedly moved textbooks from her seating and to the other side of the bed. “God, that’s like the first thing you learn not to do in Flirting 101. If he wasn’t already afraid he was hovering in the friend zone, you just stone cold disserted him."

Lydia crossed her arms in defiance and tweaked one brow up her forehead. "Did you not tell me I should?"

Allison glared. "Don't act clueless and try to pin this on me. You knew Ginny Green was just a ploy to get you jealous and it worked. So, you self sabotaged in retaliation."

"As you can tell, it didn't work. I realized you were right. Stiles should be happy with someone."

Allison looked like she wanted to pull out her bow and arrow and shoot her right in the face. "Yes, he should be happy with you."

"Allison, I don't like Stiles! I'm not dating him and I never will!" She shouted, and it made the room go quiet for a moment. Lydia looked sorry for he outburst, but she said nothing.

Allison quietly said, "Okay, fine. Then tell me why have you basically been dating him for a whole month now?"

Lydia looked repulsed. "What are you talking about?"

"Late night adventures, study dates, movie nights every weekend, hand holding, constant flirting - Lydia Stiles has practically been your boyfriend ever since you guys kissed and you just haven't realized it."

Lydia gave her a stubborn, tight lipped chin raising. "That's ridiculous. He's just a good friend. A best friend? Maybe. But not a boyfriend."

"Right, okay. So then you told your totally in love with you not boyfriend to go date other people, and then after you stomped on his wittle fragile heart and threw it in the trash you came home to study.... alone?"

Lydia looked down at her hands then, finally revealing sign of remorse. "I didn't want to hurt Stiles, okay? But I ... I realized I was leading him on. It wasn’t ... it wasn't right of me to hold onto him when he does deserve to be happy."

That was when it hit Allison. Lydia commitment problems lied much deeper into her insecurities than she realized. It all made sense. The avoidance of feelings, denial, fleeing from the very person she probably wants to spend the most amount of time with. "Lydia," she grabbed her friends hand and squeezed it tight. "You deserve to be happy too."

Lydia nodded. her head ducked away from Allison's view. She still noticed the tears falling from her face to her lap. "I don't like Stiles, Allison."

"No, you're right about that." She tucked some hair from her friends face. They had all been through so much this year. She truly just wanted to see them happy. Lydia looked up and met her eyes, clearly puzzled at what she said. Allison finished with, "You're in love with him."

Lydia looked like she shattered a little bit at those words. "Wh- what? Allison, don't be-"

"That's why you can't admit your feelings. If you just liked him then it would be easy for you. But you love him, and you're too afraid to be with him because you think he'll run away just like Jackson and your dad - but the thing is Lydia, they're not Stiles. Stiles has already proved to you he's not going anywhere time and time again. And you just pushed him away, because that scared you."

Lydia straightened up and pulled her hand from her best friend’s grasp. "I don't need your psychoanalysis. I did what I did. Stiles won't even answer my texts now, so there's no point is talking about this."

"Okay, fine," Allison raised her arms in surrender and stood up from the bed. "Congratulations. Your self sabotage worked, by the way. Stiles now has a date with Malia Tate."

Lydia blinked. "Malia...Tate?"

"Yup," Allison nodded slowly. "According to Scott, they were more than friendly at Eichen so, I guess we can expect-"

"I don't care, Allison." Lydia flipped her unbraided, cascading hair to her back and went back to her textbooks without even a bat of an eye. "You said it yourself. It worked. I wanted Stiles to move on and clearly it worked. End of story."

Allison sighed. She waited there, to see if Lydia would break down or beg her for help, but she just highlighted in her textbooks and pretended Allison's presence wasn't even there. Finally, she walked out of her room, not saying another word.

She had to do something. She just needed a plan. She walked down the stairs and met Lydia's mom on the way down. "Bye Mrs. Martin,"

"Allison, sweetheart," Mrs. Martin stopped her, reaching for her wrist before Allison grabbed the door handle. "Is... Is Lydia okay?"

Allison didn't even know how to answer that question. "She's ... Lydia. Why? Did something happen?"

"Well," she hesitated, "normally she's not home this early. She's usually out with that Stilinski boy. And... well I'm just pretty sure I heard her crying earlier, as she came home."

Allison wanted to cry with her in that moment. Lydia was hurting, and she refused to let people in. She was hurting herself though, and she had no idea how to help her. "She's just... she's stubborn."

Mrs. Martin nodded. "So it’s about that Stiles character?" She shook her head. "I can tell he means a lot to her. Did they break up?"

Allison smiled. "They were never dating," she tilted her head to the side. "According to Lydia, anyway."

"Yes, well she also claimed she wasn't dating that Aiden fellow, but I wasn't stupid enough to fall for that either." Mrs. Martin patted Allison hand and smiled. "Thank you, dear. You have a safe drive home."

"Thanks Mrs. Martin," Allison smiled sadly at her. She left the house, walked down their sidewalk, and it wasn't until she saw Stiles Stilinski parking behind her that her heart felt like there was some hope left in it again.

"Stiles?" Allison questioned.

Stiles was jumping out of his jeep when he looked at her with a mutually confused expression. "Where are you going?"

"Um, home. Lydia's not in much of a mood to talk today. Where are you going?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and ducked his head, "To go talk to Lydia. Fuck, wish me luck."

"Wait wait wait wait-" She grabbed his shirt before he got very far. "Why?"

Stiles chuckled at her. "You know Allison, I never knew just how nosy you could be; it's refreshing." He winked.

"I'm serious, Stiles. Why?"

He rolled his eyes, turning back towards her as he said, "I ditched her this afternoon after school like a total dick, right after she told me she was having a shitty day. I was just gonna apologize and make sure she was okay. Why does it matter?"

Allison's wheels were turning again. She had a plan mustering up, and it was gonna be a good one. "Did you really ask out Malia Tate?"

Stiles gulped, pulling at his ear as he said, "No. I almost did, but I can't shake the feeling like it was too selfish of me. I couldn't date someone else while being in love with-" he paused, realizing he slipped.

Allison smiled. "With Lydia, yes I know. Stiles, look I'm on your side, okay? Lydia's just scared, she just needs a push, she needs..." She looked up the window of Lydia's sheer purple curtained room and smirked. Her dimples dented so far in it looked like it might hurt. "And I have an idea on just how to make that happen."

Stiles watched her, then he said, "Right. Are you going to share that plan or just stand here ominously?"

"I'll call you tonight. Go, do what you're gonna do. But if Lydia asks you if you have a date with Malia the answer is yes, understood?" Stiles nodded, speechless.

Allison left him to do what he always does, come back to Lydia no matter how hard she pushes him away. And Allison got into her car with a leap to her step. Because this plan was gonna be a good one.

Allison glanced down at her phone as she glided into her car, a text showing up on the lock screen.

From Scott: Also I talked to Stiles. I think I talked sense into him. He said he wanted to talk to Lydia.

Allison smiled to herself. Then she saw the last text he sent:

From Scott: I don't think he can keep going like this, Allison. It's hurting him, and even though he would never admit it, he sees it too.

Allison sighed, sitting in her car in total silence but the purr of the engine. Her eyes glanced up at Lydia's window again, she could see the silhouette of Lydia and Stiles talking - until the tall lanky figure and the shot petite one merged into a blob of two people hugging.

Scott was right. Lydia was being way too stubborn and Stiles didn't deserve this. They had to do something. And fast.

-

read part 9 here

[m-y-fandoms]

Kokichi x reader - patching him up after he falls through the floorboard

Request: I felt bad for a Kokichi when no one bothered to check up on him when he fell through the floor so how about a scenario where someone catches up to him after the trial and bullies him into letting them bandage him up. This small act of kindness causes him to fall for them.

Hey! I love this idea, but when he showed up at the trial, all the blood that was on his head and face was cleaned up, and he wasn’t light-headed or anything during the trial, some I’m gonna change up the request a bit to have the reader find him directly after he falls through the floorboard. Also, thanks for suggesting best boy, I will always have time to write for him - Mod Kokichi

SPOILERS FOR EVERYTHING UP TO CHAPTER 3 ENDING. Gender of reader never specified.

NOTE: MONOKUMA WAS OUT OF COMMISSION FOR THIS INVESTIGATION, BUT IM TAKING CREATIVE LICENSE TO ADD HIM BACK IN. WORK WITH ME LMAO.

     “Hmmm, I see. Thanks, Kiyo!” You finished up your light but lengthy interrogation of the anthropologist, who elegantly bowed his head and disappeared into his lab. You exited, rounding the corner to investigate further. You headed toward the three empty rooms, wanting to re-examine Tenko’s body after Korekiyo’s statements, even if the thought of your friend’s corpse made you uneasy. It had to be done.

     You rounded the corner, a sharp yelp releasing from your throat.

     Shuichi, Maki and Kokichi turned to face you, startled by your sudden scream. Kokichi’s forehead was soaked, dripping pink rivulets of blood, and he was leaning on the wall for support.

     “What’s going on?! What happened?! D-did someone attack you, Kokichi?” You ran over, joining the group and looking to Shuichi for answers.

     “He’s fine.” Maki stated flatly.

     “Obviously not, his head is gushing!” You were a bit irritated with Maki’s indifference, but a bit biased with your opinion on Kokichi. You knew many people disliked him, Maki least of all, but you didn’t see a reason to hate him. In fact…you’d been nursing quite the little crush on him. You found him witty, cute, intelligent.

     “Yeah, he felt well enough to pull a childish prank on us, so I’d say he’s fine as well,” Shuichi’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, arms crossing as he looked at Kokichi with contempt. Kokichi simply grinned back.

     “What prank?” You inquired.

     “He pretended he was dead, lying there face-down and bloody only to pop up when we got worried!” Shuichi scoffed, his nasally, nerdy voice getting rather worked up.

     “Kokichi…” you warned, seeing Shuichi’s point now. Kokichi merely smirked back at you as well.

     “Anyway, we gotta go finish up this investigation before Monokuma cuts us off, so if you’ll excuse me, y/n.” Shuichi nodded, leaving with Maki to investigate Angie’s research lab. That left Kokichi and you in the hallway alone, his eyes drooping now that Shuichi was out of sight. A moment of weakness.

     “Kokichi, are you alright? That’s a lot of blood. And you hit your head, yes? What if you have a concussion or something?”

     “Why are you standing around? I haven’t seen you investigating at all, you lazy, lazy scoundrel,” he changed the subject. “Gonna leave all the work to everyone else?” He forced a venomous grin that quickly turned into a clenched-teeth grimace, his head pounding. It didn’t escape your notice.

     “For your information, Ouma, I have been investigating, it’s just obvious to me who the guilty party is, so I’ve been slowing down. I’m ready for the trial.”

     “Hmm so you’re useless and cocky? Great, just what we needed for this case!” He started walking off toward the stairs, still heavily depending on the wall. His words were harsh, but as usual, held an untruth within them. He knew you were smart, and that you probably had figured it out, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you, of course.

     “K-Kokichi! Let me help you!” You grabbed his arm before he could stumble down the stairs. He looked to you incredulously, but didn’t pull away, looking at the little drops of pink that stained his white jacket sleeve.

     “I don’t need your help, stupid-head! What, you’re the Ultimate Nurse or something? Ultimate babysitter? Go bother someone else!” He was trying your patience now, but you weren’t going to turn your back on someone obviously in pain. You saw pain in his eyes, both from his mysterious past and the current injury. Kokichi was more than meets the eye, and you could easily perceive that. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive.

     “No, the Ultimate Psychologist, remember?” You stopped him when he tried to pull away and continue down the stairs alone.

     “Ohhhh, pfft! Yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “I had forgotten since you never actually do anything during trials.”

     “Monokuma!!!” You yelled out, ignoring his insult. Kokichi jumped at your sudden volume, and the monochrome bear appeared seemingly out of thin air.

     “What do you twerps want?” He smiled, hands on his hips.

     “How much time do we have left in the current investigation?”

     “And why should I tell you...? I think that seems a bit unfair! Then I’d have to tell eeeeeveryone!” He leaned forward at your threateningly. You gestured toward Kokichi.

     “Kokichi is obviously in no shape for a trial. He needs to get cleaned up and assessed, at least. I’m asking you to allow me the time to do so, no more, no less?” You challenged him.

     “No way! You’re cra-“

     “Kokichi is easily the smartest one here, and he keeps the trial fun and interesting, wouldn’t you agree?” You hated using the word fun to describe the killing game. You thought it was horrific and morbid, but a little lie to help a friend in the end wasn’t against your morals. “If he’s down for the count or out of it during the trial, it’s going to be painfully boring, right? No one to harass Miu, and everyone else gets along pretty well. It’s going to be a hand-holding ceremony of cooperation. Do you want that?” You glared at the small robot, Kokichi’s mouth a bit agape behind you. Not only were you defending him, which no one here did, but you were standing up to Monokuma.

     “Hmmm...well, I suppose, if it will improve the trial...I must reluctantly agree!” Monokuma’s paw rose to his chin pensively. “You’ve got an hour! Not a minute over, got it?!”

     “Deal. Can I have a first aid kit?”

     “No!”

     “RISE AND SHINE URSINE!” The three remaining Monokubs appeared in front of you, with Monodam holding a large white case in his metal paws.

     “HERE. I. WILL. ALWAYS, CONTRIBUTE. TO. THE. CAUSE. OF. GETTING. ALONG,” Monodam spoke in his staccato mechanical voice, handing the plastic container’s handle to you.

     “You’re lucky my wittle cubs are so cute and helpful and wesponsible!” He swooned at the smaller bears. “Now get outta here, times ticking!”

     “SO LONG, BEAR WELL!”

     You turned to Kokichi with a smile, and to your surprise, he smiled back.

~

     You sat in your room in the dorms, with Kokichi leaning his head back gently onto the side of the tub in your small, personal bathroom. You sat on the edge, massaging the dry blood out of his hair as he pouted, arms crossed against his chest and thin legs splayed out in front of him.

     “OW!” You touched a sensitive spot, the opening of his wound a little too roughly, and he shook his feet up and down, stomping on the ground like a little kid. “It’s clear you’re trained to take care of people’s minds, not their bodies, you asshole!” He yelled up at you. You chuckled lightly, easing up on his skull and rubbing out a particularly crunchy bit of coagulated blood.

     “What ever do you mean by that, my dear Ouma?” You teased, and he stiffened up, before quickly realizing his emotions were plain on his face, and pouting again.

     “I mean, it’s clear you know how to unravel someone psychologically and trick them, like how you ‘know the culprit already’and persuaded Monokuma, but you really have no talent for physical care, huh?” You assumed he was referring to your rather rough treatment of his body...well, what he determined as rough.

     “I think you’re being a little unfair, Kokichi. I think I’m doing a pretty great job. Do you feel any better after the water?” You’d made him down a few water bottles upon entering your room and examined the wound before rinsing his dark locks out.

     “Hmpf! Whatever. I guess I am grateful to you,” he sighed, “but my appreciation will only continue if you prove you’re truly not as dumb as I once thought!” He looked off dreamily.

     “And how do I do that?” You wrung out the longer pieces of his hair, playing along.

     “Who is the culprit then...if you’re so smar-?” You wrapped his head in a towel and it covered his face and mouth, muffling his words, “HEY!” You giggled and quickly rustled the towel around gently, careful to avoid directly scraping his wound. When you were done you lifted the towel, peeking under to look at his face. He scowled at you, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

     “Aww, don’t look so angry. It only makes you cuter!” He turned away from you abruptly, embarrassed, then stood until he was hovering over your seated position, playing it off.

     “Whatever! I’m outta here. Some of us actually want to live through this trial.” You grabbed his hand as he began to exit your bathroom.

     “It’s Korekiyo. It’s obvious, to me at least…he killed them both.” His eyes widened. How did you…? Of course, he had already come to this conclusion. Seeing something like confusion in his eyes, you continued. “It became apparent as I analyzed him. I talked to him for quite a while.”

     “Did you... shrink him?” He scoffed, a bit impressed.

     “I’m afraid so,” you wore a crooked grin, standing to meet him.

     “Aww, poor guy. And he didn’t even make an appointment!!! Though, I guess it’s really your loss after all. You shrinks are expensive! I hope he has insurance!” He laughed loudly, pitying the graceful anthropologist who would shortly meet his doom.

     “You knew already, then?” You inquired.

      “Of course!! Evil recognizes evil after all, and he is evil.” He waltzed toward your bedroom door, not a hint of a thank-you or appreciative word coming from his lips. You didn’t stop him, knowing the trial would soon commence anyway. But then, your thoughts prodded at you, and your lips opened.

     “K-Kokichi?” He paused, hands on his hips as he turned to face you.

     “Whaaaat? We haven’t got all day!”

     “I need to place a bandage and some antibiotic over your wound...it’s pretty deep.” Why were you so worried about him, he wondered. “A-and...I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you…” your cheeks felt hot and you looked toward the ground. He rolled his eyes, walking over and plopping down, criss-cross-applesauce in front of you. “Kokichi?”

     “I can’t blame you for wanting my attention,” he spoke lazily, “I am the most entertaining person in this dump!” 

     “You really are charming, you know?” You spat sarcastically.

     “Well???? Get to it!” He handed you the first aid kit beside your bed, and you accepted it with a relieved, gentle smile. You began to part his hair, looking for the wound, and he was grateful that you couldn’t see the expression on his face from that angle.

[hailxhydra]

the more you say (the less I know)

By @hailxhydra​ for @iwritedumbshit​

via @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Tony Stark & Peter Parker, Steve Rogers & Peter Parker

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers

Summary:  TONY STARK IS DEAD. The words were plastered on the front page of every newspaper across the world. Tony Stark, the resident genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist, was dead. Completely, irrevocably, unchangeably, dead.

Or was he?

OR

After the events of Endgame, Peter Parker decides he has to go back in time to save his mentor’s life, finds out that Tony wasn’t everything Peter thought he was, and chaos ensues.

“You sure about this, kid?” Steve asked Peter, coming up from behind him to clasp his hand on his shoulder. Looking out into the crystal clear lake and the surrounding forest, Peter gulped, trying to get rid of that unsettling feeling at the bottom of his stomach bubbling up until it overflowed, and he broke down right in front of everyone.

“What?” he said, swallowing the lump at the back of his mouth. Turning to face Steve, he shook off the hand on his shoulder, which immediately went straight into the pockets of his black pants. He glared at Steve, though obviously not in a malicious way. He was met back with a blank stare. The impassiveness of it was relieving; Peter didn’t need any more emotion from anyone, let alone the person who had abandoned his mentor for years, without a goodbye, nor some contact information. The bleak, vacant gaze held a sort of comfort for him, being something steady, something that he could hold on to while all around him, there was chaos. It was a lifeboat.

“Look, we’ve all been there. Believe me, I know what it feels like. I was in ice for seventy years. I lost everyone. But I had people to help me through it. You do, too. You don’t have to do this.”

“What’re you trying to get at?” he blatantly asked, rolling his eyes and turning back to the lake, the calm lake, the lake that had absolutely no problems, the lake that was steadfast and balanced, the lake that was everything that Peter wanted to be. “Are you implying that I might do something? I can’t change what happened either way, what with the implications, plus, the Grandfather Paradox is a bunch of bullshit, it just creates an alternate timeline, like with blue robot lady one and two, and anyway, how would that work without any local quantum interference? It’s crazy, I mean like-”

“I’m not talking about the science behind it. I can’t know what you think, but, looking from the outside, it is pretty clear what you want to do. Now, I don’t know if anyone else realizes it, and maybe it’s just because we’re so similar that I would have taken the same line of action, but you have family here. People who care about you. Just, spend a few minutes mulling over your decision. You have to be completely sure before you do anything drastic,” Steve said, starting to walk away after he was done.

“You’re really big on monologues, aren’t you? It’s a very 40s vibe you give off!” Peter called after him, a smile gracing his face in this tough moment. Steve just made a peace sign in return, his back still facing him, and continued his conversation with Sam. He looked around, taking in the serenity of the lake house. Tony had bought it during the Blip, so Peter had never gotten around to seeing it with him. He quietly stepped inside, making sure not to make any noise as to give away his position. He wanted solitude, without anyone barging in every few minutes to check in on him, or to offer him some juice, or to whack his head with a newspaper (although that last one was mainly Sam and Bucky, and he didn’t know from where they even got the endless supply of newspapers).

The inside was nice. A change of scenery from the dark outfits everyone wore outside. Built almost entirely of walnut wood, the lake house served as a reminder that he would never get those five years back. The five years, in which everything had changed. He wondered if May had gotten dusted, too. If she had gotten married again, or had a kid. They didn’t have much time before the funeral to catch up, always being whisked away to talk to one person or another. He led his fingers across the panels of wood, taking in the peacefulness inside. Feeling a presence creeping up behind him, he swiveled around to punch the person in the gut. He widened his eyes when he realized who it was.

Bucky Barnes, aka the Winter Soldier, aka the White Wolf, aka the most dangerous man on Earth, was keeling over, hands on his midsection, looking like he was about to puke.

“OhmygoshI’msosorry,” Peter rushed, hands outstretched, but stopping in mid-air, as if he was rethinking his decision to help him up.

“Come on, kid. Why do you have to do that to a hundred-year-old man? Ever heard of ‘respect your elders’?” he groaned, stabilizing himself by putting his hands on Peter’s shoulders and lifting himself up.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up and turn scarlet before muttering a small, “I said I’m sorry.”

“What I came here to say was before you so rudely knocked me over, was that I think Bruce is firing up the machine. He wants you to suit up and get ready. It’ll be ready any time now,” Bucky said, giving a Chesire cat-like grin before turning away to talk to someone Peter didn’t know.

Peter laughed and shouted, “That wasn’t a good pun at all!”

Bucky looked back at him, gave him the middle finger, and yelled back, “I’m a hundred-year-old assassin, give me a break!”

Peter shook his head and turned to look at the suit in his hands. The suit itself was grey, with streaks of red running down it (the Avengers were very fashionable, to say the least). It had a leathery texture, but not quite leather; it was comfortable, yet effective at the same time. Most importantly, it would protect him from the quantum energy and radiation that came with time travel.

Looking at it, Peter felt unworthy, but, wearing it, he felt like he could do anything that he ever wanted. He felt like he was an Avenger. It wasn’t like anything else in the world. It was special. It was distinctly his, not anyone else’s; his.

“My wittle spidey is all gwown up now!” May exclaimed, smiling at Peter in his new time-traveling suit.

“May, I’m not a baby!” he pouted, stomping his feet on the ground, purposely acting immaturely. “I’m not your ‘wittle spidey’! I’m a grown-up kid!”

“Whatever, it’s fine. Just come with me. They’re all ready for your big superhero entrance.”

Getting there was a long hike. For some absurd reason, Bruce had decided to put the time travel machine smack in the middle of a dense forest, and it took quite a while, even in his super suit, to reach the destination.

“Peter? You ready?” Bruce (Professor Hulk) asked. He put his big green hand on his shoulder, and Peter felt something break there.

He suppressed a cry and said weakly, “Yeah.”

“You sure about that? One of us could do it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Bruce gave a soft smile and led Peter over to the launching pad.

“So what do I have to do again?” he asked.

“Just stand there. Make sure you’re holding the stones and the hammer. You need to return those things at the exact time they were taken. If you don’t, it’ll-”

“Create another timeline, I know. That’s all I have to do. Just return the stones. To the right time. Okay, let’s do this.”

He stretched out his hands and legs and went to go and stand at the pad. Surveying the crowd, he caught a certain someone’s eye. Steve took off his hat, bowed down, and smiled at him. He gave a small thumbs up to Peter, reassuring him that this was the right decision. Peter cleared his throat, nodded a few times, and gave Bruce the signal.

“Five… four… three… two… one.”

“How long will it take?” Sam asked. “I need a break.”

Bruce looked at his monitor in confusion. Typing something into it, he showed Sam the calculations. Sam just raised his eyebrows.

“I’m not some science genius. You’re going to have to explain it to me.”

“He was supposed to come back in two seconds. He should’ve been back by now.”

“What?” he asked, although there wasn’t anything he could do, and he knew that. Steve smiled a bit and turned around to face the wilderness. Unfortunately, this action did not go unnoticed by Bucky. He lunged towards him and pulled him up by the collar. He raised his eyebrows to his hairline and gave Bucky a bewildered look.

“What did you do?” he threatened. Steve gave a smirk and raised his hands, surrendering. He shrugged (which was really hard, given Bucky was still holding onto his collar), and slowly took Bucky’s hands off of him. Once they were completely off (and into his jacket’s pockets), Steve huffed.

“I did nothing, Buck. It was his decision, not mine.”

“Will you tell us where he is?” Sam asked, coming up from behind them. Steve simpered, looking Sam straight in the eye.

“No, I’d rather not.”

“I know you did something you little piece of-”

December 16, 1990 || New York City

The streets of New York City were bustling with people trying to do last-minute Christmas shopping, the shops illuminated with strings of Christmas lights. Although the rain dampened the mood (in more ways than one), the crowd hurried from store to store, trying to acquire the perfect gift for their friends and family, brightening the otherwise bleak scene.

The women, clad in their voguish outfits of pantsuits and tinted oval sunglasses, directed their tired husbands to different toy stores, presumably to buy a set of some knick knacks and trinkets for their children. The little boys and girls dragged their mothers and fathers to various windows, pointing at the numerous playthings propped up in the front.

The teenagers, dressed in baggy sweatpants and flannel jackets and too many chains to look good, looked bored as hell, and were smoking in some neglected corner in the adjacent alleyway. They laughed, sending puffs of smoke billowing into the atmosphere, seeming so carefree in that small moment.

Muffled conversations could be heard throughout the streets, though no one was paying much attention to the stifled voices, choosing to focus on the more fortunate aspects of life. A man, speaking into his phone in hushed whispers, hugged his briefcase tight to his chest and sent out panicked glances if anyone came in close proximity to him. A woman, an unlit cigar hanging from her mouth, clutched her handbag, a small purse dog whining in it, and grinned at any unsuspecting young man that came near her. A young couple, looking like they were physically connected to each other, walked along the jam-packed street, sneaking in kisses as if they weren’t allowed to be seen in public with one another. There were, in total, at least a few hundred people in that small street, all trying to get away from the stress of day-to-day life.

Although it was a lighthearted scene down on the streets below the towering skyscrapers, the rain poured down onto the throng of people, the immense clouds covering the full moon, giving the place an eerie aura.

In an alleyway off to the side of the square, Peter dazedly woke up, scratching his eyes, just recovering from the gripping experience of time traveling. He had returned the infinity stones to their particular places and time periods. The soul stone to Vormir in 2014, the Tesseract to that old SHIELD laboratory in 1970, the time stone to the Sanctum and the Ancient One in 2012, the power stone to Morag, the Aether to Asgard in 2013, and the mind stone to the oblivious Hydra agents at the Avengers Tower in 2012. So, as you can see, it had been a really long day for Peter.

He groaned and raised his hands, only to find them covered in dirt and some wet, slimy substance he couldn’t remember the name of. It wasn’t just his hands; the whole alleyway was covered in this substance.

“Ew,” he groaned, making sure not to be loud, so that the horde of people wouldn’t see him. That would cause multiple complications in Peter’s plan, probably resulting in him being sent to an orphanage because they couldn’t find his parents. It could also be more drastic and he could end up in some government facility because his name wasn’t on any of their rosters. He might also have been classified as an alien, and that would definitely thwart his mission.

The pitter patter of the rain woke Peter up from his delusional fantasy, and, putting his palms on the damp, muddy ground, he stood up. Tip toeing out of the alley, he surveyed his surroundings in order to make sure no one was watching him, and wandered out onto the street. People shouldered their way through the crowd, always looking behind their back to see if someone was following them. Peter did the same, though for different reasons than them.

He walked along the street for a while, getting whisked away by the crowd. There wasn't really a place to go for him right now, so he just wandered around, window shopping (though he had absolutely no money), trying not to think about the past Christmas he spent with Tony, eating food until they threw up, and opening the presents they gifted each other, Rhodey, Pepper, and Aunt May.

There were a lot of… characters on the road. Some of them smiled at him very creepily, staring at him as though he were something enjoyable to eat for supper, and others were confused as to why a child, dressed up in a weird suit without his parents, was solemnly walking along the boulevard - Halloween had passed two months ago, and it was now Christmastime. One couple was kind enough (or evil enough) to hand him a Hershey’s chocolate bar. Not those bite-sized little ones that Peter used to get from Delmar’s or that one grocery shop in Queens. This one was king-sized. It could’ve lasted Peter at least a month if he were back in Queens in his apartment.

A sense of dread overtook him. The mission. He couldn’t fail it. No, he had to prove to himself that he was ready.

But what if he wasn’t?

He pushed his way through the mob of people. They stared back at him, eyes wide in shock. He didn’t care. He sprinted all the way across the road to the other side of it, shoving away the people who got in the way. He reached the empty wall, feeling the bile rise in his throat.

He puked onto the wall. The people moved away from him. His heart pounded in his chest. Blood throbbed in his ear. Holding onto the wall, he sobbed. The world seemed to turn fuzzy, and everything he saw was distorted, as if he were in a VR game that was malfunctioning. The wall in front of him turned wobbly. Instead of a straight wall, it was now a curved structure. The ground underneath him seemed to give out. He was falling. He was falling to his death. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t call for help. No one wanted to help him. Another round of bile seemed to erupt from him, and he puked even more of his lunch onto the wall. The world was ending. The world was ending, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He couldn’t save people from dusting. It was his responsibility to save them. People were counting on him, and he let them all down. He let Mary and Richard down. He let Ben down. He let Aunt May down. He let Mr. Stark down.

He could hear people in the distance, calling for help. He also heard an indistinct sound of laughter. A familiar sound. This sound, unlike the multiple other people screaming, he knew. He knew this sound.

“Mr Stark?” he mumbled from force of habit, pausing to throw up for the third time. All the sound ceased. The tears didn’t, though. They continued flowing in wet, fiery streaks down his cheeks. He could see the crowd make a partition, though his vision was seriously warped. A teenager, probably around his age, walked through the space. He could hear the crowd whispering and pointing at him, although the other man paid no attention. He had to squint his eyes to see him, choking back a sob. He couldn't embarrass himself more than he already did. He cried violently, and the man crouched down and cocked his head to the side. Almost, but not quite, as if he was observing him. As if he was some experiment in a glass cage.

He sobbed harder, and he retched, wishing something would come out so the man would move away from him. The man just tilted his head to the other side and squinted his eyes. He looked at all the other people and shooed them away, and they obliged. Peter and the man were left in solitude, a small sort of bubble forming around them, giving them some peace and quiet.

“How do you know me?” he asked in a low, menacing voice that made Peter cry even more.

“I don’t know!” he bawled. “I’m sorry!”

The man picked Peter up by the arm and looked him straight in the eye. He couldn’t see well through the tears in his eyes, but the man looked truly scary. He heard some shouts in the background, cheering the man on. He grunted and threw Peter onto the ground, walking away to his group of friends.

Peter tried to pull himself up, but, through his severe panting and sobbing, he could not sit upright. He then resorted to lying on the murky ground (on which there were some questionable substances). Gasping for air, Peter tried to calm down.

Key word: tried.

The tears never stopped flowing. The memories didn’t, either.

Memories of Mary and Richard. Of how his last words to them were, “I hate you!”’ before they boarded that damn plane.

Memories of Ben. Of how he died in his arms, bleeding out from the gunshot wound, while he couldn’t do anything to save him.

Memories of how he left Mr. Stark for five years. Five freaking years. And, just as he came back from the dead, Mr. Stark had to go and sacrifice himself for the universe.

Lying there, on the ground, the crowd walking around him to avoid stepping on the child, he fell into a deep sleep, unbothered by the disgusted looks thrown at him by the supposedly “posh” people of New York City.

[clownistyping]

If that's ok with you, can I have some tmnt headcanons or scenario(whatever you think works best) where Leo is suspisious of Mikey's new female friend and he actually manage to make her cry by practicly interogating her about her 'intentions' with his brothers? How would Mikey (and maybe other two) react to that?

I made this a wittle sad and have a small cliffhanger. Whoops

Leo watched as you and Mikey played Mario Kart for the third hour in a row. This time instead could be spent training, meditating, or maybe even some family bonding. But no, Mikey wants to waste his time with. With you! 

"Oh, bathroom break dude!" Mikey stood and stretched, you did the same. 

"Please remember to wash your hands this time, Mikey. I can smell them if you don't." 

"Psh whatever, dude. Just don't cheat while I'm gone!" He said as he scurried off to the bathroom. 

You shook your head with a laugh and placed the controller on the table, taking a deep breath as you stretched again you started to feel relaxed. Until you felt eyes staring you down. 

Slowly you turned around and went stiff when you noticed Leo staring you down from the kitchen doorway. 

"(Y/N)..." he said and you felt cornered, you and Leo have never been close. 

With the others you can be yourself; with Raph you two can have your playful arguments, and with Donnie you both can discuss anomalies and the supernatural. While Donnie finds the theory of ghosts completely false, he literally cannot disapprove the theory about aliens..since..yeah..

But Leo, he's always been distant from you, you would try to speak with him but he would push past you and do his own thing. When he did speak to you it was short, mainly to tell you and Mikey to quiet down. 

So with his almost threatening glare faced right towards you, it made you feel like a scolded child. But still you spoke, 

"Hey, Leo..um. how's your day so far?" You asked as you cautiously sat back down. Leo stepped forward and spoke, 

"Why does it matter? You're here for Mikey, not me." He said and you were suddenly confused. 

"Wha-" 

"What are you even doing here, (Y/N)? Besides mooching off my brothers video games and pizza. What?" 

"Leo i-" 

"I mean, that is all you two do. You play, you laugh, you talk. But what is the reason you're actually down here?" 

You opened your mouth but again was cut off, 

"Is it to watch us, and report back to your leader? To keep track of our schedules to know when is the best time to commit a crime? Which is it?" Leo leaned closer towards you with each word and as you tried to get away you were cornered on the couch. 

"Or is it to get close to Mikey and then take us down one. By. One." Leo almost growled towards you and from this strict tension you felt your eyes water. 

How could Leo possibly think of you like that? You've been nothing but kind to the turtle clan and he does this? But..you can't seem to argue back. 

"Woah, Leo! Making a move o-" Mikey stopped mid sentence when he heard you let out a silent sob. 

Leo stood up straight, you took that advantage and grabbed your bag and then ran. You couldn't let your best friend see you cry, especially if it was his brother that started it. 

"Wait (Y/N)! Leo what the hell did you do!?" Mikey yelled as he tried to chase after you, only for Leo to grab his shell. 

"Mikey she was getting too close, you don't know her intentions." 

"Well I sure as hell know yours, let me go!" Mikey argued and tried to pull away only for Splinter to interject. 

"Boys." The rat spoke sternly making the brothers freeze. 

"Sit." The two sat on their knees and heads bowed, 

"Sorry for bothering your zen, Dad." Mikey muttered, he rubbed his arm nervously. 

"Do not apologize, Michaelangelo. You are not in the wrong." 

"I am." Leo spoke and Splinter nodded, 

"I have taught you to be suspicious of strangers, Leonardo. To be cautious of the unknown." Leo nodded, 

"But (Y/N), was no stranger. She was a friend." 

"Was?" Mikey said his voice with worry, 

"Correct, I am afraid that Leonardo may have caused your friendship to be in the past now my son." 

Mikey could feel his lip quiver, his closet friend is gone? All because his brother doesn't know the difference between friend or foe. 

"Mikey-" Leo started but Mikey shook his head, 

"No way Jose, don't even start!" Mikey said and he wiped his face, 

"I can't have anything nice in this family, huh? How would you feel if I just broke our friendship?" 

Leo scoffed, "We're family, you can't do that." 

"Well so was (Y/N), and now she's gone!" Mikey yelled as tears fell and Leo felt his chest ache, he hurt his little brother. 

"I expect to see (Y/N) again soon, boys. Goodnight." Splinter said, the boys broke their stares to bow to their father. 

"Goodnight, father." 

Mikey stood up first, he looked at his older brother and shook his head, 

"I'm going to find her, even if you don't like her. She's the only one that understands me nowadays." Mikey muttered the last part as he left towards a manhole. 

[theimprobabledreamersworld]

Yaay! A new chapter of My Past Became Our Future! 

I’m going to apologise now, it’s a heavy one... but it was so interesting to write! I’ll admit that I had to stop writing a couple of times because I was making myself cry slightly :’) It’s the beginning of the end for the story and I can’t thank people enough for supporting me. I would never have expected it to reach nearly 500 hits on Ao3 <3

Warnings for: fight scenes, weapon use, angst, violence. I’m only going to post a very small section of the chapter under a keep reading line!

Read Chapter 13 of My Past Became Our Future on Ao3

Taglist: @psychedelicships @jwillowwolf @lost-in-thought-20 @stardustlv

I’m also gonna very quickly promote the other story I’m writing with the wonderful @red-imeanblue! It’s a WandaVision AU with the Sanders Sides called ‘We Will Say Hello Again’ :) 

Read ‘We Will Say Hello Again” from the start here!

Chapter 13: I Know This Isn’t You.

Warnings: Fight scenes, Violence, Weapons.

“No promises. No demands. Love is a battlefield.”

“What? Logan, it’s me. Your husband.” He pointed at the ring on his finger, the ring on Logan’s finger. Logan stepped forward and froze for a moment, looking down at his finger in confusion. Almost like there was an alien entity clinging to his finger.

“I don’t know who you are. I belong to The Family.” Logan’s eyes narrowed and Thomas muttered several curse words under his breath. He stepped closer, and Patton began to laugh maniacally once again while clutching his bleeding arm.

“I didn’t think it would actually work! Well done, Remus! I get my final job after all.” Patton was clapping his hands and Virgil looked at him in genuine confusion. He tilted his head and Patton pretended to pout at him.

“Awwww… does wittle Virgil not understand?? I told you the rules, you kill him and come back to me or I get someone else to do it. I didn’t really want someone else to do it… so the next best thing was to force you into it! I knew Thomas and Nico were too sentimental for this.” He tutted while looking at them, both had their heads bowed in shame. If Virgil wasn’t so scared and angry, he would have reassured them that this wasn’t their fault. Patton tutted, drawing the attention back to him.

Read the rest on Ao3!