#thank you to those of who you might've noticed but didn't say anything by the way

[katethecrazy]

nothing quite like realizing you haven't posted your art since may and no one has said anything… i mean, i never should've expected anyone would, it's not like i have that many followers, most of them are probably just spam accounts, but still… it kinda sucks…

maybe i'll post my art here again, but we're kinda having sad boi hours rn

[urinarythreatinfection]

Hi, I really like your work with Sanji! Can I request a fanfic where the reader is a person who didn't get love from his parents as a child, but only money? The reader is a woman, if anything! How the reader will try to show her love to Sanji is your choice! Thanks in advance!

This was a bit hard at first but I ended up getting into it eventually. It might've turned out a little more angsty than I thought but I felt like it worked really well. If you aren't at 1053 i'm really sorry I put it in there bc it worked really well too.

Insecure Love

Sanji x Fem Reader. Angst/comfort and some fluff. Major Spoilers for episode 1053. 2740 words.

Sanji adores you, you’re perfect to him. Beautiful, amazing, talented, everything. You are the best woman he could ever wish for. Sometimes he even lays awake at night thinking of the memories the two of you have made, goofy smile on his face he’s so enamored. There is one problem though, just a teensy one, you’re not at all affectionate. You don’t stop him from being affectionate to you, but you don’t exactly reciprocate or initiate. Instead, you give him gifts, which was nice at first but he started to feel a bit conflicted about it the more it happened. He would rather get love from you rather than a material good you’d bought somewhere. What’s worse is that the gifts have stopped, it’s almost always just money now.

“Here.” You say blankly to Sanji while he’s cooking, handing him cash. He spots you and his eyes trail to the berri in your hand, a small frown on his face. “Is it not enough?” He jolts and quickly shakes his head.

“No, that isn’t it. Thank you.” He forces a smile and takes it, pain in his chest. Your boyfriend tries so hard to make you feel loved, cooking for you, complimenting you, showing physical affection, but all you do is hand him cash like payment for a service; like his love was simply something nice you pay him for. He’s tried refusing it before but you had gotten upset, putting it away with a sad expression until he agreed to take it. Now you look at him as he pockets it, telling himself he’ll use it to buy ingredients for a dish you’ll like. After he puts it in his pocket he hugs you, kissing you for a bit before pulling away. “I’m going to finish cooking soon, my love, would you like to stay here?” His eyes are expectant, hoping you’ll stay, but you shake your head.

“I’ll leave you to it, you should focus.” With that, you leave him alone in the kitchen. He looks at the ingredients he was chopping, the money you gave him weighing down his heart. Is this really so one-sided? Has he just been bothering you this entire time? Maybe he’s just a toy you can play with, a music box that sings for you when you put money inside. Those thoughts crowd his head as he cooks until he accidentally lifts a hot lid with his bare hand, burning his skin; but before he can go to treat it... it heals on its own. The cook grits his teeth, clenching his fist. What a creepy ability. He puts his head in his hands and takes deep breaths, it’s okay, he loves you, you’re still together.

“Are you alright?” Robin asks him as he sets food down in front of the girls, including you, completely spaced out.

“Oh, sorry Robin-chan.” He snaps out of it and smiles at her. “I’m doing okay.” The cook leaves to serve the rest of the crew, steps noticeably heavier than normal. The women watch this, then look to you.

“Did you two argue or something? What’d he do?” Nami asks, ready to defend you, but you shake your head.

“I don’t know, I thought he was okay earlier, I handed him money and he accepted like normal.” You’re confused, and they both look at eachother.

“Like normal..?” Nami asks again.

“Yeah, I’ve been giving my allowance to him since we started dating. I know he sometimes struggles with food budget so I like helping out.” You explain and the two girls stare at you.

“(Y/n) what have you been doing so far in your relationship with Sanji?” Robin questions you and you start to talk, explaining that you’ve been getting him gifts since you both started dating; but you ran out of ideas on what to give him so you’ve started to give him money when he makes you happy.

“Wow…That’s horrible.” The navigator states, starting to pity Sanji.

“Like a sugar baby?” Your jaw drops slightly at Robin’s comparison and you quickly shake your head.

“A sugar baby!?” You’re shocked but start to think about it. “Wait, is that what he wants?”

“Obviously not!” The navigator snaps at your obliviousness. “He basically collapses the moment a woman does something for him but you’ve just been giving him money?”

“Wouldn’t you like that though?” You point out and she frowns.

“That’s different.” She considers money an okay gift for her, though even she would get annoyed if she had a lover that would only give her money and ignore anything else. “Plus you hardly show him affection, I thought it was just your guys’ thing so I didn’t say anything but you’re clearly bumming him out.”

“I haven’t refused anything from him though, and I don’t get mad at him for flirting with other women.” The navigator sighs, mentally facepalming, this isn’t working out. You’re too oblivious and Sanji’s too much of an idiot to tell anyone something’s wrong, much less a woman he loves. Robin comes up with something.

“Tomorrow you should come to our room at noon. We’ll assist you” You tilt your head, confused, but agree.

That night, Sanji heads to bed still sad and only getting worse. He can’t sleep, he’s been having trouble doing so since that happened. ‘She was there, she must’ve seen.’ An unnatural thing, becoming the same type of monster he always despised. You must’ve fallen out of love with him, that’s it. He can’t blame you, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t digging a hole into his chest. He curls up into a ball on his bed, grasping at the sheets next to him like you’ll be there.

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The next morning goes as it usually does on the Sunny. Sanji wakes up early to make breakfast for everyone and when they wake up it’s time to eat. The difference now is that Sanji seems off, tired, he doesn’t yell at Luffy or Zoro and his happy comments towards Robin and Nami aren’t enthusiastic. When he sets down your plate in front of you you look up at him, trying to scan his face if he’s sick. He awakened late so it would make sense if his Germa genes weren’t as strong, maybe he’s gotten sick? You’re worried and so is everyone else, except Luffy who doesn’t notice until after eating. He almost says something but is promptly elbowed so he keeps shut. He means well but mentioning it right now will make things worse, plus, the girls have a plan.

Afternoon finally strikes and you walk into the shared girls room, they aren’t there. 'Maybe I came too early?’ You think to yourself, checking the time to make sure it’s noon. Suddenly you hear footsteps and the door opens, revealing Robin, Nami, and your boyfriend. They push him inside and he spots you, looking shocked; but before he could ask what’s going on the door closes. He tries the doorknob but it’s locked, switched so the lock is on the outside.

“Don’t even try unlocking the door or breaking it down. You aren’t allowed out until you two communicate.” Nami states and footsteps are heard fading away. You stare at Sanji’s back, his hands on the wooden door. Does he not want to be with you alone with you this much? Usually he’d be excited to have time to spend with you.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him and the cook turns quickly, not prepared for this. He isn’t ready yet! He still needs to prepare his heart for the breakup and practice his apologies for you falling out of love. “Sanji..” You reach a hand out to him and he flinches, pressing his back against the wall like he’s afraid of you. He’s scared to be touched by you, scared that when you feel his skin you’ll retract from fear and disgust from the steel-like flesh. It isn’t right, these misunderstandings cause pain and you bite your bottom lip. What are you doing wrong, what did Nami mean by saying what you were doing was horrible? You step away from him and turn around, the both of you too insecure to speak. Fortunately, being trapped in this room will force you to.

‘She can’t even bear to look at me.’ Negativity clouds his judgment, irrational thoughts filling his mind. “I’m sorry.” An apology, it sounds guilty. This must be a sign.

‘He’s breaking up with me…’ There’s too much stress, him avoiding you, being told something is wrong, and now this breakup. The dam of stone formed by the years of trauma starts to crack, tears dripping from your eyes. Sanji doesn’t see it, but he can hear your shaky breaths. It causes his eyes to widen and his worry for you overpowers his instinct to pull away.

“Mon cœur!?” Your lover walks to you and scans your teary face, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“You don’t have to call me that,” His heart breaks, you’re breaking up with him so he would have to stop calling you that. Your next words confuse him, though. “I know you don’t want to.” …He doesn’t want to? Sanji blinks a few times, why would he ever not want to call his everything what she is?

“What are you talking about? I-”

“Stop forcing yourself!” You yell and he jolts. “It must’ve been hard. Your love for women made you stay with me for so long but I know you don’t love me. Being hesitant about my gifts, not talking to me as much, and you're starting to look tired too.” You step back and put your face in your hands. “You must be staying up late thinking about how you could break up with me.” He stands there, shocked. Him… breaking up with you? The perfect woman completely out of his league? Tears flow from your eyes faster and he tries to make sense of it all, his brain so focused on his own faults that the thought of you being insecure of yours is unable to cross his mind.

“Do you mean the berri you’ve been giving me?” He manages to put together and you nod. He continues to think. “You… it wasn’t payment to you?” He doesn’t know what else to call it so he settles with that word.

“Payment?” You wipe your eyes and sniffle. “Is that why you’ve been staying with m-”

“No, nonono of course not. I thought..” Sanji quickly interrupts you, stopping that thought. This is different from what he thought was going to happen, but it still hurts to speak his mind when it only reminds him of what’s wrong, well what he thinks is wrong. “I thought you were giving me those things as payment because you didn’t want to pay attention to me. So I wouldn’t bother you, that my love was just a transaction.” He says the last part more quietly and your heart drops. This is familiar, you’ve felt this exact way before when you were young. Going to your parents for love and only getting money in return to shut you up and get you away. You start to shake and cry harder.

“I-I, I didn’t know. I’m sorry..!” You’re just like them, but Sanji doesn’t care; hugging you.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” He’s already forgiving you and you haven’t even explained anything.

“No, it’s n-not okay.” You say while shaking your head, it’s nerve-wracking to talk about your past but you choose to. For him. “I… I thought I was doing the right thing. That I was different from my parents who would give me things instead of love, I always made sure t-to never tell you to go away or reject you but I ended up making you feel the exact same way I did!” You pull away and cover your face. “I’m horrible!”

‘The same way she did?’ He processes what you said, what’s happening. The struggle of trying so hard to be different from family only to end up like them is something he knows as well. His hand goes to his chest, pressing down and feeling almost completely dense skin instead of the regular squish of flesh; just like his brothers. “You don’t think I’m a monster…” You quickly shake your head. “Why didn’t you say so? Are you sure- I mean you never wanted to be with me!” Whenever he was cooking or if he went shopping you would just give him money and wave him off.

“I..” You think about that, then start to get embarrassed. “I didn’t want to bother you, what if I get overly clingy and get you mad?” Sanji hears this and it’s like weight has been dropped from his heart, but hearing you say this so insecurely still makes him slowly sink to the ground. “Sanji?”

“Bother me.. being clingy.” Gods, he would do anything to have you cling to him when he’s cooking or shopping. “You could never, ever, not in an eternity, ever bother me by being ‘clingy’”

“But don’t you get busy? You work so hard cooking and when you’re out shopping you’re talking with women, wouldn’t I make it awkward if I butted in?” He hangs his head in shame, the few times that you’ve agreed to go shopping he has flirted with other women; but he had assumed you didn’t care. In a way, he would do it on purpose hoping to get a reaction, even looking back at you. Anything to show a sign you loved him, that he wasn’t a toy, but all he was doing was making things worse. This lack of communication was only causing pain to you both. How could he ever make this up to you? He was already unworthy and now he had dared to cause such suffering to the love of his life. “Baby…” You crouch down and cup his face so he’s looking at you, his eyes are teary.

“I hurt you.”

“We ended up hurting each other.” You wipe his tears with your thumbs. “Do you still want to be with me? Even if I've been messing up?”

“I should be the one asking you that, treasure. My love.” Sanji hugs you, pulling you close to him so you’re on his lap. You can feel his hesitance, the fear that you’ll pull away because he’s different now, but you don’t. Instead you press closer to him, lifting your head up to look at him. You don’t really initiate kisses, so you’re nervous as you place your lips on his. He’s only shocked for a moment before he kisses back, resting his hand on the back of your neck. This is the longest series of kisses you’ve had, almost a minute before you have to pull away. “S-Sorry, I’ve gotten better at holding my breath lately.” A bit awkward it’s from something he dislikes, though.

“So I don’t have to worry if I kiss you alot?” You ask and his pupils basically turn to hearts.

“No, you don’t.” Before you two can kiss again there’s the sound of the door unlocking, making you quickly get off of Sanji’s lap as he stands up so Robin and Nami don’t see you in an awkward position. They almost think that nothing has happened but seeing the two of you clearly panicked changes their mind, making Robin smile.

“It went well, then?” Robin chuckles happily as the two of you flush. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Sanji hums as he cooks, a good mood from making up with you so amazingly. His ears perk up when he hears you come inside, not needing to look to know it’s you. “I’m almost done, my love.” He states as he expertly flips a steak. You don’t say anything, which confuses him but before he can turn around he feels your arms wrap around him and your body press against his back. His girlfriend, who hasn’t shown real affection until yesterday, is clinging to him while he cooks. Is this a dream?

“Don’t turn around, I’m still a little shy.” You say quietly and it echoes in his mind. Shy… shy… Gods, you’re too cute. His face goes red and he falls to the side, blood seeping from his nose. “Sanji!?” You manage to stop him from slamming fully onto the ground, shaking him. He’s in heaven, this is heaven.

[artemis32]

bnha, a hero reader with a yan who doesn’t think the reader should be a hero (world too dangerous etc etc). how would they stop reader from performing hero duties?

platonic (??) yandere All Might x reader

All Might, all the way. This man is anxious and the definition of a helicopter parent

Also, I'm getting to all my asks, so thank you so much to everyone who sent one in! <3 if you've literally ever sent me an ask or request, I promise, I see it, I'm getting to it (I don't hate you, promise)

bnha masterlist

This man is such a hypocrite. He shouldn't care this much about one person - one student.

You're old enough to make your own decisions, old enough to decide to be a hero. You're a good hero. He just-

He can't handle it.

This isn't a situation he's faced before, and he has no idea why it's different with you. Usually, he doesn't care. Hell, usually he's the one encouraging kids like you. Mirio and Izuku are prime examples of that, and Izuku was even younger than you are now when he was pushed down that path, so there's no good or even logical reason to excuse the way he's feeling now.

At first he tries to distance himself, tries to completely ignore you, convinced that will pull him out of whatever funky headspace he's in.

When that inevitably doesn't work, he ends up hovering like some damn helicopter parent, playing it off as a concerned teacher, eager to guide an impressionable youth.

It works for a while. Sort of.

People pick up on it eventually - fellow faculty, other students, you. He doesn't notice, or care, honestly. His methods, crude as they are, work, and if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Except, his methods aren't exactly as full proof as he thought, and that becomes glaringly obvious when you're away on an internship and word gets out a few days in that you were hospitalised after a particularly gruesome fight.

He blames himself more than anything else - probably more than he blames whatever low level villain hurt you either - something he might've discussed in therapy, if he ever actually went.

Once you return to classes, he only becomes worse. Days pass, then weeks, and he feels like he can hardly breathe when you're not within his direct line of sight. There were far too many what-ifs when he wasn't around, and, in an admittedly spur-of-the-moment decision, he snatches you off the street.

Well, snatch probably wasn't the right word. He, truthfully, just asked you to accompany him to... somewhere. Not that he remembers. He was a mess of anxiety, thinly veiled by terrible jokes and loud laughs, and none of that really even mattered anymore since you were safe now. Safe, and here, with him.

Of course, when he ran out of things to say, ways to stall, you quickly realised that dear old All Might did not, in fact, want heart-to-heart. And damn him if the fading trust and slight sliver of fear in your eyes didn't wring his heart out in his chest.

But he was doing what was best for you! You'd see that, eventually. He was doing his job, as a hero and as your mentor. He was number one for so long for a reason. He was older than you, wiser than you, and he knew what was best.

So what if you were scared for a little while? A little fear was healthy every now and then. It kept the youth respectful.

He was a hero. What good was a hero if he couldn't protect people? Especially the people he felt odd, warm, protective feelings for?

And, yeah, okay, maybe he hasn't exactly worked out all the semantics of your stay yet, but that was irrelevant! You were safe, and he'd cross those bridges when he got to them ('those bridges' being the fact that he was the top pro hero who regularly left the city, the country, for days, sometimes weeks on end - or the fact that, sooner or later, people would realise you'd disappeared off the face of the earth).

Yeah. Semantics.

The point, young one, was that you were safe! There was nothing safe about hero work. And, okay, maybe he might tell you small white lies to keep you complacent - 'this is part of the course', 'yes, of course you'll get to go home soon', 'mhm, yes, your parents know you're here, who do you think approved this?'

Lying to you is easier than telling the truth. It may make him a coward, but it makes you a fool too. You obviously don't believe him, but what would you do? How were you, a random teenage girl with an alright quirk, going to beat the number one hero? You weren't.

He handles you with the utmost care, like a puppy, or a piece of fine china. But God forbid you bring up the topic of hero work, never mind trying to escape. Sometimes he forgets his strength. And after the first time, hurting you doesn't weigh as heavily on his conscience as it used to. When he said he'd do whatever he had to, to keep you safe and by his side, he meant it. And if that means hurting you? So be it.

[bonny-kookoo]

hi bonny! i love the “I Like You” couple so much!! and i'm loving the drabbles as well 🫶🏻 so for them can i ask if they had a misunderstanding before and who tries to speak to the other first? thank you in advance! 🫶🏻

AN: This is set VERY early in their relationship (about three months in). The timeline can be checked in the masterlist, where all drabbles and parts are listed in order of story progression, not in order they were posted in :)

"Hey, Jungkook?" You ask as you're both sitting on his couch in his apartment, watching a movie together. He hums, but doesn't avert his gaze as the scene captures his attention still. "You know you don't have to be together with me, right?" You ask, and at that his eyes widen, as he scrambles forwards towards the low coffee table to fetch the TV remote, pausing the movie.

"What?" He asks, absolutely bewildered and now wide awake again, as you shrug.

"Like, Just cause I asked you out, and like you, doesn't mean you need to be together with me." You say. "I'm fine with being just friends, too-" You start, but he shakes his head, confusion written all over him as he looks at you through his glasses.

"What- are you talking about?" He wonders, a bit unsure now. Do you not want to be with him? Is he too boring for you? Or is it something else?

It's a huge insecurity of his.

He doesn't really do dates, doesn't know how to take you out or anything, because he himself doesn't like being out in public all that much. He isn't such a social butterfly like you are, he can't really even call and book a table at a restaurant if his life depended on it, considering he doesn't even order his own food if there's no app for it.

Maybe you realized that he's just.. too gray and boring for you. Too strong, too intimidating, too gross, who knows. He wouldn't even be mad. He's been called out on all those things before, after all.

"I just feel like.. I might've come off too strongly on you." You say. "Just.. Jimin had talked to me about being a bit more gentle with you, 'cause you've had bad experiences in the past and so I've been trying, you know?" You try and explain, leaning your head against the backrest of his couch. "But like.. I don't know. You've been kind of distant with me for the past few months, and you know, when you're together it's supposed to be the other way around, usually." You say, and Jungkook sighs.

"Is that why you suddenly told me you didn't want to go to that concert? Because I said that I don't like big crowds?" He asks with a bit of disappointment, and you nod. "I asked you twice if you were really sure-" He whines, but you whine back just as much.

"I didn't wanna push you!" You complain, finally breaking it seems as your eyes begin to shimmer. "Like, I don't know, lately I've been feeling like shit cause I never wanted to make you uncomfortable but it feels like I do!" You explain yourself. "Like, maybe we both, just don't work as like, a couple, and that's fine-" You start, but he shakes his head, mouth already open as if to find a second he can use to chime in, but you're not letting him. "-I can stay your friend and all, I really don't mind! But I don't feel.. like, loved, at all." You sigh, and at that, he's silent for a moment.

He appreciates your honesty, always has ever since you two met. So even though it stings, hard, at least he knows what the problem is.

"What can I do to make you feel loved?" He asks, almost scared even, and you shrug.

"No.. I don't want to like, give you guidelines so you can make up a persona that fits my expectations." You shake your head, arms wrapping around yourself for comfort as you sit up, looking around. "I think I should.. maybe leave-" you start, but at that, he reaches out, takes your hands.

His entire body is running cold at this situation. You're leaving him- and he doesn't want you to. Not now, not ever.

"No no no I'm not letting you." He shakes his head, and you notice how he's holding your hands. There's no strength used at all to hold them- his grip is non-existent, as if you're gonna break if he used just a tiny bit of muscle.

He's been like that with you for the entirety of your three-month journey by now. Careful. Hesitant. Always on edge.

"I just don't know what to do." He confesses, looking down at where his thumbs are running over the backs of your hands. "I.. really like you, I really do, I just.. don't know what you want from me." He worries.

"I just want you to love me-" you start, but he groans in frustration.

"I already do that, but it's clearly not enough!" He barks out angry at himself. "I'm not.. I wanna like, call you cute shitty nicknames like Jimin does too, but what if you don't like them?" He rants. "I want to go on dates with you but I don't know what things you like. I want to buy you things but I've got no clue what you even own already in the first place. I want to, you know, hug you and kiss you but what if I do that in an odd situation where I wasn't supposed to-" He says, and your shoulders droop at that, before you pull him closer, and peck his lips.

"You're not gonna break me, buff guy." You joke tenderly, smiling. "Let's just make a deal." You say, sitting cross legged across from him now, fully facing him. "Pinky promise!" You threaten, holding one of your pinkies out- and he hesitates for a moment. "I'll love you how I love you- and you'll love me how you love me. All you've been doing was to try and figure out what kind of acting role you're supposed to play, and I don't want that. I don't want some weirdly warped shapeshift-shit." You scold gently, moving your hand closer. "I just want you." You say, and he chews on his lip nervously.

"What if you won't like me?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I already do though! I wouldn't have asked you out if I didn't!" You say. "I do like you- you're just being mean all the time cause you hide yourself." You complain. "I can't promise you won't end up hurting. Cause that would be bullshit- we're gonna end up hurting each other one way or another, cause we're people, and people suck." You explain. "But I want that version of you too, you know? I want you sick, I want you being weird, I want you angry, I want you boring-" You confess, and his eyes begin to sting from the way he has to hold his tears back. "-I want you all strong, and manly, and handsome-" You say, leaning forward to peck his cheek. "-and I want you weak, and crying, too."

"Okay." He nods, though his voice cracks as he clears his throat, trying not to look too vulnerable, his pinky interlocking with yours in promise. "...thank you." He offers, and you giggle, before playfully tackling him to lay back on the couch, legs thrown over his waist as you bury your face in his chest. "You can't see the movie like that-" He starts, but you shake your head.

"I don't care about the movie anymore." You sigh happily, arms squeezing him closer a bit. "My boyfriend is way better." You giggle, emphasizing the word 'boyfriend' for your own amusement.

And he can't help but grin, and hold you as well, for the first time actually using some strength. Not because he's scared you'll still leave him if he doesn't, but because you said that he won't break you- and because he knows, you'll tell him before that could ever happen.

He trusts you, after all.

And he wants you to trust him too.

[suzukiblu]

Been looking through your assorted aus page and the link for "weird amnesia Timberkon"/"for the game young" is broken (as in, the tag does not appear to exist). It seems like you put a lot of time into that page so I figured you'd want to know (and also selfishly I am very interested in finding out what weird amnesia timberkon entails)

WHOOPS, my bad, messed that one up. Should be all fixed on the page now, though! Oddly I only seem to have one teeny lil' snippet up for that AU, to my surprise, could've sworn I'd posted more? Sooooo as thanks for catching that busted link for me, have a nice big chunk of the WIP behind this read-more, hah.

So Superboy is apparently an idiot. Then again, whatever, if Bernard were an indestructible telekinetic half-alien he would probably also not worry too much about looking subtle in his civvies or maintaining a secret identity, and also it's been a while since he's heard anything about the guy doing any active superheroing anyway so maybe Superboy is just assuming that the entire planet somehow forgot about his teen heartthrob superhero posters and all those close-up high-def publicity shots of his very public face and whatever? Oh, and also that one time that he literally fucking died to save the whole freaking world and the big ol' memorial statue. Statues? There might've been two, come to think. 

So maybe an idiot. 

A very hot idiot, though. 

Well, whatever, Bernard figures, taking a sip of his boba tea and idly watching Superboy check out his boyfriend from the far side of the cafe like he's a sad puppy in a shop window who just wants a little love. Tim is looking at his phone and appears oblivious to Superboy's existence. 

Bernard assumes Tim's doing that thing where he pretends to not be Robin, for obvious reasons. That thing remains adorable but is getting increasingly less convincing as time goes on. Like, he really doesn't know what Tim actually thinks he thinks he does in his downtime? There is no logical reason for a civilian to be either as ripped or as scarred as Tim Drake is, but part of being Tim Drake's boyfriend is pretending to be oblivious to those facts and also never questioning his flimsy excuses to run off at a moment's notice or disappear during a crisis or whatever else. 

Bernard tries to figure out how to politely extricate himself from the situation for long enough for Tim to go check up on Superboy, because Superboy very clearly needs to be checked up on. Unfortunately he went to the bathroom like ten minutes before the guy walked in all sad-puppy so the obvious option is out, and Tim knows damn well he isn't gonna call his parents for anything less than a full-on emergency, and his friends it'd be weird not to just text, and . . . fuck, he doesn't know. He needs an angle here. 

"I'll be right back, babe, just gotta duck into the bathroom real quick," Tim says, glancing up from his phone with an apologetic smile. Bernard relaxes slightly. Okay, that works, thank you, Bat-planning. Superboy can just follow Tim back to the bathroom and they can do whatever superhero sidebar they need to do back there. 

But then Tim gets up, gives him a peck on the cheek, and heads back to the bathroom, and Superboy . . . doesn't follow him. 

The hell? 

Bernard represses a frown and takes another sip of his boba. Superboy continues not to follow Tim. He just sits there at his own little table with his completely untouched drink, looking like the saddest puppy that has ever sadded. 

Bernard is mystified. 

Are they having a fight, maybe? Is Tim ignoring Superboy because of that, not the secret ID stuff? That seems weird and not very Tim-like, fighting or not. But Superboy's in Gotham and came into the cafe after they did, so he can't be the one avoiding Tim. But also he didn't follow him to the bathroom when presented with the very unsubtle opportunity to do so, so . . . what the hell? 

Weird. 

Bernard takes yet another sip of boba and keeps watching Superboy. Superboy seems oblivious to said watching, but he guesses the guy is pretty famous and is a very public superhero and is always doing impressive shit and all that, so he's probably used to being watched. Oh, and also he's stupid, stupid hot. 

Bernard cannot imagine being this used to attention, but apparently Superboy is. Bernard, of course, is not a punk idol superhero built like a porn star and a supermodel had a threeway with a bodybuilder. So like, that particular bit of mental dissonance probably makes sense and all. Life experiences are not universal, and all that. 

Especially not when the life experience one is comparing oneself to started in a cloning tube. 

Well, it's not like it's a burden for Bernard to have a free pass on checking out a hottie while he waits for Tim to come back from, presumably, waiting for Superboy to come and talk to him. Which Superboy is just . . . not doing, still. Inexplicably. 

Still, sad puppy or not, Superboy's civvies look damn good on him, so that's something. Bernard's enjoying them, like as an aesthetic experience and everything. Superboy's wearing an unbuttoned red flannel shirt with rolled-up sleeves over a very tight black tank top and even tighter light wash skinny jeans that are bafflingly intact, considering the fact that a dude with Kryptonian-level super-strength is currently vacuum-sealed into them. 

Does tactile telekinesis work on skinny jeans? Is that a thing? Like, are Superboy's jeans currently indestructible? 

That sounds amazing, actually. 

Also, those buckled-up black leather boots he's wearing look like they could straight-up kill a dude, Kryptonian power-assist or not. And the shiny mirrored sunglasses and ridiculous multitude of even shinier gold piercings all suit the guy, somehow, and even without looking like too much. 

Relatedly, Superboy's tank top is very, very tight. 

Also relatedly, his nipples are apparently pierced. 

And so is his belly button, it looks like. 

Ngh. 

Superboy's vacuum-sealed jeans are not quite tight enough for Bernard to figure out if he's got any below the spike-studded belt piercings, but his imagination is happy to fill in the blanks there. He's tempted to ask for Tim's theories on the existence of any such piercings, because yeah Superboy has super-hearing but Bernard has no shame and Tim logically should know, buuuuut he's still pretending not to know Tim is Robin so yeah, probably he shouldn't do that. 

He could start a new conspiracy board for it, maybe. That'd be fun. 

Superboy also has leather cuffs on his wrists and mismatched rings and necklaces and a really hot fade haircut that is noticeably windswept, and really, really looks like something that Bernard would like to see somebody dig their fingers into. Just–look, there's curls. Bernard cannot be blamed for curls. 

And he's trying not to eye the cuff bracelets too much, but they provide very nice inspiration for a certain style of kinky thoughts. Not that Superboy couldn't snap basically any set of cuffs that wasn't made of kryptonite or promethium or like a magical kryptonite-promethium alloy or whatever without even trying, obviously, but like, somehow the thought of the guy having to restrain himself more than anything else makes the whole mental image hotter? Like, somehow? 

Bernard pictures Superboy wearing a pair of cheap flimsy sex toy handcuffs and trying very, very hard to keep himself in them while someone else takes very careful inventory of all his piercings, wherever and whatever they all just so happen to be. 

Jesus. Yeah, there's a thought. 

Is it weird to consider flirting up your boyfriend's superhero bestie while he's badly pretending to be a civilian, Bernard wonders? Is that a thing? 

Probably, but he still has no shame and is also in an open relationship, so whatever. 

Hell, who knows, in retrospect maybe Tim actually arranged this setup specifically for Bernard to get an eyeful of his work crush. Like, Bernard always felt like Robin and Superboy had some significant UST going back in the day. Maybe Tim wants to finally do something about that, and the setup idea sounds like a very "Bat" approach to doing said something. And it'd explain why Superboy didn't follow Tim to the bathroom and maybe even why he's coming across kind of anxious right now, if he's trying to psych himself up to come over or something. Like, if he's nervous about making a good impression, though Bernard cannot imagine why he ever would be. Well, not like Supers are known for their undercover skills, so . . . 

Either way, if that's the plan, Bernard is very fine with it, so he decides to go find out for himself and picks up his drink to head over and chat the guy up. Worst case scenario, he’s just gotten his hopes up a little, he figures. Best case, he’s putting Superboy out of his “oh god, how do I do undercover” misery. 

"Mind if I sit?" he asks, and flashes Superboy a grin as he gestures at the empty seat at the other half of his table. Superboy looks weirdly startled, like he somehow expected to go unnoticed despite being a literal superhero who is also unspeakably hot and is also wearing very, very tight clothes that he's this close to busting out of. Like, at least half a dozen girls are actively checking him out right now, as is the dude behind the counter and the old guy on the sidewalk outside who’s busy badly pretending to be reading the outdoor menu board instead of checking out Superboy’s ass through the front window. 

So yeah, Bernard really does not understand that apparent assumption. 

Come to think, maybe Superboy has some self-esteem issues or something. Bernard admittedly might also have self-esteem issues if he were Superman's clone. Then again, if he were Superman's clone, he would look like Superman and also be very aware of how Superman himself looks, sooooo . . . 

Seriously, "younger and sexier punk rock Superman" is not a vibe that Bernard can imagine going ignored all that often. Or ever. 

“Uh–what?” Superboy says. 

“I’ve been temporarily abandoned by my boyfriend and I’m easily bored,” Bernard clarifies politely, though obviously Superboy was staring at Tim long enough to have noticed said abandonment the moment it happened. “So, mind if I sit?” 

“I–sure?” Superboy says, looking nervous. Bernard puts another tally in the “too bad at undercover work to follow the Bat-plan” column. Whatever, the guy’s trying his best, he’s not gonna judge him. 

There's a pin on the inside of Superboy’s flannel, Bernard notices as the other shifts awkwardly in his seat, and is vaguely puzzled by the sight of it. Like, it's just a little thing and he doubts he'd have even seen it if he weren't in this close to the guy, but . . . 

Just–yeah. Little pin. Just like a cheap little round button, like the kind that comes out of the dollar bin at all sorts of random stores. And it's hidden inside Superboy's flannel, mostly, but it's definitely got the S-shield on it. 

Bernard is perplexed. Even in Gotham, it's not like it's weird to see people wearing Superman merch. So like, why is Superboy hiding that?

“Cool,” he says as he files that away as a little oddity, and takes the empty seat. Superboy continues to look nervous. Bernard continues to work on figuring out if his weird Bat-boyfriend who he’s not supposed to know is a Bat set him up on a blind date with his superhero bestie. The nervousness supports the theory, anyway. 

Man, this dude really is even prettier up close. How was he Tim’s bisexual awakening with this guy around and in close quarters with him? Like, he’s flattered, don’t get him wrong, but also maybe Tim has some vision problems and he should get that checked out before it inconveniences his nightlife. 

"Sooooo like . . . what do I call you?" Bernard asks, peering across the table at him curiously. "Because the obvious option seems like a bad idea, obviously.” 

"‘The obvious option’?" Superboy stops looking nervous long enough to look confused instead. 

"Yeah?" Bernard says, cocking his head. Superboy cannot possibly think he’s being subtle here, so . . . "I mean, I assume you don't go by 'Superboy' when you're dressed like that. Like, that's the whole point of being dressed like that, right?" 

Superboy stares blankly at him. Bernard cocks his head the other way, now officially the confused one. 

"What?" Superboy says. 

"Okay, sorry, this is the thing where you-know-who still insists on pretending he's not Robin, isn't it," Bernard realizes, which he really should've realized would be a thing from the start. He supposes that makes sense even with Superboy’s total lack of subtlety, though, superheroes probably do have to really commit to that thing. Especially ones who work for Batman and Superman. Or . . . just around Superman, maybe? Bernard is not fully clear on that particular superhero hierarchy. "My bad. So, uh, what do I call you, because there is obviously no obvious option. Obviously.” 

"You . . . recognize me?" Superboy croaks. 

"Uh," Bernard says, brow furrowing in bemusement at the very weird expression the guy's currently wearing. "Yes? No offense, you're kind of recognizable. Like, do you even have a secret identity? I mean, you're a clone, right, and I know you were just doing the full-time hero thing in at least Hawaii, so I actually have no idea if you ever bothered making one up or not?” 

"You recognize me," Superboy chokes, just staring at him, and then bursts into tears. 

. . . well, that can't be good.

[a-mint-bear]

Your Secret Admirer

Female Yandere x Reader

Part 1

The story of your secret admirer and how she fell in love with you.

[tw: suicidal ideation] - it's vague but it's there.

Part 2

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She'd been alone for some time.

Her father traveled for work, she could count the number of times he'd been home and seen her in the last ten years on one hand. Her mother had been more attentive when she was younger, from what she could remember, but that stopped pretty abruptly when her younger brother had been born. He had a lot of health problems and spent a lot of his childhood in and out of hospitals, their mother stayed by his side. She didn't really know him, and he didn't know her.

Between her father's job and her brother's health, she had attended a new school every couple of years. When she finally felt settled, every time, they would pick up and move again. She stopped trying to make friends fairly early on.

She made sure to never cause trouble and worry her family. She was always the perfect daughter. Never underfoot or in the way, even when she wanted her family's attention more than anything.

No one to cry with when things got hard. No one to nurse her back to health when she was sick. No one to celebrate her birthdays with her. No one to say good morning or good night to.

No matter how good her grades were or what she achieved, they never looked her way. They didn't need to check in on her; she was their healthy child, the one who never caused any trouble, who could take care of herself. She knew they loved her, but she couldn't remember the last time they had actually told her so, or even showed her. Her mother had her brother and her parents had each other, there was no one who was only hers.

She had always been on her own.

Even when she'd started college, every day was still so meaningless... nothing really mattered. She never found anything she wanted to be or do... She found herself just going to her classes day after day, never speaking to anyone, just because she was... supposed to, to stay out of the way.

Then, that day, she was walking to her classes when everything just... stopped.

She couldn't take it anymore. Why should she keep going? There wasn't anything for her to look forward to anyway... She couldn't bring herself to take another step. What was the point? In any of it?

If she were to disappear, how long would it take her family to notice? There wasn't anywhere meant for her... no one to look to... and a future that was getting harder and harder to picture herself in.

If she walked off and kept on walking... would anyone even notice? She wanted the world to stop so she could just... breathe.

She was so empty, it physically hurt.

The world slammed back into motion when she was suddenly knocked to the ground. There was a stinging, throbbing pain on the side of her wrist.

And there you were.

You were apologizing over and over, saying you weren't watching where you were going. You hovered with a worried look as she got up, she was still kind of out of it.

When you saw that she had scraped her hand on the concrete in the collision, you reached out without thinking. When you took her hand in yours, she couldn't breathe. You led her to a nearby bench and sat with her, getting into your bag. You got out a surprisingly cute bandage and stuck it on, still apologizing and fussing, but all she could focus on was your touch.

It jolted everything awake inside her. She was hyperaware of everything. The way the sun hit your eyes, the smell of your shampoo, the nervous lilt in your voice as you kept on apologizing.

And your warmth. She was in awe at it; it had been so long since she'd felt another person's warmth. A kind voice, a comforting look in their eyes.

Everything about you filled that empty space.

You asked her if she was okay, and those words finally broke through.

"Yes." she nodded, suddenly aware of how rude she might've seemed. "Thank you... for helping me... um?"

You just smiled and told her your name. It sounded so... right.

She told you hers back, and to you it was something so inconsequential. An accidental meeting between two strangers not likely to ever meet again.

But to her, it was everything.

You flashed one more warm smile and gave one last sincere apology before standing, and it took everything in her to not ask you not to go. But that would be strange, right? She was just a stranger to you, you didn't owe her that. But she wanted so badly for you to stay.

And when you were gone, all she wanted was to see you again.

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The next day, you were on the same route. She watched from a ways away, trying to figure out what your day looked like, when would be the best time to come and see you again... But the longer she watched, the more she found herself... nervous? She'd never felt this way before.

If she said the wrong thing, or made a bad impression on you, she was afraid you would look right through her, like everyone else did.

Look at me.

It became her mantra. It repeated over and over in her head as she watched you, she uttered it again and again like a prayer as she fell asleep to thoughts of you. She poured the words like a blessing into everything she made for you. It became her fondest wish.

She had daydreams of you. Always of you seeing her again. In some, you smiled and called to her. When you said her name again it would fill her with such warmth. In others you looked at her with disgust and fear at discovering how she'd been following you. She was surprised to find that he latter option gave her such a strange thrill.

As long as you were looking at her, it didn't matter to her with what intention.

She left you gifts. Little things to guide you back to her, when the time was right. She wrote her thoughts in love notes she would slip into your bag or leave where only you would find them. She left a bookmark with pressed baby's breath flowers in the book you checked out from the library. They were small and didn't stand out among other, brighter flowers, but staring at their tiny, delicate blossoms made her feel... something. She wasn't quite sure what. She'd taken flowers from the same branching stem, set them in resin, and made them into a necklace as something like a matching set. It made her feel close to you, in her own way.

You used to spend what felt like forever looking over the things she left you, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with surprise or confusion, but always something behind your eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

But after a while, you started to ignore the things she left you. No surprise or raised eyebrows, or funny little smiles at her clumsy poetry. Not even annoyance or disgust at finding yet another trinket she'd made you or the all-too-personal fantasies she'd left in a note. Just...

Nothing.

You just left them where you found them and kept going about your life, like it didn't matter. Like she didn't matter.

You couldn't see her anymore.

It left her feeling sick.

She cried and screamed in that empty house, where no one heard her. Just another place where she wasn't really... there. You'd become such a comfort to her, but now all she could do was sit alone with her thoughts. She skipped her classes, she couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep, but there was no one to notice. No one to care. She was spiraling down into something awful. She started thinking of all the ways she could get your attention again, none of them as pleasant as the gifts and notes like before.

Love her or hate her, anything was better than the cold indifference that stabbed through her heart, ripping out every piece of you and making her empty again.

She couldn't go back to that. She refused to feel that horrible ache again. She made a plan. It was time for you two to reunite, no matter the consequences.

"Just you wait..." she smiled, holding her necklace tight, gently caressing the smooth surface under her thumb. She held it to her lips as her mantra ran through her mind over and over again.

"You'll finally see me..."

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an anon asked for a longer story for The Secret Admirer yandere girl

Original Yandere Girl Types post

[lcvesjj]

how about some fluff and comfort with jj and reader where the reader is a part of the team but, for whatever reason, essentially overworks herself to the point of getting really sick and jj takes care of her nd pampers her

Title : Overworked - Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Reader

Warnings : reader gets sick/overworked??

Summary : When you get overworked your girlfriend is there to help.

A/n : I haven't written anything in a while so sorry if this isn't that good. thank you for the request and I hope this is what you had in mind ☺️❤️ sorry for any mistakes I might've missed 😀

You knew overworking yourself was not a good idea. But you had so many reports you needed to fill in today, so you didn't really think about how dangerous for your health it might be. You were too focussed on finishing those reports to think about eating or sleeping. All you could think of was finishing the reports so that you could go home and spend some time with your girlfriend.

JJ noticed how you were constantly working and rarely sleeping, which worried her a lot. 

After you nearly fainted from exhaustion, she decided enough was enough and after watching you complete one of the reports on your desk she walked up and hugged you from behind, squeezing you tightly. With a small tired smile you leaned into her touch.

“C’mon let’s get you home sweetheart- you’re exhausted and you look sick. And you also nearly fainted today. And I’m not going to argue about this, you need some rest Y/n.” JJ said softly while grabbing your go-bag and the rest of your things. “But what about-” Before you could even finish JJ interrupted you saying “I already talked to Hotch and we have the next week off, since he agreed that a small break would do us both some good. So c’mon let’s get you home so we can cuddle and watch some movies together- I’ll even let you pick what we watch this time.” She laughed with a small grin on her face.

Getting up from your desk you also smiled at her, JJ was right- you were exhausted and you needed a break.

After you both got home, you kicked off your shoes and coat and with a tired groan you collapsed onto the couch making JJ smile at you. “I’m so tired.” You mumbled into the pillow that you were laying on. “I know Y/n/n, that's why I asked Hotch to give us a week off. So that you could rest and recover, since I can see that you’re sick and exhausted.” The blonde replies while sitting down next to you.

Soon JJ managed to convince you to take a warm shower to relax and soothe your aching muscles, while she ordered some takeout. And she was right- after the shower you felt even more relaxed and a little less tired.

Seeing you walk back into the living room JJ smiled and patted the couch next to her, walking over you sat down and smiled leaning your head onto her shoulder. “Are you feeling any better now Y/n? The takeout should be here soon. I hope you’re okay with pizza.” She said while softly rubbing your back. “Much better, thank you Jayje and pizza sounds amazing honestly.” You said and leaned into her touch. JJ smiled in return and pulled you in closer, wrapping her arms around you.

When the pizza arrived, you both started eating while watching some romantic comedy that you had picked out. With a small smile you looked over to JJ who looked very happy and relaxed. Noticing that you were looking at her, she leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. Laughing at how cute she was, you wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in closer. “I love you so much JJ.” You whispered into her ear with a small grin. “I love you too Y/n/n.” She smiled back, pressing a small kiss to your lips. 

JJ was smiling widely, since she loved spending time with you and just being able to relax, since you both worked a tough job. Being an FBI agent wasn’t easy and it was draining- both mentally and psychically. So it was very nice to have some time off from the job.

Soon after you both fell asleep- and for the next few days all you and JJ did was relax and watch some movies and spend time together. Which was like a huge relief from the job and all it's troubles.

[punsmaster69]

4/FEB/20XX

"OKAY, SO YOU WON'T GO OUT..."

"BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM INVITING EVERYONE ELSE HERE! NYEHEHEHE!!"

feeling better, but didn't wanna go out anywhere public today. didn't feel like being around strangers, so papyrus just invited all our friends here.

they're doing karaoke.

right now frisk is belting...

"NEEEVERRMINDD I DON'T WANNA KNOoOOWW~!"

...something.

i don't recognize most of the songs they've queued up, but it's entertaining to see who can hit high notes. equally entertaining is seeing who can 𝗻𝗼𝘁 hit high notes, instead hitting voice cracks.

they powered through it, but flowey certainly didn't let them live it down afterwards.

"It's a hard one to get, okay?!"

"HA! Puberty voice."

"I am not 'puberty voice'!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"That was the voice crack of the century!"

"It wasn't THAT bad-"

"Would you really rather blame it on your skill rather than something else?"

"....Nevermind. I think it was puberty voice."

flowey snorted. frisk shot him a dirty look.

"I'd like to see you do better, petalface."

he cackled.

"Absolutely not!"

"Why? Ya scared?"

"You think I wanna participate in the ear-destroyance party here?"

"Bok bok bok."

"No way in hell am I singing!"

"CHICKEEE-"

"Children."

toriel gave them a stern mother look™ and the two quieted immediately.

"Be nice."

"Frisk, you did wonderfully."

"Thank you."

they gave a smug look to flowey. he rolled his eyes.

——

"nah."

"Why not?"

frisk pouted.

"i'm monotone while 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴. you really think my singing's any better?"

"I would at least like to hear you try."

tori gave me a gentle smile.

"speaking of things i'm not good at, trying's one of those."

"If you duet with Papyrus, nobody'll even be able to hear you."

flowey motioned to my brother, who was queueing more songs with undyne and alphys.

"Aw. A bros duet would be cute."

"Please, Sans?"

"........"

(sigh.)

"papyrus. you wanna duet something with me?"

socket widening.

"R-REALLY?!"

"yeah."

"ABSOLUTELY!!"

"you pick the song."

——

The low notes of Sans' voice balance against his brother's in a nice way.

His eyes keep meeting with my own, and it feels more and more intentional with each time.

But, perhaps not, as he snaps his eyelights elsewhere the moment he realizes the contact is happening...

Sans certainly seems to be leaning on the fact that his brother is so powerful with singing to cover up his own.

I understand. The only time I myself have sung much tonight is behind Frisk's voice.

Everyone in the room seems to be stunned by how well the two skeletons performed.

Frisk is requesting for Sans to do a song alone, and he's simply shaking his head in response.

"nope. one's good enough for me."

A part of me wishes to ask for a solo from Sans as well, but we have already pressured him into one.

Ah, well.

Perhaps some other day.

I suppose I should return this now.

——

it's definitely an anime song that alphys, undyne and papyrus are shouting together.

noticed flowey nodding off during all this. somehow.

"(He stayed up late last night.)"

"(doin' what?)"

"(Playing a game.)"

flowey jolted back awake with a particularly loud lyric shout from undyne. an annoyed look was shot, but he didn't say anything.

i swapped seats to be right next to him. he gave me a dubious glance.

"What?"

"i'm going to bed early."

"Congrats. You want a big send-off or something? I'll get the fanfare started."

"kinda looks like you should go to bed, too."

"....."

"I don't look like I need ANYTHING."

"my door's pretty good at soundproofing for the most part."

"..Fine. Just to get away from this ruckus and save my hearing."

he didn't seem as irritated with being set on my nightstand as i thought he would be. flowey might've even fallen asleep before i did.

[frickingnerd]

stuck in li garte prison

pairing: eunie x gn!reader

summary: your desperate attempts to break out of prison before the eclipse only got you injured, so eunie tries to heal you

"leave me alone–!!"

eunie was just trying to help you, but after everything that had happened, you couldn't accept her help. you were too focused on your own failures to accept anyone else trying to help and make you feel less miserable. and so, you tried to push her away, hissing those words at her like some wild animal, only for eunie to step closer anyways. 

"you're hurt!" eunie gently rested a hand on your arm. "inside and outside…"

in response, you simply huffed at her. you knew you couldn't deny it. but you couldn't accept it either. 

"just… sit down for a moment and stop being so stubborn, alright?"

the eunie you knew would've hit your arm by now and called you an idiot. despite how blunt eunie was right now, she wasn't completely herself. being locked away like this had gotten to her as well. she couldn't annoy you or crack jokes anymore. who knew if she ever could again. 

you sighed and sat down, just like eunie commanded. you didn't want your last few days together be spent arguing. 

"i can't do a lot without my weapon, but i can do a bit… but it might hurt!"

just as eunie said those last few words, she suddenly yanked your arm, causing you to cry out in pain. 

"what the hell–? how is that supposed to–"

"you dislocated your shoulder while hitting those bars and now it's in its place again. the others might've not noticed, but i'm a medic!"

you really couldn't hide anything from eunie. you lowered your head, still mumbling to yourself, though eunie could hear the quiet "thank you" that slipped from your lips. 

"if you want to repay me for my kindness, you could take a break for once. i know our time runs out soon, but i don't want things to end like this. i don't want you to torture yourself until then…"

eunie stared at you, but you didn't seem to want to say anything in return. just when she got up again, deciding to give it up, you opened your mouth again. 

"i… i'll think about it"

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 4, Episode 2

Time for episode 2!

Two weeks ago according to Ethan later on, since he probably didn't waste too much time in Detroit, he's wearing the same outfit after all so he more than likely bailed that night

Ethan really is a sweet pea and I love him but god do I love writing that temper of his, I don't do it often enough yet between all the fun and smut and heartbreak and angst

I went to rewatch this bit for any details he might've filled in but nope, whole page is empty ;w; thanks Reprisal. Also laughing at Ethan literally leaving everything behind apart from this outfit and a single bar of chocolate. I love the detail that Horn makes its way into pretty much every title, it's a reoccurring bit

Again I was so not paying attention to anything when Johnson wasn't on screen that first watch that I completely missed that she gave him this front and center 🙃 what a jackass I am

I need to know what this means. It was never brought up again, not even when they met up. My guess is that it's supposed to be like 'look at this and feel reassured that I'll get you out' but the take that it could also mean 'show this to someone and they'll help you' is also interesting, but it's probably the former since everyone thinks she's dead and I doubt she has any friends left considering they think she started a war oop

He will be getting rid of this eventually and that's a promise

This is unforgiveable. It's also funny to me that both Ethan and Matty cry but Johnson, the man played by David 'He's Workin' Those Eyes' Dastmalchian, doesn't. Do you know how hard it is to write scenes where he's sad but doesn't cry cause he's Johnson? Extremely.

It's been pointed out before but Johnson is just straight up gone and Ethan is in his place lol like at least get him a stand-in if David had to be gone for the far shots

I still cannot believe that Bash made me imagine this. This line is so fuckin wild

Even Matty got worried when Bash started doing his thing he was not ready for a fight here

lmao Gary in his sunglasses trying to look intimidating, imagine Johnson trying that, it's not working for you bud

This one's a double, cause not only does this say that Doris taught Ethan how to come down from his panic attacks (which makes me cry) but it's also the super rare time that any amount of time is mentioned. It was so incredibly difficult to work out my timeline for this show that I had to grab the one single date shown (ep4) and move entirely around that based on what everyone says, when the boys go on a run since it takes 11 days (ep5), and when their outfits change

This isn't a detail or anything I just wanna say I love writing their scenes since it lets me really get into Ethan's head while he's hearing her actively push away everything he's saying. I kinda made him way more self-aware in my fic because of that, but having him be aware but still trusting her enough to rationalize her actions in real-time is a lot more fun to me than blind trust

I love this line so much lmao there's so many lines I passed over because I watched without the subs, like I just thought Bru was eating the ham pie like that because he liked it but nope he gets them 'runny' so he can 😂 I also like the detail how they had Ethan order four, so either one is for Johnson or Matty's having two lol

That's the one thing that lets me down in this show, Johnson keeps disappearing for no reason ;w; he should always be by Matty's side even without me knowing they're dating so let's just imagine he ducked inside to grab more drinks or he's using the bathroom and he'll just be right back, hence the fourth pie 👍

Can everyone please stop hitting Matty 😭

Matty just going 'mm' and then getting back to eating lmao he's so fuckin cute he doesn't even care, there's also no reason for him to be sitting on the table and hunched over his food like a gremlin he's gunna make me kiss him what who said that

Well I reached my limit trying to talk about their last scene so I guess I'll see you tomorrow to wrap up ep2, who would've thought such a short amount of scenes would need two posts? 💛💙

[writinggremlin]

Self Intro V. 2.0

Almost done with the updated masterlist let's gooooo poggies babagaboosh!!! In the meantime, here's a little bit about me (again)!

You may call me Gremlin (The Soup Hoarder Keeper works too). My pronouns are she/they, with no preference between them. You can stick with she/her, you can stick with they/them, or you can casually change it every other sentence, I don't care. Hell, if you're feeling extra zesty, you can even change them out mid-sentence too. "She decided that she was going to eat their lunch at the park today." Are you still talking about the same person, or somebody else entirely? Who knows! (Tip: The more cursed you can make it, the more bonus points you can get!) For the minor dni blogs, my current life level is 20. If that's all you've come here for, then have a nice day! My current hobbies include: writing (ofc), daydreaming about what I'm going to write, reading (but not my own writing, that's guaranteed to make me cringe /j), going on walks that are way too long, going on bike rides that are way too long (this was written before The Incident (TM)), going to the library, and... existing?? I guess??? Life is my favorite hobby!! :D!!

Tropes I Enjoy:

Delirium/Half-Conscious/Dazed

Mind Control/Hypnosis/Brainwashing (I guess you could say that I tend to... lose my mind over this stuff!) (No. I'm not getting rid of this pun. You can't make me. Fuck you *runs away*)

Drugged/Spiked

Sick/Fever

Fainting (Get some of that myoclonic jerking in there too and you immediately have my full undivided attention)

Hypoxia (Those hypoxia simulation chambers that are typically used to train pilots. Give. Me.)

Just about anything that involves a Whumpee's mind going blank, numb, and quiet. That is the feral soup.)

Lab Whump (Still a little tricky to write, but we're improving)

Starvation/Restrictive Eating Disorders (I feel that it is important to note that this blog is not centered around this topic, and that I support and encourage recovery from such an ordeal. If you are recovering then first off, I am proud of you, second, please be careful browsing my blog and following me, as I may post triggering content from time to time. I will be sure to tag appropriately, but I still advise that caution be used here. Feel free to block me if need be. Thank you.)

Pushed to the limit, and then some. Doesn't matter who's pushing who.

Tropes I Don't So Much Enjoy:

I don't really have anything in terms of triggers, but there are still some topics that I don't exactly feel comfortable reading and writing.

Sexual Non-Con (I just feel squeamish reading it. Gives the heebie jeebies)

Oddly Specific/Unorthodox Gore (Yanking teeth, scooping eyeballs, pulling out entire finger/toe nails, etc. Anything along those lines also heebies my jeebies)

I tend to stay away from kink in general, especially in sickfic and emeto. I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with kink stuff, I have no qualms about it existing. I'll support you guys from the sidelines, and even maybe rb a kink fic if it hits the right notes. But overall, kink just isn't really my thing; it's not really what I come here for, y'know? YKINMKATO 👍 (thumbs up)

Well, now that I've made you read this far, it's time for me to hit you with the juicy juice. I have OCs. I have many OCs. You might've already noticed this, but if you didn't, now you know. I also have a couple different original realms/dimensions too. One is a cluster of floating islands in the void, and the other is a liminal space. No-- not that liminal space -- though the Backrooms is a cannon place here -- but this liminal space doesn't have an uncanny feeling about it at all, sorry to disappoint. It's a liminal space in the fact that it's a space between universes; a nexus, a bridge, a crossroads. Which universes does it connect to? Well... I don't want to spill everything right off the bat here! Guess you'll just have to wait and see for yourself. Anygay, I will be writing with these characters and occasionally use those settings, but be aware that any plot and development will most likely be shown through blurbs and bits, and not a central series. Well, at least for now. There might be a thing or two currently in the works teehee.

Check out my OC Information post for more information regarding the gang! (Currently bare bones scaffolding. You'll probably learn more about them from checking their post tags, which are linked in the info post. I infodump in the tags a lot lmao)

If you have any questions about the characters, the universe, or even for me myself, feel free to send in an ask!! Asking me to infodump is fully welcomed and wanted here, I swear my day will be made. So don't be shy, I don't bite! Kage and Ember probably would though, so be sure to wear your padded gloves around those two.

And I think that's about it! I can't wait to show you all my favorite pathetic lil wet fucks! Hopefully you'll become just as excited about them as I've been! Until then, I'll be seeing you around! Thanks for reading all of this, and I hope you have a lovely day/night/life! Stay safe!!

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(this one's kinda long again, woops 🥸)

Faintly rolling her eyes, she, very lightly this time, hit his arm, "The one who stutters, which will be you, will have to clean the other person's hut. All of it."

She had nearly forgotten that Hiccup did have a sword that was able to ignite some flames, making her slightly stumble in finding the right words to speak back before she tried to give an unfazed response; "Yeah, well, that won't stop me." Especially if her dad was around - although, she chose not to say that part.

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Freya glanced at Hiccup, thankful that he was willing to intercept if anything did happen, "I hope you know what you're doing, then." She sighed, trying to release all of the tension she felt through the long breath, "If Ayla is here, she'll definitely say nothing but positive things about you, Mr. Nice Guy."

Turning back to the door, she lifted her hand up to it, hesitating one more time before she finally knocked, waiting for someone to open it. Much to her surprise, it didn't take long for the door to open, although it seemed hesitant at first, only to be abruptly swung to the side, allowing her to see who answered:

Her mother.

"Freya?" She mumbled, stepping back to let her in, only to see Hiccup by her side, "Hiccup?" She questioned, her voice much louder than before, "What're..you doing here? Did something happen? Does Gothi need more herbs?" As she continues to fret, she didn't notice her daughter lightly hit her forehead with the palm of her hand.

Freya knew that her mother, Yrsa, was a, somewhat, helper to Gothi. She'd often volunteer to go out and gather the necessary herbs she needed whenever she was running low, mostly because she loved exploring nature. That gave her the excuse of being gone from home so often, as she also helped around the village with nearly everything she could put her hands to work with; whether that'd be sowing, baking, helping in the Great Hall, and probably a few more chores that wasn't listed.

It was a silent understanding, at least for Freya, that Yrsa would use that to try and avoid the disputes between her and Ragnar - ever since it started as she began to grow into her teenage years. She distanced herself as a way to cope with what she was feeling on the inside, making her less present most of the time - even if she was physically in the room with them.

Freya hadn't realized she was getting caught up in..those thoughts again until Yrsa cleared her throat, making her look back up at them both with a puzzled blink of her eyes, "Huh? Oh, sorry, uh..what happened..?" She held her hands behind her back, lightly fidgeting with them as she watched her mother sigh and move away from the door for them to stop in, a delicate smile on her lips while she spoke: "You and Hiccup got some news to share with me and your father?"

How long was she dozing out for? Freya tried blinking away the fog that clouded her mind as she nodded, quietly telling Blaze to stay outside as she stepped inside, smelling the signature porridge Yrsa usually made. "Hey, uhm, where is dad anyway--" She was quickly interrupted by none other than her father himself as he came down the stairs with heavy steps, his presence being impossible to ignore as he did so.

"Freya?" His azure eyes flickered to the Chief's son next to her, a brief amount of surprise sparking in them, "Hiccup?... What's going on here?" He wasted no time in making sure to stand beside Yrsa, while also being in front of his daughter as she continued to fidget with her hands that were still behind her back, speaking in a tone that wasn't as booming as her father's might've been: "We just...wanted to tell you something very.. important." She motioned her head slightly to the table before she finished, "Can we, uh, sit down to talk about it..?"

Ragnar looked between them both in suspicion for a moment, silently agreeing with a stiff nod. Meanwhile, Yrsa tightly gripped her husband's arm as she suppressed a grin, having an idea of where their conversation might be headed while they walked up to the table, sitting down across from Freya and Hiccup as they looked on expectedly at the two. That only made Freya all the more nervous as she tapped her knees underneath the covering of the table, "Well, uhm, I thought it was.. necessary to let you both know that.. me and Hiccup are.." She briefly glanced at him, internally trying to calm down the fast beating of her heart, "..a couple now. We discovered our feelings for each other and.. decided it was best to move up in our relationship."

She mentally winced, hoping her choice of words didn't sound so..cheap. It was silent for a passing second...all until her mother sprang up from her chair, a delighted grin on her face as she clapped her hands, "Oh my! I never thought that I'd see my daughter in love with the Chief's son! Oh, isn't this great, Ragnar?" She excitedly tapped her husband's shoulder, not yet seeing Freya's cheeks get dusted in a shade of red at her comment.

"W-what? Mom, I--" Her words proved themselves to be useless as Yrsa continued her joyful ramblings, while Ragnar sat dumbfounded in his seat, his eyes widened at the sudden information that was thrown their way. Freya took the time to try and hide the blush that was most likely visible on her face, leaning back further into her chair as she shook her head.

Clearing his throat, her father shook himself out of the shock he was in as he ran a hand through his short black hair, "Wait, you're meaning to tell me, that you...like Hiccup? In that way? I thought you weren't particularly..fond of him." His questions made Freya even more embarrassed as she assumed that her ears were red as well at that point - because she could feel it. Thankfully, her hair was covering them, though.

Furthermore, Ragnar's statement made her question herself. She acknowledged that she had started to like him..but was it real? Was what she felt..real? Or was she using that as her own form of a coping mechanism - similar to her mother? Freya knew the hatred she absolutely held for Hiccup at one point, making her despise the thought of even considering being his friend; the moments of seeing him prosper in uniting Berk with the dragons they now so dearly loved, while she was forced to recognize her areas of failure in the process.

And yet, there was something in her that changed. Something that sparked within her every time Hiccup willingly went out of his way to help her - including when she still treated him with little to no respect. She was reminded of when he had given her his pencil at the island they found, something so small like that threw her off guard, even if it was for a second. Why he had chosen to help her all of those times when she didn't deserve it, she didn't know, but that definitely grabbed her attention.

Unknowingly so.

Taking a small breath in, Freya gave her answer, also silently speaking out what she thought was true inside of her heart: "..Yes, I do. And I know I...used to hate him before..but.." She slightly glimpsed at Hiccup before setting her gaze on the table, still tapping her knees, "..A lot has changed over the course of us spending more time with each other...I guess."

"We're talking about who stutters when we have to hold hands, right?I wouldn't sound so sure if I were you when it comes to victory. You know what they say about pride..."

"Either way, it's a deal."

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"I do my best."

He had to suppress a smile, finding that he rather enjoyed that new nickname. Mr. Nice Guy, to him, was much better than her calling him Dragon Master.

Hiccup was a little surprised that Freya elected to knock on her own door instead of letting herself in. After all, she did live there...

But, he chose to keep quiet, knowing she was feeling nervous.

When her mother saw him, he gave a small nod hello.

"Oh, no, Gothi didn't send me, as far as I know, she's fully stocked."

Why wasn't Freya saying anything?

"--Uh, a-actually, I'm here with Freya, there's something we wanted to tell you, and Ragnar, if he's here?"

Looking over at Freya, his brows knitted together in concern. Her mind seemed elsewhere...and now was not a great time for that.

Any concerns were mostly put to rest when Freya spoke up once more, though now he had some of his own nerves take it's place when Ragnar seemed to suddenly appear in the doorway.

Hiccup looked between Ragnar and Freya, looking for signs showing that he might need to change the subject, or find a way to get Freya out of here. But, aside from slight discomfort, things seemed to be going...okay so far.

Following them inside, he sat down next to Freya, trying to ignore her father's gaze.

He's faced a lot worse than Ragnar, so Hiccup had no trouble keeping calm.

Moving his own gaze to Freya, he wondered if she wanted him to say it instead of her, she'd been quiet for so long.

That, and she was doing that tapping thing again. By now, Hiccup could tell it was a nervous habit.

But then she spoke up, and as she glanced over at him, he did his best to give her an encouraging look.

Hiccup was facing her as she spoke, and when she said they were now a couple, his eyes darted over to her parents, wondering what their reactions would be.

Oh, good. Her mom was happy--

Wait, in love??

Hiccup didn't notice Freya turn red because he too was turning red in the face.

Why do parents always make the same assumptions?? It didn't go unnoticed by Hiccup that both his father and her mother came to the same conclusion: that Hiccup and Freya surely must be in love.

Well, that was not the case... At least, not yet.

Yes, Hiccup knew he liked Freya. He even admitted as much to his dad, though he may regret that later.

But would it get to that? Being in love with someone who once held such disdain for him?

Would she be able to love some she once held such disdain for?

Would they...fall in love?

Naturally, thinking about these things did not help his face go back to its usual tone.

He had been so lost in his thoughts, that he almost didn't hear Ragnar's question.

Almost.

This was something they had prepared for, and Hiccup waited for Freya to say her piece before speaking up.

Looking at her parents, he expanded on Freya's words. "As I'm sure you know, we both like to fly with our dragons, discover new islands, new dragons, and record our findings."

"Well, a few weeks ago, we ended up on the same island when a large storm front rolled in, and we didn't have enough time to outrun it, so the four of us took shelter in a cave, waiting for it to pass."

"The forced proximity allowed us a chance to...to really talk, for the first time," his eyes moved to Freya now. "and in that conversation, I got to see a new side to Freya that I never had before, and we got to know each other better through our talk."

Turning back to the adults before them, he continued. "Since then, we've ended up running into each other around the island a lot. Ayla was spending some time with me in the forge as well, and..." He found himself looking at Freya again, his features softening ever so slightly as he did. "...it wasn't until very recently that we realized there... might've been something more, here."

"We were talking, and decided to give ourselves a chance, to see if we would work well together, since we've... we've developed these feelings for one another."

[lemonxlimee]

"Woah! So burny! It's time to smash!!"

"Agreed. This could kill us in seconds, and it should be dismantled immediately."

"Wh- That will make us lose!!"

"Quiet your blades, Fanny. It's for the greater good."

"NO! Lightning got out for the greater good. Remote got out FOR THE GREATER GOOD! Pie... just... kinda.. got out, not PACT related, but TWO OUT OF THREE IS TELLING!!"

"Fanny, it's our mission, our identity, and we must strive to continue it, even in strife."

"There's only four of us left! If we keep this up, we'll all disappear, and then the death will occur anyway! And we WONT BE THERE, TO STOP IT, EITHER!!"

"But. It's. The. Pact."

"Well, I... HATE THE PACT!!"

"Take it back. You LOVE the pact."

"NO!! And if we keep focussing on it, I'M NEXT!! *I HATE THE PACT!*"

"Take it back! Right now!"

"Woah, woah, woah! Hey, Black Hole, I think what Fanny means is, she *loves* the pact, okay?"

"That's THE ***EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!***"

"Oh... I misread the situation, then. Whoopsie!"

"I think we need inspiration from a former Death PACT member!"

*beep boop boop beep*

"Hi!"

"PILLOW! WE NEED HELP KILLING PEOPLE!"

"I am on my way! :D"

"No, Pillow, we-! Ah, whatever, do what you want."

"Hello, Death PACT! I'm here to teach you about the positives of death!"

"It's Death PACT *AGAIN,* and get out of here!"

"Hey, just hear her out!"

"It's simple science, really. In my studies, I've noticed those who revolve themselves around death are far luckier and more likely to succeed! Those who disrupt and ignore it, are doomed to bad luck!"

"That doesn't explain our huge immunity run in bfb. I've heard enough, off you go."

"If Pillow thinks we need to kill people, then I don't see any harm in it! If it means I don't go home, then ALL THE BETTER!"

"No! Stop it, Fanny!"

"TREE! Pillow and I are gonna CHOP YOU UP! It's, for the greater good, as you say."

"No, help! Black Hole, suck me up!"

"But... but if I suck you up, you'll die anyway."

"Just stop once you're *about* to suck me up! Just pull me away from these murderers!"

"Oh gosh, if I don't help, I'll contribute to death, but if I do help, I'm risking death... I-... fine."

"Don't make this HARDER THAN IT ALREADY IS, BLACK HOLE!"

"Ow! Ouch! Ahh!! Aaahhh!!"

"Three! Two! One!"

*pop*

"Ha ha! You killed him!"

"NO!! I..."

"My work here is done! La la la, la la la!"

"How DARE YOU."

"Not my fault! I was gonna chop him up elsewhere! Not my fault you ripped him up!"

"Explain how Tree's dead body is going to help us complete this oven-fixing challenge *at all.*"

"Look, I was trying my best to mix up our strategy. Because YOU'RE not DOING ANYTHING!"

"Blah, blah, blah. You've betrayed our trust. You've betrayed *my* trust."

"Hello, Death PACT Again!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT."

"Uh... we've got this... glass panel. Do you have any use for this?"

"Uhh, a glass panel? That's exactly what we need for the oven!"

"Yeah, we'll take it."

"Not for free! Give us something!"

"I mean, we have... Tree's dead body?"

"We love dead bodies! This glass panel is yours."

"I think we might've just traded down... but whatever. Tear Drop awaits!"

"Wait, did we just get exactly what we need solely because of the dead body?"

"We- uh-"

"Pillow was right! The death made us win! We won, because we killed Tree!"

"Uh- but-"

"TWO!! WE HAVE WHAT IS NEEDED FOR THE OVEN!!!"

"Why didn't you say so! Seriously, why yell? I could hear you either way. Whatever. Have you fixed the oven?"

"We have this glass panel to replace the old one!"

"Let's see if it fits!"

...

"It's a perfect fit! Phew. Thanks for getting that, guys. You win immunity and are the first team safe! I don't know if you have a new team strategy, but whatever it is, it's clearly working! Bye!"

"Grrr, I hate the new strategy!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

[problematicattraction]

Curious about your opinions on paraphilias vs sexuality?

I know you said you wouldn’t go on a rant lol but I’m personally interested, especially since I’m of the opinion that there can be no difference between non-disorders paras and kinks/fetishes (if there is a difference or not is very subjective)

Maybe I should've added a tone tag! I meant it in a silly and sort of sarcastic way, like, oh I TOTALLY won't go on a rant *wink wink*(I'm still getting used to being human, pardon me.)

Btw this is less about differences and more about like, how they intertwine and overlap, idk why I put differences in the post, but this rant is kinda like, how paraphilias can become sexualities or influence sexualities. Also this is just my personal opinion based on some things in my system. okay thank you anyways

Okay so let's start of discussing paraphilias. Im a paraphile myself, along with being queer (pansexual, demisexual, demiromantic, so forth), and I've noticed a very big overlapping of my paraphilias and my sexuality, and I've discussed this with other alters of my system and I've noticed there are different intensities of this. Like, my sexuality only exists when I am with the people of my paraphilia, meaning my sexuality doesn't exist without my paraphilia, and that's not to say "Oh if I didn't have a para, I'd be straight", I mean, I wouldn't be anything. At all. I'd have no attraction. I think I'd still date people but without my current partners, who are tied to my paraphilia / the objects of my attraction, I'd never be content with it. I'd never be happy with someone, even if I dated to try and feel happy, no matter the gender, I just couldn't feel it. But with my partners, I have ones of all genders, thus making me pan. You know?

Some of my alters expressed this too, I'll take one of my most recent, who I'll call Danielle bc that's similar to her name, and explain her opinion. So she's Dreamsexual, not the sleep one but the MCYT one, and that might've started as a paraphilia, but she just, doesn't have a sexuality besides that. She's not pan, or bi, or lesbian, or gay, she's just Dreamsexual, this IS her sexuality. It's not just a paraphilia (which is what some people have told her.)

Or Ikar, whose generally MCYTsexual (coining coming soon lol) / DSMPsexual (also coming soon) and he's attracted to certain genders within those boundaries but not outside of them, he just, can't do it.

I have some who are lesbian because of their paraphilias. Like, some have paraphilias specifically for pink fabrics, and associate those fabrics with feminity, which makes them attracted to all people who are feminine or wearing pink, and some who are attracted to female dolls specifically due to a paraphilia making them lesbian.

I just see that paraphilias and sexualities tend to overlap, at least for us, and I want to normalize "weird" or "odd" sexualities because their valid and deserve love. Does that make sense?

I'm also personally someone who prefers "-sexual" over "-philia" because I just feel more comfortable with it being my sexuality. Of course, I love all paraphiles and those who prefer to use paraphilia over sexuality, that's valid, but in my opinion it just feels nicer and makes me feel better, I haven't met anyone else like that though I don't think

[happy-tori-friends]

Could i get a 'defending lover' prompt for Splendid and Fliqpy with the prompt 'say that again,I don't think I heard you the first time',please?

on it! always a treat to write fliqpy (i have written him twice, and neither of those times were prompts but the point still stands)

‘Huh. Okay. This is happening,’ Fliqpy thought as he glanced around, trying to figure out where Splendid had gone. 

Flippy had invited Splendid to a festival. Said festival was quite crowded, and when one wasn't holding hands with their companion, it was easier to get separated. Then, a switch was triggered and he stopped to seal with that. Splendid had totally been in the zone talking about something while Flippy listened, so he probably hadn't noticed Flippy wasn't next to him anymore.

Well, if he found him, he'd get to have his own date with him, which was always nice. Plus, Splendid's excitement when he talked about things he was interested in was always cute. And the cherry on top was that Fliqpy always loved to surprise him, just because he found it funny. All in all, he'd been dealt a pretty good hand of cards, so it was time to get looking.

They were headed to get a snack, so wherever the food stands were was probably his best bet. Was there a specific snack though, and which way were the vendors? It was probably in the direction he'd been facing, but he couldn't think of anything specific.

“Damn it,” Fliqpy growled, narrowing his eyes and scanning the area as he marched forward. He could yell for him, but that'd attract way too much attention. Splendid would hear it though. To be perceived and make it easier, or to just walk and continue the challenge? The triumph would be all that much sweeter if he just kept walking, wouldn't it?

Fliqpy didn't have to contemplate long. It wasn't too hard to notice a tall man with cyan hair and squirrel features that just so happened to hide his face behind a big pair of glasses. A wide grin spread across his face as he prepared to charge ahead and surprise him, but then he noticed someone bump into Splendid.

“Watch where you're going, four-eyes!” the perpetrator spat, “Don't just stand around, people are walking!”

Splendid frowned, an apologetic look on his face. “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you or realize I-”

The stranger's face was red with rage and he snarled. “How do you come to a festival and not realize people are going to be walking? You have glasses, how could you not see me? Are you stupid? Is there something wrong with your brain? Or was it so small that it fell out when I bumped into you? Seriously, people like you should just drop dead - you'd be less of a waste of space that way.”

Fliqpy didn't like that. Instead of charging in to surprise Splendid, he marched to the duo, reaching for the knife that Flippy tended to carry around in case he needed to defend himself.

“I'm sorry. I didn't hear you the first time. Can you repeat that? Can you repeat what you just said to my boyfriend?” He sneered, staring straight into the bastard's eyes. “Or do I have to teach you how to walk around obstacles like you're a little baby? I know a toddler that can do it better than you. Funny, huh? I could check and see if your brain is working too, if you want me too…”

With wide eyes, the perpetrator gulped. “Er… sorry, I… guess I was a little… harsh there… Please don't hurt me…” He stepped back, seeing the glint of the knife's blade, but relaxed as Fliqpy put it away. “I'll… leave you to things, then. Sorry again!”

Fliqpy laughed, watching the coward run with his tail between his legs. “There we go! Teaches him not to mess with my boyfriend!” He then threw an arm around Splendid's shoulders. “So where were we headed?”

With a sigh and shake of his head, though the corners of his lips threatening to curl into a smile, Splendid removed Fliqpy's arm and instead took his hand. “Thank you for the assistance Fliq. I really do appreciate it, but I'm sure there might've been a less… threatening way to do so.”

“Eh, it's who I am. And you love me for it, dont'cha?” Fliqpy grinned. “Now I'm hungry, so let's get the snacks.”

This made Splendid smile fully, a chuckle escaping him. “You're right, I do love you for it. Let's go get my hero a soft pretzel.”

The slightest hint of a pout formed on Fliqpy's face, and he put in the tiniest bit of effort to look cute to beg. “Two. Two soft pretzels, ‘cause I saved you.”

Splendid chuckled, nodding. “Two soft pretzels for my hero it is.”

[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Chapter 11 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Langauge, Discussions of Death, Mentions of Needles/Being Injected, Mentions of Drugs, Kidnapping, Discussions of Murder, Discussions of Child Kidnapping, Mentions of Experimenting on People, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come!

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2.4k

Note: I am posting every 2-3 days! I am terribly sorry that this is late! I meant to post yesterday!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

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When Y/N opens her eyes again, she notices she's no longer in the empty room she was in before. She's now strapped to a chair and Peter is strapped to another one in front of her. He’s staring at her with a scared look in his eyes.

"Oh, thank god," Peter sighs in relief when he notices Y/N awake, "I thought you might've been dead."

"Not yet," she mumbles, looking around the room they are in.

She and Peter are the only ones in the room. It’s a lot brighter than the previous room she was in, but it’s just as empty.

"I guess we're even now," Peter states.

Y/N gives him a confused look, "Why do you say that?"

"Well, I got mixed up with your hunters. Now, you're mixed up with my hunters. Well, technically they aren't my hunters and I have no idea why they attacked us, but they're a part of my world and not yours. I'm going to stop talking now because I feel like I'm rambling." Peter says in one breath.

"Yeah, I'm still so confused," Y/N laughs a little.

"We've been captured by Hydra." Peter informs her, "I know because of the logo on the clothes they were wearing. They're a terrorist organization. They experimented on my Uncle Bucky and my Aunt Wanda. They also experimented on my aunt's brother, but he's kinda dead now. They are also the reason my sister is dead."

Y/N thinks back to what the voice she heard said to her, "I think they know me or maybe they have me confused with someone else. They kept calling me Shadow Wolf. They also asked if I remembered them."

"Who did you see?" Peter asks with a concerned look on his face.

"I didn't see anyone. They spoke to me from like a speaker or something. I couldn't recognize their voice, but I think they expected me to." She struggles against the straps holding her down.

"Good luck trying to get out," Peter states as he watches her struggle, "I tried for about ten minutes until you woke up."

Y/N continues to struggle against the straps holding her arms and legs against her chair, "I'm sure werewolf strength is better than spider strength."

She stops struggling for a moment to try and conjure a knife out of her shadow behind her, but nothing happens. She tries again—nothing happens.

"I think they drugged us with something," Peter tells her, "I can't even feel my spider-tingle."

"Oh, ew, I don't want to know about your tingles," Y/N pulls a disgusted look on her face.

"I'm not talking about those kinds of tingles!" Peter quickly exclaims, "My spider-tingle helps me sense danger and stuff."

Y/N signs in relief, "I was very concerned as to why you were worried about your tingles at a time like this."

They chuckle a bit until the only door in the room opens. A masked man wearing all black steps into the room. He has a syringe in his hand.

Y/N rolls her eyes, "Is that supposed to scare us?"

The masked man silently walks over to Peter.

"Don't touch him!" Y/N exclaims, struggling against her straps in an attempt to break free and help Peter.

The man injects the yellowish liquid into Peter's neck before exiting silently exiting the room.

"Oh my god," Peter starts freaking out thinking of all the possibilities of what the injection could be, "I'm gonna die. I'm so going to die"

"Calm down. Maybe it's nothing," Y/N tries to soothe him, "You'll be okay. We'll either get out of here soon or my friends will find us."

"Shadow Wolf, I hope you're ready to play my favorite game," The same voice from before booms throughout the room, "Earlier we gave you a little something to null yours and Spiderman's powers. In about an hour or so, that drug will wear off but the one we just gave Peter won't. Can you save him, Shadow Wolf?"

"Oh my god. I knew it. I'm dead." Peter mutters under his breath.

The wall beside them starts to shake before moving slowly to the side. Y/N assumes it's just a black wall until several lights flick on revealing a large room. At the back of the room, she can see a small safe in the wall. Sitting against the same wall, she can see three boys huddled closely together. The only thing separating her and Peter from them was a large glass wall.

She doesn't understand what they want her to do. None of it makes any sense.

The ceiling above her starts to shake as it opens to reveal the sky, "We've been perfecting the werewolf DNA. They're stronger and faster than any normal wolf. At the back of the room, you will see a safe. Inside that safe is the cure for your brother. The problem is, you'll have to get through three new werewolves who have never felt the moon since they were turned a year ago. They also have a mission. Their mission is to kill their targets. You and Peter. Now, will you let them kill you and Peter, or will you kill them to save your brother? It's your choice."

The boys looked like they were teenagers. One of them even reminded her of Stiles. She's not a killer and she never has been. Even with hunters, she hurts them, but she doesn't kill them. Her eyes may be blue, but she doesn't even know why.

She can't let Peter die, but she can't kill some brainwashed kids either. If it was Stiles or Derek here with her it would be an easier choice, but she barely knows Peter. They are asking her to save one stranger and kill three others.

They must be confused because they called Peter her brother, but he's not. She's also not Shadow Wolf. She's Y/N.

"Don't do it," Peter looks at her with tears in his eyes, "Don't kill them."

"I don't want to." Y/N whispers out, her mind is too busy thinking of different outcomes, "What if it's my only choice?"

"Don't. There's always another way."

Y/N scoffs, "You sound like Scott."

"You can save me, and you can save them," Peter pleads with her.

"This is bullshit!" Y/N yells in hopes someone from Hydra can hear her, "I'm not doing this."

The voice booms through the room again, "Either they live or you do. You decide."

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"I'm so confused," Scott mutters, looking around at the shocked faces of the Avengers.

Tony's shaky hand grabs Stiles’ shoulder and forces him to look at him, "Tell me everything you know about Y/N. What's she like?"

"I'm not telling you anything about my sister until you tell us what's going on," Stiles removes himself from Tony's tight grip.

"Sister?" Bucky looks at Stiles with an indifferent look on his face.

"Yes, my sister," Stiles states.

"Was she adopted?" Tony questions.

"Why do you care?" Stiles asks back defensively.

"You know a lot about us, right? Y/N mentioned something about a brother telling her all about the Avengers." Steve steps in between Tony and Stiles as Stiles nods his head, "You know exactly why we care. You just don't want to believe it."

Stiles huffs in anger, "She's not her. I'm sorry for your loss and all but she's dead, she's not my sister. You are out of your mind."

"What are you talking about?" Lydia asks with a confused look on her face.

"But she's not dead," Tony informs Stiles.

"You buried her! Her funeral was broadcasted! They said you found her remains!" Stiles exclaims.

"I thought I found her," Natasha walks over to Stiles with tears in her eyes, "but they lied. They told us that it was but we just found out that it was all one big lie."

"I had someone I trusted look me in the eye and tell me that my daughter was dead." Everyone can see the anger and the hurt in Tony's eyes, "That same person just told us that they lied, and they have no idea if she's alive or dead. Like he just told us about an hour ago. All he gave us are some files from when Hydra took her. Do you know what the project was called? Project Shadow Wolf."

"You're lying," Stiles states as Scott, Derek, and Lydia give each other confused looks.

"Why would I lie?" Tony asks, "You said that her funeral was broadcasted. Did you watch it?"

"No."

"But you saw pictures, didn't you? Her face was plastered everywhere, and you recognized her as the girl you call your sister. You recognized the bear. I bet you have old photos of her when she was a kid and she looked exactly the same." Tony was desperately trying to get Stiles to realize the truth, "You convinced yourself that it was just a coincidence. People look similar to others all the time, but in the back of your mind, you knew that it was her. You just didn't want to accept it as the truth."

Stiles takes a step back away from Tony, "You're wrong."

"See for yourself," Steve hands Stiles one of the Hydra folders off the coffee table.

Stiles slowly takes the folder from Steve. He opens the file to a picture of a young Y/N with glowing yellow-gold eyes and her fangs growling at the camera. While she looks younger than when he first met her when she showed up on his front doorstep wearing tattered clothes and holding a note and her favorite teddy bear, he knows that it's her. She's wearing the same clothes in the picture that she wore the day she showed up. The ones in the picture just look new.

He notices the name typed on the bottom right side of the photo, Y/N Stark, "This can't be real."

Steve hands Stiles a picture of him and Y/N at her third birthday party. She's holding the same teddy bear in her arms that she is in the photo Bucky took from Derek's garage, the same bear she had when she showed up in his life, and the same bear he recognized in the picture used at Y/N Stark's funeral.

"Stiles, what's going on?" Scott asks. He doesn't understand what's happening.

"The other day, I told you about how Tony Stark had a daughter who was kidnapped when she was three years old," Stiles looks at Scott with tears in his eyes.

"So?"

"Her name was Y/N Stark," He holds up the picture of a young Y/N and Steve.

"Again, so?"

"Look at the bear in the photo," Stiles hands the picture to Scott.

Scotts looks closely at the bear in the photo as Derek and Lydia look at it over his shoulders. While it's not the best quality, he can still recognize the bear that Y/N cried about when he and Stiles hid it from her when they were eight.

"It's just a stupid bear," Lydia states, confused about the fuss around a simple teddy bear.

"It's not just some stupid bear!" Thor speaks up from his spot on the armchair, "I gave her that bear. She never went anywhere without it."

"Her name is embroidered on its right paw and her nickname is embroidered on the left," Wanda informs them.

"I already said that," Bucky mutters under his breath.

"She calls her bear Petal." Stiles states, "She thought its name was on it so she'd never forget."

"This still doesn't mean anything," Lydia looks around the room in hopes of finding someone on her side.

"How old was Y/N when she was adopted?" Steve questions.

"She was five."

"Technically, she was either four or five," Stiles informs them, "They didn't know her exact age, so they assumed that she was five."

"She was taken from us when she was three. She was taken from Hydra when she was four." Bucky stares at the photo of Y/N in his hands.

"These are just coincidences," Lydia states, "Her name, the bear, the age she came to Beacon Hills, the name her kidnappers called her. None of that means anything."

"Does she have a scar on the right side of her back?" Steve questions.

"How should I know?"

"She does," Derek says, "It's small and she has no idea how she got it."

"She got that scar when she fell onto our glass table and it broke," Steve informs them.

"I'm still waiting for some concrete evidence that our Y/N just happens to be your lost daughter or niece or whatever." Lydia huffs in frustration.

"Don't believe us." Tony shrugs his shoulders, over the conversation, "When we find her, which we will, we will DNA test her and we will prove to you she's my daughter."

"I'm just sayin–"

"Lydia, stop." Derek interrupts Lydia, "We are wasting our time discussing this. Y/N is gone and we should be searching for her right now, not fighting about who she is."

"If they called her Shadow Wolf, then Hydra took her." Bucky angrily states.

"Bruce, you and Nat go out to the jet and start searching for anything. We'll stay here and start digging through her files and looking for any indication of where they could have taken her." Steve orders the Avengers.

"Who's going to tell Sam?" Bruce asks.

Bucky sighs, glancing down at the photo in his hands, "I'll tell him."

"What can you do?" Steve looks at Stiles, Scott, Derek, and Lydia.

Stiles nervously looks back at Scott, "Um, well, we can–"

"Shh," Lydia shushes Stiles, staring curiously at the fireplace.

Everyone quietly watches Lydia as she curiously walks towards the fire going in the fireplace. As she gets closer and closer, the voices that she hears get louder and louder.

"Lydia, what do you hear?" Scott asks, slowly walking towards her.

"Get me a laptop," she mumbles loud enough for everyone to hear.

Stiles looks around the room before noticing an open laptop on the kitchen table. He grabs the laptop before running it over to Lydia. He sits it down on the coffee table next to her and pulls out his phone to type in the code for the third Deadpool list.

Stiles steps away from the laptop after he types in the code. Lydia sits in front of the laptop and types in the third key. She hits enter and the third list pops up.

"Oh my god," Scott mumbles in disbelief.

Stiles shakily backs up against the wall before sliding down in complete shock.

"What was it," Derek asks.

"The key for the third list." Lydia didn't want this to be real, "It was Y/N.”

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