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gibberishfangirl · 9 months ago

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WIND BREAKER | when they have a shopaholic girlfriend

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of the boys when they’re dating a girl who loves to shop

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ suggestive, blushing boys, slight teasing, semi-public (implied), cute content of the boys being boyfriends, tiny amount of spice?

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

♡ you drag this man to the mall at least twice a week

♡ he personally hates shopping and finds it to be boring but never complains since it’s an excuse to spend time with you

♡ secret confession: he thinks your wasting money but is way too afraid to face your wrath to say it out loud

♡ whenever he asks why you spend so much money on clothes and make up he gets hit with a “there’s a price for beauty”

♡ after he seeing how cute you look in your new outfits he most definitely learns that there is a price for beauty

♡ he will become a blushing mess when you pick out the most revealing outfits

♡ “what do you think?” you asked picking up a skimpy dress and pressing it against your body. his only response is a huge blush that spreads from his nose, cheeks to the tip of his ears

♡ he loses it once you drag him into victoria secret

♡ “don’t you think this would look nice on me?” you teased while picking up crotchless underwear

♡ you absolutely will be the death of this man

♡ he feels like the worlds biggest boy toy carrying all your pink shopping bags and following you into every clothing store

♡ you reward him for being so nice and patient with your shopping by taking him to one of his favorite stores and buying him whatever he wants

♡ wetzel’s pretzels pit stop is a must

♡ you reward him even more by trying on every scandalous outfit you purchased at home in private

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

♡ acknowledges that your shopping addiction is a problem and tries to help without making you feel bad

♡ he mostly tries to help you through budgeting, thanks to him you’ve cut down shopping to twice a month

♡ Umemiya personally loves your style, especially with how confident you are in your clothes

♡ he always suggests that you should try on your clothes before committing to the purchase

♡ don’t be fooled, it’s not because he wants you to make sure they fit you, he just loves seeing how cute you look in the new outfits

♡ on some occasions he goes around the store himself picking out the cutest tops and skirts he can find for you

♡ once he picks out the cutest pieces he can find you do him the favor of trying them on while he gets to admire your beauty

♡ you manage to get the very lightest blushes from him when the skirts he picks out happen to be shorter than he originally pictured

♡ once your done doing a number on all the stores he carries all your bags

♡ it always surprises you how no matter how many bags you have ume carries them with a startling amount of ease

♡ ofc you offer to carry some but he insists you shouldn’t lift a pretty finger

♡ every cashier compliments how adorable you two look together

♡ “how cute! you two look like a match made in heaven.” a comment you two often receive a lot

♡ depending on your guys mood you might end the day with a movie night

♡ no, Ume can’t help but keep his hands all over you in the dark theater once he finally has you to himself

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

♡ will always offer to pay for your items

♡ fortunately enough for his wallet, you almost always decline since you prefer to use your own money

♡ has no problem carrying all your bags, does it with a smile on his face

♡ almost every girl who sees you at the mall is raging with pure jealousy

♡ so many of the girls wished they had a boyfriend as sweet as yours

♡ you couldn’t help but glare at every girl in the mall who was checking him out

♡ he quickly noticed your glares which had him gushing on the inside

♡ he was so flattered to know you could be so possessive over him

♡ once you noticed every cashier you got were lingering their eyes on him longer than they should, batting their eyelashes at him, smiling harder at him than you, one of them even winked at him when they thought you weren’t looking, you lost it.

♡ “i want to go home. im done shopping.” you pouted. Suo knew exactly why you didn’t want to shop anymore but still asked “why not love?” “everyone keeps falling in love with you!” you whined before putting your head on his chest. his heart fluttered at the action before he opened his mouth, “don’t pay any mind to them. i’m all yours” reassuring you with a soft kiss

♡ Suo made sure to reassure you with kisses more after the conversation

♡ you made the mistake of leaving him alone while getting a jamba juice drink, you came back to find a girl asking him out

♡ before you knew it your feet were moving up to them, completely ignoring the girl. you grabbed your boyfriends head by the back of his neck and yanked him down to a deep kiss. you pulled away while saying “hey babe”, the girl instantly walked away embarrassed

♡ Suo blushed after the incident while you continued walking to the next store as if nothing happened

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

♡ the absolute sweetest boyfriend about your habits

♡ he’s so incredibly supportive while also making sure you aren’t going to overboard

♡ he helps ensure that you’re only buying what you need and not things you’ll get over in a week

♡ he has no bad opinions, tells you everything looks nice since in his head everything does look nice on you

♡ he gets a little nervous whenever you drag him to the fitting room so you can get his opinions on the clothes

♡ he sits in the lounge room anticipating the moment you walk out of the changing room

♡ you treat this as if it were a fashion show making him tell you what he likes about each article of clothing

♡ whenever you get near any lingerie he gets incredibly shy trying not to look

♡ he won’t even look at the mannequins if they’re wearing risqué clothing

♡ such a sweet innocent boy who you can’t help but tease

♡ one of your favorite things to do were joke about buying lingerie for him, holding up a black lacey set you ask “can you imagine me wearing this for you? would you like it?” with a sweet smile

♡ he could never give you a proper response due to fighting back any suggestive thoughts, just blushes

♡ you let out a giggle and made your way to the cash register making him freeze in shock before quickly making his way to you

♡ you purchased it, Nirei was furiously blushing when the cashier smiled at you and then looked up at him

♡ Nirei’s thoughts were going absolutely wild the entire way home just wondering how soon you’d be willing to wear that for him

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

♡ he carries all your bag with a significant amount of ease, doesn’t even let you touch a bag before he already has it in place around his arm with the others

♡ Togame doesn’t get shy, jokes about suggestive clothing won’t work on him if anything he’d ask you to wear it for him

♡ this man is holding your hand 24/7, if he has too many bags to hold your hand, you settle with wrapping your arm around his bicep

♡ he loves having such a pretty girl on his arm

♡ he will glare at every man who has lingering eyes on you fighting the urge to go over there and punch both their eyes out of their sockets

♡ he’s the one who drags you into victoria secret, his favorite thing to do is pick out underwear for you to wear later

♡ “these would look so nice on you… while i push them aside to touch your cute little cunt” he whispers in your ear making your face beat red

♡ he’s gotten so used to all your habits and all the stores you go to

♡ he’s mesmerized where all your favorite stores are at so if you ever forget he can easily lead the two of you there

♡ you’re so thankful for Togame’s height whenever there’s an item that’s the last one and is too high up to get he comes to your rescue

♡ he loves to ‘rescue’ you since you always reward him with a kiss and a small “my hero” he loves to hear your praise

♡ you’re a gorgeous girl, ofc there’s always a guy who wants to ask you out

♡ before any guy can even make their way to you they meet Togame’s eyes that holds a dark threatening aura to them

♡ consider every man in existence to be scared off

♡ he personally doesn’t care about your shopping addiction as long as your happy and safe

♡ he ensures that your safety by always being there by your side

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

♡ he loves your shopping addiction, he thinks it’s a cute habit of yours and figures if you can afford it why not?

♡ he finds it absolutely adorable to watch you gush over every item at the store

♡ you both always go to miniso first, it’s a must

♡ especially since it’s the main store that provides items you both like

♡ you guys are fascinated by the alarming amount of blind boxes miniso provides

♡ you do some blind boxes unboxing and he always gives you the one he gets if it’s the one you originally wanted

♡ when it comes to clothing shops he loves watching you try on clothes

♡ he purposefully picks out the shortest skirts for you to try on

♡ “try this on for me? yeah?” he was never afraid to ask you to try on something scandalous for him even if it made your face crimson red

♡ Choji is anything but shy he has no problem being bold with you, it’s a blessing and a curse

♡ “i- you can’t come in with me!” you blush as Choji steps inside the changing room. his only response is “no one’s watching us, it’s fine”

♡ Choji is very impatient. he won’t wait until your home, if he wants you he’ll have you

♡ even if that means having to clamp his hand over your mouth to muffle the sweet sounds you make

♡ secret confession: Choji loves to pick out miniskirts for you, it makes you so easily accessible

a/n <3 : i’ve been in such a head cannon mood lately? im having so much fun writing them, im obsessed! expect more to come soon <3

#divider by anitalenia #sakura haruka #sakura haruka x reader #hajime umemiya #hajime umemiya x reader #hayato suo #suo hayato x reader #nirei akihiko #nirei akihiko x reader #jo togame #jo togame x reader #choji tomiyama #choji tomiyama x reader

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hailsatanacab · 2 years ago

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"give me a fandom and a prompt and i'll give you at least five sentences"

Ok then.

Jazz, Danny and Bruce are in the same age range, and Bruce has been harboring a massive crush on 7'foot tall Jazz since just after he began his training journey.

His kids know about and are mercyless. Danny thinks he's a bit of a fruit loop and 100% knows Bruce has a crush on his sister.

Into the future his coworkers find out that batman has been quietly pining after the Ghost Kings sister for years.

Chaos.

love that this reads as a challenge. Ok then. Write it. i will, let's goooo!

(sorry i kinda took it so that Jazz, Danny, and Bruce were all old friends but in that horrible adult way where you can only hang out with each other once in a blue moon when your work schedules miraculously align)

——

"Respectfully, Batman, you can take your "it's not necessary" and you can shove it up your arse. There's a demon the size of a skyscraper heading towards Metropolis and we need reinforcements."

"Superman can—"

"Superman can't. You do remember the part of the report I made telling you this, right? Or did your stubborn little bat brain just shut down when I mentioned magic?"

"Actually," Nightwing interrupts from the side, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think his brain shut down when you mentioned the Ghost King."

"Nightwing." Batman growls in warning, his jaw clenching so hard Constantine can swear he hears the bones creaking.

Nightwing just snickers, and turns away to press a finger to his ear, no doubt letting the rest of the bat brood in on what's happening here... Whatever that is. All Constantine knows is that Batman is standing between him and fixing this mess for no God-forsaken reason.

Luckily, some of the more reasonable members of the League step in to try and talk some sense into Batman. It gives him some time to calm down.

"Batman. We need him. I know you dislike working with unknowns, but he's our best shot."

It actually looks like Wonder Woman might be getting through to him, Batman even opens his mouth to actually explain some things—a huge step forward for this incredibly emotionally constipated man.

Instead, Nightwing snorts and beats him to it. "Unknowns? More like—"

"Nightwing, please."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, get your head out of your arse and let me do this. The Ghost King is our only hope. I'm summoning him, no matter what you say."

For a long second, Constantine thinks that he'll refuse and he might have to resort to more violent methods of persuasion—which, honestly, Constantine has fantasised about many times during the more boring JL meetings—but eventually, Batman relents and steps out of the way.

"Fine. Nightwing, go check in with Red Robin."

Nightwing has the kind of devious smile that makes John glad he doesn't have kids.

"Oh, don't worry about it, B. Red Robin's coming here. So's Red Hood, I don't need to go anywhere."

"Nightwing—"

"Sh, it's starting." So saying, Nightwing then very obviously ignores Batman's protests with a poker face that even Constantine envies. What he wouldn't give to be able to shut the bat out like that.

The summoning goes quickly, thankfully. The lights flicker, the temperature drops, and the chalk circle erupts in green flames. Standard summoning practices, sure. Even the impromptu appearance of Red Hood and Red Robin—"Did we miss him?", "No, not yet! I got 2:37, what about you guys?"—doesn't throw him off.

It does pique his interest, though. Just what the hell is going on with them? Constantine's weighing up the pros and cons of asking them once all of this is over when the ground splits open and the clawed hand of the Ghost King begins to pull himself out of the ground.

John's a seasoned summoner. It's practically his job, he's done it countless times.

The icey fear that grips his heart, that freezes his breath in his chest, is new.

Pure, unadulterated power floods the area and he feels small, so, so small, like a child playing with things he doesn't understand. When he finally tears his eyes away from the portal, he catches a glimpse of the other magic users in the room, the same horror he feels clear in their faces. Even Captain Marvel stares slackjawed.

The pressure rises, death magic screaming in his ears, almost forcing him to his knees, and suddenly he's not so sure this is a good idea.

Too late to back out now, though.

Sickly green light pours from the crack in the ground, growing brighter and brighter as the giant figure rises, until Constantine has to close his eyes and look away. The last thing he sees are eyes, teeth, horns, a crown so bright that it burns an afterimage into his retinas.

When the light dies down and he opens his eyes again, a humanoid man floats in the centre of the circle. The ground is whole, nothing is burning, the man doesn't even have a crown. Instead, other than the wispy white hair, slightly green skin, and the—you know—floating, the Ghost King appears pretty normal. Huh.

Constantine blinks, rubbing his bleary eyes, and checks around to make sure everyone's okay. Most of the League are doing the same as him, taking fortifying breaths and trying to appear as if they've not just been completely blinded.

Most of them, that is, aside from the Gotham vigilantes.

Batman himself stands upright, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whole thing and John's got to admit, he wishes he could do that, too. That was... a hell of a show.

The others, however, are waving frantically with huge smiles on their faces.

What?

There's a brief, taut silence, as everyone else tries to catch their breath.

As much as he would rather take a bit of a breather, John should probably start making introductions. Unfortunately, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before the Ghost King beats him to it.

"Oh, Ancients, hey guys! It's been forever, how are you? Look at you all, so grown up, wow—Nightwing, buddy, do a flip!"

It doesn't take much to get Nightwing going, and he certainly doesn't leave it at one flip. The whole of the Justice League and Justice League Dark watch with open mouths as Nightwing performs for the Ghost King.

What, and John can't stress this enough, the fuck?

As soon as Nightwing rights himself, Red Hood swats him across the back of the head and calls him a show off.

The Ghost King just laughs as he claps. "There's my little monkey, look at you go! And I'm loving that leather jacket, Hood, is that new? Looks good on you, really your colour. Brings out the red in your helmet."

"Thanks, Uncle D. At least someone around here appreciates fashion."

"Are you kidding me, you know I breathe fashion, need I remind—"

"Need I remind you of the Discowing incident?"

"That was era-appropriate and you know it! Uncle D, tell him it was era-appropriate!"

"It was era-appropriate, but so are crocs and it doesn't make them fashionable." The Ghost King—and holy shit, is this actually the Ghost King? Or did Constantine just accidentally summon a deceased family member, what the fuck is happening here?—turns to look at Red Robin with a smile, resolutely ignorning the argument he created. "How you doing, Double R? You get that tablet Tucker made for you?"

"Yes, thank you! It's so cool, how did he—"

"How's Tucker doing?" Batman interrupts, his hands now hidden underneath his cape.

As soon as the question leaves his lips, everyone groans. Red Robin makes a show of lifting up his wrist and staring at it intently.

"Incredible," Red Hood mutters with a shake of his head.

Even the Ghost King seems put out, rolling his eyes and answering in a flat tone as if he knows Batman isn't interested in what he has to say.

Not for the first time, Constantine feels like he's missing something.

"Tucker's doing very well, thank you for asking."

What follows is the most awkward silence Constantine has ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

All three of the Gotham vigilantes, including the Ghost King, are staring at Batman, waiting for something. Batman's cloak shifts as if he's moving his hands, fidgeting. If Constantine didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous.

"Good. That's good, I'm glad to hear it."

Instead of saying anything else, the Ghost King just raises his eyebrows and continues to stare at Batman. Has he offended him in some way? Are they all going to die because of this?

After what seems like an agonising few minutes but could only really be a few seconds, Batman's shoulders dip and he takes a breath. "And Jazz?"

They all erupt into shouts, the Ghost King being the loudest. The only thing John can make out is when the Ghost King throws his hand in the air to point at Red Robin with a shout of "Time!"

"1:30.91, we got 1:30.91 on the clock, who's closest?"

"Did you even try to hold it in at all, old man? I'm so disappointed in you. People think you're cool. People think you're suave, I don't understand how they could be so wrong."

"Thank you for that, Hood."

"No, thank you, I won. Again. Because you're so predictable. Actually, I had one minute seventeen, so you held out longer than I thought you would."

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

Constantine feels like doing the same thing.

Whatever. He's going to have to interrupt... whatever this is. There's still a rampaging demon heading their way that they've got to bargain for. He can untangle Batman's personal connection to the Ghost King later. Or he could leave it alone and forget everything about it.

Yeah, he'll do that one.

But before he can actually open his mouth to say anything, the Ghost King, again, beats him to it.

"So, B-Man, did you summon me here for a particular reason, or was it really just so you could ask about Jazz?"

There's a beat of silence before Batman mutters, "I asked about Tucker, too. We've not seen each other in so long, it's only polite."

"And I'm sure you meant it, you're the paragon of manners." The Ghost King nods slow and wide-eyed as if he doesn't believe him at all.

At this point, even Constantine doesn't believe him.

"It has been forever, though." The Ghost King muses, bringing his hand to his chin and folding his legs underneath him. "We should all get together sometime! If you get Alfie to make some of his cookies again, I'll get Clockwork to lend us a pocket dimension where we can spend as much time as we want, deal?"

"It's a deal."

No hesitation at all, incredible.

Hold on. Wait. John has to fight the urge to pinch himself, because this has to be a dream, right? Is Batman actually smiling? He didn't even know he could do that.

An itch niggles at the back of John's mind. He's starting to get an inkling of what's going on here and it's... weird, to say the least.

"Oooh," Nightwing singsongs, like a child in a playground tickled by the very idea of romance.

But then, who's he to judge? John's no stranger to strange bedfellows, that's for sure. Whoever this Jazz is, she must be something incredible—she'd have to be, if Batman can't even go two minutes without asking about her.

"Batman and Jasmine sitting in a tree," Nightwing continues, with both Red Hood and Red Robin joining in for the rest. "K—I—S—S—I—"

"Stop," Batman growls, completely drowned out by the Ghost King's laughter, but...

But.

It all suddenly clicks for John.

The Ghost King Phantom.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Jasmine Phantom.

Jazz.

"Holy shit, mate," John breathes, unable to stop himself as everyone looks his way. "You have the hots for the Princess of the Infinite Realms?"

The Justice League meeting room has never descended into chaos quicker.

#dpxdc #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom x batman #hoooolllyyy mackeral #it was hubris thinking i could keep anything to five sentences really wasn't it?#fucking played myself with that didn't i???#anyway here's even more words on this i hope you enjoy!!#some things that didn't make it in:#duke doesn't come to see danny because he's too bright when he's in his ghost form and it gives him a migraine - he still plays the game #though and is second closest!#damian is there he's just biding his time. it's become a tradition for damian to try and stab danny whenever he turns up #he hasn't managed it yet but danny keeps encouraging him to try again! you'll get me next time champ!#it infuriates damian to no end - no he's not doing it because he's having fun he legitimately wants to kill him shut up!#danny loves cass so much and when they do all get together they always sit together - it often ends up with cass curling up around danny #ellie turns up every now and then! she's like an honourary wayne at this point #she's always down for any pranks and shenanigans #thank you for the prompt!! it was very fun. as you can see i got rather carried away haha #thank you i hope you enjoyed it!!!#my writing #cab writes

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barnesboo1967 · 6 months ago

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Kelley had been a model since she was 13 and got a job with Victoria’s Secret when she was 19. She grew up in California and that was where she stayed most of her life. Though she did have to travel a lot for work, she loved it.

A/N: So this is some headcannons I cam up with based on the concept of the Top Gun boys to be dating a Victoria’s Secret Angel. And for me personally it is easier to make an OC than do a reader insert so that what most of my works are going to be just a little FYI for everyone.

God this man would be so cocky being able to call her his. He would brag about having the hottest girlfriend in the world. That she is an actual angel. The Dagger Squad wouldn’t believe him at first, how could a douche like Hangman get a girl as perfect as the one he is describing. Then they met her and every word was true, she was the most perfect human ever. Gorgeous beyond belief, sweet as could be, down to earth. Rooster even asked if it was all a dare, she just laughed him off. Hangman would try to show them every picture she sent him, loving being able to show her off. As annoying as it was at times, they completely understood. Who wouldn’t want to show her off?

This boy did not know how he got her. She was the most gorgeous and amazing person he ever met. Hangman would give him shit about her being out of his league, but she would shut that down immediately. She loved Bob for who he was. It didn’t matter what he looked like, plus she loved these glasses on him. He would get all red when she sent him pictures from her shoots. The Dagger Squad met her the first night, she was one of Nat’s friends. Hangman tried to hit on her, but she wasn't interested. She only had eyes for the quiet, adorable guy in the corner. she asked Nat about him, that was her WSO whom she told her stories about. He was a bumbling mess when she approached him, he had never seen a more pretty girl in his life. And the rest was history.

Now he knew how gorgeous she was and he made sure she knew it too, but around the squad, he acted nonchalant about it. Like he wasn’t dating an actual supermodel. But that was because she was more than that to him. She didn’t tell him right off the bat what she did. She had been used too many times. she told him on y’all’s 5-month anniversary. He never changed how he treated her. He was fiercely protective over her, especially at the Hard Deck. He knew how not only men thought, but aviators thought and that was a dangerous combination around such a gorgeous girl. She thought it was cute when he got overprotective, cause she knew that she only had eyes for him. When y'all got married it would be at the courthouse, in secret, but after Nat saw a ring around his neck they had a huge party to celebrate.

He is a cocky mix of hangman and the protectiveness of Rooster. He wouldn’t tell the other guys what you did. Just that he had the most gorgeous girlfriend ever and he would say Mav could never meet her (he does and jokes about how such a gorgeous woman was with Iceman). Mav also happened to be the one who recognized her for being an Angel. Ice would love for you to do a little fashion show for him with whatever you were able to bring home from work. (And love to rip it off you). He met you as a model and has supported you the whole way through your career. He will always try his hardest to be at every show of yours and can do so more as he climbs up the ranks.

Oh boy, he is almost as cocky as Hangman. Would never shut up about how smoking hot his girl is (would say it that way too). She fell for him because of his humor and he fell for her because of how stunning and kind she is. They met at the bar, due to Mav’s and Goose’s ‘lost that loving feeling’ routine. She wouldn’t want to tell him what she did, but he found out one day when he saw her picture in the Victoria's Secret window at the mall. She thought he would be mad for her not telling him, but it was the opposite. He was over the moon to be lucky enough to have an actual angel as his girlfriend. Would beg you to give him a little fashion show and to let him come to every show. And yes he would, and yes he paid for it when he got back to base (Ice saved his ass most of the time though)

Show off to the max. Due to y‘all being high school sweethearts, he knew you before being a Victoria's Secret model. That doesn't stop him from letting everyone know who his girlfriend, later his wife and mother to his child, is. Would be like a kid in a candy store when you showed him pictures or saw pictures of your shoots. He would be the biggest show-off. Your pictures would be all over his locker, in his helmet, in the pocket of his flight suit, and pretty much anywhere he could put a picture you would be there.

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saltyowlets · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you @sweetjulieapples for the tag!

So I got a doozy of a WIP. A few months after DAI, Medea and Cullen have a huge fight that resulted in them breaking up. Had to write a fic about it.

The arl kept whispering, his hot breath tickling the tips of her ear but no words made sense while she was so distracted. As Medea's tinted lips pursed around the goblet, her eyes stayed on the Commander. He must have said something amusing as Dame Dacre laughed, tossing her long red hair back, the furred shawl around her loosened around her to reveal freckled shoulders. Medea could even hear it from where she stood- it was bright, sweet, and eye-catching. Attractive. The Commander raised his arm to scratch his neck and it was then Medea realized how tightly clenched her hand was. Her knuckles were pale white with an imperceptible shake. ‘Calm down, you damned idiot. Why are you throwing a tantrum over your own mess? You made it clear you both have no relation. He can do whatever he wants, meet any woman he wants,’ she chastised herself. Medea took a sip of her wine, the taste even more bitter than before. “More, your holiness?” the arl chuckled softly. Medea nodded, half paying attention as he poured her another goblet full. She really shouldn’t be drinking this much- gods she could already hear Dorian’s voice in her ear, scolding her for being careless. Her other hand was tapping furiously on the armrest, the beat matching her own quickening heart. Just a few more hours and she can leave this damn room. Away from the rest of these idiotic noblemen. Away from the whispers, the gossip, the hands that try to caress and tease for her- a prize now freely available. Away from that damn man who smiled way too sweetly at the dame. Medea took another sip. She knew he was playing a part, they all were. Vultures they were surrounded by, vultures that need to be tamed by wearing the face of prey. Easy smiles, batted lashes, flushed cheeks. When did she get so good at playing this part? Creators, bring her back to the field. What she would do to just find a demon to lob- Dame Dacre scooted closer to Cullen and put a lacy gloved hand on his chest. Medea inhaled sharply as she saw Cullen’s eyes soften, crinkling at the corners in a way that made his cheekbones higher and his jaw squarer. Exactly the way he would every morning she woke up next to him. The way he would when he ran to hug her after coming back from a mission. The way he would before every sweet kiss stolen. Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK

This is going to be fun

Tagging: @araneapeixes @lyana-chan @orionlancasterr for any kind of WIP, if you want to!

#dragon age #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #medea lavellan #da ship: venerate thy enemy for they know thy heart #salty writing #golden scripture #wip wednesday

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n30n-le0n · 5 months ago

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“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

"Leo, you gotta stop--"

"Stop saying--agh--"

Leo hunkered in on himself as the bolt of pain went through his shell at the sudden movement, gritting his teeth around a pained hiss as his entire body seized up. Why did it hurt so much, why did it feel like every single nerve in his body was on fire, how badly was his shell even cracked? He'd only woken up a few days ago--and he was still reeling from the knowledge that he'd apparently been asleep for months, that he'd missed out on a huge chunk of his life--but surely his injuries couldn't be that bad. Donnie was carefully dancing around the subject nearly every time he asked, his eyes flitting around like a nervous hummingbird to land anywhere but on his twin's gaze in turn, but....they couldn't be that bad. Right? He couldn't have--

He couldn't have.....fucked himself up irreparably when he had been trying to fix everything. Right?

"Leo, just stop movin' around, alright? Yer gonna make it worse an' then Donnie's gonna get on my ass-"

"Ooooh. Raph said a no-no word." He tried for a lop-sided smile, though he was almost certain it came across as more of a pained grimace than anything.

"Oh, shut it, will ya," Raph snapped half-heartedly, reaching over to gently push at Leo, and even though it was a friendly gesture, he knew it was, Leo still froze, his breath rattling in his throat as his brain conjured up the images--

Raph pushing him away before the flesh over his eye bubbled, before the pink growth spread across his shell and arm, and then he looked over at them and his eyes were a sickly yellow and pink instead of the warm brown that Leo was used to--

Raph coming after him like a bat out of hell, and it was all he could do to keep doing defensive moves just to keep him away, his katanas vibrating like they were going to shatter under the force with every blow, realizing with a sickening feeling that his older brother had been holding back every single time they sparred--

Being lifted by that tentacle, looking into Raph's eyes and seeing only blind, murderous hatred where there had once been love and care and understanding, and those hands that had only ever been used to hold him close, to shelter him from the world, to soothe his hurts, those hands were now rearing back to stab and maim and kill, and all that he could think of was that he deserved this, he deserved whatever Raph was about to do to him, he should have just told Raph that he didn't mean to annoy him so much before it was too late, and now Raph was going to kill him--

And he flinched away, arms instinctively going up to protect himself--

And then Raph looked at him like a kicked puppy, expression turning into something heartbreakingly vulnerable, and Leo realized what he'd done with a gut-wrenching feeling of guilt.

Raph would never, ever willingly hurt any of them. Leo knew that, he knew that, he knew that the only reason Raph had even been taken and Krangified in the first place was because he had been trying to keep them all safe, but the knowledge had made his heart leap into his throat and made him just react without thinking anyway, and now Raph was going to think it was his fault, and things would just be even more fucked up than they already were--

He started babbling before he was even aware he was doing it, voice choked. "Raph--Raph, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I know you wouldn't hurt me, it's not your fault, I just reacted, I'm sorry, I know it wasn't you, I know, I know you'd never hurt me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't be mad please don't hate me--"

An arm gently reached out to touch his shoulder, feather-light, like its owner was worried about how it would be perceived, and that just made him sob even harder even as Raph spoke up softly. "Leo. Hey, lookit me. Why d'you think I hate you?"

"B-because I messed up!" he wailed, the tears not being able to stop now. "I w-was a little shit and I didn't--you got hurt because of me--a-and I didn't tell you--and now you think it's your fault--and I almost--and--and I didn't act like a hero, I didn't act like a leader, you should be mad at me, I messed everything up, that's all I ever do, I should've just told you I didn't wanna be the leader and I just made you mad at me and I'm sorry--"

"Oh, Lee. Raph's not mad. I was never mad, okay? We both should've been better, I--I'm just sorry I made you feel like you couldn't.....couldn't talk t' me. I'm sorry I just assumed stuff 'stead of talking it out, an' I'm sorry that.....if I hadn't gotten taken you'd be fine, I'd still do it all again but I should've--I should've been better, I--"

"No, n-no, it's not your fault, I'm the one who--AAGH--" Moving towards Raph made another bolt of pain go up his spine, made him curl into himself again, and before he knew what was happening he was writhing and tears were leaking from his eyes and then Raph was scooping him gently into an embrace, surrounding him with that old familiar warmth.

"Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You're okay. Raph's got ya."

Leo let out another silent wail then, burying his snout into Raph's arms even as the comforting rumble started sounding from deep within his brother's chest. "R-raphie.....it h-hurts, Raphie--"

"I know. I know it does, I know. I'm so, so sorry, Lee. For everythin'. If I coulda kept this from happenin'--I didn' want any of you to get hurt. I didn' want this to get so bad."

"....h-how bad is it. Donnie w-won't tell me--"

"We kinda had to.....staple your shell back together, a couple places. It's.....it'll heal, it just. 'S gonna take a while." Even with his snout pressed into Raph's arm, Leo could somehow feel the guilt and shame rolling off of his oldest brother as a snout was gently laid onto his head. "Don said that yer.....kinda lucky t' not be paralyzed right now, t' be honest."

Leo's breath rattled in his chest at that, his heart stuttering in its rhythm for a few moments before he was able to get it back under control again. To think that he'd been that close to permanently fucking himself up, all in the name of trying to fix things, of trying to make up for this colossal fuck-up that he'd found himself at the center of....that was a fact that was surely going to haunt him for the rest of the days, and judging by the way his entire frame was vibrating as he huddled into Raph's touch, it was already taking a toll on his mental state. Even though his tongue felt like molasses in that moment, he forced himself to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat and speak anyway, wanting so desperately to hear Raph's reassurance in that moment. "B-but it'll g-get better. Right? We can fix it?"

A pause. And then Raph nuzzled the top of his head gently, exhaling softly. "Yeah. We'll fix it. No matter what, okay? I've got ya."

Leo couldn't quite bring himself to believe that. He couldn't quite bring himself to believe that his brothers weren't furious with him for screwing up so badly, or that he hadn't irreparably damaged his relationship with Raph somehow, or even that he'd ever get out of this fucking hospital bed and get back to some semblance of a normal life. He'd suddenly been burdened with the knowledge that the mortality of his entire family hung by nothing but a gossamer thread even at the best of times, that even the tiniest decision could spell doom for them all, and he didn't quite know how to handle finding himself hanging over that new and terrifying precipice.

But at least Raph's hugs still felt the same. At least all of that seemed a little further away, now that his big brother was holding him close again.

And he would just have to be content with that much.

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nierly-amazing · 11 months ago

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Open the Memory Cage: Chapter 24: Shenanigans

Thank you so so much to jJohn313 for being a huge support and kickstarting me into writing again! This still would be in fic limbo (heh) if not for him!

Summary:

Take two…three…four…seven…eight…

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“Don’t you think it’s a little weird to be meddling in someone’s love life like this?” A2 grunted and handed 9S a bag of fruit. “How many picnics have you had so far?”

“We’re not—” 9S snapped. “I mean, we’re trying to—” he slams the lid of the picnic box. “Shut up.”

A2 shrugged and walked off.

11S rolled toward them on an old office chair. "Let's see. So far you've been to the flower fields, the cool spot by the factory where you got attacked by seagulls, the amusement park where you all nearly got killed by that bunny robot..." He leaned back in his chair which gave a threatening creak. "...the spot by the desert where Jackass was testing her new explosives..."

"Yes, we remember," 9S sighed.

11S continued as if he didn't hear him. "...the entrance to the Forest Kingdom because you remembered 21O and 6O can't reach the library without falling apart, aaand the desert oasis that got hit by a sandstorm."

9S glared.

"Okay, geez." 11S rolled away.

“A2 does have a point,” 2B said. She casually slipped a few sandwiches behind the shelves. “Should we really be doing this?”

“It’s fine, it’s for the greater good!”

“The greater good? What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s go!”

6O dug into the bowl of apples and settled herself on the frayed, vaguely plaid blanket. “Thank you so so much for inviting us to another picnic!” she beamed.

“Of course!” 9S said with a mouthful of PBJLT. He scrunched his face up while swallowing the mess.

The Scanners had gotten more creative with sandwiches for their picnic since the previous attempt was less than impressive. Since they lacked the old recipes for condiments, they had to make do with whatever substitutions they could get their hands on. Plus, the thought of killing an animal to put part of its flesh on some bread when they didn’t need to eat seemed—as 42S put it lightly—pretty fucking disturbing.

9S was skeptical at first at the choice, but 13S and 14S assured him they taste-tested them beforehand.

I don’t think they know that ‘taste-testing’ means making sure it passes the test. He quickly washed it down with a glass of fresh-squeezed juice.

At least the drink was good, if a bit chunky.

2B and the Operators each took a sandwich. The Operators quickly tossed theirs behind them when they thought no one was looking but 2B took a few small bites from hers. She made an expression 9S couldn’t decipher and set it back on the plate.

After a bit of idle chit-chat, 9S messaged Anemone to call. Thankfully, it came a lot sooner than before.

“ Geez , Anemone, why do you have to keep calling during our picnics like that? Can’t it wait?” He faked a heavy sigh.

“What do you mean, this was your id—”

“Right! We’ll be there in ten!” He nearly batted his pod out of the air to close the channel.

The Operators both tilted their heads at him.

“I’m so sorry, Anemone needs us again. It’s so inconvenient!”

“What did she need you for?” 6O asked.

“I dunno but it sounds important.”

21O simply looked at him then at 6O. They shrugged.

9S stood and dusted crumbs off himself before he grabbed 2B and turned on his heels. “We’ll be back ASAP! Bye!” They took off at a brisk pace toward the nearest building, dodged behind it, and waited. And waited. And waited. Again, nothing happened. The Operators kept nibbling on the fruit only and engaged in what seemed like small talk.

9S sighed louder than he anticipated. 2B gave him a questioning hum.

“Man, I know these things take time and like I’ve said before we just gotta be patient with them but maaaaaaan.”

“Maybe we can stay the whole time next time,” 2B offered as she peeked out at them.

“Well, they definitely won't say anything in front of us.”

“No, I mean,” she paused and leaned back toward him, “I would like to have just one uninterrupted picnic to spend time with all of you.”

9S sat up straight. “Oh.” He shifted his gaze to a trail of ants on the wall. “Ohhh, 2B I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I was so focused, I didn’t—”

“Nines, it’s not that big of a deal,” 2B snorted.

“You sure? I feel like I’ve been messing up a lot lately.”

“I’m sure. It’s nothing compared to what I’ve—”

“Hey!” 9S put his hand over her mouth. “Don’t talk like that!”

2B whined.

“ 2B ,” he pouted.

“Okay,” she said, muffled through his fingers.

He pulled his hand back and bumped his forehead against hers. She blushed.

After a minute 2B spoke up. “You know, if I can’t say things like that you can’t either.”

“What?”

“You can’t say you’ve messed up like that.”

“But that’s not the same! That—” 2B slapped her hand over his mouth. “Hey!”

“ Nines, ” she said in the same tone he did.

“Yeah, yeah.”

2B snorted and headbutted him.

9S headbutted her back, pushed her against the wall, and pressed his knee between her legs. Her arms slid up his back as he leaned in for a kiss.

“I love you, 2B, don’t ever forget that.” He pressed his fingers to her thigh.

“I love you too, Nines. But…” She grabbed his hand.

“Hm?” He leaned back and looked at her with half-lidded eyes.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, right.” He coughed and shifted his legs. “Anyway, you’re right, let’s just have a normal picnic next time!”

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The next picnic was not, in fact, a normal picnic.

“How was I supposed to know we set up between a moose and her baby?” 9S exclaimed over the ruins of their picnic. “Pod only scans for machines, not wildlife!”

“You still picked the spot, son .” 21O crossed her arms.

“Not sure I like you saying it that way.”

“It’s fine you two!” 6O said while she rubbed her wrist. “The moose didn’t hit me, I just fell! It doesn't hurt that bad. It's not like I have glass bones or paper skin or anything!”

“Still, we need to be careful,” 21O sighed. She turned back to 9S. “ You need to be more mindful when choosing a location. Might I remind you what happened last time...times.”

“Hey, why are you singling me out? 2B helped pick—” His words caught in his throat.

2B looked at him with a frown.

“Er—sorry, 2B. It’s not anybody’s fault. Let’s just find a new place before the moose decides to come back with reinforcements.”

“Fine,” 21O huffed.

6O sighed.

2B finished bagging up all the supplies in their muddied picnic blanket and threw it over her shoulders. It hit her back with a loud crunch.

“Oops.”

9S held back a groan.

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They re-set up at the top of a shrubby hill and dusted off the surviving fruits. 9S nestled himself in 2B’s lap and popped a cherry in her mouth. She bit down a little and her expression softened as the sweet juice flowed into her mouth. And then…

Crunch.

9S sat up. 2B kept crunching but tilted her head at him. He bit his lip.

“Nines?” She swallowed.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” He gave her another cherry.

6O and 21O each took a handful of cherries.

Crunch.

9S cringed. The crunching continued. Inside him a battle waged. He picked up another cherry. He looked to 2B, 6O, and 21O as they happily munched and crunched the stony pits. He looked back to the cherry, shrugged, popped it in his mouth, and bit down.

Crunch.

Well, at least their teeth weren’t made of chalk or anything.

“Wow, humans sure had strong teeth to be able to eat lots of these,” 6O mused between crunches.

“...Yeah,” 9S said. “Y’know, I kinda prefer it without the seed.” He spat one out into the grass. He nodded. “Mmm, much better! Try it!”

6O and 21O shrugged and spat theirs out too.

“Agreed,” 21O said after a moment. 6O nodded, too.

“I like the crunch,” 2B said and popped another in her mouth.

Crunch.

9S bit the inside of his lip.

“Hey, 2B?”

“Hm?”

“I bet I can spit this further than you can!” He aimed and fired a seed into some bushes a few meters away.

2B’s eyes lit up and she immediately shot her seed out further than he could ever dream of, which sprayed him with cherry bits in the process.

She covered her mouth. “Sorry!”

9S snorted and wiped his face. He began to laugh. He grabbed another cherry and shot its seed after 2B’s, much further than before but nowhere near hers. He coughed on a bit of juice and tried again, still laughing.

6O joined in, then 2B; they took more cherries and shot the pits out over and over. A warm feeling grew inside him and he leaned against 2B. She hummed and leaned back but only until she got another cherry. She angled her head with laser precision and launched the seed.

“Come on, 21O!” 6O nudged her. “Join us!”

“I don’t see wh—” She rolled a cherry between her fingers and looked at the others smiling like dorks. A small smile grew on her face. “Oh hell, why not?” She popped the cherry in her mouth and with a deep breath launched the whole thing a few meters away. A small bird sitting in the brush nearby pounced and flew off with the treat.

“Good enough,” 9S chuckled. He leaned against 2B once more and hooked his arm around her for support. 21O huffed and tried again.

9S felt something welling up in his chest. “I’m really glad you came back to us,” he hummed. “I missed this.”

21O raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? We’ve never done this before.”

“I mean like…” He pinched his chin. “I don’t know how to explain it. I know we haven’t done anything like this but it feels right. Like in another universe, this would have been a normal experience for us.”

“Yeah, I feel that,” 6O nodded. “Despite being so distanced from each other back with YorHa, there was still that feeling of…family.” She looked at 21O but looked away when she returned her gaze.

2B pulled 9S closer to her. She didn’t speak but the look on her face made 9S feel warm.

“Despite everything,” 9S murmured, “the four of us still managed to get out of this alive. More or less.”

21O wiped her eyes and nodded. “Despite everything, we’re still here.”

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How was the picnic?

It was great!

We shot cherry seeds from our mouths.

Ah. Ok. Did they confess finally?

No. But we might be getting close. Maybe.

You gotta invite us next time.

Yeah, we’re kinda jealous. You have all that good food all to yourselves.

Well, there is a lot of food, yes.

You’ve had six picnics and never with ussssssssss!

What’s stopping you from having your own?

…Good point.

We’re gonna need more supplies.

Easy peasy! I’m a pro at these things now!

Anyway! They’re gonna start getting suspicious about you leaving all the time if they haven’t already.

Do you think it’s time?

For the ultimate romantic getaway?

The what? Oh, the Lunar Tears?

Yeah, why haven’t you gone there already? That’s like the easy way to get a confession from at least one of them.

True, but I’m worried if that doesn’t work then nothing will.

Maybe just leave them be after this.

Nobody asked you.

Knock it off.

Hmph.

She’s right though. If this doesn’t work then give them a break for a while and see what happens.

I guess. Well, let’s make sure this is The One.

We’re gonna need some candles and the best sandwiches we can create!

Just fruit is fine.

#nier #nier automata #automata #2b9s #9s2b #my fics #my shitposts #my fic #open the memory cage #memory cage

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fandom-nursery · 1 year ago

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Asmo agere headcanons

Has an age range between 3-6 more of less but usually when little he feels less like a defined age and more just generally small

Another pretty frequent regresser. Not as much as Levi or Mammon though

Usually regresses voluntarily unless he is really upset by something

Generally views his regression as a positive experience. He’s very good at projecting an image of the perfect aesthetic little and often uses this image to his advantage and to charm people. However he really struggles with the part of age regression that aren't cute and perfect and feels like those parts need to be hidden

CEO of pretending something is too hard for him while small so that someone else will do it for him

Asmo is incredibly talkative while little and will chatter on enthusiastically about anything and everything to anyone who will listen

Spoiled little princess. He wants everything just so and is very used to being able to bat his eyes or pout and have it happen for him. It’s honestly not that different from when when he’s big

Asmo doesn’t nap. He’s an incredibly active little and his sleep schedule is very important to him. He doesn’t like to mess it up even when little which does sometimes lead to an overtired and fussy Asmo

Loves to be carried and is constantly doing toddler grabby arms up at whoever is closest. He will complain if he’s forced to walk too much on his own

Asmo loves a good bath both big and little and he has a ton of bath toys for himself. Sometimes taking a bath is how Asmo gets himself into his headspace to start with

He loves to play pretend and dress up and dance and take pictures and watch cartoons. Really Asmo is up for almost anything and has a bad habit of starting about 100 different games/projects/activities and then leaving all the stuff he got out for them on the floor and moving on to the next thing without cleaning up

Asmo loves fruit and cupcakes a lot. He is easily convinced to eat something if it is presented to him cutely. He loves pasta dishes where the noodles have been made into fun shapes

Asmo has a huge collection of dolls and plushies as well as a lot of art supplies. He loves calico critters once you introduce him to them. He thinks they’re adorable

He has different comfort clothing that he really likes to wear when small. Mostly soft pastel clothes that look adorable but are loose fitting and comfortable.

Convinced he is the most adorable little in the entire devildom and you have to admit he might be right

He does use a paci now and then although it is mostly for aesthetic reasons rather than it being an actual soothing item

Asmo has a bunch of custom diapers and pull ups with pretty patterns and colors on them! He wears them mostly because he likes how they look and because they make him feel small

A lot of people know about his regression. Asmo is fairly open about it with the people close to him and many of his fans have guessed since he occasionally posts pictures of himself in his regression outfits if he thinks he looks cute enough.

Asmo needs to be taken care of while little. He gets upset if he's on his own and no one is paying attention to him. Deep down Asmo wants someone who cares enough about him as a person to genuinely want to take care of him through all parts of his regression, not just the cute easy parts

Happy to call you whatever you want while he’s little. Mama? Sure daddy? No problem! Just your name? Easy peasy, some other nickname? He thinks it sounds great! He’s very open in that regard

Asmo loves nicknames so really any are received well as long as they aren’t insulting. However, Angel is a special nickname that he only lets you use when you are alone together. The fall was very hard on him and he misses being an angel in the celestial realm the most out of his brothers aside from maybe Lucifer. Being called angel is a big of a guilty pleasure for him that absolutely no one else can know about

He started regressing about midway between the fall and your arrival in the devildom. It helps him feel adored in a nonsexual way which he does really want and need sometimes

Asmo had a hard time admitting fault for anything and is sure to throw and fit if someone tries to put him in time out. He will usually stay in time out once he’s there but will often refuse to give an apology at the end and gets stuck there for longer because of it.

#fandom agere #age regression #obey me #obey me age regression #obey me: shall we date #obey me agre #cg!mc #obey me asmodeus #om! asmodeus #Asmo #asmo agere #asmo age regression #little!asmo #age regressor asmo

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iamvegorott · 1 year ago

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Ink Month 2023 Day 10

Shiny

“Get hold of Edward and ask if he’ll be free for a meeting at eight tomorrow morning. I’ll call Chase for the…” Dark stopped his instructions to Wilford when he opened his office door and saw the reflection of a sea shell sitting on his desk.

“When did you get that shall, Dark?” Wilford casually slipped past Dark and walked to the desk.

“I didn’t. Someone’s been leaving these things on my desk for the past few days.” Dark said as he went to his desk, picking up the shining blue shell and examining it. “I never see who leaves them. They just appear whenever I’m gone. Even if I’m out for only a minute.”

“Looks like someone has a secret admirer~” Wilford sang his tease.

“It’s probably just one of the children. They share gifts with everyone on almost a consistent basis.” Dark went to one of his filing cabinets, opened the top drawer, and started messing with something inside. Wilford popped over and peeked in, smiling at seeing a little makeshift holder for the shells. Little separators and each shell got organized according to size and color. He watched Dark rearrange to get the shells in perfect order before closing the drawer.

“That’s-”

“Say adorable, and I’m kicking you out,” Dark warned.

“Cute,” Wilford said with a huge grin. Dark only rolled his eyes and sat at his desk.

“As I was saying, get a hold of Edward and-”

“Who do you think your secret admirer is?” Wilford made a chair appear in front of the desk. He sat, placed his elbows on the desk, and then held his face with his hands.

“I think I don’t have one, and we have work to do.” Dark snatched one of the papers from under Wilford’s elbow.

“It has to be one of us that can poof. Even if they’re really fast, you’d hear them.” Wilford continued regardless.

“Wil-”

“I know it wasn’t myself or you. So that leaves Marvin, Mare, Phantom, and Anti.” Wilford listed with his fingers. “Marvin would want credit for a gift, so it can’t be him. Phantom doesn’t like you-”

“He doesn’t like me?”

“Something about being too far up your own ass to be fun.” Wilford waved a hand and shrugged.

“Coming from the-”

“Mare is infatuated with Mad, whether he admits it or not.” Wilford cut off whatever insult Dark was going to say. “So that leaves Anti.” His eyes widened, and he perked up.

“Don’t.”

“It makes perfect sense! He can poof, likes shiny things, and is totally crushing on you, too.” Dark didn’t even get a chance to deny or respond before the door opened, and Anti stepped in.

“Hey, edge lord, Chase wants to know when you want tomorrow’s meeting to be.” Anti didn’t bat an eye at Wilford being in the room but then had a big reaction to suddenly getting half-tackled by the man. “The fuck are you doing!?” He snapped as he tried to squirm away. “Get out of there!”

“I knew it!” Wilford exclaimed, showing Dark what he took out of Anti’s pocket.

A shiny shell.

“He’s your secret admirer!”

“What!? I’m not! Sh-Shut up!” Anti’s face went bright red. “I-I found…shut up!” He yelled again when Wilford grinned at him.

“Dark’s kept each shell, you know.”

“He…has?” Anti stopped his escape attempts, blush deepening.

“I have.” Dark finally broke his stunned silence. “I would like to say-”

“Don’t be a dick,” Anti said without a thought. Clearly defensive and trying to keep some form of a wall up still.

“Thank you.” Dark nodded slightly.

“I-” Anti’s voice got caught in his throat. That previous wall shattered, and now he was the stunned one. “Really?”

“Yes. Now, I know these were gifts, but I would like to return the favor. Perhaps with dinner?”

“Dinner?” Anti looked to Wilford, still somewhat expecting to be told that this was a joke or a prank or something. But all he got was an encouraging smile and two thumbs up. “Oh…uh…sure.”

“I’ll get you from the Septiceye House at six?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you then and tell Chase the meeting for tomorrow will be at four.”

“Okay.” Anti looked between the two again before sending himself away.

“Four? I thought you wanted the meeting at eight in the morning?” Wilford asked.

“I have plans tonight. I don’t want to worry about an early meeting the next day,” Dark stated.

“I think you want to have time for some night-after cuddles~”

“I am not-”

“So dirty, Dark. But I can’t blame you.” Wilford winked and was gone in his puff of pink.

“He is very lucky that he is my friend,” Dark muttered to himself and got to work until it was time for his ‘not date’.

#danti #ink month 2023 #veggie ink month #veggie writes

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cinnamon-bunni · 4 months ago

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Day 20: Hot Cider

hiii here is my first (and only, sadly) fic for Obey Me Month!!! i meant to do other days, but alas, i never got around to finishing them;;; which is sad, because i was SO excited to write about them lol (one being about Lucifer being posessed by a ghost, and another of Simeon becoming a fallen angel with Raphael's POV of it happening).

this was also made for AI-less Whumptober! the prompts i had used for this fic were "Enemy to Caretaker" and “'if you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now'”!

either way!! i really like this one, so i hope you all do as well!! please enjoy it!

read it on ao3! word count: 3.6k pairing: gen (Satan & Lucifer)

Satan should have considered things going awry since the beginning. But he was so sure that it wouldn't, that he was smart enough to avoid whatever accidents or disasters that could have appeared if he didn't follow the rules to a T, but here he was, so sick that he couldn't even leave his bed. He was an idiot.

It had been exactly five months since the Fall; since Lucifer and his brothers had arrived in the Devildom, since Diavolo invited them in, since they started to reside in the House of Lamentation. Five months since her death. The angelic sister to the brothers that he had memories of that weren't his own. It was obvious from the beginning that no one quite knew what to do with him, and Satan had felt the same way towards them. Rage pulses through his veins, leaving him to snap and growl at any of them that got to close—especially him. Lucifer. All of them were annoying in their own right, but it was something about the once great morning star that made him his vision go red and want to destroy everything around him.

Leviathan was an annoying, sniveling so-called demon, who swayed between being a wallflower and a weeping mess. Asmodeus loved to touch him and pretend like everything was fine, leaving Satan to fantasize about ripping off that cheery smile off his face. Mammon liked to flaunt power that he didn't have—proclaiming to be Satan's older brother when he wasn't, they weren't brothers—and tried to boss him around before getting scared by the feral power that Satan possessed. At least the twins left him alone, clearly more focused on sticking together like they were conjoined at the hip, licking their own wounds without much care for anyone else around them. And then there was Lucifer; the one who tried time after time to reign him in, not even batting an eye as threats ceaselessly flew out of Satan's mouth.

Satan hated him. He hated the memories he had, the pride that flowed in his blood, and that look in his eyes. Everyone looked at Satan like that, but it was different with Lucifer.

Satan at least wasn't alone on his hatred towards the eldest demon. Belphegor also hated Lucifer, and he knew it was because her death. Satan never touched that subject—he knew he wasn't allowed to. Thinking about her felt...weird. It was looking at her through a different lens, different pair of eyes. Satan hated Lucifer for that, too. Subjecting that too him. Making him remember things he wasn't even there for. For simply bringing him to existence.

Sometimes it was the smaller things that made Satan blow up, though. The last five months had been the same, sans the hesitance of everyone around him. Granted, they do still sometimes chain him down at times, when his temper takes over and he's "too far gone" in their opinion, but they didn't stare at him with bewilderment as much.

(Lucifer still stared, though. He was going to claw that demon's eyes out one of these days.)

Taking revenge on someone was something Satan started to do after he watched Belphegor do it. He didn't know what had started it, but apparently Belphegor had done something to the soap used for their dishwasher, leaving a huge mess of suds.

"That's what you get," Belphegor had sneered at Mammon, the one who had accidentally started it. It had left the dishwasher broken, leaving the rest of them having to hand-wash everything from then on, but Satan didn't stay mad at long. His mind lingered on those words that the youngest said to his brother.

(Maybe one of these days, Satan could say it to Lucifer, for everything he'd done. Everything he hadn't done. For everything.)

After that incident, which would go down in history as the infamous "the soapsuds incident," Satan figured that he could do the same towards the Avatar of Pride. Why not? Lucifer was always denying Satan of something, always getting on his nerves, and was usually the reason he lost his cool in the first place. It was in Satan's right to get back at him, wasn't it?

Belphegor had done something childish, something simple. What if Satan went above and beyond, something better? Ruining someone’s day ought to be so much easier if it was done with a curse, right?

Satan wouldn’t say magic was his forte by any means, but books were his best friend. And with them came knowledge of sigils, summoning circles, curses, and the hypothetical of potion creating. He doubted he'd ever dabble in the latter, but curses? Curses could be made for just about anything: ranging causing true pain and suffering to your mortal enemy, causing them a terrible death; to feeling as though their hands are constantly covered in caked-up flour that they can't get off; even to just ensuring someone to have the hiccups for twenty-four hours. The possibilities were endless, and it certainly piqued Satan's interest.

Trying out curses, especially in secret, was hard. He stopped doing the secret part of it though, instead deciding to hide it as just a passing interesting if someone—Lucifer—asked about it. Satan was proud of the progress he had made in just the week alone, and after being unjustly denied a trip down to a cafe to relax and have some time to himself outside of the stuffy old House, he decided it was the perfect time to try out a simple curse on Lucifer.

Hard cut to Satan in bed, a fever wracking through his body, with his vision so bad he was practically seeing double. If only Lucifer was the one experiencing this.

The curse was a simple one to give a few symptoms that mimicked the common cold. A bit of a cough, maybe an annoying headache. Something that couldn't be traced back to Satan. So why was he the one to be the receiving end of a much worse version of it? What had he done wrong?

Lucifer probably would have done it correctly. The thought of that made Satan want to tear up one of his pillows, but had no strength to do so. Instead, he wallowed in misery.

(Lucifer wouldn't have royally fucked up, not like this.)

Satan didn't know what time it was. Hell, he wasn't even sure how much time had passed since he first woke up—it was hard to stay awake, much less think any coherent thoughts. His mind mainly lingered on his anger towards Lucifer; everything besides that was fuzzy at best.

There was a knock on his door. At least, Satan believed so. It was hard to hear, like trying to listen to a TV while being submerged underwater (another symptom to be tallied, if he were paying acute attention to it. Safe to say, Satan was not). He groaned at the noise that, quite possibility, didn't even exist in the first place. Time seemed to jump around and also never pass while he was miserable and unable to even able get a single word out. He wasn't able to keep track of how many seconds, minutes, or even hours had passed between every time he blinked.

If Satan strained his eyes to focus, then he could see a shadowy....thing. A humanoid-figure. Two of them, but he was pretty sure that was because of his double-vision. It was someone that hadn't been invited in, who decided to just barge in without Satan's permission. At the faint thought of the violation of his personal space, he growled.

Well, attempted to growl was probably more fitting. Because the second he tried to make a sound, a horrible cough left him instead, his scratchy throat leave him only in pain when he tried to put it into use.

The hovering figure above said something, and if Satan focused hard enough, he could hear the voice. What they were saying, he had no idea; the words could not be processed by his brain in a way that made sense to him. The only thing that stood out was the voice itself. Right as Satan connected that voice to a familiar face, a glove had was pressed onto his forehead.

Satan flinched away from the cool touch, and gave a proper growl this time—his throat hated him for it, but he swallowed down his coughs. No way in hell was this asshole here. But Lucifer continued to speak, more of something Satan couldn't understand. He wanted to yell at the Avatar of Pride to leave him alone, to mind his own damn business, but a soft croak came out in its stead.

Satan then settled on glaring as hard as he could, in hopes that maybe that would deter the demon before him. At first it had worked, or so Satan had thought. He was proud of it, being left alone in his room to lay in his sweat-soaked clothes, but then moments later Lucifer was back.

Something freezing cold was pushed against his lips. He kept his mouth shut tight and titled his head to the side to fight away whatever it was Lucifer was trying to do to him. There was more words that came from Lucifer, ones that Satan still didn't understand.

"Leave," was all he was able to croak out before it was followed by another coughing fit, worse than the last.

More cold, gloved hands were on him, grabbing and moving him like he was a lifeless doll. Not that he could fight it off, as much as Satan wanted to. His limbs felt like lead, and his head filled with fuzzballs. Next thing he knew, he was placed into a sitting position with his back against the headrest. It was cold just as everything else was, and Satan absentmindedly wished to be able to wrap a blanket around his body. Considering how he couldn't even bat Lucifer away from him, he doubted he could do a simple action such as that.

He shivered.

With squinted eyes, Satan watched as Lucifer moved close again, with something in his hand. Whatever it was, it was pressed against Satan's mouth once more, this time with more force to try and pry his lips open.

Satan, again, moved his head away to fight back. Something left Lucifer—a distinctive sigh of disappointment that would've made Satan smirk in triumph. If he had any energy he certainly would have, but right now he was panting like he had just competed in a triathlon just to be able to breathe properly. More talking, more of Satan not being able to understand. If anything, the more he strains his ears, the further away Lucifer sounded.

Which, fine by him. Anything to at least give the illusion that Lucifer of all demons wasn't right beside him.

The item Satan still wasn't able to identify was pressed onto his lips for a third time. Satan repeated the same action for a third time, unwilling to do a single thing Lucifer wanted him to do. He may be sick or cursed or sick via curse or whatever, but he wasn't going to go down easy for Lucifer to laugh at.

He was sure it would work again. And it did, to a point. But then Lucifer pinched his nostrils closed.

His eyes widened at the sudden inability to breathe. He was quick to open his mouth for air, and in lieu of it came a cold liquid. He choked and sputtered on it, the cool water—because it was water, Lucifer was trying to force-feed him water—suddenly turning burning hot the second it entered his throat. He spat out what he could, and with the container drawn away from him, the water quickly soaked deep into his clothes and sheets.

He wanted to yell, to scream at Lucifer. How dare he fucking try limit his breathing just to fucking do that to him? Who did he think he was? What, did he think forcing down gallons of water down his gullet would help? That Satan even wanted his help?

(Satan wanted nothing that Lucifer offered. He wanted nothing to do with the demon.)

Instead of saying any of that, Satan groaned and closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep. Never had his anger made him sleepy before, but he shouldn't be surprised. Right now he just wanted to rest.

There was more talking, something louder against the waves of fuzz that washed through his head. Lucifer should've just been happy that he stayed sitting up; it was probably uncomfortable to sleep on a water-soaked mattress. Satan took in deep breathes as he basked in the darkness, calming himself down. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed, he could pretend Lucifer wasn't even there.

Time passed. It didn't feel like much to Satan, but Lucifer's hand had grabbed onto his shoulder and shook him hard. He opened his eyes back only to glare, before closing them again with a softer groan. It hurt too much to speak. If he could, he would've said a lot of choice words to the older demon, but as of right now, all he could do was to try and drift to sleep.

Of course though, Lucifer wouldn't have that. Lucifer practically lived to deny Satan anything and everything. Something new was pressed against his mouth—really, Satan was getting tired of this bullshit—something warm, this time. Satan didn't have the energy to fight, despite the cursing that was going through his head. He couldn't bring himself to fight off Lucifer anymore.

This time, a warm, gentler liquid was poured into his mouth. It soothed the feeling his throat immensely, a pleased hum leaving Satan as he drank it. There was an aching pain as his throat muscles worked it down, but the soothing elements of the drink won that battle. The taste of it was familiar to Satan, though he couldn't place how. He racked his brain, but he was always brought back to the idea of rest. He kept his eyes closed, his head nodding off to one side. He didn't shake off the hand that fixed his matted hair despite how desperately he wanted to. All he could do was fall back asleep.

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His mouth was full of cotton balls when he woke up. Not literally of course, but the fuzzy feeling there felt new and odd to him. He forced himself to sit up, his sore body protesting as he did so, and stared at the first thing that caught his attention. The more his mind cleared the louder it got in its confusion and protests at the sight that sat beside his bed.

Lucifer was there, seated in a chair that was probably drawn up from the common room, with his head tilted down, eyes closed, and arms crossed. Suddenly, at the clear sight of him there, everything flooded back to him; the in-and-out state he had been in yesterday—or perhaps it had been earlier that day, Satan couldn't remember—where he had been drifting in and out of sleep, before Lucifer had come in to try and help.

Why it had to be Lucifer, Satan didn't know. His grip on his blankets tightened. If had been Beelzebub or Belphegor, or even Mammon, Satan wouldn't have minded as much. But no, it was Lucifer; the demon he despised with every fiber of his being, the demon who taunted and smirked at him whenever he won, whenever he cracked into Satan's own pride bit-by-bit.

(Lucifer would never let him down after this, would he? Satan wanted to kill him at the thought.)

The curse should have worked dammit. Why had it backfired? What had Satan done wrong? He followed everything down to the letter, so why had it hurt him that badly, and not who he had targeted.

Satan hastily grabbed his pillow, and threw it with as much strength he could muster at Lucifer. Which was a lot, despite his sickness just hours ago, because it was enough to almost knock Lucifer out of his chair. It didn't happen, which was a shame, really.

Lucifer's eyes snapped open and quickly landed onto Satan. A glare formed as Lucifer stated, "It appears that you're feeling better, then."

"Get out," Satan answered with. His voice was hoarse, his throat still not in the best condition, but he didn't care. A moment longer with him and Satan was going to go apeshit. "I don't want to even look at you right now."

"Now, is that what you say to someone who saved your life?" And there it was: that smug aura that consumed everything around Lucifer. A cocky, shit-eating grin was on Lucifer's face as he continued. "You should be thankful, really."

"For what? For trying to suffocate me, or for trying to drown me?" He reached behind for another pillow; he tossed it at Lucifer with just as much strength as the last, but Lucifer caught it. Satan growled. "I don't have to say shit to you."

The fucking smirk didn't leave Lucifer's face. Satan wanted to claw it off. "Need I remind you what condition you were in? Or were you too out of it to realize the severity of the situation?"

"I didn't need you," Satan sneered. "I would've been fine."

Lucifer had the audacity to scoff—the sound made Satan bear his teeth. "If I wasn't around, you'd be long dead by now."

"Shut it," Satan hissed, "I don't care what you have to say. Get out of my room."

Lucifer shook his head. "How ungrateful," he muttered, and continued in a threateningly low voice, his glare sharp. "Do you even understand what was happening to you? That you were dying because of your actions? I saw the page you were on in that book of yours—it's an easy curse to mess up. Any mediocre caster would've made the same mistake as you did. And because of that, you almost died. You're severely lucky that I knew how to cure it. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here right now. So don't go be disrespecting me like that, not after fixing something you caused."

Satan hated that his cheeks flushed, like he was a child being scolded by their parent. He wished he had more things to throw at him and his dumb face—or maybe the power to scratch and bite at Lucifer. That would be nice.

"Whatever," he spat, "just leave already. I don't need your fucking gloating ass in here. I get it, now go away."

Lucifer tsked, and sighed, "Very well." He raised from his chair with poise, dusting off invisible dirt as he did so. "I left the antidote for the curse in that mug. I mixed in some extra ingredients in order to make it go down easier. Drink it. Or don't. Your choice, really, but I'm sure you want to make sure that the curse is completely gone. Wouldn't want to go through that whole ordeal again, now do we?"

With one final flash of a smirk, Lucifer excused himself from the room. The second the door clicked close, Satan searched for a pillow; one was on the floor, the other left on the chair by Lucifer, so Satan instead balled up a blanket, pressed it against his face, and screamed.

Damn Lucifer and his arrogance. He wanted to kill him. The smirk wouldn't leave his head—that know-it-all look, that mightier-than-thou tone in his voice. He wanted to destroy it, to dig his nails into his face until it was a bloody mess.

He stopped screaming. He lowered the blanket a few seconds later, and stared at the conspicuous mug on the bedside table. He hated that his throat was sore, and hated even more that there was no water in sight, nothing other than the drink Lucifer had left as proof that he had won.

Satan leaned over to grab it. The mug was cold. He swished it around; the amber-colored liquid only filled up to a quarter of the mug, and was probably lukewarm. With an upset huff, Satan took a sip of it.

He recognized the taste; it was the same one that Lucifer had forced onto him earlier, the one that had actually went down. He wasn't able to identify the flavors then, but despite being cold, he was able to confidently name the drink this time.

It was apple cider. Hot, once, but now cold enough that it made Satan wince slightly at the worsened taste from being left out. Whatever the antidote was that Lucifer said he had used also messed with the flavor of it as well, leaving him dissatisfied with what once was a good cider. Unfortunately, he drank more of it. There wasn't much left of it anyway, and it helped soothed his throat. In seconds, he drank down the last few drops of it,

(Satan liked hot apple cider. He didn't think he's ever told anyone, though.)

Once he was done, he stared down into it for a moment. His grip on the mug was tight as he replayed the events of what had happened over and over again in his head. Losing to Lucifer, being bested by him by something so dumb as messing up a curse, the utter misery he had felt during those hours, and Lucifer's succeeding smile because he was just so fucking proud of himself for winning. He thought about Lucifer putting the antidote into a home-made apple cider so it would be palatable for him to drink.

The ceramic cracked a bit from his grip. Before it could completely break under his grip, Satan threw it at the door. Distantly, he acknowledged the shattering noise of the mug breaking into pieces, but as it did he buried his head into his blanket once more and screamed until his throat was bloody.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me fic #bunni's fics

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 years ago

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[3:19 pm]

(cw: cursing like right off the bat)

“Shit!” You heard husband!Yuta curse.

“Are you okay?” You called out.

“I’m good!” He called back, obviously lying but he didn’t sound hurt so he must be fine. He had on multiple occasions come running from one side of the house to the other to receive a kiss on something as small as a paper cut, no running this time.

For a good five minutes you heard various cupboards slamming closed, water running, scrubbing, and cursing. He had asked you a few times where you kept the bleach, the nail polish remover, and any other harsh stain remover. You sent him confused looks, praying he wasn’t deciding to make “potions” like he told you he used to do when he was a kid. You figured he might have spilled something and was trying to clean it up before you saw, after a few more minutes you sat up and made your way to the bathroom.

You knocked on the door, “You know not to mix chemicals right?”

The door flew open to reveal a flushed and panicked Yuta, “Of course I know, I was being careful.”

He held his hands behind his back and pressed a quick peck to your cheek, on his way to his phone that was charging.

“Have you finished painting your nails yet? You usually show me once you’ve finished them.”

He hesitated for a second, body frozen, “I messed them up and I haven’t started over yet.”

“I can do them for you!” You reached for his hands, holding them in your own to lead him back to the bathroom where you kept the nail polish. Upon reaching the bathroom, you froze. “Why is there a huge black stain on our new bath mat?”

“So, funny story- hilarious even. I might have accidentally knocked over the nail polish and stained the rug.”

You took a deep breath, calming your annoyed thoughts, “It’s just a rug, next time please be more careful.” Yeah just a rug that had been placed there that very morning. Just a rug that took you almost two months to find because a certain husband of yours was picky about the feeling of the rugs because they would “feel weird” or “didn’t have enough bounce”- whatever that meant.

Yuta let out a sigh of relief, “At least you didn’t notice my wedding band!”

“What about your wedding band Yuta? Did you lose it again? That’s the third one in two years!”

The first lost wedding band had been understandable, he was washing dishes and it happened to go down the drain. All good, no harm no foul. But the second band, that one had happened just a few months after the first. He lost it somewhere in the house, so you both tore the house apart looking for it. You checked between cushions after he said he stuck his hand there for a second, checked his pants pockets after he said he was reaching for his phone a lot, and even checked the shower drain despite knowing his ring could have never fallen in. This loss was the most annoying knowing that the ring was surely somewhere in the house, and it took almost 5 months for Yuta’s replacement ring to come in. Even more annoying when he would jokingly tease that he was a “free man” knowing damn well he could barely get through his proposal and his vows without a sob and shuddering breath leaving him every two minutes.

“Well, I guess this is better than losing it... I got nail polish on it and it’s not coming off.”

“Call the jeweler, I’m sure this will be a fun one for them.”

He smiled nervously, making his way over to his phone. His eyes remained locked with yours, full of nerves and apprehension while the line rang, “You still love me right?”

“I guess I married you for a reason. You should go back to the store to get another rug since you’re so picky too.”

“Another couple outing- Yes, hi this is Nakamoto Yuta, I stained my ring- no, I didn’t lose another one.” He started.

Till death do you part, I guess.

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 blurbs #nct 127 timestamps #yuta scenarios #yuta x reader #yuta fluff #yuta blurbs #yuta timestamps

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specialagentlokitty · 3 years ago

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Hotch x reader - empty spot

Would it be alright to ask for 20, 14, and 25 with Hotch. I trust to to make something interesting out of this. - Anon 💜

14. “I can still hear your voice in my dreams, but I don’t know if it’s really you.”

20. “Why do you do this?” “Because I have nothing left.”

25. “Let me hold your just for once.”

Standing by the pay phone, you were debating whether or not to make the call you had been thinking about making for a while.

You didn’t know whether it was safe to do so or not, but you so desperately had to do this.

After a few minutes of thinking, you finally walked over to the phone and placed the coins in before you dialled the number you had burned into your brain.

You waited as it rang, and just before you hung up someone answered.

“Hotchner.”

Your heart started to race.

“Hello?”

“Hotch?”

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) where are you?”

“I… I can’t tell you… I’m sorry I just… I had to tell you I’m okay.”

“We can help.”

You sighed softly, and let out a sad laugh as you shook your head to yourself.

“You can’t… I’m sorry…”

“Why?”

“Because it’s my fight to face… something I have to do alone…”

“You always think you have to do things alone…” he whispered.

“I have to this time…”

You heard Hotch take a deep breath before he replied.

“Why do you do this?” He asked.

“Because I have nothing else left…”

“(Y/N) what’re you talking about?”

You smiled to yourself and turned to face the field across from the pay phone.

Honestly, you weren’t sure where you were but it was a beautiful place.

“I can still hear your voice in my dreams, but I don’t know if it’s really you.”

“Please…”

“Sometimes I wonder if I can ever see you again… I miss hearing your voice… I miss seeing your smile… I miss you both… and I’m sorry I can’t be there Aaron…”

You looked at your watch and looked at the car that was parked across the street.

“I miss you….”

With that, you hung up.

You couldn’t bare with hearing him begging you to come back, to let the team help you with whatever you were trying to get through.

You knew you’d give it and you couldn’t bare to bring them into the mess you made when you were a teenager.

Heading over to the car, you climbed into the passenger seat and looked at the man who started driving.

“Did you say your goodbyes?” He asked.

“Yeah…”

He flicked his gaze to you before giving you a sad smile.

“I’m really sorry kid, but there’s no other way.”

“I know but… Ben do you think there’s a chance we make it out this alive…?”

“I don’t know.” Ben sighed.

You nodded your head and pulled out the picture from the small wallet in your pocket.

You ran your thumb along the imagine before holding it out the window and dropping it.

You couldn’t let anything link back to them, that wasn’t a risk you wanted to take with them.

When you guys arrived at where you were supposed to be, you shoved all the way to the back of your head and turned to your old friend.

“Ready?”

“Let’s finish this.”

Things moved too quickly, yells and people passing by like a blur.

You were on a one track mind for one person and when you found her you stood in front of her, your blood soaked bat dripping on the floor.

“Hey sister.” She grinned.

“Shut up Lura.”

“Aw that hurts.”

You charged her and swung your bat, barely missing her face which made her laugh wildly.

It was like a game of tag, both of you taking swings for one another until you finally landed one on her chest.

She fell to the floor and you knelt in front of her.

“You deserve this…”

Standing up, you swung the bat again before walking out of the room, meeting Ben in front of the building.

“You’ve got a bit of.”

He pointed to your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Tossing your bat to the floor, you pulled the light from your pocket and lit up, looking down at the soaked floor before taking a step outside.

You tossed the light and watched the whole place burn in one huge flame.

“Will you go back home?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know…”

How could you? After what you did?

So you didn’t.

You avoided going home, you simply travelled from place to place.

After months you found yourself sitting on a fence in some small hidden away town.

Looking at the map in your hands, you heard sirens approaching and looked up to watch black cars race past you, to the house in front of you.

You recognised your team as they got out, but they didn’t seem to notice you so you stayed there for a little bit.

Watching everything go down, you jumped from the fence, folding the map you started to walk away.

“Wait.”

You stopped.

“Turn around.”

You slowly did, offering a sad smile to the man in front of you as he lowered and holstered his gun.

“Hey Aaron…”

Hotch rushed over, only stop just before he reached you because he saw you flinch.

The heartbreak in his eyes was real.

“Where did you go…?” He asked.

“I… had to finish something…”

Hotch reached out a hand, giving you a gentle and pleading smile.

“Let me hold you, just for once.”

You reached out, taking his hand and letting him pull you into him.

Immediately his arms were around you, his nose buried into your neck he held a tight grip on you.

This was all you wanted, but for some reason you didn’t feel fully happy, and you didn’t know why

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron x reader

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localcactushugger · 4 years ago

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Does anyone else ever get sad thinking about the abuse Hawks went through as a kid? Because I keep making myself sad thinking about it.

It's so many different kinds of fucked up that just mixed together and created one huge toxic environment.

#1) The physical abuse.

Right off the bat, Chapter 299 starts with Keigo getting hit by his father for leaving the house. It doesn't actually show Keigo being smacked, instead it shows a panel of their "home". (although it's extremely small and looks more like a broken down shack in a field to me)

But the sound of the "smak" is very much punctuated in the panel, followed by Keigo hunched over with marks on his face:

The marks on his face are prevalent. Even in the smaller panel, Keigo still has a very obvious bruise under his eye and above his eyebrow.

THEN he gets kicked in the side/stomped on for "turning his back" on his father?? (Aka doing nothing. Literally what did he do?? Wtf?):

He's getting smacked and kicked around, but instead of crying or getting upset he just endures. Which brings me to:

#2) The Emotional and verbal abuse. (Strap in cause there's a lot of it.)

Keigo apologizes after his father kicks him for no reason, then he curls up into a ball, clings to his Endeavor plushy, and listens as his own father rants about how much he wishes that Keigo was never born.

^^^^^^^ LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID ASSHOLE. HE'S LITERALLY CLINGING TO HIS PLUSHY FOR COMFORT!! WHY ISN'T ANYONE HUGGING HIM??? CAN I HUG HIM??

Keigo says that he knew his parents were broken, so he endured because he wanted to avoid their fate.

Basically: "I know my parents are broken, but need to endure because I don't want to become broken too."

That's a horrible mindset for a child to have?? He's basically saying that he just needs to take the abuse and hope that he doesn't break because of it?

And I don't know how he wouldn't break from it with the way his parents talk to him, and all the horrible things they say:

The constant screaming/yelling. Like Shit.

"Don't do a damn thing!" " Who did you sell me out too?? You can't fool me!!" "Don't leave this house!" "Don't you dare lie to me!!" "Don't go talking to anyone!!" "You thought you'd get away with it didn't you??"

"How many times have I told you not to turn your back on me??"

"If only that punk was never born I'd be free."

"Why were you even born?" "Why do you even have those wings?"

He's gotten it from both parents. And every time it happens he just hugs his plushy a little tighter.

#3) The neglect.

In pretty much all panels of Keigo's home theres Trash everywhere. If you go back and look at the house there isn't a single panel without some kind of trash in the frame. I see beer bottles, wine bottles, wooden planks, trash bags, newspapers, dirty rags, dirty laundry hanging from the wall & hangers, floor boards coming up, leaks from the top of the walls.

The "house" is barely holding together as it is. It looks like it's about to collapse, and the inside makes you think a tornado ran through it. Nobody is bothering to clean up the mess. In fact the only person who seems to be patching up the house is Keigo. This seems to be a routine for him since he can be seen picking up a wooden plank to fix the wall. Too bad his father kicked him before he could repair the hole 🙃.

Seriously does the "house" even have running water? The windows are broken the walls are made of tin roofing tiles. Does it even have heating or insulation? It's obviously not suitable for a child. I'd be afraid that the roof was gonna fall on me while I was sleeping.

I understand they can't buy a proper home. But it wouldn't be so bad if someone acutely bothered to clean the inside a bit. At least maintain the house so your kid doesn't step on a nail, or glass from a beer bottle. IF A CHILD CAN PATCH UP A WALL SO CAN YOU. WHY IS KEIGO DOING ALL THE WORK?

You people are gonna get rats and bugs. (If you dont have them invading your "house" already)

And that's only the house.

What about Keigo? He doesn't even have shoes. His shirt is torn at the seams. And his parents didn't even notice when he left? Keigo's dad yelled at him for leaving the house and going outside, but was anyone even watching him in the first place? How does your child leave the house and make it halfway to the city before you notice? This little bird looks like he weighs 5 pounds! He's gonna get kidnapped!!

His mom is obviously unstable and she stares at the wall all day. And his dad hates him for existing. So I guess no one was watching him?

His mom also doesn't really seem to care when Keigo gets yelled at, hit, and kicked either. She just kinda stares at the wall. Then when her and Keigo become homeless and start living in a train station she guilt trips him into stealing for her. Like Really??

HE GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT TOO! You sent your child out to steal for you and he literally got into a car accident. He managed to save everyone involved but still, are trying to get your son hit by a truck? This is why I have so many mixed feelings about Tomie.

#4) Being held hostage in his own home.

This one is self explanatory. Keigo got hit in the face just for going outside. He was held hostage in his home for so long that he didn't even know heroes existed. And this is a society where heroes are everywhere. I'm sure it was a lonely childhood, kinda hard to make childhood friends when you get beaten just for leaving the house.

#5) Whatever the fuck "rough training" was.

I know we haven't seen Keigos "rough" training yet. Horikoshi only went into a little bit of detail about it when he mentioned that the commission taught Hawks negotiation skills as a kid. And then theres that one image in the Season 4 outro where Keigo has a blindfold on as a child during training.

But I still would like to know more.

Why would you put a child through "rough" training, strip him of his name, and tell him it's all because he's gonna become a "special hero" right after you've pulled him out of an extremely abusive situation. Like, you aren't gonna wait a bit? Preferably until he's a teenager? Not gonna give him therapy or something?

Isn't pulling a child out of an abusive situation and putting them through "rough training" kinda like transfering them from one abusive household to another?

LET THE BOY REST! LET THE KID BE A KID. YOU ONLY HAVE ONE CHILDHOOD AND HE'S ALREADY MISSED OUT ON MOST OF HIS!!

The training can wait.

If you want help him and support his family, do it out of the kindness of your heart and not because you think he'd be a useful hero.

I honestly don't know how this "training" went for Keigo, but considering that he doesn't currently have the best relationship with the HPCS . . . Well I don't know. All I know is that he never really seems too happy around people from the commission. He doesn't seem to agree with any of their ideologies either.

Honestly I just want him to find peace!

Based on what we've seen so far, (*cough* especially from the Todoroki family *cough*) you really shouldn't be training a child to become a hero in the first place. The training can start as a teenager if someone chooses to train.

Look at the way you massacred my boy! Give the kid a break for fucks sake!!

And these are just the early years. Don't get me started on everything else ✋🙄

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #bnha spoilers #keigo takami #takami keigo #bnha hawks #mha hawks #mha spoilers #pro hero hawks #hawks meta #hawks bnha #hawks mha #mha spoiler #bnha spoiler

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munsons-maiden · 3 years ago

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I feel like, and this is a BIG ASS IF, IF Eddie was supposed to be killed off for good, for whatever the reason (we can say covid probably messed up a lot of ideas and plans, maybe even got the team forgotten what was written or whatever), Joseph's press stuff would've been done basically. Like it kinda was at first after volume 2 came out. But the Suffer Bros saw how badly they messed up, they're planning on bringing Eddie back now because of fan fallout. And why Joseph's been on mega press tour while the rest of the cast just be chillin lol.

Which, as happy as I will be if Eddie lives, I'm not sure if I'd want Kas Eddie now, because I feel like Suffers would be doing it to 'please' the fans and mess it up. I'd rather fanfic Kas Eddie because we know how it should be done lol, where they'd just be slapping a bandaid on a wound and go SEE WE FIX YOU CAN'T BE MAD AT US ANYMORE! lol. I hope I make sense and am not rambling 😭

I'm not so sure if Eddie returns that the Duffers didn't plan this all along. I mean, I want him back and I don't care if they spontaneously bring him back because of the fan reaction he got or if they planned to bring him back but there is just too much foreshadowing in the season. The Will/Eddie parallels (the Missing poster vs. the newspaper article, both scribbled with sharpie; Wayne Munson wearing the same jacket as Jonathan while he was putting up Eddie's Missing poster; the song When It's Cold I'd Like To Die playing during Will's "death" in ST1 & playing during Eddie's in ST4), the whole Iron Maiden reference in the this-is-music-scene and the huge amount of Kas symbolsim attached to Eddie (the vampire skull ring, the spiked shield), as well as the tattoos (some of them might not simply be foreshadowing for ST4 but for ST5 as well). Yes, it could all be seen as coincidental, a few neat references...but it's weird that there are so many? And we know that the Duffers love their foreshadowing and symbolism. So I actually think if/when they bring Eddie back, it was planned all along.

Either way: they left the door open three inches to bring Eddie back.

I keep saying it and I'll say it again: my worst fear is that they bring Eddie back as anything else than his old, sweet, gentle, lovely self because that would feel like seeing him die all over again and I'm not sure how I should ever recover from that tbh. But in my eyes, the whole Kas theory would only make sense if they used it to an extent: Vecna brings back Eddie like El did for Max, and flays him because he needs someone to do his dirty work. And it's about saving Eddie - a beautiful storyline for Dustin, btw. They did something similar with Will in ST2 (and that's where the Will/Eddie parallels come in to play, in my opinion.)

So even if the Duffers were bringing Eddie back only because of the fandom, they still, intentionally or not, built the ground to do it well. There is too much foreshadowing to bring him back in a bad way, in my opinion. The wave is there, they only need to surf it. Eddie's return is basically writing itself - in a beautiful, meaningful way.

Because as tragic as his death was, he saved Dustin. It wasn't pointless. The writing in itself, leading up to the situation, wasn't good in my opinion but from Eddie's POV everything made perfect sense, and without Eddie, Dustin would have fallen prey to the bats as well. How beautiful would it be, for Dustin to be the reason that Eddie The Banished manages to banish Vecna out of his mind and return - as himself - when he was the one to tell Dustin "Never change". That would be closing the loop and the Duffers love this whole closing-the-loop thing.

(tbh, after the way his story ended, bringing him back as anything else but himself wouldn't make sense, story-telling wise. It would be cruel for Eddie and for us.)

So, yes, there was a moment I lost my trust in the Duffers, but I found it again. And - that's just my opinion - apart from the final episode, ST4 was the best season of Starnger Things ever (not simply because of Eddie but because of the writing).

I hope this made sense, but I firmly believe if/when Eddie comes back, it will be good, not a slapping-a-band-aid-on-a-wound🖤

#kiki answers #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things 5 #joe quinn

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fortuositywritings · 4 years ago

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I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 5

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, House Map

Summary: Movie theater, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and the county fair

“We can come back to get the rest. I don’t understand why you’re doing that.”

Wanda watches you struggle trying to carry everything you brought from the store but two bags that Wanda herself is carrying.

“Because, my young Padawanda, it is one of the most important rules of the Jedi Code. One must never make a second trip to the car lest he be a nerd.”

“Oh my gosh! Have you seen Star Wars?” You and Wanda turn your heads towards the porch where Sam and Peter reside. Peter runs down to you in excitement. “Which ones have you seen?”

“Only like all of them!” you answer, just as excited as Peter to have someone else here who likes the movies. Laura finds them boring, Clint thinks they’re too long, and Nat says she’s not a child. You tried watching them with Cooper and Lila but they fell asleep halfway through. So no one can blame you for getting excited. Unfortunately, the little bounce that accompanied your answer causes a few things to slip from your arms, but Peter, given his incredible reflexes, catches them all before they touch the ground. “The force is strong with this one,” you tell him.

“And a second trip is what makes you a nerd.” Sam mumbles under his breath on his way over to help by taking the bags from Wanda. “What’s on your neck?” He asks her. Her hand flies up to her neck only to find it sticky.

“It’s what happens when you mess with a Jedi,” you answer for her in a silly voice making Peter laugh. You also make Wanda blush as she recalls how it happened, but you don’t see this since you and Peter are already making your way to the house. Sam, however, does notice Wanda’s face and recognizes that look, leaving him stumped. Wanda only snaps out of her trance when the door closes behind you and Peter.

“I don’t get it,” he says to Wanda. “What is it about her? Is it the confidently flirty but still kind of geeky thing that does it for you ladies?”

Wanda, embarrassed at being caught, heads to the house ignoring Sam’s questions. She can still hear him as he yells after, “Don’t walk away! I need to know if nerds are the thing now!”

Sam catches her in the kitchen along with you and Peter putting things you bought where they’re meant. Instead of asking Wanda anything, he turns his questions to you and Peter, who you all find out has a girlfriend now. Sam guesses his “nerds are in” theory correct based on that and soon he is agreeing to watch Star Wars with you, Peter, and Wanda. He threw Wanda a subtle wink when neither you nor Peter were looking as if to say ‘you’re welcome’ for including her in those plans. Clint, coming in from the side door, catches the ending of that conversation and groans.

“No! Laura! Peter and Y/N found an interest they can both be annoying about,” he goes to complain to his wife. Later though, he as well as everyone else joins you to watch the movie. You and Peter thoroughly answer all of Sam and Pietro’s questions and hush everyone at your favorite parts, mouthing the lines along with the scene. Wanda ends up not watching the movie anymore but watching you and she begins to wonder if maybe Sam was right.

***

“How much longer?” you find yourself asking the next morning trying not to sound as out of breath as you are. You’ve been jogging for you don’t know how long now but it feels way longer than what Nat had promised it would be when she woke you up at six in the morning.

“Another mile,” she answers, no sign of struggle in her voice as if this is a cakewalk. You suppose it is for her since she’s had to slow down numerous times for you to catch up.

“Another mile?!”

“Hey, you said you would keep up today,” Nat reminds you.

“You know you can’t trust anything I say during my haven’t-had-caffeine-yet hours. Don’t I get points for trying?”

“Like your little green friend says, ‘Do or do not, there is no try’,” Nat retorts.

“I knew you were paying attention last night!” You increase your pace to jog beside her. “You can act too tough to like Star Wars all you want around everyone else, but I’ll always know the truth.” You can see her shake her head from the corner of your eye. You don’t say anything for a moment, but being one who cannot let the quiet linger too long, as Tanya would attest to, you speak up. “So, how’s your little green friend doing?”

You turn your head for a second to show Nat you were genuinely looking for an answer and in the next she’s practically running away from you. She went fast but not quick enough for you to miss the little redness creeping up on her cheeks. You have never in your years of knowing her seen her blush before. You have seen her sweat after a sparring match with Clint, get a bit of a sunburn, and get so angry she looked like she would pop a vein, but not one of those times were her cheeks turning a rosy color. Aww, Romanov’s in love. Once you’ve come to that conclusion, you go to tease her. Wait, where did she go?

“You asshole!” You yell at Nat who you finally find casually leaning on the car door watching you storm up to her. It took you an hour to find the car after losing the trail you were on trying to find Natasha. She doesn’t even flinch as she reaches over and pulls a twig out of your hair. “What happened to you?”

“You left me!” You huffed, walking around to the passenger side while Nat got in the driver seat unfazed. Truth be told, after 30 minutes without any sign of Nat, you thought she was putting you through some kind of test. You were getting paranoid, so it’s not surprising you took a tumble when you swiftly tried to avoid an attack from what turned out to be a squirrel running up a tree. But you’ll just keep that to yourself forever.

You head straight to the shower when you get to the house ignoring the morning greetings from those you pass on the way. “What’s up with her?” Sam asks Nat in the living room. “She hasn’t had her caffeine yet.”

You let the shower wash away your moodiness which, you can admit to yourself alone, stemmed for the most part from embarrassing yourself. Afterwards, you head to the kitchen ready to eat whatever everyone had for breakfast, but come up empty. You guess they’d finished all of it if the plates and pan left out to dry say anything. You open the fridge looking for something to eat. Maybe there is something in there you can heat up. Unlike Laura, Wanda, and self proclaimed chef Pietro, you cannot cook to save your life.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” Speak of the devil. Maybe he can make you something? You know all it would take is some batting of the eyelashes and a compliment. No, Wanda said no. But there is nothing in the fridge to heat up and you were hungry. Wanda would surely understand it was for the greater good, right? Already breaking the first rule, I see.

Caught red handed, you look over Pietro’s shoulder to see Wanda walking into the kitchen to join you two. She’s raising her eyebrows at you waiting for an answer.

“Okay, new rule,” you say. Pietro is confused at what he assumes is your response until he sees that you aren’t talking to him. “No more reading my mind,” you say sternly, pointing at Wanda.

Pietro smirks. “Yeah, I don’t need you to hear what goes on Y/N’s mind when she is thinking about me,” he says to Wanda. Both you and Wanda roll your eyes. “Sam is asking for you outside,” is all she says to him and off he goes with a groan.You groan as well, the chance of getting someone to make you food leaving with him.

“You could have just asked me, you know?” Wanda says, leaning against the sink.

“I thought I said no mind reading,” you remind her. She chuckles when you close the refrigerator door and hit your head against it in defeat.

“I wasn’t,” she defends. “I was serious when I said he can’t cook. I may have saved you from food poisoning.”

“Maybe, but I would have been full and happy for a moment. Since you chased away my shot at food, I think you should make it up to me by making me some breakfast,” you try, leaning against the fridge.

“Oh? I should, should I?” You nod confidently thinking it might just work, but she tears that thought away when she continues, “Cause I remember you still needing to make it up to me when you didn’t buy the ice creams.”

You frown, “I thought you’d forgotten about that.” She smiles, with nose scrunch and all, shaking her head. “Fine, you want to go to the fair? I’ll take you to the fair tomorrow!”

“A fair? I want to go!” you hear Cooper shout. He is coming in through the back door with Lila who looks just as excited and with Nat who does not. You ignore Nat’s face when you tell Cooper that you can all go to the fair. He and Lila run off in excitement to tell the others. Nat glares at you as she takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“See,” you turn to Wanda. “Now I have to take you for sure. Make me some food now, please,” you beg her, drawing out the word please. She squints her eyes like she’s thinking about it and then, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

“Thank you,” you throw her a huge smile at which Wanda rolls her eyes.

“But if you are going to be here,” she says pushing you away from the fridge, “you are going to help. You’ve got to learn how to cook for yourself.” And you do just that. You nod along intently listening to all her instructions, not wanting to miss a thing. Sometimes you’d interrupt to make a joke and when one is about her brother, she playfully punches you. You are so immersed in your little bubble, you forget Nat is not too far away watching your interaction with curiosity. She has you try the food first and you could almost moan. You notice a blush creeping up on Wanda’s face and suddenly she’s avoiding your eyes.The food is so good and you were so hungry that maybe you did let out a little noise of satisfaction. Before you could say anything, another voice interrupts, “What’s this I hear about a fair?”

You turn slowly recognizing the tone your cousin uses. It’s the who-made-these-plans-without-asking-me-first tone. You smile at Laura, mouth full of food. You see Nat point at you but Laura was already looking at you. “Yeah, I think she knows it was me, Natasha.”

***

A few uneventful hours go by and you are bored out of your mind. You have a sudden urge to go out seeing as the sun was still shining. You pull out your phone having an idea of what to do to kill some time. You scroll through your phone to see what movies are playing at the only movie theater in town. You see that the next showing is for a horror movie.

“Do you like scary movies?” you turn to the group playing Uno in the living room. Pietro gets up in excitement when you mention going to the movie theater. Sam agrees to come as well and drags Peter out the door when Peter wants to stay claiming it’s to keep the kids company. You are about to head out with everyone but you notice Wanda still sitting on the couch. You wait for her to get up when Pietro says, “Yeah, good luck with that. She’s too chicken to watch scary movies.”

Wanda, offended, gets up quickly from the couch, “Am not. I just think they’re boring.”

“Sure,” Pietro chuckles as he heads out the door.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” you tell her. You think she is going to stay, but she starts heading out the door to the car.

“You sure that’s not enough butter, Y/N?” Peter asks you when he sees how much butter he’s already put in the bucket at your insistence. He can feel some of it through the bucket already.

“Fine, that’s good. You grab some napkins. I’ll hold the bucket,” you tell him after you see his eyebrows scrunch. You all go to the designated room and pick a row to sit in having pretty much any seat you want since it was practically empty. You sit down next to Peter and notice Pietro’s eyes falling to the empty seat on your other side. He aims to sit next to you but his sister who was sitting next to Peter before beats him to it. He throws her a confused look as he shuffles his way down to sit in her abandoned seat. “Real subtle there, Wanda,” you say, amused more than anything.

“I can see the screen better from here.” You let her bad excuse slide and turn to the screen as the movie begins to play. Between you, Peter, and Pietro, the popcorn is gone in record time. The jumpscares begin halfway through the movie. Peter holds the empty bucket as a safety blanket which you find adorable. You don’t even know if Wanda is watching the movie. She’s got her eyes somewhat hidden behind her fingers. You want to tease her, so you reach to take her fingers away from her face, but another jumpscare happens and she takes your hand in her free one. You feel her squeeze the life out of your hand in anticipation of another jumpscare.

Your palm begins to sweat and you start to feel uncomfortable with all the butter on your fingers, so you slip your hand out from hers. She turns to you in question. “Sorry, my hand’s full of butter,” you whisper. She reaches over you to ask Peter something. Without a word, she leans back in her seat with napkins in her hand and cleans all the butter off your hand before taking it in hers once more, this time interlacing your fingers. She turns her focus back to the movie. You feel you should just do the same, so you follow her actions. You let her hold your hand for the rest of the movie until the lights come back up.

Wanda shouldn’t have watched that movie. It is much too dark in the bedroom. It is much too quiet. She can hear Nat’s soft breathing from beside her. The silhouettes of various items around the room are creeping her out. She doesn’t think she is going to be sleeping any time soon. Maybe some tea will help. She gets up quietly trying not to wake Nat, but when she’s at the door, Nat asks, “Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” Wanda lies easily. She’d rather not let Nat know that she couldn’t sleep because of some scary movie. What kind of superhero would that make her? As she heads downstairs, she wonders if you were still awake. She turns down the hallway to peek into the living room and sure enough you were still awake watching television. She walks over to you behind the couch. “What are you watching?” she asks. You feel your soul leave your body not having heard her approach. She giggles as she walks around to sit next to you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, just warn a girl next time.” She turns her attention to the show. “It’s Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It’s really good. I used to watch it with Laura when she would babysit while my mom was at work. Some of the jokes I wouldn’t even understand but I’d laugh ‘cause she was laughing,” you reminisce.

“You and her are very close.”

“Yeah, well, she’s practically the only family I have. My mom passed not so long ago and seeing as there was never a dad in my family picture, my aunt and uncle took me in. I don’t have any siblings and neither does Laura so, she’s kind of it.” You add, “Well, apart from Clint, Nat, and the kids of course.”

Another two scenes go by on the show before you ask, “Did you have a nightmare or could you not fall asleep?”

Wanda looks down embarrassed so you add, “I promise I’m not teasing. I’m just asking.”

“I couldn’t sleep. It was too quiet and dark and Natasha was already asleep, so I thought I would come down here,” she replies.

“Oh, so you thought I would definitely put you to sleep. Wow, I don’t see how this friendship is going to work if you think I bore you to sleep,” you tease. Upon seeing her tired smile, you take pity and pat your thighs and gesture for her to lie down. “Come here.”

When she lays her head on your lap, you begin running your fingers through her hair. You hear her yawn and a few minutes later you find her sound asleep. Careful not to wake her, you reach over to the blanket you were meant to use on you and throw it over her body instead. Another two episodes play before you fall asleep.

***

You wake up once again with a sore neck and you feel that your body might be as well, but when you remember the reason, you don’t find it in yourself to complain. You look around prepared to see Nat in gym clothes holding a coffee cup but you find the living room empty apart from you and Wanda. You look out the window and see the sun is barely about to rise. Surprised to have woken up before anyone else, you decide to make the most of it but you are quickly sidetracked getting distracted by Wanda’s sleeping form. “I can feel you staring,” she says, her voice husky which you try hard not to find attractive. She turns her head to look up at you with sleepy eyes. “Friends don’t do that.”

“I was not staring. I was admiring,” you respond. “And friends can admire their friends.”

“Well mine don’t the way you do.”

“Ain’t that a shame.” You boop her nose with your finger making her scrunch her nose.

“They do, however, let me sleep,” she jokes. She turns her head back as if she was to go back to sleep and you decide this might be the best time to get up. You gently lift her head from your lap and swivel your body off the couch. “Where are you going?” she whines, when you place a pillow under her head.

“I am going to wake Nat up for once in my life,” you reply with determination. You stretch and shake your legs trying to get the feeling back in them.

“Good luck with that,” is the last thing Wanda says before closing her eyes and going back to sleep. You head to the kitchen to start the coffee pot and then make your way upstairs. Luckily, the door was left open so you don’t make any noise on your way in. You tiptoed your way to Natasha and bent down so your face was eye level to hers. You honestly can’t believe you’ve made it this far since she is the lightest sleeper. This is the spy they chose for the Avengers? You giggle to yourself imagining the face Nat is going to make when you scare her. Oh, if they could see her now…they would be satisfied with their choice, you think as you try to choke out, “Uncle. Uncle.” Nat somehow has you in a choke hold and you are tapping furiously on her arm. Once she realizes it’s you she lets go.

“Y/N, what the hell! I could have hurt you!” she yells at you as you’re coughing. You stare at her unbelievably, rubbing at your neck, and once you can speak again you say, “Then what was this to you? Some light foreplay?”

Once you both settle down, she realizes you were up before her. You take some exercise attire out for yourself from your luggage. You might not like to exercise but gym clothes are sure comfy to lie around in. “You gotta keep up, Natasha. You don’t want the boss man to catch you slacking. Oh, I’m also making coffee so don’t worry about that.”

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing. You smile in turn. “I don’t know what you mean. I’ll catch you downstairs.”

You leave her to change and head downstairs with your clothes. You go to the kitchen first and make two cups of coffee. Then you go to the restroom to change. After she finishes changing, Nat goes to the kitchen and sees you were not kidding. Natasha takes her cup of coffee to the living room as she always does and finds Wanda asleep on the couch. She sighs as things start adding up. She guesses this is the reason for the lack of a grumpy attitude from you so early in the morning. She wants to say something but Nat would rather take a motivated Y/N over Y/N complaining every five minutes on their hike. So, she doesn’t say anything for now.

You actually keep up with Nat this time and to top it off you don’t talk too much like you always do. Nat thinks it’s because you're in a good mood giving you motivation, but the reason for keeping her pace and keeping quiet is your fear she’ll leave you again if you say something to set her off and lose her like yesterday. Nat even goes as far as giving you a compliment at the end. Well, semi-compliment, but her “Not too bad, Y/N”s are few and far between so you return to the house feeling proud of yourself.

This time you’re the one saying good morning to everyone when you enter. You see a few of them still eating breakfast in the kitchen. You hope there will still be leftovers by the time you come back down after showering. Knowing how some of the guys eat, it is going to have to be a quick shower. Laura sees you eyeing the food and says, “Don’t worry, we saved you a plate.” And here you thought Wanda was the mind reader. “Wanda told us you were grumpy yesterday from not catching breakfast so we made sure to make more.” That explains it. You smile, happy someone kept you in mind. Now you can shower in peace. You thank her and head upstairs.

“You saw that, right?” Laura turns to Clint and Nat who walked in not too long before you left.

“She’s been like that all morning. Not one ‘Are we done yet?’ or ‘Why do you hate me, Natasha?’ on our hike,” Nat replies in a hushed tone as if it’s so unlike you to be agreeable in the morning.

“Do you think it has anything to do with a certain somebody?” Laura felt the need to ask.

“Well she didn’t just find a love for exercise,” Nat sarcastically says.

Clint sighs, “Do you think we have to talk to her again?”

Nat goes to respond, but Laura cuts off whatever Nat was going to say, “No, if anyone is going to talk to her, it’s me. And it’s not going to be some crappy ‘no dating’ rule type of conversation. You two are great when it comes to getting someone to talk with your intimidation, but save that for your job, which speaking of, Wanda is your coworker, so you may want to talk to her as well if you had to talk to Y/N because last I remember it takes two to tango.”

Nat and Clint stare at Laura in shock, embarrassment and guilt rightfully taking over their bodies. “Are we clear?” Laura asks them though it’s more of a statement leaving no room for argument.

“Yes.” “Yeah.”

Upstairs, you make your way to the guest room to grab some clothes. Wanda is sitting on the bed reading her book. She is still dressed in her pyjamas, which makes you smile. The sound of her turning the page shakes you from your thoughts and saves you from staring a bit too long. Wanda smirks without bothering to look away from her book and you know she caught you.

“Morning, I’m just gonna get some clothes,” you explain as you move to where your bag is. Wanda speaks up while you zip your duffle closed, “I’m sorry for bothering you last night.”

“Come on, Wanda. You could never be a bother,” you say sincerely, giving her a smile that she shyly returns. “Alright, the shower is calling my name.”

“Yeah, I can hear it screaming,” she jokes and laughs when you take mock offense, “Hey!” She goes back to reading when she sees you heading out the door but you call her attention once more, “Oh! Thanks for telling them to save me a plate.”

“Of course,” she replies like it wasn’t even worth mentioning. You nod at her and then go to shower, closing the guest room door behind you.

A few seconds later, the door opens up again and Wanda amusedly says, her eyes never straying from the page she’s reading, “Did the shower call the wrong name?”

“No, it was definitely calling Y/N’s and mine too, I’m sure, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

Wanda’s head diverts to the door at Nat’s voice.

“And you needed back up for it?” Wanda looks over to Clint who awkwardly stands behind Nat.

Clint clears his throat, “Well it was only fair if Y/N got both of us, you did too.”

Wanda straightens her posture as she places her book beside her. “Ah, so this is about Y/N. I had a feeling.”

Nat and Clint come into the room, Clint closing the door behind him. Nat goes to sit on the end of the bed and Clint stands behind her. “Look, we were wrong to tell Y/N what to do or rather not do. She is an adult and has the right to do whatever she wants, but you have to understand she’s someone who tends to get ahead of herself and we didn’t- we don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Nat starts.

“So you’re saying she is getting ahead of herself with me? That what? Come two weeks, she’ll realize she doesn’t want me?” Wanda starts to get visibly upset.

“No, that’s not what-” Clint tries to speak but Wanda is not done talking. “Even if that was the case, it would be her choice. It would be my choice.”

“Wanda, you are not going to be here in two weeks. You are not going to be here in a few days,” Natasha calmly says trying to reason. “Look, we love Y/N, okay? But she often finds herself making mistakes-”

“So I would just be another mistake?

“No, you would be a dangerous one,” Nat says trying to get something through to Wanda.

“I would never hurt her.”

“No, maybe not intentionally,” Nat continues, and when Wanda looks like she is going to argue, Clint interrupts, “Wanda, just let her finish.” Wanda takes a breath to calm herself down and then nods for Natasha to carry on.

“Being in our lives more than she has to could get her hurt. Even this morning, I hurt her when she was probably just trying to play some stupid prank. Being around us is dangerous. Why do you think Clint kept all this a secret,” Nat motions around the room. “Why do you think I was so upset about her and Yelena? Why do you think we haven’t said anything to Y/N before? Those other girls aren’t you. Those other girls aren’t Yelena. I don’t even know where she is right now. We live different lives. Say things do work out with Y/N. Much like I don’t know where my sister is, there will be times she won’t have a clue where you are or if you’re okay. When Clint and I say we don’t want anyone to get hurt, it goes both ways.”

“Wan, have you seen my blue shirt with the buttons?” Pietro storms into the room like a man on a mission, not even bothering to acknowledge Nat and Clint are in the room as well. “I know I packed it.” Not until he reads the hurt in Wanda’s eyes does he read the room and like the protective sibling he is, he is quick to get defensive. “What’s happening here?”

Her brother’s interruption could not have come at a better time. Wanda didn’t know how to respond to Nat’s explanation. She was feeling herself choke up, Vision’s voice springing in her head again. She’s happy to have Pietro here so willing to jump in to defend her but she doesn’t want to drag him into it, so she clears her throat and says, “Nothing. We were just talking.” He still looks unsure, so she gets up from the bed and offers, “I’ll help you look for it.” Her eyes plead for him to let it go. Luckily, he does and heads out the door. Clint and Nat watch Pietro leave and Wanda stop by the door. “You don’t have to worry. Y/N made it clear to me that we’re just friends,” she says in defeat, then turns to follow her brother.

“Well, that went well,” Clint says sarcastically.

Wanda spends the next two hours helping Sam, Peter, and Pietro get ready. She helps Sam pick an outfit first seeing as he was the first to shower. She has to pry one of Peter’s t-shirts from his hands saying he’s twice Peter’s size and he cannot pull the nerdy look. She helps Peter next. It’s mostly just styling his hair he needs help with. At last she helps her brother after having knocked on the bathroom door four different times telling him to hurry up.

“How does the one with superspeed take an hour in the shower?” Sam asks rhetorically. Sam, Wanda, and Peter are on the bed in Cooper’s room watching Pietro straighten out his shirt.

“Hey, it takes time to look this good,” Pietro says as he fixes his collar. All three of them nearly roll their eyes. “Do you think Y/N will like this shirt?”

“Yeah, if it was on Wanda, maybe,” Sam snorts. Peter holds back a chuckle while Wanda tries not to react.

“You look nice,” Wanda says, not wanting to tear down her brother’s confidence. Everyone’s attention is drawn to the closed door when someone knocks. They hear you ask if you can come in. Pietro responds, “One second.” He goes to lean against Cooper’s desk casually and all three on the bed try really hard not to laugh. Peter has to shove his face in a pillow. “Okay, come in.”

You let yourself into the room, your eyes falling on Wanda immediately. “Not that you don’t look nice in them, but do you really plan on wearing your pjs to the fair?” you tease her. “I mean, you’ll for sure be turning heads, if that’s the plan.”

She replies, “I was waiting on the shower. Someone was taking their time.” She points her head in Pietro’s direction who gives you a nod in acknowledgement and a “‘sup?” Sam’s mouth forms a line trying so hard not to laugh out loud. Peter’s face stays hidden behind the pillow but you can see from the side of his neck his face was getting red. You feel like you walked in at the wrong time given everyone’s behavior. You tell Wanda, “You might want to hurry. Clint says we’re leaving soon.” With that you turn to leave wondering what you had walked in on.

When you shut the door, everyone in Cooper’s room excluding Pietro bursts out laughing.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam asks between fits of laughter.

Peter gets up and leans against the desk to mimic Pietro, “‘Sup?” Everyone laughs again, Pietro leaning over to slap Peter in the back of the head.

***

They take the family car and Nat’s car to the fair. Sam and Peter ride with Nat while the rest of you ride with Clint driving. As you wait in line to buy tickets, you lean over Wanda’s shoulder, who is standing right in front of you with her back to you, and say “I meant to say this earlier but you look nice.”

She smiles and then turns around to face you as you take a step back. She jokes, “I thought I looked good in my pyjamas but someone implied it wasn’t appropriate for the fair.”

“Oh definitely not appropriate. It was way too sexy. We couldn’t have that around the children,” you reply making her giggle.

“You don’t look too bad either,” she returns the earlier compliment, taking in your outfit as you shuffle forward with the rest of the line. “Your outfit is very nice.”

“Oh, this. I just threw it together.” No, you didn’t. You took your time with it. “But thanks,” you wave her off. When you reach the ticket stand, you rush in front of Clint to pay for yours, Wanda’s, Laura’s, Nat’s, and the kids’ tickets. You explain to him when you are all walking together that you kind of owed Wanda for something and you were the one who promised to take the kids here much to Nat and Laura’s displeasure so you kind of owed them too.

You make it inside the fairgrounds. A giant banner that reads “WESTVIEW COUNTY FAIR!” greets you overhead. Everyone gets excited upon seeing the banner and all the lights in the background. Well, everyone but Nat and Laura, Nat not ever a big fan of fairs and Laura not a fan of taking care of kids at a fair. Out of all the lights shining on the fairgrounds, your favorite is the one shining through Wanda’s eyes as she takes everything in with wonder.

“So what do you want to do first?” you ask her.

She turns to you and almost looks embarrassed. “I don’t know. I’ve never been to a fair.”

“What?” you ask in shock. She shrugs not knowing what else she could say. “Well, it’s settled then. We are not leaving until you get the whole experience. Let’s go buy some wristbands for the rides. We are going on every single one.” Her eyes widen and the wonder in them from earlier shifts into nervousness. “It’ll be fun, come on,” you reassure as you drag her to another line, leaving everyone else behind.

You and Wanda get on every ride but the ferris wheel telling her you have to leave that one for last. You even ride some twice, but you get hungry and ask Wanda if she wants to eat yet. She agrees that she could take a break for food. You try various things the fair offers wanting Wanda to try everything. “You Americans like to fry anything you can,” she comments as she takes another bite of her fried oreo. She hums as she finishes it off. “I understand why,” she says, making you laugh.

You spot Laura and Nat sitting at a table near the stage where some band is playing music. You and Wanda head on over. Soon everyone regroups there, finishing off the food they bought and watching people dance. Clint pulls Laura to dance with him. You all sit at the table watching them with a smile when someone obstructs your view of them. You look up to see a tall guy in a black cowboy hat smiling down at Wanda beside you offering his hand out asking her to dance. She looks at you, unsure of what to say. You give her a smile that admittedly took you a second to form and nod encouragingly for her to accept. She smiles politely at him and takes his hand. You watch them dance, your eyes only ever straying when you see Wanda going to look at you. You watch when he leans down to tell her something in her ear and she laughs. You wonder what he told her that was so funny. Your eyes roam over him. He’s handsome, you’ll give him that. He has a nice face, good posture. You note he is also respectful with his hand placement when dancing, so you can appreciate that. It seems like Westview County has their own Steve Rodgers. The thought bugs you.

Someone blocks your view once again, only this time you are kind of thankful for it. You look up to see Pietro asking you to dance. “Why not?” you say, wanting to do anything rather than stare at Wanda dancing with some guy. He pulls you to the dance floor. You enjoy your time dancing with Pietro though you get dizzy from how quickly he spins you. You’re a little disappointed your dance is cut short when Lila taps your arm asking if she can dance with Pietro. You smile at her saying of course she can. With your distraction gone to dance with Lila, your eyes search for Wanda once more but you cannot seem to find her. You feel someone grab your hand and you are spun into that someone’s arms. Your eyes fall to familiar green ones and you smile, “Smooth moves, Maximoff.”

“Thank you,” she says with a smile as she starts to sway with you to the music. “You let me dance with a stranger.”

“You’re dancing with me now and we were strangers not so long ago,” you rebuttal.

“But at least we know each other’s names.”

“Did you not get his name?” you ask.

“I never asked for it,” Wanda returns simply, shrugging. You find it hard to believe that his name never came up so you say, “That was a lot of talking for him to not have given you a name.”

“You saw us talking? I would not have guessed you were paying attention. Every time I looked at you, you turned to look away,” she teases you.

You swallow, choking on the embarrassment of getting caught. “Doesn’t matter. His name’s probably Brad or something. He looks like a Brad.”

She laughs then catching on to your tone she asks, “Y/N, are you jealous?”

“What? Me, jealous?” you ask, astonished. She nods, smiling like she has her answer. “Wanda, I could never be jealous of some Brad. Dance with a Marcus and then maybe, but a Brad? Pfft. No.”

She just laughs and pulls you closer. You let yourself go and dance with her until whatever song the band is playing ends. “Let’s go play some games. I feel like shooting something,” you say, making her laugh loudly.

Everyone decides to play with you as well so you all head over to the different stands. Nat wins the shooting game, Clint coming in close. He wins the popping the balloons with darts game. They give their prizes to Cooper and Lila. Peter and Sam spend some time with the hammer and bell game; Peter hitting the bell every time garners some attention especially from some girls which frustrates Sam. Pietro wins a fish when he plays ring toss. It seems like everyone but you has been winning something. Even Wanda won a stuffed panda she gave to Lila after playing a water shooting game. You were getting frustrated trying to knock some blocks off a stool. You’ve spent a good $20 on this game already. Wanda catching your frustration decides to help you out. When you are down to your last ball, you try your best to focus and throw the ball. Two of the three blocks fall down. The last one is teetering on the edge. You think you’ve lost but a second later it falls over. You shout with glee. You ask the attendant for the keychain that has the letter W on it.

Wanda watches you with a smile as you approach her. “Thank you for that,” you say, and when she tries to play naive, you continue, “I know you knocked the last block.”

She gives you a sheepish smile. You hold out the keychain to her. “I figure this only rightfully belongs to you. May it proudly hold your keys until you lose it.” She tries to say no but you take her wrist and place the keychain in the palm of her hand. “It has your initial. You have to keep it.”

“I’m pretty sure the W is for Westview County,” she counters.

“A happy coincidence.” You don’t take no for an answer and she finally smiles and thanks you, putting her new keychain away so she doesn’t lose it. You look around to see the others still distracted with the games but you also catch your cousin yawn. You know this means you’re leaving soon so you grab Wanda’s hand and head over to the line for the ferris wheel.

You thank the attendant when he checks you have your belt on and pulls the bar to your lap. The wheel starts turning and when you are midway to the top, it shakes a little as two people get on the final empty cart. The shaking makes Wanda nervous. She grabs your hand almost protectively as her posture turns into one that looks ready for a fight. You turn your palm over to interlace your fingers and rub your thumb on her hand to try to soothe her nerves. “Hey, it’s okay,” you say. She turns to you and you see her irises are red. “They always do this. We’re okay. Just don’t rock the cart and we’ll be good.”

She takes a breath willing herself to relax. The red in her irises fade back to her green. She sits back and the ferris wheel moves again, this time not stopping for people to get on. You keep holding her hand squeezing it from time to time in reassurance. You can see Clint and everyone from the ferris wheel and point them out to Wanda. The only ones to see you are the kids who wave to you. You wave back.

“Do you come to the fair every year?” Wanda asks.

“Pretty much. There’s not much else to do,” you shrug. She ponders this for a moment and then, “So you’ve brought dates to the fair before, I’m guessing.”

“Yeah?” You say more like a question wondering where she was going with this.

“In the movies, people on dates always kiss on the ferris wheel. Did you kiss them?”

“Wanda,” you say her name but it comes out more like a warning.

“Sorry, I was just wondering,” she mutters, then turns to look back at the fairgrounds.

“No, I didn’t.” You answer sincerely. She looks back at you. You explain, “The two other people I’ve taken to the fair on a date were too afraid to get on the ferris wheel.”

“You said ‘other’,” she says smiling at you.

You look at her confused. “What?”

“You said ‘the two other people’ meaning other than me. So is this date?” she raises an eyebrow, an amused expression on her face.

“A friendly date,” you say, making her frown. She huffs in defeat letting go of your hand and hold the lap bar instead. The night had been going so well, you didn’t want this one thing to ruin it, so without letting yourself think it over, you wait until you get to the top of the ferris wheel. You lean into her space and look her in the eye to show her you are serious when you say, “Don’t tell Nat or Clint.” She looks confused but the confusion quickly turns into a pleasant surprise when you gently grab her face and lean in to kiss her. It doesn’t last long enough to give her a chance to kiss you back. You pull back with a cheeky smile and say, “I did promise the whole experience.”

The kiss may have ended too quickly for Wanda but it was long enough for a few people to catch it. One of them being your cousin whose kids were pointing to you and Wanda on the ferris wheel in excitement. She just shook her head in amusement when she saw you kiss Wanda. The other person to catch you was Wanda’s brother who, when seeing you kiss his sister, just whines, “No, Y/N.”

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I'm sorry this took so long. I got sidetracked and then when I started I got stuck and in my true fashion, once I started writing, I couldn't stop and I couldn’t leave you without taking you to the fair. So, I hope the length of the chapter makes up for the wait. Oh, Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there doing their best to be good moms! I created a house map of how I picture the inside to look, you know without the fine details.

Next chapter bring your bug spray, you’re going camping.

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