#this is dumb but the idea kept nagging me

[steddieasitgoes]

It’s Mother’s Day 1973 and Steve’s mom isn’t home.

Instead of spending the day with her only son, she’s left to follow her husband on his latest business trip. Steve doesn’t remember where she’s going, just that she promised to bring him back a snow globe for his collection. The one that sits on the highest shelf the bookcase in his room — collecting dust.

He’s been pawned off to his nanny again. Poor Ms. Anderson who has put her own middle-aged life on hold to raise a kid whose not hers. Steve’s not stupid. He knows his parents pay her well to take care of him, but he still wishes she’d tell them off. At least, put up a fight, so she didn’t have to spend all her weekends with him.

Usually the duo stay cooped up in the Harrington’s House. Ms. Anderson will cook him a nice meal and they’ll spend the afternoon playing games or watching movies. She’ll fall asleep early in the movie and Steve will disappear to play with his toys or snoop through his parents things to try to figure out where they’ve gone this time.

Today’s different though.

It’s Mother’s Day, after all.

Today, Ms. Anderson has taken him to Roane Hill Cemetery. She lets him hold a massive bouquet of pink carnations as she gathers a picnic blanket and basket from the back of her car.

“What are we doing here?” Steve asks, struggling to keep pace with Ms. Andersons determined steps.

“Visiting my mom.”

“But isn’t she…” Steve doesn’t finish the sentence.

“Yeah,” she says, spreading out the blanket next to a small gravestone. “But just because someone’s gone doesn’t mean they’re out of our lives. Coming here makes me feel connected to her.”

Steve doesn’t understand that. 

How can Ms. Anderson feel connected to her dead mom if she can’t even look at her? He doesn’t even feel connected to his own mom when she’s in the same room as him.

Maybe it’s a girl thing, he thinks.

Steve sits down quietly, after that. Ms. Anderson clearly needs this visit and Steve’s not going to interfere with her plans. Not when said plans get him out of the house for the first time in a week. So he sits and listens to Ms. Anderson talk to the headstone. Watches as she digs out a small flower pot in the ground to place the flowers in.

It’s only when she ducks her head in a prayer that Steve decides to explore.

“Don’t go too far,” she warns. “And be mindful of others!”

The cemetery is full of older people. Some sit on blankets like Ms. Anderson with gorgeous flowers and picnic baskets full of food, ready to spend hours with their departed mothers. Others, stay for a few minutes. Set down flowers and tap headstones before ducking their heads while retreating to their cars.

There’s laughter and tears and Steve doesn’t know how to feel about all of it, except lonely.

He wishes there was someone his age around here.

Steve ventures deeper into the cemetery, where the trees are taller and fuller. Older, Steve thinks. It’s through a small clearing that he spots a boy about his age sitting in front of a headstone. An older man stands behind him, a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

He’s too far away to know for sure, but he’s pretty sure the boy is talking to the headstone. Head tilted forward, shoulders hiccuping up and down like the boy is crying. Steve wonders who he could be visiting. Certainly not his mom, right? He’s much too young to not have a mom — Steve should know.

He watches as the little boy leans forward and kisses the headstone and Steve realizes it must be.

Steve must make a sound, a gasp or a small cry because the boy and the older man’s head whip around in his direction. He’s still too far away to hear, but he can tell the man is telling the boy something. Whispering in his ear before nodding his head in Steve’s direction.

He should leave. Ms. Anderson is probably done with her prayer now and she’ll be worried if he’s not back soon, but he can’t leave. Not when he spots the little boy trudging through the tall grass towards him.

“Are you lost?” the boy asks.

Steve shakes his head.

“What are you doing all the way out here then?”

Steve shrugs. “Was that… were you talking to your mom?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, looking over his shoulder. “Uncle Wayne says it’s good to come talk to her ‘cause she gets lonely too. Are you here for your mom?”

“Oh no,” Steve says. “My mom is, well she’s not here but—”

“Do you want to help me?” Eddie asks, before Steve can finish it. “Wayne wants me to go find a yellow flower in the field over there. It’s so big I could use some help.”

“Sure!” Steve says, happy to finally have someone his age to talk to. “But why yellow?”

“It’s my mom’s favorite color!” Eddie smiles. “She said, she always felt like the sun was touching her when she wore it. It was her happy color.”

Years later, when Steve and Eddie have reconnected and they’re going through Steve’s closet to find items to donate, Eddie will ask Steve why he has so many yellow sweaters.

“It makes me feel like the sun, warm and happy,” Steve says, smiling softly. “I used to wrap myself in yellow whenever my parents left me home alone.”  

And it’s then and only then do the two of them realize they met long before they crossed paths in the halls of Hawkins High and even longer before portals to hell-like dimensions open.

[adventuringblind]

Bucket List

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: soul shredding, crying so hard, etc.

Request: no but I felt like crying so here ya go. If you have a specific scenario you would like to cry too, please request it. I love off human tears

Summary: her body loved to contract problems. Charles is determined to stay by her side.

Warnings: soul shattering, talks of illness, not proofread because I can’t edit and cry at the same time… I am not that talented

Notes: idk why I did this to myself…

Masterlist

Some people are just naturally drawn to tragedy. Though, for most, it's unwilling. This is the case for Charles Leclerc.

He fell in love in an unexpected way. At the hospital. Falling into her on accident.

It was 2015, he was still a child, in his way out from visiting Jules. He was teary eyed and lost in thought.

Until he fell on top of her. The pills in her hand flying everywhere.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” He scrambled back to his feet and helped her up. The two trying to pick everything up.

“It’s okay, really, I wasn’t paying attention either.”

They got everything picked picked up, then they looked at each other. Really looked at each other.

She smiled. “No offense but, you look like shit and I feel like shit. Wanna make it up to me with lunch?”

They spent the rest of the day together. Charles learned their the same age. She wanted to travel. She’s dying.

It was terrible to learn. He didn’t know how to react.

“I’ve accepted it. I want to live before I die.”

His heart knew what he should do, but his mind didn’t want to let her in. Jules was already on the verge of leaving him. Could he do this again? If he was able to help her get closure, maybe he could find closure with Jules. It was a dumb idea. A terrible idea, really.

“Come with me. I travel a lot for racing. We can do whatever you have left in your bucket list.” He blurted before he could think about it more.

She smiled. “Sure.”

~

They became fast friends. She followed him to every race. Her parents were apprehensive at first, but they saw how much she wanted this and they weren’t going to deny her.

They tried to go as many places as possible with her, but work always caught up with them. The Leclerc’s became her second family.

She was able to help Charles through Jules eventual death. He cried for days. His races were getting increasingly difficult. The pain behind his eyes was evident.

She stayed with him. Comforted him. Made him keep going when he wanted to quit.

It took time, but Charles got there. He kept going. It was because of her.

~

Charles dragged her around the Paddock. She was know as his best friend. Pierre often teasing the two about it. The French constantly nagging Charles about when he was going to confess to her.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t want too. He had fallen in love with her view on life. How she wanted to enjoy every second. They were able to do that together.

He could tell though, her body was steadily getting weaker. Her lungs struggling to to breathe. Yet she didn’t waiver. Her smile was contagious.

He took her to see every monument. She tried every food. They took a ridiculous amount of pictures.

Then it happened again.

Charles didn’t understand why it was him. How he attracted so much death to the people around him.

His father was sick during his formula 2 career. It was difficult for him to get through, yet somehow he came back stronger. She’d helped him with Jules and again with his father. He couldn’t help thinking she was some sort of guardian angel. Sent specifically to him for this reason.

They both broke down when he won that race and dedicated it to his father. Joy and sorrow mixed into their sobs.

~

Then he kissed her.

When he signed his formula 1 contract, he thought he was dreaming. This notion led to him doing things he wouldn’t normally with the newfound confidence. Including kissing her.

She kissed back.

He’d helped her cross everything off her bucket list; Including falling in love. She’d known for awhile but didn’t want to push anything. They both knew what was coming. They knew her time was limited.

So they made the most of it. Charles took her out on dates whenever he could. They did things that weren’t even on her list. They watched every movie they could think of.

She smiled through it all. The doctors didn’t think she would live this long. The medication she was on was doing better then expected.

Charles didn’t want to waste any time though. Neither of them knew when her time would come. Everyday was a blessing.

When he signed with Ferrari, he knew he wanted to marry her. He would have never made it here without her.

He gave her everything. A proposal on the beach, a wedding that made her feel elated, a caring husband who was there on her hardest days.

She was around the paddock so much that everyone knew her. Everyone wanted to be around her. She was filled with life even though she knew she was knocking on deaths door.

~

It had been a cloudy day. Rain dripping down the window. She was drinking hot chocolate and reading a book. It was her favorite kind of atmosphere.

She’d been feeling terrible all day. Thankful that Charles had time off for the winter to help her around.

They had friends visiting. Pierre, Lando, and Max had come to stay for the week.

It was crazy to her that Charles was going into his fifth year in F1. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t think she’d get to see him through this far. She felt blessed for it.

She felt so exhausted. Yet she still smiled when Charles came over and kissed her head.

Everything was so bright. It felt warm and comforting. Like Charles embrace. She could feel him holding her.

She wiped a tear from him cheek.

“I love you. Don’t forget it.” Then she smiled. Somehow she managed to catch a glimpse of his smile.

Her gaze moved to behind him. She saw Jules and Charles father. They were greeting her.

She knew what was happening. She could stop it.

With the last of her strength, she kissed Charles. Then let herself be embraced by the warmth.

~

It had been a month. He’d been grieving his loss. Barely talking to anyone. He’d lost his smile.

The funeral was hard. The entire grid had shown up. To mourn her and support him.

It felt like so much time had passed and was frozen simultaneously. He was struggling to take care of himself.

He was angry with life for constantly taking away his loved ones. It wasn’t fair. He wanted more time with them. With her.

Arthur had been staying with him. When he couldn’t, Pierre would. They tried to get him to get out of the house. Nothing they said seemed to help him. They knew it was going to be slow.

Pierre had come into his dark and messy room. Taking a seat at the end of his bed. “I wanted to let you know that they finished the grave stone. We don’t have to go see it today though. Whenever you’re ready.” Then he left.

Charles was ready to go in ten minutes. He looked tired and broken, but he was up. He needed to see her. Something to provide him with closure.

Pierre drove them to the cemetery. Stopping to get her favorite flowers along the way. When he parked the car, he didn’t get out. “I think you should have a minute to talk to her.” Then he pulled out an envelope from his pocket. “She asked me to give this you when you were ready.”

Charles shakily took the envelope and made his way to where she now rest.

~

It didn’t take him long. He’d spent hours choosing exactly where he wanted her to eternally rest. Close to the river that flowed through the cemetery. Underneath the shade of a large tree.

The words written across her grave made him choke out more sobs.

Y/N Leclerc, loving wife, lover of life, may your smile still be contagious from above the clouds

He gently sets the flowers down on top of the stone. Then he just sits. He doesn’t care in the ground is cold and wet. It feels natural to sit with her,

He opens the letter Pierre handed to him. Scared to read her words. Her handwriting looked a littler rushed. She’d written poetic words of comfort. Love seeped off the page.

She’d made him a bucket list. Things to do after she was gone. And at the very bottom: find someone to smile with.

~

She looked on at him. Her hand grazing his shoulder. She was glad the letter made him smile despite the tears.

“He’s going to be okay.” Jukes smiled from behind her.

“I know, he’s strong.”

Herve places a hand in his other shoulder. “You taught him well.”

“I think we all did.” She chuckles.

“Thanks for taking care of him all these year when we couldn’t.”

~

Dear Charlie,

I know my time is running out. I can feel myself getting weaker by the day. I know it’s not fair to you that I have to leave so soon. Regardless, the time I’ve spent with you has been the most amazing thing life could have blessed me with.

Remember that life gives you rough patches so you can appreciate the smiles that much more. Remember that your friends and family love you just as mulch as I do.

Don’t mourn for me, because I’m not gone. You can find me in the memories, the laughs, the tears. I’m with you, always.

I’ve taken the liberty of creating you a new bucket list. You can complete this in your own time, don’t feel rushed to do so. I just want you to remember that there is still life for you to live.

Learn how to cook

Stargaze from the track

Visit every state in America

Win the WDC

Find someone who makes you smile

Love your favorite person,

Y/N

P.S.: I’ll make sure Jules hasn’t been causing trouble in the afterlife

[starsfic]

Medding Mother-In-Law

Summary: Marinette has thoughts about her relationship with Adrien and her mother-in-law. Alya is supportive.

Notes: I subscribe to the theory that Emilie is just as much of a shit parent Gabriel is, but Adrien and Gabriel have rose-colored glasses.

-_-

"I don't think I want to marry Adrien."

Marinette's voice was low, as if she was realizing something that had been nagging at her for a long while. Alya looked away from the movie to stare at her best friend. Marinette was staring at the floor, eyes hooded in shadow and sinking realization.

"What?" Her first instinct was to deny it, say that wasn't possible. Marinette and Adrien had been together for years after Marinette had finally got herself together. However, that felt more like the voice of the teenage her. And Alya, twenty-five now, was older and wiser and had worked with Marinette to improve their friendship. So, instead, she paused the movie and focused on the important questions. "Why?"

"...Emilie." That was almost enough to explain it. Alya didn't speak to the woman often, but she knew enough that Emilie Agreste wasn't the perfect mother like Adrien claimed. "I...today, Adrien and I were talking about wedding cakes."

"Right." Marinette had claimed that she always wanted a small cake for her and Adrien to cut and a larger "wedding cake" made of cupcakes for the guests. "Adrien liked the cupcakes, didn't he?"

Marinette nodded, her features pale in the blue light of the TV. "He did. We were discussing what flavor, and then Emilie pipes up and says she and Gabriel had this big fancy wedding cake and that would look so much nicer and-" She gestured widely with her hands. "She said that she had already contracted a bakery to start working on it." Alya felt her jaw drop, and her bestie kept going. "Never mind the fact that Adrien and I had plans of our own! Never mind that my parents called dibs on making my wedding cake! She just said that she preferred that over the "cute cupcakes" and-" Marinette's hand slammed down on her face to muffle her groan.

"Want some wine?" Alya offered, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off entirely to switch on a lamp instead. She had a feeling of what the next part was. Alcohol wouldn't change anything, but it might help soothe the feeling for tonight.

Marinette shook her head. "No, otherwise, I'm going to start crying."

Alya hummed. "Crying might be good."

"Give me a second." Marinette took a deep breath in, deep breath out. "Adrien immediately said that was nice of her and when I tried to point out that we had a plan he..." She hissed. It was just as she guessed. "He said that we were just spitballing ideas and it would be fine!" Marinette let out a bark of laughter that sounded more like a sob. "He told me to not make a scene."

Alya passed over tissues.

"It's always: don't make a scene. Don't make a fuss. They'll soon realize how ridiculous they're being. And it's over and over again." Marinette yanked out a tissue with a ferocity that Alya had only seen in Ladybug mode. "I'm sick of it. If Emilie gets controlling over this, what else will she get controlling over?"

It was a good question and one, Alya realized, that she didn't want to find out.

"I don't want to marry Adrien. I don't want that level of control over my life." Marinette dabbed at her eyes, barely hiding a sniffle. "God, remember what his dad was like? Somehow Emilie is worse."

"I believe you." Alya straightened up, grabbed Marinette's glass, and poured some more wine in. "So, what do you want to do? Do you want to cancel everything and ghost him?" It was a dumb question, Adrien had way too many connections in their life, but it was enough to make Marinette snort.

"No. I want to sit down with him and explain what I'm doing. If Emilie wants to be there, fine." Marinette pulled out another tissue, blew her nose, and nodded to herself. "Once he understands why I'm doing this, then I'll cancel everything. I'll pay for it all so he doesn't have to deal with it and then..." She pause, her blue eyes seeming to freeze.

She didn't know what to do next.

To be fair, neither did Alya.

"...go on a vacation?" she offered. "Didn't Emilie refuse to go on that one Mediterranean cruise because she got seasick?" Marinette's eyes brightened. Alya nodded to her words as she thought. "We could round up the girls and go." Not to mention, that cruise stopped in Athens, where a certain guitarist was going to be next playing at.

Hey, Alya had pushed Marinette into this. It made sense that she should help her get a guy she knew was supportive.

"That sounds nice." Marinette grabbed her phone and Alya couldn't help a smile. "Now, come help me draft this. I need your support."

And her support Alya would give.

[parachutingkitten]

IM SORRY TO BE ANNOYING IN YOUR INBOX BUT OHHH MY GOD THANKK YOUUUUUUUUUU THIS HAS BEEN NAGGING ME SINCE THE SEASON AIRED.

I HATED, WITH A PASSION, THE IDEA THAT NYA HAAAADDD TO TAKE THE AMULET FROM THE KEEPERS. I THOUGHT IT WAS DUMB AND STUPID. Partially b/c I wanted to see a cool Keepers vs Merlopians showdown, but WAY more b/c it just DID NOT sit right with me the idea of her taking their most culturally significant artifact to keep safe herself ...

I am glad someone feels seen from that! I was debating cutting it cuz it wasn't really related to the topic of the video. But it kinda helped explain important plot stuff too, so I kept it. But yeah, it is so weird. Again, especially when the plot ends up with the amulet being a fake- they don't actually end up taking it to protect it, so there's no reason that has to be their plan. Even if they just offered to take it as an option if the islanders saw fit/as a last resort it would be less problematic, but Nya is insistent.

It might have been less weird if they hadn't established in The Island that the amulet is pretty much the sole purpose and defining characteristic of the tribe, but alas, the lack of characterization ended up being problematic in more than one way. Yeah, ninjago has some weird colonialist vibes sometime, but that is something I'm much less qualified to speak on.

[4cub1]

✦. Stray

Sukuna Ryomen

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"Pretty face like that shouldn't be left on the streets"

Summary: Getting picked up from the side of a shabby pathway by sukuna.

jjk masterlist

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Living would always come easy, but it was surviving that was tough.

You had learnt from a young age that if you wanted to keep living, you must only think of yourself.

Your dad was abusive and an alcoholic while your mom was a typical emotional unavailable and self victimising mother.

Your days were filled with you working until tired to your bones, and nights filled with you worried if you will anger your father.

A life no one would willingly pick,

The hushed sounds of footsteps against the old wooden floor that squeak with every step, the heavy gust of wind that blew through the window were the only comfort you possessed.

Comfort from the noises you heard from you room, the noises of your mother crying over your father mistreatment,

again.

Your mind was empty feeling all fuzzy, maybe the cold wind was getting to your head?

You got up from your bed only to hit it on the side of the bed frame. Groans and curses left your mouth as you stood up getting a hang of your balance.

The room was filled with your loud but cautious steps towards the door, opening it only for you to be hit in the face by loud wailing.

Too tiered to even be bothered you kept walking down the stairs and turning at the corner, now facing the front door.

The small struggle of trying to tie your shoelace while your head was throbbing from suffocating in the humid room was held to a hault from the sound of your mother walking towards you with dishevelled hair.

"Where do you think your going?"

The strain in her voice was evident. Not wanting to stay inside any longer you got up.

"Outside" was all you could say before opening the front door.

"YES LEAVE LIKE YOUR DAMN FATHER, LEAVE LIKE EVERY ONE ELSE DID"

You could hear the muffled sounds of your mother screaming and cursing at you in her angered state. Maybe its from her you learnt to say such foul words?

Walking down the familiar path of your neighbourhood you can't stop but to ponder how peaceful it was.

No work, No one to nag you, No father who comes home in dazed, No mother to gaslight you into believing you were the one in the wrong.

It almost made you want to run away forever

But you can't, the world dosent work like that and you knew it.

You had soon reached a small convenience store, you walked in quickly to grab a ice pop to cool yourself down before going back home.

It didn't take that long, holding onto an open ice pop in you hand you walked back.

Looking up at the sky you noticed how you could barley see any stars, maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you. But you couldn't stop this feeling of loneliness.

Distracted by the sky you had took the wrong turn ending up in the brighter side of the city, bright lights, colourful banners on little shops, smell of food and alcohol.

You hadn't noticed that you were walking with no idea of direction until you bumped into a hard wall

Dropping you icepop onto the ground you couldn't help but start to suddenly cry, letting all those feelings you have been ignoring let out.

You looked up with slightly red eyes at the wall you bumped into only too see a man with a strong build. He had a nonchalant and annoyed gaze.

You quickly apologise wiping you dumb tears away and walked past him. Only for the guy to hold onto you wrist turning you around.

A sly grin plastered on his face, the face guys your mom would tell you to stay away from as a kid.

"Hey kid you alone?" Dumbfounded you looked up at his somber eyes,"Pretty face like that shouldn't be left on the streets...would you like to accompany me for the night?"

He was grinning ear to ear by now, looking down at you.

You wanted to run away, but something about his dull eyes got you captivated.

Your head slowly lowered down, waiting for a moment thinking about how wrong this would go. But you couldn't help but to nod

Maybe this wasn't so bad, maybe this could be the comfort you longed for.

Maybe life would start to treat you better

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[scramboileditlog]

10, 18, 20

10. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Ito nung Oct. 3 kumakanta yung kaibigan ko ng "I Want It That Way" tumayo pa yan at nag sing and dance. HAHAHAHA ngalay pisngi ko kakatawa. 😂

18. What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Since entering my 20s, I’ve gained a clear idea of how I actually want to be myself. I'm 29 right now still improving and learning the things I want to believe in.

20. Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

I think it was last year, my friends and I were talking about the dumb shits we've done in our teenage years. Then, I told them I never felt any regret that those things happened kasi never naman ako gumawa ng bagay na nakakatuwa while intentionally harming others. They told me that was the best thing about me as their friend, I've kept it real all this time sana di daw mawala sa akin yun.

Thank you @anaventurer 🫵🏻

[voraciousvore]

Big Corp Inc. (16/43)

Chapter 16: Lost

Needless to say, Candy failed to make it to work the next morning. Ronny sauntered by with his coffee mug in hand and smirked to himself when he saw her empty cubicle. Mr. Hardon recognized, with some regret, that he had taken things too far. He wasn’t sure if Candy had quit or had never made it back, but either way she wasn’t here, and he was probably going to be blamed for her absence. He suspected the latter option was more probable. He couldn’t picture her finding her way back to the core part of the city with human transportation at her diminutive size. For all he knew, she might be dead by now. 

He was still sour he had been so rudely interrupted in the middle of eating his dessert yesterday. He was in hot water with his wife, but he really didn’t care. He couldn’t stand her anyways, and he had no idea why she refused to leave him, despite his brazen infidelity. He didn’t consider divorce a viable option, because she would take half of his net worth and he could be forced by the courts to pay her alimony. She probably did not want to reduce her standard of living either, since he was the primary breadwinner of the household.  

He wished he had never married the bitch. Back in the day, when he first courted her, she had been smoking hot, with a voluptuous figure and a pretty face. However, while he had chosen her primarily for her looks, she had chosen him for his money and connections. As the years wore on, the couple who married for shallow reasons came to realize they were not compatible and they were stuck in a loveless marriage. His wife’s good looks faded as she aged, and she let herself go as she became bitter and resentful. Mr. Hardon had to turn to extramarital affairs and sexual harassment at the office to get his rocks off, as he was no longer attracted to his ugly, fat, nagging wife. 

Mr. Hardon didn’t want to reflect on his miserable home life, so his thoughts turned back to Candy. If she ever came back, if she was in fact crazy enough to show up after the nightmare she had endured, he would have to finish what he started. He would wait until he had the pills in hand. He was already regretting her being gone. The office was boring to him now, without a little woman to play with and torment. The Giantesses were hot and all, but he couldn’t pick them up in his hand and completely dominate them like he could with a human. He couldn’t eat or mortally terrify them either. He loved the exhilarating feeling a human in hand gave him, to have such power and control, to be so big and strong in comparison. Almost like a god.

Ronny poked his head into Mr. Hardon’s office. “Where’s Candy?” he asked, playing dumb, curious for any details. 

Mr. Hardon shrugged. “Beats me.” He glared at Ronny darkly. “Get back to work,” he ordered with a snarl. He assumed Ronny was responsible for this whole mess and didn’t appreciate the man going through his bag without his permission. Ronny retreated to his cubicle, wearing a shit-eating grin, and took a hearty gulp of his coffee. 

Martin, over at his desk, found himself thinking about Candy again. As much as he tried to ignore his feelings for her, there was something about her that was mesmerizing to him. She was just so lovely and cute and wholesome. Her tiny size made her even more endearing to him. She was so brave and bold too, to be here working with Giants. He wanted to get to know her better and take her out on a date. A drip of despair dribbled into his heart when he realized his little daydream would probably never make it into reality. He still assumed that she was terrified of him, and pretended to be friendly out of fear. He couldn’t move past his embarrassment either for his terrible mistake when he ate her. 

Regardless, he wanted to catch a glimpse of her again, even if he kept his distance and didn’t interact with her at all, so as not to frighten her. He figured it couldn’t hurt to admire her from afar. With his mind made up, he came up with a plausible excuse to talk with the boss, since his office was right across from Candy’s cubicle, and got up to visit her. He tried to act casual and greeted a couple of coworkers as he walked by their cubicles, but his insides were squirming with a mix of anxiety and excitement. His heart palpitated in anticipation. 

Martin was immensely disappointed to find her cubicle barren. Her computer monitor was turned off too, indicating she hadn’t been in the office at all today. Did she finally reach her breaking point and quit? The thought saddened him. He didn’t even get to wish her farewell or see her one last time. In fact, the last time he saw her, he didn’t even talk to her properly and ran away. He felt ashamed of himself. Perhaps it was for the best; he needed to let her go, before he got too attached. 

He came here ostensibly to talk to the boss, so he peered into Mr. Hardon’s office to find him sitting there deep in thought. “Excuse me, sir. A word?” The boss appeared mildly annoyed, but gestured with his hand for him to enter. 

Martin put on his best show to keep his inquiry casual. “I see the new human girl isn’t at her desk. Did she quit, or just call out?” 

The boss sighed. “I don’t know, to be honest. I was just thinking about that.” 

“Oh, she never called in sick?” Martin felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. She had definitely thrown in the towel. 

“Well, no, but it’s not just that. You see, I accidentally took her home yesterday in my bag, and I have no idea if she made it back to the small side of the city safely or not.” 

Martin blinked. He felt his throat tighten up. “You didn’t walk her back?” 

“No,” Mr. Hardon answered. His response was cold and remorseless.  

Martin struggled to control his temper. His voice rose in volume as he spoke. “How could you do that to her?” He shuffled his feet restlessly. “What street do you live on?” 

Mr. Hardon’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you need to know that?” 

Martin just about exploded with rage. “Because I’m going to go find her, you dolt! Tell me!” He wasn’t in the habit of being rude to his boss, but his emotions were getting the better of him. He was highly agitated and concerned about Candy. 

“What, you think you’ll just waltz up the street and she’ll be waiting for you right there? She’s not even the size of your finger, for crying out loud! It’d be like looking for a needle in a haystack!” Mr. Hardon shot back. 

“I’m going to at least try!” Martin retorted, his gray eyes hardened with determination. 

Mr. Hardon shook his head. “Fine. Fine. It’s Swift Street. Don’t expect to get paid for the time you’re gone!” Martin didn’t care what Mr. Hardon had to say. As soon as he got the street name he turned around and left. While he waited for the elevator, he pulled up his GPS app on his phone and located the street. He was insistent on trying, but he felt hope slipping away as he stared down at his phone screen. How far could she have gotten in a day? He had no idea how long it would take a human to traverse the street, or which direction she had gone, or whether she was still alive. He prayed an animal didn’t attack her, or a hostile Giant didn’t steal her away or squish her. His stomach twisted up in knots. He hadn’t truly fathomed just how hazardous the large side of the city could be for a small human like her. He hurried over to Swift St. as quickly as possible. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far from work.  

As he approached the area, he began calling Candy’s name, making sure to project his voice so it could be heard from afar. He listened at regular intervals for a response, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to hear her squeaky little voice if she shouted back to him. He got some strange looks from passersby but he didn’t care. Candy’s safety was more important to him than any social stigma he may incur from his bellowing. 

He journeyed through the nearby streets, straying further and further away as he increased his search radius, calling for Candy. He asked Giants who happened to be out and about if they had seen a small human woman, but sadly nobody had sighted her. He was starting to despair of ever finding her, but he kept trying. If she was alive out there, he couldn’t abandon her. He might be her last hope. 

Candy was still sleeping soundly under the tree where she had collapsed. From a long distance away, she imagined she heard her name floating to her on the breeze. Her eyes fluttered open and she moaned softly. Her leg muscles and feet were sore and tired. For a moment, she thought maybe the sound was just a vestige of a dream. But then, like an echo, she heard her name again. She sat up and surveyed the area, trying to pinpoint the source of the call. She began to cringe inwardly as she thought about who would be searching for her. As far as she knew, the only person who was aware she was here was Mr. Hardon. Her blood pressure spiked. She needed to get away from him. 

She stood up and was about to run when she heard the voice again, closer this time. The deep, resonant tone was familiar, but it wasn’t Mr. Hardon’s voice. Her eyes widened. Martin was looking for her. Why was he here? The reason didn’t matter. She needed to find him. She realized he was too far away to hear her if she yelled. She looked around again, and off in the distance saw his Giant silhouette on the horizon. She ran towards him, but he was so far away. She felt like she would never reach him. Fortunately, he seemed to be clomping toward her with great strides. 

Candy couldn’t hold herself back any longer. Even if he couldn’t hear her, she still belted out, “Martin! Martin! Over here!” 

Martin paused. He thought he had heard something, the faintest call from down the road. He listened intently but didn’t hear anything else. He forcefully expelled a breath in frustration. His mind must be playing tricks on him. He’d never find Candy this way. He was beginning to give up. If he hadn’t found her by now, he’d never find her. His chest tightened with violent emotion. The thought of Candy, lost and abandoned and maybe hurt, deeply upset him. 

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard the same little squeak. He squinted at a distant speck moving towards him along the sidewalk. 

“C-Candy?” he cautiously called. 

Just barely, he could make out a tiny voice replying, “Martin!” He rushed forward toward the infinitesimal speck, hardly more noticeable than a bug. As he got closer, he could see Candy’s lustrous blonde hair shining in the sun. 

“Candy! Oh, praise the heavens! I thought I’d never find you!” He crouched down, swept her up off the sidewalk with his huge hand, and brought her up to his chest. He could feel that she was coated in some sort of slimy, sticky substance, with blades of grass and dirt clinging to her body. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” 

“It doesn’t matter. I’m good now,” Candy replied, snuggling up to his warm chest. His Giant body felt so good against hers. She felt safe and comfortable and cared for. She buried herself in his shirt like a blanket and her eyes overflowed with moisture. “Oh, thank goodness you found me! I was so lost! I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come upon me...” 

“Yeah, I don’t know if you realized, but you were going in completely the wrong direction,” Martin remarked. “You would’ve never made it back.” He stroked her gently with his fingers and held her close. He wanted to hold her in his hands against him forever. His heart was thumping hard in his chest. He figured she was just relieved to have somebody save her, but now he knew at least that she wasn’t afraid of him like he initially thought. Otherwise, she would never have approached him as she did. Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with her. 

He caressed her back with his thumb as she curled up to his chest. “Let’s get you home.” 

Chapter 17

First Chapter

[ask-illagerart1st]

Tough Love (The Villains Lair) (Minecraft Villains Version)

Alvar:

Ever since I was a boy my own father vowed I must find the way to power through a noble brow I married once for love, then my senses came I must marry for the stature of my wife's name Onto marriage number two I knew what I had to do And my poor wife was killed in a year or two Solved problem number one, now to problem number two Her doe-eyed little boy with gentle point of view

Would I ship him off to school? No! I told him if he stayed that he'd have To earn his keep and so he became the maid

Charlie and Joey:

He was lazy He was crazy He was talking to the mice

Alvar: Janis was hopelessly naive, so he had to pay the price I moved him to the attic out of sight and out of mind I could have thrown him out, but I'm benevolent and kind

Charlie and Joey:

Sire, your heart's too big for you!

Alvar:

I knew what I had to do After all, difficult children will take advantage of your good nature

So you lock them up from away the key There's one on every family tree

Charlie and Joey:

Ungrateful Hateful Vile too, the things he put you through

Break their spirit so they obey Now they'll do anything you say Maybe you'd call it cruel but others would call it love Tough love

I ask you, is it a crime to strive for perfection in all things?

Walda:

Oh no, they're so cute when they're little but Then they grow up and just ruin everything

I never wanted children, life was better on my own All the screaming, nagging chilled me to the bone But then one day I came across a flower growing free It's magic kept me young, so I kept it all for me But someone dug it up, now a baby held the power So I "borrowed" him, locked him up and hid him in a mansion, Years went by, Oh, the sacrifice And against my better judgment, I fed him once or twice Teenagers now I know I wild eat their young But that's messy Manipulation's easily more fun A little guilt, a lot of force of course you have to lie Remind them that without you, they'd shrivel up and die

They only have themselves to blame If you'd been there, you'd do the same

Walda:

So work them hard 'til they fall in line There's one way and it's only mine The children are lazy Spoiled too

Alvar and Walda:

But we know what to do Govern them with a heart of stone Lock them up, so they're all alone Maybe you'd call it cruel but Others would call it love, tough love

Herobrine:

Ugh, his own room with a water view and He runs away, the first change He gets?

Alvar:

These wretched brats think the World owes them something, but it doesn't..

Herobrine:

Far and wide I rule the kingdom with a heavy hand But there was more, I had in mind a greater plan I never cared to share, so my brother would have to fall But his "child" blocked the way to me and "Fairest of them all" He was chubby, He was dumb And grotesquel optimistic He needed structure in her life He wasn't realistic I give him chores and took away the things that he'd enjoy But then I caught him singing songs with birds and then a girl Love? Was I just sit by and wait? For him to take my crown? No He had sealed his fate He had to go, and so he did and you know what They say, "An apple once a day keeps your enemies away"

All:

Don't be fooled by their tender smile Give an inch and they'll run a mile

Our idea for a happy home Is one where we live all alone Dark Depressing Desolate Now let's all drink to that Call us wicked call us mean Cruel and everything in between You could say it's unjust Turning their dreams to dust This is what we call love, tough love!

[loveriotss]

HCS + TXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⸻ touya todoroki

REQUEST — "omg i love your shigaraki smau!! hes so in character and lovely 😩😩 can i ask for the same for dabi too 🥺👉🏻👈🏻" INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au WARNINGS — reader is implied to be a part of the lov/lives together with the members, swearing, teensy weensy bit of angst, kys/kms jokes

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texts with him are either really sweet or make you wanna block him.

most of the time it will be you rambling on and on while he spews small insults at you here and there, just to spike you.

if you ever blocked him because of that he would follow you around all day, nagging you to unblock him.

of course he can easily snatch your phone and unblock himself, but he found annoying you much more fun.

he is bit of a gossiper. he casually eavesdrops at one of the lov members, snickering when he hears something juicy and makes a mental note to tell you about it later.

sometimes he’d text you in the dead of night to meet him up at the roof or roam around the quiet sleepy streets with hoods over your faces to avoid unnecessary conflicts with heroes.

and when you two would get back, he’d roll his eyes at shigaraki’s angry face and yawn when kurogiri lectured you both to not go outside as much.

there are times when his mental health gets a bit rough and so you call him over to your room and listen to music while either playing a board game, painting each other's nails or laughing at dumb newspaper comics.

he is incredibly grateful when you do this because unlike everyone else, you don't urge him to tell you what's wrong and instead you try to take his mind off things and let him tell you when he wants to.

he may not admit it out loud as often but he loves you a lot and makes sure you know it. after his poor excuse of a childhood, you were the one there for him during his highs and lows. 

as much as he annoyed you while you rambled, he’d pay a lot of attention to your words. you were talking about these new blind-box figures that came out? a basket of them is magically at the foot of your bed when you wake up. or maybe you were talking about some crepes you saw online? a cute box of it is kept in your room after dinner.

he has a small private instagram account that he only got after you and toga nagged him to get one.

does not post. it is completely blank. he doesn't even follow anyone other than the lov members and likes nothing but your posts.

whenever you post yourself he will always make sure to leave ATLEAST one flirtatious comment.

NOTE — THE THINGY IN THE LAST TEXT IS A RED VELVET (GIRL GROUP THAT SANG RUSSIAN ROULETTE) LIGHTSTICK!! this is bringing back memories from when i first joined the mha fandom because of dabi help. was so cute to write omg lowkk this one might be my favorite.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[starlightswitch]

The Dress for the Dance

@flashfictionfridayofficial This one immediately had my thinking of my "first dance" universe, and there was still one sister's story to tell.

It was two days before Nika’s first dance.

She was the oldest, so hers was the first in the family. She was pretty sure no one had expected her to be so excited about it. Maybe about who she was going to dance with– every time she mentioned a name her sisters hadn’t heard or didn’t remember, they pounced as if the person might be a new crush and she might be headed for a ‘love at first dance’ story. Not about the outfit.

True, Nika didn’t usually care about clothes, but dressing for a normal day was different than picking out a special outfit for the biggest day of your life. She’d thought she might be one of the people who went multiple times just to try on more outfits, but the first time she’d fallen absolutely in love with a dress and known she wouldn’t like anything else as much. It was a deep blue with a flowing skirt, the overskirt and the wavy shoulder straps palest blue and sparkling with glitter. She’d spun around not wanting to take it off.

Her sisters kept nagging her about seeing the dress, or a picture of her in it. Annie insisted that keeping it a surprise was an outdated tradition from back in the day when they practically thought you turned into a new person when you graduated and had your first dance. Kels said everyone else shared their dresses, but Nika just had to be different, didn’t she always? Nika liked the idea of keeping it a surprise, something just for her until the night of the dance.

Two days before the dance, she walked into her room and found Annie looking under her bed.

She stood and stared.

Annie rose to her knees, her hands behind her back in a show of innocence. “I wasn’t looking at it!”

“If you weren’t looking at it,” said Nika– half her mind was surprised she was able to speak at all, let alone sound like she knew what she was saying– “how did you know it was there?”

“I didn’t know it was there. I was looking if there were gloves I could borrow anywhere. I can’t find mine. Once I figured out what was in the bag I didn’t look at it.”

Nika gave Annie a skeptical eyebrow raise as she got to her feet. “Even though it’s a dumb outdated tradition?”

“I’m still not going to look at your thing when you don’t want me to. Besides, how was me looking at it… What was I going to do? Take pictures and share them myself?”

Nika did not say she would have thought maybe. “You really didn’t look at it?” she said, and she almost didn’t make it a question.

“I saw glitter and blues and I figured out what it had to be and I didn’t look at it.”

“That’s…” Nika didn’t want to thank her sister for doing what she should have done anyway. “…nice. Nice of you.”

Annie shrugged, like she knew sure enough that she’d done what she should have done anyway.

The day of the dance, Nika came out in her dress, the skirt swirling, the glittering strands of blue beads on her earrings almost reaching to the straps that sat perfectly on her shoulders, and Annie stood and stared. “Wow,” she said. “That is not what I was expecting.”

Nika could tell, when their eyes met, that the little hidden reminder in there had been there on purpose.

And it did matter. Even more than that the sneak peak had been accidental, it mattered that Annie hadn't actually seen the dress. The dress had been a surprise.

--

Kel's story: Someone to Dance With

Annie's story: Days Before the Dance

[your-local-writer]

Hoiii!!! I was wondering if you could do the league with a short reader who just joined the league but shigaraki decided to take her in even though she was really shy and would literally cry every time they killed someone and she's like the baby of the league pastel clothes and everything. And is very touch starved so wants to cuddle 24/7 and whines when they aren't cuddling, please and thank you! (Sorry this was long-)

{Platonic} LoV x F!Reader {Warnings}- Female reader, slight spoilers for Season 4 and the Vigilantes Manga(Maybe? Don't think so, but just in case), just fluff I suppose, nothing crazy <3

A/N: This was so cute!!🥺🥺 And trust me, you don’t need to apologize, I loved it!! And I’m back to being active! I won’t leave for almost 2 years again, promise!! -also random note I didn’t know what to do with Spinner, but I tried-

Dabi{Touya Todoroki}:

He was just confused. You look so..out of place? Are you like Toga and a psycho? Or maybe you’re an undercover cop? No, that can’t be right... He mainly ponders on why you would join; surely no one as dumb as you could exist? Surely there’s something wrong with you, but there wasn’t. You were normal? But you wanted to join one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan? Dabi was so confident you were going to leave within days, hell probably even hours

But when you surprisingly stuck around, Dabi kept telling you, “You’re not fit to be in a league like this.” Or “Don’t you think it’s too risky for someone as fragile and vulnerable as you to stay?” He kept nagging you, then it was pumped up a notch once he found out why you randomly cling on to him and sobbed like there was no tomorrow

“You’ve got to be kidding me..” was one of the comments he’d groan out once you clung onto him

He doesn’t show it but empathizes with you a bit. When you cry, there’s always a moment of a soothing aura he’ll give off. Dabi can pull the tough guy act pretty well and has; he isn’t going to baby you. However, he does have a tiny soft spot for you as he does to everyone else he grows close to

He might cuddle if he’s forced to, specifically if you two are alone. But since Dabi doesn’t like to, he thought buying you a stuffed animal would make you stop whining. It didn’t work as much as he wished

Also pesters you to get new clothes; thinks it’s going to get him caught anytime he goes on a mission with you but likes to use you as bait, so 10/10 for that

Overall, he eventually grew a soft spot. It’s not a big one, but enough for him to care. He dealt with you and the other members for a while, so he grew close and came around a bit in the end. He still gets annoyed by your crying, though </3

Toga Himiko:

Himiko loves you. She loves your innocence and thinks you’re the sweetest thing in the world! She’s also more possessive to you than pretty much anyone she has ever met, and she always makes sure you’re safe.

First time you met she may have been overwhelming for you; as she ranted on and on about how well you guys will get along, how you guys are best friends, and so on as she played with your hair, smiling wider than usual.

However, she was disappointed when she learned that you didn’t like the idea of murder- she was stunned when she heard you sobbing out of nowhere. She thought you got hurt and then turned around to see a confused and aggravated Dabi trying to push a sobbing you off and she was honestly pretty jealous...

Himiko loves spending time with you, cuddles, and hugs 100%; she loves nipping at your neck, mostly since you give her a cute pouty and flustered face and make adorable noises! Does try to steal your blood, yet fails and giggles when you make a face at her. So she’s mainly the big spoon <3

There are rare moments when you whine about not getting affection- she’s almost always with you, and you’re almost always with her. Though, when you’re not with her, Toga will give you a call, a text, anything that she can do to check up on you- mainly since she doesn’t want anyone to outshine her when it comes to giving you affection

She also enjoys teasing you a bit with your clothes, would always say you two could wear matching outfits, maybe even switch clothes for a day. She loves dressing you up and picking clothes for you. Loves to surprise you with gifts as well

Overall, she adores you and sees you as her future wife <3

Spinner{Shuichi Iguchi}:

He gets really flustered by you; you were so shy!! Your small wave to him when you had met everyone, you’re so quiet, and your clothes! You made his heart ache so much!

He was honestly jealous of Toga and the others for spending so much time with you; he wasn’t the boldest person in the league, so he didn’t know what to do and would ask people like Magne for advice. She would giggle and encourage his little crush on you

Shuichi always had literally anyone else but him take care of you when you were crying. Thought he’d make things worse, felt really awkward and tried to tell you it was okay while behind whoever was comforting you. It was a weird situation since you cried when someone died..? Even though you’re in a league that kidnapped a teenage boy for their first mission and caused lots of destruction? Still confuses him to be honest

You two never interacted too much since you were always with the others. However, Shuichi tries to enjoy each moment you two have, small and short, most of the time. Though he still likes you.

He had tried to at least spend time with you, like a theater, but ended with Toga coming along. Tried again and then got freaked out by Toga. At least he tried </3

Twice{Jin Bubaigawara}:

Jin had mixed feelings like most of the others. He likes you just as much as Toga does. However, crying did get on his nerves frequently, as well as you not being able to kill someone when the league has to do that specifically, or at least seriously injure someone if needed or was instructed by Shigraki to do so

You two are crying buddies - if he sees you cry, he’ll probably try to tell you to stop kindly, then scream about how you’re being a baby, later crawling over to you and hugging you while you cry together as he argues with himself

Jin usually comforted you when you were whining for attention. He didn’t mind giving you affection. He bought you a plushie just in case you ever missed him, his personal favorite being a tabby cat plush

Of course, he gave you hugs, making sure you were happy, and loved going out with you to get some clothing, very supportive with any outfit. Even if you ever felt self-conscious, he would always undo it by acting like your personal cheerleader

Honestly loves you just as much as Toga, and sees you as an amazing person. Appreciated that he was lucky to have you and the others in his life

Magne{Kenji Hikiishi}:

Magne acted like a parental figure towards you. She was one of the first people you got along with; she always tried to get you to be a bit more social so you could get along with everyone.

If you cried, she’d try her best to comfort you. Anytime you were having trouble, she’d give you the best advice she could give to you. If you cry because you saw someone’s death, she will try to use her quirk to get you away from the situation. If you need help, she will help; it was just how your mother-daughter relationship was.

Not to mention she loved giving you hugs after coming back from a mission. If she were even a bit injured, you’d look a bit worried while you pretty much lectured her for getting in such a dangerous situation. She loved giving you head pats and would get gifts with Toga and Twice before coming back to a hideout you were at

Definitely enjoyed getting new clothes for you, and thought your fashion sense is a nice contrast to the others and appreciated how it matched you so well!

You always think about the good times and appreciate them. You do miss her, even still

Mr.Compress{Atsuhiro Sako}:

He likes you, thinks you’re fun. He doesn’t talk to you often since he is busy but sees you as good use to the league. Like Dabi, thinks you are a perfect distraction for the police, but is a lot more careful to make sure you don't get arrested yourself. And was one of first who accepted you as Magne had done

He would mainly chuckle when you would want cuddles but knew someone like Toga would want to hug and snuggle up with you. So he didn’t cuddle much with you often, still doesn’t too much

Would always try to do a trick to make you feel better when you cried, even covering your eyes and even trying to distract you when you would be near someone getting killed

You always laughed and enjoyed his small performances here and there. Talk about your life before the league, joke around, and help everywhere. You two weren’t the closest but liked each other. But since times have changed, you guys are closer than ever. Enjoys your company overall and cares about you deeply just as he does everyone

Kurogiri:

He doesn’t mind you. You’re not entirely within Shigaraki or One for All’s goal. But he protects you like the rest of the league, just with some more care. He appreciates when you offer help with almost anything. He finds you kind and caring and likes to talk to you. You always crack a smile that causes him to be happy, doesn’t entirely show it, but it does

He doesn’t usually talk to you much but knows you quite well thanks to his observant and your [almost always] predictable personality. He’s able to deal with you since you and Shigaraki get along quite well

There’s always a warm, slight feeling in his chest when you check up on him to see how he’s doing and just treat him as human. No one asks, and everyone is always busy. He appreciates the small things you’d do, trying to get him to ease up from all the hard work he always did

However, he always advised Shigaraki not to send you on missions - just so no complaining from Dabi and fighting each other. It can get a bit tiring

Though you’re pretty nice but didn’t pay too much attention to you since he had to focus on Shigaraki the most

Shigaraki Tomura{Tenko Shimura}:

He enjoys your company; you’re not a psycho, burnt corpse, and... I’m pretty sure you get the point. He doesn’t have issues, minus your whining and clinginess. It’s relatively rare for you to make him lash out or threaten you

And if someone asks why he let you join or doesn’t do anything because of your whole crying or toddler personality. He will either get relatively defensive and ask why you shouldn’t be in the league or stay completely quiet and probably walk away from the situation without an answer. Trust me. This happened more than once; Dabi can confirm

Sometimes, he’ll tell Kurogiri to tolerate you when you cry, or Shigaraki will warn you to shut up. Much like Dabi, he’s the type to show you tough love. Complains to Kurogiri about how nice you are and how the cute pastel clothing fits your dumb and whiney personality,

He enjoys your company. You somehow help him think outside the box. He also likes it when you “babysit” much like Kurogiri; you’ll try and make him food, sometimes you even make his room look decent even if it only lasts for a short amount of time. He honestly feels a strange nervous feeling when you are around and when you show him affection in your way

You point out that he shouldn’t scratch his neck constantly to the point it starts to bleed, you make him food when he’s upset and try to comfort him if Dabi comments about Shigaraki’s looks, i.e., the marks on his face you’d pout at Dabi and usually force him to apologize

He can go on to how many times you would randomly hug him or pat his head and tell him that everything will be okay when he is about to throw a tantrum or just pissed in general. You’ll be stupidly kind and, if possible, make him ramen and give your all to keep him company

He thinks you’re helpful but doesn’t protect you since he thinks Toga and Twice already do a pretty good job giving you the affection and the protection that you need.

Honestly has a love-hate relationship with you, He likes that you babysit him and follow his orders but gets aggravated when you cry and whine over someone being killed, one of his pet peeves of you, but he still likes you

[whiteqnn]

PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.  

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?” 

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.” 

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.” 

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players. 

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!” 

“Who?” 

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.” 

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request. 

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage. 

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself. 

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse. 

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time. 

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him. 

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest. 

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot. 

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts. 

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing. 

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.  

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly. 

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call. 

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway. 

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.” 

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.” 

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her. 

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness. 

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!” 

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her. 

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening. 

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.” 

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!” 

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.” 

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.  

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N” 

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly. 

“See you, partner.” 

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet... 

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened. 

Was she nervous? As hell. 

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared. 

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him. 

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them. 

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!” 

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay. 

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice. 

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.” 

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle. 

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself. 

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby. 

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there. 

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!” 

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!” 

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her. 

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice. 

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh. 

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...” 

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.” 

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...” 

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen. 

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck... 

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened” 

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!” 

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively. 

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously. 

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!” 

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...” 

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?” 

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words. 

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included. 

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends. 

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week. 

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away. 

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?” 

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...” 

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed. 

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!” 

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking. 

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...” 

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?” 

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me? 

 “But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.” 

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea. 

***

This is not the last part. 

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[siriannatan]

How to Calm a fWhip - one-shot

A little before bed, evening one-shot (might have to do with a thing I'm writing on the sly when out of other ideas because S1 lives rent-free in my brain)

I seem to have set myself a dynamic with these three Scott seeing fWhip - a good nap pillow Jimmy seeing fWhip - must mess with the pretty guy

I TOTALLY FORGOT THE AO3 Link

There was a small problem in Grimlands. It was a completely normal day for average residents. Sunny with a light wind making you need a lighter jacket. Very nice weather for Grimlands if not counting dark smoke from all the smithies and workshops but that was perfectly normal for the place. Nothing out of ordinary, so you might ask where the problem is. 

At the count's manor. fWhip, the count of Grimlands, the half-dragon ruling the land and the head of the Wither Alliance, woke up restless. 

He himself had no idea why but before the breakfast was over, he snapped at his helpers more than five times and nearly fired all his house staff. Nothing was to his liking. He slept badly. His bed was suddenly both too soft and too hard. Food was all too spicy, sweet, salty etc. Everyone was too noisy.

Somehow the manor made it through the breakfast time but then another problem formed. fWhip didn't have anything to do. He had no meeting. No local ruler business. Nothing to do to do with other empires. Or his alliance. He wasn't in the mood to tinker - probably for the first time in his whole life. No desire to visit anyone or just go anywhere, even for a dumb walk. So he practically bounced off the walls until Gem showed up. 

It's important to say here that fWhip loved his sister. He grew his hair out to try and be a bit more like her. She was a great leader and often helped him. Much better than Sausage just dragging problems in. Like when he introduced a certain handsome - do not tell anyone he called him that - ruler of the cod empire to him and the fact that the refugees of the Salmon Empire lived in Grimlands. And numerous other problems. He loved both his siblings a lot but they could be a bit much at times. 

Today he really couldn't listen to Gem to nagging him about how to be a better ruler. The constant conflict with Jimmy. How little he did last time Sausage provoked the merling. It was so much he excused himself with having to talk to Scott, ruler of Rivendell's elves. He would openly admit he found Scott pretty and that it hurt him an unreasonable amount that Scott was fond of Jimmy. But he still flew to Rivendell. Hoping that maybe by the time he got there, he would calm down a bit.

He didn't but seeing Scott and all the gold jewellery he wore distracted fWhip's dragon brain a bit. 

"Can I help you? I hope I didn't forget we had anything scheduled," Scott said, letting fWhip into his castle. fWhip was always shocked at how clean it was with the few servants Scott kept around. Had to be magic.

"No, we didn't, I... I just couldn't sit at home and listen to Gem nag me... I can go somewhere else if I'm in the way..." fWhip had no reason to hide his actual reasons from Scott. It might have not been the first time he went to the elf since the whole Xornoth thing and the Salmon King incident did not help in the slightest.

"Is it back?" Scott asked, referring to the anxiety attacks fWhip went through after and for whatever reason came to him with instead of his siblings.

"No," fWhip shook his head,  looking over all the golden decor. Elves really loved their gold... "Just feeling a bit restless the whole day and thought a change of scenery might be good. I can go and bother Jimmy if you're busy," he added, just then noticing Scott was dressed a bit more casually. He still looked a lot more company-worthy than fWhip did at his best.

"It's fine, my advisors forced a day off on me," Scott smiled and fWhip pelt a little bit better.

They ended up in Scott's personal library. With fWhip's head rested on Scott's lap as he slowly calmed down and relaxed. With cold fingers messing with his meticulous braided hair. Not that fWhip cared much. He almost instantly fell asleep, helped by a heavy woollen blanket Scott tossed over him. Explaining that with fWhip around he himself didn't need one. fWhip had no energy to argue so he just let himself relax... Scott's lap made for a great pillow.

/Bonus Jimmy Bit/

Usually, Jimmy had no trouble finding Scott whenever he decided to visit Rivendell. The elven king would more often than not come out and greet him before the merling could even start to wonder where to start looking for him. Not today. Today he had to go through all the more official sites all over the city before one of Scott's councilmen told him the king was having a day off for overworking himself to the point of fainting and was not supposed to leave his castle.

Jimmy rarely had a chance to see more of the castle than the direct path to Scott's bed so that was the first place he checked. For now, he decided to avoid the servants. At this point, he wanted to surprise Scott. 

There was no Scott in the bedroom but the bed was not made. And there were no books anywhere. "Decided to clean up for one?" Jimmy hummed glancing out to the gardens through the big, stained glass windows. No winged elven kings there. With another hum, Jimmy went to look for a library. With how many books Scott always had around his bed there had to be one in the castle.

There was a library housing Scott's over two hundred years' worth of hoarding books. And most of them were in elven. Or several now-dead languages Scott learned before they went out of use. Jimmy was sometimes shocked at how much Scott knew despite being mostly raised to be married off for an alliance. He should not have been shocked Scott overtook the palace library.

Which must be quite the sight, if Jimmy could find the place among the damned labyrinths elven interiors seemed to always be... But his people liked labyrinths as well so it wasn't that much of a problem and he eventually found it. And was met with quite the sight. 

Scott, leisurely lounging on a couch with a fWhip's head in his lap. One hand messing with a mostly undone braid Jimmy loved to pull - both literally and metaphorically. Other lazily switching a page in a book floating at just the right level for Scott to read it, before reaching for a cup of tea. A fancy cup of Glimmer Grove make. A gift from Katherine's great grand mother as Jimmy heard from Scott. Technically for Xornoth but Scott was the king and Xornoth was with Joey in a jungle...

"Shush, he just fell asleep," Scott said spotting Jimmy as he walked closer. It was hard to hide if one was an eight-foot tall merling demi-god like he was.

"I might need a nap myself after how much running around I did while looking for you," Jimmy hummed, quietly to not wake the sleeping dragon. And taking in the thick blanket that was clearly Scott's, it was all of his favourite shades of blue and cyan with white frill all around it. And fWhip was purring slightly which was news to Jimmy, it was damn cute though. "I heard you overworked yourself again," he turned to glare at Scott while taking an entire loveseat to himself. 

"I did, I regretted it, and it'll be a while before I do it again," Scott seemed to shrug as he pulled another blanket out of somewhere and tossed it at Jimmy. "In case you get cold, I'm not moving. He needs a nap," he explained, gently patting fWhip's head.

"Wake me up when he wakes up, we just might get him to cuddle you properly," Jimmy grinned.

Scott merely shrugged. He loved the idea of cuddling with fWhip. He had a chance to do it a few times but was not too fond of the circumstances so something more relaxed sounded great. and he certainly didn't mind having Jimmy there too. Or being stared at as he read through one of his favourite books. Top hundred for sure.

[riflebrass]

Dude there was an incident last year where my sister's friend slid off the road on some ice and needed help recovering his car the next day. I have chains, 4WD, and a tow strap. I should totally help him.

My tires were dogshit and I had no idea what the situation was so I refused. She said she would pull him out with her car. That thing was light weight and if it's icy there's no traction. Dumb idea so I told her I didn't have any tow chains. She said she's just going to push him back on the road. Dumb fucking idea so I tag along to keep her from being too dumb. She refused to bring a coat because we won't be gone that long so I put on a sweater under my coat knowing she was going to need it.

We get to the chain up area and her chains don't fit. Fine we don't need them. Nobody else has chains.

Then we start going up in elevation and it starts getting icy.

We get there and he's on a big steep hill that thawed and refroze so it's a 400 yard sheet of solid ice and his car is in a ditch. No fucking way my truck could have pulled him out and we're sure as shit not pushing it back on the road.

We're like 50 yards down from the top. It's too icy to turn around and go back up. She decides to try the chains again while we're on the slope. Big surprise the car starts to slide when she jacks it up.

I noted that the hill leveled off about another hundred yards down so we agreed to just carefully slide down there and try again. We almost crashed but we got there safely.

After digging her tires out of the snow we found that the chains were indeed too small. That area was a notorious ice hazard so tow trucks refused to go out and the tire shops refused to deliver chains. We're stranded in the snow.

It's 8pm, it's 28 degrees, we're stuck, and she finally admitted she needed a coat.

She wanted to try sliding the rest of the way down the hill to go home and I had to talk her out of it. She didn't want to leave her car but if we crash it could be totaled or we could fucking die don't be a fucking retard.

He had a friend who was willing to bring her chains. I convinced them to ask for a ride home instead. We walked down the hill on foot and abandoned her car too.

The next fucking day they beg me to try with my truck. Now I know what we're up against and fuck no. If the tow trucks refused to try I'm not going to do any better.

They kept nagging me until I snapped. I told them to shut the fuck up because if she had listened to me in the first place she wouldn't have had to abandon her car. It's her fault and for me being the "dumbass" of the family she's lucky she had me around to keep from fucking things up even worse.

I fucking hate working with civilians or losers

[swirlysmile]

Hi! I’m kind of thinking a four character thing here but no romance is involved (bear with me!)

I have a headcanon where Hangman teams up with Iceman to prank Mav (since Ice sees himself in Hangman and they instantly get along)

The reader can either:

-Be in on the pranks and help Hangman and Ice to come up with ideas and make them

-Watch from the CCTV cameras and see the chaos that ensues because Ice and Hangman want to have a little fun

-or you can come up with your own!

I apologize if this request may be too long or you don’t want to do it, but it would be funny to see Maverick get pranked over and over and not even suspect Iceman!

PSH THIS IS ADORABLE ANON!

thank you for this! hope this exceeds your expectations 🫡

word count: 798

warnings; a little wordy

It’s Harmless

Maverick stops in his tracks, standing in the hall, glitter hanging off his clothes. Just mere moments ago, before he stepped into his office, he was glitter-less. He thinks this has gone on for too long. 

“Tell me what you saw, please. Rewind the tapes, anything.”

“No can do, Mr. Mitchell. I saw nothing, and the camera didn’t pick anything up either. I’m sure of it.” 

He’s still nagging, pulling at your pigtails like a child. 

“Maverick, sir, your office isn’t covered by the cameras.” You say, lying through the skin of your teeth. If he were paying a little more attention to the monitors, he would have noticed.

“I see..” He abruptly turns on his heel, thanking you for your efforts. If you weren’t going to tell him, he’d figure out himself. 

The halls are empty this time of night, entertaining only a bedazzled Maverick. 

The next day, he’s up bright and early hoping to catch the perpetrator in their scheme, rigging their trap. He’s greeted with nothing but an enthusiastic team though, and Hangman. He doesn’t even think of checking his office today. He’d find Iceman hiding in there, waiting for Jake. 

“Coast is clear,” Hangman hears over his little earpiece. He insisted that the earpieces were necessary, so he could feel like a spy. You watch over the cameras as he weaves his way through the winding halls and ends up in the flytraps jaw. 

Maverick has trapped him in conversation, and Iceman does not like to be kept waiting. 

“Hangman, get out of there.” You say, gritting your teeth. He doesn’t say anything back, of course. Maverick is still talking his ear off. 

“Shame. I really have to get going, important meeting.” Hangman laughs.

“With who?” 

“Uh, Cyclone.” He says, and you scoff at his stupidity. 

Ice will find a way to convince Cyclone to lie, but still undesirable. 

“I see. You’ll be on time though?” 

“Yes sir. Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

Ice is tuned in to all of this of course, and you can hear him groaning. Hangman really is a miserable liar. Hangman gets right back to it though, navigating the miserable maze of base. With a quick “Be there soon,” he’s off, not even giving Maverick time to question him. They’ve planned their next prank, and of course you’re in on it. You had to lie to Mitchell to save the mission, you’re not giving up now.

Later in the day, after everyone has endured lectures and received criticism, Maverick catches Jake in a bad moment. Setting the bait.

“Hangman, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing, sir?” The unsureness in his voice doesn’t save his case, and you’re unconsciously cursing at him under your breath.

“So it’s you?” 

“Sorry, sir?” Hangman says, his attempt at playing dumb isn’t working, and Mavericks gaze is unwavering. He’s swearing a little more, and then the dam bursts.

Jake has always been a lousy liar. 

“Knock it off, Seresin.” He says, and while Hangman might lay off, Ice certainly will not. 

“I thought I told you to stop, Lieutenant.” Maverick says, covered in pink glitter this time, as opposed to the green he had adorned earlier.

“You did, sir, and I did stop.” 

Maverick raises an eyebrow in question, but Hangman runs off before he can reveal any more. 

The little man, Maverick, is only getting more frustrated though. Hangman can't hide forever.

“Are you sure you didn’t see anything?” Maverick interrogates you for the umpteenth time. 

“Yes, sir. Nothing at all.” You lie for the umpteenth time. 

He’s getting nowhere, but Hangman bolts at the sight of him, per Ice’s request. Admiral Kazansky is really the brains of the whole operation, you’re just a well rounded accomplice. Hangman was more of a lackey, replaced in due time by none other than Bradshaw. The second Seresin hears about this he’s going to be up in flames, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

The same is true for Maverick. If Ice decided to stop psychologically torturing Maverick, then maybe it’s best he doesn’t find out who was really behind it. He would turn into a tiny ball of fire, murmuring about betrayal from his closest friend, much less, his wingman. 

“Hangman, you have to stop,��� Maverick says, exasperated. He’s finally backed Jake into a corner, one that he can’t weasel his way out of. 

“Sir, it’s really not me.” Hangman repeats, hint of desperation in his voice. He makes sure to enunciate for dramatic effect. 

“Bullshit.”

“Maverick, I swear it’s not me.” He says, and Jake is definitely considering damning the whole mission, letting it crash and burn. “I stopped a long time ago.” 

Maverick is out of ideas, for now, but he will find out if it’s the last thing he does.

[xtinyaurora]

Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”