#( PATCHING UP INJURIES IS CUTE AS HECK! )

[bones4thecats]

Hi hi hello! It's me 🧑‍🧑‍🧒 again, hehe. Your writing always sparks joy! And I have a new idea for a request (^w^)

Could I request Ace, Deuce, and Floyd with a reader who often patches them up or straightens out their hair/clothes for them whenever they get into some sort of mischief or fight? Like, they clean wounds and uses plasters or bandages with cute designs or fix crooked ties or collars. It's their way of showing affection (like a little cleaner shrimp haha)

I hope you have a wonderful day! Remember to stay hydrated (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

When Their S/O Straightens Them Out

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Floyd Leech Requester: 👪Anon A/N: This is honestly so cute! By the way, like in my other Twisted Wonderland pieces, the reader is not considered to be MC (or Yuu Sei and I have dubbed him in my au) ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Book 1 Chapters 24-28 and Book 3 Chapters 33-39 (not fully-centered - just mentioned) and Mentions of speaking lewdly, fighting, injuries from fights, and physical assault leading to almost-permanent damage ⚠️

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»»———————————-　 Ace Trappola 　———————————-««

🪅 Ace has always had a big issue when it comes to relationships. It is literally canon that he had a girlfriend in middle school and when he lost interest he ghosted her till they broke up

🪅 But, when he finally met you, the first year began to seemingly become more mellow around you. Well, he was still a little rascal to others, but he loved to just sneak behind you a spook you instead of dunking buckets full of water on you

🪅 And he was the same until another Heartslabyul student began to get a little close to you. And by close, I mean by stating his care for you loudly during practices, oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was a mere few feet away from him

🪅 Let's just say the jealousy bubbled over and he threw a basketball at his face, sending the other into anger. And to sum it up, you and the teachers were beyond pissed

"I mean what were you thinking?! You could've gotten suspended, and if you think Riddle would get super angry about a missing tart imagine a suspension!"

🪅 Ace sat there as you began to re-wrap his injuries from the fight, and seeing the fairly deep cuts and scrapes reminded you of when you helped the rest of your dorm and the magicless human and his pet cat against Riddle's overblot

🪅 He watched carefully and pretty much ignored your scoldings in favor of seeing your face flush slightly in anger and contort as you spoke. Ace may not seem like it, but he does love to observe you caring for him. Some would call that slightly creepy, but you found it flattering, he paid you more attention than his homework

🪅 You began to put the bandages away with the cleaning materials when you felt two arms hug you from behind and a man's chin lay on the top of your head

"Thank ya', lovely."

"Anything for the Ace of my Heart."

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»»———————————-　 Deuce Spade　———————————-««

♠️ Despite what he wants, Deuce does still have his delinquent urges inside of him. He is severely protective over you to the point where others would think that he was forcing you in the relationship. Thankfully you know better

♠️ He loves to see you happy, even if it means others make you that. But Deuce can tell what someone is really thinking. He spent quite a bit of his childhood around people who hid their true emotions, heck, he was even one of those people!

♠️ So, seeing this random Pomefiore student come up to you constantly and act as if he just wanted friendship, but in reality he was just trying to woo you over. Wanting you to leave Deuce for himself

♠️ Deuce was getting angrier by the day, so it was bound for his anger to finally take over and cause him to act out

♠️ All it took was hearing the other man speak awfully gross things of you in the changing room after Track and Field practice. And he took the first hit

♠️ Next thing he knew you were fixing him up and trying to heal around the collar that came from Riddle earlier that day. The housewarden had found out about the disagreement and yelled his signature spell's name, making you sigh in annoyance

"Dearest, I understand that you love me. But you shouldn't have put yourself through that kind of action, Great Seven knows if he were to press assault charges onto you!"

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I've tried so hard to be the perfect straight-A student for you, my mother, and grandmother and then hearing that- that bastard talk about you that way just made me snap. Y'know?"

♠️ You smiled gently as you laid the extra materials aside and held your boyfriend's face to look at you. You rested your forehead onto his as he sighed and hugged you back

"I love you so much, Deuce. Just the idea of you being minorly hurt, nonetheless severely hurts."

"Understood. I'll try to be a bit better, okay?" Deuce asked, his smile enlarging as you nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you so much for loving me, Y/N."

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»»——————————-　 Floyd Leech 　——————————-««

🎭 When you first met Floyd during your first years at Night Raven College, you knew that you would feel sorry for his future one and only. Little did you know that you were that one and only

🎭 Everyone understood the memo when Floyd was around. Do not speak ill of him or someone he was close to, it would only result in the sadistic eel-mer to pop up and practically squeeze you until you had a permanent dent in your ribs

🎭 Unfortunately for a new Octavinelle first year, he viewed the rumors as dumb. He was obviously acting this way to gain attention in that way, there was no way that a puny-looking eel-mer was stronger than the gorgeous and powerful betta-mer that he was!

🎭 Over the passing couple weeks, you have been hiding every interaction close to flirting away from the Octavinelle trio, knowing that either Azul and Jade would tell Floyd in a heartbeat

🎭 But, again, sadly for that new student, Floyd was walking around instead of being on his shift -due to finding it boring- and found the male taking his hair, which was flipped onto one side, and attempting to use dark-red and white colors to attract you. And that was not just going to pass by Floyd like nothing

"Y/N! Who is this you're talkin' too? A new friend?"

🎭 The sharp row of Floyd's teeth poking out from his smile didn't even spook the other male. And when he tried to lay a hand on you, Floyd snapped and began to twist the other male's arm to the point it was on the bridge of breaking. He just smiled as you laid a hand on his shoulder and asked him to put the guy's arm down

🎭 He did and watched with amusement as the other being began to run away in pure fear, gripping his arm as the pain echoed. You just groaned and adjust Floyd's jacket and look over his hands for any kind of scrape from work or being an idiot

🎭 Floyd smiled with wonder in his eyes as you cleaned him up like a little shrimp. Kind of like the magicless guy from Ramshackle!

"Y/N~ Would you ever leave me for that little baby fish?~"

"No. Why, you jealous?"

"Psh! Please. I know that I'm better than all those other bottom feeders."

[starryficsfinishwen]

no idea if you take requests or not but this can just be a random ramble; it’s very likely that Roland has parental issues so imagine him with a motherly s/o ,,, she’s so caring and loving to him not knowing he has these issues (since he doesn’t talk about them lol). definitely loves calling his s/o mommy or smth .uujjrjfj and he will be thankful and shows that he is (+ in bed too bye)

I'm not very sure if I want to take requests and all (I'm a really slow writer, and I mostly function if I find the idea stimulating enough for me to move my butt LOL) but I do appreciate ideas and thoughts (and brain rots!) sent to me! so you're all good, anon! I'll update my pinned post to add that bit there~

and omg?? I find this idea great! I admit that I haven't even thought of this before— I agree with this! since we rarely heard from Roland's past, apart from him being part of that messed up show (correct me if I'm wrong), it does seem likely~

[small scene below~ will contain NSFW down there] mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

“Roland,” you softly tutted as you pulled him closer to you, making him sit in the chair, “look at you...what happened this time?”

“I was just carrying out the commandant's orders, dear,” Roland purred, somehow trying to charm his way to you, “no need to worry; my wound isn't very deep.”

Oh, it's not deep alright. His right arm, now resting on the table, had a thin, clean line in the middle, red vital fluid dripping from the source, pooling to where his arm rested, and onto the hospital floor. Tearing through the skin's protective layer, some wires peeked out, creating an impression of a deep gash, almost like a bloody mess if he were human. You looked at your lover with a sigh, before pulling your kit close to you. Without a word, you start cleaning his injury.

“You may be a construct; heck, an ascendant, even,” you sighed once more, before looking at him with genuine worry and pity, “do know that you'll still end up here in the clinic with a hole in your body if you're not careful next time.”

“But that's just how we are, darling.” Roland's lips form into a straight line, oblivious to the pain signals in his mind as you gently start cleansing and patching up his arm, “We're machines; not some weak human like you.”

“That's true, but guess who's the weak one here right now,” seems like the jab to you only made you smile instead, “This is the fifth time you've been sent to my clinic, and I can see it in your face that this is hurting you. But I know you're acting like it's not, so I'll pretend that it hurts for you.”

Clean, fast, and concise— you easily patched up his hand, as if there were no injury there at all, apart from the gauze you wrapped around it. Roland's heart trembled, as he looked at you, bringing your hand to your lips, and placing it in his injured arm.

“And to me, you're never a machine. Besides,” you suddenly admit, a faint blush spreading across your face, “I'd much rather see you smile and crack jokes outside of this clinic than to see you hurt here.”

You choke on your own words, before muttering, “You look human when you do that.”

So gentle, so tender. An act, that no romantic play could replicate, as you coughed and looked away, yet keeping your hand there, your warmth permeating through the gauze and into his wound; it felt like it was healing faster even, seemingly expressing your affection. Roland's own cheeks flush a lighter shade of pink, somehow aware of your actions.

“Mommy.”

A deafening silence befalls between you two. Roland, unknowingly, blurts it out, causing him to cover his mouth. But you. You started to laugh, a tickling sensation in your throat. Roland could only look at you in horror, but you only laughed.

“Mommy? Did you just call-”

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes, the innocence of him looking away and scratching the nape of his neck almost awes you, “I-I didn't really-”

“It's okay, Roland,” You assured, rubbing his injured arm gently, “it's cute. If it makes you comfortable, then you can call me that.”

Your smile is all it takes for Roland to realize he's falling for you. Your gentle gaze, your charming smile— it makes him feel so at home, that he laughs along with you. When both of your laughs die down, you're both met again with silence, but this time, it's a silence worth knowing, for feelings to sink in.

“Does...” he's the first to break the comforting silence, all facade of theatrics seemingly melting away, “does it hurt?”

“What does?”

“You said that you'll pretend you're the one who's hurt,” he swallows thickly, “does it hurt...?”

“Yes...yes, it does.”

“Can I be the one to patch it up, then?” He takes your hand and places it lightly on his lips, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent.

You nodded shyly, scooting closer to him as your cheeks matched his rosy ones, “Yes, please do, Roland.”

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Wet, slick noises fill the clinic.

Who would have thought that the infamous ascendant, Roland, would be groveling at a mere human's feet? Or better yet-

“Mommy,” your lover groans, gingerly licking his lips as your thighs tremble from the aftermath of your nth orgasm of the night, “you always taste so good for me, mmh...”

“R-Roland, no more, please,” you pleaded, fingers threading his silky hair, “I need your cock...”

“Sorry, mommy,” he purred, raising to lift your shoulders to his strong arms, laying you back onto the clinic bed, “but I really just wanted to taste you on my tongue so bad.”

He leans to you, kissing all your tears away. Overstimulated from the number of orgasms he coaxed out of you, you couldn't help but cry from how good your lover had been treating you. A few kisses trailed from your cheeks to your jaw, before nipping at your lips. You could taste yourself in his mouth, but you still opened for him. However, he swallows your moans, as he tapped on your quivering clit with his hardened and leaking dick, arms wrapped tightly across his neck.

“That's my mommy,” it grew on you, him calling you that. Your melted brain started to dream of a small family you could call your own with the man who's fucking you to the point of being cockdrunk, “you're been so, so good to me. I want to reward you for being my good mommy,”

Roland bottoms out in you in one thrust, twin moans from the both of you. He fucks you slow and languidly, feeling the drag of his large dick splitting your walls apart, and him driving you insane as he kisses you.

“A good mommy like you deserves to be pampered like this, mmn,” he whispers between your kisses, his lips touching yours, “being fucked so good, hm? You're squeezing me great, mommy, fuck,”

You whined as he particularly thrust into that one delicious spot, it made you see stars. Roland laughs, now chasing to rail onto you. You grasp and cry onto him, drowning in the senseless pleasure of him fucking you dumb,

“Shit, s-so good, mommy,” he moans with you, the squeeze of your walls making him lightheaded, “I want to fuck you all the time like this, I want to give you all the love you deserve.”

Roland presses you onto the bed, your legs now reached to your shoulders, the intensity of his pounding folding you into a mating press. Your babbles—“more, more, more”— drives Roland mad, thrusting harshly into you.

“Want to give you everything, mommy,” he groans into your ear, feeling that coil deep in his stomach, reaching out to rub your overstimulated nub, “gonna cum for me, mmhn- mommy? Cum for me, please, want to see you cum for me.”

The coil in your own stomach snaps, your cries and moans morphing into a heavenly hallelujah for Roland as you come undone in his pulsating cock, triggering his own release. You squirt unknowingly into him, and it only made Roland fuck you through your orgasms. When you slowly came down from your highs, Roland pulls back. When he rests your legs onto the bed, he sees his white, sticky cum dripping out of you (he wishes he could push it back inside of you, but he banishes the thought).

You catch your breath, feeling the afterglow of euphoria enthrall your senses. When you opened your eyes, Roland is standing next to you, a bowl of water and clean cloth in hand.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” Roland spoke with a kind smile on his face, and it made your heart beat, “I'm sorry I took it too far.”

“Mm,” you struggled to open your eyes, so you reached out, “it felt so great though...let me clean...”

“It's okay,” he grabs your hand, your palm opened to his warm cheeks, “let me clean you up, mommy.”

[distantxlight]

[dilf-whore]

helloo, if requests are still open could i ask for eddie munson with an s/o that's super sweet and soft, loves cute lil charms and adorable things and couldn't hurt a fly, but then one day jason starts a fight with eddie and s/o pulls a complete 180 and decks him across the face? And then acts like nothing happened afterwards with a smile

the final straw

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: jason needs to be taught a lesson

warnings: some violence, minor injuries, bullying

A/N: i really enjoyed writing this, thanks for the request anon 🥰

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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You step out of your classroom with a smile on your face, expecting to be met by your boyfriend who usually waits for you. You look around the hallway to find him, your smile fades away when you spot a group of students huddled around the lockers. “Get him Carver!” one of the boys wearing a green varsity jacket exclaims. You already know what’s happening, they’re picking on Eddie again but this time Jason’s hurting him. You rush towards the group, the charms on your bag clanking against each other and your hands clenched into tight fists - nails piercing through your palms. You’re more than furious, your boyfriend doesn't deserve this - heck, no one does. 

As you get closer, you finally spot the long haired boy on the floor with a busted lip. You push through the crowd and before you know it, you’ve punched Jason causing him to stumble down. You push him and pin him down with all your might, throwing another punch towards the boy who’s been bullying your boyfriend and other outcasts in school for ages. You grab him by his collar with one hand while the other is still balled into a fist, preparing to punch him once more. “Stay the fuck away from Eddie! Got it?” you threaten, tightening your grip on his collar. 

Jason nods in fright, he’s surprised and shaken up by the sudden change in your demeanor. You punched him really hard - he’ll definitely get a black eye. Jason wasn't the only one shocked, the rest of the students and your boyfriend was as well. Y/N Y/L/N the one who collects items that they find cute, who would never lay a finger on anyone and anything, who always has a smile on their face, could actually throw a punch and have rage in those pure eyes if someone really pushed their buttons.

You give him one last dirty look and stand back up, dusting off your clothes and getting your composure back. You turn to Eddie and help him up, “baby are you okay?” you ask. “Uh y-yeah I’m good. J-just my lip” he replies, still baffled with the scenes that unfold moments ago. You smile in relief and hold his hand, “my poor Eddie” you lightly pout.

“Let’s get you all patched up”.

You both leave. Jason and the rest staring at you, dumbfounded - still couldn't process what just happened.

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Eddie stares at you as you clean up the cut on his lip and the scratch from his elbow that he got when he fell down. “Do I have something on my face?” you ask as you continue dabbing the cotton ball on his lip. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.

He takes your hand and brushes his thumb over your bruised knuckles, “you hit that asshole hard” he replies. He places a soft kiss over them, he has fallen deeper in love with you. His heart full by you: your love, kindness, - merely just by your presence can fill his heart.

“He deserved it” 

You rummage through your glimmering bag as you look for your box of bandaids. You smile when you finally find it, you grab two different designs and show them to Eddie, “which one? the pink one with bows or the purple plain one?”. He puts a finger over his mouth, thinking of which one to pick.

“I’ll take the pink one, I like the bows” he say. You put down the purple bandaid and stick the bright pink one on the small scratch on his elbow.

“There all done”

“Thank you Y/N” 

You meet his mesmerizing puppy-like eyes and give him a quick kiss on his slightly chapped lips. “Anything for you. Honestly, I’ll gladly do it again if he hurts you”

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[andsheloved]

mr. & mrs. smith

pairing ~ loki x f!reader

summary ~ after a new member is introduced to the team, loki begins to imagine a life beyond the tower, not unlike many times before, but his daydream receives an interesting addition, you.

warnings ~ avengers(?) loki, (like living in avengers tower loki, cus that mess is my gosh darn favorite), so i suppose 2012 avengers era (what a classic! self-indulgent yes, but still, my freaking favorite), mentions of reader being a science gal but nothing in-depth, reader gets kind of sad, so angst? but like, happy ending so no worries, description of injury on a mission and patching up a not so nice injury, blood, kind of possessive loki, mostly fluff! let me know if i missed anything!

word count ~ 5.2k

a/n ~ i’ve had this sitting in my docs for forever, but, let me give quick rundown. okay so i freaking love this song and had always thought it was so adorable for loki, i also had some zemo thoughts, as well as bucky, so if you like this concept let me know! it’s so gosh darn cute, it’s obviously not required to listen to this song (mr and mrs smith from the tv show ‘smash!’), but do i recommend giving it a listen, HECK YES! this is primarily from loki’s pov because why not, kind of super ooc loki but again, what is fic if not denial persevering. i really love this concept so much, like wow, too cute, i’m thinking of doing some spooky things for spooky season (nothing too spooky though!), but feel free to hope in le ole ask box and let me know what you guys think/would like to see! requests are i guess(?) open! I know i haven’t been writing like, longer things, but i hope too soon! I hope you all enjoy!

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‘I’d gladly disappear if it might guarantee a view of, no one but mr., no one but mrs. smith, and you.’

Loki grumbled as his brother’s thunderous knocking pulled him from his sleep for the third time this morning. He knew there was a meeting, everyone had made sure to remind him all week,

‘Brother, you’re a part of the team! They want you there!’ Thor exclaimed, if Loki hadn’t had his strength, he was almost sure that with the force at which his brother had pulled him into his side, he would have broken a rib.

He attempted to escape Thor’s tirade of misplaced excitement to return to his room, only to be interrupted by another, albeit, a bit less enthusiastic.

‘Better yet, Steve wants you to be there, new recruits.’ Natasha commented, strolling into the kitchen

Like that was going to make him any more excited for this meeting.

He begrudgingly opened the door, “I’m awake.” He all but growled, his brother’s obnoxiously oafish smile faltering at the sight of his anger.

Why is he so enthused about this meeting? Loki thought. Usually, Thor was almost just as irked about the early morning meetings as him, almost. But today he seemed too excited, not just ‘Steve said the meeting will end early today’ excited, but an excitement Loki himself was all too familiar with, a rush he often felt when he had pulled off something particularly mischievous within the golden palace of his younger years. He squinted with suspicion at the realization. Was this all a trick? He scoffed at the thought, the beginning of some sort of ‘passive revenge’ plot for all he had done to them?

“Come, we’re already late,” Thor said softly, pulling Loki from his own spiraling thoughts

“Let’s get this over with” he replied, pushing past his brother, he couldn’t help but notice the smug look he wore, what did Thor know?

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Everyone came to a halt once the two entered the room, the already stuffy board room being filled with a tension Loki did not care for. Every seat was filled with the usual suspects, Clint leaving a seat open beside him for his brother, and as Thor apologized his way to his seat, Loki found himself content standing in the back corner, making a show as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Alright, now that we’re all here…” Steve smiled, looking across to Thor

What was going on? Should he just leave now? Before all the confetti and tar and jokes and endless nicknames and-

“I’d like to introduce one of our new recruits who’s going to be working with Bruce down at the lab”

Suddenly, you rose from your seat, it wasn’t a far journey to the Captain’s side, as you sat in the very first chair, how had he not noticed you?

Steve introduced you, looking around the room, Loki noticed the shy smiles and cocked eyebrows exchanged by the rest of the team.

“That’s me!” You softly interjected, receiving a flurry of good to have you’s and welcome to the team’s in response, though Loki couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

Is this why everyone was so excited? You?

As far as he could see, you were completely human, nothing out of the ordinary. Your smile, much too bright and wide and welcoming, just like every other Midgardian he had come across. Your hands twitched against your soft curves as you did your best to not to seem nervous, and that certain way your eyes glinted with a sort of excitement and hope he could only ever hope to feel one day, filled with a kind of passion for life that he had, until now, only read about in his mother’s fairy-tale storybooks, yes, completely average.

“I’m excited to work with all of you, and…” You sighed, what else could you say to this group of miraculous people without sounding so out of place? “... and thank you!”

He watched your eyebrows furrow, as if you were wincing at some terrible joke. He found himself wondering what your laugh would sound like.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys but I think it’s about time we give her a tour around!” Tony exclaimed, almost jumping out of his seat as he reached for you, rushing you out of the meeting room so quickly Loki barely had a moment to process what had occurred.

As the rest of the team trailed behind, he found himself still planted in his corner

“So, what do you think?”

Loki rolled his eyes, what was he to say? What did Thor want him to think? The rest of the team? Why was everyone watching him so closely today? Did they think he would hurt you? The very thought of that-

“She’s intriguing isn’t she?” Thor smiled, his eyebrows raised, as if he were trying to pull something out of Loki

“What would you like me to say, Thor?” Loki spat, why was everyone acting so especially strange today? “She’s completely... human.”

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It took a lot to catch the God of Mischief off guard, let alone frighten him, but it seemed you had done just that.

“I’m so, so sorry” you mumbled, frantically searching his body for any damages

“May I ask what you are checking for, exactly?” Loki replied, too confused by your rapid movements to think of pulling away from your touch, you had just caught him off guard is all, he was still very confused at what had even happened, if he simply had been more prepared then he wouldn’t be allowing you to fuss over him like this. Absolutely not.

“I fell into you pretty hard, I just want to make sure you’re okay…”

Did you really think you could hurt him? Did you not know?

“Oh, God… My first week…” he heard you whisper to yourself, shaking your head frantically

“I can assure you, I am perfectly fine” he laughed, how long had it been since he had done that?

He almost got whiplash from the speed at which you turned your head up to look at him, facing him with a brilliant smile

Had he been the cause of that?

Content with your examination, you casually slid your hand over his arm, just to make sure

How long had it been since he had felt that?

“Well if you ever need a check-up, you know where I’ll be!”

“Thank you…” He barely had any time to reply before you ran off to the lab once again, but as he called your name, he could have sworn he saw your steps falter for a moment, though you didn’t stop. He smirked to himself

‘She’s intriguing isn’t she?’

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He hadn’t seen you since, it had been a few days, and he, begrudgingly, felt himself begin to worry for you. How had the rest of your first week gone? How has everyone else been treating you?

He looked around the living area, hoping to see you reading a book on the couch, maybe even making yourself a cup of coffee or hot chocolate in the kitchen, yet he saw no sign of you. Everyone else was always there in the mornings, where were you?

Loki heard a deep chuckle from behind him, he didn’t need to turn around to discover who it was.

“Yes?” Loki questioned, it seemed that every soul in the tower was aware of some long-running joke except for him, and frankly, he was becoming weary of the knowing looks and mocking smiles that had been going around recently.

“You seem to be looking for someone…” Thor replied, a certain much-too-aware tone laced within his simple response.

Loki didn’t even have a moment to reply before his eyes landed on your soft form, bare feet tapping across the kitchen tile, closing your eyes slightly before throwing your arms above your head and stretching.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you. You carried such a peaceful aura as you journeyed throughout the chaos of the kitchen, instead of fighting with Clint or Sam over who got to use the coffee maker next, you just waited, quietly drumming your fingers against your mug of choice as you observed the rest of the team, smiling to yourself as you overheard the jokes of your teammates that didn’t require caffeine to be energetic in the morning.

What were you like in the morning when you were alone, before the lab? Before the Avengers? He could almost guarantee it was much less chaotic. Did you have something like Tony’s fancy coffee maker at your apartment? Or did you stop by a local coffee shop on your way to work? He could imagine you as someone who may have enjoyed a cup of tea more than anything, humming whatever song was currently stuck in your head as you poured the steaming water into two mugs.

He could imagine you on rainy days, standing by your window, smiling quietly at the sound of the rain, not unlike how you were now; calm and content, eyes shining with a silent joy at the thought of staying in all day. Were you frightened of thunderstorms? A sly smirk crept onto his lips at the thought, as silly as it was, he kind of hoped you were.

“Good morning”

He could imagine the softness of your voice in the morning, mixed with the slight scratch of a restful night.

“How’d you sleep?”

Except he wasn’t imagining it.

He looked to his side to find you, when had you snuck up on him? Your eyes wandered across the vast living area, scanning almost, like you were making sure every vase and TV remote was in its place, making sure Sam and Bucky didn’t kill each other, making mental notes to blow out any candles that were left unattended on the kitchen counter, making sure that everyone was safe.

“I slept…” He couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked him how he had slept. “... Well” he quickly responded, he hoped you couldn’t sense his lie, though you had done nothing to exhibit any sort of untrustworthiness, it seemed his heart wouldn’t allow for him to tell you the truth. He ached at the thought of adding on to your presumably already quite large stack of worries, but the selfish part of him wished he had told you, then maybe you would gasp and tell him your secret recipe for some sort of passed-down-from-generation-to-generation tea that had always helped you fall asleep as a child.

His eyes finally met your own, your warm, sleepy smile awakening a feeling within him that he chose not to name for the moment.

His own tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he spoke, “And yourself?” he asked, his brow furrowing at your heavy sigh.

“Just getting used to-” you waved your unoccupied hand around the room, almost slapping him in the process, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips, “All this…”

Loki couldn’t help but notice the hint of sadness that accompanied your reply, he wondered if you even liked it here at all, he agreed that living with the constant clashing of personalities that were your teammates could be overwhelming at times, but you seemed to coexist with them so gracefully.

He hummed in agreement, in truth, he didn’t think he could ever get used to ‘all this’, everyone, no matter how much he attempted to prove himself, still seemed to see him as the monster they first encountered him as, he winced at the thought that you may have initially became acquainted with him then as well.

A large clatter interrupted his thoughts, turning, he saw you shake your head disapprovingly, “Would you like to, maybe, join me in the lab?” you asked

“Thor! Can’t you just, shock it back to life or something?” Clint yelled

Loki shook his head, “absolutely.”

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Loki couldn’t recall how long you two had sat in the lab talking with each other, but enough time had passed that he started to become increasingly concerned with the thought of when Bruce would interrupt your time together.

Once he had gotten you to talk about yourself for a bit instead of just asking him questions, (though he had to admit, it pained him slightly to stop you from wanting to know more about him) he reveled in your intelligence, your ability to throw just as quickly as you were able to catch his own facetiousness, you seemed genuinely interested in his stories, and though he had told them all before, at the very least a thousand times, it suddenly seemed as if he were telling them for the very first time.

You laughed, throwing your head back as you carefully set your now empty mug on the metallic bench. “So you can just do that? With-”

“Magic.” Loki smugly replied, opening his hand, he revealed small fireworks appearing from his palm. If he had been an outsider during this moment, he maybe would have thought you had been hypnotized by him with the way you stared at the colorful bursts.

Your lips parted, a silent ‘wow’ slipping past as you continued to be mesmerized by his skill. “Who taught you all this…” you murmured, so quietly, that if he had been any further from you he wouldn’t have been able to hear you, when did he get so close to you?

“My mother, Frigga…” his smile softened as he closed his palm, “Queen of Asgard…” He sighed

“Tell me more about her”

He was struck with a combination of feelings he was unsure what to make of, the only thought he really understood at the moment was that he was suddenly compelled to cradle your face between his hands and thank you.

“... If that’s okay?”

He looked up at you, a shadow of concern shading your features, had you thought you offended him?

“She seemed amazing…”

You reminded him of her, she would have adored you.

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You two had fallen into a routine of sorts, Loki would wake up and venture into the kitchen, you would appear soon after to make whatever morning beverage that had struck your fancy that particular morning, then, the both of you would escape into the lab, Loki telling stories of his childhood as you cleaned up whatever was leftover from Bruce’s experiments.

What Loki began to live for though, was the moments when he found you deep in concentration, conducting an experiment of your own, your eyes squinting as you scribbled numbers down on your notepad beside you. He knew you were still listening to him though, throwing him an occasional smile or laugh. His proudest moments were when he made you lose your sharp focus, moments when you laughed so hard at his brother’s misfortune, you ended up having to clean up even more of a mess before you closed the lab for the day.

“Thanks” You smiled, frantically wiping up whatever fluids you had managed to spill across the floor

“Your secret’s safe with me” he winked

Loki felt so comfortable with you, he didn’t know how you did it. You never treated him like a prisoner, or ever talked to him as less than, or made him feel like nothing else but an accessory to his brother, around you, he was Loki, nothing more, nothing less.

Yes, nothing more.

He liked the person you seemed to pull from him when you were around, and it seemed that so did everyone else in the tower. Loki couldn’t tell if they were all experiencing the effects of being around you, or if Tony Stark was just genuinely being nicer to him.

“Loki” he heard Bruce grumble from the door

“Just helping your darling assistant!” he called from the floor, darling? He quickly gathered the rest of his paper towels and shot up, practically running from the trash can to the door, when did you become darling?

He had called other people darling, right? It was just a term of endearment. Mortals used it all the time with everyone! You weren’t special, not one bit, and he should absolutely not be this worried about you taking that the wrong way, you were kind and understanding, Loki was quite sure that you wouldn’t think twice about what he had said, just as he was quite sure he’d be thinking about it for the rest of the night.

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Loki wasn’t doing it on purpose, avoiding you, you had just become so busy and he would have hated to disturb you, but as he trudged into the board room once again, he couldn’t tell if he was looking forward to seeing you, or if it would just be easier to return to his room with his tail between his legs.

“Loki!”

He paused in his journey to the back corner of the room, scanning you, he noticed you didn’t hold even a hint of anger or disappointment in your gaze, but even more significant, was that you had saved him a seat. Loki tilted his head, questioning, were you really not mad at him? You hadn’t seen him for days, and yet it was like nothing had ever happened.

As he found his place beside you, you leaned into him, “I missed you” you whispered, quickly returning your eyes to Steve as he discussed the details of some upcoming mission he couldn’t bring himself to care about.

Loki was frozen in place, a strange warmth blooming within his chest, he smiled softly, leaning into your chair “I’ve missed you too” he replied, quickly sitting back in his chair, though he pretended to nod and seem interested in whatever words were being exchanged between the others, he found himself sneaking glances at you. Loki ignored the sly snickers from his teammates, he didn’t mind them, the sounds of stifled laughter no longer bothered him, for once, he was content with the knowledge of just one person caring for him, enough to miss him, the opinions of the rest of the Avengers no longer mattered to him. Until he heard your name,

“Welcome, officially, to the team”

What was that supposed to mean? She’s been doing her part ever since she-

“Nothing too dangerous, just an in-and-out deal” Tony added

No. They weren’t sending you on a mission, they couldn’t be. You belonged in the lab, here, with him. You worked so well with Bruce, you were doing such good work here at the tower? What had compelled them to send you out there?

Loki turned to look at you, a weary smile gracing your face, you were scared.

“Thanks, guys…” you softly replied,

“And where will I be?” All but tumbled from Loki’s lips before he could stop himself, he prayed to anyone who would listen that they would be including him on this one mission, maybe he could even convince them to send himself in your place.

“We’ll need someone to hold down the fort with Thor” Natasha replied, “It’s nothing any of us haven’t done before, she’ll be fine” she added

Was she trying to comfort him?

Before he could even think of what he was doing, his hand fell upon your thigh, his concerned eyes meeting yours.

“I’ll be fine” you smiled, “And I’ll be right back in the lab before you know it!”

He watched you reluctantly pull from your seat, head down as you followed the rest of the team back to their rooms to get packed, finding himself reeling once again as he sat in the room alone.

It wasn’t that he thought you would be torn to pieces on the field, he was more than sure you’d be able to hold your own alongside the rest of them, it was just that, he didn’t want you to. You belonged by the fogged windows of the tower when it began to storm, no, not the tower, maybe a cottage in the middle of nowhere, a kettle whistling in the kitchen. A kind smile lighting the dim room. A notepad readily available on the counter in preparation for any last-minute thoughts on any experiments,

“Good morning”

“Good morning my love.”

“How’d you sleep?”

He couldn’t remember the last time something had seemed so clear to him, you made it so easy to imagine a life beyond all this. You deserved a simpler life, a rush of anger flooded through him as he thought about how his teammates had robbed you of whatever life you had before intergalactic threats and monsters.

You deserved to be happy.

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It had been a week, one full week without you, and Loki had begun to feel more like the prisoner he first entered the tower as.

He couldn’t bring himself to even read, too caught up in thoughts of if you were doing okay, if you were safe, if you were taking care of yourself just as much as you took care of the others.

On days when you managed to shoot him a quick text, he found his stride felt a little lighter,

‘Still all in one piece! See you soon! :)’

‘Hope ur doing good, don’t let thor drive you too crazy before I get back!’

But those moments were too few and far between for his liking. He found his mind drifting during even the simplest of tasks, and unfortunately, Thor seemed to notice.

“I’m sure you have nothing to worry about! She’s more than proved herself to be just as fierce as the others!” His hand coming down to pat Loki on the back

Was it really that obvious?

“And what makes you think I’m truly that concerned?” He questioned, secretly hoping Thor would just tell him if his own face was really that telling in his affections for you.

Affections for you. Was that was this was?

Loki began to realize it may have been more than that.

Thor shot him a knowing glare, perhaps that was all that needed to be exchanged.

A dull murmur emerging from the hallway had both men turning their heads,

“You’ve returned!” Thor bellowed, his voice bouncing off the walls of the empty living quarters, “All in one piece, I hope?” he questioned as both brothers met with the rest of the team.

Quiet thanks were exchanged, all of them too tired to do any more than pat each other on the back and return to their quarters. He searched the group for you, his heart beating a bit faster as he noticed your absence.

“Where is she.”

The team stilled, no one daring to say a word,

“Where is she?...” He repeated, softer this time, he could have sworn he felt his eyes begin to water, but he tried not to dwell on it.

“The lab” Steve finally broke the deafening silence, “She got-”

Before anyone could tell him anything else, he was already rushing downstairs, she was safe, she was back, nothing had happened.

“Hey Loki”

He sighed, standing by the doorway, he took in the sight of you, eyes glistening in the dim light of the lamp on your desk, your hair slightly out of place, the shadow of dark circles a result of anxious, sleepless nights on the road. Your hands worked majestically over the gauze, wrapping it delicately around your upper thigh-

You had been hurt

A quiet gasp left his lips before he rushed over to you, his hands anxiously roaming your form as he did his best to suppress his panic. His heart ached when he finally glimpsed the crimson liquid that bloomed from under the dressing.

“Loki… I’m fine” feigning a weak smile, “I promise”

“You don’t look it.” He replied, shaking hands doing what they could as he took over in wrapping your leg. He shook his head, you shouldn’t have been there.

“Well, it was nice to feel like I was really a part of the team…”

Had he said that out loud? He looked back up at you, you were crying.

Before he knew it, his hands had moved to your cheeks, thumbs delicately whipping away tears as they spilled. You deserved to be happy, you deserved so much.

“You are” Loki replied softly, “Since the moment you were first introduced... I don’t know what they were thinking…” he trailed off, you were now sobbing, heaving breaths shaking your frame while he still cradled your face.

“I don’t know what I was thinking” you managed to sputter between cries, “I should have said no, I don’t belong out there”

And then you held him, your arms weaved their way around his waist, pulling him to you, tears already beginning to form a wet patch on his shirt.

Loki stood there, astounded for a moment, the pain in his chest from witnessing your distress dissipated. You were hurt, both physically and emotionally, and in your time of need, you reached for him. It seemed you were just as comfortable around him as he was around you, a small smile stretching onto his lips. He slowly wrapped his arms around your form, feeling you melt against him.

“You-” he found himself lost for words, how could he explain to you just how wonderful you were? Did you really not understand how much an impact you had on everyone? The impact you had on him? “You do belong here, there was never a glimmer of doubt in my mind that you didn’t”

Sniffling, you looked up at him, noticing he wasn’t even looking at you, it was as if you were witnessing a private conversation he was holding with himself, confessing something not meant for you. He continued, still staring across the lab.

“Though what I believe you don’t realize, is just how much you make others feel like they belong. How many years some of them wandered around the tower… So suspicious of each other”

Something in his tone told you he wasn’t just talking about Natasha and Bucky.

“You make everyone feel so… at home.” He looked down at you, “And that’s something I haven’t felt, in a-” he sighed, had he really ever felt that way? “I don’t know.”

“Sometimes it just feels so,” you shrugged “not like that” not like home.

What he would do to make you feel just as at home as you made him feel, and before he could protest, the words flew from his lips before he even had a moment to question them.

“It could” he muttered, “It could feel like home.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he resisted the urge to pull you back into him as you slid your arms back into your lap,

You were so, human, perfectly human. The way you cared so much, how even when you were in pain, you still entertained his ramblings, truthfully, he wasn’t used to someone giving him this much attention, and it was just so utterly human of you, it was just so, you.

“Loki?” You pressed, and he swore he could just die right then and be content, your hand had found its way onto his cheek, your thumb slowly tracing nonsensical patterns into his skin.

“The tower, if you would let me, I would do my absolute very best to make you feel like you were at home, before all this.”

“Loki, I don’t-”

“Or we could just leave” he quickly cut you off “Leave the tower entirely” he seemed to stand a bit straighter, a rush of confidence surging through him, “Pack your things and leave, I’ll leave a note and we can go anywhere you’d like, anywhere that you’d like to go, London, Amsterdam, we can go back to your apartment if you’d like” he was beginning to sound frantic as he pulled his face away from you, opting to grab your hands instead, “Anywhere…” he whispered, his wild eyes searching your face for an answer, he found himself blinking back tears, “I’d go anywhere with you.”

Loki took a deep breath, finally realizing what he had said, there was no way he didn’t just ruin everything, how could he be so selfish?

Then it was you comforting Loki as tears flowed freely down his cheeks, “I’d go anywhere with you” he repeated, barely above a whisper, “I’m so sorry” he attempted to collect himself before you pulled him out of his thoughts

“Loki, why are you sorry?” You laughed,

Why were you laughing? Had he really humiliated himself so horribly that you were laughing at him?

“I would go anywhere with you,”

He couldn’t have just heard you correctly.

“But we don’t have to leave the tower” you seemed so unsure of yourself, were you crying again? “Loki,” you took a deep breath, as if you were steadying yourself before continuing “you make this” you gestured aimlessly around the lab, “you make all of this feel like home.”

He couldn’t contain himself anymore, the feelings he had felt around you finally had a name, and he now understood why everyone had seemed to be keeping a secret from him. It was you. The knowing looks his brother had exchanged with the others during your first meeting, the stifled snickers as Loki barely held himself from protesting you joining them on the mission, everyone knew.

‘She’s intriguing isn’t she’

He didn’t know if he was angry or thankful, had they recruited you just for him? Were you only hired to be nothing more than a babysitter for him? He remembered the nerves that radiated from you during your first introduction. Or had they just known that he would fall for you eventually? Your brilliant smile and sharp intelligence had to have struck them just as much as they struck him initially, was Thor to blame for all this? Was this his plan all along?

He couldn’t tell if it was fear or gratitude he felt at the realization, though he was too preoccupied to give it any more thought when his lips found yours in an instant, and just as quickly you two had settled into your morning routine, this felt just as comfortable, just as right.

“So,” Loki said breathlessly, placing his forehead against yours, “Where to?”

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“Good morning” you grumbled from your pillow, sighing contently, there were no early meetings today, nothing to do, no urgent matters to attend to, you could stay in for as long as you’d like. A sleepy smile crept its way onto your face, a little slice of normalcy for a change.

“Good morning my love” Loki replied, wrapping his arm just a bit tighter around your waist

“I’m not going anywhere you know?” He barely left you an inch of wiggle room, only squeezing you closer to him as you attempted to slide out from his hold on you, not that you actually wanted to be anywhere else.

One day, he would take you away from all this, he would talk to Stark and Rogers before, he knew how you’d worry if they didn’t know where you were. He had often dreamed about life outside of the tower, though he never could have foreseen the white picket fence and perfectly trimmed yard that now plagued his daydreams, in truth, he never could have foreseen you at all, yet here you were, staring up at him with every ounce of love you had in your body. He promised himself that you would never have to worry about anything again, at least nothing like what he found you worried about now. Before, when he had imagined you dancing around the kitchen, humming off-key as you poured the both of you a cup of tea, it had seemed a bit like a distant dream, like a memory from his childhood he could barely recall, but now, lying beside you, it didn’t seem so far off, like his dream was just barely out of reach, but as he listened to your quiet breathing, feeling your warmth against his chest, he realized something, it was all right here.

‘Nothing can beat the view, for as far as the eye can see there’s, no one but mr., no one but mrs., smith, and me.’

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Angel deserves the world I hurt her so much.

Karl seems like the type of person to walk in meetings with Injury, I feel like for Miranda "family" she has meetings weekly or at least every couple weeks, and game nights ARE I thing

So Karl walking in the meeting with a really Baad shoulder injury and cuts along his face (one of his experiments gone wrong)

Alicna teasing him he can't even get there withouts being a mess,

Jet glaring slightly like what the heck he looks like he's losing alot of blood alicna

(angel and Karl are not dating this is probably right after he saw her wings for the first time, the reason why the experimental went wrong was because he was so distracted thinking about her, his new realization he loves her, and all the issues that could cause)) Angel walking over gently looking at him concerned only her hood down so he can see her beautiful face he says "I'm fine angel, no need to dote on me, a little Injury won't do me no harm" she still sat in front of him with a clean alcohol drenched cloth he insisted"angel. No I can handle it!" She looking down not wanting to upset him but really cannot bare him being injured,

(angel literally never asks for anything she still a truamtic thing)

she looks up at him. Worry in her eyes, it hurts, she's normal always smiling, was she really that worried over me. "Sorry angel, I. Didn't mean to yell at ya, " apologize came hard for Karl but.. looking at her face made it much easier, she signed "can I help? Or can you patch it up please? ....." He sighed and let her. She was so gently but the alcohol still felt like hell. her gently wiping his face, patching him up with such care, then moved on to his shoulder that had a hole in it,gently removing his ripped jacket. (stopping herself from hugging it it smelt like him, she doesn't think she deserves that comfort and the jacket isn't hers, in her head) gently moving his shirt hair etc and patching him up, before sewing up the hole, and then the hole in his jacket, passing him his jacket, Karl only then realized he was staring at HER the entire time not what she was doing, she could have drugged him and he wouldn't have noticed, why did she have to be so gentle?

Jet watching the two, knowing how bad Karl has if for his sister, I'f it where anyone else Karl would have killed them for even going near him or mentioning it, and the sorry? Icing on the cake,

Alicna actually also toke notice, with how gently Karl looked at her, and how less agreesive he seemed to be, he was really gentle with her for being the Brutis man she knows he is,

Donna, Angie and the fish dude, creating ship names already.

Miranda watching carefully at angels knowledge, and how Karl seemed....less stressed. Angel was always caring towards everyone, but. Something WAS there for Karl. She felt something, just like when she protected him. She cares deeper for him, ....angel didn't still have a place to stay, maybe for now Miranda could have her stay with Karl, help them a little,

Aaaa, they are so cute omg! I like how Karl tries to play it tough but fails. I also like how obvious his affection for Angel is, and it's so cute to see this man be gentle and apologize.

Also, fish dude lmao, i loved that.

Donna, Angie and the fish dude are having a little gossip group, and they gather at Donna's house every Friday to talk about the latest news in the village. Sometimes Miranda and Alcina's daughters join too.

[honeybunnybeez]

IF ITS ALRIGHT CAN YOU DO A PART 2 OF KISS IT BETTER THAT WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVED IT

Love me sweeter

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Part 2 of, Kiss it better. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity still cling onto that promise of yours for a lunch date and more kisses. However, you certainly didn't expect it to go this way at all. You certainly aren't complaining though.

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (Y/N)!

Sapnap: Babe, give it a rest, they're probably busy.

Karl: Wait, let me try.

Quackity: If they didn't respond to me what makes you think they'd respond to you?

Sapnap: He's got you there, Karl.

Karl: Watch this.

Karl: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yes, Karl my beloved?

Sapnap: What the heck!?

Quackity: (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

You can't help but laugh as they accuse you of favouritism, jokingly arguing amongst themselves about it. You had just finished patching up Sam after another recent burn injury and were currently putting away your bandages and empty potion bottles. Taking out your clock real quick, you panic a little seeing that it was already 11:30, you haven't even gathered the ingredients for lunch you promised them yet.

"I really should stop talking about the kids to Sam when I'm in a rush," you mumble to yourself, knowing full well that you aren't going to stick to what you said.

Once everything is placed back where it should be you finally check your communicator again.

Quackity: (y/n), come oooon, don't ignore us again.

Karl: You ignored me as well :(

Sapnap: (y/n), it's importaaant.

(Y/n): Alright, alright, I'm back on.

(Y/n): You guys are so needy

Karl: I thought you loved that about us?

(Y/n): Not when I'm working, sweetheart.

You couldn't hear it (of course you couldn't, you lived pretty far away from them after all), but Karl was currently giggling like a mad man while Sapnap and Quackity playfully argued with him once again.

"Seriously!? You get the pet name too?

"Karl Jacobs, is there some sort of trick to wooing them that you aren't telling us?"

"I'm just adorable, you two," and his fiances couldn't even deny that. Instead of continuing to 'fight' over it, they huddle closer to Karl with fake pouts on their faces, eyes glued back onto their communicators.

(Y/n): Anyways, any reason why you three were blowing up my phone?

Karl: Don't cook lunch.

You hate how instantly you sighed in relief at that message-

Quackity: And wear something nice that you don't mind getting destroyed!

Sapnap: In case our little picnic trip goes south :P

(Y/n): A picnic?

Karl: Yeah, something romantic!

(Y/n): You three are pretty serious about this date, huh?

Sapnap: Of course we are, you didn't think we were kidding did you?

You feel yourself getting embarrassed as you read Sapnap's message over again. You genuinely did think this was more of a friendly date than a romantic one, and could anyone blame you? The three of them have always been rather physically affectionate with you, so you had always assumed that the feelings you all shared were simply platonic. You're glad to be proven wrong of course but still, you feel your heart race as you realized that they meant business.

Quackity: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yup, yup, still here, sorry, I was just eyeing a creeper from across my home.

Sapnap: Everything safe?

(Y/n): Yup, the fucker got taken out by a skeleton, anyways!

(Y/n): When are you guys coming over?

Karl: 1:30 sound good to you?

(Y/n): Perfect, I'll see you fella's soon

Sapnap: ♡!!!

Karl: ♡! :D

Quackity: ♡ ;)

A sudden knock on your door almost makes the cookie you were holding in your mouth drop to the floor as you let out a startled gasp. Thankfully, you catch it in time and yell out that you'd be at the door in a moment. Grabbing the container of cookies you managed to bake thanks to some leftover dough from days before, you make your way over to your front door quickly, throwing it open with much more enthusiasm than you were hoping to show.

"Surprise!" Karl happily exclaims while giving you a giant hug. You can't help but giggle and hug him back tightly as well. Over his shoulder you see Sapnap carrying a basket while Quackity carries a blanket. They give you excited smiles paired with a little wave, something you can't help but return.

When Karl pulls away, you can see him giggling nervously and flushing a little red, rubbing the back of his neck while he does so.

"Sorry, got a little excited there."

You tell him with a smile that it's fine and take a step back to admire all three of them in their clean clothes and neat hair. It's pretty rare to catch all three of them looking like this, especially Sapnap.

"Taking in how handsome we look?" Sapnap can't help but joke.

"Nah, more like how this is the first time you three have visited me without looking like a bunch of stray cats." A chorus yell of, "Hey!" causes a breath of laughter to escape your lips.

"We'll try to be on our best behavior," Quackity tries to reassure.

Karl isn't having it though and adds in a, "The keyword being try, (y/n)," causing Quackity to lightly punch his arm.

You roll your eyes, knowing that by the end of today they'll probably need quick patch ups anyways, but hey, that just means they'll be spending more time with you.

"Alright, alright, enough talking! Let's get going before the sun sets," taking one of your free hands, Sapnap is quick to take ahold of it and start walking you to the direction of their little picnic site. Along the way, Karl had taken your cookie container to hold your other hand while Quackity linked arms with Sapnap's free arm. They wouldn't let go of you or one another for the entire trip and the feeling gave you butterflies as you felt incredibly included and tended to.

The area was quite a walk away from the rest of society, you had to go through quite the trip before finally arriving. However, the trip was certainly worth it as you four finally arrived at a lovely, almost impossibly serene area deep in a forest biome. Under a specific oak tree they had lead you to, you can see torches lit up with flowers decorating the small area around it. You can't help but hide your face as you feel yourself growing impossibly flustered by the incredibly simple but cheesy setting.

"It isn't much, but we thought it would be nice to do something cute," Sapnap explains sheepishly. "Since this is our first date together and all."

"Do you like it?" Quackity asks, looking at you hopefully.

"I-I, I love it a lot," you say, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking. The words lay on the tip of your tongue as you hesitate to say it, but after peaking through your fingers a little and seeing the lovestruck expression they send your way, you can't help but let your confession slip past your lips, "I love you guys a whole lot too..."

At your confession, the three of them are quick to drop what they were holding to the side and pull you in for a tight hug. They giggle as they watch you press your hands closer to your face, kissing the top of you head and telling you how adorable they think you are.

"You have no idea how relieved we are to hear that, (y/n)," Karl confesses.

"I thought my heart was going to drop onto the floor when I heard it," Sapnap can't help but add with a chuckle.

"Does this mean we can steal all the kisses we want from you now, (y/n)?" Quackity asks, pressing one more kiss against your temple.

Slowly, you start to lower your hands away from your face, looking into the eyes of the three men smiling down on you with huge grins stuck on their faces.

"Like all of us not dating ever stopped you guys from stealing them before," you quietly sass back, causing the three of them to start kissing you more and more until you're squealing with laughter.

Well, sure they did steal countless of kisses from you before you four were an item but now things were different. You were theirs just as much as they were yours, and that just made the kisses and cuddles all the more sweeter.

A/N: Hhh, I'm so glad some of you guys enjoyed my little KarlNapIty blurb! I really hope this lives up to the first one but I'm not very confident in it if I'm being honest ^^'. I genuinely love this pair with all my heart and writing for them is lowkey an addiction XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

[andilovetowrite]

Controlled Freakiness (P.P x Reader)

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

This can be read as a continuation of Initial Shyness, or as a stand-alone.

Summary: Confessions are cute, right? Especially when you have been waiting for years to say it out loud. But what happens when the initial shyness wears off? And we all know Peter isn’t as innocent as he seems ;)

Warnings: Mention of blood and knives. Also some suggestiveness and making out. Nothing too graphic though. A couple of bad words here and there as well.

Word Count: 3.4k

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If someone told you that one day, you and Peter Parker would be caught making out in your bedroom, you would’ve laughed at them. But...as it turns out, they wouldn’t have been too wrong about that.

Let’s go back to about five months ago, on the rooftop of Peter’s apartment, where he had met you with a bouquet of red roses and an even redder face …

5 months ago

“Why-why would yo-is this-u” you tried to speak, with little success. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment, so you just stared at the flowers in Peter’s hands.

“I-uh really, um like you Y/N. Like more than an a-a friend. And much more than a best friend. I know yo-you may not like me back, but I couldn’t keep it in any longer-”

You know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking. But you couldn’t hear any other word come out of his mouth because otherwise, you would’ve melted. So you did the next best thing. You kissed him. Hard.

His words got caught in his throat as his lips met yours. And for a second, you were worried you went too far, pulling back. But as soon as he felt you doing that, his hands went to your hair, pulling you flush against him, kissing you back with fervour.

You wish you could’ve stopped time. Right there. During a beautiful sunset, on the roof surrounded by rose petals, and with Peter in your arms. And in your mouth. But sadly, you needed air to breathe, so you pulled away, probably looking like a fish straight out of the water. Opening your eyes, you could see Peter’s face. His pupils were dilated, and his entire face was a pink hue. His lips were plump and red but pulled up in a lovesick smile.

You knew you had the same expression on your face. Smiling softly, you looked at Peter, and at the same time, you both said.

“I really like you.”

“I really like you.”

Anyway, so that was probably one of the highlights of your day, but possibly one of the happiest days in your dad’s life. His little apprentice/almost son kissed and confessed to his only daughter. It couldn’t have worked out better. No boy would ever be good enough for you, and no ordinary girl would be good enough for Peter. So naturally, he was thrilled to hear that you two were now a couple.

And that’s why you wished he didn’t have to be the first one to walk in on you and Peter. So that brought you to the infamous Saturday that was now known as the Satisfying Saturday...

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Friday, 8:00 pm, Avenger’s Compound

“Hey Y/N”, Peter called out, walking through the open window. His Spidey suit was cut loose in different places, and the minute he stepped in, his mask disappeared, showing his tired and bruised face.

“What the heck Pete?”, you shouted, jumping up from your bed. “What happened? How did I not get an alert?”

Peter looked down sheepishly, which then made you realise that he was still standing on the roof.

“Peter! Get down, and tell me what happened?!” You pointed down sternly, letting him jump on the floor, wincing as he hit his leg. Running to the first aid kit you kept in your room for times like these, you picked up some hydrogen peroxide and cotton pads, letting Peter sit down on your bed.

“So, tell me, Peter? What was it this time? You asked, dabbing the disinfectant on his face first. He flinched as you pressed it, hissing softly as the pad made contact with his skin. Shushing softly, you focused on cleaning his wounds, moving your thumb over them to soothe them.

“Y/N, you know, it wasn’t as bad-”

“Really Pete? You are bleeding like a fire hydrant. Why didn’t Karen update my dad or the tower? Or me?”

“Yeah um, about that, I disabled the Careless Boyfriend command”, he said, looking at you expectantly. You scratched your head, scoffing.

“It was a great device! Plus, who do you think makes the suits with Mr Stark?” Leaning back, you grabbed some antiseptic cream, putting it over his face. “So, you still have to tell me whose ass to kick when I go out on patrol..”

“Actually, it was-”

“Wait, let me guess...old lady with a ferocious cat, both of whom thought you were a creepy Comic-Con freak!” Laughing slightly at the pout on his face, you pressed the tiny spider on his chest, watching as the suit untightened, falling from his body effortlessly. Now, usually, his abs and glowing skin would distract you for a bit, but it was different this time. Dark red blood oozed out from deep cuts on his abdomen, falling on the bed around him. Your eyes widened as they roamed over his injuries.

“Peter! Wha- what did they use? A normal knife wouldn’t cut you like this!” Peter’s face scrunched up in pain as he remembered it, but seeing the look on your face, he grabbed your hand, nodding at you.

“It-it’s fine Y/N. Um, actually, they were using some suspicious-looking gadgets, so yo-you have to tell Mr Stark about it so-”

“No Pete, I mean, I’ll tell dad about this, but first I gotta get you to the infirmary. Holy crap…” you rambled, pulling his suit off.

“Baby, if you wanted my clothes off, you could have just said”, Peter said, smirking at you. Hitting his arm, you glared at him playfully.

“Watch it Parker. I could leave you here!”, you said, throwing the suit into the wash, mentally reminding yourself to make him a more durable suit. Grabbing him, you made him hobble out of your room. In the light of the tower, you can see how fagged out he was looking.

“Hey princes- what the heck happened to you Peter?!”, you dad asked, walking over to the two of you. Taking some of Peter’s weight, he called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y, asking her to call the nearest medics. “How did this happen, Pete?”

“Well, I think it wassss-”, Peter began, but slumped down after a couple of seconds, falling in your arms.

“Dad! What do I do?”

“It’s fine, he’ll be okay, lets just get him to the clinic, um- Steve! Help us out with Spiderboy here”

Carrying him, you got him to the doctors, watching as his wounds already started to patch themselves up. Metal gadgets ran over his body as your dad spoke to the head medic, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“What happened to him?”, you asked. It wasn’t the worst Peter had seen, but you had never seen him pass out before due to a cut.

“Um, so we are detecting some slight substances in his bloodstream, but we are working on removing it.”

“What substances?”, Tony asked, inhaling sharply.

“We aren’t sure yet, but the results should come in about a day.”, the doctor said, looking back at Peter, “As for Spiderman, he should take a couple days off.” He then looked at you. ���Did Peter say anything at all about the weapons?”

You shook your head, thinking back. “Nothing much, except for that they were looking suspicious. Maybe the team can go and track back where Peter was patrolling, you know? To see if they can catch the guys who hurt him?”

Tony nodded, as he went back to the living room, probably to call all the Avengers. Trailing after him, you ran to get your suit, but was stopped halfway. “Hey, Tiny Stark, why don’t you stay with Spiderboy. To make sure he is fine?” Natasha asked, glancing at Tony as he slightly nodded his head.

“But you might need help?”

“We’ll be fine. Plus, if these are as dangerous as Peter said, then we wouldn’t want you getting injured. Best you stay here” Dejectedly saying yes, you bid them goodbye.

“Oh, and have fun with the kid. He is pretty hot, and I know you can hit that”, Nat said, winking at you.

Smiling shakily, you stepped back, watching as they left the tower, leaving only you and Peter back.

Fast forward to about 3 long hours later, Peter finally woke up, looking much better. “Y/N? What happened, where’s Mr-”

“Gone out to track down those guys, and they won’t be back till tomorrow”, you said, glancing at your comms. “Said that they were following them to the base”

Peter nodded, looking drowsy. “Can-can I please get some food?”

Smiling at him, you quickly checked if he was ready to be discharged before you got him up. A bit unsteady on his feet, Peter followed you to the living room, falling on the couch. “Whatcha want Pete? A sandwich, or some pasta?”

“Popcorn...caramel please.”

You laughed, grabbing some from the cupboard marked Movie Nights. “Really? You need protein!” Peter didn’t say anything, instead of looking at you with his famous puppy eyes as he pouted. “Fine fine! You win”

Smiling at you, he opened his arms. Hesitantly, you crawled into them, making sure not to apply pressure on his stomach. Times like these were rare. Sure, you and Peter were a couple, but PDA was little at the towers and you two were some of the shyest people when it came to displaying affection in front of people. So you relished times like these when you could just be close to Peter.

“So Peter, what movi-”

*Snore*

*Snore*

Amused, you peered back at him, your heart-melting when you saw Peter fast asleep, his arms wrapped around you and his head lolled back against the cushions. Shrugging to yourself, you quietly switched off the lights, getting up carefully, but almost immediately being pulled back.

“Petey, I gotta get up”, you whispered softly.

“Nuh uh, nope”, he said, his chocolate brown eyes sleepily staring at you, “stay here”

So you stayed. And it was one of the best nights of sleep you had ever had. Little did you know though, tomorrow would be one of the most interesting days of your life.

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“Good morning Y/N Stark and Peter Parker. I just wanted to inform you that the furniture replacement dudes are on their way up. For Mr Parker’s identity to be kept secret, I would advise you to make your way to the individual rooms or the medbay.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s automated voice floated through the air, waking you up.

Peter began stirring lightly from under you, making you sit up. His light brown curls sat on his forehead, falling into his eyes. He started mumbling words under his breath as he sat up, rubbing his eyes roughly.

“Ugh drool”, he muttered, wiping his mouth.

Leaning towards him, you brushed his hair out of his face. “Well, good morning to you too Mr Parker”

“Ms Stark, good morning”, Peter said, pulling you into his arms once more. Smiling, you hoped he wouldn’t see your face, as you push your face onto the couch. Pulling back just enough to see him, you leaned down to brush your lips against his, softly at first. Peter sighed into your mouth, and met back up with fevor, his hands tangling themselves in your hair. You could’ve stayed there, but Peter let go, his head still leaning against yours.

“As much as I would love to spend the rest of my day like this, w-we have to get up”, you said, hearing the guys come up the elevator, “like right now Peter!”

Jumping up, you both ran, laughing at F.R.I.D.A.Y as she tried to slow down the elevator without breaking it. “Oh and by the way, how did F.R.I.D.A.Y. learn to say, dudes?”

“Who do you think works with Mr Stark on Friday?”, Peter asked, referring to what you said yesterday to him. Which made you remember his wound.

“How’s your stomach?”, you asked, wanting to pull his shirt up and find out, but way too awkward to do it.

“It’s perfectly fine. Kinda bruised by the feels of it, but the cuts have gone..”, he said, walking back to your room. “When’s the team heading back?”

“Uh, I’m not sure actually, let me just-”, you said, calling Tony up. “Hey Dad, how’s the mission? Find anything yet?”

“Oh, hey sweetheart, uh, can’t talk right now”, Tony grunted as gunshots were heard from behind him, “but we’ll be home by tonight. How’s ugh, um Peter?”

“Oh yeah, Peter’s fine. We’ll probably just watch some movies or something. Do you need anything? Food, rations, help?”

“Esteemed Daughter, who are you talking to? I’m Iron Man, I don’t need any helppppp”, your dad yelled as the sound of metal was his before the line got cut. Peter looked at you with wide eyes, his face shocked.

“Will Mr Stark be okay?”

“Yeah, he will...probably. Nat will call in a bit anyway, so let’s just wait”, you said, jumping on your bed. Patting the place next to you, you watched as Peter shed his shirt, walking over to your bed in his grey sweatpants. Inhaling sharply, you pushed away any thoughts that were coming into your mind as Peter laid down, his arm going around you as he kissed your cheek.

God, you wish he would kiss you somewhere else.

Shaking your head, you asked, “So, which movie should we watch?”

“Um, how about...Hunger Games?”, he asked, slyly grinning at you. Damn him, he knew it was your favourite “nerd” movie. Nodding at him with a grin, you switched it on, falling back onto Peter as the movie started.

Sadly, you weren’t able to focus on the movie too much. Because you were too focused on your boyfriend next to you. Due to the fact that he was an Avenger like you, the timings for the two of you were cramped. With college, and patrolling, there were very different lifestyles the two of you led. As best friends you used to be inseparable but as a couple? Oh, it was a completely different story.

Whenever you two were alone, someone would always interrupt you. Whether it was May at Peter’s place or Ned at school, there was not a single minute the two of you could just hang out. So naturally, you two hadn’t gone to second base. Or even 1.5th place. But today, with the tower absolutely empty, you couldn’t say that your mind didn’t wander. And the clip of Katniss and Peeta making on the screen didn’t help either. So you said something you weren’t too happy about…

“Peter, I wanna jump your bones right now”

“Wha-uh, huh? Y-you wanna do wh-um, jump m-my bones...Uh, I don’t- uh what?!” Peter stuttered, his face bright red. But you were too far down that lane so you just nodded.

“Yeah dude” Peter didn’t say anything again, his eyes glassing over as he stared at you. “Fine...but couldIkissyouabitmorethanusualplease?”

“Uh ye-yeah, if if you want to?”, Peter said, his face flushed pink as he stared at you, adoration in his eyes. Smiling at him with what you hoped with an “I-wanna-make-out-with-you” look, you moved next to him, your face hovering about his. Kissing him lightly at first, it grew deep as Peter grunted softly under you, capturing your lips between his teeth. Suddenly, he grabbed you, pulling you down under him. Now he was the one over you, and when your hand went to his hair, he let out the softest of sounds. But you heard it...and god did it get a reaction out of you.

Now, if you were in your right mind, you would go and put a sock in the door, or tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to disable the elevator to your level. But you were too preoccupied with a certain someone to even bother about that. That is how this entire whole thing started.

Coming back to you and Peter making on your bed, your legs were thrown over his waist as he pulled you to him, your back hovering off the bed. Oh, the joys of having a superhero boyfriend. Anyway, just as he was about to leave your lips to trail kisses down your neck...the door opened.

You didn’t hear the door open though. What you did hear was the multitude of voices, and your dad’s one the loudest.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!”

You couldn’t blame him. It did look bad. With Peter not wearing his shirt and his back bare, it looked like he wasn’t wearing any clothes since our lower bodies were under your cover. Peter also covered you the minute he heard your dad’s voice, which further implied that you both were very very naked.

“DAD!”

“MR STARK!”

You stared at your dad, noticing now that the entire team was standing outside the door, their breaths held and eyes peering. “It-it’s not what it looks like! I promise…”

“Peter, get the hell out of my daughter”, your dad said calmly, his eyes looking everywhere else but at us.

“Dad, he isn’t i-in me. Look!”, you said, pulling the cover’s off you two to show your very covered legs.

“Fine, at least I won’t become a grandfather tonight. But why were you on my daughter Mr Parker?”

Poor Peter, he looked like he was about to faint. “Uh, Mr Stark w-we were just um, hugging? Tightly-”

“With what? Your mouths?”, Sam called out, laughing with Bucky.

“Not now Sam!” you yelled, shooting them a glare.

“Now, I don’t care what you do...but don’t you dare touch my daughter in a harmful way. Got it Parker?”

“Y-yes Mr St-Stark. I won’t, I love your daughter t-too much”

Looking at Peter, your eyes filled with love as you hugged him, kissing him softly. “Aw, I love you too Pete...even if you tried to fuck me right now!”

“WHAT?!”

“Kidding kidding. Anyway, let’s get outta here...please!”

Tony scoffed, turning around but then glanced at Peter. “Take care of your “little” problem before you come downstairs, Peter.”

“Huh? Oh…”, Peter said, hurriedly covering up himself. Giggling, you tried to go closer but were pulled back by your dad.

“Nuh-uh. He’s gonna take care of it. By. Him. Self.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked out, winking at Peter before you walked out. Catching up with the rest of the group, they all grinned at you, making you worried. “What?”, you asked, backing away slightly.

“I think we can all call this day a…”

“Satisfying Saturday!”, they all yelled out, with Natasha bumping shoulders with you and Steve shaking his head behind her.

You sighed, copying Steve. “This isn’t gonna go away, is it?”

“Nope”, Thor said, laughing loudly.

And it didn’t. But thank god they only caught you making out. The next time Peter and you were caught, it was much much worse. But that’s a story for another time.

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Ooh, that was the longest fic I’ve ever written, but boy, was it a fun one to write. Thanks so much for reading it, and if you liked this one, you can be added to the Taglist for the Caught By Them series. My requests are also open if you have any ideas, but if not, then see you next time!

BTW: Spent about 20 min trying to figure out the type of disinfectant used to treat stab wounds. That’s 20 minutes I’ll never get back, but if I ever do get into a fight, at least I’ll know what treatment to use…

Tagging some people from my last series in case they would enjoy this one :)

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[archived-kin]

arcade date with levi (with a twist)

note from kin: the twist is that, rather than just meeting up and going to an arcade for a date, you and levi are actually characters from two different games in the arcade that come to life at night and go on cute romantic hijinks together! (wreck-it-ralph au essentially)

you, simeon, and luke are from a battle game, levi and his brothers are from a side scrolling platformer, solomon is the tutorial dude in an experimental alchemy game, diavolo is the owner of the arcade, and barbatos is the janitor! your character’s costume is basically the same as caesar’s from jojo’s bizarre adventure, and you’re kind of the pseudo-leader of your game’s characters

fandom: obey me!

character(s): gn!reader, leviathan, luke, simeon, lucifer, solomon

pairing(s): levi/reader

warning(s): guns, non-descriptive injury

genre: fluff

“Lights out!”

You cheer and hop out of your character selection box, stretching out your cramped limbs, then sitting down with a huff. Beside you, Simeon falls out onto the floor in a tangled heap of cape.

“Thank goodness,” He sighs, turning around and lying flat on his back. “Is it just me, or were our patrons picking me far more than usual today…?”

Luke carefully slides out of his own box, landing neatly on his feet with a little flourish. “Yeah, normally [Name]’s the crowd favourite…”

“It’s all those new promotional posters, I bet,” You hum, pulling off your headband and fanning yourself with one hand. “Seems like Diavolo’s really been pushing the angel series lately.”

“I wouldn’t call it a series,” Simeon says, chuckling slightly as he undoes his fancy cape. “There’s only two of us, after all.”

“Well, you’re the only ones out of us who actually have a theme between them,” says another one of your fellow fighters, taking off his hat and twirling it around a finger. “Anyway - [Name], shouldn’t you be going off to meet that loverboy of yours soon?”

“Oh, right!” You jump to your feet, dusting off your pants. Then you pause, raising your hands to pat at your face. “Wait, do my triangles look okay?”

“Your triangles look fine,” Simeon sighs, reaching over and tapping fondly at the little patches of paint on your cheek. “They always do.”

“Alright!” You adjust your scarf and throw the ends over your shoulder, tying your headband around your wrist. “I’ll be off, then! You guys know the drill, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, boss,” calls one of the younger fighters, hunched over in front of his box and scratching restlessly at the tip of his nose. “Not like we haven’t been doing it every day.”

“Don’t get cheeky,” You scold, but give his pompadour an affectionate pat on your way past anyway. It feels almost concerningly solid beneath your touch. “I’ll be back before morning!”

Your fellow fighters give a collective murmur of assent that’s abruptly cut off as you open the network door and hop into a wire. You’ve gone on this path so many times that it’s practically muscle memory at this point - six sections ahead, then to the left twice, a right at the purple junction, and then another four sections forwards.

The Tale of the Seven Lords’s network door is already open when you jump out of the wire, and the first thing you see when you poke your head in is Lucifer polishing one of the transport tubes used to get between levels. He’s discarded the fancy coat that he has to wear all the time as part of his character costume, and you don’t blame him - you couldn’t imagine even just running for five minutes or so with that one, let alone jumping about and punching at things for about fifteen minutes at a time, often longer.

“Lovely evening, Lucifer,” You greet brightly. He pauses in his work for a moment, then turns to look at you.

You’ve never gotten the feeling that he particularly likes you, but you’ve been trying your best to stay on his good side - after all, one must need the eldest’s blessing to date one of their younger brother. And your efforts must have paid off, too, because the corner of his mouth actually lifts slightly when he sees you grinning at him around the side of the door.

“[Name],” He says with a nod. “Levi’s up on Level Six.”

“Right!” You skip inside and shut the door behind you. “Good day?”

“About as good as it can get, I suppose,” He sighs, and you silently cheer. Willing small talk - that’s progress! “Most of our players for today picked either Belphie or Satan, so I got to take a break of sorts.”

You’ll never understand why some of characters in this arcade dislike actually being played so much - after all, isn’t that your entire purpose? Still, if Lucifer’s happy about not being picked, you’ll be happy for him as well. “That’s good!”

���Indeed,” He says, allowing a rare proper smile. He pulls back from the transport tube. “Up you go, then. Levi’s been restless all day - excited, no doubt.”

“He’s so cute,” You coo, adjusting your headband around your wrist to make sure it doesn’t slip off. “We go on dates all the time, but he’s still just as enthusiastic every time.”

“As Asmo likes to say, I suppose that each date should be just as exciting as the first,” Lucifer says evenly as you hop up into the transport tube, taking care not to get the freshly-polished metal grubby. “At any rate… Levi seems to be happy. So I suppose you must be doing something right.”

“What a wonder, right?” You reply with a laugh, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. “I’ll have him back before first light. Promise.”

“If you say so,” He says dryly, and stands back as the transport tube sends you up.

Just as Lucifer said, Levi is bustling about on Level Six, accompanied by Belphie, who’s having a whale of a time snoozing on one of the platforms and letting his brother do all the work restocking the power-up bricks. Levi abruptly straightens up as soon as you pop out of the transport tube, as if he can sense your presence immediately, and turns to see you waving happily up at him.

His face immediately lights up, and he hops down from the brick he’s standing on with a goofy jump sound effect, landing beside you with a slightly wobbly grin. Slightly out of breath, he greets, “Hi.”

“Hi,” You repeat back to him, kissing his cheek. From up on his platform, Belphie makes an exaggerated retching noise.

Levi absent-mindedly chucks an inactive supersize star behind him at the sound, and it hits Belphie directly in the forehead with a high-pitched ping, sending him toppling backwards off the platform. Luckily, fall damage isn’t programmed into this game, so he lands on his back with nothing but his pride hurt.

“Ready to go?” You ask, disregarding the rather thunderous-looking brother behind your partner. Levi nods eagerly.

“Yeah! Belphie can take the rest of my bricks. He’s barely done anything so far.”

“It’s not my fault so many people picked me today,” Belphie groans, getting up and catching the rest of the power-ups that Levi tosses his way. “I’m tired…”

“You’re always tired,” Levi replies, shaking his head. “Get Beel to do it if you’re so desperate to sleep.”

“Maybe I will,” is Belphie’s final retort before you and Levi disappear back down the transport tube.

Passing Lucifer at Level One again, the two of you slip out through the network door and hop into the wires. Your destination today is the Suspect Sorceror’s abode - one of your regular date spots, and one of your particular favourites.

Despite the fact that the two of you see each other pretty much every day as soon as it’s lights out, there’s always a fresh kind of thrill to the prospect of spending time with Levi, no matter how much you do. It’s kind of like your heart grows wings every time you’re around him - you can’t help but feel all light and fluttery inside.

You’ve never felt this way about anyone - heck, you didn’t even know it was possible for you to feel like this! Every character in this arcade is programmed with a set personality that’s simply impossible to break away from. In some cases, some characters are reduced to such one-dimensional traits that they can only ever respond to anything with one of a predictable and very limited number of possible reactions.

Incidentally, your code has established you as a rather boisterous and confident person who doesn’t always think before they punch, while Levi’s has always dictated him as rather self-conscious and insecure, but passionate about his interests. Neither of you have ever been programmed with anything close to the sort of AI that would be required for you to develop your own feelings separate of your codes - and yet, somehow, you have.

You’ve never pretended to understand your own existence. You’ve not very smart, after all; where your programmers gave you excellent fighting spirit and leadership skills and an unwavering sense of determined justice, they seem to have forgotten to give you very many brain cells. Even so, you’re fully aware of the impossibility of the nature of yours and Levi’s relationship.

Still, your philosophy has always been that worrying about the little things never benefits anyone in the long run. Well, this might not be a little thing, but if there’s anything you’re good at, it’s goofing off to avoid getting too dismal.

You hop out of the wire as soon you’ve reach your destination, landing neatly on your feet with your arms spread wide in a rather flamboyant flourish. Levi scrambles to follow suit, but loses his balance on his way out and immediately starts heading directly for the floor; you quickly dart forward and catch him by the arms.

Levi’s panicked eyes dart up to meet your own, and before you’re even fully aware of what you’re doing, you deftly lift him into the air and give him a smooth twirl, then set him on solid ground once more. His knees immediately nearly give out beneath him, and you have to reach forward to catch him again before he takes a tumble.

“Wh-wh-wh—” Levi’s entire face is a bright, burning red. You’re pretty sure you can actually see smoke coming out of his ears. “You— huh?”

It’s just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen; you can’t help but lean forward to plant a kiss on the very tip of his nose. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to have been the right move, because Levi immediately goes stock still, then abruptly slaps his hands to his face.

“You alright?” You ask, crouching down with him as he slowly sinks down to the ground, practically steaming. You can’t help but laugh, feeling a little bad for flustering him so much. “Caught you off-guard, huh? Sorry.”

Levi shakes his head silently, then finally pulls his hands away from his face. His blush has calmed somewhat - it had been so aggressive that it almost looked like a rash before, but now it’s more of a sort of reddish dust - and he’s looking you in the eyes again.

“Y-y-you can’t just do stuff like that out of nowhere,” He says finally, leaning forward and dropping his forehead on your shoulder. “I have to prepare myself first…”

“Aw, that’s no fun,” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and rock him back and forth slightly. “You'll get used to it eventually!”

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” He mumbles into the sleeve of your jacket, though you do notice that he’s deliberately pressing himself closer to you. “Well, you would if I had a heart.”

“You’re so cute,” You chuckle, pressing another kiss to the crown of his head. “C’mon, we’ve still got a date to finish!”

You give Levi another five minutes or so to get his face back to its usual colour and calm himself down, and he’s pretty much back to normal by the time the two of you step hand-in-hand into Solomon’s little alchemy hut - you with a wide grin on your face and him with a slightly shaky smile. Unfortunately, it seems that date night isn’t going to be going smoothly today, because Solomon is currently being held at gun-point by a character you’ve never seen before.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” crows the strange little man, brandishing one of his two revolvers in yours and Levi’s direction. You instinctively step in front of your partner, steeling your fists in case you need to fight. “Two lovebirds, is it?”

“Evening,” Solomon greets, not looking in the least bit fazed by the barrel he’s currently staring down.

“Who's this?” You ask in reply.

Solomon sighs and leans forward on his counter, ignoring the threatening click of the gun that the little man has pointed at him. “He’s from that shoot-em-up game a couple consoles down. No idea why he’s decided to show up here.”

You wrinkle your nose, reaching behind you to give Levi a reassuring tap on the arm before stepping forward. The little man watches you cautiously, keeping one gun carefully trained directly on your head.

“Your bullets aren’t going to work on me,” You say matter-of-factly. “I haven’t been programmed to take damage when a bullet hits me.”

“Won’t work on you, eh?” He raises an eyebrow. “How about your beau over there?”

You narrow your eyes. “He isn’t any of your business.”

Of course, you know full well that Levi’s game features projectiles that he certainly takes damage from, and while you don’t know if that extends to bullets from this man’s guns, you don’t want to risk it. You, on the other hand, have only ever taken damage from the punches and kicks your fellow fighters throw at you - or the beams of light Simeon and Luke shoot for their respective ultimates.

The man grins, and you note that he’s missing one of his front teeth. “So you won’t mind if I just fire a little bit at him—”

Your arm shoots forward before you even fully register it, and the man careens backwards with a cry as your fist lands directly in his face. The gun he’d been raising to point at Levi clatters to the floor and lets out a shot into one of the walls; Solomon winces.

“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” You scowl, striding forward and planting a foot on the little man’s stomach. He struggles under your boot’s heel, cursing. “First you spoil our date, and now you’re threatening my partner. You’re really starting to piss me off.”

“If you’re going to start a fight, take it outside,” Solomon intervenes, shaking his head. “I’ve got far too many glass bottles in here to risk letting you have a battle in here.”

“Doesn’t matter where I fight as long as I get a good punch in,” You smirk, folding your arms across your chest slightly and glaring down at the man as he scrabbles at your boot, attempting to wrench it off of him. “So, what’ll it be? Either you get your guns and scram, or we can brawl right here and now.”

The man responds by reaching to grab the gun he’d been aiming at Solomon earlier and firing a shot at your face. You jerk back in surprise, foot lifting, and he immediately scrambles out from beneath your foot, pointing up at you with a gleeful laugh.

“See how you like that!” He exclaims. “Not so cocky now, huh?”

You slowly reach up to press your fingers to where the bullet struck you, directly in the forehead. Solomon raises an eyebrow, while Levi calls out your name frantically, stepping forward with his hands outstretched.

You shake your head as the man laughs, holding up a hand to stop Levi. “Stay there. I’ve got this under control.”

“Huh?” The man’s grin fades as you pass your hand over the hole, only for it to be gone when your hand moves away. “What the—?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” You ask, looming over him as he frantically attempts to back away. He gulps, fumbling with his gun, but before he can try to fire another round, you knock the gun out of his hand with a swift punch. “Your bullets don’t work on me, pal.”

He turns as if to run, but your leg immediately darts out to trip him, and he tumbles forward onto the boards of Solomon’s hut with a muffled yell. This time you plant your foot directly on his neck, setting a single hand on your hip.

“I’m only going to say this once,” You begin, staring him dead in the eyes. “So listen up - got it?”

The man attempts to protest, but your heel only presses harder into his throat, and he has no choice but to give his gurgled assent. You smile, but it’s a menacing expression.

“This game is under my protection,” You say firmly. “You don’t come in here and start threatening to shoot up the place - and you most definitely don’t point the gun at my partner. Got it?”

He gurgles again. You nod in satisfaction. “Then we’re all in understanding here. Now scram.”

You lift your foot, and he immediately fumbles to get to his feet. You stay on your toes, prepared for him to attempt to go for his guns again, but he only gives you one last terrified look before turning and booking it out the door, tail between his legs.

You stare after him at the swinging door. The hut is silent for a moment more.

Finally, Levi says, eyes wide, “I think that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

[vampthropologist]

Ultimate Luck 🍀 Nagito Komaeda

Here’s my Nagito HC design! Full details under cut because I wrote a LOT

EDIT: I forgot to add that he’s autistic

HC Details/Additions:

Intersex- Partial Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome (basically mostly feminine body with undeveloped masculine reproductive system and a feminine reproductive system coexisting)

Raised female, but transitioned as young teen. Has not had too surgery, has a small chest and no dysphoria about them but might get it just out of convenience.

Genderfluid transmasc (neoboy usually)

Gay

Ectomorph - Meaning he is extremely lean with little muscle mass. He could eat as much as he wants but his body struggles keeping the wait. It doesn’t help that he simply doesn’t eat that much, to the point of sometimes only eating once a day (Much to everyone’s dismay)

Small chest, slightly larger hips and butt, little muscle, and sickly skinny

Can‘t catch a tan to save his life, but also doesn’t sunburn very easily. He might get some freckles though! They just fade when he’s not outside constantly.

Has asthma, though it’s not as bad as it could be because he took immunotherapy as a kid which helped with allergies. He forgets his inhaler a lot.

Autistic- He stims with his hands a lot, and rubs his patches (different textures). He also verbally stims, but he masks that most. In my opinion, most of his existing personality already aligns with someone with autism, but I won’t go into detail. (Also yes I am projecting with this diagnosis a tad bit but I do not care)

He’s the same height, just wears platform boots on top of that so he’s taller now.

Dry, fluffy, curly hair- He might have ringlets if it wasn’t so dry and sick. It gets bleached by the sun on top of the sickness so it’s extra pale. He probably bleached it at some point just for the heck of it. Point is, he has hair damage

Peircings- Right eyebrow, multiple on ears, used to have nose and bellybutton piercings

Eyes- there‘s no definite pupil how I drew them. This doesnt mean he has eye problems, though I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s to show he has a carefree look most of the time. He also has pale eyes too, which means they are sensitive to light and he would wear sunglasses if he cared about his eye health. Also he wears eyeliner, though it’s nothing special, just a wing or outline. He has under eye bags, whether they’re from his allergies (asthma) or lack of sleep is a mystery.

Injuries- he hurts himself often, so he has a lot of bandages. Usually he has bandages on his fingers, even though he might only have scabs. He doesn’t want to pick the scabs, and he thinks they look cute. The bandage on his neck is from a burn and the one on his nose is a cut. He also has messed up cuticles from biting his nails when younger a lot (another reason for bandaging them).

Hands- bandages from injuries, nail polish (he likes to paint them different colors, and when he starts biting his nails again he puts the bad tasting one on to stop himself, also his nails are very chipped), rings, usually up and in motion to emphasize his speech (he talks with his hands). He also writes reminders on his hands or arm sometimes. He’s ambidextrous.

Jewlery- various necklaces, bracelets, and rings from his travels. He has a belt chain and collects cute charms too. He also has a dog tag with his name on it, though a small corner broke off. He has clover and skull charms, some cuter ribbons and animal shapes (notably a dog one that he doesn’t take out too often) and an intersex charm for pride. He collects bangles, pearls, beads, kandi, and any type of chain or bracelet he can get his hands on. He also has rings on his fingers when they don’t have bandages, usually simpler bands and no stones. He has a ring from his parents on the same chain as his dog tag, but that’s one of the only ones he owns with stones. He wears a choker, and has a belt chain instead of a wallet chain.

Clothing- it’s the same, but the jacket and pants are more ripped up. His sleeves aren’t ripped either, but he has patches on his jacket and pants now. He especially likes the clover one on his right knee. He has patches from his travels as souvenirs, like locations, concerts, or shapes that symbolize something to him.

Shoes- They’re calf-high platforms with chunky bottoms. Lace-ups with scuff marks, but Special because he doodles on them when he gets bored (a lot of things about talents and hope on them, but also daily reminders for himself).

[beetlegoose01]

Frostbite (Casetello)

AN: do these two have a ship name? Caseytello? eh whatever it’s casey x donnie and they’re gay

special thanks to cal for reading this for me and saying i should post it <3

There were quite a lot of things Casey Jones loved. Hockey, pizza, riding his motorcycle, video games, beating the crap out of his opponents. Normal teenage stuff. Lately he had been doing the latter, ever since he and April officially joined the 'Unofficial Turtles Team' , helping alongside the teen mutants on patrol. Goofing off with Mikey and Raph were the highlights, but he couldn't deny spending extra time with April was also a benefit. Even if they barely got a single word out- too busy fighting off random mutants scattering the city, it was still nice.

But what wasn't nice, downright unpleasant about patrol...was Donatello. There was an unspoken, mutual loathing that the pair shared that even quick glances at each other led to glaring and arguing. Leaving them together in the same room was never a good idea. Casey hasn't understood why the purple genius was so hostile towards him at first. But the reasons became obvious the first time he caught him staring helplessly at April, fumbling his words and blushing profusely. Not that Casey didn't feel similarly, heck, that was the problem. Both were attracted to April. Obviously Casey had the upper hand, being human. A turtle and a human girl in a relationship was built for disaster.

But their hatred didn't stop there. It wasn't just about April.  Eventually, everything about Donatello annoyed him. His whiny voice, his love for using complicated words to sound superior, soon every little thing bugged him.

Things were easier if the two stayed as far apart as possible.

Of course, fate seemed to work in mysterious ways.

It was starting to get late, the moonlight illuminating the sky. The group stopped on a rooftop, perched by the edge. Leo halted them silently, then turned around.

"Why'd you stop, Fearless?" Raph asked.

"I think we should split up. We'll cover more ground. If you see any sign of trouble, use your T-Phones." said Leo.

"No way dudes!" Mikey squeaked. "I saw this scary movie last night where the team split up! And then..." He paused for dramatic effect. "They all got taken out one by one. Starting with the cute funny one!" He trembled, hiding behind Donnie, who rolled his eyes.

Raph smirked, always prepared for a sassy remark. "Which means, you'll be just fine since you're neither of those."

"Hey!"

"And you'll be in pairs." Leo crossed his arms. "I've got it all planned out. Raph and April. Mikey and me."

"Mikey and I." Donnie corrected under his breath. Casey fought the urge to whack the smart aleck turtle with his hockey stick.

Leo ignored him. "Donnie and Casey-"

Casey involuntary let out a loud groan. Just his luck.

Leo narrowed his blue eyes, unamused. "Something wrong, Jones?"

"Er..." His eyes darted to Donatello, who seemed stoic, but equally frustrated with this predicament. On one hand, he wanted to argue and beg to be with literally anyone else. On the other, he didn't want to deal with the leader in blue getting annoyed with him.  "Nah Leo, that's fine by me. Right, D?"

Donnie huffed. "Yeah, that's alright."

"I think this will be good for you both." April grinned.

"Of course, April." Donnie agreed.

"No problem at all." Casey smiled through gritted teeth. When she turned away, they both shared an equally menacing glare.

"I knew I could count on you two." April smiled softly, though even she didn't look entirely convinced.

This was going to be a long night.

~•~

Turns out, Casey had underestimated the scrawny (ugh, svelte) turtle. In what Donnie lacked in muscle, he gained with his speed, mobility and of course, his mind. It was practically impossible to keep up once Donatello had leaped from the first building, tumbling and landing with ease, while Casey was coughing his lungs out as he ran desperately after the brainy terrapin.

"Okay, now you're just showing off." He panted irritably, nearly collapsing once he finally caught up with him.

"Are you coming or not?" Donnie gave his trademark gap tooth grin as he turned, slowing down.

"I am! You're just moving too fast!" Casey complained. "I thought turtles were supposed to be slow! I didn't even have time to get my grappling hook."

Donnie shrugged, ending the conversation with one simple movement.

They walked side by side, neither wanting to say anything. They both knew it would only end in arguing.

"Can I just say-" Casey started.

"No, you can't."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Exactly."

"Listen, Gap Tooth, I don't like this either!" He flicked a stone off the roof with his shoe. "But we have to ..." He swallowed. "work together, right?"

Donnie said nothing. He looked deep in thought.

"Is it because of April? Because it's not my fault she...y'know likes me more."

At the mention of April, Donnie turned away, eyes flashed with hurt, which only filled Casey with that annoying feeling of guilt.

"It isn't about her."

"Alright." Silence. "Sorry, let's just-" He cleared his throat. "Let's just work together, we don't need to be friends. Just get through the mission. After that, we can go back to hating each other."

"That was...surprisingly mature, Jones. Glad we can agree on something." Donnie quipped. "And for once, you're right. This mission is more important than our petty squabbles. No matter how insufferable you may be."

"Now you're just making up words."

Donnie fought the urge to roll his eyes. "So, that's two more hours of this."

Casey scoffed, but couldn't help but chuckle. Quietly of course. Last thing he wanted was for Donnie to think he was actually amusing.

"So...deal?"

"Deal." Donnie said, then added: "Cave Mouth." Which made Casey shove him lightly.

For a brief moment, they seemed to share a mutual understanding. The silence that followed wasn't awkward or forced, it was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as they could possibly be.

Donnie paused, startled by something. Lifting his bō carefully, he tried to follow whatever the sound was.

"What the-" Casey raised an eyebrow.

"Shh!" He hissed. "Do you hear that?"

"No?" Casey scrunched his nose, listening closely. It sounded like a...buzzing noise? Like a fly or mosquito. Irritating, but not dangerous. "Chill Don, it's just a bug or something."

"No, listen!" The turtle looked frantic and alert.

The buzzing became louder. Then, it was followed by the sound of snapping wood. Deliberate and exact. Casey gulped, taking his own weapon.

A massive shadow flew over their heads and landed in front of them. Donnie yelped in surprise, stumbling forward.

"Ah, shell." He swore, lifting his head to face the hideous insectoid mutant with acid green eyes. Scumbug spread his deformed wings, antenayes raised, prepared to strike.

"Well, I was right. That definitely is a bug. Scumbug! Wicked! This'll be fun!" Casey sneered.

"Which makes no sense, considering stag beetles aren't even bugs! They're insects!" Donnie spun his staff like a propeller, hitting the mutant face on.

"Not the time!" Casey tackled Scumbug, who roared, jostling him aside like a ragdoll. He smacked the floor with a sickening thud, directly on his arm. He fought back a scream of agony.  "Do you- gah- seriously have to be such a know it all, all the time?" He looked at his arm, which currently looked seriously messed up.

Donnie looked affronted. "I am not a know it all!"

"Yes you are!" Another whack of his trusty hockey stick, followed by a knock to the ground, face first. He wiped his mouth from the metallic taste of blood.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you- Donnie, look out!" Casey shrieked, sounding less manly than he intended.

Scumbug, now furious, had efficiently used his enemies' bickering to his advantage. Before he could turn around, a spider web twirled from its appendages binding Donatello to the ground, who kicked and struggled furiously.

The mutant now crouched over the captured turtle, prepared to strike with his signature acid spit.

"Hang on, D! Casey Jones is here to save the day! GOONGALA!" He bellowed, racing towards Scumbug and latching onto him like a demented parasite. It was hardly the most graceful of moves, but it distracted him briefly.

He raised his hockey stick, poking him hard in the eye in an attempt to gouge them. Eyes were sensitive- he remembered Splinter telling him that.

With the extra time, Donnie reached for his bō, ripping the web apart with the extended naginata blade.

Scumbug, now looking more disheveled and horrifically disfigured than normal, retreated blindly into the misty air.

"I didn't need your help." Donnie said bitterly.

"Aw, is that any way to say thank you?" Casey retorted. "I just saved your shell." He poked his plastron roughly. "I think I deserve a little appreciation for my heroism."

"I had it handled."

"Did you? Because you looked just about ready to be eaten by Scumbug."

Donatello scowled, moving closer. "And he got away. So your heroism didn't exactly work, did it?"

"Would you rather have acid stuck to your face?" Casey growled. "You'd look even freakier than you do now. Next time you're a little 'turtle in distress' don't expect me to come save your-"

"I didn't need saving." Their foreheads pressed together, any moment ready to face each other on.

Casey gritted his teeth. "Sure, whatever you say. I didn't help because I actually cared about you or anything."

"Then why did you?" Donnie snapped, pulling away. "You could have left me."

"Because I- you- argh!" Casey felt his temper rising. "Because I'm not a monster, alright? We're a team, and we help each other. That's the deal." He wiped his chapped lips again, the disgusting taste of blood still lingering. He winced, clutching his arm.

"I can patch you up at the lair." Donnie said softly. "It just looks sprained."

"Mm." Casey grumbled, still pissed. Stubbornness was taking over any injury he had. He'd rather have his arm stay at this awkward angle than admit he was hurt in front of his rival. "I'll just wrap it up at home. I'll be fine."

Donnie sighed, raising his palm to his face. "Don't be so stubborn, I can help you."

Casey didn't look convinced.

"To repay the favor?" His warm brown eyes looked surprisingly sincere. "You did help me, after all. I'd probably be toast if you didn't."

Casey snorted. "You got that right."

A beat. Donnie looked unsure, as if he wanted to say something else. But whatever it was, it was holding him back.

"So...we should go back to the lair then?" Casey suggested, easing the awkwardness.

"Huh? Yes, of course. Totally. " Donnie nodded. "Naturally."

"Alright then."

"Jones?"

Casey turned, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say...thanks."

"Hey, no problem. But don't tell anyone I saved your ass."

"Deal."

~•~

Casey never expected to be sitting in Donnie's lab table, in between Timothy the blob-organ filled mutant and several bunsen burners, but life tended to be weird that way. He also didn’t expect to be pouting on said table like he was at some freaky doctor’s office. The rest of the team returned shortly after them, and seemed surprised that Donnie was actually willing to fix Casey's arm- and not begrudgingly.

Donnie returned with a first aid kit, setting it on the table. He hummed a familiar tune to himself, as if to fill the empty air of any more awkwardness.

"I've seen these before." Casey said, poking the bunsen burner tap, immediately then swatted away by Donatello. "At my school's science lab."

Donnie nodded, rolling up Casey's sleeve to examine his bare arm. Casey flinched, not comfortable with the random act of touching. "Hey don't!"

"Do you want your arm fixed or not?"

"...yeah."

"Then let me work my magic."

Casey frowned, staring at the bottle the turtle was holding. "Your magic looks like antibiotics and advil."

Donnie's lip twitched.

After his arm was treated somewhat, Donnie wrapped him up gently with a clean bandage. The slow movement made his heart race increase every time Donnie's fingertips brushed his arm, but he ignored it.

Don't be weird, Jones.

"That should be good. Don't put any pressure on it." said Donnie, passing him the advil. "And take this, it'll soothe the pain."

Casey pretended to look offended. "Here I thought you were gonna kiss it better."

Donnie rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Don't push it, Jones. We aren't there yet."

Casey laughed. "Yet. Thanks for fixin' my arm, D. You...aren't so bad, I guess. But let's go back to hating each other, alright?"

Donnie smirked. "Whatever you say."

[a-libra-writes]

Being the Camp Doctor for the RDR2 Gang

added two characters no one asked for you cant stop me. still tryna get the hang of these guys!

In this imagine, you’ll be fixin up: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch van Der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Sadie Adler, Micah Bell, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Tilly Jackson, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Karen Jones, Flaco Hernandez, Mr. Horley

ARTHUR MORGAN

Arthur is grateful and appreciative of you, really! He just isn’t always comfortable going to you for help. He figures he shouldn’t bother you and he should fix his own mess, but all it takes is a stern look for him to sigh and agree to let you have a look. He gets hot under the collar when you lean in so close and touch him so kindly, so he’d really be itching for some small talk on your part. He feels like whenever he starts it, he says weird things, and his train of thought starts leaving the station when he catches a whiff of your perfume.

The whole experience gives him a mess of emotions, especially if you look after him while he’s sick (he ain’t the best patient) but Arthur can’t imagine going to anyone else when he’s hurt. He just likes your gentle touch too much. To repay you in his own way, he’ll bring any medicines and herbs he finds. Heck, you could give him a grocery list of things you need and he’ll come right back with all of it.

JOHN MARSTON

John can’t go a week without hurting himself in some way, but he’s the type to get up, wipe the blood off and ignore it. Or just forget about it - so many times you’ve scolded him for coming to you only when an infection is setting in. It became a joke with the gang that John would mysteriously go missing anytime you went looking for him. You’d have to sneak up on him and pounce, sweetly asking why he’s never mentioned the fingers he broke a week ago. At least when he’s sick, he can’t go anywhere, so he has no choice but to sit and let you check up on him. The attention embarrasses him to no end so thank god for the excuse that the fever is making him red.

However, things were a little different after the wolf attack. You stitched him up neatly, and he was so tired, he let you fuss. You did him a serious favor, he thought, and he felt like he sorta owed you. John wasn’t sure what he’d do to make it up to you, but he could at least sit through your check-ups in the coming weeks, even if they got him feeling all sorts of things.

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE

He doesn't kid himself about what a valuable asset you are to the gang. He’s damn lucky he found you, and luckier that you agreed to work with him. Dutch is loud about telling people to go see you and ensures the medicine cart has what it needs, or everyone is in trouble. He likes to flatter you, both about how appreciated you are and how excellent your skills are. Both points are true, but he mostly does it because you’re cute and he wants to be on your good side. Even if you’re a capable shooter, he’d rather you stay in camp where you’re safe and not in the middle of danger. He’s very stubborn about this.

Dutch rarely gets himself hurt or sick, but he’ll still see you so he has a chance to be fussed over. Obviously, he won’t do it in front of everyone - he’d rather you treat any wounds he gets in his tent. He’s just needy like that and he enjoys watching your nimble hands mix this or stitch that. He might hang around the medicine cart while you treat others to watch you work … and discourage anyone else from flirting.

HOSEA MATTHEWS

Like Dutch, Hosea appreciates you and knows you’re an important part of the gang. He’ll be the one nagging others to see you when they’re hurt and sick and telling them to be still and let you work. You’ve helped him many a time as well, except not just with injuries. When he began to develop his cough, you noticed right away and asked him to try all sorts of comforting teas you put together. He told you not to fuss over him, but he couldn’t refuse something you worked so hard on … and they’re delicious. He has no idea how you made leaf water so appealing. 

On a side-note, Hosea likes watching you read your medical books because you have such an interesting expression when you study them. You’ll write notes in the margins and there’s probably a dozen bookmarks in it, it makes him proud in a strange way, like you’re working this hard to help others. He likes to sit next to you and see which chapter you’re working on this time.

SADIE ADLER

You were the one who helped her after she was brought to Colter, and she was in a daze through most of it. Once the group was off the mountain, she stayed close to your medicine wagon, appreciating your calm presence. Sadie finally thanked you then, since you seemed different than the others. She didn’t have much interest in medicine, but helping you was better than dealing with Pearson. Crushing herbs and cutting bandages helped keep her mind off things, and gradually you two began to talk and get to know each other better.

Later when she joined in on the gang’s jobs, she was often visiting you, only half-listening to your warnings to be more careful. Since she helped make your medicines, she knows what ingredients you need, so to make up for her recklessness she’ll often bring you supplies. When you fix her up, she takes good care of the wound so you don’t have to fuss with it later.

MICAH BELL

Even though Micah knew how skilled you were, he never visited you. He’s not the type to seek help even if his insides are melting. He claims he never gets sick and he wouldn’t be so stupid as to get himself shot up - though not two weeks later, you spent an hour digging a bullet out of him. He drank through most of it to avoid showing how painful it was, but your stitches were quick and neat, and they didn’t bother him much. You kept checking up on him too, and you were glad he was taking care of the stitches. Micah wasn’t doing anything, really, he just knew it was stupid to mess with them (your compliment was nice, though).

When you removed them, you were happy that everything healed so well. You kept touching his arm and moving it, he finally had to pull it away because the realization that he hadn’t made anyone that pleased in a while was uncomfortable. After that, seeing you so close to the other men as you helped them tended to get him antsy. He still won’t go to you of his own violation when he’s hurt or sick; he hopes you’ll notice and go to him with that worried look on your face.

CHARLES SMITH

For many years he’s had to take care of himself, no matter if he was hurt or sick. He does … a decent job, but not great, he’ll admit. So when he joined the gang, he was grateful there was someone like you around. Charles appreciates your neat stitches and how careful and considerate you are. When he came down with a small cold, you were right there with some medicine you made, even if he was still new. That sort of consideration just really gives him a pleasant, happy feeling, so he’s more than glad to help you out. Just give him a list of herbs you need, he insists on it. He’ll get some sinew and bone for you to make needles and thread out of, too. 

Charles likes to hang out when you’re making your own medicines and ointments. He recalls his mother doing something similar, so it’s very interesting to him. If you wouldn’t mind, he’d like to know how you do it, and how you know what to use. Also, when one of your patients is being difficult, he’s the one to walk over and tell them to behave.

BILL WILLIAMSON

He wants to be the “tough guy” and brush off any injury, even if it really hurts, and he doesn’t want to admit when he’s feeling like death ... But the thing is, you’re nice. Sweet, even, and you have pretty hands and you’re so caring. You worry about him, so he feels rotten for not taking care of himself and going to see you. You check up on him too, make sure everything is healing alright, and it always gets him red-faced and nervous. There’s definitely been a few awkward but well-intended compliments. 

Probably because of his crush, he’s a very good patient when he’s sick. He hates feeling that awful so he’ll do whatever you say to get better. Everyone’s very amused at how obedient Bill has suddenly become, since before you showed up he’d just be a pain in the ass. Bill has no idea how to repay you, so he’ll bring you things that he thinks are useful, like some questionable bottles he thought were legitimate medicine.

JAVIER ESCUELLA

Javier likes to stop by your cart for silly things like a “broken heart”, just so he can chat with you and hang around. He appreciates your skills and compassion; he’s sure most of these guys would’ve bled out if you weren’t there, and he tells you so. While Javier played the tough guy in his adulthood and pretended he was fine, sitting with you brings back memories of when he was a kid and getting patched up by his ma. Watching your fingers move so expertly and carefully impresses him, and your compassion at how he’s feeling gets him all fluttery. 

He loves that sort of nurturing nature, so he’s an extra obedient patient for you and does his best to look after the injuries you fixed up. And while Javier normally hates people seeing him when he’s snotty and sick, he loves how you take care of him. He doesn’t even hide how pleased he is with your bedside manner. 

SEAN MACGUIRE

No surprise, Sean acts tough when he gets the stuffing beat out of him, pretending it doesn’t hurt even as he wobbles. He’ll go to your medicine cart because you must want to chat, not because he’s convinced he broke a rib and he has half a mind to ask if they grow back (he often asks you stupid “medical” questions). He’s his usual big-headed flirty self as you treat him, flavored with plenty of jokes and occasional yelps from pain. So many times Sean has had to go back to you because he accidentally opened his stitches or sprained his wrist again. Hey, he gets to see you again, so it’s not that bad. 

Actually, you rarely have to check up on Sean because he likes hanging around your cart even when he’s feeling fine and has other things he should be doing. When he’s actually recovering from something, be it wound or sickness, he trails you like a puppy, asking you to take another look just in case. When he’s totally wasted he’ll steal this legit-looking snake oil and very proudly presents it to you before staggering off somewhere.

LENNY SUMMERS

Lenny is reasonable, he sees no shame in visiting you when he’s needing to be patched up or feeling under the weather. He hates feeling sick so he’s on point with taking the medicine you give him. And honestly … being treated by you, especially for colds and stuff, gets him a little case of the feelings. It reminds him of being back home, taking some remedy his mama put together to help a sore throat or bad cough. You often noticed this sentimental look on his face whenever you made him something.

He’s very interested in the whole process, so sometimes he accompanies you as you gather herbs or make medicine and asks you how it works. Eventually Lenny starts helping you out and being something of an assistant, although patching up bullet wounds and stitching skin makes him a bit queasy. He thinks your medical books are beyond cool and likes to read them, even if the information can be a bit dense. When he’s out he likes to search for similar books and hopes they’re useful to you.

KIERAN DUFFY

You were the one who treated the wounds he received when he was captured - the gang was willing to just leave them be, but Kieran overheard you arguing that you weren’t about to leave a man bleeding all over the place. You sounded tough and he flinched when you showed up with the needle, but once you started patching him up he was in awe of how gentle and careful you were. You kept asking if it hurt, and for the next few days you’d come by with medicine to make sure everything was healing alright. Kieran had never had such kind attention like that since… Well, he couldn’t remember. 

Afterward he knew he had to thank you somehow. His theoretical leash was still short, but he could look after the horses that pulled your cart. You realized how knowledgeable he was, so while you taught him about medicine for people, he’d teach you things about helping your horses. It goes without saying he grins like a dork whenever you thank him for it.

TILLY JACKSON

She’s not the sort to be squeamish around blood, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be assigned to stitching up the boys when they get themselves in foolish situations. The good side is Tilly enjoys spending time with you, since you both are usually too busy with different things to chat. So when it’s her turn to be your assistant, she takes full advantage, catching you up with what’s been going on. If you’re more introverted she has all sorts of fun gossip, if you’re more outgoing she’ll encourage you to go on jobs with her and the girls, or just have fun with them. She’s also usually the one washing the blood out of your bandages before you disinfect them, so you have her to thank for that.

Tilly likes helping you gather ingredients to make medicine. Something about it just tickles her, like you know some secret that no one else does. She’s the biggest fan of your teas because nothing else helps her get through a headache, and if that wasn’t already a reason to like you, you’re so nice when she’s sick. She’s never had anyone be so attentive and kind to her when she’s ill, and it gets her a little embarrassed at how happy it makes her. 

MARY-BETH GASKILL

Oof, she really doesn’t like helping you clean up blood and guts, or lord forbid digging out bullets (once was enough!). So instead, she’ll steal you some good quality medicines and supplies she spotted, or she takes over your chores so you can rest after a night of patching wounds. A big reason she’s so grateful is because at the orphanage, no one gave a damn if she was puking her guts or gushing blood. The first time she was having horrible cramps she tried to hide it, but you were so sweet and empathetic. You gave her some strange tea, bundled her up with a blanket and set warm bricks wrapped in cloth to soothe the pain. She’d never been so tended to in her life, it made her speechless. 

After that Mary-Beth was in your corner. She’ll actually raise her voice and scold anyone who's being a difficult patient! And if someone is feeling even a little off, she’ll push them toward you. Karen teases her for having a crush, but that’s not it at all! She’s just grateful! Of course, this has all inspired her to start writing a romance about a soldier and a nurse he meets, so now you’ll catch her staring and furiously scribbling notes.

KAREN JONES

Karen is a regular visitor because she ain’t about to deal with cramps or a cold if she can help it. She dislikes being slowed down because of her own body, and you’ve also assisted with some morning-after medicine and never told the camp or judged her for it. She respects you, but still likes to tease you about your “bookish” tendencies. She insists you need to stop fussing over everyone and do something for yourself. “Let them boys fend for themselves! Give ‘em a bottle of whiskey an’ a needle, they’ll figure it out.”

Karen doesn’t have patience or steady hands, so she doesn’t help directly with surgery, but she’ll clean up the mess afterward. A little-known fact is she’s the one who's responsible for the tidy way your medicine cart is laid out. It’s like organizing bottles of perfume and make-up, she says, so you can find things much easier now. She knows your teas and medicines work well, but she hates the taste, so she’ll add a shot of whiskey or a dollop of honey to help it go down.

FLACO HERNANDEZ

He’s always looked after himself, as his many scars can attest. He can get the job done, more or less, and he’s dug out a few bullets from himself and others. That’s less of a problem nowadays, considering his remote location, and few things get past his thick coat. Still, Flaco admires your skills. He hasn’t gotten to see you in action too much, but you’ve talked about people you’ve helped and the gang you tend to. He likes this caring, cautious nature of your’s. 

You couldn’t believe he didn’t even have bandages in his little cabin, so you put together a little box filled with bandages, ointments and medicines you’ve made yourself. Flaco tries to put on his usual gruff front, telling you not to bother with things like that, but he’s so touched. It takes him way back, reminding him of his mother and grandmother, both respected curanderas. He hasn’t thought of that in a long time. Anytime you brew something for him to help with aches or sleeping, he’ll drink it with a raspy laugh. 

MR. HORLEY

Well it's a good thing you have this skill, he thinks, because the lord knows you and your gang get into all sorts of trouble. Anytime Mr. Horley sees neat little stitches on you or your friends, he figures it's your work, and they heal well afterward. He never gets himself hurt, so he hasn't had a chance to see you work, but you'll still offer him some tea leaves you grew. At first he took it to be polite, but he and Mrs. LeClerk actually enjoyed it a lot. Jessica sends him to get more tea and medicine from you, half because she prefers your recipes, half because she wants you both to chat more. 

At some point Mrs. LeClerk had need of your skills, so he employed you to discreetly patch up some of her associates. That’s when he got to see you work, and he gave you several genuine compliments you didn’t expect. They were in his usual serious voice, but he meant it. He keeps his eyes and ears out for work you can do, just in case you drop by that day.

[phantoms-lair]

Serious Freakzoid thing (Freaking Out) Part 3

It was a familiar chiptune that woke Dexter up, one he had set to play when his custom GUI loaded. He forced his eyes open and realized he was one the floor. What was he doing there? 

Seeing the side of his computer opened jogged his memory of the Pinnacle Chip going nuts. Or did it? The computer was functioning perfectly now, humming quietly along with the screen. He looked at the hand where he'd grabbed the chip and saw no sign of the massive electrical burn that would have had to be there. 

An electrical burn is a burn that results from electricity passing through the body causing rapid injury. Approximately 1,000 deaths per year due to electrical injuries are reported in the United States, with a mortality rate of 3-5%.[1] Electrical burns differ from thermal or chemical burns in that they cause much more subdermal damage.[2] They can exclusively cause surface damage, but more often tissues deeper underneath the skin have been severely damaged. As a result, electrical burns are difficult to accurately diagnose, and many people underestimate the severity of their burn. In extreme cases, electricity can cause shock to the brain, strain to the heart, and injury to other organs.[3] 

What....? Dexter shook his head, trying to figure out where that had come from. 

He shook his head and Mr. Chubbikins meowed and rubbed against him. Dexter reached to pet him when a strange feeling shot through his head.

Pheomelamine is the pigment responsible for the ginger color in cats. 

A huge 80% of all ginger cats are male

♪ Cat *wink* I’m a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance. And I dance dance dance ♪

Words and images flooded his head and all of a sudden it was hard to think, to focus. He saw Mr. Chubbikins and for a moment didn’t recognize him as his beloved pet, but simply a cute cat.

“Kitty Kitty Kitty,” he cooed in a tone that wasn’t like him at all. It was certainly enough to scare off Mr. Chubbykins, who nyoomed under the bed. The disappointment of the moment was enough to bring him to his senses.

He turned on his heels and ran to the bathroom. He examined himself in the mirror, trying to see if there was something wrong with his head or eyes. He ran through the Stroke checklist, but passed the standard tests. “Am I just going insane?” he muttered to himself. “Next I’ll be seeing little blue men.”

As he said this he felt a gentle buzzing on his skin. Looking down he saw a wave of electricity passing him over, leaving his skin blue in its wake. He whimpered, his mind trying to wrap around what he was seeing, What on Earth could turn his skin blue?

Cyanosis refers to a bluish cast to the skin and mucous membranes. Peripheral cyanosis is when there is a bluish discoloration to your hands or feet. It's usually caused by low oxygen levels in the red blood cells or problems getting oxygenated blood to your body.

No, this wasn’t cyanosis. Even he knew enough to know humans didn’t turn that particular shade. And why the heck did these...data pieces keep forcing their way into his brain?

His thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the door. “Hey Dorkster, open up. The rest of us need to use the bathroom too!”

It was all Dexter could do to keep from hyperventilating. He couldn’t let his family see him like this! They already thought he was weird! What could he do? Disguise himself?

He felt the lightning tingle again, around his eyes and the top of his head. A glance in the mirror revealed his hair had become black and spikey, while a domino mask appeared about his eyes. As his panic rose, he felt a strange bubbling feeling in his mind. His thoughts broke apart and drifted away, no matter how hard he tried to hold on to them. Why was he trying to hold on to them anyway?

“Come on, freakazoid, open the door!”

Oh right, Duncan. Huh, Duncan had always been upset Dexter wasn’t like him, big and strong. If everything was changing, maybe he could change that?

He grinned as he became taller and gained a physique not seen outside comics. Duncan would be so happy! He opened the door with his grin growing ever wider. “Let’s Wrassle!”

~~

Roddy took a deep breath as he stopped the car, ignoring the ache in his ribs it caused. There was no ambulance or people screaming, so hopefully no one had been seriously injured. It was a small comfort, but it was there. He grabbed his old Apex employee card and the cane he hated but needed to be mobile right now.

He made his way to the front door carefully, avoiding icy patches on the walk and steps (oh how he’d come to loathe steps) and rang the bell.

He heard some movement inside and the door opened to reveal a middle aged woman with a smile that seemed almost grafted on.. “Can I help you?” “My name is Roddy McStewart, I work for Apex International, creators of the Pinnacle Chip.” He handed the man both his Work ID stating he was an employee and his driver’s license. “We received a signal from a newly installed Pinnacle Chip of a malfunction and I’m here to take a look at it.”

“On Christmas Day?” she asked, surprised.

“We all do what we can to make a living.” He gave her a sad smile.

“Well, okay then. Dexter’s room is upstairs, second door on the right.” Roddy blinked. Just like that? Still he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if it involved stairs.

He was nearly bowled over by a teenage boy running past him, yelling about something blue. Roddy looked to the woman who’d opened the door, but she'd just called up to ‘Dexter’ that he had a guest.

Odd Family he thought, as he made his way up the stairs.

~~

This was some quality family bonding he thought as he sat on Duncan’s back locking up one of his brother’s legs. That’s what it was, right? That’s why it was okay for Duncan to get physical with him.

“I give! I give!” Duncan called out.

But he knew this game. It wasn’t over because the other person gave up. You had to make them say something. “Sing ‘I’m a tugboat, Call me Mel’.”

“I’m a tugboat...call me Mel...I can’t, I don’t know the words?”

“That’s a tough one since I just made it up.” He admitted, but let Duncan up since he had tried.

Duncan tore out of the room, so he knew he’d done a good job, until he heard his mother’s voice coming from downstairs. “Dexter, you have a guest.”

Dexter. That’s right, he was Dexter. And with that realization the floating feeling he had vanished as his thoughts coalesced and his body condensed into the body he’d always had. He fled back into his room and huddled on his bed, too freaked out to try and do much more.

There was a knock on the door and a red-haired man entered. He glanced around seemingly surprised at the computer, still humming along. “Are you Dexter?”

“Yeah, who are you?”

“Roddy McStewart. I’m here about a malfunction with your Pinnacle Chip, but everything seems to be-”

“That was real?” Dexter blurted out. “Ever since that happened...I think I’m going insane.” he clutched his head.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Roddy asked. The room wasn’t a mess of shrapnel as he feared, but it was obvious something had happened.

“After I installed it the cat jumped on the keyboard and it started going nuts. I tried you yank the chip out to save the computer-”

“Are ye daft boy! You could have electrocuted yourself!” 

“I know, I wasn’t thinking!” Dexter snapped back. “I grabbed it and I thought I got shocked and blacked out, but my hand was fine when I woke up. And...thoughts keep popping in my head.”

“What kind of thoughts?” Anything besides a broken computer was well out of his wheelhouse, but Roddy couldn’t just leave the kid when he was so upset. Especially given the concern he now had with the lad’s mother sending him up to see her teenage son without any supervision.

“I dunno, random facts? It’s like articles and videos are just pulling themselves up in my mind. And then everything goes fuzzy.” Dexter didn’t mention what had happened in the bathroom. There was no way that was anything other than a hallucination.

There was the beginning of an idea forming in Roddy’s head, but he wasn’t ready to admit it was possible yet. That the reason Dexter’s computer had been spared was the Pinnacle chip had found a better storage solution for its mass internet download.

Before he could even think of how to check or even explain the door burst open and a taser fired directly at his chest. Roddy’s world exploded in pain, both from the electricity and his ribs from the body spasms, and everything went black.

~~~~

I’m trying to do more of a buildup to Freakazoid’s development and not him just being created fully formed by the accident. In the first episode Dance of Doom Freakazoid states that he and Dexter are two aspects of the same person so I wanted to show how he comes from Dexter.

[solohux]

Imagine hux post tlj being given first aid by very protective droids. They're all angy as heck with ren. They take him to his quarters and look after him like he did with them. So when ren goes to try and find hux (beg for forgiveness? /beat him up some more? You decide) he's overwhelmed by a wave of angry chirping mouse droids.

Too cute! A dozen mouse droids and BB-9E and a few black new issue R5 units are seeing to Hux’s injuries, fetching him bacta patches and bandages from the store room and bringing them to him, chirping and beeping sadly as they see his cuts and bruises from Ren’s anger. They try to help in any way they can but Hux tells them that their company is enough.

And when Ren comes to apologise, he’s chased out of the room by the gaggle of droids who beep and chirp very angrily at him. Some of them even curse at him in Binary, Hux didn’t know his little mouse droids new swear words!

[loudlypanickinginvenezolano]

[WIP] Dolled up. (I think.) Half of first chapter.

TW: Violence (They are figthing.) Dealing with injuries. Wounds. Blood. No medical experience so, all of this could be very well absolutely wrong and very worthy of cringe. Mention of death. Body horror? I think? There is a very ugly looking monster. And I wrote how I imagined them to look, so... 

The blackened earth was smoking, the greyish thing going high to the darkened sky. Rubble was everywhere, disaster and chaos claiming what once seemed to be a very calm forest. Animals carcass lithered the burned ground, and Shadow worried for a while that maybe there wasn’t going to be anything growing in a very long time, and seeing how far the damage extended, it really was concerning.

Or, maybe not.

Strange things happening in Mobius was something Shadow was becoming used to. Things that should not happen were the normal here. People, Mobians and Humans for equal, had learned to stop questioning the around.

If it wasn’t something dangerous, then let it be.

He still hadn’t get the hang of it. But.

Well.

He gazed softly at the half burned bunnies and half dead squirrels (and that one bear.) praying softly in a low voice for them and the destroyed natural bunch of flowers and grass that were...well, everywhere. The smell of burning wood and fallen trees marked the path for him to walk, were the fight sounds have already subsided. Looking over himself, and deciding that he wasn’t that bad as if for not being able to continue, he quickly stood up, shaking softly as he ran to get rid of annoying dirt, fallen quills, hairs, rocks, and well, dried (And not so dried.) blood.

He just hoped he wasn’t going to find bugs crawling on him later on.

What remained of the big bio mechanical beast he and his companion had been battling was on the ground. All three of them had fallen at great heights, a stronger that he expected punch with long claws making him slip and fall before they stopped. It had hurt, a lot, more because they had been battling for quite the while, and he got the hit directly in already bruised areas. He had been dizzy, and unable to stand up or answer Sonic scream asking if he was okay.

There may be a few broken bones or strained, sprained muscles. A few burned patches, no doubt. Scratch’s, cuts, and bruises that were going to get swollen and hurt like a bitch.

He didn’t think there was internal bleeding? But maybe it was too soon to say?

Sticks broke under his skates, flowers and thick logs that have been throw around as spectators of the battle. The beast laid unmoving, debris all around. He could see a destroyed house not very far, an un-salvable fence and what could be a garden. He could hear some animals screaming near, and the desperate chirping of new baby birds whose parents had fled during the altercate.  

Feeling guilty, he made a mental note to try and search for them, see who could be saved and what needed to be put out of its misery.

— Shadow! — He heard Sonic screech, and quickly wiped around, trying to find from where the blue menace was screaming. He didn`t find him, but he, however, was found indeed.

Just that not by a very tired looking blue cute hedgehog, but by a miserable looking thing that tried to call itself a cyborg. The beast, no doubt an hybrid made in an experimental laboratory seemed to have lost itself in pain, and its feral stare cut sharply to unfocused hazy red eyes.

Fuck.

He dodged the attack with a pant, his body complaining at the every move. It seemed it had finally snapped, as it didn’t mind anymore the pain it felt. It barely growled at him when with a good punch, he managed to take off one of its various mechanical arms.

There was nothing under it, and the view evidently made Shadow feel very uneasy and uncomfortable, because at least there, there should be something. Uneasy enough to make him falter just a bit, and almost get his nose bitten. He got it licked, though.

Was he being mocked?

Was he a joke to Cyborg-thingy?

Falling down hard on his already hurting tail, he barely reacted in time to block its big maw with his skates, clawed hands digging on the soil beneath him as if to not get pushed around. He flexioned, bringing his knees to his chest in the most unexpected moment, making it lose balance for a second.

The second he needed to yank and make it fall forward hard, almost flying over his head.

Shadow felt like screaming, the agony on his body and that twist he did that pulled hard on already sensitive muscles was a lot to deal with, more with his old, still healing, wounds. He lifted his head from the ground, trying to look out for Sonic, wondering where the fuck was his ally. He found him battling with those annoying smoll winged beasts a good few meters apart from where he was, smile all but gone and seriously attacking those bitches.

He made a face, because Shadow barely could fight them without getting nightmares or feeling shivers running down his spine, not that, well, anyone knew. Those things creeped him out. Like. Really. Maybe it was how crazy their eyes looked? How...red? The scars and metal plates peppered over their bodies? The scary looking stiches on mismatched skin? The dark-feeling chaos energy they had?

His stomach lurched just thinking about them.

— Disgusting. — He muttered. They really made him nervous and tense.

"When something was so annoying, it was almost pleasant seeing them disappear or die." It just...He couldn’t get that feeling completely when battling them. Even so.

Erm.

Mh, Wasn`t Sonic being a tad too much on them? He seemed almost...angry?

Maybe he should follow his example. He just needed...5 more seconds. You know. Catch his breath. Swallow back his liver. Pray it goes to where it belong.

Cry?

The usual.

A loud creaking noise made him open his eyes abruptly, and he looked back at his own beast.

Did this dude didn’t know when to give up?

Or how to die?

He rolled out of the way, avoiding a tree being send flying his way. It crashed, hard, close the chaotic house.

Shadow could barely spare it a thought, though. Not when it sprinted towards Sonic, apparently deciding that Shadow was too much of a rough cookie and needed to try his luck somewhere else.

— Nope! — He muttered, standing up as well with a big effort. — Idiot! Wa-Watch out! — He screamed to his distracted rival. Or tried to. He could barely talk. He was becoming dizzy once again.

This was. Concerning. Had he got his head--? Forget it. Of course he did.

Skating the distance between them, he outran the beast, breathing hard, and started trying to attack it, or distract it. He stabbed, punched, pulled, heck, even gave a bite, but the thing ignored him, as if Shadow were nothing but a mere bug. Sonic had long noticed them, but the flying things didn’t left him a chance to go away. They clipped his skin, and avoided his spins. Didn’t reacted to his quills, and clawed at him, don’t letting him leave.

They were so many, it almost looked like a private tornado. Every time Sonic got one down, two more would pop out of nowhere and take its place. They were flying around him, circling, going high and then diving in attack. In made it hard to see Sonic.

Clinging hard to a bit of fur, Shadow managed to climb it. It started to pay him more attention, but didn’t change his direction, adamant in attacking Sonic. Unsteadily, he made his way and managed to make a deep cut on its neck. Digging his claws, he tried to break it. Make it quickly, and stop its pain.

Just end it. Give it peace.

The beast let out a big roar, and his shaking almost threw him at the ground before honestly scared green eyes. A few flying things started to attack him, making it harder to stay put. He really didn’t know if the blood he was seeing mating the beast fur was his, its, or from them.

Because he was kicking their asses as well, yes sir.

He squeezed harder, and the beast tripped and twisted with a yowl. Shadow had to jump before he got crushed beneath it, tackling Sonic on his way, as well, getting both of them out of the way of the beast by rolling on the ground…and well… rocks and branches.

One word.

Ouch.

No good. Really.

No good.

The winged ones flew all around them, in a very messy and menacing mayhem. A lot of them were surrounding The beast, clinging and... Were they taking off with it?

Their wings were beating them, flashes of green, brown, red, metal grey and blue all around. Even the sky above was darkened because of them. They clipped Sonic hands, arms, face, Shadows ears, back. Their screeching was disorienting, painful on sensitive hedgehog hearing.

This time it was Shadow who got pushed to the ground, his whines of agony washed out for all the noise, Sonic rolling them out of the way of a big, big, Winged One. He got a nasty cut (With a sting powerful enough to steal a high yelp of pain) on his side thanks to it, and a push forceful enough to throw him off Shadow and make them roll a bit. Two of them flew way to low, making both of them duck their heads and, in consequence, leaving them unable to see the next attack before too late.

Sharp claws pierced the skin on Shadow back, making him actually scream thanks to the excruciating pain and scaring the ever loving shit out of Sonic, who immediately reached out. Shadow clung to Sonic arms when his body was lifted from the ground. Sonic yelped as well, panic flowing through his body and mind as his upper part was lifted too and couldn’t find purchase with his shoes for 2 petrifying seconds. They weren’t taking Shadow from him.

They couldn’t.

Sonic refused. ___ Hi? Im sorry if this seems like too much, but im proud of how this is coming out, so ! Yes. I just dont know if I should publish only Tumblr. 

[demon-slayer-imagines]

25 with Tanjirou pls

Heck ya! A tanjiro, lemme put on my good boy pants cause this is gonna be precious (or I’m gonna try and make it precious lol!)

“ You are my home”

“ tanjiro! Slow down please!” A child like voice whined out as pants could be heard when the fluffy haired boy came to a stop, turning around to look at his best friend behind him. “ you run too fast! I can’t keep up!” They whined, trying to catch their breath while tanjiro didn’t show an ounce of sweat or wear to him. “ how are you not tired?” “ I dunno, I just enjoy being out all the time. I do this every day! Traveling up and down the mountains with papa and mama helps a lot.” Hearing the voice of his mother up the hill call out for him and his friend to hurry on inside with the sun setting caused him to hurriedly take their hand and place them on his back. “ t-tanjiro! I can walk just fine!” “ I know, but we gotta hurry inside, I know your scared of the dark so I don’t want you out here when it gets dark. Your light anyway, you and Nezuko fit on my back perfectly!” Seeing you blush a bit made him blush as well, a small giggle leaving him. “ hang on tight, I’m gonna go fast!” “ ok!” And just like the boy said, he went racing up the mountain towards his home, without worry or a care in the world.

After that, you had left him and his family. Your family had moved away without telling him, and he felt broken without you. Who wouldn’t when it was your best friend leaving without a word to be said or at least a note, letter, SOMETHING! His parents never spoke of the reason why you left, simply saying ‘ they thought it best to see what else was out there,’ but he didn’t believe that tale for a minute. He knew you wouldn’t just up and leave for no reason, to see the world as they said, there had to be something else, some deep meaning to why you left that they refused to tell him. Even so he nodded his head and let it be left on that reasoning, until his family had been killed by a demon. After that, he knew deep down the reason you left had to be something had happened concerning some kind of demon. It was kami’s grace that the two of you found each other again, him a demon slayer and you a medic for the pillars. At first he didn’t recognize your face, but the smell, he remembered all too clearly.

The scent of honey with fresh laundry and a hint of cinnamon, he wondered if you had cooked recently, but he knew for a fact it was you. And you remembered him, you couldn’t forget that cute fluffy reddish black hair with that scar on his big forehead, not to mention the earrings he wore, you remembered those belonged to his father. Seeing each other again was a moment of shock and happiness. You never thought you’d see each other again, but there you all were, running and jumping into each other’s arms, crying and laughing about how much you missed one another and to never leave each other’s side again.

That was in the past, and now, here you were patching Tanjiro up for the hundredth time that week. The boy certainly doesn’t know the phrase “take it easy” and even if he did, he certainly didn’t abide by it. You were wondering how long it would be before you’d have to stop at another town to regather supplies for him and the others. Zenitsu and Inosuke weren’t any better either at keeping out of harm’s way, but that’s why the pillars appointed you to joining them on their adventures. “ there, all done.” Placing the last stitch through his skin, you quickly placed ointment on him and bandaged him up. “ arigato,” tanjiro give you a smile before waving his arm around, already feeling great after you patched him up. “ you know you truly are something else Tanji-san.” “ oh, thanks!” He thought it a compliment but it was more so a worried statement. “ it wasn’t a compliment! I know your a hard worker and wanna be helping others out but do me and yourself a favor and help yourself out by relaxing ya?”

The boy shrunk beneath his friends words, understanding where they were coming from and feeling bad for each time they had to patch him up for being reckless, but it came with being a demon slayer after all. “ what about zenitsu and Inosuke?” “ what about them?” You questioned as the boy looked around. They weren’t anywhere to be seen and you all were currently sitting outside of a hotel building in a busy town. “ don’t you think we should go looking for them? It’s so busy around her I’m afraid they’ll get lost...” “ they’ll be fine, I asked them to go pick some more medical supplies up for me before we leave tomorrow morning. Anyways, if they get lost I’m sure it won’t be hard to find them.” Helping him up and inside the hotel, they headed to the back where their room was, Seeing Nezuko was out and about looking out the window at the bright city lights that flashed every few seconds.

“ don’t forget to not sleep on it. If you do it’ll put pressure on your wound and you can reopen the stitches.” “ right!” “ also, make sure zenitsu puts a bit more ointment on you before you go to sleep!” “ right!” “ And-“ it was like a mother talking to her baby, but sometimes that’s just how yours and Tanjiro’s relationship was. Tanjiro was a kind and gentle boy, but jeez did he have a thick head, but you knew it wasn’t out of spite but more so carelessness and forgetfulness. He was truly a kind soul and everyone deserved a person like him in their lives. “ ok, don’t forget any of what I just told you.” Seeing him nod with small flowers float around him, you couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. He was way too cute for his own good, and you hated it. “ Nezuko, make sure your brother doesn’t do anything reckless tonight, ok?” Seeing her also nod with flowers floating around her, there was no doubt these two were indeed siblings. Both too good and too precious for this evil world.

“ even though you say you understand I don’t trust you...” you mumbled, bending down to set up Tanjiro’s bed for him, “ Ne, ne, you don’t need to do all that, I can do it!” Slapping his hand away, you pointed at him harshly as he stepped away while sweating. “ Gomen...” Watching you finish making the bed for him and grabbing his night clothes from the closet, you began helping him undress as he became frantic. “ I can dress myself ya know!” “ I know you can but, just... let... me..” Nezuko stood by and watched as the two of you became tangeled in each other’s limbs, falling down and hitting the floor roughly, Tanjiro under you as you gasped. “ tanjiro! Are you alright!” Sitting up, he looked up at you with a small blush on his face, your face just inches away from his. “ I-I’m fine.... are you alright?” “ yes, I’m alright... what did I just tell you huh? You could have hurt yourself again.” “ that’s fine, as long as you don’t get hurt.”

Your face flushed as he smiled up at you with his face bursting into red himself. Rolling off of him, you laid beside him as the two of you stayed quiet and just relished in the quiet of the night, the sounds of people outside and the city wavering in and out. You looked over when Nezuko laid down and scooted herself on the other side of Tanjiro. Yea, she was extremely cute. “ Tanjiro.... you really need to start being more careful. There are some injuries I just can’t fix.” “ I know.” “ And I don’t know what I’d do if you got seriously hurt.” “ I know.” “ Do you know tanjiro?” You glanced over to him as he looked up at the ceiling, nodding slowly. “ yea, cause... I would feel the same way about you if I was in your position.... even now I worry about you traveling with us.” “ how come? I can easily handle myself you know.”

It stayed silent for a moment, Nezuko shuffling around on the floor around them as Tanjiro thought about what to say. “ because, you and Nezuko... are my home.” Your eyes widened as your processed that, turning on your side to look at tanjiro. “ you and Nezuko are my everything. You all remind me of home, so when you all are around, I feel content and that nothing bad could happen, just like in our younger years. All I can do is feel happy and just cherish the memories we make with every passing second.” He smiled softly, his earrings ringing softly as he turned to look at you, placing himself on his side. Looking you in the eyes, he gently placed his head against your own, snuggling against you. “ without you, I’m never home. You are my home, my place I wanna be forever.” You couldn’t help but feel a burst of love flow through you, snuggling back against him and thanking him for his love and kindness. “ same goes for me, promise you’ll never leave ya?” Feeling him nod they couldn’t be more happy. “ ya, promise.”