#i had the OH moment right after complaining that i have no clue where to find it

[just-slightly-chayotic]

so... i found the necklace charm Jeff is wearing in this photo

[beesarekindaswag]

Prompt : The Mean Girls of Wayne Enterprises

Hear me out…. Mean Girls but make it DCxDP.

The public personas that the bats present, modeled after “Brucie” Wayne are the perfect templates for Mean Girls shenanigans.

Imagine : Our favourite ghost boy has decided to venture out into the world after making sure that Amity would be safe and secure (perks of being the recently crowned King). Danny knows he’d never pass the physical tests to be an astronaut but that doesn’t mean he can’t at least achieve part of his space dream. He’d done his research, very thoroughly at that, and overall it was Wayne Enterprises that came out on top. Their aerospace department was miles ahead of the competition - presumably something to do with Bruce Wayne literally being the one funding the Justice League (and if rumour is to be believed, the OG sugar daddy for a certain Bat).

Disregarding Danny’s personal feelings about the JL, the chance to create technology that will be used in SPACE, for space exploration and understanding was too good to pass up.

Just the thought alone filled him with a sense of contentment. Thankyou space obsession.

Which is what had lead to the current situation - an internship at Wayne Enterprises itself. How he landed it, he has no clue - sure, he’s got some smarts (much more than he’ll give himself credit for) but his grades had suffered from his years of literally saving the city (and by extension, the world). Perhaps it was fate? Or more likely, a meddling time god…

Danny wasn’t complaining though.

Only three hours in to the position and he was barely containing his excitement - literally, the fulfillment of his secondary obsession, regardless of how second hand it might be, created such a buzz in his core. He was having to consciously stop his more ghostly attributes from shining through - not even metaphorically shining, damn you LED freckles (yes we’re using the concept of Danny’s ghost from reflecting his love of space - constellation freckles and all)

Now though, he had been released to break in the cafeteria. There was a panicked moment of ‘oh shit, where do I sit?’ But thankfully, his (half) life was saved by one of his new coworkers calling him over with a friendly wave.

“Hey, Daniel, right?”

“I go by Danny but yeah, thanks for the save there” a awkward laugh at his own words, “didn’t expect it to feel like high school all over again”

There’s polite laughter amongst the table and the conversation flows over to casual small talk. At least, it does until out of nowhere, all eyes jump to the doors.

Enter : The Plastics.

Richard Grayson - the dumbest guy you’ll ever meet.

“Once, he asked me why aster isn’t the opposite of disaster”

Timothy Drake - knows everything about everyone.

“That’s why his eyebags are so big - they’re full of secrets”

And the queen bee, Damian Wayne.

“Once he called me an uncultured swine… it was awesome”

(I don’t know what’s better - Damian aged up to match Danny or tiny Damian being Regina)

What follows is a comedic story: Danny meeting the three, them assuming he’s going to be out of touch being from the Midwest (he is but only in the sense that his version of normal is Fenton dumbfuckery) , him eventually getting past their public personas by just not giving a shit for their drama - he grew up with the QUEEN of mean girls, the Wayne boys have nothing on Paulina Sanchez.

Just, Mean girls Waynes… that’s it - that’s the post.

[munsonsprincess11111]

Your under ar- where'd he go.

Eddie munson x hopper!reader

Summary: I'm living for Eddie x hoppers daughter so... Eddie gets arrested by hopper and daniels one night and he manages to run away. But he runs to your house. Still in cuffs.

"Don't make this harder, then it needs to be, munson," Hopper said, cuffing Eddie's hands behind his back. Eddie got caught driving while smoking a joint. Now he's pressed up against his van with hopper, cuffing him and Officer daniels taking notes.

Eddie starts to think. He could try to pick the cuffs, but the hopper would notice. Then he had an amazing idea. With his hands still close together, Eddie was able to slip two of the rings off of his left hand and hold them in his right.

He peeked over his shoulder quickly to see hopper looking at daniels as they spoke. Eddie moved his hands slightly to the left and threw them as hard as he could at the side of the van. Hopper let go of eddies back as his hand flew to the gun in his pocket. Officer daniels did the same.

With them both distracted Eddie bolted. He ran as fast as he could. "OH shit munson!" Hopper shouted behind him. But Eddie didn't stop. The to cops chase after him but they eventually run out of breath and have to stop. Giving Eddie the perfect escape route.

"How is that kid so fast?" Officer daniels pants. "Not a bloody clue" Hopper says whipping the swet off his head. But it leads Hopper to think. Where could he possibly go with cuffs on.

-

Your laying in your bed listening to music quietly as you rearrange your room... again...

Els sat in the living room watching TV. She hears a knock at the door. An eager, frustrated, sounding knock. Els not allowed to answer the door. "Y/n, there's someone banging on the door." She calls out for you.

You exit your room and approach the living room door grabbing the bat by the door and checking the guns still behind the door. This could be anyone from a drunk Nancy to the government looking for el. Your taking no chances.

You open the door and raise the bat as a warning. "Christ y/n don't hit me." Eddie shouts. You lower the back seeing it only being your boyfriend. You rush him Inside confused by his antics. Then you see his hands in cuffs behind his back and him out of breath dripping with swet.

"Are you OK? Why are you in cuffs? What happend?" You panic slightly. Eddie steps to you trying to hold you but being stopped by the handcuffs... then looking annoyed and just pissed.

"Babe I'm fine. I was smoking a joint while driving home and I got pulled by your amazing father and daniels. Calm down hunny." Eddie says smiling at you. You guide him to the kitchen.

You go through the draw of keys seeing if one will fit in the key hole of the cuffs. To your luck one do and you free Eddie. He rubs his wrists and you see the red imprints the cuffs left on him. "Thanks princess" he says hugging you finally. You hug him back.

He looks down and kisses you sweetly. "What would I do without ya?" HE says keeping his face close to yours.

"Still be in handcuffs." You laugh kissing Eddie. He nods raising his brows. You stay like that in the kitchen for a moment when you hear the front door unlock, open, and get closed and locked.

You hear the drop of your dad's heavy boots. "You OK dad?" El askes frowning at him.

"I'm fine we arrested munson boy but he ran away and now I've lost another set of perfectly good cuffs to that little shit." HE complains about to el hanging his coat up. As he sits in his recliner you enter the living room smiling.

Before hopper can say anything Eddie steps in behind you swinging the cuffs on one finger. "OH these cuffs Jim?" Eddie askes grinning ear to ear. You look to your dad and see the annoyance take over. "You really ran away from me and came to my house." HE says angrily. Eddie nods still grinning.

Then your dad's eyes snap to you. "We had the key so I unlocked them." You say smiling worriedly. "OH relax babe he's just annoyed you got to see me before he did." Eddie says trying to get you out the shit for helping him.

"You know what I'm to tired for this shit. Munson you win this one but I'll get ya next time." Hopper says leaning back in his seat as el passes him a cup of tea. He smiles at her.

"Sure hop maybe I'll let you win when I get some bail money in let you feel victorious." Eddie says sitting next to you pulling you into his side. Everyone stays quiet as the show plays on the TV. You yawn and suggest bed and your dad tells Eddie he can stay the night door stays open. You enter your room and Eddie closes the door.

You change into one of Eddie's hoodies he left once and he just strips into boxers. You get into your bed and eddies hand finds your ass giving it a squeeze while smirking.

"Please stop getting in trouble with my dad I'm sick of getting the cuffs off of you." You mumble.

"NO promises." HE smirks eyes closed.

"Atleast try for me?" You ask moving closer.

"OK ill try." HE mumbles back in pretend annoyance.

"Thank you."

"I love you." He says kissing you sweetly.

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"Bitch."

"You love it."

As you both start to drift off to sleep. Your door flings open "door. Stays. Open. For gods sake." You dad shouts walking off. You throw your head on the pillow as Eddie laughs quietly.

"See babe I'm made for causing trouble to your dad. I'm breaking the rules just laying here." HE smirks kissing you smirking.

He was an absolute idiot. But you wouldn't have him any other way.

[originalaccountname]

In your Murase Lives ADA!Chuuya AU, Dazai still joins the ADA eventually right? After he loses both Ango and Oda (like how Chuuya left when he only had Dazai left, but Dazai seemed to be better with his new friends).

How do they react to that? Does Chuuya help Dazai join? Do they acknowledge that they knew each other before (well, I feel everyone could tell)? Is Chuuya happy he left? Or is he mixed about them working together again? Is Dazai feeling mixed up because Chuuya left him (but now after Odasaku he understands it better)?

I was trying to think of this had been mentioned in your comics on them but I didn’t think it’d been mentioned except in the intervening years Dazai had to deal with Mori’s complaining about Chuuya’s defection.

I talked about it a little bit in this post:

If Oda dies the same way… it’s a fun question. Dazai would leave, Dazai would still refuse to work for the government, so his options are limited. I can’t imagine Chuuya leaving at 16, join the ADA, and the mafia not knowing a thing about it? So what would Dazai do? Chuuya left and joined a group and now that group is his only option in Yokohama. If he wants to join them, he’ll still have to wait two years for his records to be erased and hidden. And he knows Chuuya is gonna be there, and he knows him!! How frustrating and stressful is that wait going to be? I’d like Chuuya to be gone when Dazai first joins, so Entrance Exam can still take place in a similar way. Maybe he accompanied Ranpo on his contract out of town? I do wonder if he’d confront Dazai publicly or in private… I’m still not sure how much he told the ADA about his own origins.

To expand on that, Entrance Exam the novel is quite different from the anime. Ranpo is on an investigation in Kyushu until the finale of Kunikida and Dazai's investigation to find and stop the Azure Messenger/Apostle. Ranpo shows up in person in time to deduce where the bomb was located (and Dazai tests his "ability" by pinching his hair at this moment). It's a key moment for Dazai because it's the moment he decides the ADA is the real deal and they just might be what he's looking for (this exam went both ways).

oh no this is gonna be long and turn into an improvised analysis of Entrance Exam

So, that's the thing: Dazai was very much testing the ADA for the entirety of his entrance exam. He was figuring out clues and coming to conclusions much faster than Kunikida was, but he wouldn't tell him outright: he was artfully slipping half-clues into his conversations with Kunikida to see if he would pick up on them. And he did! Which made him a good potential partner! Because Dazai didn't expect the ADA to be on his level, but wanted them to be able to work with him. And then there was Ranpo who very much was on his level and Dazai fanboy'd about it.

so. my AU.

It's funny, since Dazai joins at 20, and Chuuya left at 16 (almost 17), that they still get their 4-year gap. Except! this time the roles are reversed and Chuuya wasn't quite concerned about hiding (that's a whole other subject). I can't imagine Dazai watching Chuuya "betray" (leave) the PM on his own without consequences only to join some do-gooders not too long after and not get curious. Wanting to study him under a microscope and all.

So Dazai would have some knowledge from observing the ADA and Chuuya from a distance. Basic stuff like what they do and roughly who works there. I would expect canon Dazai to have had similar knowledge before his entrance exam, but who knows.

There was probably something reassuring in Chuuya seemingly having found a place in the light after everything he went through. But it would also a good excuse for comparison and self-depreciation. Fortunately, Dazai is motivated by Oda's words and a never-ending need to one-up Chuuya. Imagine the embarrassment if he gave up on his best chance of helping people because he was afraid of facing Chuuya.

Now, Let's say Chuuya was accompanying Ranpo on that investigation out of town. When they get back, it's to a crisis, and a Dazai who has been there for a while.

Ranpo was the one to figure out Chuuya's past in this AU, he knows about his (short) time in the mafia, but Dazai and his ability were a well-kept secret of the PM. Chuuya wouldn't spoil that: he didn't leave out of hatred for the mafia, he left out of grief and because he had that opportunity. It would probably take Ranpo 3 seconds to connect the missing dots once Dazai is revealed: singularity -> can't stop it -> has been used 3 times -> still alive -> something to stop him -> nullification -> Dazai.

Everything hinges on Ranpo and what he knows of this new recruit before meeting him: Fukuzawa and Kunikida are suspicious of Dazai being sent to infiltrate them, Fukuzawa is willing to kill Dazai over these suspicions, Chuuya would recognize Dazai instantly and also get suspicious and, depending on his reaction, seal his fate.

FORTUNATELY we know Fukuzawa talked to Ranpo beforehand and canonically Ranpo took one good look at Dazai and decided he was fine. So I say Ranpo kept Chuuya distracted for the rest of that day. Kunikida still fake-shot Dazai, they still got the airplane back up (hush about Chuuya who could have caught it), Dazai still made an excellent impression on Kunikida, and everything went as smoothly.

Which would bring their confrontation to afterwards. The big finale with Sasaki happens a few days later, but Dazai vanishes during that time, presumably to investigate and corner her. That does leave us with the perfect opportunity for Dazai and Chuuya to cross paths (Chuuya would have heard Dazai's name at some point) and confront each other. I did mention Chuuya had a bit of a dark justice/vigilantism phase during his time with Murase before the ADA, and Dazai's objective at that moment is to bring an end to Sasaki by his own means, as the justice system would never be able to reach her, so... 🤝

Another fun thing about Entrance Exam is that Kunikida is always just on the verge of figuring out what Dazai's deal is, but Dazai keeps being stupid and annoying exactly during those moments, so Kunikida throws his doubts out the window along with Dazai every time.

In short, Ranpo would know Dazai and Chuuya used to know each other, skk would have their confrontation in private and shake hands over doing what the system can't handle, and Fukuzawa and Yosano might be able to connect the dots themselves after a while of watching them, but keep it silent.

Our beloved Kunikida came in too late to know Chuuya's backstory and had a similar instant annoyance and teamwork chemistry with Dazai that Chuuya seems to be also experiencing, so to him this is just Dazai weirdness. Any subsequent addition to the ADA would have no reason to question them.

[forgottenfourr]

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it’s crazy how being an mc for something as big for mcountdown used to be something you dreamed about. but now that you’re here, you’re dreading every second of it.

not the mcing part. the having to see gyuvin after completely disappearing and ignoring him for 2 years part.

for all you know this could be his secret revenge plan that will destroy you and everything you stand for.

or he could be dreading this just as much as you are.

it’s eerily quiet when you walk into the dressing room, woonhak tailing close behind you.

it was nice and calm and it almost made you forget about why you were even panicking in the first place.

“woonhak hyung!!”

peaceful moment over.

wait a second.

woonhak? hyung? not correct. merely impossible. he’s 17.

“yujin!!” ah. hak’s squeal of excitement confirms you heard the correct thing at least.

also… when did woonhak and yujin even become friends? and why is yujin even here? do not say you both brought the maknaes as emotional support.

you know turning around would be a big mistake. if you turn around gyuvin is going to be right there and you’re completely content with ignoring his existence until you’re forced to interact with him on stage.

even with how content you are with not turning around right now and just keep walking, woonhak grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. subsequently making you turn around and do the very thing you were trying to avoid right now.

he’s even taller than before. and some how even prettier. it’s surreal almost. seeing the person you’ve ignored but also thought about everyday for the past 827 days.

yes. you kept track.

your heart is racing as you follow his eyes while he takes all of you in. you feel like you’re back in auditions again. waiting as the scouters take in your every last detail.

you want to shrink. dissolve into nothing. just do something to get yourself out of his gaze.

“yn!” woonhak smacks your arm, bringing you back to reality.

“ya! what!” you reply while rubbing where he hit you.

“have you met them before? say hi.” he almost whispers to you. somehow he has taken charge of this situation. and honestly? you’re not going to complain.

“oh uh, yeah. hi nice to meet you yujin.” you bow, your voice lacking any sort of enthusiasm.

you turn to gyuvin hesitantly, “good to see you again gyuvin.” your voice a mere whisper.

gyuvin almost seems to smile and your greeting. causing you to further wish you were anywhere but here right now.

“it’s good to see you too yn,” gyuvin’s voice genuine and a lot stronger than yours.

and just like that, your heart is racing again.

was it panic? fear? stress? you had absolutely no clue.

but it’s racing! and you don’t like it! and the smile on gyuvin’s face is not helping!!

you quickly turn to woonhak, panic most likely evident on your face.

“hey uhm, uh, i gotta uh use the bathroom. i’ll be back.” you manage to sputter out.

and before he can even acknowledge what you just said, you’re almost out of sight already.

SYNOPSIS ✮ a company gave you the opportunity to finally live your dreams, but as a result, you had to leave the company you were at and your best friend. 2 years later you watch as he makes a name of his own on boys planet. the unrequited love you fought away for years coming back stronger than before.

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[slafkovskys]

I NEED any type of fluff of Priss w the boys!

priscilla makes her way through the revolving door of the hotel, head buried in her phone as she scans over whatever plans her friends had decided to make after she had announced that she would be going m.i.a. of course there are talks of hitting up her favorite restaurant followed by her favorite club in hopes to entice her, even lena tries to get her attention by sending a picture of her trying on some of pricilla’s clothes in the middle of their dorm.

she sends a simple ‘looks cute!’ before putting her phone on do not disturb just in time for a body to block her path to the elevators. she looks up at the well-dressed man (a stark contrast to her thin pajama shorts and sweatshirt combo she had tugged on before leaving campus) who stares at her curiously, “can i help you?”

“oh, i’m just visiting someone,” she stands up a little straighter and allows the french-canadian accent to slip through, not trying to hide it like she usually did in hopes it made her sound more confident.

“is that so?” he’s got an expression on his face that told her he wasn’t buying what she was selling. he raises his head and gestures toward the front desk where she seems to have garnered the attention of the woman behind it, “we’ll just need to verify that, mrs.-”

“miss,” she cuts the man off, “miss molson.”

she knew that her name wouldn’t hold as much weight as it would back home and though she would never admit it, that was precisely the reason that she chose miami out of the thousands of other universities in between there and montreal. that and the city allowed for significantly more beach days.

“of course and what room are you trying to get to?” he quirks an eyebrow as he leads her over to the desk, “just for security purposes.”

“2523.”

she gives them arber’s room number instead of juraj’s because she knows for a fact that he was in there if the snapchat video complaining how he was out of that moisturizer she had put him on was any clue. she knew that a sephora run was in their near future as the receptionist sent her a tight-lipped smile after she punched in the number and handed the phone over to the man who priscilla decided was acting out of his pay grade.

“hello mr.,” he squints at the sticky note his co-worker flashed him that displayed arber’s last name and she can tell that he debates on it for a moment before clearing throat, “we have a miss molson down here for- oh? yes sir, we’ll send her up. have a great-”

she can hear the sound on the other end signaling that arber has hung up and she holds in her giggle as he hands over the phone, looking rather rattled before narrowing his eyes, “looks like you’re good to go.”

“well, wouldn’t you know?” priscilla sends an over-enthusiastic smile before finally making her way to the elevators. her phone lights up with a message from arber (he, juraj, and her mom the only ones whose notifications would be pushed through when she was on dnd) stating simply ‘he sounds like a dick’ and she does giggle a little then. typing out a ‘he was’ and ‘meet me in j’s room x’ she tucks her phone into her purse and presses the button for juraj’s floor, just a few under arber but she needed to be with at least one of her boys right then.

the signs guide her down a hallway and after turning the corner, she’s in front of his door. she doesn’t even have time to knock before the door is pulled open and juraj’s strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground. she locks her legs around his waist, squealing out a “juraj!” as he carries her into the safety of his hotel room, away from any prying eyes.

the chain on her purse makes a loud noise as it slides down her arm before clattering to the floor and she is so glad that she had insurance on that thing because she was positive she hears juraj’s feet crush the metal as his lips meet hers for the first time in weeks. she melts into the kiss, letting her hand pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, “arber know that you are here?”

“the concierge called him to make sure that i was allowed up,” priscilla rolls her eyes and juraj looks confused. she shakes her head, “the people downstairs.”

“oh,” he hums before he places a light kiss on her jaw, “better him. i would have run to you.”

“i would’ve run to you too,” before she can pull his head from her neck and kiss him again, a knock sounds at the door and a grin takes over her face, “take me to him.”

“priss is so bossy,” juraj says, but obeys her command nonetheless. with her still wrapped around his front, he leans forward with a hand protecting the back of her head to look through the peephole, “who is it?”

“open the door, slaf,” arber’s voice says and the two share a smile before the younger man pulls on the door. arber visibly relaxes when he spots their girl, “pris- oh!”

she grabs him by the front of his shirt and pulls him inside, allowing herself to be transferred from juraj’s arms to hers so she can welcome him with a kiss too. juraj fumbles with the door as she and arber melt into each other similarly to how she had with the taller man only moments before, “god i missed the both of you so much.”

“month is too long,” juraj mumbles as he presses himself against her back, “very long.”

“i know, i’m sorry,” she mumbles her apology as she reaches a hand back to scratch lightly at his neck. she grins when his lips find her temple, a silent acceptance. her eyes drift to where arber was watching them, big hands on her hips, and an amused expression on his face, “what’s funny?”

“you two,” he kisses the cheek on the side of her face not currently occupied by juraj and sighs, letting his hands slip under her sweatshirt and feel the bare skin there for the first time in damn near six weeks, “how long do we have you?”

“as long as you want me,” she uses her free hand to tangle her fingers with arber’s, bringing his knuckles to her mouth to place a gentle kiss on the skin, “i have a standing reservation at giselle. i shoved an outfit into my bag if you feel like going or we can just hang out here and get room service. i’m already dressed for that.”

arber and juraj share a look, having some mental conversation that they seemed to do a lot of and priscilla never questioned it. juraj hums, “room service. already comfy.”

“that reminds me, did you both bring new sweatshirts for me?” she poses the question and her boys chuckle. “what? it’s all i asked for…”

“you can get them in tampa, priss,” arber assures her as he pulls her over to juraj’s unmade bed while the younger man starts searching for the menu. she huffs and arber grins, “gotta make sure that you don’t break your promise.”

“that sounds a lot like blackmail and i don’t like it.”

“will,” juraj’s eyes scan over the menu, “chicken tenders and fries make up for it?”

“it’s definitely a start.”

[leviathism]

Reqs are open?!?!?👀👀👀

Can I request a sick fic with the boy™ Levi but he is the one who gets sick?

leviathan x gender neutral reader

It wasn’t hard to figure out that Leviathan was sick.

Usually, Leviathan pulled away from your touches after a few moments. Even though he was slowly getting better at physical affection, he still couldn’t take it for too long. But he still wanted it for short bursts of time and always gave you a certain glance when he wanted you to touch him.

So when you cupped his face in your hands and expected him to bashfully pull away after a few seconds, but he didn’t, you were shocked. For good reason. But you weren’t one to rush to conclusions. You needed to look for more clues. You looked closer at him.

The way his hair was falling into his eyes that looked up at you, the way there was a small smile adorning his small lips, and the cute little blush high on his cheeks made you realize he was the prettiest guy you’d ever laid your eyes on.

And that he was very, very sick.

First of all, he wouldn’t be smiling. His lips would be wobbling and he’d be biting his lip all the while if you were touching him. Second of all, his entire face would be red. Hell, his neck and chest would be red too. But this blush just looked like he put some of Asmo’s powdered rose blush on.

“Are you okay?” You asked and took a hand to brush his hair off his forehead. He nodded. There it was, the undeniable and damning piece of evidence. He didn’t hastily pull down his hair to hide his forehead from you.

He pushed past your hands and crawled onto you, sitting down on your lap like he belonged there. (He did). He rested his forehead on your shoulder. “I guess.. I feel bad.”

You were frozen but your hands automatically found their way to his arms. You could feel how he trembled lightly under your hands.

Now it may have not been obvious to most, but this was a chance, a possibility, an opportunity to deepen your bond and trust with Levi.

He would see how good you were at taking care of others and he would instantly fall deeper in love with you and let you touch him all the time.

“Your fingers are digging into me,” he complained, his face turning to face your neck. You let go of him. Normal Leviathan would never voice his discomfort, just suffer in silence.

You quickly slipped him off of you and stood up from the chair you were sitting in. You settled him back into his stupid blue gaming chair while he watched you in confusion.

“Where are you going?” He grabbed your wrist before you could leave. You pulled away.

“I’ll be back,” you promised, dodging when he went to grab you again.

You rushed to your room and into your bathroom. You began to dig through your cabinets to look for medicine. You found the right bottle and went to grab and wet a face rag.

You ran back, scaring him half to death with how you slammed the door open.

“Here!” You gave him a pill from the bottle. He swallowed it dry without any hesitation. You almost shook in delight. The undeniable trust he had in you was clear. You were clearly the best partner ever.

You led him over to his tub and cushioned him on the pillows and bundled him in the blankets.

You put the rag on his forehead after grabbing one of his headbands to keep his hair off his forehead. He stared up at you unsurely.

“I don’t have a fever…” He mumbled and peeled the wet cloth off his forehead.

“What?” You put a hand on his forehead and faltered. “…Oh.”

“It’s OK.” he placed it back on, eyes closing. “It kinda felt nice.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good.” He scooted over and you took the hint to get into the tub with him. “Did the medicine work yet?”

“Um, no.”

“What? It usually works right away for me…” You reached over the side and picked up the bottle. You squinted at it, wondering if it was the wrong one. Levi leaned closer, resting his head on your shoulder.

“…Human medicine might not work on demons but IDK.” You threw the bottle at the wall. You sighed out heavily. All your running around for nothing.

“Well, how do you usually deal with being sick?” You asked him, trying to ignore the sensation of his breath on your neck.

“Nothing.” He turned and threw an arm over you, trying to dig his face further into the crook of your neck and shoulder. The wet rag fell onto you. You held back a grimace. “I get better in like a day or two, to be honest.”

You stared at the ceiling, grumpy. Your plan hadn’t worked. You had made a fool of yourself. He probably didn’t trust you to the point of taking a random pill from you. He was just sick and delirious or something.

“Demons don’t usually worry about being sick like you humans. We don’t die from it, like, ever.” He continued to rub it in. “It still sucks though. But… you being with me makes it better.”

“Would you say that still if you weren’t sick?” You huffed, looking off to the side. He shuffled beside you, clearly unsure where your attitude had come from.

“Uh, yeah? You’re like the best person ever.” You turned your head to face him, surprised. “My day is always better when you’re around. I like it even if you’re just in the room and I’m playing a game or whatever, lol. Didn’t you know that already?”

“…No.” You did, but you also liked to hear it once in awhile. You grinned when you got an idea. An idea that would only work with a less shy and more sick Levi. “Can you tell me some more?”

[marvelettesassemblenow]

A Love Like Ours

Pairing: Stucky x female reader 

Summary: 40s fic: Steve, Bucky and you – there was barely a moment when the three of you weren’t together. A friendship like that was rare and you were all looking out for each other. But with ups came downs and then Bucky had to leave for the war – and Steve followed.  

Word Count:  ~4.2k

Warnings: angst to fluff with a happy ending, mentions of war and possible death, mentions of losing weight (its not described how the reader looks though, just that the clothes are a little bit more lose) due to side effects of war and me not having a clue how it really has been 

A/N: This is for @motsdouxdejanie Forget-Me-Not creative challenge. When I saw the prompts I knew immediately that it had to be a 40s fic and then I couldn’t decide if it should be a Steve or Bucky fic, so this happened. Thank you sooo much for beta reading this @jenniweaslee and the prompts I used were: 

Snowdrop = friend(s) in need / consolation / “I promise I’m always here for you.” 

Heath = healing from within / “Wish me luck.” / wishes coming true 

Holly = “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” 

Ivy Geranium = “May I have the next dance?” 

Having a friendship with Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes was one of the best things that could have ever happened to you – even though it was hard sometimes. Like right in that moment. “Steve, open up!” your fist hammered against the door. You were sure that Steve’s neighbour would come out and complain soon, but you hadn’t seen Steve in two days and his spare key wasn’t where it used to be.

After a phone call with your other friend who also had not seen the young blonde in days, you were on your way to check in on him. Both of you were concerned with Steve’s health, especially now that Steve was living on his own. “Steve Rogers, you open the door right now, or else!” You stopped, as you didn’t know what to do then. You would have to call Bucky so that he  could break open the door, but that would mean that you had to either bike home or to Bucky’s place. Which would mean that your plans for the evening would be ruined. Asking Steve’s neighbour if you could use her phone was out of question, as she didn’t like you. She was old and she was a firm believer about women not going unchaperoned into a man’s apartment.Your family didn’t share the same opinion and it was even less of a problem with them, since you have been friends with the two guys since you were little. “Steve,” you tried for the last time and then you heard the faint sound of footsteps and the clicking before the door was opened. “Oh Steve,” you said, once you got a good look at him. “Why didn’t you call us?” You pushed him softly out of the way, so you could enter the apartment. 

“It’s not that bad,” Steve croaked as you closed the door and pushed him towards the small living room with the kitchen. 

“It is freezing in here, Steve.” 

“I’m out of coals,” he mumbled and you pushed him towards the couch. 

“Okay, we’ll work on that. Bucky will bring some and I’ll make you something warm to eat,” you promised and went into his bedroom to grab a blanket and an extra pair of socks. After wrapping him in two blankets and struggling to get the socks on his feet, you went over to the phone. Steve couldn’t make out what you were saying, as sleep was taking over. 

The next thing he knew was that he felt warm and he smelled something nice. He could also hear hushed voices. “He should move in with one of us. He is sick and no one knew! It was freezing in here and I just don’t know why he didn’t call for help,” he heard your voice say. 

“Come here,” that must have been Bucky. “We’ll figure something out, but first we need to get Stevie back to health. I’ll check in on him, see if he can eat some of your soup.” 

“Hey punk,” he heard Bucky’s voice before he saw his head in front of him. “You scared us. Want some soup?” 

“I’m sorry,” Steve’s voice was quiet and so he just nodded to show he was up for something warm. Not long after that he was squeezed between his two best friends, sharing their blanket and body warmth. “Did you came from work?” he asked Bucky when he took in his attire. 

“Yup, I brought some coals on the way,” he confirmed and slurped his soup loudly. 

He looked at his other side and only noticed then the styled hair and the make-up on your face. “Oh no, your date,” Steve said, ashamed. 

“Don’t worry, Steve,” you patted his leg over the blanket. “I cancelled. I’d rather be here anyway.” He saw you shrugging but he remembered how excited you were when you were asked out. And that was exactly why Steve felt guilty. He kept his best friends from living their life. 

“I don’t want to be your pity date,” Steve grumbled and you threw your hands in the air. This man would be the reason for you to get your first grey hairs! 

“Okay, good. I’ll ask someone else then,” you huffed and walked away. You were annoyed! Steve’s mood was bad. Since Bucky got his orders and he wasn’t accepted, Steve kept trying and it was exhausting. Doubling that with the worry and fear you had for Bucky, made you miserable as well. But this was Bucky’s last night here and even if you could do nothing else, you wanted him to have a nice memory to look back on. 

You and Bucky had begged Steve to move in with you when Bucky’s letter came. Even your tears hadn’t helped. Why did both of your friends have to be so stubborn? That night had ended with a sleepover with the three of you, everyone touching, afraid that it would never be the same again. 

“Is the punk causing trouble?” An arm was slung around your shoulder. 

“He is in a mood. Don’t know how I will keep him in check without you here,” you admitted. “You better come back to help me out,” you added and slung your arm around his waist and squeezed before you let go again. 

“You’ll manage, you always do. Will you bring someone tonight?” he asked. 

“I asked Steve, he said he didn’t want a pity date,” you answered and he picked up the sad tone in your voice. “I’ll find someone. If not, I’ll come alone, it won’t be a problem.” 

“Okay, I could always,” he started to offer to come alone too, but you interrupted him immediately, telling him he shouldn’t have to do that and that you’d see him later in the day. 

And so a few hours later, you were at the Stark Expo with your two best friends. You didn’t ask anyone to come with you, simply because it was Bucky’s last night and you didn’t want to divide your attention. While Steve didn’t want to be your pity date, he sure didn’t have a problem with the extra girl that Bucky brought along. Although she did not seem as excited as Bucky’s date. You were walking with the four of them and when you saw a photo booth, you immediately got excited! And while the girl on Bucky’s arm seemed excited too, her smile faded once her date grabbed you and Steve by the arm and pulled you along. You actually never really saw the picture that was taken as Bucky pocketed it once he was handed it. He offered to take one with his date afterwards and she seemed pleased at that.  You noticed though that this time he handed her the picture, but the one of the three of you was still safely in his new military uniform. 

You had a good night – until you came across the military propaganda. Then the usual fight broke out again, but this time you didn’t hold back. 

“Why are you so determined to get killed?” you yelled at Steve when he wanted to try to get into the army again. 

“I know I am sick, you don’t have to remind me every chance you get. That’s why I want to do it, I want to give something back. I want to help! I am useless here, I can’t provide for anyone.” 

“So getting killed is better? It’s okay that Bucky has to leave? And you’re so set on leaving me too? What do you think will happen there, Stevie? What will you do when it gets cold? Your body can’t handle the cold here, how will it handle it in a war?” You were so angry, tears started to gather in your eyes. “What is so wrong with staying here and staying safe? We help from here too! This,” you pointed at the stupid sign that you hated so much “will be your death. Whether you want to hear it or not. And I simply don’t want to lose you!”  

When you looked into Steve’s eyes, you saw that his opinion hadn’t changed and it was your cue to leave. You needed to get away for a while. 

You never went to bed angry at each other. If you had a fight, you would apologize and so you expected to see Steve that night. But when only Bucky stood in front of your door, you started to cry again. Your tears soaked Bucky’s new uniform. “He’ll come around. I told him to keep an eye out for you. You have to promise me that you’ll look out for each other!” 

“I will, if you promise to take care of yourself.” He promised and when he left, you saw tears in his eyes too.  You knew that he would shed them once you were out of view. You didn’t really sleep that night and Bucky told you not to send him off, so you made your way over to Steve to clear the air and suffer together. Before you could go inside or knock, you spotted an envelope with your name on it at the door. 

You don’t have any idea how hard it is for me to write this letter. You might think that I don’t care about you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth! That’s why I’m writing to you – because I know if I looked into your eyes, I wouldn’t be able to go. I need to do this, I need to do it for myself. I know you say all the time that we look out for each other, but it always feels like just you and Bucky are looking out for me. I have an opportunity to prove myself now – for you, for Buck, for me. Please don’t cry, I promise I’ll come back to you. I promise I’m always here for you.  I’ll write you as soon as I can. 

Yours always, 

Steve 

You came to talk to your friend, hug it out and be there for each other. Now your heart was breaking even more because you’ve also lost Steve. For over a decade, it was always Bucky, Steve and you. And now without them there with you, you felt lost. Letters started to arrive from both of them. Bucky’s letters were more about your wellbeing and advice and telling you to not take the job at the factory. Then suddenly his letters took a turn. They were full of memories that the three of you shared and your heart ached, because you couldn’t be there for him. You were sure that he wasn’t feeling his best, as he never mentioned anything going on over there. 

Steve’s letters were something else. Mostly because Steve was different in some aspects. He told you all about what he went through.  You had to read the letter at least four times before you could comprehend that that stupid punk had let himself injected with something to make him stronger without thinking twice about it. But his letters were more optimistic and at least he was happy that he could finally do what he had always wanted.  

You haven’t gone dancing in ages. Simply because there hadn’t been a reason for you to go. However, with the men slowly returning from war, the dance halls were getting more attention. And so you hadn’t found a reason to say no to your coworker when she begged you to accompany her that night. 

Your shoes were uncomfortable as you hadn’t worn them in ages. Your dress was a little bit more loose than it should be, but that was a problem most people had these days. Looking in the mirror reminded you of Steve and how you and Bucky were always determined to bring back home more food, so that his clothes would not be that loose anymore. Your thoughts went to your best friends and your heart ached, but that wasn’t unusual. You hadn’t heard from them in a while. Before you could suffer more, you grabbed your coat and went to pick up your coworker. 

The dance hall was pretty crowded when you arrived. The men were doing rounds to dance with as many women as they could. After two dances you went over to the bar to grab a drink. It was also crowded there, but suddenly most of them left and went in the direction of the door. You quickly ordered a drink since you now had the attention of the bartender. 

“May I have the next dance?” a voice next to you asked. You were about to decline when you turned around and saw the face of the man asking you. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that you promised me a dance before I left?” He smirked and you threw yourself at him. 

“Are you for real?” you asked. You stepped back without letting go of him just so you could get a closer look at him. “Are you really here?” Maybe your eyes were playing a joke on you – it wasn’t the first time you daydreamed that your guys would come back but this felt so real. 

“I’m here, doll. I came back to you,” he confirmed. “I brought Steve too.” 

A breath of relief left your lips. “Where is he?” You looked around. The group of people were blocking your view, but you couldn’t spot Steve. 

“He may look a bit different now.” Bucky turned you around so you were facing the crowd without his arm leaving your waist. “Maybe a bit taller too,” he pointed at a tall guy looking overwhelmed until his eyes met yours. 

“No way,” you said, but the smile that grew on the blonde’s face told you that it was really your Stevie. The crowd parted as he walked directly towards you. Your name left his lips and suddenly you were in an unfamiliar hug. 

“I missed you. I missed you so much,” Steve repeated and didn’t let go of you, not even when someone cleared his throat repeatedly next to him. 

“Excuse me,” someone said. 

“No, I’m sorry. Can’t you see that there's a reunion happening here? You’re interrupting.” You heard Bucky’s voice, but Steve didn’t seem to care and neither did you as you couldn’t process that both of them were really here. When Bucky is about to shoo another person away, you finally let go of each other. 

“What is going on?” you asked Steve and put a hand on his face that was oddly familiar and still strange at the same time. “What do they want?” Your eyes wandered from Steve’s face to Bucky’s and you noticed the crowd that had gathered around you. 

“Can you tell us the story how your saved the life of almost a whole garrison?” someone asked. 

“Imagine we get to hear the story from Captain America himself!” someone whisper yelled. 

“Captain America?” you asked confused. Of course you had heard about him, the placards were everywhere but you didn’t really look at them. You tried to ignore everything, especially the stuff that tried to get even more people to join the war. 

“Can we get out of here?” Steve asked you and you nodded. You told them you had to use the bathroom before you could leave and you promised to see them outside. There were two women already in the bathroom as you went into an empty stall. 

“It’s not fair,” you heard their voices over the faint music that was coming from the hall. “They didn’t even look at anyone else.” 

“They’ve been friends forever. Of course they would stop to see her first. You better get on her good side, they won’t even look at someone who can’t get along with her. Kind of annoying, but if that’s what I have to do, I will. I would have never thought that Steve would get more attractive than Bucky, can you…” the second voice cut off as they left the room. You were confused what you had heard. Is this what people thought about? You quickly finished your business and washed your hands and went outside to find your friends. 

“You ready to go?” Bucky asked you as soon as you stepped outside and fastened the belt of your coat. Just to your right were two women touching Steve’s arm. You nodded towards Bucky. “You coming, punk?” He yelled and put your arm through his as if he never went away. You started walking in the direction of your apartment and only a few steps later, you felt an unfamiliar hand on your back. You turned around to take a look and saw Steve – the new Steve with that strange but oddly familiar face. 

“Do you still live above Mrs. Hudson's place?” Steve asked and you nodded. At least his voice hadn’t changed at all. 

“She will be glad to see that you both made it back. She was always fond of you,” you replied. The walk to your apartment wasn’t long and it was filled with a silence that was unusual, but somehow you felt that the talk the three of you had to have would be better suited to be held inside. And you were all well past the part where you would do small talk, but it still felt good to have both of your guys touching you. 

The guys followed you into the flat and pulled of their shoes immediately and put them next to yours. You didn’t know what it was, but the sight of their shoes next to you was your breaking point. Suddenly you started to sob and two arms wrapped around you before you could even realize what was going on. 

“We’re here. We’re okay,” Steve’s voice said into your ear and he mumbled promises and assured you that they were both back until you calmed down. You almost apologized, but then thought better of it. There was nothing that you needed to apologize for. Steve guided you towards your living room where your old couch stood. Bucky had already filled a glass with water and held it out to you while Steve dabbed your tears away with a tissue. 

Suddenly there was knocking on your door. Bucky and Steve shared a glance that you missed, as you were wiping the last tears away with your hands when you stood up to open the door. It was kind of late, that meant it could only be one person. It was confirmed when you heard your name through the door. 

“Hi Mrs. Hudson,” you greeted your landlady at the door. 

“I heard some noises and wanted to make sure that you’re okay,” the little lady said but stopped when she saw your face. You knew that she wanted to ask, but was afraid to do so. There had been too many tears lately, but then her eyes grew wide when she looked behind you. “Your boys are back? Oh, this must be happy tears then.” She made a motion for them to come nearer, but when they took too long, she stepped around you and hugged first Bucky and then Steve. She didn’t comment on their appearances. “I’m happy you guys made it back! I tried to look out for your girl, but she’s a stubborn one. Oh, I forgot who I’m talking to – I'm getting old and I tend to forget things, but you both know her way better than I do. She helped a lot around here and I hope that I will see her smiling again soon.” She patted both of their hands. “I will let you alone now, I bet you have a lot to catch up on.” 

Before she walked through the door she turned towards you again. “See I told you these two would come back to you. Not even a war can break a love like that.” Then she walked down the stairs and you stood at the door with your mouth wide open. A love like that? 

“What’s with that expression?” Bucky asked and closed the door as you were still standing there. “Don’t tell me you only realized it now?” he laughed, but when you didn’t reply, he turned serious. 

“This isn’t a talk we should have in the hallway,” Steve’s voice came from the background. And so you found yourself again on your couch with the two of them. 

“This is a lot,” you finally said and closed your eyes for a second. “Where are you guys staying? They gave away your flat,” you patted Steve’s leg and stood up to disappear in your bedroom. Under your bed was a box that you took out. You tried to blew the dust of the cover but gave up soon. “I managed to sneak in and rescued a few things.” You placed the box on his lap and stared expectantly at him. Slowly he opened the lid. Inside were a few things: A small bottle with perfume, almost empty, but it still smelled like his mom, his mom's book with recipes, a sketchbook from him and a few pictures. 

“I had to take them out of their frames because it got so heavy and I didn’t have as much time as I wish I had. But I thought it was important to save these,” you apologized. Slowly, Steve put the box between him and Bucky on the couch.  He then got up, closed the gap between the two of you with one step, grabbed your shoulders and pressed his lips to yours. 

“Steve,” you heard a complaint, but you didn’t really care. “Come on, we talked about this.” 

Steve’s lips left yours and instead his forehead pressed against yours. “I love you,” he said without an ounce of a doubt. 

“Now you’re throwing the whole plan away,” you heard Bucky and this time you didn’t ignore him. 

“What plan?” you asked confused. 

Bucky came closer and put his hand on your back and his other on Steve’s. “Oh, we had a plan how to tell you that we’re in love with you. We actually wanted to go easy on you and not kiss you without a warning,” he was looking at Steve now, who didn’t look guilty at all. 

“You’ve already kissed her,” Steve retorted. 

“Punk, we were nine and it didn’t even count. We were just jealous that you had your first kiss already and we didn’t.” 

“And now you’re jealous, because I kissed her and you didn’t.” 

“Guys!” you interrupted them. Both of them looked sheepishly at you. “You love me?” 

“So much!” Bucky affirmed. “We just didn’t really realize what it was. We had time, so many long nights when we were away and we talked and asked ourselves why we were so blind. It has always been you and Stevie for me.” 

“I always thought you would end up with Bucky. I didn’t think you’d want me, but now that I am healthy…I hope…,” Steve added. 

“Steve Rogers, you stop there right now! You always had a chance, you donkey.” You could hear Bucky snicker. “In fact, I asked you to go on a date with me and you refused. Whatever this is,” you stepped away to point up and down his body, “doesn’t change who you are. I don’t care about your body, I care about the caring, stubborn human inside. You broke my heart when you left. Bucky had to go, but you had a chance to stay and you decided to leave me.” You stopped for a moment and looked at both of them. While you had stepped away from them, they had stayed close together with Bucky’s hand wrapped around the taller one’s back. “Did you... did you leave so you could look after Bucky? I can’t believe you’re doing it again! Every time you’re do something reckless, you give me a reason to not stay mad at you.” 

“He wouldn’t be Steve, if he didn’t,” Bucky confirmed. He came closer. “Can I kiss you too?” He asked and you nodded. How could you not? Bucky’s kiss was softer, more like he treasured the moment, while Steve’s felt like he would burst if he didn’t get the contact he wanted. “I love you too, so much,” Bucky mumbled against your lips, not ready to lose the contact yet. 

“And I love you,” you grabbed his face and stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. 

“So, about where we’ll stay… We would have crashed at my mom’s place, but it’s already late. So maybe we could stay here?” You hit his chest, as you knew that was his plan all along. 

“Hey careful,” he said and you stopped, afraid that you had hurt him. “There’s something important there.” He pulled out a photo. Bucky had told you that he had carried it everywhere and handed it to you. It was the photo you had taken on your last night together. While you smiled at the camera, Bucky looked at you full of love and Steve was looking at Bucky as if he had hung the moon. 

“Yeah sure, it might be a bit tight, but you can stay here,” you said, your gaze not leaving the picture and missing the relieved look the both of them shared. 

When Steve said your name, you finally looked up and saw the two of them holding each other while facing you. “We won’t leave you again, we promise,” he said and you placed the photo carefully on the table before joining them in their embrace. You could talk about everything else tomorrow, or the day after that, because now you were finally together again and you felt whole. 

I actually enjoyed writing this so much! If you made it this far and liked it - it would make my day to see a reblog or small comment! <3

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SoapGhost ( lil goofy prompt i made, but ignore the title bc i have no clue what to put up here. 😔 )

This was bad. This was very bad. Tomorrow was Ghost’s birthday, and Soap couldn’t get him anything. After a mission gone lopsided, Soap had been bedridden. Of course he recovered well, he even got gifts from Price, Gaz, and Laswell- which was strange, but hey, he wasn’t about to complain when he was getting free art supplies. ( Soap draws very well, and enjoys doing art. ) Soap wasn’t supposed to be too active, meaning he couldn’t go on a scavenger trip to hunt down the perfect gift for the perfect man because the doctor didn’t want him messing up the stitchings. Soap had spent the whole day trying to think of a good gift to give Ghost, since “birthdays” were a sensitive topic to Ghost. Or so Soap thinks anyway. Soap gets forcefully snapped out of his thoughts when his sketchpad falls out of his pocket.

“Oh-“ Soap jumps, startled from the sound of the sketchpad meeting the floor.

Soap picks the sketchpad which had been neglected for days, flipping through it. Scenery, plants, and other things filled the pages of the sketchpad. Especially Ghost. Definitely Ghost. Suddenly, the force of the universe and gods combined hits Soap. If I can’t buy Lt anything.. I’ll make him something. Something good. If there was one thing Soap was good at other than exploding things and making them fly sky-high, it was drawing and painting. So that’s exactly what I’ll make Ghost. Soap heads to his room, and of course, the gifts Price, Gaz, and Laswell left for him was lying around. Perfect, Soap thought to himself as he seats himself and gets to work. He spends the whole day painting a portrait of Simon in detail. Not Ghost, but Simon. Soap had only seen Simon once, but Ghost’s face was etched into Soap’s mind, and made a permeant home in Soap’s heart. At night, the painting finally dries and Soap wraps it up neatly before hitting the hay, beat from a whole day of stroking brushes.

…

Today was Ghost’s birthday. Nobody really threw a party or anything of that sort because in the previous years where there was one, it was awkward and resulted in Ghost storming out of the bar, where the party was chosen to be. Everyone had acted like Ghost didn’t have a birthday ever since. Ghost didn’t seem to mind. But Soap knew better. He could see right through Ghost. Today was going to be difficult for him. He’ll get all sorts of stares, and people would most definitely avoid Ghost more than they usually do, or just end up giving Ghost a awkward moment. Soap couldn’t fathom how Ghost handles all that. Soap just wants Ghost to be happy on his Birthday, its not a everyday opportunity after all. Soap chose to give his gift to Ghost at night, when everything was quiet, and there was more privacy. When Soap approached Ghost’s room, he felt sick to his stomach, what if Ghost didn’t like the gift..? What if Soap’s gift offends Ghost? Or maybe Ghost is going to say Soap’s art skills are straight up rubbish. However before Soap could stop himself, he was already knocking on Ghost’s door. Oh well, theres no more turning back now. Soap thought, hiding the gift behind his back.

A few beats of silence occur before Ghost opens the door, “Sergeant.” Ghost greets Soap.

“Hey Lt. Mind if I come in?” Soap asks.

Ghost steps aside, letting Soap walk into his room with a confused gaze.

When Ghost finally shuts the door and turns to look at Soap, does Soap pull out the neatly wrapped gift, cheek blooming rose red. “Happy Birthday Lt.” Soap shoots his superior a sheepish grin. Soap expected to be shooed out of the room or get criticized, but what happened next was something he never expected. Ghost pulls Soap in for a tight hug.

“I thought you forgot.” Ghost- no. Simon whispered softly to Soap.

“Never Lt. Not even if you wished.” Soap grins, hugging Ghost back. Soap winces as Simon hugs him even tighter. “Ow. You’re gonna mess up my stitches, Simon. Now open your gift, cmon.”

Soap was sure he could see Ghost’s hands falter a bit before unwrapping the present with so much care. Ghost froze when the wrapper was off. The silence killed Soap.

“What wrong Simon…? Do you not like it? I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“ Soap started before Ghost cut him off.

“How..” Ghost started. “Why..” He was at a loss for words. Soap had hardly missed any details, it was almost as if he knew Simon’s body more than Ghost himself.

“Do you like it..?” Soap asked slowly.

“Too much, Johnny.” Ghost responds before dragging Soap in for another hug. This birthday wasn’t so bad after all. And Simon knew he’d frame and treasure the gift Johnny made for him forever.

Fin.

(Uh yeah and im half asleep while making this so forgive me if theres any spelling errors.. im gonna go AUGHHH MIMIMIMI now before i start flushing toilets for no reasons again bc im so unfocused.)

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more things from the linz show

i will preface this by saying i wasn't able to get the vip golden circle section of the floor when i was buying the tickets so i """"only"""" stood right behind the barricade that separated the vip section from the normal section of the floor and while i mourned quite intensely not being as close to the stage as i had originally hoped for a moment i'm now realizing i have pretty much nothing to complain abt bc the spot i got was still pretty amazing. the reason i'm saying this is that if any of this turns out to be inaccurate or feels lacking it's because there were times where i had a pretty suckass view of the stage bc someone's head was in the way and i'm 5'3 LOL. but like 75% of the time i was able to see everything & i had the best time at the show : -)

they took SO LONG to come onstage after inhaler came out which is understandable considering it's their first show after a slight break so everything has to be put in order again but it was still so confusing lmao we were cheering like 3 or 4 separate times while the sound technician guys were still bringing out gear every time it got slightly dark bc we thought this was finally it but it never was. idk if the length & the confusion was like amplified by the fact that my legs & back were actively killing me and i was starving and dying and desperate for them to finally come out but yeah. many such cases

this thing was briefly displayed during the sound checking at one point. is it like. a car wheel.

there was literally the weirdest deal with the security guys at the barricade. before the show started they brought out this huge tank of water with two long packs of paper cups & everyone around me pretty much concluded that like oh they're gonna hand out water to ppl if they feel thirsty. makes sense. but then when ppl started reaching out their hands asking for a drink the security guy would like start laughing and tell us that it isn't drinking water (?) plus there were other security guys coming over to tell him not to give us the water but when ppl begged rly intensely he would hand them a cup. like rly reluctantly & mostly ignoring the ppl right against the barricade & only giving it to the ppl in like the third or four row AND also laughing at us the whole time like this is the last one i'm giving you guys!!! at this point i had run out of my own water & couldn't leave my spot to go out and buy a drink so i didn't care abt anything and was one of the ppl who were reaching out their hands but he always ignored me even though he stood right in front of me LOL. fast forward to the end of the am show and there is a different security guy at the barricade and he's like giving water to EVERYONE who barely lifts a finger to ask for it no problem & no one is like actively preventing him from doing it anymore. so. literally no clue what that one was about

my honest reaction to inhaler after seeing them for the 1st time not knowing any songs: really good!!!!! very good energy. will admit that all the songs pretty much sounded the same to me but a couple of them stood out and during 'if you're gonna break my heart' a lot of us did the waving the phone flashlights thing and the photographer took a picture of us <3

there were two girls at the barricade next to me who looked like this 😐🙄😒 the entire time + only knew the lyrics to snap out of it & diwk + only got excited when they played a song off of am and one of them was actively browsing tiktok at several points during the show & i was like okay. what was even like the point of you coming to the show then why don't we all kill ourselves. but whatever

(also they literally just spent the show recording like 1 minute long videos of every song & blocking my view of the stage w the phones i wanted to shred and murder)

when they came out with sculptures i. had a moment. also he did the lifting the mic stand thing again as usual. Classic

brianstorm is insane live. we all know this. yet i still wasn't prepared like matt is quite genuinely a beast

alex was saying soooooo much stupid shit i’m forgetting a lot of what he said but most of it was just like shouting "LINZ!!!" he rly enjoyed that one. also he said "hello!!!" at one point as well as asking us like how we were doing and thanking us :-)

overall he seemed to be having a great time like he sounded genuinely excited & like obviously pleased at how enthusiastic the crowd was <3

when they got to the 'but it don't sound much like you' part in snap out of it i was wondering whether he'd say 'girl' or 'mama' but he said darling......

he announced crying lightning by just shouting "crying lightning!!" like. spitting straight facts i guess. same thing with pretty visitors but he didn’t shout that one he just like Said it. I guess

during the last verse before the solo in don't sit down he sang 'but just don't sit down because i moved your chair.........OVER THEREEEEEEEEE' IT WAS SOOOOOO MY JAW GENUINELY DROPPED HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT..

also what ppl have said aby his voice irl being higher than you'd expect is so true!!!! in a rly strange way it's not rly as deep as the videos make it out to be like there is a quality to the tone/pitch of his voice that doesn't really translate through like recorded footage. doesthat make sense

they played these short little instrumental interludes between the songs like they always do but at one point it genuinely sounded as if they were gonna play when the sound goes down. they didn't but honestly seeing how the rest of the show turned out i honestlyfinal think that would've been like the final nail to my coffin

ppl waved their arms during the pretty visitors chorus!!! (i also waved them)

SUCK IT AND SEE...............i'm honestly still in disbelief like it started out soooo slow and quiet and beautiful and sad and gradual without guitar it honestly took me like 7 seconds to even recognize the song bc out of all of the new additions to the setlist i was expecting to witness that song was NOT . one of them

after sias he said 'thank you linz..........sensational....' or sth to that effect i think. blushing and kicking my feet

i'm not joking when i say i'm literally like typing this through a mist of sweat bc i still haven't recovered but yeah immediately after sias ended he said sth like 'we'd like to play a song from our latest record called the car now' so I’m already SCREAMING like browsing the album in my head like okay big ideas i ain’t quite hello you maybe. and he goes 'it's called perfect sense' .

to make a long story short i barely got out of that one alive like hearing & singing 'sometimes i wrap my head around it all and it makes perfect sense' while being in the process of witnessing something you know you're gonna spend the next like six months actively trying to wrap your head around to make it make sense is UM.

ANYWAY. STAR TREATMENT WAS SOOOOOO INCREDIBLE & SO BEAUTIFUL i will forever defend it as the best version of the song there is unless they outdo themselves of course like the guitar arrangement is AMAZING. also the lights were sooooo pretty during it they like orbited the arch around matt's drumkit & illuminated the ceiling & everything......sooooo pretty + alex's voice was AMAZING

also i spent a few more hours brain searching and yeah i'm pretty sure he said 'i just wanted a jet ski for the moat' instead of 'i just wanted to be one of the strokes' at the beginning BUT i'm like 99% sure i heard 'i just wanted to be a jet ski on the moat' at first which i'm devastated isn't the case because that would be the silliest fucking thing ever but alas. it's still SO funny

jamie is such a king..................out of the 4 of them he was the one i had the best view of & he sat down to play the keyboard for two songs i think four out of five was one of them and 505 the other. and he SLAYED IT

NICK IS SO BEAUTIFUL.................................

everyone’s backing vocals were AMAZING

before they played fluorescent adolescent alex said sth like 'take it away, matthew...' EVERYONE SCREAMED SOOOOOOOO LOUD when they started playing the song the girls next to me were like covering their mouths in surprise & we all went completely insane

like genuinely the crowd was . DEAFENING at times esp during the bigger songs like i was actively shouting at the top of my lungs and i COULDN'T HEAR MYSELF. it was INCREDIBLE genuinely like it exceeded my wildest expectations my ears are still ringing

[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 2

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding.

Summery: Rin is about to get a taste of what it is like to live with Dabi, and she is not exactly a fan.

Word count: 5025

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Chapter 2

“That's perfectly okay, that’s not what we need you to do. And as long as you do what you're told then we will not have an problem’s Miss Nakano,” the cloud of smoke answered, sounding almost like they were discussing business matters rather than her life.

“Dabi you will be responsible for her, and remember try not to kill her,” the scratchy voice called out as a red eye glanced at her from behind the hand on his face. As his fingers scratched at the skin of his neck softly.

“Oh hell no, I am not spending any more time with this asshole,” she growled as she jabbed her thumb at the dark haired man behind her who had shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants less than pleased himself but he had been aware that he would be stuck babysitting the woman before hand. But that didn’t stop her from glancing around at everyone else in the room.

“Hell I’ll willingly stay with anyone but him,” she growled softly as she looked around. Even though she didn’t know any of the people in the room. She would have rather been dumped on them. Though Toga looked like she wanted to kill her, the lizard looked unpleased and bored, a man hid behind a mask made it impossible for her to tell what he was thinking. A large man? okay maybe it was a woman, stood back mumbling about how unlady like she was being. Another man seemed to be arguing with himself? Well fuck no wonder the man who kidnapped her was the one who was stuck babysitting it seemed he may actually be the most sane of the group.

“You think I’m pleased to have to babysit you princess?” Was the growl of a question that came from behind her. She was quick to turn her head and glare back at the man. But honestly she didn’t have a comeback that wouldn’t start a war, as she glared at him. Her jaw clenched as she tried to keep herself from starting a fight with the man again. It also made sense to have him in charge of her. He was clearly well skilled at fighting and his quirk probably was the best for dealing with her.

“Whatever,” she mumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest, still not happy as she was pretty much pouting. But no longer was she going to complain, at least not at this moment.

“We’re done here then,” the rough and raw voice called out to everyone. And with that she watched them all start to make their way out of the building. Though two stayed back. It was clear the man with the hands all over him was the leader of the group and the cloud of smoke was his right hand man, or at least that’s the impression she got since the two were the ones giving orders.

“Well you heard the boss come along princess,” the voice behind her called out as he turned to leave.

“Don’t call me princess,” she hissed at him as she followed after him.

“Alright then little mouse,” he called out over his shoulder.

“I have a name,” she growled at him as she followed him out of the building and down the street. She didn’t have a clue where they were going.

“Like I give a damn,” was his lazy response to her growling at him. How annoying. Rin hated the man and how annoying she found him to be and she had only spent less than an hour with him. She had a feeling these days to follow where going to be hell. This man made it clear he didn’t like her, and she made it clear she didn’t like him. She wondered who was going to try and kill who first. This was not going to be fun at all. She nearly groaned as the thought crossed her mind as they walked to a rather nice looking apartment.

She was rather surprised to find the man living in a rather nice looking place. Maybe it was a bit unfair but she had almost assumed they would be at some dump of a place. But it seemed the man had at least a decent taste in places to live. Wasn’t no 5 star place but it was far from the dump she had expected. She followed the man into the building and up the stairs. It seemed he wasn’t a fan of taking the elevator, was it simply due to her being with him or a different reason? She wasn’t sure nor was she about to ask him. Though she didn’t like the idea of climbing all the stairs to reach the top level, she had a feeling he just wanted to watch her suffer as she climbed the stairs, her tired body protesting the work.

She kept her complaints quiet as she forced herself on as finally out of breath and tired she was happy to see no more stairs as she followed him down the hall staying only a few steps behind him as she watched till he stopped in front of a door and pulled a set of keys from his pants pocket. She watched him open the door and look over at her waiting for her to walk in before he followed after her ensuring she couldn’t try and take off running once he walked into the apartment. She slipped her shoes off but was hesitant to walk further into the apartment before a rough hand pushed the middle of her shoulder blades forcing her to stumble forwards.

“Hey!” She hissed spinning to glare up at the man who looked unconcerned with the fact he had roughly pushed her forwards when she hesitated.

“Move it,” he growled down at her, his pale blue eyes hard as he glared down at her. She had to bite back a reply of ‘make me’ as she knew he would. Though it seemed he could see her rolling over the thought of giving a snarky reply before she glared at him and huffed before turning and walking into the apartment. She could hear the low chuckle from him but chose not to say anything as she glanced around softly. The place is definitely a lot nicer than she expected and yet looked so normal. Then again what exactly was she expecting from a villain? It wasn’t like the man was gonna have some weird sign above his front door announcing a villain lives here. Not that the place was some dump, or even a dark looking place.

She was still a bit skeptical as she walked in and glanced around the place. It was neat and tidy also, surprising she had not met too many men who could clean up after themselves. Then again it may not have been fair comparing him to the men she had previously dated after high school. But still the place was clean, modern fly decorated. Though she quickly noticed the lack of personal effects in the home. No pictures on the walls, no family photos, no photos of himself even. Then again maybe it was a safety precaution? Not wanting anyone to know his real identity since he was a villain. She forgot easily how much different he and her probably lived their lives. She had photos of her friends and herself hung up around her place. An old family photo of herself with her parents when she was a wee child, she didn’t have anything to hide. More importantly, she was unaware that she had pride in her family and who her parents were.

But at the moment she was tired, and still weary as she glanced back over her shoulder at the man as she walked into his living room. He just walked past her and plopped himself down onto the couch. He didn’t seem to have a care that she stood in the middle of the room awkwardly and uncomfortable.

“So what? I’m a prisoner of yours now or something?” She asked her voice hard as she looked at him trying to hold her ground as she watched him sit deep into the couch. His legs spread apart and his arm’s slung over the top making himself look nice and comfortable.

“Yep, so don’t try to run off or I’ll enjoy watching your body burn to a crisp,” he said, the corner of his lips tugging up slightly. She glared at him but didn’t argue. She knew he wasn’t bluffing, he would set her body ablaze if she tried to run for it and escape, and he would probably enjoy it too.

“What ever fine,” she growled, turning on her heels to leave the living room. If she was going to be stuck in his home she was at least going to make herself at home. And that meant she really wanted a shower and some sleep. She was also hungry but sleeping and a shower pulled at her mind first. She was accustomed to skipping meals but she never did well when she skipped sleep. And with the stress of the last hour she could feel a headache coming on. All the more reason she wanted to get cleaned up and find somewhere to sleep.

It seemed her kidnapper, or Dabi as he had been called by his colleagues didn’t seem to care when she left him in the living room to start rummaging around his home. She knew it was rude to just open doors and look into the rooms taking in the layout of the rather large sized apartment. She found two bedrooms, a small hall closet that held towels and sheets and a few random things. That’s what she had been truly looking for as she grabbed herself a clean towel before continuing her search for a bathroom.

It wasn’t hard to find that room either as she happily stripped out of her clothes as she started the water for the shower. The room was already filling with steam by the time she jumped into the shower. The water was incredibly hot when she first slipped under the water. But after the day she had she welcomed the scolding water wishing she could burn away the day. She stood under the water for a rather long time before she finally looked around for some shampoo, body wash and anything she may be able to use. She didn’t care for the scent of his body wash, but then again she didn’t care for the masculine scents of most men's body wash but she didn’t have much choice. She was just thankful the man had more than one of those all in one bottles of hair, body and face wash or whatever cheap all in one bottles she saw way too many men buy and use for every inch of their body.

Finally the water had started to run cold and she couldn’t turn the heat up any higher and she was forced to flee the cooling water. Her skin was a soft pink after the hot water and vicious scrubbing she had given herself while showering. Running the towel over her body and up into her hair she froze with her hands over her head running the towel over her hair when she realized she showered, but now had no clean clothes. She gritted her teeth as one word continuously crossed her mind.

FUCK!

She wasn’t about to put her dirty panties and bra back on. And she really would have rather had something clean to sleep on, she also was not about to just walk around naked either. She may have had no issues making herself feel at home in his house but she wasn’t about to walk around naked in front of a stranger either. That left her with the option of asking to borrow some of his clothes, a shirt at least while she tossed her clothes in the wash so she could put them back on as soon as they were dry.

She was stuck standing naked in the bathroom weighing up her options as she tried to figure out what the hell she was going to do. She really didn’t like the thought of wearing her clothes again. And even if she put them back on how long could she wear them for? She didn’t have any other clothes currently that she could wear. And she doubted Dabi was just going to go out and get her more. But either way she was going to have to ask him for clothes. She sighed, wrapping the towel around her body as she now glared at the bathroom door trying to grow the courage to walk out and beg that man to lend her clothes. She didn’t like that idea at all.

Dabi on the other hand was still in the living room, the tv on but volume turned down and he didn’t even know what was playing. It did not interest him so he wasn’t paying attention. He had watched her storm off before he heard doors open and close as it seemed she was maybe looking for something? His question seemed pretty well answered when he heard the water running for his shower. Seemed she had been looking for the bathroom. But as he sat there listening to the water run he was a bit surprised she just didn’t ask him where the bathroom was. Then again she seemed to be a rather stubborn woman. Finally the water stopped running after what seemed like an easy hour. During the wait Dabi had grabbed himself a beer from his fridge drinking it as he waited. And now he was fetching a second as he heard the water stop. About time he was about to go bang on the door and tell her to stop wasting so much water. Returning to his spot on the couch he flopped back down taking up the same position as he sipped slowly at his beer. It was at least half a can of beer down before he finally heard the bathroom door open. Turning his gaze to the tv he still wasn’t actually watching it as he listened to the soft footsteps slowly make their way towards the living room.

She stopped only poking her head into the room seemingly trying to hide from him. Looking over at her he could see why. Her red hair was still damp and clung to the bare skin of her shoulders and face. The towel wrapped around her body was apparently the only thing on. Dabi felt an eyebrow arch before the corner of his lips tugging up wildly as he felt his skin pull at the first staple that sat closest to his lips.

Nakano’s face was nearly as red as her hair was as she tried to hide herself from his view which was hard as she could feel his eyes watching her every move.

“I need some clothes,” she called out softly, unable to look over at him or meet his gaze as she struggled to contain her embarrassment.

“What was that?” The question was completely mocking her and they both knew it. But still Dabi was going to enjoy this.

“I need some clothes…… please,” she spoke up a little louder and hesitantly added a please to the end before she finally forced herself to look over at the man who was grinning ear to ear enjoying watching the woman swallow her pride, and ask him for clothes to wear.

Oh how Dabi was clearly enjoying watching the woman squirm and try to hide from his eyes as he sat on the couch watching her tightly grip the towel that was the only thing covering her body from his gaze. Her embarrassment was easily visible as a solid pink flush had gone from one cheek over her nose and up the other cheek, even her ears had started to heat up. And Dabi was just simply enjoying this as he watched her as she went from embarrassment to anger as he simply sat back and didn’t even hide his entertainment.

“I’ll take your silence as you're not going to help me, that’s fine I’ll just turn your towel into something to wear,” she threatened with a hiss as Dabi simply let out a deep chuckle.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot,” he said as he chuckled and pushed himself up to his feet before he strolled over towards her before a wide grin pulled at his lips as he looked down at her, “that is if you're even wearing any.”

She wasn’t sure if she was looking at him in disgust or embarrassment or a mixture of both as she wasn’t even sure what to say to the man and his rather blunt words. He sure as shit spoke his mind and it seemed he liked to enjoy watching people’s reactions to his blunt words. As he stepped closer she found herself stepping back wanting to get away from the man as she didn’t trust him at all nor did she wish to be close to him even if she wasn’t nearly naked.

“You’re a cocky son of a bitch aren't you,” she hissed at him trying to keep herself from shivering under his hard gaze after a moment of pause as she hadn’t been sure how to reply to him.

“Oh little mouse you don’t know the half of it,” he said with a deep chuckle as he watched her.

“Whatever. Are you gonna lend me some clothes or not?” She asked glaring up at him as he watched her with that wide shit eating grin on his lips.

“Oh but I think I’d rather watch you walk around naked,” he mused, still grinning down at her.

“That’s fine I’ll just go help myself to your closet then,” she growled up at him. He still looked so entertained even as she rudely attempted to help herself to his clothes not even caring if rummaging through his closet would be rude. He didn’t have the decency to let her live her life in peace so she didn’t see a reason to be nice to the man who was keeping her a prisoner.

“Alright alright little mouse I’ll get you some clothes just calm down,” he said laughing as he walked past her and headed towards his bedroom. She wasn’t sure if she should be following him but she did. She kept herself a good two steps behind him trying to stay out of his arms reach.

She followed him down the hall before she hesitated in the doorway of his room. He strolled into the room without a care while she lingered in the doorway before slowly walking into his room. It felt all sorts of wrong to be stepping into a strange man’s room. And even worse over the fact she was nearly naked. It didn’t help that she did not trust Dabi at all as she stood back watching him closely.

“For a helpless little mouse you’re really trying to glare daggers into my back,” came a deep chuckled remark from the man as he walked over towards his closet not even looking back at her. Though it’s not like he needed to, her gaze had been glaring at him the entire time. If looks could kill he would have been six feet deep already.

“Maybe I’m hoping if I glare hard enough one will materialize,” she hissed at him, still standing a ways back in the middle of his room not taking her eyes off of him for a second even if she was curious to look around the room.

“Feisty for a mouse,” he said with a laugh as one of his cool blue eyes glanced over his shoulder to watch her stand there as she crossed her arms over her chest while one hand continued to hold the towel tightly not risking losing it.

“Just shut up and get me a shirt or something to wear,” she hissed barking an order at him as if she wasn’t a prisoner in his home.

She was fearless, and had been the entire time so far. She met the league, learned she’s a prisoner, and that everyone around her now was clinically insane. And yet she didn’t back down. If Dabi didn’t find her annoying and insufferable he might have found those qualities sexy. But that bright red hair instantly irritated him any time he looked over at her. Even though he knew she had no ties to his own family it didn’t stop him from hating the colour with a burning passion. With a simple white t-shirt in hand he turned towards her. The grin still pulled at his lips as he watched her.

“Hmm I don’t think you're in any position to be barking orders at someone who you were just asking for help from a moment ago,” he said as he held the t-shirt in his hand before slowly walking towards her. He could see the uncertainty flicker in her eyes as she hesitantly took a step back. That was what Dabi wanted to see as that flicker of fear seemed to get his blood pumping. He knew he wasn’t allowed to kill the woman but Shigaraki had not given any other specific orders for what he could or could not do with the woman.

Her face lost some of its colour as she watched him walk towards her stopping a mere foot from her. She could almost feel the heat coming from his body. The smell of smoke and was that tobacco she was smelling? She didn’t think the man smoked? Then again maybe he didn’t and it was an odd similar lingering smell. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped at the top of the towel that wrapped around her body.

“You want something to wear? Well then you better earn it,” Dabi said with a wide grin as he looked down at the woman who was struggling not to cower under his intense gaze as he waved around the shirt he was holding.

Was it really worth this? She could just go back to the bathroom and put her filthy clothes back on. As much as she hated that idea. And yet why had a sinking feeling she had fucked up. He looked over her smirking as he toyed with her. She doubted he was just going to let her go get her old clothes and get dressed. She struggled to swallow as a lump formed in her throat as she struggled to keep herself calm as she forced her eyes to look from the shirt in his hand up to his eyes. He was toying with her and he liked it. That only caused her to glare at him which didn’t help as he seemed to enjoy it.

“And how am I supposed to do that?” She slowly asked through gritted teeth. As she looked up at him.

“Oh that’s a good question. Hmm, how badly do you want some clothes?” He was humming to himself not actually expecting her to answer him and of course she didn’t. It was true how badly did she want some clothes? She had a feeling now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place as she stood before the man who looked to be similar to her in age. He suddenly seemed to come up with an idea as his eyes seemed to shimmer and she swore if that shit eating smirk grew any wider it was gonna rip out a staple or two from his face closest to his lips.

“Well let’s start with the towel, lose it little mouse. Let’s see what my new play toy looks like,” he said, expecting her to lose her composure. And his assumption was correct as she was both irritated and flustered by the request.

“Go to hell. I am not your plaything,” she hissed at him. Which caused his empty left hand to shoot out wrapping his fingers around her throat giving a good squeeze as he watched her eyes grow wide. Her hands let go of the towel and now clawed at the scarred skin of his wrist.

“I don’t think you truly understand your situation, little mouse. Shigaraki may want your powers and knowledge but you yourself are disposable. He left you to me so I’m gonna do with you what I choose,” he said smirking down at her as he leaned in and seemingly to make his point clear he ran his tongue over the soft skin of her right cheek. She struggled to inhale a deep breath of air into her lung's as his grip remained tight around her throat. But more so his thumb and fingers were well placed. Applying their pressure over the carotid arteries slowing down the blood being sent to her brain. She could breathe well enough to not normally black out but his fingers were slowing the blood to her brain. It didn’t take long for her head to start to spin and black dots to start threatening her vision.

“Please,” she begged softly, trying to force the words from her lips though she couldn’t even hear him. Seemed that she must have at least been able to make the words audible enough for him to hear as his fingers slacked a slight bit allowing the much needed blood to travel to her head allowing her to fight off the black dot’s.

All Rin could clearly see was that arrogant smirk that pulled at the man’s lips. It made her want to slap that smirk off his face. But right now all she could do was grip his wrist that still held her neck in his grip. Her head was still spinning but now it seemed manageable for her to remain conscious. She could feel him lean in towards her. His warm breath glanced over her ear as he spoke before he pulled away.

“You should know I always get what I want,” was the taunt that filled her ear as he leaned in towards her. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers as he leaned in. The feel of his white t-shirt against her skin.

Wait!

She could feel her breasts glance across the material of his shirt. Panic set in as her hands left his wrist and flew down her body trying to cover herself and what was now exposed as the towel she had been wearing sat on the ground as a crumpled mess at her feet. Her left hand flew down to cover her lower region while her right arm wrapped around her chest trying to hide as much of her chest as she could. This action seemed to entertain him as he leaned back and laughed before finally letting go of her neck and stepping back to watch her as she stood there trying to cover herself as she glared at him.

“Alright you got what you wanted now hand the shirt over,” she growled at him contemplating if she should just try to take the shirt from him. But then that would require her moving one of her hands and she had no desire to do that either.

“Hmmm I don’t know,” he hummed simply toying with her as he watched her face turn nearly as red as her hair. He assumed it was a mixture of embarrassment and rage that drove her face to change colour. Either way he was finding it entertaining to watch the woman become flustered before him. He wondered how far he could push her buttons, “maybe if you beg.”

“I’d rather rip your throat out than beg you for anything,” she growled up at him as he told her to try begging.

“I would love to see you try,” he said, smirking down at her before he finally tossed the white shirt at her. Moving her right hand instinctively she reached out to grab the shirt before it hit the floor.

“Asshole,” she hissed before she quickly turned around and freed up her other hand as she raised her hands up to slip the shirt over her head pulling it down. She could feel his eyes on her bare backside as she pulled the shirt down her body before growing as she looked down at it. Her hands tugged softly at the hem as she realized it just barely covered her. She pulled the front of the shirt down a little more cussing the back side to lift up revealing the bottom curves of her ass. She wanted to ask him if he had any sweatpants or something else to wear to cover the bottom half of her body. But after the hassle of trying to simply get a shirt from him she wasn’t about to ask for anything else. With that she turned and started to leave the room wanting to get as far away from Dabi as she could. And yet to her disapproval she could hear him silently following after as she walked to the bathroom to gather up her filthy clothes. She kneeled to grab her clothes, not wanting to bend over knowing she would flash Dabi a good view of her lower regions.

“Take a photo, it will last longer,” she hissed as she gathered up her clothes and stood up turning to face the man as he was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom door.

“Don’t think I’ll need to. You ain’t going anywhere soon so I’ll enjoy the view all I want,” he said as his hands were stuffed into his pants pockets as he watched her grind her teeth together as she watched him.

She gave a simple huff deciding to not say anything else as she tried to walk past him as she tried to ignore him. She wanted nothing more than to find somewhere to hide away from those cold blue eyes that watched her every move.

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[solalunar-eclipse]

Sonic Boom - S3E15

Chapter title: Schrödinger's Hedgehog, Part 4

Summary: Mighton and Bolts appear with grave news: their sensors have picked up an incredibly dangerous weapon nearby. However, the one thing they fail to make clear is that their idea of "weapon" and Team Sonic's are…very different, to say the least.

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Sonic sped through the forest, springing over roots and bushes with ease, the speed bringing a big smile to his face. Running without a care in the world was one of his favorite things to do. It always brought him joy, and in this moment, he felt as though nothing could possibly sour his mood—

—and then he slammed directly into someone, sending both himself and the stranger tumbling across the forest floor.

Once the world had (mostly) stopped spinning, Sonic righted himself, only to be met with an equally disoriented Sticks.

“I found you! Finally!” they cried, jumping to their feet. “You’re almost as difficult to get hold of as me, you know that?”

Sonic frowned. “Uh, I really doubt that, but anyway…why were you looking for me, exactly?”

“Oh! Right! Those two robots with the weird accents landed near my house and said they were ‘on a mission of the utmost importance’. I couldn’t get them to tell me what it was, though, but I figured you’d be able to. I woulda gotten Tails, but he’s cooped up in his lab with Shadow.”

“That sounds exactly like Tails.” Sonic snickered. “Alright, let’s get back to your house and see what Mighton and Bolts are up to this time.”

He grabbed Sticks’s arm and pulled them alongside him all the way back to their house, where his Roboken friends’ ship sat. Just outside it, Bolts was fiddling with a device that had a long antenna sticking out of it, while Mighton hovered beside him and offered mostly unhelpful advice. 

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Sonic asked, strolling over with his hands laced behind his head. “Not another robot overlord, right?”

“Sonic.” Mighton stood at attention at the sight of the hero. “Thankfully, this is not to do with a robot overlord. However, we are currently on an extremely dangerous mission to secure a machine that we believe has been discovered somewhere near your village. Its signal appeared only a couple of days ago, but this technology is unspeakably deadly and could threaten the lives of everyone on the island if it is allowed to remain out in the open and unguarded.”

The hedgehog’s eyes widened at that. “Geez, that sounds…bad. Really bad. Uh, you guys wouldn’t happen to know where exactly this machine of yours is? Like, somewhere more specific than ‘this area’?”

With a completely straight face, Mighton replied, “We don’t have a single clue.”

Sonic let out a long, tired sigh.

[The intro sequence is back to normal again! This time, Shadow actively participates in it along with everyone else, albeit with much rolling of eyes and smirking.]

[There is no villain reveal in this episode, once again, and so Dr. Eggman is introduced like an ordinary character (and yes, he would like everyone to know that he is still one of the main characters of the show, whether or not he appears in this specific episode).]

[The intro then continues on, before ending with the title of this week’s episode.]

Once Bolts had fixed his machine, the four set off towards the general area of the village. Sonic darted ahead of everyone else on occasion and then tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for them to catch up, clearly wanting to resolve the danger so that he could go back to his usual fun activities. As they drew closer to the town, however, Bolts frowned at the device and let out a hum that made everyone else stop.

“Oh, this thing better not be broken again!” Sonic complained, visibly drooping at the thought.

“No, it’s not that.” the smaller robot explained gravely. “I have simply pinpointed a more precise area for the signal, and it does not appear to be in the village after all.”

“That’s good, ain’t it? So why’re you looking so serious?” Sticks asked.

“Because it is located in the lab of his younger brother.” Bolts said, looking directly at Sonic.

Moments later, the four of them had vanished in a flash of blue as Sonic dragged them all along to Tails’s workshop. Bursting through the doors, he yelled, “Tails! Hold up!”

The young engineer, who had just been about to take a wrench to…some unidentifiable pile of scrap metal…paused and glanced over at the doorway. “Hey Sonic, what’s up?” he asked casually.

“Is something wrong?” Shadow asked, studying the hero curiously from his seat on the edge of the table.

“Guys, Mighton and Bolts are here, and—”

“—you are in possession of some extremely dangerous technology, old friend.” Mighton proclaimed, stepping alongside Sonic. “Please back away from the table immediately. It must be neutralized at once.”

Immediately, Tails skittered away from the table, eyeing it nervously. “Oh no! I-I swear, I didn’t know!”

Bolts gave him a kind look. “Don’t worry, that was never in any doubt. It is very difficult to spot unless you know what you’re looking for, after all.”

Mighton walked towards the table where Shadow still sat, the latter frowning down at the materials (and steadfastly avoiding the eyes of the two robots). “I’m sure there’s nothing dangerous in here…I checked very carefully.” he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the taller of the two robots gave him a hard stare. “Well, you would say that, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

“What?” Shadow asked, bewildered.

“Hang on, what are you—” Sonic began, but he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before—

—Mighton smacked something onto the side of Shadow’s neck and the android fell lifelessly to the floor.

“Whoa, wait!” Tails cried, jumping back against the wall. But even that was nothing compared to Sonic’s reaction.

“What did you just do?” the hedgehog barked, his eyes narrowing.

Bolts darted over to Mighton’s side uneasily. “We…we neutralized the threat, just like we told you.”

“And now, it will be put into storage so that it cannot cause any further harm.” Mighton finished, pressing a button on his wrist. Suddenly, Shadow was encased in an oblong green container, which began to float next to the two conscious robots.

“It?!” Sonic growled. “What the heck, guys? Shadow’s our friend!”

“I understand how you might have thought that,” Bolts began, nervously tapping some keys on his device, “but it is not what it seems. It is actually an android, designed to mimic—”

“But we already know that!” Tails interjected, glancing worriedly over at his incensed brother. “He’s not a danger to us!”

“You know of its true nature, and yet you did not deactivate it?” Mighton asked, sounding genuinely bewildered. “I thought you were a person of logic.”

“We can discuss this later,” Bolts reminded his companion. “Right now, we need to get the weapon into storage.”

And before anyone could respond, the two robots rocketed out the door with Shadow in tow. Moments later, the sound of an ascending airship reached their ears, and Sonic and Tails dashed outside to see Mighton and Bolts’s ship flying off towards Roboken. 

“We’ve gotta go after them, Tails!” Sonic cried, his hands curled tightly into fists.

“You’re right, we do.” Tails said, steel beginning to enter the young engineer’s voice. “But first, we need to call up our friends.”

[Scene cuts to all five heroes riding on Tails’s plane. Knuckles is in the back seat, Amy and Sticks have each taken a wing, and Sonic is standing on the struts at the bottom.] 

“What I don’t get is, why did Mighton and Bolts only come for Shadow now?” Knuckles asked.

“I dunno…they said something about his signal only appearing a couple days ago, which is weird, because he’s been around for years!” Sonic frowned, clearly struggling with that himself.

Tails thought for a moment, before snapping his fingers suddenly (and yes, that did mean he was flying the plane one-handed for a moment). “That’s when the wiring on Shadow’s crystal was dislodged! Maybe it has something to do with that? It could’ve changed his energy signature enough to catch the attention of Mighton and Bolts!”

“We can talk about this later—right now, we’ve got something else to deal with!” Amy exclaimed, pointing off in the distance to where Roboken floated. She squinted at the city for a moment, eyeing the various airships that patrolled its borders. “The question is, how are five of us on a bright yellow plane going to get into a city that’s notorious for its security?”

“Last time, we used one of their own ships, but I don’t know if we can get them to come after us again.” Sonic called up to her.

“Plus, this plane can’t take the kind of fancy flying we’d need with all five of us on board!” Tails added.

“If you’re on a hunt, always go for the soft underbelly!” Sticks yelled, shaking a fist in the general direction of Roboken.

“I’m sorry, what?” Amy said, slightly taken aback.

“Wait…wait, that’s actually not a bad idea!” Tails exclaimed. “The underside is the only part of the city that isn’t transparent, and they don’t have ships down there, so they won’t be able to see us coming!”

The engineer frowned, adjusting a few dials on his plane as he shifted into position. “Okay, just warning you guys now, my scanner’s picking up a few cameras on the metal plating. I’m gonna send out a quick localized EMP to knock them out, then we’re going to have to fly straight up so nobody notices us. Hang on tight!” 

The other four barely had any time to adjust their grip before the plane shot into a dive, using the clouds as cover to keep from being spotted. Once Tails’s GPS informed him that he was in the correct position, he slammed the EMP button and pulled back on the yoke, dragging his beloved aircraft completely vertical as they blasted towards the city. 

…but they’d forgotten that there was no opening on the underside.

[cue a close-up of all five’s eyes widening, before Sonic suddenly seems to think of something.]

“Amy! Hit me with your hammer!” Sonic yelled, flipping himself onto the top of the biplane’s wing. As he revved up a spindash, the pink hedgehog pulled out her signature hammer and whacked him as hard as she could, sending him flying into the bottom of Roboken. 

He smashed straight through a piece of metal paneling, knocking it entirely loose and leaving a hole just wide enough for Tails to zip into the maze of pipes underneath the city and grapple his plane onto the nearest surface. Carefully, the entire team climbed out of the aircraft, taking care not to let each other slip. They weren’t about to have more than one friend in peril today.

Once they’d all gotten their feet on solid ground, Tails began to fiddle with one of his many devices, keeping his voice as low as possible. “Shadow’s energy crystal has a very specific frequency. That’s how Mighton and Bolts found him…but we can use it to track him down as well! If I can just pinpoint the location of that frequency, then we should be able to find him and make sure he’s okay!”

“Sonic and I will keep watch.” Amy said, a determined set to her face. “You just focus on finding him, okay?”

Immediately, the engineer got to work, while Knuckles and Sticks guarded him. Meanwhile, the two hedgehogs went to stand a little farther down the hall, ostensibly keeping an eye out for any robots that might be approaching.

Sonic shifted from foot to foot, fiddling with one of the bandages on his wrist. The silence felt so heavy he could hardly stand it, and so he said the first thing that came to mind.

“They’d better not have hurt him.” It was an embarrassing thing to say, but true nonetheless. 

To his surprise, instead of making a comment that sounded more like a motivational quote than anything, Amy simply nodded in agreement. “If anyone has, they’d better hope their metal’s stronger than my hammer.” 

Sonic looked away briefly, not at all to hide the small smile he most definitely didn’t have on his face. “Man, if I went back in time and told myself I’d be trying to help my broodiest rival, I never would’ve believed it.”

“I definitely wouldn’t have believed it either. You, helping people? Never!” she shot back, smirking at him. “Sonic the Hedgehog, local hero, rescuing someone from danger? It’s unimaginable!”

“Hey! You know what I meant!” he complained, rolling his eyes.

“Would you two quit with the banter already?” Sticks called out to them both, making the two hedgehogs’ quills spike up in surprise. “Tails just found where they’re keeping Shadow!”

Sonic was back with the group in an instant, Amy not far behind. “Really? Great job, bud!” he said, giving Tails a quick pat on the back. “So, where’re we headed?”

The engineer studied his device for a moment, before pointing off to his left. “That way. I have a pretty good idea of how to get there, but my maps are a little patchy this deep into Roboken, so I can’t be a hundred percent sure.”

“Eh, ninety percent’s good enough for me.” Sonic shrugged and began to walk off, spurring the rest of the team into action. Carefully, the five of them crept through the halls, for once actually not stepping on any conveniently creaky paneling or running into anything. It was almost impressive how well they were doing, really…

…until they ran into a giant chasm where the path should’ve been.

Tails glared at his device. “Come on! I thought it might be a little inaccurate, but this is just ridiculous!”

“And this is why GPS is evil and paper maps are better.” Sticks commented sagely, glancing towards the camera.

“Can’t you just fly us all across, Tails?” Amy asked him.

“Uh, well…I can definitely try…” he said, utterly lacking any kind of confidence whatsoever.

“What my dear buddy pal friend Tails here is trying to say,” Sonic cut in abruptly, “is that he gets tired if he has to carry too many people at once. Or really quickly one after the other. Or even if it’s just one person but it takes a while—”

“I think we get it, thanks, Sonic!” Tails cried, trying unsuccessfully to push the (incredibly self-satisfied) hero out of the way.

“Well then, how many of us can you carry, Tails?” Amy said gently.

“I could probably get you and Sticks across fast enough if I really tried, and I might be able to do Sonic, too, but…Knuckles…”

“Yeah?” the echidna asked, seeming genuinely curious.

“You’re just too strong! Muscle mass—it’s really dense, and you’re already the tallest person here. I won’t be able to do it!” Tails exclaimed, real distress on his face.

“Oh, that’s okay! I know how to glide across.” Knuckles said encouragingly. “Don’t worry about me!”

Everybody stared at him, speechless. 

“You know how to what?” Amy cried.

“Since when?” Sonic added. 

Tails managed to scrape his jaw off the floor enough to ask, “And why didn’t you say anything before?”

Knuckles shrugged. “It never came up.”

The entire team stared at him in silence for a moment, wearing identical expressions of disbelief, no less.

“Okay…I guess that means we’re all set?” Sticks asked, once they’d finally recovered.

“I think Tails just has to get Amy and Sticks across.” Sonic said. “I can run on walls—which was established previously, by the way.” he finished quickly, just in case his team decided to round on him next.

The fox looked much more relieved at that, smiling. “Well, if that’s all I have to do, then this shouldn’t take long at all!” 

He was absolutely right. While Sticks did flail around a little the first time they were picked up, they eventually managed to get used to flight just enough to get across (although they made it clear that they would not like to repeat the experience if at all possible). Amy, on the other hand, was a very good passenger, and Tails wound up being rather glad he’d taken her across second. 

Meanwhile, Sonic had, of course, zipped across the wall in ten seconds flat. Then, he did it a few times more just for the fun of it, until Amy told him off lightly for distracting Tails while he was flying. And Knuckles? He climbed up one wall, then leapt off it and glided diagonally across to the other wall, repeating the process in a sort of zigzag pattern until he made it to the other side of the chasm.

“How do you even glide?” Tails asked once he’d set Amy down, seeming more bewildered if anything now that Knuckles had demonstrated his skills.

The echidna, however, simply shrugged. “I don’t know, nobody taught me! I just sort of…learned how, I guess?”

“Oh man, now I have two friends to study! This is great!” The engineer beamed, clearly delighted at the prospect of more projects to fill up his spare time. 

“Yes, but maybe let’s focus on finding Shadow first?” Amy prompted, at which point Tails whipped out his device again. 

“Oh yeah, right!” he exclaimed. “Shadow should be…about four doors down on the left. We’re almost there!”

The five heroes rushed down the hallway, and it took Tails less than a minute to unlock the door. As it slid open, everyone held their breath, waiting to see what state Shadow might be in.

Inside the room, an array of weapons lined the walls—everything from guns to swords (and even a few gun-swords), as well as several unrecognizable pieces of technology were present. There were even parts of a mech like the one Sonic owned stored on some shelves. The heroes snuck past it all warily, everybody seeming far too overwhelmed by the circumstances to start any of their usual snappy banter.

And then, at the very back, there was Shadow. He was held inside a large tank, slumped at the bottom. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t moving in the slightest. All of the little involuntary movements that marked something as being alive…none of them were there.

Before any of them could react, Sonic had spin-dashed the tank once, then twice, then a third time, until it finally shattered under the force of his whirling quills. Moments later, he’d pulled Shadow’s lifeless body out of the way of the shattered glass, settling him carefully in front of Tails.

“You can fix him, right?” the hero asked, his face turned carefully away from the camera and his voice oddly flat.

Tails fiddled with the gadget in his hands. “I’ll do my best.” he said quietly, already kneeling down next to his friend and connecting his tablet to Shadow’s systems.

“We’ll keep an eye out for you, Tails!” Knuckles punched his fists together, and then set about barricading the door to the room so that nobody else could get in. Sticks soon pitched in, while Amy watched over Tails’s progress nervously and Sonic zipped around the room in an effort to keep from going completely stir-crazy.

After a few tense minutes, where the team went absolutely silent anytime they heard footsteps in the halls, Tails finally sighed, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’ve done everything I can do…now we just have to start him up and see what happens.”

As he pressed a few buttons on his touchscreen, Amy silently stood up and walked over to Sonic, taking his hand. For once, he took it back. Sticks moved to Amy’s other side and put a hand on her shoulder, and Knuckles did the same thing with Sonic, both of them supporting their friends with their presence.

Slowly, Shadow’s fingers twitched. His face shifted slightly.

And then he shot bolt upright, his eyes glazed and distant. As he glanced around, his eyes slid directly over the team, not seeming to register their presence at all. “No…not here! I—I escaped!” he muttered to himself, and Sonic jumped into action.

“Shadow! Hey, Shadow, it’s me!” he cried, stepping into his friend’s field of vision and waving his arms over his head. “We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”

“…Sonic?” Shadow hesitated, his eyes beginning to focus, and looked around. “Everyone? What are you…how did you get here? Why are you here? Wait—where is here?”

“Got here on Tails’s plane, here to save you from the Roboken jerks who think they can keep you in some dumb storage room,” Sonic explained, his energy fading in favor of venom on the last two words. “And ‘here’ is a room somewhere in the underground of Roboken.”

Shadow stared at him. “You…you all…came here to free me? From—from—”

“What did I tell you?” Amy interrupted, giving him a kind smile. “We’re not letting anyone mistreat you or lock you away ever again.”

The android hesitated, looking around the room once more. He shrank in on himself slightly, eyes flickering at the sight of the impenetrable metal walls…and then he looked over at his friends, who had risked their longer-standing friendships with the people of Roboken just to save him.

…his friends. 

“Thank you.” he said softly, giving them a small, but genuine smile. 

Sonic threw an arm around his shoulders, and Knuckles did the same from the other side. “We’re just glad you’re okay.” the echidna said, nodding sagely.

The other three looked like they were about to crowd in as well—when the door suddenly shook as someone tried to open it from the other side. The barricades held, but that just made the robot on the other side of the door yell for help, making everyone freeze.

Tails looked around on his device for a moment, before grimacing at what he saw. “There’s a lot of robots headed this way…including Mighton and Bolts.”

Shadow bared his teeth slightly, making Sonic and Knuckles step protectively in front of him. “We’re not gonna make the same mistake twice, Shads.” Sonic said firmly.

The door rattled once. Then again. But before the robots could try anything else, Amy shoved all of the barricades to one side and then opened the door, hammer in hand. Standing outside it were Mighton, Bolts, the five robot clones, and several other citizens of Roboken.

“…I feel like I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am.” Bolts said, sounding rather startled anyway. 

“Heroes.” Mighton began, stepping closer to the room. “You have saved Roboken, and for that, you are always welcome here. But while we do not have many laws, stealing is absolutely prohibited.”

“You can’t steal a person!” Sonic barked. “That’s not how that works!”

“Wait, hang on, you were keeping a person in here?” Robot!Sonic asked. “Mighton, I thought you said you were going on a mission to find a weapon!”

“That’s what they told our Sonic and Tails, too—and then they knocked Shadow here out and kidnapped him.” Sticks explained, her eyes narrowed.

“What?! Not cool, man!” Robot!Knuckles cried.

“You must understand, Project: Shadow was designed primarily to be a fighting machine, not a person.” Bolts cut in, attempting to explain. “It is a relic from a long-finished war that is no longer necessary.”

“Yeah, and you’re all relics from a dead civilization!” Tails snapped suddenly, making everyone jump. “The people who made you have been gone for ages—are you saying that every single one of you is doing exactly the same things as you were back then?”

All of the non-clone robots shifted uncomfortably, suddenly unwilling to meet the heroes’ eyes. “Not…as such…” Mighton admitted.

“Exactly! And neither is Shadow!” Amy insisted, stepping forward. “He was made with the same mental matrix as all of you, so it doesn’t matter what he was meant to do, what matters is what he wants to do!”

“What does he want to do, then?” Bolts asked genuinely.

Shadow looked up at that, looking the smaller robot in the eyes. The android flinched, but refused to break his stare. “I want to live with my…my friends. I want to help them protect their ridiculous village, and watch their stupid shenanigans, and I don’t want to have to watch my back nonstop thinking that you all are planning to abduct me again and lock me up.” he said. His voice wavered slightly as he spoke, but the presence of his five friends seemed to ground him.

Mighton and Bolts glanced at each other for a moment, and then the former nodded. “Spoken like a true hero, and a true friend of these five too. Very well, you may leave…but we will require permission to come and check in every once in a while to see how you are faring, living among the villagers.”

Shadow sighed. “If that is the price I must pay for my freedom, then I suppose I can pay it. But rest assured, you will only find your trips to be for nothing.”

Sonic put his hand on the android’s shoulder reassuringly. “C’mon, Shadow, don’t worry about them for now. Let’s get you outta here first, and we’ll deal with this later, okay?”

The six heroes left the room, and thankfully, nobody made a move to stop them. As they went, Robot!Tails called out. “Do you guys mind if we visit sometime? Just to, you know, get to know your cool robot friend…” He grinned sheepishly.

Shadow glanced back, the faintest, tiniest hint of a smile on his face at the clone’s familiar enthusiasm. “Yes, I suppose you may. Sometime.”

And with that, the six headed back to Tails’s plane, and flew away from Roboken. It was only once they’d touched down outside the engineer’s workshop that Shadow seemed to truly relax, his shoulders slumping. 

He stared off into space for long enough that Amy called out to him, worried. “Shadow? What’s wrong?”

“I could have been trapped in there forever…again…” he said softly, wrapping his arms around himself.

“But you weren’t!” Sonic interjected loudly, shaking Shadow out of his reverie. “That’s what matters, and now Tails can build you something that’ll keep them from using that weird gadget on you again—right, Tails?”

“I’ll get on it A-S-A-P!” the fox promised.

Shadow smiled again, but it was still faint. “I appreciate it. Before you do that, though…I still have yet to try that new game you told me about. Tomatopotomus Borders, was it?”

“They just released a new DLC for that!” Sonic exclaimed, suddenly beaming with genuine excitement. “You’ve gotta play it!”

“I think…I think I would like that.” Shadow said.

And with that, the six friends walked inside together.

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You Have a What?!

Based on this request: Would you write for Bullock? Almost no one does and it makes me sad. If so, could I get a secret wife trope where someone kidnaps the reader(Bullock’s wife) and that’s how Jim finds out?

Here you are, lovely! *I do not own ANY Gotham characters.*

Warnings: Secretly Married Trope, angst(mentions of kidnapping and some violence), Harvey is soft for reader, fluff-ish??

Pairings: Harvey Bullock x fem!reader, mentions of Jim Gordon and Ed Nygma

When Harvey left home that morning, he was expecting the usual Gotham crazy, maybe even a bit more. But not this. Harvey couldn't remember the last time he'd been so afraid and so angry at the same time. "What the hell?" he muttered as he read the words on the paper in front of him. The glasses perched on his nose nearly fell off when he finished reading and shot up from his chair.

         "Who was at my desk?!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the bull pen. "Did anyone see who was at my desk?!" Several people shook their heads and Harvey's hands began to shake. "Harvey?" Jim asked. Harvey met his partner's gaze and nearly broke. This was not happening. Jim snatched the paper from Harvey's shaky hands.

         "'Secrets out, Detective Bullock. If you want her back, follow the clues. You'll find the first riddle in the drawer. Clock's ticking'," Jim read as his brows furrowed. "This is obviously Nygma, Harvey, but what's he talking about?" Harvey slammed the drawer to his desk closed and headed out, riddle in hand.

         "Harvey?!" Jim called, grabbing his jacket and rushing after Harvey. Jim barely made it to Harvey's car. "Harvey! You know I'll follow you wherever you need, but you need to tell me what the hell is going on!" Harvey paused in his movements for a moment and ran his hand over his beard. "He's got my wife, Jim," Harvey practically whispered before climbing into the driver's seat.

         After getting over his shock, Jim hurriedly jumped into the passenger's seat. "Your what? You have a what?!" Harvey was trying not to shake. He was a detective in the GCPD, dammit! He couldn't fall apart. You needed him. "My wife, Jim. I have a wife! And Nygma found out and now he's got her!" Harvey's voice rose.

         Harvey passed the riddle to Jim in hopes he could figure it out. Harvey wasn't good at riddles in the best of times and this was NOT one of those times. His mind was all over the place. He really hoped you were alright. He couldn't lose you.

         He thought about how you'd looked that morning with sleepy eyes, mussed hair, and wrinkled pajamas as you walked out of your bedroom to tell him goodbye even though you didn't have to be up for another hour or so. He thought about how your kiss had felt against his lips right before you shoved his favorite pastry into his hand as you shooed him out the door. If Nygma harmed a single hair on your head, Harvey swore he'd kill him.

         "Anything?" he asked Jim with a snap in his voice. "Looks like…the docks. The clue is leading us to the docks." Harvey cursed under his breath. Nothing good ever came from going to the docks in Gotham. He pressed harder on the gas, urging his car to go faster. "Harvey," Jim quietly complained from the passengers' seat, earning a glare from the senior detective.

         The car was barely in park at the docks when Harvey was out of it. He called your name until Jim motioned to an open shipping container. Harvey pulled his gun and prepared for the worst. To his relief, it was empty except for a computer on a desk. Harvey could just make out Nygma's face as he approached the device. "Hello, Detective Bullock. I must say, your wife is not what I expected. I suppose I'll never understand how someone so…beautiful and intelligent could fall for an ignoramus like you."

         "Let her go, Nygma!" Harvey demanded, earning a sadistic laugh from the criminal. "Now, now, Detective. You know that isn't how this works. You have to follow the riddles. Oh, and you may want to hurry. I'm not sure how much longer your wife's wit will keep her safe."

         "Nygma, I swear to g-"

         "You're boring me, Detective. Follow the next riddle or I'll-" Nygma was cut off by a punch to the jaw. Harvey felt his heart rise to his throat when he heard your voice. "You probably should have made sure I was properly restrained. Idiot," you snapped before delivering a swift kick to Nygma followed by another punch. Caught off guard, Nygma fell to the floor, groaning.

         A sigh of relief escaped Harvey's lips when your face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Harvey." He smiled. "You okay, baby?" At your nod, Harvey relaxed more. "I'm fine. Can you come home now?" Harvey's brows furrowed as Jim chuckled a little.

         "You mean to tell me Nygma held my wife hostage in my own damn house?!" You nodded again. "Yep. I guess he wanted you chasing your tail for a while by sending you in a circle. So, if you could send some of your people to come get him while you make your way home, that'd be great. I've got your favorite danish."

         "Have I told you that I love you, woman?" You let out a laugh. "Only a billion times, but I never get tired of hearing it. Oh, and thanks for teaching me how to throw a punch. I might have broken my hand otherwise. The man's jaw could cut diamonds." Harvey's boisterous laughter echoed through the shipping container as Jim called for a couple officers to pick up Nygma.

         "I'll be home soon, baby. Keep yourself safe until then," Harvey told you before continuing, "And if you could give him another kick for me, I'd appreciate it." You gave a roll of your eyes, but didn't argue. Instead, you blew him a kiss and turned off the camera. Harvey shook his head fondly and followed after Jim.

         "That wife of yours," Jim started, "Is something else." Harvey nodded with a grin. "Yeah she is. I'm one lucky sonovabitch." Harvey had to fight to keep the smile off his face the rest of the drive back to his apartment. He got there just in time to see two officers escorting Nygma out. The gangly man had blood pouring from his nose from where you'd punched him the second time. Harvey laughed a bit, but was quickly cut off as you threw yourself into his arms. "I think it's time to move," you said, your voice muffled by his jacket. "Whatever you say, baby."

(a/n: I hope you like it! Harvey is probably one of my favorite characters in the show!)

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🍓- How did you get into writing fanfiction? --- I kind of just... have always been doing so. From the moment I first started adoring certain shows or movies or books as a kid, I've been writing fanfiction. In fact, it took a very long time for me to even learn the term 'fanfiction' and realize "Oh. That's what this is. Neat!" (I believe I was very early teens when I first saw the term online.) From the moment I first started writing stories (which came about very shortly after I first learned how to write at all) there was only a short year or two time where I wasn't writing fanfiction. (Hell, my mom still has those short, one page stories I'd write back then. I don't know if it was simply a typo on my part or if I was just really morbid, but they almost always ended with 'And they died.'😂)

🍄- Share a headcanon for one of your favorite ships or pairings. --- (lol, of course you did. And for that, I'm going to give more than one heh~)

Well, I'm not sure if I've stated so here or not (I know I've certainly shared with my best friend over Discord) but I imagine the DA and Damien pretty much fell in love at first sight. And my rendition of the DA doesn't believe in love at first sight lol, yet still got steamrolled with it anyways, realizing what the feeling was just two hours after they met - but being in denial of it being anything more than a crush for months after. Clearly, Love At First Sight took offense to the disbelief lol

Damien's cane and mayor ribbon were a gift from the DA upon winning the election. The ribbon was just a cheeky joke, there was no thought or intent that Damien would go on to actually wear it beyond a few hours after having it pinned to his suit in congratulations by a grinning DA once news arrived that he'd won. Yet, he went on to wear it all the time - regardless of what few people moaned and complained that he was 'bragging' or the like. It came from his Little Monster, so of course he was going to keep wearing it.

As for the cane, it has a sword inside - but only Damien's close friends and family know of it. The DA gave it to him as a covert means of self-defense (though he never had any need to use it) as Damien learned swordsmanship growing up for fun. (Yeah, I'm not the first person to imagine that Damien's cane is a sword cane, I know. In fact, I used to not care for the idea, but it quickly grew on me lol)

🍬- Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character. --- (Oh, I LOVE being enabled to talk about this ssfvsfvsfvf thank you! I don't know if this is actually unpopular, or simply not spoken of/depicted as much, but)

Dark is NOT evil, cruel, cold, or manipulative.

He is miserable and depressed and drowning in guilt over what happened to the DA (regardless of the fault not being his) and wants revenge on the Actor - though he's quickly lost most drive to actually track the bastard down.

Not once has he ever harmed the viewer character. He's been cryptic, yes, and a little creepy in Date (though I take that portrayal with a grain of salt these days, as he wasn't properly developed as a character yet, it being his first canonical appearance and all) but on that same point, he showed to care more about the viewer's feelings over having shot someone than Mark did. If you listen to his dialogue (or read a transcript) when he and Mark are trying to convince us who to shoot, nothing he says is a lie. In Heist, he seemed only to want to wake the viewer up to the nature of what was going on, stuck in the Actor's games. He nudged us in the right direction with the clues to be found at each ending.

And with the inclusion of the implications given at the end of ISWM, he may have set the entire string of events of AHWM in motion deliberately to get a chance to speak with us to try to help us. Why else would he very likely seemingly attach the warp crystal to that box, which we would then after go to try to steal? Why else would he then simply pull us aside - separate us from Mark - and speak to us, rather than use the opportunity to try to get revenge on the Actor, who was right there?

Being the "villain" has never been his goal.

☁️- What made you choose your username? --- Okay, so. My mom gave me the nickname 'Lou' when I was in my mid-teens. There's no basis upon my name at all for why she did so. Even she doesn't know why she gave me the nickname. (She's just rather silly like that lol) At first I hated it, asked her not to call me that, but it just kept happening and I realized that it would undoubtedly continue to happen - not maliciously, mind you - so I kinda just gave in and had the thought of 'oh, I could make it into a different spelling of the word 'lunatic'.' cause, yeah, edgy teen lol. And I became very fond of it, making it my username across many websites and accounts. I always pair it with either the number 13 or letter 'm', cause 13 is my favorite number and 'm' is the first letter of my birth name lol

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Oh boy, I get rambly. 😂😅 And you are entirely too sweet. 🥺😊 Thank you so much for sending in all the asks that you do, I really appreciate it.

Tagging @kiwibubbles5 because I figure you'll wanna see me rant about our boy lol... again...

[hollythehills]

Chapter One: Running On Carbs

First Fanfic guysss <3

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It was quiet. As usual.

You mean. You would hope so, right? It is a library after all. But there weren't many people there and although you enjoyed sharing your love of literature with other people you had to admit you liked it like this. There were no children running amuck, parents leaving them here in hopes that some poor librarian will feel bad enough to watch over them, or maybe even hoping that the child will sit down and read a book. There were a couple of teenagers out and about but they were always quiet, too afraid of drawing any attention to themselves. You tried your best to make sure they especially felt at home here, because this was your safe space when you were their age. Probably why you work here now.

But you're not complaining. After all, you were getting paid to read a majority of your day now that you mostly work front desk. Sure you have to deal with the occasional missing book or library card, or angry parent (always for the worst reasons, one time a lady came in demanding why you kept a copy of Catcher in the Rye, as if you specifically had any say in what the library did and did not carry), but all in all it was a nice gig. At that moment you were reading some fantasy trilogy that was just another euphemism for racism without actually including racism, a hierarchy within a hierarchy. But the writing style was easy to follow and refreshing so are you really to blame for becoming so immersed in your novel?

Unfortunately yes. The cough in front of you seems incredibly adamant on getting your attention. You look up from your book ready to help and are met with the gaze of...

Well actually it took you a second to realize you were actually meeting the gaze of anything. Instead of eyes you were met with eyesockets which would be surprising if not for the skeleton they were attached to.

Your eyes widened trying to take in the sight. The skeleton was incredibly tall and wore a beanie. He had on a sweater and some type of gardening pants. He kind of loomed over you in a way, he didn't seem to be trying to intimidate you, but he was absolutely having the affect.

You rose your chin and put on your best customer-service smile, "Hello, sir. How may I help you?", your voice carried to the skeleton clearly, without a hint of a waver.

Wordlessly, the skeleton placed a book on the counter and nodded to it. You caught the cover and it seemed to be a cookbook. You cocked your head, waiting for some kind of clarification. You hadn't ever seen this skeleton here but you assumed he had been here before with how confidently he walked to the counter. Perhaps he was mute, you thought.

You asked carefully, "Do you have a library card, sir?"

There was a pause before he cocked his head. Almost like a puppy. You were about to ask again before he finally spoke, "no."

There was another pause where you waited a moment for him to say more, but he didn't. He had an incredibly deep voice that reverberated through the small corner counter that you sat at and although it puzzled you that someone who probably didn't have vocal cords was talking you nodded and pulled out the forms from the shelf next to you.

"I can get a card set up for you. I'll just need your name and email."

The skeleton stared again, looking down at you from his spot in front of the counter. He seemed confused again so you explained, "The name is for our system, just so we have a clue about what person has what book." You looked up from the form, "If you want I can use a nickname, it doesn't really have to be your 'legal name'," you used air quotes, "and I promise I'm not a snitch." Your lips curled into a natural smile and the skeleton seemed to relax a bit, though he still seemed on edge. His hands were in the pockets of his rough pants, which made him seem even bigger than he was, almost puffed up in a way. Finally after a moment he said quietly, "don't have an email."

Oh.

"Oh." You said, very intelligently, "That's no problem, if you'd like I can put a phone number in the system too. Or we can set up an email now if I could help with that."

He nodded gruffly, muttering a thanks while you waved him into a room behind the counter. The room was open to the rest of the library, but it was a little more private and you figured the skeleton would like that better than the open counter. He followed and watched as you got up from your chair. He eyelights followed you to the doorway and he trailed behind you, careful to keep a bit of a distance.

"Alright," you sat down with a huff and a flinch at the dull sting in your lower back, it was sore from your mattress (which was beginning to show springs on the outside instead of the inside), you needed to get it replaced but you didn't have the funds for that right now. He seemed to notice with how he eyed you warily, and you quickly tried to wave his concern away, "Oh don't worry about me. Bad back."

He nodded, seeming to understand. It surprised you that he didn't ask any questions, though it shouldn't have considering he's said less than ten words the entire conversation. Maybe it was only because you were so used to the looks and the questions. It was probably a human thing, the nosiness. Heh. Nose. Skeleton.

"Alright," you repeated, shaking that line of thought away. "Do you have a phone with you?"

He raised his brow bone but nodded, "yeah."

"Cool, so open an internet browser and go to..."

The whole ordeal took about fifteen minutes, only because the skeleton, who you knew was named Oak now, didn't seem to completely grasp the whole technology thing. But you get it, technology on the surface is pretty different than the underground so you didn't make a big deal about it.

You led him to the desk to finally check out the books and after you do he stops for a moment.

"hey, uh. I just." He looks at the books and nods, "thanks. for all the help." He looks like he wants to say more, but he doesn't and you smile.

"'Course, hon. Glad to help."

That was the first time you saw him.

But it was not the first time he saw you.

He had been watching from afar. At first it wasn't on purpose. He saw you on the other end of the bread isle at the grocers that he frequented. That became his favorite grocers, because it seemed to be yours. He didn't know what it was about you. At first. He just assumed that he liked you physically. The way your arms looked like they knew how to kneed bread (something he had been doing a lot of lately, since he finally had the time), the way your nose was just a little too big to support those glasses you always wore so that they sat on the very edge. Your legs were big, strong. But they still had a jiggle to them. He knew you really liked bread, he saw you in a bakery once and he thinks he actually saw your eyes sparkle staring at all of the baked goods. He tried it the same day, a couple hours after you left. It wasn't creepy, he said to himself. It was just curiosity. The sour dough there was fine. He knew he could do better.

He found himself constantly thinking about you. Not in an obsessive way, it was very casual. When he was baking he wondered if you would enjoy the cupcakes or the macaroons or the banana bread he was making. During game night he thought about whether you were competitive or not. He hoped you were. Because he wasn't and playing was only fun if someone playing the game was actually trying to win.

When he was out with his brother he spotted you in a cafe. You were in a booth that would've perfectly fit him and his brother too. He convinced Poplar to come into the cafe with him, even though it was a little too crowded for his taste. There weren't a lot of people, but humans tended to stare at him and his brother, maybe because they looked a little menacing, o maybe just because they were monsters he could never really tell. He knew he and his brother were definitely tall, compared to humans. So that could be the reason. But to believe that it were the only reason is naive, he told himself. And he was anything but that.

He ordered a red eye, he didn't know what that was but...c'mon. It's pretty funny. The kid taking his order smiled when he said it, he was glad someone appreciated the joke because his brother surely didn't.

"Sans Please, We Are In Public." His brother huffed but there was a hint of a grin on his skull that Oak saw clearly. He chuckled gruffly and went to sit at a table that had a good view of you. You were cuddled into your booth, a book in one hand with your fingers wrapped around a mug in the other. The drink seemed to be very light in color and the empty sugar packets on the table told him that you liked your coffee sweet. He laughed a bit in his head, how funny is it that he baked all of these sweet things and doesn't like sweets. And here you are. A solution to that problem. It was funny, but just a thought, he told himself. You were just a little crush. He had heard people call it a 'hallway crush', when you see someone around you think is really attractive. And then you keep seeing them around, and now you know all of this stuff about them and you can't really do anything with it but you really want to get to know them better but you cant really work up the courage to just go up to them and say hi so. Yeah. A predicament.

Poplar nudged him. He sat across him in the booth, but because the booth is against the opposite wall from where you were sitting they both have full sight of you. Which means Poplar definitely saw his staring at you.

"She's Cute." He grinned at Oak, his eye-lights twinkling behind his thick glasses. Now that he was looking, Oak saw that his brothers glasses were really similar to yours, though yours were thinner than Poplar's. Oak's face dusted in a light blush, the color a rusty red. He nodded and hoped his brother would come off the topic.

He did not. "We Should Go Talk To Her."

Oak's face snapped up to meet his brother's face. That... didn't seem like a good idea. He knew that you were pretty nice for a human, but he had never seen you interact with a monster before and he did not want to run the risk of you somehow being a monster hater. What if you were a complete bigot? He had no way of knowing. All he knew was that you liked coffee and bread. He was sure bigots also like coffee and bread. Who didn't like coffee and bread? He eyed the book you were reading. Tales from the Cafe. Okay that wasn't a book that bigots usually read, but it wasn't unheard of. "uh. i don't know about that, bro."

Poplar did not look shocked. And that is because he wasn't. Oak was a homebody, it was very rare that he ever found interest in another person that did not live in their house. He did not have friends, and although he claimed that it didn't bother him, Poplar had the suspicion that he was a little lonelier than he led on. "Why Not? I'm Sure She'd Love Someone To Talk To Right Now." That was a lie. Poplar was almost certain that if someone had interrupted him while he was reading at a coffee shop alone, sitting a booth in a coffee shop alone, and sipping coffee alone and someone interrupted him he would be many things among perplexed. And he knew that his brother knew that. But he couldn't squander this moment of interest that he saw in him What if his brother had found a datemate? And Poplar did have to admit, you were quite attractive. He wouldn't mind seeing you around the house everyday.

Oak shook his head a little. "naw, you've got the wrong idea." His brother squinted his eyes at him. He looked away, "I mean. not completely wrong. i just recognized her from that bakery we started going to."

Poplar looked even more delighted, which Oak thought wasn't possible. He practically vibrated in his seat when he said, "Perfect! You Two Have Something In Common."

"i don't think bread is something really significant to bond over, paps."

Poplar lifted his brow bone, "Now We Both Know That Is Completely Untrue. You And Red Ended An Argument With A Focaccia."

"that was different."

Poplar looked smug, but didn't push it any further. His brother was a procrastinator, but he knew that if he really cared about something he would do it. Poplar cringed inwardly at the choice of words in his inner monologue, but he knew what he meant.

The coffee and treats arrived (coffee for Oak, treats for Poplar) and it turns out that a 'Red Eye' is just a black coffee with two shots of espresso. It was very good, Oak finished it all and hoped he wouldn't be too jittery later. His caffeine tolerance was pretty high but his anxiety was higher. He watched his brother eat the chocolate chip biscuits they bought. They looked pretty good, enough fluff and the layers looked decent. Poplar ripped off a small piece and handed it to Oak. He ate it, chewing thoughtfully. It was definitely shipped frozen, but otherwise it was fine. He nodded and Poplar smiled. Oak glanced at you. Still wrapped up in your book, but one of the baristas must have brought you some food while he was talking to Poplar because he saw a plate of three biscuits at you table. Chocolate chip.

They left before you did. You didn't see them, but they saw you.

And then Oak saw you at the library. He was only trying to find some books for his brother. It was his week to cook dinner and he wanted something different. Oak didn't see you until he was done looking through the library. You were just there. He wasn't even looking for you. But there you were, and he guessed now he knew one more thing about you. Where you worked.

You asked him for a library card. He definitely had his brother's card in his pocket. He wasn't a serious reader. But he guessed it was never too late to start.

You helped him get everything he needed, an email (which he definitely had, but now he had one especially for your place of work. you know. just in case), and he has his own library card now. He found out a couple of things that day.

One: You are definitely not a monster hater.

Two: He already kind of knew this from the cafe experience, but when you're reading you have no sense of your surroundings.

and

Three: He really liked you. And he didn't think it was just a little crush anymore.

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Chapter 3.

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I love how this chapter starts with @pippelulu and I complaining about how bad we are at writing weddings and musing over when they'll happen in the story. I don't think a single wedding happened over the course of 31 chapters.

This was... probably the most confusing opening scene ever written. And I can't remember which one of us is responsible for it. Why do Aiko and Hadzuki think they're doomed? Why does Onpu say "who would want to do that" after Doremi says she's getting married when 1. Onpu is already engaged and 2. It seems later on in the scene no one even heard Doremi anyway? And again WHY did we have to ruin Momoko for ✨comedy✨.

"bluenette" - yeah that was PippElulu and also very 2000s fanfiction coded.

Now at this point it's well established that this story could not care less about continuity and plot holes and everything that happened was just for the sake of "random xD" but WHY was this mentioned lmfao. The scene opened with everyone sitting around in the living room before the conga madness. So were they all just chilling watching porn together? Did the TV malfunction at that very moment? Also love the idea of Aiko beating the shit out of a conga line while some corny porn music plays in the background lmao

Spot the kids who knew nothing about currencies and the cost of jewellery lmao. Also wouldn't that be forbidden magic? Inflation bro...

MELON LORD MENTION 🍉🍉WHY DID WE INCLUDE THIS CONSTANTLY?

lmao sorry bestie but I love how PippElulu called Aiko getting excited over the engagement of one of her best friends being "childish and silly."

Momoko forgive me... you are so smart and intelligent and wise and not the melon lord. I beg you.

Again with the "random xD" lol why is there a whole scene of the FLATY5 fighting like kids in their own home before Aiko just appears out of nowhere.

Lmao pippelulu and I were laughing over this the other day. Homie really wrote a whole paragraph of Aiko turning into a pixie and it was just never brought up again. Where is the LORE.

Oh, and Leon transforms too (of course).

Leon took Aiko's chin and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. They stayed like that for at LEAST 6 seconds.

This sentence reminds me of when my friend and I were flipping through 50 Shades of Grey looking for the worst lines and one was "we stayed like that for minutes. Many minutes."

I totally stole that first piece of dialogue from a Charmed episode and that's probably why I kept it in.

PippElulu and I would send each other our parts over ffn pms and there is in fact a conversation where we argue over this.

This was posted on PippElulu's account originally so she could have just taken it out instead of adding in her author's note... OR AT THE VERY LEAST CORRECTED MY YOU'RE

"The others are acting hormonal; they're acting like 12 year old boys"

Well, makes sense given it was written by 12 year old girls 😀👍

I don't have anything to say about this scene, I just need to make sure PippElulu reads it.

But the next line has Hadzuki summoning a bubble wand? Literally what were all the random ass abilities we were giving these girls. We fr went "magical girls? oh so any magic will do then, right?"

"THE MELON LORD COMMAND THAT YOU PEASANTS GIVE HER A PIE! GIVE THE MELON LORD PIE AND SHE WILL FORGIVE THE SELFISH DESIRES OF THE WATER BENDER!"

Momoko I am so sorry...

And Aiko has electrokinesis too????

I genuinely had no idea what "overrated" meant when this was written so I have to laugh every time I use that word to refer to the fic. Like bestie you have no clue what you're yapping about 😭

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