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valentine-writes · 10 months

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for you!

「 tws + notes: no tws, fluff, not edited, kinda ooc my bad,, im learnin,,, 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: obvi strictly platonic for miles, pav, + gwen but like. anyways!! just practicing writing for them becuz otherwise they will be So OOC for everyone's reqz and i literally would die. highkey struggled a bit but i'm tryin y'all!!! ("trying" but this is unedited ASF) ...eveyone look away from my obvious bias for gwen i heart her. i wanna,, also write for more characters eventually,, sooo,, hc reqs,,, hehehe :3 no full ficz,,, yet-

GWEN STACY headcanons:

▸ she doesn't do friends. not really anymore. oh but like. aside from miles, ur also an exception.

your friendship just kinda. happened?? it was a slow process but eventually y'all got close

▸ you supported her in her band endeavours! u know how knives chau rocks the homemade sex bob-omb merch in scott pilgrim vs the world (sorry 4 being a scott pilgrim fan and referencing it. im battling DEMONS.) THATZ U. biggest supporter for realz!! and she appreciates it so so much :,(

▸ she tries to hold u at arms length initially but ends up missing u too much when ur not around :( you've gotten really close to her over time– something neither of you had expected. but having a friend is refreshing for her. she's secretly always just a little anxious about losing you.

one time, in the middle of your developing friendship, she just kinda... dipped. left you on seen, didn't return your calls– you hadn't seen her in a while. but she came back, apologized profusely (through a lot of stumbled sentences and awkward rambles), and then swore never to do it again. you were... conflicted. so you asked her if anything was wrong and she mustered the courage to be vulnerable with you.

you are probably one of the first people in a long time that she'd actually been able to open up to.

▸ sleepovers where u jus stay up and watch slasher films. idk man i just feel this one in my heart. even if ur not particularly fond of horror, gwen is cool abt it if u need to cover ur eyes or hide under a blanket. y'all are practically screaming at the screen whenever the protagonist makes a dumb choice, acting like the characters can actually hear u

"if you go into that FUCKING BASEMENT I SWEAR–"

"nah– she's doing it. watch. WATCH."

"I CANT"

HOBIE BROWN headcanons:

▸ u are NOT calling this guy hobart. the first time u ever called him that Everyone Else was thrown off. like. no. we gonna stick w/ hobie for this one.

you, however, had the funny little idea of shortening his nickname even further. now sometimes– just on occasion– it's bee.

naturally, he's too cool to care abt what he's called, so he doesn't seem to have too many feelings about your overly cutesy nickname for him.

▸ you know any instruments? great. jam sessions with him. you don't? he'll teach you to play guitar. few ppl are given permission to touch His Guitar... but he can afford to make exceptions.

as he's teaching you, his chest collides against ur back a couple times, his hands guiding yours. he'll gently guide your fingers on the fretboard and yeah it's like– maybe not the most efficient way to learn. but whatever. he's pretty good with helping you figure it out.

▸ if you express wanting a piercing, tattoo or wanting to change up your hair (dying it, cutting it, whatever–) he's immediately gonna be like. "yea? ok. bathroom. right now." he'll help you out. king of diy truly.

and hey, the piercings never get infected, the stick and pokes turn out fine, the haircuts never look that bad, and the hair dye doesn't turn out awful so like. win???

supports you in your impulsive choices– piercings can close, diy tattoos fade, hair can grow– but the joy of self expression iz 4eva!!!!

▸ he lets you steal clothes from him. totally will point it out, but won't be all that bothered by it. HE'S GONNA BE TAKING FROM UR CLOSET TOO you practically share a wardrobe at this point. the others slowly become unable to differentiate which clothes you and hobie own individually. even if your wardrobes are completely different– trust he will find a way to keep a small piece of you with him

MIGUEL O'HARA headcanons:

▸ this man is emotionally distant asf. how did you achieve this relationship with him. answer: no clue!!! (｡･･｡) now that ur tight w/ him i am begging you. for the sake of the multiverse. get this man a therapy consultation RIGHT NEOWWW..... they literally have therapy services available in the spider society hq. if you dont HAUL HIS ASS OVER THERE–

▸ it's really no secret miguel has a soft spot for you. though he is very adamant about the fact that he doesn't– most people know that he's a little less grumpy with you around.

you seem to be one of the only people who can actually make him smile. which is. crazy. the first time he ever laughed at a joke you made you just kinda froze and stared at him, wondering if you had just vividly hallucinated miguel being happy. it was a light chuckle, where he kinda,, put his hand over his mouth and looked away. but it was SHOCKINGGG

▸ if you managed to get along with miguel, you're probably also besties with lyla. miguel however does not enjoy this. mainly because you two gang up on him. a lot. aka whenever ur arguing about anything w/ miguel, lyla is more likely to take your side. for funzies!!! she calls you her favourite– and it's like. man. are you getting along with miguel just for his little hologram assistant? i would but im gon shut my mouth on this one

it's funny how easily u two get along. she has officially attached all his bank info to ur online shopping accs and gaming shit. go wild. he'll never know (he finds out.. eventually.)

▸ it's actually really weird how you affect him. and everyone's noticing. he's constantly overworking himself to preserve the safety of the multiverse and when he's not, he's reminiscing on the past- but you give him something that he hasn't had in a while- an actual break. you pull him away from his responsibilities, from the screens he gazes into for so long, and for once he can relax. even if it's just for a minute

MILES MORALES headcanons:

▸ i saw hcs of a friendship w/ miles like gumball and darwin and i literally cannot get it out of my head. y'all r tight like that!!!! itz canon now. considering miles doesn't have a lotta friends (in his universe, at least) he's glad to have you!!! you're probably one of the people he hangs around the most. if you're somewhere, miles is probably somewhere around you too. and if he is not? he's probably just late. spiderman-ing around nyc probably

▸ his parents have really grown to like you too!!! let's assume u dont pull a gwen and address them by their first names. (i love her so much no shade at all but PLEADYUWEGFEHF that was So White of her) miles always has you over to hang out– which usually means you're invited to have dinner with them. his mom especially is always makin sure ur feeling at home and u got enough on ur plate (she is so sweet i adore her)

miles is constantly hearing: "when are they coming over again? you haven't had them over in a while-" rio hearts u. (and i heart rio.)

▸ STREET ART WITH MILES STREET ART WITH MILES– he def taught u what he learned from his uncle aaron. eventually u found a place you two can spray paint 2gether and u go w/ him whenever u need to destress a bit ^_^ it doesn't matter what ur skill level is in art, he's happy to teach you! sometimes, for practice, he'll even draw you!!! and though he hasn't shown you yet,,, he's been comfortable enough w/ you to leave his sketchbook open when you're around

▸ ALSO!! your hangouts probably have a killer soundtrack. u share a collaborative playlist w/ miles and swap recommendations every so often– so whenever ur both 2gether and jus chilling you've got good music 2 blast which is a combo of both ur tastes!!! he probably loves ur music, even if itz something he doesn't typically listen to. it's jus so you.

▸U ARE HIS CANVAS NOW. if u let him, he'll doodle in pen on your arm. he's always so focused, his eyes fixed on your skin as he doodles all over your forearm and hand. his grip is gentle as he turns your arm, tilting it every so often to make sure it looks right. there is no awkward silence, no pressure to make conversation- the quiet shared is comforting.

eventually he runs out of space and blinks up at you,, almost forgetting who he was drawing on. he'll apologize for getting so carried- but his drawings look amazing.

...and then he realized it was permanent marker and immediately doubled his apologizes.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR headcanons:

▸ im going to put this here and i dont know why specifically this came to mind. but never play just dance with him. you will LOSE. one of thse people who don't have to try to win. but he WILL put his 100% in it and eat you UPPPP.

sorry u can't outdo him </3

like bro those moves AREN'T EVEN PART OF THIS DANCE HOW ARE YOU STILL WINNING???

▸ gym bro but not Insane Gym Bro just.... gym bro. will try to get you to workout with him,, but like. cool if you don't wanna! is the most supportive gym buddy to have though. will always encourage you throughout the entire thing and not even just to get you to push through a set- this boy genuinely jus believes in you so much.

▸ he's constantly talking to you about gayatri. he loves his gf sm. if ur one of those people who Don't Like hearing abt other ppls relationships he'll make an attempt to tone it down

but trust he NEVER. EVER. makes you third wheel them. gayatri also will make sure of this- so now... more than often... if you're tryin' to hang with the both of them- THEY BOTH TRY TO PLAY MATCHMAKER FOR YOU.

LIKE. you can't just be LONELY. they're gonna make sure of it. pav and gaytri number one wingmen,..,, women,,, besties

▸ probably texts u like crazy. the type of guy to send u things throughout the day like "this is so you :]" he loves his bestie (YOU!!!)

sometimes it's like,, a particularly interestingly shaped cloud. maybe a cool bug that landed nearby him. a flower growing out of the pavement cracks.

and then sometimes it's like. this.

"this is you."

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rozcdust · 2 years

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Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, lil angst

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, internalised homophobia, puppy crushes, bullying Shinichiro

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

pt. 1 | previous | playlist

A couple of hazardous, stress-filled weeks passed where you didn’t see Shin, too busy with your part-time job at the convenience shop, some conflict Dead Snakes had over part of Shibuya, and to top it all off, the new job since the tattoo artist who had you as her apprentice hired you at her tattoo shop.

Needless to say, you were losing your goddamn mind, but at least Kazutora was understanding about spending less time with you, even if he did give you a heart attack the one time he tried to cook for you.

And when he asked for the tattoo.

You said no immediately, but he was apparently prepared, whipping out a whole essay he wrote on why you should let him get the tattoo, and why you should be the one to tattoo him.

The little menace.

In line with that, when he asked you to walk him to school, you couldn’t say no if you wanted to.

He seemed tense, though, toying with his earring and refusing to look at you, his hands periodically tugging on strands of his hair as the two of you walked in silence.

You curiously looked down at him, taking a drag of your cigarette, his backpack lazily slung over your shoulder.

You wanted to ask, but figured he’d tell you what is bothering him at his own pace, only a little worried at this point.

He usually tells you everything on his mind immediately, making it a habit to come home from school and cling to you, climbing into your lap and demanding affection as he complained about teachers, other kids or just homework.

“I want to tell you something.” He finally managed to get out, still refusing to as much as glance up at you, eyes trained on the sidewalk.

“I’m listening.” Tapping the ash off your cigarette, you adjusted the backpack strap, waiting.

“I think I like boys.” He spat the words out as if it was a curse, his face twisting into something akin to disgust.

You blinked.

“That’s okay.”

He looked up at you in surprise, eyes wide and confused, stopping his step at once.

“Why would I have a problem with that? Like who you like, baby.” Shrugging, you took a drag of the cigarette, ruffling his hair.

“But- that isn’t normal! Boys usually like girls! And- I know you like girls sometimes too, which is fine… But I don’t want to like boys, I don’t want others to think I’m a freak! You try so hard that I grow up normal, and that- That’s not normal!” Stumbling over his words, he gesticulated wildly, desperately trying to articulate his feelings, eyes trained on the ground once again, “Is it?”

You were taken aback for a second, eyes wide and confused as you licked your lips, thinking over your words carefully.

“Kazutora, babe, being gay is normal. I am trying to make sure you have a good childhood, yes, but that doesn’t mean I expect you to fit into some sort of cookie cutter. You don’t have to be like everybody else, you weren’t born to conform to what society thinks.”

“So… It’s okay if I like boys?”

“Baby, I just want you to have a content life, I don’t give a shit who you like.”

He seemingly perked up, starting to walk again, a certain pep back in his step.

“Okay, good.”

You wrapped your hand around his shoulders, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on the crown of his head.

“Is there anyone you like?” Raising an eyebrow, you wait for him to offer some form of an answer, but all you get is his cheeks turning rapidly redder and redder.

“Oh my God! My baby has a crush!” Teasing, grinning ear to ear, you poke his cheek as he swats at your hand, the blush spreading to his ears and neck as he scowls.

“You are so embarrassing.” Sticking out his tongue, he crosses his arms, seemingly offended.

“C’mon Tora, spit it out, who is it?” Grinning menacingly, you continue poking his cheek, much to his annoyance.

“Stop! Y/n!”

“Come on baby, I have to know~ Is it Keisuke? I bet it’s Keisuke. It’s Keisuke, right?”

Kazutora stopped in his tracks, staring up at you in horror.

You start cracking up, victorious.

“It is Keisuke!”

“Shut up! Someone will hear you!”

“Oh my God, they grow up so fast, oh my Goddddddd-“

“Y/n! Why are so mean?!”

“This is a holy moment Kazutora, I have to write down the date, the hour, the minute-“

“Shush!”

You continued snickering, ruffling his hair as you stopped in front of his school, passing him the backpack.

“You have a hairdresser appointment at 2 after school, then at 3 come to the studio for the tattoo, shoot me a text when you’re done with the haircut so I can prepare the tools, I have another client after you. Deal?”

“Deal, love you!” Standing on his toes, you leaned down so he could kiss you on the cheek, dashing off into the school.

You chuckled, letting your cigarette butt fall to the ground as you stomped it out, a small smile playing on your face.

Ryoko owes you 20 bucks.

Shinichiro was working on the newest bike that came into the shop, a pronounced frown never leaving his face.

He hasn’t seen you in weeks.

He didn’t get your number, and didn’t even know where you lived, so he kinda waited on you to show up at his house, but you never did, and he was starting to grow antsy.

He sighed.

“Sigh number 34! Pay up.” Manjiro extended his hand, waiting expectantly for the money.

“I can’t believe I have to pay for air now.” Groaning, Shin did reach into his pocket, pulling out a 100 yen coin.

“It’s not that you pay for air, it’s that you pay for being a little bitch.” Izana helpfully supplied, disinterested as he was observing his nails.

“She didn’t ghost me ‘zana, okay? She’s probably busy!”

Two sceptical stares were pointed back at him, his brothers looking a little too similar for comfort as they raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine Shin-nii!” Kakucho gave Shin a soft pat on the back, smiling wildly.

Shin liked the kid, Izana met him in the short time he was at the orphanage before Shinichiro’s grandfather got custody of him, and ever since Izana started living with them, he made a point of bringing Kakucho around at least once a week.

Which is good because that kid was the only source of Shinichiro’s self-confidence currently.

“She probably realised you’re a loser and dipped while she could. My makeup skills can only fix so much.” Izana shrugged, and Shinichiro pouted, glaring.

Shinichiro’s grandfather popped his head into the shop, eyes narrowing as he glared at his grandson.

“How badly did you scare that poor girl that she never showed her face around here again?”

“I DIDN’T EVEN DO NOTHING!” Shinichiro threw his hands in the air, cigarette falling out of his mouth.

“I SHOULD HAVE ADOPTED HER WHILE I HAD THE CHANCE!”

“SHE IS AN ADULT!”

“SHE IS MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU’LL EVER BE!”

“THAT IS CORRECT BUT STILL OUCH!”

“YOU WILL NEVER MARRY!”

“POSSIBLE BUT ALSO OUCH!”

“Are you done with the screaming?” Wakasa appeared out of nowhere, leaning on one of the fixed bikes, “Shin, my tattoo appointment is at 4:30, get your ass up, we gotta go.”

Shin looked up at Wakasa quizzically.

“You have a tattoo appointment?”

“Yeah, my aunt just hired a new artist at her tattoo shop, I saw her portfolio and I like her work, plus it’s cheaper because she’s a new artist. You’ll come to hold my hand. Get the fuck up, we’ll be late.”

. . . next

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suntoru · 1 year

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PLEASE I LOVE DENKI SO......❤️❤️❤️

prompts : 1,2,16,27,35,37

anything you pick idc

love you and happy holidays 🎄🎄🤍

might ask again for sero, kirishima and bakugou 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

a/n: hi, thank u for making a request 💗💗 a lil late but happy holidays n i love u too!! ♡

warnings: fluff, a bit of swearing, ooc denki

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shopping with denki was never an easy task. as much as you loved the sparky blonde, he would constantly get distracted by the most trivial things. whether it was the latest hero action figure, or cotton candy shaped like flowers, his short attention span often veered the course of your trips to the mall.

he’d run off somewhere, leaving you alone, wondering where he went, and when you found him again, he’s lost interest in what he was holding. whenever this happened, he’d act like YOU were the one lost and he was the one trying to find you. you learned that if you just held his hand tightly and just followed his flow, he’d stick to you and drag you along with him.

this time, however, you ran off by yourself. the sale at your favourite clothing brand had caused a massive lineup, and you practically bolted across the mall just to get there. thankfully, you had made it there just before the rush, but you were still behind at least 70 people. forgetting about all other things, you anxiously tapped your foot and kept poking your head out of the line to see if the line was moving any faster.

“c’mon… hurry up please…” you whined impatiently. god, or whoever’s up there, please let there still be clothes in my size… as the minutes turned into hours, you slowly started losing both excitement and patience. it was getting dark, and you didn’t know what time you’d be back. you were so close to giving up; the only thing that kept you going was the fact that there was only two people you were behind.

your stomach growled loudly, you haven’t eaten since you left in the morning… whatever. after this, you could buy something from the mall and sleep for hours. suddenly, a loud voice pierces through your ears. “hello, we’re here to report a missing person. y/n l/n, if you are still in the mall, come to the front desk. denki kaminari is there waiting for you.”

oh. fucking hell, you left denki back there. shit, shit, shit. you try calling him on your phone, but it’s dead. you’re so close… c’mon, just a couple more minutes… but he thinks you’re missing… goddammit, you think, ditching the line to rush to the entrance.

as you get closer, you see a familiar head of bright blonde hair. he’s biting his lip, pacing back and forth, traces of stray tears decorating his cheeks. approaching him, you instantly flick his forehead. instantly his massages his forehead and opens his eyes. “y-y/n! i thought you were dead!” he cries, wrapping his arms around your torso. “denks, what the fuck!” you whine. “i was so close to getting into the storeee…” “m sorry.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

sighing dramatically, a genius idea pops into your very big brain. you’re going to make him dance. he never wants to do it, and this is a golden opportunity! “you gotta make it up to me.” you pout. “alright fine, what do you want?” he asks. you think about it for a minute before grinning devilishly. “you gotta make a tiktok with me.” “right now?” “yeah, let’s go outside, it’s snowing!” “i don’t think-”

tugging his hand, you drag him outside and start to film your video. it’s… a lot colder than you thought it would be. it’s alright though, you have a super strong immune system! and kaminari never wants to be dancing in your videos… so you’ll be fine for a couple more minutes!

the next day, however, you regret it all. sneezing and coughing miserably, you look out the window. in hindsight, you knew it was a bad idea, but now, you get all the affection from your boyfriend. “i told you dancing in the snow for a tiktok wasn’t a good idea.” he huffs, walking in with a bowl of soup. he’s clearly annoyed that you got sick, but that doesn’t stop you from teasing him.

“i know, but now i have this super cute video of us!” you smile weakly. “you better not post that.” he puts up the tough facade, but you can see his smile from a mile away. “whatever you say.” giggling, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend. “you better take care of me when i get sick too.”

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yourplayersaidwhat · 2 years

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Feywilds are Wild, part 1

An assortment of quotes from our Witchlight session today:

Rogue: (Discussing the various tasks assigned to us currently) And we have to find the unicorn’s boyfriend and his horn and return them.

Me, OOC: Nothing says they’re in the same place.

Bard, OOC: We just take the horn, put glue on it, stick it back on the unicorn.

Rogue, OOC: You’re going to use glue on a horse? That’s dark.

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DM: Bard, you roll high enough to tell that these candies are made of bugs. The lollipops are made of ants, the gummy worms are actually worms. Although, as an Owlin these probably look good to you.

I end up giving him one of my trinkets so he can get a bag of “gummy” worms. The others take a look and figure things out with less positive results.

Bard, OOC: I’ve got my gummy worms, I’m good. Oh, wait. -gets up from the table and goes to his backpack, comes back with a bag of Trolli gummy worms- I actually have gummy worms!

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DM: You get led into the parlor to wait for Granny Nightshade. Other than the big chair there are 3 smaller chairs.

Several do perception checks on the chairs, only the Monk rolls high enough.

Monk: Did anyone else see the chair shimmy?

Rogue, OOC: Iiii am standing next to one of them, I try to touch it.

DM: It scoots away from you.

Me, OOC: [Moogle Druid] sees this and just reaches out, “Poooke.”

DM: It moves away from you.

Me, OOC: I follow it trying to poke it more.

DM: Are you chasing this poor chair around trying to poke it??

Me, OOC: Yes!

#shit my players say #dnd #submission #shareable #official module #long post #multipart post #unconventional food choices

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autumn-sweet-fae · 2 years

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Going off of an anon question about “what if they have to stop because one of their pokemon gets sick/injured” you said it would be pretty unlikely for them to get caught like that because they are constantly foraging and making different items with the skills they learned in Hisui. But I kinda had an idea for why they might have to interact with the public, what if one of Lady Sneasler’s eggs hatched prematurely? This might be ooc because you said that the eggs would probably hatch only when Sneasler finds herself a den, but I think it would be a really cool idea for why Ingo and Araki have to come out of hiding. Maybe during the egg stealing incident one of the eggs is injured, not enough for it to be noticeable but enough for the shell to weaken and eventually hatch way before it was meant to. Or maybe the egg just hatched early on it’s own. Either way because the sneasel is born so prematurely it would die without any medical attention, and because neither Ingo nor Araki had to deal with this situation before they decide to they need to seek help in order to save the sneasel’s life. Ingo, being Lady Sneasler’s warden, is the first to decide to risk it to save his noble’s child, and whether or not Araki stays behind to keep the rest of the eggs safe or decides to go with Ingo, it still means that at least he is going to need to stick his neck out to get help. You can completely ignore this if it doesn’t fit within your story but I think it would be an interesting reason why they need to reveal themselves to the public again after basically giving up on trying to reason with them

Ooo this is GREAT! ok, so there was a hot minute there were I was considering that once they get the Eggs back Sneaseler was gonna open the basket and find one to be missing. But I decided that was too mean and that it messed up the other things I was planning. But! To have an egg that was possibly dropped by the idiot researches in their rush now has cracks forming?? Oh the drama!

Now, a cracked egg can still hatch. Sneaseler, Ingo, and Akari would all still be devistated at this discovery but Ingo has helped salvage cracked eggs before and goes into protective mode. He takes one look at the newly acquired Chandelure and then tells the group he need a candle. They might have a few already, or Akari might hide her hair under a scarf and run down to the poke mart of a near by town to buy some with the battle winnings they have. Either way, there a tense moment when Chandelure lights the candle and Ingo hovers it over the egg. They all watch as the melted wax slowly dips down onto the egg, filling in and protecting the cracks. After that all they can do is wait and patch up an new cracks that start to form. They can only buy so much time though.

Days go by with them diligently checking on the egg every morning, noon, and night. Until one day a crack too big to seal forms and baby’s claws break through. Sneaseler takes the egg from them and sadly holds it close as the too small baby fights her way out. She’s too early, barely making any sound at all. Sneaseler tries to keep her awake even after hatching, terrified that she’ll die if she falls asleep.

I would need to figure out the other events surrounding this one before I decide upon what this could mean for other ideas, but Ingo risking himself to save the sneaslet is absolutely gonna happen. He might return to the pokemon nursery for help, but by this point they could be on the other side of Sinnoh. They could go into a Pokémon center for help, they both have started to remember those places to be honestly good places to go when your Pokémon was in danger. And Nurse Joy isn’t afraid to kick out a cop if their endangering her patients.

Ooo! If they go to a poke-center and Akari goes with him, it could be one where perhaps Cheryl has started working! How’s that for a Dawn identity reveal?? At first the staff is debating if they should alert the authorities but then Cheryl’s chansey gets a good look at Akari and recognizes her. She pulls over her trainer, who’s still scared because this person is supposedly a member of team galactic, but then she Recognizes the young girl who helped her through Eterna forest and battled her at the tower.

Ingo would be the one to do all the taking, Akari could be there to keep Sneaseler and the others calm. So Cheryl doesn’t get the chance to speak with her directly at first. She does trust them much more now and joins Nurse Joy’s side that the patient care comes first and foremost. If these people want help for their pokemon then that all that matters.

But for sure one of those eggs will be cracked and a baby girl will hatch too early! Thank you so much for this suggestion because I really wanted there to be some kind of lasting effect to the bad guys stealing the eggs!

#submas wanted au #ingo #akari #sneaseler #pokemon #chandelure

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myopinionhi · 4 years

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A Will Solace Character Analysis: the Underappreciated Soft Side

I've noticed many fanfictions have Will Solace OOC. So I’ve been thinking about aspects of Will’s personality fans seem to either gloss over or exaggerate. Here, this post is me doing an in-depth analysis explaining Will Solace’s canon personality in the books, and how it can sometimes differ from fanfictions. Sprinkled in this analysis are tips to fanfiction writers on how they write Will as more in-character.

There is one major aspect of Will that people seem to ignore or underemphasize. Nico best explains it when describing Will in this quote

Jason was a fighter. You could tell from the intensity of his stare, his constant alertness, the coiled-up energy in his frame. Will Solace was more like a lanky cat stretched out in sunshine. His movements were relaxed and nonthreatening, his gaze soft and far away. In his faded SURF BARBADOS T-shirt, his cutoff shorts and flip-flops, he looked about as aggressive as a demigod could get, but Nico knew he was brave under fire. During the Battle of Manhattan, Nico had seen him in action - the camp's best combat medic, risking his life to save wounded campers.

To sum it up, Will Solace is a very chill and calm character. A lot of writers make Will more irrational, impulsive, overbearing, and emotional than he actually is. Will is not the type of character to create drama unless he's, as Nico puts it, "under fire." In other words, the intense side of his personality doesn't come out unless the situation is urgent or dire.

Fans remember during the Second Giant War how he gets angry and argues with Nico over Nico's health and shadow-traveling, so many assume Will is going to be this fiery over a lot of other things regarding their relationship. For example, fanfic writers may make Will controlling or overly sensitive with Nico. However, keep in mind, Will gets heated with Nico during the Second Giant War because Nico's shadow-traveling is killing him. This is how Will describes Nico's dire state.

"Coach Hedge told me all about your shadow-travel. You can’t try that again."

"I just did try it again, Solace. I’m fine."

"No, you’re not. I’m a healer. I could feel the darkness in your hand as soon as I touched it. Even if you made it to that tent, you’d be in no shape to fight. But you wouldn’t make it. One more slip, and you won’t come back. You are not shadow-travelling. Doctor’s orders."

Will is a healer. When he touches Nico's hand, he can sense how little sleep and food Nico has been getting and how Nico's being taken over by darkness. Nico is on the verge of death and hasn't cared about his health for a long time. Nico is also stubborn about it, so Will has to be aggressive in order to save Nico's life. This aggressive behavior is not the norm for Will, but it can sometimes come out when he has to assert control in a life-or-death situation.

Will is a calming prescence. He's a diplomat. He stops violence on multiple occassions.

He's one of the few people who's able to calm Clarisse's violent rage, and he does so in a gentle manner.

Clarisse pointed her dagger at Rachel. "What about their allies, huh? Did you see that tribe of two-headed men that arrived yesterday? Or the glowing red dog-headed guys with the big poleaxes? They look pretty barbaric to me. It would’ve been nice if you’d foreseen any of that, if your Oracle power didn’t break down when we needed it most!"

Rachel’s face turned as red as her hair. "That’s hardly my fault. Something is wrong with Apollo’s gifts of prophecy. If I knew how to fix it –"

"She’s right." Will Solace, head counsellor for the Apollo cabin, put his hand gently on Clarisse’s wrist. Not many campers could’ve done that without getting stabbed, but Will had a way of defusing people’s anger. He got her to lower her dagger. "Everyone in our cabin has been affected. It’s not just Rachel."

One of the most underrated Will Solace moments is when he stops a bloody battle from happening between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter.

But he knew it wouldn’t do any good. After weeks of waiting, agonizing and steaming, the Greeks and Romans wanted blood. Trying to stop the battle now would be like trying to push back a flood after the dam broke.

Will Solace saved the day.

He put his fingers in his mouth and did a taxicab whistle even more horrible than the last. Several Greeks dropped their swords. A ripple went through the Roman line like the entire First Cohort was shuddering.

"DON’T BE STUPID!" Will yelled. "LOOK!"

People are so used to seeing demigods, especially male demigods, being aggressive fighters that they can't wrap their heads around a brave and strong demigod who actively tries to avoid unnecessary conflict and destruction as much as he can.

And that's Will Solace's strength: he has the ability to prevent as much harm as possible.

Will is a difficult character to write. There's a lot of dueling factors with his personality. He's calm and pacifying while also being brave and assertive. He's fun and lighthearted while also being intelligent, logical, and grounded. He's laidback while also being responsible and hardworking. He's insecure but not melodramatic. He's very caring and protective but not pushy.

Will's personality confuses Nico sometimes too.

He’d always thought of Will as easygoing and laid back. Apparently he could also be stubborn and aggravating.

The trick to writing Will is to keep in mind his default personality is a soft and lighthearted character. Writers tend to overemphasize the hard side of his personality when his default personality is actually the soft side.

Think of the relaxing, lanky cat metaphor Nico uses for him. He and Nico bicker often, and it works for Will because he rolls with everything and doesn't take things too seriously. He's able to alleviate Nico's moodiness with humor, wittiness, groundedness, and patience. Nico affectionately calls Will a "dork" because Will usually keeps things light. Interestingly enough, he's able to be lighthearted without coming across as insensitive or an airheaded goofball, the latter of which is something Nico dislikes about Percy's personality. On a related sidenote, another way writers make Will OOC is they make him too dumb or too immature. I know I mentioned to focus on Will's soft side, but be careful to avoid that too. He's a SENSIBLE, lanky cat.

The way Will keeps his composure during a stressful situation by using laughter while still being mature is expressed well in this exchange with Apollo. (Yes, Will has a lot to manage.)

It was difficult to think of this young man as my son. He was so poised, so unassuming, so free of acne. He also didn’t appear to be awestruck in my presence. In fact, the corner of his mouth had started twitching.

“Are—are you amused?” I demanded.

Will shrugged. “Well, it’s either find this funny or freak out. My dad, the god Apollo, is a fifteen-year-old—”

“Sixteen,” I corrected. “Let’s go with sixteen.”

“A sixteen-year-old mortal, lying in a cot in my cabin, and with all my healing arts—which I got from you—I still can’t figure out how to fix you.”

“There is no fixing this,” I said miserably. “I am cast out of Olympus. My fate is tied to a girl named Meg. It could not be worse!”

Will laughed, which I thought took a great deal of gall. “Meg seems cool. She’s already poked Connor Stoll in the eyes and kicked Sherman Yang in the crotch.”

The fiercer side of Will's personality comes out only when the situation calls for it; this happens sometimes when he has to be a caring family member, a responsible healer, or a warrior in a dire situation. Even when he gets more forceful, he doesn't get more forceful than he has to.

Since Will has such a balanced and lighthearted personality, what are his flaws? What are the dark sides of his personality? There are four main things that stick out.

1. He's insecure about his self-perceived lack of abilities.

"I agree," Will said. "I wish I was a better archer … I wouldn’t mind shooting my Roman relative off his high horse. Actually, I wish I could use any of my father’s gifts to stop this war." He looked down at his own hands with distaste. "Unfortunately, I’m just a healer."

2. He sometimes struggles to endure the heavy responsibilities he has as a healer and as a protector to his family.

“I got it reattached,” Will told me, his voice shaky with exhaustion. His scrubs were speckled with blood. “I need somebody to keep him stable.”

I pointed to the woods. “But—”

“I know!” Will snapped. “Don’t you think I want to be out there searching too? We’re shorthanded for healers. There’s some salve and nectar in that pack. Go!”

I was stunned by his tone. I realized he was just as concerned about Kayla and Austin as I was. The only difference: Will knew his duty. He had to heal the injured first. And he needed my help.

3. He forces himself to bottle his emotions to keep his composure.

Will laughed under his breath. “I’m terrified. But one thing you learn as head counselor: you have to keep it together for everyone else. Let’s get you on your feet."

Here's a second example.

I rested my hand on Will’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back by dawn.”

His mouth trembled ever so slightly. “How can you be sure?”

4. He constantly worries about his loved ones.

Nico rested his hand on Will’s shoulder. “Apollo, we were worried. Will was especially.”

In conclusion, Will Solace's personality is difficult to get correct. But don't worry, if you write Will as a laidback, witty cat in your fanfics, I guarantee he'll be more in-character than many other fanfics with Will Solace.

(Note: I am only human. If you believe I'm misinterpreting some aspects of Will's personality, feel free to express it. What I say isn't 100 percent the right interpretation.)

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DREAM FOR ME ! series ; ( SCARAMOUCHE x f. reader !! )

mentions of reader liking to play a whole lot and hating long dresses / attires . ooc-ness expected of scara once again ! mentions of self harm , poorly written gore , suicide , attempts at suicide . please proceed with caution on the parts im gonna set warnings again .

SEVENTH ENTRY ! one is being weird , the other concluded .

"I KINDA WANT IT TO RAIN ."

with just those notions , not even the term wish or any actual act of serious wishing anymore , it rains . no , scaramouche shakes his head . "It's been raining since we both awoke , Y/n ." the crisp of the pages was long gone . you've been turning it , probably not but , you looked like you've been reading it repeatedly over the days too . he didn't really want to just ask and decided to try and just figure out why you keep on looking at it , by himself . it was nothing special though , the book he means , it was just compiled pages about butterflies . how long they get to live , how pretty they are , how many color combinations for their wings are there .

totally mediocre , he couldn't find any sort of reason why you'd spend more than a few minutes looking at these pages of words in fonts so small . well , the fonts used were pretty , the images printed along some spaces too .

"Right ? It's like magic !" he says nothing again . you once commented on how the him you've come to know from tumblr and wattpad headcanons ( whatever those are ) is loud , and degrading , morally gray and indoubtedly merciless in every way . what kind of drug exactly got you liking , whatever that him is . "Don't you think so , Scara ?" you keep pushing it , he can't help but get out of his silent hole . "Yeah , sure ."

your silence is what got him looking up from where his eyes focused themselves on the yellowish old-smelling pages of that butterfly analogy book you've been sticking your head on for days . you weren't doing anything that abnormally can't be compiled with all your other abnormals , but it was still , different .

you just silently staring from outside the one side swung heavy door of the church . he once thought that this structure was no different from all the others ; with doors that can't be opened yet design totally unmatched . surprisingly enough , when you do push said door after your morning skips through the paved stone floors , it opened .

the church was not that special but the way you acted when you entered was . he could still vividly see the way your eyes dulled the moment it laid upon the very front , before you spun and laid your shoulder upon the wooden huge door and stayed still there . looking at the downpour like the loud falling of raindrops were in any way amusing .

he's heard about how your mother often liked to parade you around during sundays . in church . dressed in such long clothes you hated . "Didn't you say you hated long dresses ?" he prompts , despite the mentioning of said preference being asked around days from now , he was sure you still remember how you said it to him .

his eyes darted on the dress he was speaking of , what length it had back then that only covered down to your knees is close to engulfing half of your calf . it's not like he minded , it's better now that your dress doesn't show too much when it sways with the freezing airs . it's just odd that it changed by how it gradually got longer , and you never seem to mind it , despite how you always poke at him about his long attire .

"Yeah , I did ."

"Are you saying you don't anymore ?"

"Nah , I still do ."

you weren't looking at him , he could only force his harsh freezing staring at the stretch of your back . you have gone and sat down the red carpet , just there , gazing at the pouring rain . he worries you wouldn't be able to hear him any longer with that loud downpour going on . you still seem to be able to answer though .

"Then , why aren't you trying to change up that long dress of yours ?" he's started to snatch a few things from the book you always read out of oftentimes to him about his clothes and unexpectedly , you turn to him . your eyes looking a lot blurry in his , "Because it's freezing , Scara . Rainy season ." you even removed one of your hands clasped on your crossed legs as you point at the weather outside . "Real cold , no ?"

it's not just that issue with your dress somehow getting longer and longer . there's also the undeniably noticeable drain of color in your face whenever he mentions or even try and touch the hem of your dress . you'd be all up pressing it back against your thighs and wincing and he would be so confused as to why you're acting so defensive when he's just trying to remove a few leaves stuck or straighten it back as it's weirdly pressed from whichever odd way you sat again . usually you'd be the one all over him .

there were a lot of suspicious going-ons with you . including the disappearing of yours every night ever since you kept barging in his room . in the middle of said night , he'd stir up and notice you weren't there . thinking he's just hallucinating , he'd up and console his anxiousness with interrupted slumber . you come back though . quite the relief and mystery to him . your feet would be wet . leaving tracks and sloshing sound as you droop down the futon again . you'd often mumble things he just couldn't make out even after long piecing that led to involuntary sleeping . he was finally able to have the right gears turning for him though , last night . the same plopping on the bed , the same wet feet , but not just a desperate exasperated mumbling . the slur was mixed with a choked sob , he could faintly remember the way you clutched at his pillow . faintly because he had it caught lidded eyes .

what stuck to him most was your saying of , "I'm running out of time ." with the most cracked voice and desperate yet talently taken care of escapee cry .

he didn't know what that meant , but he was sure he could hear a few more sniffings until it drowned along the solemn silence . the next day , you were , just fine . waking him up early morning the same way you've been long doing . a hand on his arm and head hovering above his as you mouth the same words , the same as yesterday , and the day before that . "Wake up Scara ! It's mornin' !"

at some point , he more so wonders why you like shortening words when it's not that hard to say the ning in morning instead of just ending it with a nin . he always seem to forget to ask that . but in another sense , he really just didn't want to . like how he didn't want to ask what you are running out of time for .

"What are you doing ?" it took many rustling and barely audible steps for him to speak up about your sorry excuse of stealth . "Preparin' to draw ." his eyes were closed , leaning on the beige olden walls , but even with that , it didn't mean his other sense were of lack of use as your vocals . since when were you capable of such low voice ? you'd usually say everything you do and want so loud , it's almost like he has to go thru a broken tape all groggy and messed up that he can't seem to throw out .

"On what ?"

"You ."

the lids of his eyes instantly rising up . his head on front turn and he looks at you from where he is seated on the chairs in the middle of the inside of the church . "Me ?"

"Yeh ."

you were shuffling , looking for something , your body seem more tense than usual . he keeps that notion in mind . he places back his head to turn on front , knowing that you were on your way next to him anyway . "Like tattooing and shit . Nii-chan and I used to do that when we were kids . My face would be filled and you know ! There's was even one time where we accidentally used permanent ink markers and had to skip three days of school because it just wouldn't come off !!"

what's with that somber smile ? it's pissing him off . "Wipe that off ." it could've come out more as a form of scolding but it fled from his lips as a whisper , barely heard by you . the confused hm ? that left you was only for the way he proceeded to hold unto your chin and wipe something off of your lips with a swipe of his thumb's tip . that look of i hate seeing it was there , he was sure you saw it too , but after than giving back a gaze of what ? to return his , he seemingly realized that you probably didn't get it . and here he thought you'd be one to actual know the expressions you project . maybe not .

he clears his throat , rather roughly . you pat his back lightly as if that'd do anything to the seeping confusion from you that passed unto him . why did he do that ? he shakes his head , you didn't notice . "So , have you found whatever materials you need for this , drawing ?" he moves away his hand on your chin to try and encase more distance in between you two but you just moved further to him , grinning as you rose both your hands and he sees you holding a miniature glass that looks to be an urn , which seemed oddly familiar to him . said glass is tucked tight by some seal , what's sealed are ink as dark as his lashes , as thick looking as them as well .

on your other hand is two moderately sized paintbrushes . the tips held great semblance to that of the softest looking threads of hair , probably plucked out of a goddess' head—the brush itself stood straight on your fingers , looking like a piece of belonging and crafted only for professional artists . well , whoever made said brushes better off not ask which is now owning them .

"Let's jot down our skins by the river ?" he doesn't say anything again . he likes keeping his lips pressed tightly closed as you opt to talking more that way . that look in your face though , it's forcing him to speak up . so he thinks . drawing with raw ink and paintbrushes by the church you seem to hate yet subtly cherish , would be bad . the proof of said subtle cherishing would be how you didn't let yourself in since your dress earlier was more wet by the rain than his attire was . well , he did skip playing around in the open , under the said pouring .

he need not think more the moment those e/c of yours showed a sheen of fading glint again . oh that loveable glint . he breathes . "By the river ."

by the river , by the side of the bridge , a huge kalakuchi tree is rooted . it wasn't as big as the sakura tree in the sakura-site , but it was enough to shield you away from the rain as you draw on yourselves . there was a door in the transportation-contraption for said kalakuchi tree . the one in the church is at the back of the stage where the podium is , while on said tree it is on the very side of the stoned silver gleaming bridge .

the rain got somewhat calmer , than how it ever was when he awoke . you were awake first , again . and when he asked you about it , since he deemed it as a rare occurrence , you just giggled roughly at him as you said , you should've seen how it was before you woke up .

"Are you worried about something ?" you asked him , as you laid the black pretty looking silk linen on the green grass of the kalakuchi's unders . you seem to care about this place a lot . he sat down when you look up at him and patted on his spot .

"Are you really asking me that ?" he shots back , if anything , he didn't have to worry about anything anymore , not when he's here secluded from everything else . all worries he can have and spend time stressing on , could only ever be possibly pinned down to you . but you seem to not know that too . "Yeah , you keep looking at me like I'm hiding something from you ." you weren't looking at him again . almost always every time you ask question he'd want to see how your face retort to when you ask , you're either looking down doing something , or purposely not looking at him .

"I'm no—" he pauses as a certain stinging nestled in his throat . he hates it when that happens . it's almost like , the pact you two made , where it's that he can't lie when he answers to all your question , is not something he can't function against . everytime he try to sway his facts with lies , his throat would just tighten and he couldn't speak . that also pisses him off , but again , he kept it to himself . "But you are , aren't you ? Hiding something . From me ."

it almost felt like he was pushing needles through the roof of his mouth when he said that , but you calmly lifted your wrist , ink on the white of your brush , the rim brown getting corrupted black . "I am . But don't get all distant because of it . I'm just preparing a surprise , that's all ." he closes one eye at the cold feeling of your small left hand on his , you drew a small flower on the back of his joint and grinned . "Does it look like the kalakuchis ?" he looks up . then back to his hand . before snorting , releasing such noises that soon eloped to a laugh . "Looks nothing like it ."

you went on like that . you drew on him . he drew on you . he soon started shaming himself for putting ink on your pure white dress but you only laugh and said that it didn't matter since you have tons more in his closet . so why was it that every morning when you two awoke there will be a wrung white dress in the river , flowing with the cold water , and you'd be lifting it to dry ? why was it , that every morning he'd find himself staring at it flowing by the river again ?

he silently draws a teardrop on your cheek , making sure none of the ink could dribble down your lips or seep through your eye . now you looked like you were crying . he smiles to himself . "Hey—I thought you said no drawing on the face ???" he shrugs leaning in and closing his eyes as if he was saying to draw on his too . finding it fair you did as he gestured .

"You know I've always wanted to draw a di—" he clasp a hand at your mouth and looked at you like he was about to suffocate you to death if you were to continue . you can't held the way you burst into a loud laugh , all coming out muffled . before you moved his hand down . "Di—luc chibi ! Scara , you're surprisingly dirty minded ! Of course I'd never draw deez nuts on your face ." he rolls his eyes and your laughter erupts down to a fallen giggle . drawing said chibi on his face .

"If you were ever in love , Scara , how do—"

"I don't know ."

"Oh c'mon , I haven't even finished ???"

he grunts , dipping his brush . "You know I wouldn't know even if it's a what if . I've never fallen in love before ." you slump your shoulders like you were down , defeated by his words but you kept it up again . "But I really wanna hear what you'd think . It's a yes or no question ! Simple , very ."

he drew small crosses and exes on the other side of your eye and just darts his eyes to the side as if to announce that yeah , sure whatever , do what you want is what he has to say . you nod , clearing your throat , as if mocking the same way he did in the church . "If you were ever in love , hmmmm , wait , nah , let's not go there . You have a creator , right ? And you like em , even if just a bit , right ?"

he nods , letting you draw whatever you were drawing on his wrist . "If by chance you have a person , just a level lower than the like you feel for your creator—like , you don't tots love them but they're still kinda important—what do you think would be the best way to approach a situation where they just go away ?"

"Go away ? In what sense ?"

"Like , never coming back ."

he shrugs , feeling a pit in his stomach open and gobble up his emptiness , the already there black hole and the newly opened one , trying to gobble each other up . you continued , "Would you wish to forget them for good , or just , keep them at heart ?"

he doesn't have a heart . it's wrong to assume such a thing from him , but he was used to you assuming . he knew a lot of things about you , all because koe couldn't handle his continuous questioning , maybe that's why he's so silent when he's with you . since he's used up all his words when he's left along here with koe . he stuck out another freezing sigh . "I'd rather forget about them . It'd be better off to not remember ."

somehow , your silence riled up a train of panic in him . he immediately realized your question , after last minute analyzing . looks up at you like he was telling you thru his eyes that no that's not what he meant . assuming himself that you were trying to ask him how he'd put up with you leaving . frustrating himself that he even have the courage to be worrying . he shouldn't be caring about you .

"I see . I get it . I wish I can forget a lot of things in life too ." but that forced smile of yours , is like a magnet , dragging his worry's potential energy to be spent on you . he turns his eyes aside . "Must be hard ."

after that , you asked more questions . what he felt like when he was created . what he felt like when he met his creator . what he felt like when he came here . what he felt like when he met you . the raining eventually got stronger again . you suggested to play in the rain and get wet to rinse the drawings off , before you two head to bed . the sun again , have set . time flows so much faster when you're around .

as you pranced along your way to the sakura-site , which just a bridge and street away , you had the silk black linen draped along your waist , hiding your legs even more . he couldn't help but stare why you did that instead of putting it up your head or something . you accused him jokingly of ogling and he bonks your head with a huff . your nervous laugh was the same as when you two were on your way to the church , playing thru the rain . when he points out that you were wet , and something seem to be peeking through your legs , somewhat red , you immediately bent down to sit . saying that it was nothing .

what was it , really ?

"There you go again ." your voice , was it always this faint ? or was it just the rain ? yeah , it's just the rain . he walks past the you that has ink dribbling down your face , not like he was any different . "Let's just hurry ."

when you two got to the transportation-contraption , you held unto his hand when he kept staring at it . he had been particularly eyeing that right hand too , you haven't been giving him a chance to look at it . just when the same black out and falling ish went on , the two of you , who's gotten a bit used to it , just stood . he felt you sway and land on his shoulder tho . you didn't move away , you stayed there . "Tired ?"

he asks , you hum . "A bit ." and just then , the lights are on and you're both back at the library . "Dry off ." he says , tossing a towel atop your head as he wipes himself . "You're gonna freeze to death ." he continues , since you just looked at him . eyes looking all dead . "Y/n ." he urge , and that's when you blinked . "Yeah , uh , towel ?" his brows knit at each other , almost up for some crocheting . he walked to you and dragged the towel off the crown of your head and started drying you off himself . "You're being such a bother ."

he couldn't see you with your hair all over your face like that but you did mouth a sorry and he silently conjured an it's fine . you blew raspberries as some hair got stuck to your mouth . "Can I borrow another hakama ?" he tosses you one .

"You didn't eat today ." he could hear you stop rustling , and he could've looked back if he didn't know you were in the middle of changing . he was too , but he was quicker than you . the silence was louder than any shouts of WOOOHOOO you've ever had him hear . before he could mouth your name again you say something , ". . . I don't have it in me to eat anything . Yeah , that . Did you want to eat ?"

you turn the conversation around as you latch on his neck . lifting your legs and just staying there . he fixes his clothes you've dragged back and shook his head . "I'm never hungry ." he could feel you smile as you sunk your head on top of his shoulder . "I figured ."

"Are you sleeping , Scara ?"

"I am about to , so please do considering shutting up ."

"And if I don't ?" he sighs , focusing on closing his eyes . "Then don't ." you laugh again . you've been laughing too much today . "I'll shut up ." again with the still of everything . when he hears rustling and moving , he immediately turns to look at you whom was readying for a moment of standing . "What ?" you ask . "Where are you going ?" he asks back .

you gave this irked look , probably wondering why even cared . "I wanted some water . Did you want some too ? Need to go to the bathroom ? What ?" he wished you didn't notice the slight panic in his eyes , the way it eased up when you answered that you were just getting water . he shakes his head , for the umpteenth time today , "Nothing , hurry along ." you flash him another look before hurrying along .

as soon as he heard the wooden door sliding , closing and shutting he sighs so loud the whole place shakes . "What am I doing ." that wasn't a question , it was more of a wonder at that point .

WARNING !! PLEASE PROCEED WITH UTMOST CAUTION , THE NEXT PART OF THE CONTENT IS FILLED WITH THE WRITINGS OF SELF HARM AND CONCEPT OF SUICIDE & SUICIDAL ATTEMPTS !! its also very confusing , so there's that . you might want to drop the series now while you still can !

you stare at the dead of the sky . no , you stared at how the pink flowers patched up it's dead lights . you heaved another sigh . holding the blade a lot more tighter than before , it's so inconvenient that the only blade around had broken it's holding casing and now you have to touch its sharp parts directly against your grip . the sting it gives as it grinds against your skin doesn't at all compare to what you were inflicting on your thighs .

you choke back a sob as you slit another line against your thigh . forgetting that you've already done that and now not just the skin but even your flesh is getting cut . you cry . "A-agh , fuck . . ." it was all useless .

the wounds weren't healing . in fact , you knew of this yesterday night already . they just continued bleeding and aching and you didn't even feel like moving around anymore . they hurt so bad . you stare at the red dripping on the stoned floors , staining a few of the fallen pink petals , you shake your head as if that in any way could rid of the tears blurring your blurring sight .

you stare at the wounds you've done to yourself . unlike the past you who would've cried the moment your skin seem to patch and heal itself , the you now was crying because that magic isn't happening anymore . instead of the you back then that cursed and wished that when you tied a noose around your neck you'd run out of breath and not defy the human anatomy and just hang there , the you now can't even begin to imagine lacking air , any less , dropping eead .

just as your body in the real world declines , so does the one here . and you knew that , koe told you already . the moment you awoke here instead of heaven , ( or maybe hell , no one can rlly tell ) when you knew you should've been dead since you did collide with an eight-wheeler . koe said , very clearly .

"You're dying , Y/n . Isn't that great ?"

and the you then that didn't even know what was going on and was belittling the situation just asked , "Huh ? Shouldn't have I been dead already ?" if koe had any sort of physical form , then you would've seen them shrugging . "You're unconscious right now , a day's passing and you're dead . But since you are an object of pity , it is digged that your time here would be a few more days . Cool , right ?"

you grin to yourself . "For real ? So I just gotta wait ? I'm dying ? Fucking finally !"

oh how you ate your words . koe didn't mention that , since you're practically nearing your deepest ends , all what life should've been able to spend , is now tolled on you so your senses in the real world and in your realm have also collided .

you could hear your brother's cries and shouts , you could almost see him rampaging to your parents that declined to put in an effort to fuck up those students that led you to this , obviously they were belittling the situation as you are . if you close your eyes and focus , you could see how he's crying , haggard , face still pretty , but anguish and wary all over his bloodshot eyes . he hasn't slept or rested , eaten or anything . and you had no more than an hour left . you couldn't even tell if that's a good thing for him or you at that point or what . the indifference fraying like the antique felts in your oldtown basement . you could hear his cries of Y/n , come back , please , don't leave me like this . and you'd be wondering if what was happening was in any way worth celebrating .

of course , since you were stubborn , you weren't that afraid . you've wanted this , all this long while . you've always had . everytime those disgusting men tried to molest you . everytime your mother shouted at you . everytime your classmates treat you like shit . everytime your brother flashes you that pitiful gaze . everytime the world just seem to be the darkest place you could ever be . dying is an escape .

you only notice the grave you'll be put in , when you had a few days left . few days . you really didn't mind how scaramouche was ignoring you , or how he was avoiding you , you knew that was for the best . but as time clicked and ticked and you think , the idea of spending your last given days like this , felt so lame .

so you chased after him . deciding to use him to fill and check some wishes on your bucketlist . not like you had much in it . completely forgetting how his entire being have already carved such deep scribes on your heart . said carvings just got deeper and deeper , until you were choking upon realizing that you wouldn't be able to feel how amazing it'd be to have your heart carved the way his entity wanted it to be .

you actually didn't know how many days you had left .

tots had no idea . so koe dropped a hint . koe liked seeing you suffer . "Once one of the things that you could never do or make happen in this place , takes place , then , your time's ending ."

you didn't have any idea what else could be prominently witnessed to be changing or differentiating other than the fact that you can't be harmed , here . the reason not only because you've most spent all times just messing around , or that this realm is almost just like the real one , but because you've always tried harming yourself here . you once hated the fact that even when you're sleeping , you're awake in you're dreams . but yeah , your wounds would always heal , you'd stay immortal . knives were like plastic and your skin was like steel . as said earlier , you knew since you've tried , a couple of methods to die . you've never even drowned . you felt like a mermaid once , until that got boring too . who can blame you ? the river's got nothing for it but shimmering rocks , one swipe then it'd be transparent , like an obscure looking diamond .

you figured cutting yourself would do the trick . but as there is the chance that it wouldn't heal , you did the strikes on your thighs . the first day , you were able to cut yourself , but the cuts took longer to heal . it started like that , it healed , it didn't hurt . next it hurt , then it bled , too much . scars appeared . then , it just didn't heal . like right now .

it just continued bleeding and hurting like shit .

you slashed yourself again . deeper than all the rest . and oh boy did you shriek . fuck , that was stupid . you knew it wouldn't heal no matter the depth of the cut . you tried to take a breath in . the dress was more soaked in red than usual . will the blood still come off from the rivers flowing works or will it stay like that forever ? will scara finally notice ? he's been observing you a lot more than usual .

ah , you wished he figured out by the bled draped dress , or the cuts that have barely closed and kept out of his sight by poorly circled bandages . never did you want him to see , just how disheveled you were , with the blood still pouring like the tears from your eyes , and the hope escaping along with it all .

the rain poured even harder . like how your mind screamed a mantra of no as his figure became clearer . if it wasn't for the downpour , you wouldn't have doubted , that he ran his way to you which resulted to his ragged breaths . hands clasped around both your shoulders , he shook you like his life depended on shaking back life in your eyes . the same way you shake emotions in him . he was unsure of what was going on , you know . the way his eyes shook said it all . he looked down to the blade you've dropped and the bleeding mess on your thighs . there were more cuts on the left than the right .

with a shaky breath , and trembling hands , his face dripped with the rain drizzling so hard from atop , crumpled was his face into an expression you couldn't conclude as anything else but a dismaying mix of worry , pity , and fear . he looked like he was about to cry , wow , you made scaramouche look like that . you couldn't even try to joke your mind into numbing it all again like you've always had . point inched more as your ears rung as he says next , in the most gentle yet panicked way possible , "Y/n , Y/n , Y/n . No , what the fuck is this—What is going on ?!"

you can't seem to try and lift the side of your lips for him anymore .

prev part : CHAP # 6 ! : next part : CHAP # 8 !

chaps index : SCARA-LiNE / WORKS NAVi !

#scaramoucheimagines #scaramouchexfem!reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact #x female reader #x fem!reader #series #dreamforme!scaraseries!

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djadins · 3 years

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aurora glow | thrawn x f!reader — part one

An alien ship lands on Earth after electrical failure. You have been surviving alone, the planet being struck by an EMP-like solar flare years prior. What happens when you meet the inhabitants of this ship on your travels?

warnings: violence, explicit language, canon divergence

rating: T

word count: 2.8k

a/n: Thrawn probably is and will be OOC during this series. also, as the story progresses i’m definitely bound to get things wrong and probably accidentally add something that’s actually from star trek (so apologies!) loosely inspired by the Voyager episode ‘Gravity’ and a book I recently finished!

You saw the crash before you heard the explosion.

It had been a long time since something had lit up the sky that wasn’t the moon, sun or auroras. You weren’t very far away from the crash site, you could tell. Although, admittedly, you were still bad at measuring distances. It was on your way southbound anyways - as it was fall, and winter and the first snow would be fast approaching.

You arms tightened around the smooth handle of your walking stick, one of your favorite found items. You preferred to think of them in this manner, rather than “looting” or “stealing”. Could they even be considered that if their owner was no longer there to use them? You didn’t think so, at least.

It took twenty minutes before you were close enough to see the smoke rising out of the giant space... ship. You felt a shudder rip through your body. You know exactly what you saw but it was still a concept you had to wrap your brain around. Believing for nearly your whole life that out there, somewhere, other life had to exist... and actually seeing it with your own eyes were two different things.

You instinctually began walking lower to the ground, closer to the shrubbery and trees, checking your hip for the well hidden, small 9mm you kept on you at all times. You knew you had few bullets left and would not use it unless you really needed to. There was a knife in the inside of your boot that you would try to use instead but only if the situation called for it.

You could make out many white, helmeted figures from here. At least, you assumed that was armor and not their actual bodies. There was also one, deep, calm voice alongside a fair amount of shouting that you couldn’t quite see. You walked in a semi circle, closer to the voices. There was a lot of brush, thankfully, that you could hide yourself in.

When you were close enough to see the event that was unfolding, you instinctively held your breath. There was the spaceship, in all her glory, smoking and partially buried in the ground. You were surprised there wasn’t more outward and obvious damage, but you weren’t sure of the full extent of the electrical failure or how far from the planet it had reach. Many of those white figures were scattered around, holding some sort of weapon in the direction of the action.

The shouting figures, which were now only a few feet from you, were holding weapons you recognized. Even with their backs fully or partially turned from you, you could tell that the three of them were human. Two men, who had their weapons pointed towards select armored white aliens, and one woman. She had a short-barreled shotgun that was pointed at the tallest of the aliens.

His crimson eyes caught your attention first and you released your breath at the sight of them. They were dark, reminding you of the Red Delicious apples you had stored in your pack. His vibrant blue skin contrasted harshly against his eyes and his pitch colored hair and uniform. His hair was short and slicked back but a few strands were hanging over his face. He seemed humanoid apart from his angular face, but even with that, if he wasn’t blue he might actually pass for human.

You realized the woman wasn’t shouting at him, but the uniformed men around him. Their weapons were pointed at the three humans but they were taking no action.

“We want all the food and supplies out of that ship, now!” she shouted. “If we don’t get it in five minutes, I’ll take big blue here down!”

You were close enough to see the jaw in the tall blue alien’s mouth tighten. He pinched his lips together tightly before responding in a cool, calm voice. “As I have already stated, my men will not respond to your demands. Neither will I, for that matter.”

The woman began shouting again. You bit your lip and wondered if you had gone mad for what you were considering doing. You didn’t even give yourself time to think if this was the smart move before you picked up the palm-sized rock that was on the ground beside you. There was a large, wooden warehouse on your right where one of the human men had been standing beside, weapon ready. You were about 30 feet away from it from your current position.

You wound your arm back and threw that rock with everything you had. It smashed through a wood panel, making a sharp cracking noise. All heads momentarily turned, except for the blue alien, who’s line of sight was now firmly focused in your direction. You had already taken off from the bushes, walking stick in hand, when you realized he was looking directly at you.

While everyone else’s attention was still focused on the dilapidated warehouse, you spun your walking stick behind your back and then quickly whipped it back in front of you, hitting the woman with the shotgun square in the head. Your walking stick shattered where it connected with her. She crashed into the ground with a bloodcurdling scream and you grabbed the shotgun she dropped. All eyes were now on you as you pointed it at her.

“Drop your weapons, you two,” you yelled, partially out of breath, eyes still focused on the woman on the ground. You poked her with the barrel of the gun. “Tell them,” you warned her.

She nodded her head and looked around at the two men. You heard the familiar crunch of grass as the two weapons were dropped, but your eyes were still focused on her. Then you heard the shrieks of the men and a sickening crunching sound that followed. Two of the white armored men now approached either side of you, weapons drawn. The blue alien was still silent, but he put his hand up towards his men. They lowered their weapons instantly.

He motioned for you to back up and you did just that. The two armored men flung their weapons behind their backs and went towards the woman on the ground. They restrained her before you finally drew your attention fully to the tall man in front of you. He had stepped closed to you now that you were hanging onto the shotgun with one loose hand, the barrel almost brushing against the grass.

He held a large, cerulean hand out to you. His eyes had seemed to lighten. “If I may,” he started, “it will take my men off edge.”

You nodded and passed the weapon over to him. He held it in both hands, studying it for a moment, before handing it to one of his men.

“Why did you betray your people?”

You looked from his hands back up to his eyes, your voice suddenly gone.

You bit your lip and looked around you, fully realizing the situation you had now put yourself in.

A handful of the armored men had restrained the three humans but the rest were looking at you and the alien. They still had their weapons drawn, and although they weren’t pointed in your direction, you knew that they easily could be.

“Th.. they weren’t my people,” you stammered, looking back into his vibrant eyes.

He tilted his head slightly. “Hmm.” He took his time, looking you up and down before doing the same to them. “They resemble you. Are you of a different race?”

“N.. no. I, uh,” you struggled on how to explain. You bit your lip again. “We are all humans, from this planet, yes. But I do not know them personally.”

Another hmm escaped his lips as you wondered how on this good earth you could even understand what he was saying to you. “I am still perplexed,” he admitted. “What would compel you to help me?”

You looked down at your feet after he asked you this. You honestly weren’t sure what surged through you in what had only happened moments earlier. You looked back up at him, directly in his eyes. “I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I have never seen an alien before and I didn’t want you to think we were all bad.”

His eyebrows scrunched together at your response, giving you what you could only describe as a quizzical look. It was as if he was trying to figure you out entirely by solely examining you. He took a step towards you.

“You have never met another who wasn’t from your own planet?”

You shook you head. “Before the blackout, it was a widely debated topic whether or not there was extraterrestrial life somewhere in space.”

He smiled at your response. “Well, I’m happy to inform you, there are many different life forms, spread across millions of light years.”

He watched your eyes light up at this statement. You couldn’t help but look up at the sky above you. You felt infinitesimally small in that moment.

“I am Thrawn, Captain of the Thunder Wasp.”

You looked back at him and gave your name.

“I am unsure of how your people greet one another, however it is a pleasure, nonetheless.”

You held you hand out towards him without thinking at his response. Some of his men tightened their grip on their weapons at your action and you flinched. He looked towards them and shook his head. He slowly mimicked your action, bringing his hand out but not quite touching you.

You grasped his hand, slow enough that he could pull back if he was uncomfortable. You looked in his eyes and smiled, slowly shaking his hand up and down. His hand was large, enveloping yours easily. He was incredibly warm to the touch. “Nice to meet you, Captain.”

He caught on to your action, bringing his hand up and down in a synchronous motion with you. When you both released your light grip, he smiled back at you. “Please, Thrawn is sufficient. I am not your commanding officer, but a visitor to your planet.”

After this interaction, Thrawn’s men separated, leaving the two of you to yourselves. There were still four guards with the other humans and only then did you bring your attention to them.

“Dirty bitch,” the woman spat at you and as soon as she did, one of the guards knocked her in the back of the head. A shudder ripped through your body after witnessing this.

Thrawn called out your name and you focused your attention back to him. “If I could borrow you a moment, I have some questions I would like to ask.”

You shook your head in affirmation. He turned on his heel, hands firmly clasped behind his back as he walked towards his ship. You left your walking stick on the ground as you followed behind him.

The ship was tilted sideways slightly, it’s nose buried in the ground while it’s backside was raised a little above. You approached the side of the ship, where two of his soldiers were standing in position beside a door.

At the Captain’s approach, they grasped what appeared to be suction cups on each individual door. The pulled and the door split open in the middle and Thrawn walked towards it, taking a large step up into the ship easily with his elongated legs. Upon realizing you would struggle a lot more to get in than he would, he bent down and reached a hand out towards you.

You didn’t hesitate as you put your hand into his and one foot on the floor of the ship. It was angled just above your waist and you could feel the stretch burn the back of your thigh. The sensation didn’t last long as Thrawn hoisted you into the ship, seemingly using little energy on his part. He dropped your hand as soon as you were steady and the doors were manually shut behind you.

The corridors were lit with dim red lights along the wall. Shadows bounced as you and Thrawn navigated through the ship. His skin looked almost iridescent in here.

You followed him through many different corridors until he paused in front of a door. He pulled a card out from somewhere in his uniform that he swiped against the panel next to the door and it slide open automatically. Same at the doors outside, just without someone manually pulling it apart.

You looked around as you followed behind him. You were in a large room that resembled an office and had another closed door leading to somewhere else along the wall. There were many different pieces of what you would describe as art scattered through the room along with a giant desk. It had two large, comfortable looking chairs settled on either side.

Thrawn pulled out the chair that had its back facing the door you had just entered, clearly made for whoever was visiting the owner of this desk, which you could only assume was the man in front of you himself. Once you had settled in the chair, which threatened to swallow you whole, Thrawn settled into the seat across from you.

He started by asking you what exactly you had meant by the ‘blackout’ you had mentioned earlier. You did your best to explain what little you knew of it, telling him that a few years prior the sun had sent out a solar flare strong enough to act as an EMP, effectively wiping out all electronics, everywhere, and sending humans back to the stone age. Thrawn listened to you intently, without interruptions as you did your best to work through what information you had gathered through the years. You ended your long explanation by telling him that approximately once every 30 days, another solar flare would hit the Earth for roughly 12 hours and restore most of the electronics during that time. You could tell it was approaching by the aurora that would brighten the sky the night before.

You both sat silently as Thrawn chewed through the information you had just given him. Finally, he simply said, “That explains some things.”

You waited patiently for his next question while he formulated it. You had trouble keeping your eyes off of him, but didn’t want to come off as rude, so you looked around the room every once in a while.

Thrawn called out your name softly while you were staring at a painting situated over his left shoulder. If it wasn’t eerily silent on the ship, you might not have heard it. You looked over at him. He was examining you as if you were that painting hung on the wall. Finally, after a minute that seemed like an hour, he asked what your plans were.

“Well, winter is fast approaching. I aim to keep heading south where it will be warm during the season.” You looked down at your feet. “I have found it best to keep migrating through the years. Staying in one place invites danger,” you practically whispered.

“Are you all alone?”

You held back the emotional outburst that threatened to rip through you at that question. You shook your head in confirmation.

“How long?”

You swallowed hard. “7, maybe 8 seasons.”

You could feel Thrawn’s pity even if you weren’t looking at him, even though if you had looked at him you would have only outwardly seen stoicism.

“When do you expect the next flare to hit?” he asked you after a few silent moments.

You looked up at him for the first time in a while. His red eyes were soft, the color nearly washed out compared to the first time you saw him. He had folded his hands on top of his desk and was hunched over — or what a military man like him probably considered hunched over. His back was still pretty stick straight.

You pondered his question. “If I had to guess, 10... maybe 12 days. I don’t keep track very well anymore and sometimes it doesn’t follow an exact pattern. But it always happens, eventually.”

Thrawn nodded. “Would you be willing to stay with us while we repair the ship?”

Your mouth fell open. Sensing your confusion he added, “You are the only one who knows this planet, we could use your expertise.”

You bit your lip so hard you tasted metal.

Thrawn continued, voice near a whisper. “I will take you off this dying planet in return.”

His transition from ‘us’ to ‘I’ didn’t go unnoticed by you. You still sat there, silently processing his question.

You took a sharp breath in and let it out shakily. Tears prickled at your eyes.

How could you leave the only home you had ever known, if Thrawn and his men could even get their ship working again in the first place?

How could you survive out there, in space? A place you didn’t know... none of your people really knew, where you didn’t belong.

Where would you go? What would you do?

But you had no one and nothing left here.

You gave him your answer and you could have swore you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in response.

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dontcallmecarrie · 3 years

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Hey, I vicariously live in my imagination to escape from the reality.

So, I have been wondering about the Rogues reaction to Tony defeating thanos, the IronSmaug, taking over the world etc...

Have a go at it, if you are interested.

It's also fine if you dont.

thanks, I really, really needed the distraction. it's been. an interesting week. not in a good way.

tbh, the whole 'what does Team Cap think about this mess?' thing in TWiFFON is...something I had originally been torn about, and everything that's been happening ever since means I keep finding myself going "do I have the energy to tackle this? lol no".

For some context, because you probably know my stance on this sort of thing but I prefer redundancy just to make sure we're on the same page: once upon a time, I honestly, genuinely did like the Avengers. All of them, and yes, that included Wanda [...for less than an hour, but still].

Back when I still had faith in the writers, I was constantly going "...okay, so when are these guys going to stop acting so OOC? Where tf are they planning on taking these character arcs?" and just being disappointed at each turn— but I stuck around because I liked the potential. Steve "what do you mean punching fascists isn't cool anymore?" Rogers, Natasha "my past is a tire fire and I'll just leave it at that" Romanov, Clint "where's Loki? Let me at him!" Barton and the rest of the group had their good points, and I gave myself a headache trying to figure out wtf was their thought process when the time came for them to do their thing in TWiFFON.

It wasn't fun, I only did it because it was absolutely necessary... and I still ended up receiving complaints.

Look: for me, character bashing is exhausting. I have enough going down in my life that I don't have any interest in writing it, and over the past few years I've seen more than one of the fandoms I follow/lurk in become salt mines that have me going "...okay, if you hate it so much, why are you even here?"

When I write, I try my best to emphasize the 'actions have consequences' thing I learned long before I hit puberty; but that doesn't mean I'm up for anything beyond that. Again, I used to like these characters, so seeing the levels of suffering canon— and some writers— put them through just has me stepping back for a moment.

But TWiFFON attracted a lot of people who were pretty far out there in terms of what they wanted, some of whom got very very pissy when it wasn't the story I wanted to write, which is...probably like 99% of the reason I'm still burned out on that AU. Apart from the recent personal life bs that means I am Not Up To Dealing With any hypothetical rando that shows up in my inbox, because normally I could not care less about what people think but my energy levels are. Um. Not great atm. Not sure I wouldn't bite anyone's head off if they wanted to start something right now, tbh, or just ragequit writing for a while because I have way better things to do with my time than deal with random internet assholes.

...apologies for the tangent, but now you know why that situation is one I'm normally kinda reluctant on tackling.

As for what I'd originally headcanoned:

Back before things hit the fan, I'd originally planned to have some little interlude snippets of what Team Cap's been dealing with. Mostly, it would've forced them to acknowledge that for all none of them liked or trusted Tony, he was basically just the personification of what the rest of the world thought of them.

Nobody respects them, anymore, or trusts them; Clint'd be in very hot water and sleeping on the couch for a while, and Hank Pym would never let Scott hear the end of his involvement in this whole thing because Hank hates the Stark name and the English language cannot concisely articulate just how pissed off he was that he had to publicly thank Tony.

Team Cap overall would also start to fall apart at the seams as more and more stuff came out and ey, turns out the leader they'd trusted and broken international laws for had lied to them.

By omission, sure, but honestly— do you think that'd go down well? The "oh yeah, I've known my brainwashed friend killed his parents since DC but I am not going to tell him unless I'm forced to" thing?

I don't know about you, but I for one highly doubt Sam Wilson would be okay with that. Or Clint, for that matter, and the list goes on because the more time passes, the more stuff keeps coming out of the woodwork and for the first time in years, they're forced to deal with it.

One of the things I planned to include in the sidefic can basically be summed up as "the curious case of Bucky Barnes": that is to say, what'd happen after he's taken into custody, and poke lightly at the clusterfuck we're unpacking here. Tony, feeling bad for losing control in the bunker, would basically go "shit I fucked up but I also never want to see him again but he's an even bigger mess than I am, that's a whole lot to unpack so you know what? I'm just throwing out the suitcase entirely here, have all the resources for support and help and if I ever see you again, it'll be too soon".

...to sum up, it's messy af. SI Legal would feature heavily because his particular case means he needs a team of lawyers, what with the 'former POW who's trying to recover from All The Trauma' thing, and the 'so I literally was just trying to buy some damn groceries when you guys dragged me into this', and Tony basically went "hey, so if anyone wants to help him, uh, I kinda have some interest in this one. Fair warning, dude probably killed Kennedy while mind-controlled, with our luck".

And along the way, there'd also be some of that one subplot I'd cut due to pacing issues: specifically, the one dealing with prosthetics.

Remember how Miriam Sharpe said her son would never walk again? Yeah, we'd be revisiting that: her family'd get a letter or something inviting them for clinical trials, and meet Rhodey in passing as he's using his own leg braces to get around because he's still healing. Bucky would get a few design offers for a free replacement for his arm, and it'd probably end up being a collab with Wakanda because T'Challa feels bad for his role in that mess as well.

So Team Cap would be seeing this, seeing how everyone's acting and reacting, and the way one of their own is getting all the help and support Stark Industries has to offer and realizing that yeah, they messed up. Big time.

...depending on my salt levels and how close we're sticking to canon, I was thinking this'd go one of two ways.

Either they'd double down and just go "ugh, Tony is a supervillain and we can't do anything about it!" while TWiFFON marches on and then later go "...you mean he did it by accident?!", or...

Well, canon's proven character development and continuity isn't really in their writers' vocabulary. So my original idea of 'they're forced to deal with the reality of the situation, acknowledge they messed up and slowly move on with their lives' would've been very unrealistic.

Again, most of this is intentionally vague, I had not been keen to tackle that mess in TWiFFON in the first place and the way things exploded on me means I really, really don't have the energy to do so now. Not when there's far better things I could do with my time, like mess around with AUs where people actually get along, or knit, or— well, the list goes on.

#The War is Far From Over Now #From the Other Side [A Terror To Behold]#thinking aloud #I got an ask!#Naught replies #replies #behind the scenes

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uwua3 · 4 years

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hello hello would it be okay to ask for some fluffy and romantic headcanons for tenma with a childhood s/o? they were both in the entertainment industry, but s/o is now playing music in a band (like bang dream!) thank you thank you!

hi anon~ of course!!! 🥺 i never actually got into rhythm beat games because i simply Lack The Talent to play them T___T please excuse me if i say anything wrong~

summary: tenma promised he’d perform with you at your first stadium show, but will he keep his word?

warnings: unhealthy/strict parents

author’s note: i incorporated So Much Stan Twt culture in this, i swear. please look forward to fanboy! tenma and this super cliché, cute headcanon with you as tenma’s first friend/crush!!! sunshine x sunflower couple rise up ♡ this may be slightly ooc + i used poppin’ party’s sunflower dreams lyrics towards the end!!!

word count: 6,795

music: sunflower dreams – poppin’ party

sunflower dreams!

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

you were born to be on stage

tenma remembered thinking that the first time he saw you singing into that off mic, absolutely living out your idol dreams in that music room with a guitar much too big for your tiny kid self

you and tenma were about eight years old, and that was the first time he had a crush on anyone before

it was elementary. tenma was already recognized country wide, he was the it child star of the decade, his fame catapulted him to great success early on with two acting parents in the entertainment business

but, why didn’t he have friends, then?

everyone he talked to as a child suddenly didn’t look at him the next day. every time tenma asked his parents, it was always the same answer: “they’ll do nothing for your career, focus on acting”

so when he found you sneaking into the music classroom and stealing one of the teacher’s guitars to use, strumming even if you didn’t know any notes, tenma hid behind the door as he listened

you had a voice made for stardom. you sang like you were performing for a stadium of thousands of fans, you did it confidently as if you’ve been in the industry for years, and you jumped around like this was the last song of your life

you loved music, and before you knew it, tenma became your first and biggest fan. he arrived at the same time everyday after school to sit outside the music practice room and hear you sing again

eight–year–old tenma didn’t know why he lied to his parents, claiming he was just catching up on schoolwork due to his acting career. his grades didn’t change, but it didn’t matter when he got to hide in the corner of the corridor and push his short frame to the ledge of the window to see you playing the guitar

one day, tenma was back again in his usual spot, standing on his tippy–toes to peek into the classroom as always, knowing he was in for a show for the next hour or so before his driver picked him up

it was supposed to be another regular one–man concert all for himself, where he applauded silently for the aspiring musician. but, as you were singing a song you had practiced for a while now, your eyes met his mid–strum of the guitar

you stumbled on your notes and fell silent, eyes wide at the bright orange hair that disappeared behind the wall instantly. before you could react, you heard the squeak of sneakers against the floor as a blur of the school uniform ran past the door and away into the hall

you recognized that face immediately, who wouldn’t? sumeragi tenma was the most popular elementary student ever in the district despite always being alone. you contemplatively stared at the spot where tenma hid, wondering how long he had always been there.

it was the next day and tenma was hesitant, nervousness taking over as his face flushed from yesterday’s events. he was so careless, he couldn’t believe he let himself be discovered like that! tenma rubbed his face, groaning with the stress of an adult as he stood at the entrance of the music hallway

it’s not like he could go anywhere else without getting in trouble, so here he was, returning to visit the school’s secret singer because he wanted to hear the music. but, he seemed like a stalker! tenma swore he just wanted to hear guitar (he pretended like you weren’t his first crush)

before tenma could become chicken and run away from the confrontation, he heard a few familiar notes before you began singing. the recognition kicked in as tenma creeped closer, poking his head around the open door frame with a curious look as you stood dancing around in the middle of the room, already smiling at him

you were singing the ost of the latest drama he was in!

did you learn it just for him? tenma was about to ask, but you ran over, not letting him get away this time as you tossed him a fake mic (which he embarrassingly almost didn’t catch)

were you asking for a duet? your guitar skills had gotten much better over time, in fact, little tenma couldn’t tell the difference between you and the professional who originally played it! tenma felt himself get into the music as you dragged him to the center, giving him an opening to join

tenma took it, and before you two knew it, there was no need to exchange any words as you two sang your heart out without any care in the world to the pop ost

for once in his life, tenma felt like this was what it was like having a friend! he always had those on screen, but this felt real. like, these were the childhood memories he always had to act out for the camera, just yelling lyrics loudly surrounded by instruments and a friend who learned his ost just to make him happy!

out of breath, tenma panted as you played the final notes, letting it hang in the air as the incoming warm air entered through the open windows. you two’s shadows struck final idol poses, like you were actually on stage

a moment of silence passed before you grinned, yelling a celebratory “yes!” as you held your hand out for a high five. tenma just weakly put his palm against yours, trying not to blush from the contact (was this what it was like, holding your hand?)

“dude, we need to start a band!” you exclaimed, not even looking tired as tenma wiped the sweat from his forehead with a grimance. maybe not the right decision if he didn’t have the stamina to be a chart–topping singer

“i... i don’t play any instruments—” tenma started shyly, wringing his hands together before you shook your head rapidly, putting your hands on your hips with an exasperated expression

“but we’re friends!” you insisted, not giving him time to answer as you threw him another water bottle (you had brought an extra, hoping tenma would come by again)

tenma stared at you, shocked as he gripped the water bottle between his small hands. friends? already? was... was this tenma’s first real friend? and his first band, apparently?

you rearranged your items, setting up your music sheets as you quickly glanced over the notes. you could sight read, and you learned it all by yourself, you were so talented, but you wanted to be friends with him?

when you lifted your head with a bright grin, passion within your eyes for music, tenma nodded with determination as he tightened his grip on the bottle. it was his first gift from his first friend

“yeah, we’re friends! let’s do it!” tenma said, watching as you cheered again and confidently high–fiving you this time (last second, you switched your hand to a fist and called it a ‘turkey’. whatever that was)

and that, was the start of the two–man duo band as tenma made his first friend (and crush)

you two grew up together, with tenma prospering in his fame as a multitalented child prodigy

despite his hard–earned popularity as an actor, tenma was never ever late to band practice! you two came to the unlocked music room every day after school, with props as microphones and animatedly daydreaming about stage costumes and the feeling of the lights upon your glowing faces

“do you ever dream about being on stage, ten?” you’d ask, gazing out at the sunset as you fiddled around with the drumsticks, attempting to pick up the beat as your eyes flickered from the orange sky to the worn down drums. tenma would just shrug, laying on the floor after a particularly hard song as he lazily strummed your favorite guitar

(this explained the callouses on your fingers despite being so young, you had rougher hands than him)

“i don’t know, i’m already on t.v.” tenma would justify, just staring at the ceiling as he’d watch the shadows of the trees outside against the surface. these were the moments he remembered the most, where you two took a break from the music and talked endlessly until it was time to go home

“i mean, it’s all scripted, right?” you asked, satisfied as you put your sticks down after finally acing that one technique you struggled with. tenma unstrapped the guitar and rolled to his side, propping his head up with his arm as he considered your question

“yeah... i guess it is.” tenma figured, about to go back to play with the strings before you landed next to him, facing him in the same position as you smiled

you always had that smile whenever you ranted about your ‘big break’, your rise to stardom and dreams to be the #1 global singer in the world (tenma never brought you down to earth, not even for a second)

“on t.v., you can just edit it out, right? but on stage, it’s all live. if i make a mistake, everyone knows.” you furrowed your eyebrows, looking too serious for a young child as you looked past him, as if you were imagining what could go wrong

before tenma could snap you out of it, your eyes landed back on him and you giggled, flopping onto your back as you put your arms across your chest

“that’s what’s so exciting about the stage, ten. every time i go out there, i’m always gonna do my best! i’m gonna be the best performer on the whole entire planet!” you suddenly jumped up, acting out your idol persona as you faked holding a mic, striking your iconic pose you had perfected over time

(tenma just stared up at you, wondering why you shined so much in the light. he wanted to see you under stage lights, though. if you glowed this much now, you would be blinding in front of a crowd)

“and you’ll be with me!” you pointed your invisible mic at tenma as he smiled, not considering any other future as he pushed himself up with his own mic

“i’ll be on stage with you forever!” tenma guarenteed, performing your complex secret handshake as you two made explosion sounds at the end, pretending to fall back from the boom

“come on, let’s practice for when our first show comes!” you ended break time as you took your guitar back. tenma kicked back on the keyboard, not knowing a thing about it but wanting to try his best for you

as you two rocked on, tenma knew you two had were beyond any battle of the bands competition. you two were unstoppable, you two would sell out arenas and pose for the papparazzi together, you two would perform together!

or at least, that’s what tenma thought before one day, his parents came to pick him up

when his famous, high–standard, professional parents arrived to surprise him, they didn’t expect to search the building with a teacher who had no idea she was tutoring him. when they heard the loud singing, all they had to do was coldly glare at their son to make tenma quiet down and obediently follow them to the car

“sumeragi tenma, we raised you better than this. we’ve given you the perfect life, how could you lie to us?!” tenma’s mother cursed, grabbing his hair once they were out of sight of any witnesses. tenma flinched as his parents dragged him to the car, looking back to see you had ran to the entrance with wide eyes

“wait!” you insisted, catching up with his parents with a stubborn expression, holding onto tenma’s blazer sleeve and staring tenma’s father right in his strict face (tenma wished he was as brave and cool as you)

“get off, kid.” tenma’s father spat out, trying to shake you off as tenma kept his head down, attempting not to cry as he bunched his hands into fists. he pretended like this was just some scene, he had to keep his emotions in check behind a mask. he was raised to act like the best son

“no! tenma’s my friend!” you declared and tenma whipped his head up, staring at you with a sad smile as his father scoffed, prying your tight fingers off tenma’s school uniform as you stumbled back. when you hit the ground and sat up, tenma almost escaped his parents’ clutches as he called your name, being shoved into the backseat against his will

“tenma’s not friends with nobodies.” tenma’s father laughed maliciously, slamming the door closed as the family car swerved out of the parking lot

as you put your hand down from blocking the dust, you helplessly watched as tenma performed his end of the secret handshake as he faded into the distance. you stood back up, brushed down your uniform, and made your way back to the music room with tears in your eyes

you were going to be the best lead singer in the world, and tenma was going to sit front row for every show. tenma was gonna be your friend forever

(even if he mysteriously transferred schools the next day)

you began auditions to be involved in the entertainment industry as well

you wanted to be famous just like tenma, if you had become as popular and talented, maybe his parents would let you keep seeing him

entering middle school, you dedicated all your time to improving as an artist outside of your academic studies and transforming the abandoned elementary music room into your practice area

you practiced everyday until your throat was sore, you snuck into the local theatre stage and pretended like it was your concert, you tried to master every instrument that was available to you (though, you never forgot about your original guitar) just to become famous

it wasn’t until you gained your second fan, that your band took off

it was midway through middle school, after countless failed auditions for entertainment companies, that you turned and saw someone hiding in the same spot tenma claimed all those years ago. you blinked, but instead of an orange hue, you found a future bandmate who was just as enthusiastic about music as you

slowly but surely, your band became special to five students as their bond strengthened the core of your group: NATSU-mmer!

(the name flowed naturally since your group’s energetic, poppy, bright music became your image and was a happiness boost for anyone who listened)

although you guys weren’t experienced, your crazy energy and unbreakable friendship sold you to the public as your online covers and self–composed tracks became viral hits over time

you were on guitar and vocals with the support of more guitar, drums, keyboard, and tambourine! as you five practiced until the end of the day, your dedication and passion to music shined as you became famous as the lead singer of NATSU-mmer!

as years passed, you kept tabs on tenma every now and then. you would binge every show he was on, even if he had a minor background role, and couldn’t believe this was the same boy who sang proudly in the afternoon sun like it was a spotlight

tenma was older now, but he still had the same arrogant smirk he wore when he got competitive about beating other bands or who could shriek the highest note. he still had the same orange hair you noticed that one day from behind the window and he still acted like he was the best (maybe, because he was to you)

although you always answered his name when asked who your favorite actor was, you never told anyone your history with him. it felt almost too personal to say anything, when your friendship with him was still close to your heart and would always be associated with those practices after school

you respected his privacy and let him be, knowing damn well you wouldn’t have made it this far without his absence pushing you to be the best possible

(when asked about why you began singing and becoming the leader of your band, you never mentioned the truth: how you wanted to become famous to be tenma’s friend again)

although you two were both now in the entertainment industry, you never reached out to him again because it felt like acting and music was in two different worlds. as tenma dominated the billboards and popularity ratings in magazines, you strummed your guitar and sang with all your heart to your fanbase on stage

you forgot about the promise you had with tenma, until it was time

NATSU-mmer was having its first stadium show as an anniversary gift to the fans, selling out within minutes as you were processing the news. your bandmates screamed around you, jumping up and down as they loudly discussed how this was an once–in–a–lifetime opportunity

you smiled, but you had a distant look in your eyes. you were remembering tenma, even though he hadn’t crossed your mind in months, with the pressure and business of rehearsals and concerts and all that

it was nearing summer, you two were on break again after tenma’s voice cracked from a tune. you did your best not to laugh as you two sat on the desks, staring out at the sunset nearing in silence, just the sound of you two’s slightly heavy breathing from the work out

“do you think we’ll ever become big, ten?” you asked innocently, always talking about your dreams together as if tenma wasn’t a renowned actor already. tenma didn’t answer right away, resting his face against the window pane on his folded arms as he blew a strand of hair out of his face

“i don’t know, my parents want me to become a famous actor.” tenma sighed and you laughed, nudging him slightly with your elbow

“you’re already famous, ten! that’s why i call you ten, because you’re a 10/10 in every review!” you brought up again as tenma laughed with you, finding the whole situation funny for no reason

“yeah, but an even bigger actor. i’m gonna win best lead actor in every country.” tenma huffed, puffing his chest out like he was those big hotshot teen “heart–throb” actors while flexing his non–existent muscles

“and i’m gonna win every music award show trophy!” you added and tenma nodded, like he was so sure these were your fates. like nothing could change, like it was a matter of fact

“you will...” tenma trailed off, suddenly thinking about something. before you could ask, he fully turned his body towards you as he grinned, holding his pinky out

“but really, once you get that stadium, imma be front row and center!” tenma promised and you looped your finger around his, believing in him 100%

“no, you’ll be backstage! or better yet, on stage with me!” you fantasized as you two dreamily imagined it, shaking your pinkies before letting go with a secret promise you could never break

“we should spit shake.” tenma spat in his hand as you shrieked, ranting about how gross he was as he chased after you like every annoying little boy did. your laughter faded in your memory as you remembered the promise you and tenma made that day

“ten, it’s my first stadium show.” you whispered under your breath, not noticing the sunset outside the practice room

tenma sometimes wondered what would’ve happened if he ended up in a band with you. by no means was he idol material, but at night, he liked to lay down and stare at the ceiling, in the same position whenever he needed to cool down after practice

he had forgotten your name at this point, overwhelmed and exhausted from his acting career and lack of childhood that he had to skip over. from the scarce memories of his youth, all he could distinguish between the blurs was your face grinning happily at him as you jumped in the air with your guitar

(and something about how rough your hands were against his own)

all tenma knew was that he wanted to be on stage with you, and his younger self would’ve done anything to do so

tenma continued acting, forgetting all about his dream to be in a two–man band with you and kept his roles to the camera, skyrocketing into fame faster than anyone before him and staying in the limelight

in a way, both of you had accomplished your dream, just not together

tenma had joined mankai company, to the shock of every media outlet ever. the starlet had overcome his fear of making mistakes, he remembered clearly before he went onto the theatre stage for water me! the first time, a young voice echoed in his ears

“that’s what’s so exciting about the stage, ten. every time i go out there, i’m always gonna do my best! i’m gonna be the best performer on the whole entire planet!”

tenma remembered seeing your face clearly for the first time in a while, remembering every detail of your childhood self as he bunched his two hands into fists, staring at the spotlight upon the stage with the same determination he had when you two became friends

“i’m going to do my best.” tenma said and the rest was left on the stage until closing night

adjusting to mankai was a process. growing up with no true friends, both in school and in the entertainment industry, had surprisingly taken a toll on his behavior without him realizing it. to mankai, he wasn’t the famous star tenma, he was just the really not–put–together teen who wanted to take care of his bonsai in peace

so this is what having friends is like, tenma once thought as he glanced upon the entourage. it was the last time he truly remembered your friendship before he moved on, hoping one day he’d see you someday again

it wasn’t until he happened upon kazunari and misumi’s hanging out session that he was struck with memory of your name

the two were excitedly talking to one another, kazunari rapidly tapping on his phone screen and holding it up to misumi’s attentive face. tenma was about to walk away from the everyday meet–up before kazunari hyped up some group, letting a music video blast from his speaker

over the exaggerated “wow~ that’s a triangle!”, tenma stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a strong, enthusiastic voice belt out a familiar lyric. tenma jumped over to kazunari on the sofa, grabbing both his shoulders with desperation. misumi even paused the video to stare at tenma with shock

“who’s singing this?!” tenma rushed out as kazunari just grinned, finding nothing wrong with being trampled by his troupe leader

“ah! tenten~ are you interested, too?! it’s NATSU-mmer, i was thinking to ask them to sing our next play theme!” kazunari joked before misumi tugged him out of tenma’s grip. as the two went back to watching, tenma repeated the band name multiple times before running to his room and slamming the door

“what the hell do you—” yuki started, looking up from his sewing machine before tenma threw himself onto his bed, fumbling for his phone as he began typing something. tenma paused, zooming in on a group photo before dropping his phone

“THAT’S MY FRIEND!” tenma yelled, swiping through the photos as he finally recognized your name. it was you, the guitarist soloist back in elementary who was his first friend. you had done it, you actually became a full blown band leader who was rising in popularity. he was right in not questioning your dreams

yuki leaned his chair back to sneak a glance at the screen, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared at tenma with disbelief

saying your name, yuki scoffed as he crossed his arms, “the lead vocal of NATSU-mmer, one of the most popular bands in japan right now, is your friend? yeah, right.”

tenma furiously shook his head, sitting up and launching into the full story he didn’t even know he remembered about how you were his bandmate in elementary. yuki barely listened, but got the gist of the tale as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh

“you’re telling me... you grew up with NATSU-mmer’s powerhouse vocalist... and you didn’t even know?!”

tenma sheepishly kicked at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward laugh

“maybe?”

(tenma yelped when yuki threw a pillow at his dumb face with perfect aim)

turns out, everyone in mankai had either known of NATSU-mmer or were huge fans, there was no in between. most of the high schoolers actively followed your band account across multiple platforms, gushing about your performances and how you were a fresh group that came from nothing

the university students knew an album or two, the adults mainly had an idea, and matsukawa even sang along to their songs this entire time! tenma was the last person to find out who your group even was (he was out of the loop all the time)

now that he knew, he was becoming aware of how prominent you had always been in his life. yuki took fashion inspiration from your stage outfits for the plays (they were as spectacular as he remembered imagining them), kazunari kept repeating your title tracks during breaks at practice to keep the mood up (tenma stopped telling him to turn it off), muku’s favorite anime he watched at night had an ost sang by you (tenma listened to it every night through the walls), misumi even pointed out the five people in your band formed a triangle when you all did a group photo (tenma guessed he was onto something, he noticed you were always at the center)

it was like you were still his friend, after all this time, still apart of his life despite the distance

because of this, tenma remained your biggest fan of all time. at first, he intended to follow your music casually, but after going down a rabbit hole of videos (such as interviews, streamed concerts/events, even fan–edited videos of your cute/funny moments or “meet NATSU-mmer” style of “crack edits”), tenma would consider himself a proud “sunflower”

(it was ironic that was your fanbase’s name, because he called you that after you got your first official guitar and you two painted sunflowers on the surface. in a way, he stayed in your life too, since you were both each other’s sunflower and sunshine)

tenma even made a stan twitter account for you! he made it with no intention to dm other sunflowers, but he turned on notifications for your band’s sns and replied to your posts with encouraging messages and reminders to take care of yourself

(he became known in the fandom as “ten”, the sunflower who was practically in love with you) (his icon was always you)

(tenma even bought merch with his own money. yes, he had a jersey with your birth year and last name, tenma admitted from his “early stan” days) (his home screen was a hq fansite picture of you holding a microphone towards the camera, as if you were still inviting him to sing along after all these years)

(he also somehow got roped into downloading your beat rhythm game, knowing you probably crushed all the levels as he struggled with beginner’s) (he got distracted by your voice singing in the background)

(one time, you had a live ig q&a and when you answered his question by saying his username “summerten”, he nearly fell over from excitement) (yuki had to kick him to shut tenma up with his internal freak–out)

tenma’s favorite thing to do as a stan was to watch your performances as if he was there. he had bought your group’s lightstick (a sunflower with spinning petals, how cute!), shaking it in front of his laptop screen and posting pictures with the “TT” sad emoticon

(summerten: TT just want to go to a concert so bad ~ 14 likes)

you were the same as you were before back in elementary. you still danced and sang with all the energy in the world, with uncontainable excitement to be doing what you love and your raw honest personality with your fans was admirable. you were open and the perfect idol since you were so passionate and uplifting with your self–produced/written music

you took the stage by storm, acting like it was your own and wildly playing your guitar like it was your last. you still had the same electric smile and sunny happiness, of course you had become famous for being in a band, you were born to be a star

present day, tenma was practicing his lines with the rest of the summer troupe before his phone buzzed in his pocket, making him automatically check it as summer snickered about his obsession with NATSU-mmer (only yuki really knew why as he refused to tell anybody else, just claiming it was teenage boy hormones)

tenma’s face paled and he looked like he was about to pass out. before anyone could ask, tenma sprinted out of the practice room with an urgent stride to his steps

everyone automatically followed him, yelling about how practice wasn’t over as tenma stumbled to his desk, opening his laptop with such determination it was admirable how one–minded he truly was

“why did you run like someone died?!” yuki whacked him over the head but tenma didn’t react, just logged into a ticketing website with intensity

“someone will die if i don’t get tickets to NATSU-mmer’s second anniversary stadium concert!” tenma insisted, memorizing what he was supposed to do as he sat down, biting his nails as he stared at his spot in the queue. oh god

understandably so, no one understood why tenma had to go to the concert so bad (“why doesn’t he just use his connections to get tickets?” “he really loves NATSU-mmer, huh...” “they do form a triangle!” “shut up”). yet, they resigned themselves to this predicament and let tenma end practice early, knowing pulling him away from his screen would make things way worse

sitting around him, the summer troupe kept light conversation as tenma tapped his foot against the floorboards, willing himself to stare straight ahead to react the fastest

i have to keep my promise, tenma thought as he impulsively bought five tickets without warning, all front row and didn’t wince at his bank balance

tenma promised he’d see you front row at your first stadium concert, and on god, he was going to keep it

when the troupe cheered and rambunctiously discussed tenma’s generousity to take them to the concert with him, yuki stood in the back with his arms crossed and eyes watching tenma carefully

“you hack... you still like them, don’t you?” yuki mumbled, not catching anyone’s attention. it didn’t take a genius to piece together the puzzle, he knew you were much more than just tenma’s first childhood friend, but he didn’t say anything else as tenma breathed a sigh of relief at the mercy of the ticket gods

(when tenma tweeted how he was going to the stadium show, his mutuals showered him in congratulations and your official account even liked it) (he keyboard–smashed like the fanboy he was)

while you were preparing for your opening stadium event for the first time in your professional career, tenma was planning the entire trip as best as he could

(yuki felt so bad for him and his very obvious crush that he made him a sunflower headband for the concert, it was so nice tenma almost went in for a hug before yuki smacked him)

the night of the stadium concert, you were sitting backstage dressed in your group’s common bright fun colors as you fiddled with your guitar, playing a tune you hadn’t remembered until recently. you thought of a little boy with orange hair and purple eyes as you stared off into the distance, just nonchalantly playing the song you two had wrote together back then

as you kept strumming, you imagined him sitting front row, cheering you on

(maybe, you shouldn’t have stalked his official sns accounts before going to sleep last night)

you knew it was last second. but for some reason, even if he never heard it, you had to honor your relationship with tenma

in a way, you would have never been here without his friendship, and you wanted to thank him even if he wouldn’t be there

it took a lot of convincing for your solo stage to be moved to last with no backing track whatsoever (your manager was suspicious of what you had up your sleeve, but you promised it wouldn’t hurt your group’s image), but you did it!

your group pestered you obnoxiously about the change, their sibling–esque bond with you as their “parent” making you laugh as you played it off like it was no big deal.

(as you opened a guitar case you hadn’t brought along in a long time, you smiled down at the worn sunflower–painted guitar)

this was your first stadium show and you could only dream of tenma being right beside you

summer troupe arrived at the stadium hours early, but there was already a long line with campers filling the streets (“why are people sleeping outside just to see some cute people?!” “stan culture, man...”)

tenma was excited in line, not even bothered by the length of the wait as he rambled about your group discography to the boys, subconsciously waving around his sign as he pushed up his sunglasses

(how no one recognized his bright orange hair was beyond anyone’s common sense)

when the group made it past security with a few mishaps (muku making himself look like he was highly suspicious by stuttering and kazunari having to come in to save the day with his social media presence) (misumi almost stripping down for no apparent reason) (yuki actually walked like a normal person with nothing to hide), tenma practically ran to his seat like he was a child again

“everyone say NATSU!” kazunari held his phone up for a group selfie, the five making a triangle as he posted it to his story, tagging it with the group hashtag and the location as always

your band member was scrolling through the hashtag with the group account, showing everyone fan pictures and providing over–the–top commentary, as you all sat in a circle waiting for the show to begin

“oh~ it’s that kazu guy! he usually posts stories with our songs!” your band member said, swiping to their most recent story and your eyes widened

was that a shock of orange hair?

you couldn’t have missed it. that had to be tenma, no other fan would just show up with sunglasses front row like he promised before

did he remember you? before you could react, everyone moved onto the next fan and complimented them endlessly, your mind still stuck on that orange hair

it couldn’t have been... but yet, you smiled

at least you could imagine singing to someone for your stage at the end

when the concert began with a strum of your guitar, tenma let out the most excited scream of all time as his voice was drowned out by the rest of the fans. summer troupe side–eyed him but ignored his frantic lightstick waving as they watched the five members of NATSU–mmer rise from the stage in their iconic poses (yours was the same from childhood)

“who’s ready to start this summer off right?!” you shouted into your mic, your voice vibrating the open stadium as the fans cheered in response. tenma was quiet this time, staring up at you with such admiration yuki had to shove him out of it (“don’t be so dumb right now, enjoy the show!” “shut up, i wasn’t staring!” “i didn’t say you were...”)

you guys opened with your debut song, going back to your humble beginnings in the elementary practice room as everyone danced the night away. everyone online was right; streams could never compare to the real thing. tenma didn’t care about being “cool” for once as he jumped up and down

(kazunari definitely got multiple videos of him singing every song word for word at the top of his lungs like his life depended on it) (there’s also a video of him crying to an emotional ballad song, just full sobbing as muku awkwardly patted his back while worriedly glancing at the camera)

(“it’s so sad...” tenma sniffled as yuki practically shoved his own hands into his mouth, trying not to laugh for once)

the event passed in a flash, your stamina crazy high as you didn’t even seem tired. you looked more alive than ever, especially when you began giving your final speech of the night as NATSU-mmer’s leader

“hi, sunflowers!” you giggled, the fans awww–ing in unison and tenma was staring at you like you were the sun. he was right, you were so bright under the spotlight, it was blinding

“thank you so much for coming to our first stadium show.” you bowed and tenma noticed your hand was shaking around the mic. he was worried, were you okay?

“actually, this is very special to me, not because it’s a stadium, but because you’re all here to share it with me~” you cutely said, laughing when everyone cooed. you kept going, all the attention on you as the background musicians began filing out backstage. murmurs filled the stadium, what was going on?

“but also... i made a promise back then, to my very first fan, band mate, and dear friend of mine, someone i’ll call sunshine for now.” you said and yuki’s head snapped to tenma, who was looking at you with a small smile

“he said he’d be front row when i had my stadium show, and...” you trailed off, turning to the summer’s troupe location as the group members excluding yuki and tenma excitedly talked amongst themselves (“oh my god, does NATSU-mmer recognize us?! let’s invite them to our opening night next month!”)

“he is.” you finished, smiling as the tears you kept in glistened under the light. tenma roughly wiped under his eyes, hoping no one noticed as he made eye contact with you for the first time in years

“this is for sunshine, the first song we ever wrote, called sunflower dreams.”

you stepped up and placed the mic on the stand decorated with vines and yellow petals, swinging your guitar around to the front as tenma recognized its sunflower pattern. he knew both your names was signed behind it

“hide all the feelings in your heart, someday the season will go on and change.” you sang, the whole stadium silent with the single spotlight on you. you stood center, like it was the elementary music room again

tenma held his breath, trying not to sing along to avoid the confused looks of his friends. he knew every word, even though it was unreleased. you two worked on the song so hard, it became the only song you two finished to completion

“as i looked at the sky, it was a faraway dream,” you opened your eyes and looked directly at him, like he was still the same shy kid who hid behind the wall just to hear you sing. for a moment, tenma went back to that time like it was just you two again

“we’ll reach that sky someday.” you smiled before you heard your own voice, remembering something about the promise: “no, you’ll be backstage! or better yet, on stage with me!”

without thinking, you quickly grabbed a microphone left on stage and turned it on, tossing it to tenma who didn’t drop it this time

sunmer troupe exchanged wild glances between each other as you went to their side of the stage, holding your hand out with a shaky smile

“you know the rest, right, ten?” you asked, afraid to move back before tenma nodded, not caring about hiding his identity as security let him through

although there were tens of thousands of people, tenma took your hand and felt like you two were back in school together, just practicing like always

(your hand was smoother, but you still had the same callouses from playing guitar)

you started strumming again and it didn’t take any effort before you two bounced off each other like before, singing sunflower dreams like it was just yesterday as fans made the connection sumeragi tenma was on stage

(“oh my god, tenten!!!” kazunari shrieked, recording despite his full phone storage. muku was sparkling, dreamily calling it a manga moment as misumi said something about you being one of tenma’s three happinesses. yuki just smiled, he knew it)

when you two ended the song with your (not so) secret handshake like no time has passed, you and tenma grinned as you two immediately hugged on stage

“ten, i knew you’d remember.” you whispered, and tenma just smiled even bigger as he ignored the crowd’s volume

“i knew you’d become a famous singer and win every single music award. you were born for the stage.” tenma said, and you were blinding under the spotlight

you two accomplished your dream for your childhood selves this time: performing on stage together

#sumeragi tenma #tenma sumeragi #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! headcanons #act! addict! actors! headcanons #mankai a3!#mankai company #a3! x reader #a3 x reader #tenma x reader #a3! tenma #a3 tenma

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moodykylo · 3 years

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TMA prompts you say??? i am here!!! if you don't like this, let me know and i can try again, but!! what about Jon in a VERY bad mood, and the assistants are angry with him about it, but it turns out Elias is burying him in work even though he's already sick :( if you'd like me to try again, let me know!!

Hi! Thanks for the prompt! I apologize if this is OOC at all? I feel like it is, but! I hope you enjoy regardless!

Warning! There are slight spoilers for around season 2?

Tim was not happy with Jon right now. Well, nowadays, he was never happy with his boss, but today he was fuming. Jon was more irritable and pissed off than usual, and Tim didn’t even think that was possible, it seemed to him that the other always had a perpetual stick up his ass.

Today, Jon was insufferable. Tim had gone to give Jon his research, only for him to snap at him for entering before knocking, Tim of course, scoffed and made a remark, Jon, who usually rolled his eyes and shook his head instead yelled at him again, snatching the work out of his hand and immediately dismissing him.

Tim marched out of Jon’s office and sat at his desk with a huff of anger. Martin looked over to him, brows furrowed in concern and question. Tim looked over to Jon’s office scowling. “He’s being a dick.” He sighed, slumping in his chair.

Martin frowned, gaze shifting between the closed door to Jon’s office and to Tim typing angrily on his computer. He sighed, hoping that he could figure out what was wrong when he brought Jon his morning tea. Speaking of, what time was it? Martin checked the time on his computer, immediately getting out of his seat upon seeing he was running late already.

He went to the breakroom and put water in the kettle, letting it boil as he set up 4 separate mugs, one for Tim, another for Sasha, then Jon, and then himself. He knew the way everyone liked their tea, he’d learned after trying to provide comfort in small ways, mostly because Jon wouldn’t accept any other gesture of concern.

Martin hummed a half-remembered tune as he poured the hot water over the tea bags, starting the handoff, saving Jon’s office for last. When Martin gave Tim his tea, the other man stopped him before he could even step foot towards the archivist’s office.

“I’m warning you he’s in a horrid mood,” Tim said voice low and serious. “Good luck in the lion’s den.” He said sardonically, resuming his typing on the computer.

Martin just shook his head strolling over to the heavy door that was engraved with “Head Archivist” in silver lettering. He knocked timidly, before entering. Immediately freezing under Jon’s gaze. His eyes were narrowed in scrutiny, his brown eyes appearing almost icy and glare sharp. If looks could kill Martin would be dead where he stood.

Martin was now regretting not listening to Tim. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever seen Jon look so angry. Martin tried not to maintain eye contact, but he’d noticed something else in Jon’s glower; pure exhaustion.

Martin should’ve known better than to poke the sleeping bear with a stick, but his tongue betrayed him and before he knew it, he was asking “Jon? You alright? You look absolutely spent.”

Jon’s scowl only deepened at this. “What do you want Martin?” Jon spat, each syllable filled with venom, his jaw tight and clenched. His hand was hovering over his tape recorder, the pause button pushed down.

Martin swallowed, chest now tight with anxiety. “Oh r-right, um, I brought you t-tea?” He stammered, hands shaking as he put the mug on Jon’s desk. As he did so his eyes scanned the stacks of papers and statements scattered haphazardly around the small office.

“Next time don’t interrupt me, I’m rather busy. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Jon replied bitterly, glaring daggers at Martin, grabbing the statement he was working on.

“Right. Sorry.” Martin replied timidly, rushing out of the office, the door closing in time with the click of the play button on the tape recorder. The deep timbre of Jon’s voice resuming, taking on the edge that it usually did when he read statements. If Martin hadn’t been so freaked out he might’ve noticed the slight raspiness in the words.

Tim looked over to where Martin was standing, shaking his head with a sigh. “I told you he was in a mood,” Tim remarked. Martin only shook his head.

“I’ve never seen him like that. He was…” Martin paused, searching for the right word to explain the pure fury he’d seen in the other man’s eyes. “Seething.” he completed.

Tim only sighed. “He’s just an ass. What I wouldn’t do to give him a piece of my mind.” Tim scoffed.

“I-I don’t know why but I’m worried about him.” Martin stuttered. “There was something else there… exhaustion maybe? I-I don’t know but I think he’s working too hard.” He fretted.

Tim only laughed at this. “You worry too much Marto, the new position’s probably just gotten to his head,” Tim snarked. “You’ve got it bad for him don’t you.” he teased, grinning when Martin flushed in embarrassment.

“I-I do not! He... I just... I-” Martin rambled.

“Relax! I’m just pulling your leg.” Tim laughed. “I’m just pissed at him. Who does he think is? Yelling at all of us. Pompous idiot.” He rolled his eyes. “Elias should’ve never given him that position.” Tim explained.

“Excuse me, Mr. Stoker?” Elias’ voice suddenly broke out, and Tim felt himself pale.

“Oh, boss! What are you doing down here?” Tim stammered, no longer suave.

“Just coming to deliver more statements to the head archivist, or rather the man “I should’ve never given this position to.” Isn’t that right?” Elias replied smugly.

Martin shifted uncomfortably on his feet, clearing his throat before speaking. “S-sorry! Um.” Martin squeaked.

Tim’s confidence returned as quickly as it had disappeared. “Well, he can’t seem to keep his ego in check, yelling at us over the smallest of errors.” Tim grumbled.

Elias hummed in response. “Well, perhaps you should keep your judgment to yourself, Timothy.” Elias chastised.

“Sure thing.” Tim replied, unafraid. He resumed typing on his computer as Elias walked over to Jon’s office.

Martin sat back at his desk anxiously, keeping an eye on the small window of Jon’s office, trying to see what was going on.

Elias knocked on the office door and walked in, a complacent smile on his face. He was testing his archivist, pushing him beyond his limits. He had been piling more and more work onto Jon, seeing how he would respond, how his work would be affected. Call him cruel, but he was just trying to unlock Jon’s potential. So far, he was becoming more successful than Gertrude.

Jon looked up at the door, expecting another interruption from Martin, he quickly paused the tape recorder on his desk, scolding words already at the tip of his tongue. When he saw that it was in fact, not Martin at his door but Elias Bouchard, his stomach dropped. Elias had more statements, fuck. Jon ran a hand through his greying hair. He just wanted to go home, it was getting harder to concentrate on the words etched in ink on the parchment.

“Hello, Jon,” Elias spoke, his voice holding a sinister edge. “How are the statements coming along?” His smug smile did not falter for a moment.

Jon swallowed thickly as Elias’ gaze burned right through him. “Elias,” Jon acknowledged the greeting. “They’re uh- excuse me-” Jon stopped mid-sentence to cough painfully into his arm. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “Apologies, I’m about halfway through the stack.” he rasped pitifully.

Elias made a hum of understanding. “Good. I do hope you’ll complete these before you leave for the day.”

Jon sighed. “Of course,” he replied weakly, clearing his throat again.

Elias looked Jon over again, the Cheshire grin on his face never falling. “Oh, and Jon?” he said, walking over to the door.

Jon looked at him expectantly, eyes half-lidded, with an eyebrow raised.

“You have quite the fever, do be sure to keep it under control.” Elias said nonchalantly before leaving the small office, leaving Jon alone, mouth agape.

Jon had known of Elias’ omniscience, but not that it was at the level. God, he needed a lie down.

#sickfics #the magnus archives #TMA #tma spoilers #tma jon #tma martin #tma tim #fanfic #tma fanfic

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the-bumble-isnt-beeing · 3 years

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The Murders that Happened at Deville’s Grand Mall

Chapter 1: This Wasn’t Supposed to Happen

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Mild-Swearing

Murder

Loss of Someone Close

NSFW Innuendos

Mentions of Wished Death

Gore-ish?

Smoking

OOC Everyone

“CAUSE BABY YOU’RE A FIIRREEWORK!!! COME AND SHOW ‘EM WHAT YOU’RE WORTH!!!” Hinata and Nishinoya belted out the lyrics to Katy Perry’s song ‘Firework’ whilst throwing their arms around in different poses and movements to the song’s beat, along with Kageyama almost getting smacked in the face by Hinata’s fist. Kageyama pushed Hinata away a bit while rolling his eyes at the ginger’s behavior. Hinata just smiled brightly at him before bellowing “Make “MAKE ‘EM GO, ‘OH OH OH’”.

The second those last few words had left the duo’s mouth Tsukishima had had enough of their singing, if you could even call it that, the blonde reached over to grab the phone, pulling the aux cord with a tug stopping the music in the middle of the verse. Hinata and Nishinoya turned their heads towards the blonde including a glare towards the boy with the black rectangle rimmed glasses as hard as they could.

Hinata pushed himself up so he could see Tsukki from the far back seat, and with a dramatic flourish of his arms he yelled throughout the car, Kageyama covering his ears with how loud the small males voice could reach “How DARE you turn off the gorgeous Katy Perry!!” Hinata then flopped back on his seat making a show of pouting greatly with his arms crossed over his chest when Tsukki didn’t resume the song and ignored his statement entirely.

“I’m just doing everyone a favor by saving their eardrums from this shit song and your terrible singing” Tsukishima smirked and looked back at the two from where he sat in the passenger chair.

“Well, your music isn’t any better, right Asahi??” Noya slapped his lover’s thigh excitedly.

“I think both of your music choices are okay,” Asahi glanced at Noya through the rearview mirror and pushed his hand off of his thigh “And Noya you know not to touch the driver” Asahi looked back briefly with a small smile as he told the shorter male with a pointed look.

Tanaka let out a hearty laugh and slapped Noya on the back “You just got exposed man!”

Everyone started laughing at Asahi and Noya’s flustered faces as they hurriedly tried to explain that what Tanaka said wasn’t true.

“It’s okay buddy we were just poking fun at you” Tanaka rustled Noya’s hair which resulted in Noya pouting in embarrassment and wishing the leather seats of the minivan would just suck him in. Kiyoko turned her head towards the window letting out a small giggle before tapping Tanaka’s shoulder “What is it dar- THOSE ASSHOLES!!!!!”

Everyone’s heads (Except Asahi’s, though he did glance) whipped to look out the windows of the car only to be met with Aoba Johsai’s team, or at least who came, flipping them off as they drove by with Oikawa sticking his tong out and pressing on the gas peddle with more weight on his foot to leave the Karasuno teams Volkswagen van in the metaphorical dust.

“Come on Asahi drive faster!! Speed Asahi Speed” shouts from various people throughout the van could be heard, ushering the long-haired man to speed up. Giving up on trying to figure it out, Asahi sped just a little faster to appease the competitive ones in the car.

“Go! Go! Go!” Noya shouted right as Asahi made the turn into the parking lot before the other two cars. In their triumph, Tanaka rolled down the window and flipped off Oikawa’s car.

“Yeah suck it!!” Tanaka screamed right over Kiyoko who, to protect her ears, covered them and not-so-gently elbowed Tanaka in the side “Owwww!!” He huffed letting his lips fall into a pout. Kiyoko laughed at the face he made and gave him a quick little peck on the lips before shifting back into her seats like nothing happened just as Asashi parked his large van right between Kuroo’s rental van and Oikawa’s mini-van.

“Haha, fucking loser!” Noya got out of the vehicle and flipped Oikawa off with both of his hands “Suck my dick!- Ow!” He turned his head to look at Asahi, who was looming over him with a glare.

“You sure you still want him to do that?” The tall male crossed his arms before turning away and walking towards the abandoned mall.

“Let’s just get this over with” The brunette continued his walk as Nishinoya sped after him, freaking out and asking him to forgive him.

“That’s what you get ya, twerp!!” Oikawa called after him before he too received a smack upside the head.

“Don’t fuel the fire Tooru” Iwaizumi said as he grabbed the setter’s hand and pulled him along to the front doors.

“Awww but that isn’t fun at all” Oikawa whined, wrapping his free arm around Iwaizumi’s arm that was attached to the hand holding his own.

“It might come to bite you in the butt later on” Tsukishima walked by with his hands in his pockets, Yamaguchi snickering at the pair from behind him.

Oikawa rolled his eyes and kicked Tsukki’s behind “I hope a ghost comes to kill you”

“Then I’ll just come to haunt you instead” Tsukki stumbled forward before turning his head back to glare at the famous setter.

“Come on guys, let's not joke about this stuff,” Yachi said nervously while wringing her hands together, trying to keep close to the group.

“Oh c’mon Yachi, loosen up a little” Hanamakki laughed, from where he was sharing a blunt with Matsukawa and Suna.

“Oh yeah? You want me to loosen up just like you don’t you?” In a huff, the short blonde reached over and pulled the blunt out of their hands, closing her eyes as she took a slow breath in, before blowing the smoke into Hanamakki’s face “Like that?”

“Now you’ve got the spirit!” Hanamakki wrapped an arm around her shoulder as Matsukawa cheered right next to them, wrapping his arm around Suna.

“She has joined us, dear brothers!!” Mattsun called out with the sounds of Makki and Suna hooting in the background.

The group looked up at the sound of the group looked up at the unique sound of glass shattering, only to see Iwaizumi clenching his fist with a frown. Asahi stood over him with a worrying look like one’s parents would have on as he held Iwaizumi’s fist carefully while looking over the bleeding and bruised fist. The brunette pulled out some bandages that he had in a pocket of his cargo shorts fusing over the shorter male’s thought process to brute force it instead of stopping to grab a pipe or something else.

“My husband is strong~” Oikawa purred while watching both Asahi and Iwa clear the glass away to get in.

“Excuse me!?” Noya looked over and over-dramatically pressed his hand to his chest, pretending that what was said had been the rudest thing to have ever come out of someone’s mouth in the history of all mankind.

“My husband is there too!!”

“Uh-huh Uh-huh, but Hunny my husband is a trainer, what’s yours again? Oh right he’s a fashion designer who looks like a knock-off Jesus” Oikawa pretended to do a little hair flip, only for Noya to pull harshly on his brown locks in a tight grip. The small male held on as he pulled Oikawa down to eye level.

“Ow ow ow!!” the brunette pouted “I just got it done!”

“Then you shouldn’t have talked smack about my husband ‘Hunny’” Noya put his hands on his hips and leaned forward so he was right in Oikawa’s view “I’m watching you from now on, bigshot” The two-toned male stood up straight and walked right past the husbands they were talking about and into the old run-down building, for once being careful where he was stepping.

“Why did I even agree to this damn trip?” Oikawa mumbled, before cocking his head to the side and letting out a small huff.

“Uhm because you’re dumb?” Suna said as he walked by and followed Asahi and Iwaizumi into the building. Letting out a groan and giving Suna the bird, Oikawa had soon followed after the group and into the old dingy building.

“Eugh!” Oikawa said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he brushed away at the cobwebs that clung to the archways that he had walked under. He looked up at the webs that fell from the ceilings like long silky white curtains with a sneer before sneezing at all the dust filling his nose “This place is extremely disgusting”

Tsukishima deadpanned at Oikawa’s reaction and replied with an underhanded comment “You do realize this place has been abandoned for over 20 years right? Of course, it’s going to be dusty and full of grime as well as other things that are just as gross”

“...” Oikawa stopped walking and looked down at his feet in confusion before huffing and looking back up “I knew that!” Oikawa said flustered as he crossed his arms in defense.

“Pfft, yeah right” Tsukishima laughed haughtily while pushing Oikawa on the shoulder, making the shorter brunette stumble and fall onto a pile of rotted wooden crates with a gasp it all breaking underneath him.

Everyone stood there and let out small chuckles before Yachi came over to help him up off the pile of splintered planks and the small wooden shards that covered the tiled floor. Out of all the things in the old mall, the tiles seemed to be in the best shape by just being chipped and covered in dust and spilled water, at least they hoped it was water.

“Thank you, Yachi,” The popular setter said with a thankful smile while brushing off the dust and rot from his pants.

Yachi looked up at him with a small smile and a nod before shifting the heavy bag that was on her shoulder “Shall we start setting up camp now then?” She tilted her head to the side causing her long blonde hair to cascade over her right shoulder, turning around and pointing towards a spot “I think that that area over there near the fountain would work well since it’s the most cleared out space on the first floor that we can get to easily”

Kenma looked over at the short blonde and nodded “I think that’s a good idea, a group of us can set up everything and the rest can go searching to find any areas that might be unsafe and whatnot”

Kageyama furrowed his brows and looked down at the tile floors as he seemed to be arranging his thoughts. After a while, the black-haired male shot his head up, looked back up at Kenma, and opened his mouth slowly “What exactly are we doing here again? I kind of just agreed to go since Shoyou said he wanted to”

“Oh? I guess some of us don’t know … well I wanted to do a sort of ghost hunting video or one of those ‘We stayed in an abandoned creepy mall for 7 nights’ challenges for my youtube channel” Kenma shrugged and put his hands into the pockets of his red and white sweat pants from his Nekoma days.

“Oh, that makes more sense, thank you for clarifying Kenma” Kageyama looked down again while Kenma gave him a small nod instead of a reply.

“Well now that we’re all caught up, who’s doing what?” Hinata laughed a little as he patted Kageyama’s shoulder.

“Well, I was thinking that Hinata, Ushijima, Tendou, Lev, Suna, Matsukawa, and Asahi could work on setting everything up with me and the rest could go exploring” Kenma pulled out one of his pale hands from his pocket to rub the back of his head “... If that’s okay with everyone” Little comments of agreement came from the rest of the group before they all started splitting off to go do their jobs.

Yaku, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, and Kyôtani had all grouped up and decided to go into the west area of the mall. The small group headed off together, Yamaguchi running off ahead of everyone, his eyes bright in wonder, as the rest tagged along back, Tsukishima watching the boy with a reserved fondness in his eyes. Meanwhile, Nishinoya, Yachi, Tanaka, Kiyoko, and Kindaichi headed over to the east side of the old grimy building.

Nishinoya and Tanaka ran off ahead of the group together, Noya cackling as Tanaka slammed into him, causing him to plummet to the ground. The small male yelled as he fell to the ground, grimacing in disgust as his clothes got coated in dust and grime from the floor “Tanaka! What was that for? This place is disgusting” Tanaka bellowed a laugh and put his hand behind his head as the shorter man sprang to his feet.

A third group was also there, though this group was a lot smaller than the other as it had only consisted of Iwaizumi, Yamamoto, Kageyama, and Hanamaki. This group probably would’ve never grouped up if it weren’t for everyone leaving before they had the chance to join the two clumps of grown adults “Shall we head over to the north side then? Since we came in the south entrance?” Kageyama looked over at the three other males.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Iwaizumi ran a hand through his hair as he started making his way around the water fountain with the green chipping paint.

“Come on guys! Let’s go do some searching!!” Hanamaki cheered out while throwing his arms up in the air.

“How bloody high are you right now?” Yamamoto chuckled as he turned his head to look at the pinkish brunette that was standing right next to him.

“Clouds” Hanamaki turned to look over at the Tanaka look alike.

“Sounds good enough for me” Yamamoto shrugged and continued walking resulting in Iwaizumi chuckling and the stoned male laughing.

Kageyama rolled his eyes while grabbing hold onto Hanamaki pulling him along “Come on guys let’s just hurry up already”

The quadruple started heading towards the north end, their shoes making echoing noises as they walked down the hallways with chipping paint and water stains covering most of the ceiling “To be honest, this is scary, what if one of us dies during this?” Hanamaki asked, completely joking.

“Come on Maki, we shouldn’t joke about stuff like that” Iwaizumi looked over with a small smirk and a light-hearted chuckle.

“I know that, but like what if?” The second that had left Hanamaki’s mouth, Iwaizumi gave him a slap against the back of the head “Owwwww” Maki stood there rubbing the back of his head, giving his old classmate a pout.

“He did tell you to stop Maki” Yamamoto bellowed as he clutched his stomach, bending over slightly as he started to wheeze. Kageyama stood there shaking his head while looking around the corner to the right of where the group was in the hallway.

“Hey, there’s a strip of stores here,” Kageyama said as he looked over to the left side as well. “Which way should we go first?”

“Hm, maybe we could go to the right since that’s the side you looked at first,” Yamamoto said while running a hand through his hair. The group agreed to the statement and turned towards the right, walking over to the first store there.

The first group that had banded together to head towards the east side had ended up splitting off into smaller groups. Oikawa with Yaku, and Kyôtani, while Kuroo was with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. The group had decided that they would cover a lot more ground if they all split up than if they stayed together in such a big group.

Yaku looked around in one of the clothing shops, checking through the racks for anything that might catch his eyes.

“Why are you looking through the racks Yaku?” Kyôtani asked as he leaned against one of the walls in the store, fiddling with a mannequin’s hands trying to make it flip off Oikawa.

“Just in case I find something here I won’t anywhere else, and because we won’t have to pay while we’re here” Yaku chuckled and gave a wink as he pulled a shirt off of the rack and held it up against himself “What do you think Oikawa?”

“Hm?” Oikawa looked up from where he was sitting on a display table “Oh? That’s a nice shirt, you should take it. Just make sure there isn’t any bugs or holes in it, since that won’t go so well for you”

“Ah, you’re right, I didn’t think of that. Thank you, Oikawa” Yaku said as he pulled the shirt away from him to look over the cloth, checking for any sign of infestation or damage “I think it’s all good”

Oikawa hummed in response as he looked down to go back to picking at the threads of his pants “I think I’m going to go look around this area for a bit so I know where everything is”

“That’s pretty suspicious of you, wanting to know the mall like the back of your hand” Kyôtani replied as he silently cheered once he got the mannequin to finally flip Oikawa off “Yes” he muttered to himself. Oikawa jumped up and off the table, leaving the store as he gave the two in the room a quick wave.

“So are you going to take that hand with you everywhere now?” Yaku asked as he looked at the plastic hand pointedly.

“Oh hell yeah!” Kyôtani laughed shortly as he raised the hand to the air “It’s my souvenir now” He brought the hand back down and started looking at all the little cracks in the white paint before cracking a small joke “My new friend”

The group on the west side stood around in the empty food court, partially expecting a tumbleweed to blow by them since it was so quiet.

“Oooooo spooky, do you think that there are any ghosts here?” Nishinoya asked the group as he stood atop a table.

“Maybe there are,” Tanaka shrugged while sitting at the chairs of the table with the rest of the group.

“Why don’t you give us a little show Noya?” Yachi joked while looking up at the two-toned-haired male.

Noya looked down at her and smirked teasingly pulling his shirt up to his belly button before dropping it down “I’m joking, Asahi might kill me if I were to give all of you a show” Noya then jumped off the table, stumbling on the ground when his feet hit the floor.

The group laughed as he almost fell over onto the floor “You okay there ‘Great Guardian of Karasuno’?” Kindaichi said while raising an eyebrow at the shorter male as he regained his balance.

“Haha yeah,” Noya looked around briefly before opening his mouth again “Hey guys I’m going to go to the bathroom quick, I’ll be back I promise” Nishinoya played with the ends of his bleached hair as he shifted his weight back and forth on his feet, pressing his sneakers into the floor as he shifted.

“Okay man, hurry before you burst all over the tiles though” Tanaka laughed and wrapped his arm around Kiyoko’s waist, holding her close to his muscular body. Quickly Noya bolted down a hallway through the mall in search of a bathroom, once he had found it he kicked open the door and ran into a stall. What he didn’t know, was the person who watched him run into the bathroom.

The person chuckled to themself and slowly pushed open the door, hiding in the dark corner of the room. ‘You’re making this way too easy’ the person thought to themself with a smirk as they leaned against the wall, simply waiting for the right moment to strike.

Tendou ran a hand over his buzzed hair as he was rolling out sleeping bags with the rest of the group that was tasked to stay behind. “Ushiwaka? Did you bring the coolers out of the vans?” Tendou looked up at the tall brunette just as he was setting down a green cooler. “Oh, well looks like you did” The redhead laughed at his previous question before looking up at the second floor as Tendou had heard two people talking.

Noticing the redhead growing silent, Ushijima looked up as well just in time to see Kuroo come into view near the railing “Oh, look it’s Kuroo, I wonder who he’s with.” At that comment, a couple of others who were closer to the pair looked up as well only to watch Kuroo backing up closer to the railing.

“What is that idiot doing?” Kenma asked in his usual uninterested tone as he stood up from his place on the ground “Doesn’t he know that he’s going to fall if he keeps backing up?” Kenma tilted his head to the side in wonder only to open his mouth to call out to Kuroo, yet it was almost as if Kenma foretold the future as suddenly, two shadowy hands reached forward and pushed on Kuroo’s shoulders, sending him over the edge.

“W-Wait what are you doing?!” Kuroo screamed out before his sly eyes widened and his body hit the railing, the rotten wood cracking from the sudden force and weight, splintering into pieces as his body tipped over the edge, gravity tugging him down like an enormous invisible hand dragging him down to his demise.

The group down at the center of the ground floor near the worn-out and peeling fountain all looked up as they saw Kuroo fall from the second floor, their feet were glued to the ground as some fastened their eyes as tightly as possible and others prevented them from closing as they watched the poor rooster-haired man's body make contact with the marble tiles. Tears welled up in Kenma’s eyes just as blood started pooling under Kuroo’s head. He slid onto his knees pulling the taller male’s limp body onto his lap.

“Kuroo, you have to wake up” The brunette shook the maturer one’s shoulders, wiping hard at his eyes, as he willed his best friend to wake up. The taller man laid limp underneath him, as the life was poured out of his broken body by the fall.

“He’s gone Kenma, I’m sorry” Hinata placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder cautiously, unknowing of how Kenma would react. Golden-flecked eyes looked up into Hinata’s brown lively ones, and finally, the poor man snapped, elusive dam behind his eyes breaking, and angry tears spilled over pale cheeks. As the blond cried, he realized: Kuroo would never be forcing him out of the house to engage in a game of volleyball or making sure he was taking care of himself anymore. The thought made him squint in pain, doubling over, his sobs getting heavier.

“Wh-who did it? Who killed him?! Someone, please call 911!!”Kenma glared harshly around the group, his senses going into fight or flight, before looking up frantically at where Kuroo had fallen from. There near the railing stood a tall dark figure. The elusive form creepily waved one of their hands at all of them and slowly walked back into the shadows away from their view.

Lev quickly pulled out his phone, hurriedly unlocking it, but stopping when Suna set a hand on his wrist.

"Why are you stopping me?" Lev asked him confused with a hint of anger.

"It's because we don't have any service, whoever killed him must have known that there weren't any telephone lines nearby and killed him knowing that" Suna pointed at the little writing on Lev's phone that said in bold white letters 'NO SERVICE'. Quickly everyone pulled out their phones only to see the same two words flashing almost tauntingly at the corner of their screens.

"Which means that we're stuck with the killers until we can get away alive. For now, we should all regroup and ask the people who weren't here what they were doing, narrowing possible suspects and all that." Suna watched as everyone's heads nodded and broke off in groups to find the people who weren't there and to put Kuroo's stone-cold, unmoving body to rest.

#haikyuu!!#horror story #idk how to tag this #help me

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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 4 years

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heyy can i request head canons with the haikyuu captains or the karasuno first years with how they would react to a haunted house. just to get in the spirit of halloween :)

heyyy anon!! yes ofc, i love that request :)

i hope you don’t mind but i decided to go with the karasuno first years bc i have a lot of ideas for them. If anyone wants though i can make a part two with the captains :)

alsooooo im sorry if anyone seems ooc, this is just how i think they would react + this is my first headcanon sooo forgive me if it isn’t the best <3

anywhooo, ty for the request, i hope you enjoy !!

•Haunted House w/ the Karasuno 1st Years•

[art credit : @boonooniee on twitter]

warnings: a few curse words

genre: crack

characters: hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi, and yachi

•Hinata•

surprisingly enough, this whole thing was his idea

he just wanted to spend time with his friends

he had to practically beg everyone to go, half of the group was scared out of their minds and the other half just weren’t interested in the slightest

when everyone finally agreed, he was quite literally jumping for joy

days leading up to it, he would not shut up about it

this boy was beyond excited

“Are you guys excited for the Haunted House? It’s gonna be so much fun!”

he was all smiley and giddy about it until he was standing at the entrance

now he was about to shit himself

“Heh um, who wants to go carve some pumpkins?”

mans had to be dragged in that hoe

he kept trying to tell himself that everything was fine and this would be super fun

then the first jump scare happened, and every ounce of courage in that tiny body was gone

he was clinging onto anyone that was in proximity of him

at some point he got a little bit of courage back and started to threaten to beat up one of the decoration

yeahh that “decoration” was one of the actors

that boy literally screamed and tackled the nearest person poor yams

now tiny yelps could be heard whenever he suspected something was about to pop out at him

at one point he literally started to hold his breath and Kageyama had to smack the back of his head so he would exhale

he finally reached the end after one of the actors chased him all the way to the exit

had to stand there for a minute to catch his breath after he realized the actor went back to their post

on the walk back home he kept talking about how it “wasn’t so bad”

luckily Tsukki had gotten a video of him jumping on Kageyama and knocking him over to remind him just how bad he seemed to think it was

little pouty after he realized that video was sent to the team group chat

he cheered right up when Yachi suggested they go get hot coco though

•Kageyama•

just no

he did not want to spend his time going to a haunted house

he had volleyball to practice

which is why, initially, his answer was no

but Hinata would not stop asking him about it and it was making it impossible for him to focus

he thought that if he agreed he would finally get some peace and quiet

ohh boy, was he wrong

Hinata would now not stop talking about how excited he was

Kags definitely had mixed feeling about all of this

he wasn’t the worst when it came to scary stuff but he’s never actually had to experience anything like a haunted house before

he figured if he could handle scary movie, he could definitely handle this, right?

he was a little nervous once they arrived but he would not let himself get startled so easily

mainly because he didn’t want to freak out the others 10x more and also because Tsukishima would never let him hear the end of it

so he decided he would suck it up and get through this without getting the absolute crap scared out of him

at first things were actually going pretty good, just some gory decorations on display

maybe this would actually be kind of fun

then one of the actors popped out and all hell broke loose

everyone was now terrified well except tsukki, mans got the popcorn out

Kageyama was trying his very best to play it cool but on the inside he was losing his shit

this was definitely so much more terrifying then the movies

Hinata and Yachi’s screams were not helping either

he tried to mask his fear by yelling at Hinata any chance he got

Tsukishima saw right through that,

“Oh? is the king getting scared?”

yes, yes he was

but Tsukishima did not need to know that

flinched at anything that could potentially pop out at him

got knocked over by Hinata a few times

Yachi had a death grip on this mans arm half the time to be honest he kind of felt less scared with how scared she was so he didn’t mind

ended up using Hinata as a shield a few times

he got to the end after what felt like an eternity

never wanted to do something like that again

Tsukishima unfortunately got most of his unfortunate experience on camera

cue the never ending teasing

Yachi had told him it was okay and asked if he wanted to get hot coco with the rest of them bby is too kind

sir was definitely in the mood for some hot coco after that nightmare

•Tsukishima•

“No.”

that was his immediate answer

its’s not as if he was scared to go mans knows everything is fake and does not care in the slightest

he just did not find them as entertaining as most people did

and going with the others?

yeah, count him out

but Hinata was determined

Tsukishima was ready to resort to violence when Hinata had bothered him about it for what felt like the millionth time

when he realized that that midget would not shut up until he got the answer he wanted, he finally caved

“Fine. Just shut the hell up, would you?”

Hinata did not shut up

listening to Hinata go on and on was worth it once they got there though

this was one of the most entertaining things he’s seen in a while

everyone was already loosing it before they even got inside

teasing was at the max today yams was the only exception

Hinata was the main target of his laughs

Yachi was runner up but he didn’t really have to try, miss girl was scared of everything tbh he went a little easy on her bc he lowkey felt bad

he even got to poke fun at the king himself

documenting everyone’s misfortune and sending the videos to the gc

purposely walked in front of the group so they’d bump into him and get scared

he and Yamaguchi were the first one to reach the exit so he got to watch everyone run for their lives

now he was really running his mouth

told Hinata he never wanted to do something like that again though

in reality, he had a lot of fun

he surprisingly agreed to get hot coco with them afterwards mainly because he knew the cafe they were going to had strawberry shortcake

•Yamaguchi•

oh no

Yamaguchi was definitely not one to willingly participate in things like this

he honestly was about to refuse the offer until he found out Tsukki was going

he decided it was now or never to get over his fears I’m convinced that if Tsukki jumped off a bridge, Yamaguchi would too

Hinata talking about how excited he was did nothing to calm his nerves

every time it was brought up he would try to change the topic

he preferred to pretend as if it wasn’t a thing that he was actually involved in

As soon as they arrived, Yams was clinging onto Tsukishima for dear life

he was very grateful that Tsukki didn’t deny his attempts to use him as a human shield

It didn’t start off too bad

sure there was a few props that were uncomfortable to look at but for the most part he thought he could actually get through this pretty easily

he had even loosed his grip on Tsukki’s arm a little bit

then things started popping out at him

sir did not sign up for all of this

he was right back to cutting off the circulation in Tsukishima’s arm

Yamaguchi wasn’t the type of person to scream when he got scared

he preferred to shut his eyes as tight as he could and repeat that he was okay over and over again in his head

if he wasn’t so terrified he would probably be laughing right along with Tsukishima

but at the moment all he was focused on was getting the heck out of that place

funny enough, he didn’t even notice that they had reached the end until Tsukki told him he could open his eyes

poor baby was pretty much on the brink of tears after all of that

Hinata apologized profusely as Kageyama scolded him

he felt much better later, laughing at all the videos Tsukishima took with some hot coco in his system

•Yachi•

poor girl

when Hinata suggested going to a haunted house she felt her heart drop to her stomach

she agreed none the less though, figuring that it would make Hinata sad if she refused seeing how excited he was

leading up to it, she was still scared out of her mind but some of Hinata’s excitement had surprisingly rubbed off on her

maybe she could get through this

her mind changed when they actually arrived

nope nope nope nope nope nope

definitely could not get through this

she was furiously nodding at Hinata’s offer to get the heck out of there but that idea had been shut down

she tried to gravitate towards Tsukishima, since she figured that he was big and he could be a shield or something of that sort

she ended up taking off in the other direction once he began telling her about all the scary stuff that was inside he was just teasing but poor baby definitely did not sense the sarcasm

she opted to clinging to Kageyama since sticking around Hinata and Yamaguchi just made her more nervous

“Kageyama-kun, am I going to die in there”

once they got inside she calmed down a little bit

the decorations at the beginning were mostly just bloody props and Kageyama kept hitting them to show her they weren’t real we love big brother Kags

it was probably just a coincidence that every prop he hit ended up smacking Hinata in the head

then the jump scares begun and Yachi was just about ready to faint

miss girl was just babbling nonsense, trying to distract herself from how terrified she was

every single jumpscare she would let out a squeal and shut her eyes

she ended up bumping into Tsukishima a few times which just made her even more terrified I mean, mans is huge and it’s dark what do you expect

almost got lost

she had run in the opposite direction and Yamaguchi thought one of the actors kidnapped her

Hinata started flipping out

Kageyama just started yelling at him

Tsukishima ended up spotting her running back to the group after getting chased back by one of the actors

someone was now in front and behind her at all times

by the end of it Yachi was on the cusp of needing medical attention

she suggested getting some hot coco once she calmed down mainly just to get her mind off of everything she just had to experience

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megatronswaifu · 4 years

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wrote a fanfiction and wanted to draw something to go with it!!

if you want to read some sickeningly sweet ooc overlord with nightlight please take a look under the cut. i’m happy with how it turned out because i really didn’t take it seriously like i’ve tried in the past.

“Nightlight’s Shadow” <2k words rating: GEN tw: mild canon-typical violence

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“What’s wrong?”

Overlord peered through the door, hunching over significantly. The phase-sixer was incredibly bored, having killed everyone he felt like and no missions assigned to him for a long while. When Overlord was bored and without those to maim, he went to go bother Nightlight.

The minibot sat in the shape of a ball on her berth. Her helm was tucked between her knees, and her little horns poked out, the only thing clueing Overlord in that “Oh, that part of the purple dot is her head.” When she looked up at Overlord, he thought to himself that this was the most pitiful face she had made to-date.

The towering bot squeezed into the room, scraping the doorframe with his shoulders as he stomped in (he wasn’t stomping on purpose, it was simply a feature of his size), his pillar audials threatening to pierce the ceiling. Nightlight’s accommodations were definitely made with efficiency and budget in mind. Why would anyone waste shanix and space on the ship just in case someone larger than a pea wanted to visit this room? Overlord thought he should carve out the wall and ceiling so his visits weren’t so difficult.

“What’s wrong?” Overlord asked again, and Nightlight turned to face away, “Why the long face?”

“I’m not a good Decepticon,” the tiny bot started. Her voice was quivering and hoarse, like she had been crying. Little cheekplates having subtle remnant streaks of tears confirmed this. “I’m not scary. Everyone keeps being mean to me. The bigger bots push me and call me names, even when I don’t do anything to them.”

“Why don’t you kill them?” replied Overlord like it was obvious. He had slithered onto the berth, laying sideways lazily behind Nightlight, his legs curled so he could fit. Luckily the slab was medium size, having not been made specifically for Nightlight, but it still creaked horribly under Overlord’s weight.

“I can’t do that! I’m not strong enough like everyone else. I’m not big. I can’t beat them up....I...every time I try to fight back,” her face scrunched up and her voice became even higher pitched and even wobblier, “I...I get my- my tailpipe kicked!”

Nightlight choked and whined, stifling a staticky sob in her forearms. She clearly felt so strongly about these simple tussles that it pained her enough to cry. The poor thing. The blue mech brought her into his chest with his big servo like a hockey stick to a puck.

“Don’t cry,” Overlord cooed, “I’ll give you advice.” Nightlight peeked at him from her arms. “You can’t beat them up and you can’t grow any. But that doesn't have to stop you.”

“When I walk around, everyone moves. As if I have a force field. Nobody gets in my way.” He gestured to Nightlight with his chin. “Why do you think that happens?” She looked away again, not in an attempt to hide her tears, but in thought.

“Um….because you’re really tough,” the moped said, “And, um, you’ll, maybe you’ll beat them up if they’re mean to you.” Nightlight always said things like “maybe” when talking about if Overlord would do something violent or not. Like she wasn’t sure if he was a bad mech, or she didn’t want to accuse him of anything. How kind.

“Yes, that’s true. I’m very tough.”

“But I’m not...it wouldn’t work for me. I’m not really-”

“Yes it would.”

Nightlight stuttered a few syllables of denial before resorting to looking at Overlord with a tipped helm in confusion. Overlord couldn’t help but laugh.

“When I walk around places where nobody knows me,” he said, “Where nobody knows I could mash them to a slurry, my force field still works. That is because I hold myself a certain way. I hold myself with an expectation that everyone fears me,” the duocon puffed out his chest plating a little, and it made a “clink” sound when it tapped his tiny companion, “With confidence. Confidence in myself and that the force field will work no matter what.” He smiled triumphantly. “Lo and behold, the seas part.”

Nightlight looked at him like he was the coolest mech on Cybertron. She had uncurled and instead was facing him, sitting with her knees forward and her pedes behind her. “So,” she spoke with a bit more pep in her voice, “they don’t know you’re strong...but they still kind of know you’re strong because you walk so confident.”

“Exactly.”

“But...but I don’t think I could do that.”

“Why not?”

“Cause what if I pretend to be strong and then they figure out I’m not and they beat me up?”

“If you walk with enough confidence, they won’t challenge you. And if they do, you threaten them. Then they run off like little glitchmice, with not a finger lifted.” Overlord waved his free servo as he talked, and Nightlight rubbed her fists on her optics and cheeks as he spoke, scooting closer to him.

“If I was injured in a way that left me unable to fight, but able to use my words, I would still win. In that moment, when I threaten them, it is not pain they are afraid of,” he explained, half-lying. Overlord loved to taunt, but he rarely threatened. If someone challenged him, most of the time he smashed their head in immediately. “I’m not touching them. They aren’t experiencing it. What they fear is the prospect of pain. All you have to do if you want to scare them off is make them believe you’ll rip them apart.”

Overlord had a feeling he was losing her, given her big optics staring at him. Or maybe that’s just how she looked. He poked her in the chest with acquired gentleness. “I can teach you. I can make you like me,” he said, “You can be intimidating. And nobody will ever bother you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

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Nightlight had such a tall stack of datapads in her arms that the top of the pile concealed her face. She had to stumble slowly in the hall and occasionally, carefully glance to the side of the stack to see that there was nobody in front of her, and issue out “excuse me”s and “I’m sorry”s accordingly.

Overlord’s lessons on being braver and more intimidating had not yet been put into practice. Fortunately so, in Nightlight’s optics. The two wheeler hadn’t come across anybody who felt like bullying her for a whole week, and she was hoping her lucky streak would last forever. She didn’t want to try out what she had learned from the phase-sixer, even though out of everybody on the ship, he was probably the best person equipped to teach it. Nightlight didn’t want to mess up.

Turning a corner like an old bot driving slow on the highway, she scooted forward on her pedes and shifted her grip on the datapads. She felt the datapads sliding, and she “eep!”ed as she steadied them, and they settled back in place. “Whew,” she whispered.

Despite her dearest wishes on shooting stars, Nightlight didn’t get much time to be relieved. Just as she found her footing again, some mecha decided to sneak up beside her and stick their pede out. The minibot made a brief yelping sound before landing on her front, some of the datapads breaking her fall, layered like a deck of cards. The rest scattered and clattered around them. The floor and the pointy edges of the datapads poked and scraped her chassis and hands.

“Oops,” said the bot above her, laughing. She recognized him from his voice. She didn’t know his name. “Heh, watch where you’re going, squirt.”

Nightlight stayed on the floor for a moment, facing down, steeling herself and her urges to cry. It was action time. She got up, pushing herself with her tiny servos, whipping herself around with gusto and pointed her finger right in the mech’s face.

“How about YOU watch where YOU’RE putting your STINKY PEDES, BUSTER!!”

The Decepticon stood with his mouth agape. He stared at Nightlight like she had grown another helm. Her being any bit of aggressive was pretty equivalent, really. “Wha-” he snorted, before barking out laughter that scraped Nightlight’s audials from being too loud. “What’s your problem, Autobot model? You think you can just waltz up in here and get sharp with me? You lookin’ to get pummeled?”

“You’re the one asking for a beating, stupidhead!” Nightlight yelled back with surprising volume, looking up at the considerably taller mech, even stepping towards him with gritted teeth. She stomped at him and almost jumped towards him doing so, looking like a dog trying to chomp at a chewtoy placed above it. “Get out of my way or pick these up,” she pointed at the datapads now, “and take them to room L2400! Or I’ll rearrange your face so much you’ll have to get your whole head replaced!!”

Nightlight, venting hard, felt equal amounts proud and equal amounts terrified. She had used the strategies Overlord taught her! Nightlight had tried her hardest and her best, put on her scariest face with her scariest voice. Hours of practice with Overlord, of him showing her how to be unabashed and angry, were coming to fruition.

The mech looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead he froze up, his expression contorting into a wide-eyed frown. He frantically vented, taking a few quick breaths before letting out what Nightlight could only describe as a “squawk”. His helm darted between facing forward and towards the datapads. He was shivering so hard his chassis rattled. Was it working?

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it, I’ll pick up the datapads!” he threw himself at them, scooping them up like they were shards of his spark. Nightlight couldn’t help but look on with her mouth in the shape of an O. “Just leave me alone, okay?! I don’t want any trouble anymore!”

“Really?!” asked the purple minibot, “I, I mean, yeah! And I don’t wanna ever see your dumb ugly face ever again, got it?!” She shook her fist at him, throwing in a growl to her intimidation tactics. It sounded like a baby cyberwolf.

Taking no time to look back or even respond, the mech rushed off with the datapads in his hands. He screamed and practically jumped in the air when Nightlight yelled “L2400!” to remind him of where he was supposed to be going.

When the bot disappeared in the hallway, Nightlight stood still. She seemed to start to gradually vibrate, before exploding in excitement, jumping around the hallway, squealing and screaming, dancing and throwing her fists all around. She did it! She did it! She was intimidating! She could stand up for herself! She didn’t have to be bullied anymore! She was a real Decepticon!

Nightlight then felt a little guilty. She put her servo to her mouth and thought. The mech looked so scared. Had she been too mean?

No, she hadn’t been. Overlord told her that she should stand her ground, go full force, and dish back exactly what her bullies were doing to her. There was nothing wrong with that. An optic for an optic, and then some. The moped bounced in place. Overlord would be so proud of her!

“...I have to tell him!” she said, out of breath. She dashed down the hallway despite this, giggling and cheering, back in the direction she came from.

As Nightlight skipped away, Overlord stood at the other end of the corridor, in direct line of sight of where her bully had been standing. He backed away into the darkness with a wicked smile.

#tf oc #nightlight #overlord #maccadam #sunnyd #tried posting this last night but i am pretty sure tumblr ate it #or something #cause it got like 2 likes and i was like #DAMN Y'ALL HATE IT THAT MUCH?#i got unreasonably sad about it LMAO #but then i went to take a nap and i was like #oh nvm it's fine laksjfdlkads #so now i'm grabbing you guys by the head and forcing you to read it #you WILL consume my content OR ELSE #and thank you to my friends who helped me feel better #i owe you one

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