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the-broken-truth · 9 months
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Civil Obsession: Platonic Yandere Mafia Boss Miguel O'Hara w/ Civilian Teenager Reader [Part 1]
Summary: [Name] tries to lead a normal life in New York, despite the presence of gangs and violence. [Name] resides with their parents who run a Drycleaner Business and attends school while working as an animator and artist on the side. While hurrying to school one day, [Name] accidentally spills coffee on a man wearing an expensive suit. [Name] offers the man their business card for a free dry cleaning service before hastily departing.
[New York - Your Point Of View]
The Streets of New York City were crowded - as always - but that didn't stop me from rushing down the sidewalks of New York, dashing through the slim openings between people's bodies with a coffee in my dominant hand and my other hand pressing down on my satchel that was on my shoulder and across my body but I didn't want my flap to open and my art tablet to fly out or hit someone in the face; I was not in the mood to get sued and possibly robbed but I was pressed for time. I overslept once again and I was late for school - well, late for breakfast at school; I still had about half an hour to get there and I was going to be late, then they were going to call my parents, then my parents were going to be pissed off at me, and for punishment, they were going to make me spend my weekend working in the Drycleaners when I could be finishing commissions and getting paid for them.
I'm getting beside myself. Allow me to introduce myself: I am [Name] of the [Surname] Family of New York City. I'm the only child of my family, thus making me the heir to the family business - a Drycleaner Service that was well known in the neighborhood where I lived in New York. While I respect the business and everything my parent did to make a living for themselves and myself, I found my passions somewhere else - in the world of Animation and Digital Art. I'm going to school to become an animator and my parents support my choice but I agreed to keep my passion aside and focus on helping my family with the business whenever they need my help - I work with them on the weekends when I don't have commissions to fill but sometimes I need to...
Suddenly, the door before me opened and my path was obscure by a large body, my eyes widened as I crashed into the massive body, squeezing the cup in my hand, causing the cup's lid to pop open and spill all over the person's red velvet vest - that was trimmed in white and in the shape of a spider on the chest. I fell on my butt and looked up at the person before me: A Towering Man with dark brown skin, dressed in a velvet red trimmed in cream white in the shape of a spider on his chest, black dress pants, shoes, and a black silk jacket over his shoulders. He looked down at me with his blood-red eyes as his short brown hair waved in the wind. People around me stepped away from me and the man. I quickly rose to my feet and bowed my head.
"I'm so sorry, Sir! I was in a rush and..." Suddenly, I was pushed away from the man by a large man in a tuxedo, black glasses, and an earpiece.
"Step away from the boss!" The bodyguard demanded as I steadied myself, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THE BOSS' SUIT COSTS, YOU FILTHY BRAT?!"
"Hey, I said I was sorry! I'm in a rush!" I yelled back at the man but lifted his hand to punch me when the man - The 'Boss' - grabbed the man's wrist and pushed him away from me before walking up to me and looking down at me.
"You shouldn't run in the busy sidewalks like that, you never know who might be in your way." The voice of this guy...deep but smooth...full of authority but gentle.
"I'm really sorry for your suit, Sir. Oh!" I reached into my satchel and pulled out a business card for my parents' shop before holding it out to the man, "Please, go here and they will clean your suit - tell them [Name] sent you and they will clean your suit for free. I'm really sorry about your suit but I have to leave!" I watched as he took the card from me before I walked around him and started running again - I was in the home stretch - 10 Minutes left before I was late!
[Mysterious Man's Point Of View]
I watched as the young one ran away from me and turned the corner - must be heading to the local school. I looked at the card in my gloved hand.
"[Surname's] Drycleaning." I said as I looked at my bodyguard and handed him the card. "Give to this location. I need to get my suit cleaned." I said as I got into the back seat of my limo before my bodyguard closed the door and got into the front seat with the driver before handing him the card and taking off down the street.
'Just who are you [Name] and why does it feel like the two of us will meet again?' I thought as I folded my arms across my chest and closed my eyes - all I could see was their face and it made me smile.
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semiweirdshipper · 5 days
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Slashers as fathers with a (teenage) reader.
Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is a young teenager (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.
Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART TWO. Hurt/comfort addition.
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Freddy Krueger
Freddy sighed as he stomped to your room in search of his laptop. You had been in such a rush this morning to get to school that you had accidentally left it in there. And while he always respected your wishes for him to never enter your room, he really needed his laptop. Sacrifices need be made some times.
However, as Freddy wandered into your room, he was met with a sight that literally stole his breath. Your bed was completely littered with folders and painted canvas boards. There was a large portfolio bag laying on the ground with its contents scattered everywhere. Painting and drawing utensils alike sat scattered over a table with a still wet painting taped atop.
Eyes ridiculously wide, Freddy looked around and deeply observed the area. He didn't know you owned any of this stuff. Paintings, oil canvases, drawings and sketches, and all of them were yours. And each piece looked really, really good. Freddy couldn't believe what was happening right now.
He thought you gave up on art.
Delicately picking up multiple art pieces, a happiness and sense of pride rushed through Freddy's heart, and he found himself grinning big in a mixture of relief and utter joy. You still loved art, and you were so good at it. He hadn't destroyed your passion after all. That being said though... Why would you hide this from him?
Later that day when you came home, Freddy asked you to go to the kitchen. When you went inside, you froze right on the spot. There, scattered all across the kitchen table, were multiple art projects of yours.
"Dad..." You choked, your heart racing in fear, your words stolen from you, "I..."
"I needed my laptop and uh... Accidentally found these," Freddy explained, a happy smile covering his face as he went to grab your shoulders, "Sweetie, why would you hide this from-"
"I told you not to go in there." You almost shouted, tears blurring your eyes as you pulled away from him.
"Sweetie," Freddy took a step back, hurt by your defensive attitude.
You went to the table and quickly began to gather up your art work. Freddy chased after you to try and get you to stop, "No, stop it. Don't do that- just-just wait a sec, I-"
"I get it, dad, you hate it. You've always hated my art. You-just... J-just leave me alone. Don't touch it, ok," You avoided eye contact while scurrying to protect your work, "I'll put it away."
"No, that's not what I want. (y/n). (y/n), will you please look at me. Hey," Freddy placed a hand on your shoulder and kept you from stomping off, "(y/n), look at me."
With a tense body and watery eyes, you looked at him, art work clutched to your chest and a glare covering your face.
Freddy sighed and said in earnest, "That's not what I want. Your art, I love it. I think it's beautiful an-and amazing! I-I mean, all this time? Really? I thought you gave up on it, I... I thought that I..."
Relaxing, you lowered your arms and looked him straight in the eyes. It felt like your heart had just done a summersault in your chest. "You... You mean it? You... You really like my art?"
"I love it!" Freddy exclaimed almost too quickly, "I love it so much, you have no idea. You have no idea how happy this makes me, (y/n). I thought that I ruined art for you. I... I never stopped feeling guilty about what I did. And I always hoped that one day you would start again, but..."
"Dad," You bit your lip hard in an attempt not to cry. He cared. He actually cared, and he loved your art. He was happy for you.
"Here," Freddy went to grab an old folder off the table.
Suspicious, you set down your art and went to take the folder. When you opened it, you saw dozens of old, un-crumpled papers with very distinct, familiar drawings on them. It took a minute, but you soon realized that these were the very drawings you had thrown away when you were little.
"You... Kept them?" You gaped at your dad, your heart aching in a happy/sad way.
"Of course I did," Freddy's smile wobbled a bit, "I love you and I love everything you do, and I'm so, so sorry for making you feel bad, f-for making you feel like you had to hide this from me."
Lowering the folder, you felt your lips wobble as your heart clenched in great happiness and relief. All this time you believed your dad hated your passion. He had hurt you so badly, but he regretted it. He had always regretted it, and he loved your work.
In a desperate attempt to hide your tears, you rush up to your dad and give him a big hug. Freddy held you as tightly as he could, his arms fierce and protective as he said, "Don't ever give up on your art, (y/n). No matter what, please. I love you so much."
Michael Myers
Michael had wandered out of the garage a few minutes after your friend's dad dropped you off. "Me and (friend's name) are gonna grab a snack real quick, k dad?" You had hollered while rushing into the house.
Rolling his eyes a bit, Michael approached the other man who casually got out of the car. He was grinning big at you and his own kid, seemingly proud and full of joy. "My god, man," He said mindlessly, smiling at Michael, "I tell ya, that was one hell of a game today. Whoo, and (y/n)? My god, they were great."
Puzzled and confused, Michael could only tilt his head in wonder. Game? What game?
The man shook his head and gave Michael an even more puzzled look than he himself sported, "Hey, how come I never see you at any of their games? Rough job or something?"
Michael's silence and confused expression urged the man to explain more.
"You know, the (sport) game? Just had one today- what a show I tell ya. But, I just- I never see you there, you know?"
At that, Michael's eyes went unspeakably wide. (sport)? You were playing (sport)? What? For how long? Why didn't he know about this? He thought you quit playing that when you were little. What was going on?
A week later and Michael was sitting amongst the crowd that was watching your (sport) game. You didn't know he was there. You didn't even know that he knew all your secrets like the fact that you had been playing (sport) for years, how you had won two trophies, the fact that this is where you spent most of your time at, and so on and so forth.
While watching the game, Michael couldn't help but to feel a deep sense of pride, relief and great joy at seeing how passionately you played and how much fun you were having. And you were so talented at it. The other team didn't stand a chance. You had grown so much since you were little. To this day his own actions still haunted him.
He hurt you. He 'scarred' you. And, although you continued doing what you loved, you had still felt the need to hide it from him, for years. He did that. He had made you feel so anxious and insecure that you felt the need to hide your greatest passion from him.
What kind of father does that to their child?
Unsurprisingly, your team won the game, and Michael couldn't be more proud or excited. Once the crowd and commotion calmed down, he patiently waited on you to exit the changing rooms. The way you hid yourself...
Michael gazed around at all the happy families congratulating and/or comforting their kids. It crushed his heart thinking about the sheer loneliness you expressed after the game ended and you had no one to celebrate with aside from your team mates.
When you came out of the changing room, Michael straightened his posture and faced you. It took you a minute, but eventually you looked up, saw him, and froze. A gasp escaped your mouth while your backpack fell from your shoulder to your shaken hand.
Michael's chest ached at the sight of your frightened, horrified face as you frantically looked around as if for an escape. Quickly he approached you and said in sign language, "That was a good game."
"Dad," You stepped away from him, panicked, "I-it's not what you think-I... I-I was just-I'm..."
You were scared, Michael realized, guilt beating on him like a hundred hammers. He waved his hand at you to get your attention, "Why didn't you tell me you were playing (sport)?"
"I..." You stare at him in great panic that melted into sadness and fear. You dropped your backpack and covered your face, saying brokenly, "I'm sorry, dad. I... I didn't mean to. Don't be mad, please, I-I... I'll stop playing it."
What? Micheal rushed to you and went to gently pull your hands away from your flushed face. What had he done? "No, I'm not mad. Please stop panicking. I'm not mad. Not at all."
Confused, you look at him through tear colored vision.
"I just found out you were playing (sport). You even have trophies. (y/n), why did you keep this from me?"
"Because," You winced, "You said I wasn't good at it. You... You hate me for it. I... I just wanted to be happy. I... I didn't mean to..."
He couldn't believe how upset you were, and all because he found out that you were doing what you loved. Marching up to you, Michael pulled you into a big hug that lasted for several minutes. When he noticed you calm down, he moved back a bit and explained.
"I was an idiot back then. I never should have said those things to you, (y/n). I've always felt bad for how I made you feel. You're not bad at (sport) and I never wanted you to stop playing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way."
You were shocked speechless, so Michael pulled you into another hug. You hugged back, relieved. He wasn't mad at you. He apologized. Everything was going to be alright.
Bo Sinclair
Bo lived in a very, very small town. Everyone knew each other and every piece of information that existed on the surface. Rumors spread and gossip filled the air like pollen. So it didn't take very long for Bo to learn that you had been practicing engineering with the car shop just down the road.
At first Bo had been ecstatic. You were still interested in engineering? He thought you didn't want to do that anymore; you said so yourself. Ever since the incident when you were little, you hadn't helped him with anything physically constructive- not even stuff as simple as hanging a picture on the wall.
Pretty much everyone praised you and said that you were doing a tremendous job. Your skill towards fixing vehicles was a natural, golden talent. You were an impressive, fast learner and everyone loved and appreciated you.
But when Bo tried to approach you about this exciting news, he was confused to hear you deny all of it. You shut his exclamations off and said that the towns people were lying. You claimed to have nothing to do with engineering. Yes, you hung around the car shop, but nothing was going on, you were just bored.
Bo didn't understand it. Why would you lie to him about this? He knew that the towns people weren't making this up- just ask the guy who took a picture of you and your buddies covered in grease while working on a truck engine. You looked so happy. Why was that something to lie about?
For the life of him, Bo could not figure out what was going on with you. Obviously you were lying to him, but he couldn't get you to explain why. It was as if you were completely and utterly avoiding him now, and it was driving him crazy.
So Bo reached out for help.
"Well," Your engineering teacher said in a tense tone, "I talked to em an' they said it's 'cause they don't wanna make ya mad."
"Huh?" Bo shook his head in exaggeration. What did that even mean?
Your teacher gave him a wearisome look, "I think they're afraid you're gonna blow a gasket on em if they do somethin' wrong. I take it that... you got a short temp?"
At that question, Bo was immediately rushed with memories of the past, and he found himself feeling overwhelmed with guilt and dread. That time he got mad at you when you were little, you didn't just give up on engineering. You gave up on everything that had to do with him. Was this why? Because you were afraid that he would get mad at you if you messed up or made a mistake?
You were afraid of his temper.
Coming to realization, Bo spent quite a while trying to figure out how he should approach you. He wasn't the best at emotions or having deep conversations. If he tried to explain himself he feared he would just say something stupid and cause you to be more upset with him.
So he waited for the perfect moment.
A couple weeks later, Bo dragged you to his shop to show you something that caused your mouth to fall open in awe. "Ram 3500, 2018. An' look at'er license plate."
Gasping the name of the state the enormous truck was from, you faced your dad with absolute excitement and disbelief, "Why's it here?"
"Ah, a little transmission trouble on the road," Bo smiled and slung an arm around your shoulder, "Nice huh? She's a beauty. Needs lotta' work, fast, an' I want 'you' to help me."
"What?" Your behavior changed drastically, "Dad-"
"Look, I've already heard all the gossip. I've seen ya work at the shop. I know you know what you're doin', (y/n)," Bo went to stand in front of you. "But what I don't understand is why ya don't wanna work with me."
"It's not... I just..." You sighed and looked at the ground, lost on what to say. A pain filled your chest as you admitted quietly, "I ain't perfect, dad, I... I make mistakes."
"And?" Bo pushed for a better answer.
His impatience and lack of understanding made you snap, "An' you can't handle that. Every time I mess up even the tiniest bit, you get mad at me. What do you expect me to do, huh? I'm only (age)."
Going silent, Bo relaxed upon learning what exactly your insecurity was. You were avoiding him because you were afraid of him getting mad at you for making mistakes. He did this. He put this fear in you, made you this way. And because of that, you were both teetering on the edge of complete life separation.
"(y/n)," Bo reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry."
Your entire body froze.
"I... never meant to make ya feel this way. I know ya ain't perfect. You're still learnin' an' you've got a long ways to go, but... I wanna be there for you, (y/n). I wanna help you. I wanna watch ya grow, an' I can't do that if ya ain't around... I'm better than I used to be. So if you mess up, I ain't gettin' mad. I'm helping you, because that's what fathers do."
Shot by your dad's moving words, you find yourself staring at him for a long moment before a large smile bloomed across your face. "Right dad," You say, "Let's take a look at her."
With his heart skipping over the moon, Bo grinned and thanked the very stars themselves for this moment, and he lead you to your first shared project since you were a mere, little kid.
Hannibal Lecter
One night Hannibal got bored and lonely and decided to go to Will's house which was where you liked to spend lots of time at. He didn't mind you staying with Will, but some times he himself felt a little bit left out.
When he arrived at Will's house, he quietly made way up the stairs of the porch and temporarily paused just outside of the window. Casually peeking in, Hannibal spotted Will sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper while you stood in front of the stove in the kitchen. Your sleeves were clumsily rolled up and you had a apron on.
The motions of your arms and the state of the kitchen did not lie. You were cooking. You were quite literally cooking food right in front of him. Hannibal couldn't help but to release a small shudder of mixed emotions. It had been years since he last saw you cook- years since he demolished your feelings and forced you away from the passion you both once shared.
To see you cooking now? It made Hannibal erupt with questions and emotions. How long had this been going on? What were you cooking? Why were you cooking? How come he didn't know? Were you happy? Was this why you always spent so much time with Will?
Speaking oh whom, Hannibal watched as you handed out a spoon to which Will stood up to receive. Taking a taste of the spoon, Will made a bright face and reached out for a container of spice. You smiled, laughed and nodded, happily going to add some of the recommended spice to your dish.
Grinning, Hannibal couldn't help but to feel great pride. So, you could handle personal opinions and constructive criticism? What an astounding chef you turned out to be, and you looked so happy too.
Regaining his composure, Hannibal straightened his hair and went to knock on the door.
It took over five minutes for Will to answer.
By that time, things had grown to be rather chaotic. Now only did Will claim that you had gone to bed, but that he also was the one responsible for the late night meal.
Hannibal knew better though.
Whilst you pretended to sleep in the guest bedroom, Will and Hannibal stood in the kitchen gazing around at all your hard work.
"They told me what happened when they were little," Will said, a disappointed look on his face, "How could you say that to them, doc?"
Hannibal stared down at your unfinished dish, his heart clenching in memory of the past. "I spoke out of impulse. I didn't mean to cause them this much insecurity." To think you would go out of your way to lie to him. "How long has this affair been going on?"
"I don't know. Few years?" Will shrugged, "I was cooking macaroni one day, they asked to help and... The ship set sail, I guess."
"You reignited their flame," Hannibal huffed and smiled, "I'm grateful."
"Ever thought about apologizing?" Will asked.
"I have," Hannibal said softly, "However, they refuse to have anything to do with cooking."
"You told them that they were a horrible cook and a waste of time in the kitchen. What did you expect would happen?"
Hannibal bowed his head in shame. He hurt you, more than he had ever imagined. After all these years he believed that you had moved on and found different passions, but instead you clung to cooking and desperately sought hiding it from him because of fear. What kind of father was he to do that to you?
The next morning after the drive home, Hannibal kept you in the car to say, "(y/n). I know it was you who cooked at Wills the other night. I saw."
Having been dreading this exact conversation, you flushed darkly and turned your head away in great shame, sadness and fear. "I'm sorry."
"Please do not apologize," Hannibal cursed at himself for how anxious he made you feel, "I am more grateful than you could ever know."
That stirred a confused reaction from you.
"(y/n), you do not have to accept my apology, but I want you to promise me that you will continue to do what you enjoy, especially if it is cooking." Hannibal looked to you hopefully. "Seeing how happy you were... You have no idea how much joy it brought me. I thought I had destroyed your passion, but..."
Now completely facing your dad, your mouth was agape and your heart pounding furiously with emotions.
"I've always regretted what I said to you that day. It was rude and improper, and most certainly untrue. You are an astounding cook and I'm proud of you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but, even if you do not wish to forgive me, I hope that you will always continue to do what you love."
Looking at your dad with watery eyes, you blinked and fought for the right words to respond with. All these years you had been terrified of your dad's wrath and disapproval when it came to cooking. He was right, he did hurt you, and the pain was still lingering inside you.
Even though what he said now brought you some form of relief and comfort, you couldn't help but to still feel a little bit of lingering hurt. "I... I need time." You reply quietly.
Hannibal nodded in understanding, "And time you shall have. I will always be here to support you."
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If I made a part three, it could be about the reader still suffering some anxiety while doing their passion around their dad. And the slasher dads' will be nothing but happy, supportive and proud. You know, just casual comfort and fluff.
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the sibling reader stuff is mad dope good job bro, could you do sum like when theyre in middle school and they come home after school all upset and like wont talk to anyone and it turns out, oh no not cool man theyre being bullied. its totally cool if not bro, love your stuff homebre keep it up
I love writing sibling reader, these requests are making me happy!
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BAYVERSE BOYS WHEN READER GETS BULLIED
The minute you walked into the Lair, they knew something was up.
You were still wearing your jacket for one,
You always, always took it off before you got home,
No matter how cold outside it was.
The second thing was your expression.
You just looked so...
Defeated.
Leo and Raph were the first to notice,
They shared a look with eachother, they both knew something had happened,
But figuring that out was the easy part,
Gettting you to talk wasn't going to be a cake walk...
"(Name)'s home!" Mikey shouted, jumping up from his spot on the couch, rushing to give you a hug.
The hug that you dodged with a weak smile.
The hug you had looked forward to getting everyday since you were 6.
That's when Mikey knew something wasn't right.
"How was school?" Donnie asked as he walked in, patting your shoulder as he passed.
You winced when his hand came in contact with your skin, laughing nervously.
Now Donnie knew too.
And you knew they knew.
"It was fine." you mumbled, before starting towards your room.
"Where ya' goin', Shorty?"
You sighed lowly, "To do homework."
"You just got home," Leo said, "Why don't you come watch TV with us for a little bit."
You shook your head, your breathing becoming uneven when you felt the tears prick your eyes, "Nope! I'm fine! You know how History is." You laughed nervously, reaching your room and closing the door as quickly as possible.
You tossed your backpack on your bed, shedding off your jacket, wincing.
You went to run your hand over the bruises that ran along your bare arms, pulling away quickly when the touch caused you to whimper.
The tears fell slowly, rolling down your cheeks almost taunting you.
'Some ninja.'
It was back.
That little voice that you hadn't heard in so long.
The one you had tried so damn hard to get rid of.
You slid down to the floor with your back against the door, head between your knees while you tried your hardest not to cry.
A soft knock sounded from behind you, and you held your breath, "(Name)..?" the worried voice of Mikey came from the otherside.
"Uh- Yeah?" you put some false chipper in your voice.
"You ok?"
"Peachy keen, Michel!"
You heard Raph grunt on the otherside of the door, "Dammit (Name), we're not stupid. We know you're lyin'."
You felt a sob build up in the back of your throat, you tried to respond but it felt like something was holding your voice hostage.
"Please just let us in." Donnie begged, and that did it.
You stood up slowly, doing your best to calm yourself.
Your eyes never left your feet as you opened that door,
You felt ashamed.
When you heard nothing from your brothers, you looked up to face them, and you felt the tears begin to fall again.
They weren't dissapointed in you,
They were upset.
They were angry.
For you.
You sniffled quietly and instantly Mikey pulled you in for a hug,
The second his arms wrapped around you the silent tears turned into to full on sobs.
And Mikey held you.
Just like he had when you were younger.
Mikey was doing his best to calm you out of your tears.
Just like he had in that alley oh so long ago.
You felt like you were just a toddler again,
Helpless and scared.
You were shaking, but despite the gut wrenching sobs you let out, an overwhelming sense of relief washed through your body.
You didn't have to keep the secret anymore.
Eventually your crying had reduced itself to sniffles, and you pulled away from Mikey, wiping your eyes while Donnie gently took your arms to examine the bruises.
"Who did it." Leo asked you lowly,
You looked down once again, the shame of being bullied filling you once again, "This clique of jerks. Ya know, the 'popular kids'. They've been picking on me since, like, 2nd grade for not having my bio parents around."
"How the hell do they even know that?" Raph growled out.
You shrugged, wincing when Donnie pressed on one of your bruises, "Some of their parents works in the office, so they knows April isn't my real mom."
Leo sighed, "Is this the first time the bullying has been physical?"
You nodded, "I told 'em to fuck off. They... didn't like that and jumped me after school."
"Have you tried getting staff involved?" Donnie question,
"Yup, but like I said, some of their parents work in the office, so they never get in trouble. I'm just told to stop lying trying to cause drama."
Leo hummed, and you looked up from the floor, "I'm sorry." you said, sniffling, tears welling up once again.
"What?"
"I'm sorry... I tried to stand up for myself, but I'm just not s-strong like you guys.."
Leo shook his head and pulled you in for a hug, "Don't you dare say you're sorry, (Name), because you have nothing you should be sorry for. We'll deal with those kids, just meet us in the nearest alley after school, ok?"
You nodded, "Can we watch Smurfs?"
Raph chuckled and patted you on the head when Leo pulled away, "Sure thing, Shorty."
The next day at school, you were nervous.
Leo hadn't told you his plan, just to meet them in the nearest alley to the school.
The bell rung, and you rushed out of the classroom, you reached your locker quickly and emptied it for the day.
After that, you rushed out the front door as fast as you could.
You were almost off school property when they caught up to you.
"Going somewhere, bitch?"
You looked behind you, seeing Brad and his possy of prep kids glaring snarkily at you.
"Fuck off, Brad." you said, continuing towards that alley.
You felt someone yank on the back of your hoodie, and you whipped around and socked the guy who held it in the face.
After that you took off running, with Brad shouting behind you, "Get back here you fucking bitch!"
You ran breathless into the alley, debating pulling up the manhole cover and escaping, but then the clique walked into the alley way.
Brad grabbed the front of your shirt, lifting you up slightly, "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh, fucker?"
"Our baby sibling."
Brad dropped you and began to frantically search the alley for whomever had spoke.
You felt a hand on you shoulder and turned to see a very angry Raphael.
"The baby sibling you just put your hands on."
One of the girls spotted your brothers, gasped quietly, and then promptly fainted.
You let out a pft-
Before backing up to stand next to Donnie, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder while glaring at the kids.
The prep kids looked just about ready to either faint, or book it out of the alley, but just as they began to run, Leo popped out of nowhere and wrapped his arm tightly around Brad's shoulder.
"Hey, you must be Brad. So a little birdy told me that you've been causing some issues for sweet old (Name) here. For your information, we're their big brothers, and we don't take too kindly to people picking on family."
He shoved Brad forward, with Brad in the other kids looking around in terror.
Raph spoke up, twirling one of his sais around menacingly, "You got one option here, so pay attention. I'm gonna give you all 10 seconds to get down on your knees and beg (Name) for the forgivness you don't deserve, or I'll show ya' what it's like to get beat up by someone bigger than ya', got it punk?"
Brad and his possy immediatly dropped to their knees infront of you, and it took everything in your power to not laugh out loud as they all frantically begged you for mercy and forgiveness and they were so sorry, etc. etc.
"Shut up you blubbering idiots." you said, they immediatly stopped talking, and you turned to face Leo "I wanna go home, do we still have poptarts?"
Leo nodded, and Raph picked Brad up off the ground, "You leave (Name) alone from now on."
Mikey nodded poking him in the side, "Yeah, you don't talk to them, you don't look at them, don't even breath in their direction, got it?"
Brad nodded frantically, and Raph dropped him, and Leo sent him one last glare "Don't say a word of what happened here to anyone, got it? We'll know, and we will find you. Now go."
Without another word, the clique left, scampering down the sidewalk like some terrified rabbits.
"Now let's get you that poptart, Shorty."
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And voilà! I hope you guys enjoy this one since I really liked writing it! 💕
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sal-fisher-fanboy · 1 year
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Please, may I have a headcanon of Parental Figure Narrator x GN!Teenager!Reader? I am trying to read some platonic fics of TSP, but it's a % so low of it :(
Parental figure Narrator x Teenage gn!reader [platonic]
AN: I apologize for taking so long to reply, writing usually takes a few days and I’ve had a lot of schoolwork lmao- I also don’t know how you want the narrator+reader’s kinda interactions would be like so I just made it so you sometimes like to hang around the office and he’s like a ghost almost
Helps you with homework
It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed by needing help he doesn’t care
Math isn’t his best though
Definitely will help you write essays or any papers you need to write
Takes you on walks throughout the office and lets you rant about whatever’s bothering you
He likes to sometimes put on shows and movies in the meeting room whenever you’re stressed so you can relax and have a cute little movie night
Really sees himself as your parent in some way
If you happen to call him “dad” he’ll start tearing up
“What? No, I’m not crying. I just… have a slight cold that’s all.“
If your actual parents are mean to you in anyway
Oh boy
Man’s is ANGRY
But since he can’t really go yell at your parents, he settles for comforting you with a blanket hug on the couch if he can touch you
He’s seething the entire time though
Not at you dw
If you’re in like a drama class or anything he’d help you memorize you’re lines and perform to him
He’s a great audience
It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed of it, no matter what you’re doing he’s gonna be super proud
He’s always proud of you :)
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greycaelum · 1 year
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lifting him/her out of excitement + first kisses [Gentle Affection Collections]
Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Sorcerer Reader
[Gentle Affection Collections]
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Request 29 & 9 [ List is Here ]
—lifting him/her out of excitement & first kisses
Notes & Warning: shouting/screaming, teasing, slight swearing to a higher-up, complaining about job compensations, PDA, teenage years-time skip as sorcerers; Word Count: 1.4k
"I had fun writing this one, so much I wanna drown in this and forget October 31st is fast approaching. Anyways, hope you like this one!" —Grey,
Redemancy
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"Has someone ever told you, your lips are so pretty?"
Satoru stood still. It was at that moment that the rustling trees went silent. The sound of your oolong tea can drop the vending machine dulled. It was his heart that pounded crazily, the mental crazy like one.
"Really? You like my lips?" He laughed like usual, but inside his brain was rolling, beating, and groping at the deepest floors of his brain for words to keep him talking. "I like you too!"
Your hands halted from opening the can drink and raised a brow at his strange words. Amused at the pink tone rushing at the tips of his ears. 
As if sanity entered his brain, Satoru froze for a second and laughed. A constipated laugh. Stupid Satoru! What the fuck is he talking about?
"I like your lips too! Do you use lip gloss? I use lip balm."
"No, I just bite them like this." You slowly bite your lower lips looking into his eyes through the slit of those dark glasses.
"Oh I see, next time I'll also—" Satoru inhaled a deep breath, shifting on his feet. He tries to tear off his eyes the way your lips look so tender and full against your teeth. It was bothering him so much that he could feel his uniform get so hot despite the chilly autumn winds.
"Also what?" You whispered, stepping forward.
"A-also do that." He stammered and look at your rose-red lips. Why do you have to look so innocent and be such a vixen at the same time? It was as if your smile isn't enough to make him crazy, but that pretty mouth of yours will only make him frustratingly crushing madly into you.
You could only laugh and start walking to your classroom. Ever since that day, complimenting Gojo Satoru became a tradition. It was a one-sentence remark every time you see him turning to banter and turning to long hours in each other's company and turning to weekend work rendezvous.
It's not that he's lacking praise. Good graces he grew up on those words. Flattery, words of gab, to sarcasm masked in flowery words. At this point in his life, he would be a billionaire if he got a yen on every praise he heard.
But yours are different. Perhaps it's the way you see the bags in his eyes, or simply telling him how pretty he is when he smiles. The way you look at him and find the best in his worst.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Gakuganji is a GEZEERRRRRRRRR!"
You screamed on Tokyo Bay with your hearts out and laugh. Satoru, behind you, smirked and slid his hand into the pockets of his pants. There are not much of people in the bay, others have gone home and others are passing by for some fresh night air. Like the two of you.
"You should shout too, it feels great." You turned around and inhaled as if you just didn't holler like a madman.
"If I shout here, the people in Yokohama will hear me." His lips pursed to the other side of the Bay.
"So what? They don't know us anyway. They'll just think we're two drunk crackheads venting on the world for being such an ass." You sighed and pulled him to the edge of the railing. "Now c'mon! Don't tell me Gojo Satoru is shy to shout. I'll show you how it's down."
You confidently cleared your throat and inhaled a long air then cup your hands on the sides of your mouth.
"I DESERVE 13TH AND 14TH MONTH PAY YOU STINGY OLD MENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Satoru held your hand before you could finish your shout.
"I LOVE YOU Y/N!!!"
"W-what?" You almost choked on your saliva.
"I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE HIGH SCHOOL YOU DENSE DUMMY!" he smirked at your dropping jaws.
"Wait! What are you talking about? Hey!" You pulled back a chuckling Satoru from the railing.
"FOR THE THIRD TIME IN CASE YOU'RE NOT LISTENING I LOVE YOU JUST SO YOU KNOW!!!"
"I already know! Stop that! Satoru!" You gasp. This gotta be one of those pranks he pulls on you from time to time.
"I'm being real here. I do love you, dummy." He faced your befuddled face. You're torn between frowning, laughing, and confusion that you could only contort your face into a strange expression of bewilderment. "Say something."
"W-what do you want me to say?" You stammered.
"I like your hair, I wish I could comb it for you every day until it turns gray and white. Then we'll have the same hair. I like your eyes, the way they smile, and the way they flare in anger. You've never hidden the way you feel. I love running my forefinger on the bridge of your nose, the way your nose scrunched up makes me wanna hug you so tight. The way your cheeks blush, the way your lips smile, the way you pout, the way you cry. The way you run like a cat when you see a cockroach—oww!!
He rubbed the spot you punch.
"What I'm saying is I love you. And I'm serious about this. More serious than lining hours for my purple yam mochi."
"You can't compare me to a Mochi!"
"I love you for seeing the best in me when I'm at the lowest and on the top." This time Satoru sealed it seriously. 
"That's just normal," you huffed, turning your heels and walking away.
He wasn't expecting anything. Satoru sighed as he watch you walk away. He doesn't know if he should punch himself or pat himself. Maybe he should've chosen a better place. His arms instinctually opened and a force collided with him. The sweet scent of jasmine filled his senses.
 "That was normal. Seeing you in the good and bad days." You whispered. Your arms wrap around his neck and rest your chin on his shoulder. "I'm not blind. Not to you at the very least." 
You stand on your toes and cupped Satoru's face. Looking straight into his eyes. You can't stop the pulling smile on your lips. Not when you've dreamed of this time countless nights, wishing he could love you like the way you do.
"I love you too. I was just fine loving you from afar, but stupid me." Your heart ached as you pull his glasses down ad stared into his pretty ocean eyes. "I never thought it would be this comforting to feel you so close, so warm, and knowing you see me too the way I do towards you Satoru."
Tongue-tied. he could only listen. He was really stupid! He should've shouted years ago.
"Satoru! My goodness!" You gasp feeling your feet leave the ground and sensed the gust of wind swirl around you—or this time it was you who went round and round until Satoru pulled you to his chest, laughing at his foolishness all those years and finally getting you. "You're crazy!" You yelped, feeling your legs dangle over the ground, afraid of falling you wrap them around his waist and hang on him like a koala.
"I love you." He breathes.
"I know." 
Satoru pouted at your answer.
You cupped his face, leaning forward for a feather-light kiss over his supple lips. It was so soft that it felt just like a sweet cotton candy that melts away in a touch. A greedy lip chased after you before you could withdraw and kissed you passionately, sweetly, adoringly.
"If there were people out here, I'd never do that." You rested your forehead on his and inhaled dear oxygen.
"Doing what? Screaming?" Satoru grinned.
"Kissing." You huffed. Realizing that your legs are still wrapped around his waist, you detangled yourself from Satoru's body, embarrassment finally sinking into you. "Let me down."
"No way~"
"Satoru!"
"You know they say, 'love is a heavy burden'?" Satoru grunted and heaved your ass up his hips. "Well, you are heavy. But let's go back like this 'kay?"
"Let me down! I don't love you anymore."
"And she flushed our 15 minutes relationship down the drain." Satoru dramatically sighed and walk on the pavement of the bay back to the direction of the hotel. "Poor old bachelor like me, getting dumped so heartlessly." The drama queen in him shedding crocodile tears.
"If you have no shame, well I have, get me down, you oaf!"
"I LOVE YOU Y/NNNNNNNHMPPHHHH!" You're so cute like this. Satoru laughed as you covered his mouth with your palms, glaring at him threateningly while your cheeks blushing rose dust.
"Shut up! Ain't working on me."
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—GreyCaelum,
PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME
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scaryspears · 2 years
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One-sided Homelander x Alien reader
So this was based on a story written by @operation-619, while it was cool to read I was a little disappointed. Not at the story itself but kind of at the character/reader that she wrote out. This isn't to say what she wrote was terrible but... I honestly wanted more of something. I suggest you read that story though, it's Homelander x reader if my memory is correct. It is a recent post if my memory is correct so it shouldn't be hard to find. To be fair, my story isn't so good I just wanted a chaotic reader I guess.
If anyone's wondering I took inspiration from JJBA, HxH, and Invincible. Apologies about the lack of dialogue and the amount of description and expedition. It was just things I was looking forward to seeing in the story. No, the reader doesn't have the same powers as Homelander... well she can't fly, I thought the scenario of reader having the exact same powers would be boring.
I was thinking of a black reader but then I wondered about readers who aren't black and just put foreign reader.
When you came down to Earth you weren't really sure what to expect other than the stories that were given by your elders, passed down to generations whether you were a student, a neighbour, or a family member. The humans were not animals so you couldn't contemplate eating anyone.
It was easy to adapt, quickly learning languages just by hearing a few sentences, growing accustomed to the environment. You received strange looks, specifically being stared at every 5 minutes. (Think 80s Chisato Moritaka).
The technology was different, used in a way that you weren't familiar with. The clothes were kind of similar, but the materials were easy to tear apart so you stuck to your own clothes. Your spaceship was surprisingly hard to hide, it was easy to access since you accidentally disabled the lock. You didn't ask your parents for help out of fear of them giving you an earful about being irresponsible.
Everyone you came across was like an ant, the supes were spiders. The funny thing about ants is that you have to scrape them to kill them properly, many underestimate how strong they are. Simply stepping on them isn't enough, and yet you find yourself saving them. So often that you were being recorded, the kids that lived near flung to you, asking all sorts of questions. Taking pictures where you flexed your muscles at the camera. While they were not sure whether or not they should take you seriously whenever you spoke about your planet and wore your strange clothes, it felt good to be around these humans.
On your planet you are a mere child with centuries to learn. Having a desire to impress your parents, entering competitions to show how capable you are. But you were young and very easy to take down, so you spend most of your teenage-hood exploring different planets.
Everyone on your planet has the same trait: Speed, strength, and then one ability that defines you from everyone else. For you it was your hair, it seemed to have a mind of its own at times. It would be short one second and then overwhelmingly long the next. If you braided it then it would become snake-like. Your hair was strong enough to break buildings and there were a lot of occasions where you used it to fly. You mastered the art of learning how to detangle each strand so you never worried about getting them stuck.
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You and your people were powerful, and still found the need to improve themselves, however. Testing each other's might, and fighting was simply a game. Evil was rare, an action that happened but wasn't so recent. Bruises weren't new and they would go away before you knew it. But it wasn't the same for these humans.
There was so much otherness. The bad kind. Robberies, murders and the like, it was almost vomit worthy but you stayed. Curious to see what else you would find on this problematic planet.
That's when Vought approached you, introducing you to the 7. They told you how "superheroes should stick together", and how "you will fit so well here". Your costume, while perplexing to some was everything to you. You remembered when you were at the fitting and threw a tantrum at the bikini the costume department prepared for you. If your mother ever caught wind of you in such a thing you wouldn't be allowed to travel to any planet ever again, so you stuck to your battle suit. (minus the jewellery)
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Since then you were given the name Mighty Ase (pronounced ah-she), an old Norse name meaning 'god-like' or 'goddess'. Everyone knew your real name thanks to the teenagers that took pictures with you so you didn't understand the whole alias thing. Why were the 7 ashamed of letting people know who they were yet were okay with everyone knowing their face? Again, another Earth concept you didn't understand but would in time.
Overall, you completed tasks to save people, stop crime and protect the good side of humanity. You would visit children, be a mascot at charities, and you never had a problem with anyone. Everyone was happy. It was exciting... sort of.
A-Train: Fast but you knew your sister was much faster. Speed was nothing new and you genuinely wondered why that was anything special. The way he handled people reminded you of that time you accidentally killed a poor dog while petting it, the difference is that he wasn't so caring.
Starlight: Good as she is beautiful. Her presence was mostly honest and you couldn't help but admire her kindness and passion to do the right things. You didn't sense anything off about her, when she was upset then you were upset, knowing it was for the right reasons. She only told you why sometimes but whatever battle she was fighting wasn't for you to get involved in. You were still new and she didn't want to scare you or put you on edge just yet.
Queen Maeve: Older women in general set you on edge so you avoided talking to her. She was alright, but if you were bullet proof then so was everyone on your planet. She also gave you off vibes.
Deep Sea: Could he really talk to fish? You had the appetite for jellyfish and wondered if he could snag you some but he would never be up for it. It was safe to say that he didn't like you.
Black Noir: Quiet. Boring. You've seen children with better stealth.
Stormfront: You sensed dislike. A strong dislike that was almost unimaginable. Hate? Is that what that is? But why? You didn't do anything to her, but it was safe to say the feeling was mutual. If things got worse you could always consider eating her and being done with it. Besides that, a little lightning never hurt. You recall being struck a few times in your younger days, your father's training.
Homelander: In human years he was old enough to be your father's age. While his laser beams were impressive he used it too often, and even you knew such laziness was not to be tolerated. You remembered when the school bully lasered your arm, it took 2 months to heal. After 10 decades they weren't as effective and you grew strong enough to catch those lasers. How bothersome to be reminded of her of all people. When you met Homelander there may have been two things you did wrong. Since he was a supe you believed you didn't have to hold back when you both shook hands, you greeted him as you would anyone else. There was something wrong with this, yet he was super nice to you, and you guessed that it had to do with the fact that he must've known you were a teenager. Babying you and offering to take you to places, which you did enjoy most of the time but also dismissed to do other things. You sensed tension between him and Starlight though, so you kept your distance.
Homelander would find any way to grow close to you. To impress you. You pretended not to mind him but the way he handled things is similar to that of a sloppy child that tried to assure everyone that it knew what it was doing. The way he held himself was like an actor playing a character for the screen. Even his smile was strange. Perhaps you were so used to honesty that you couldn't calculate if someone was lying.
Not to slander them but there was something wrong that you weren't getting. Things were not adding up, and finally you went on the internet. You decided to use the primitive phones to do something other than calling for once. Once you gathered everything you confronted Starlight, that's when she told you everything.
You were oblivious. Vought took extra precautions to make sure you didn't discover the facade. You didn't watch the news and it was clear that they used that to their advantage. You were a great asset, if anything potentially happened to Homelander then you would replace him. You were great with people, were nice to the employees, and you never bothered anyone or made things hard.
Except you did.
You knelt down to the body of Stormfront, your fellow 7. Formerly. You licked the blood off your bloody hands and spat it out, taking a careful inspection at your sharp nails that grew from the bloodlust. From your peripheral vision you could make out Kimiko approaching you hesitantly.
You ignored her, your hair poking at the body. You strangely didn't feel sad, you were glad. You felt justice- no, it felt like a justifiable thing to do. This is how it's done on your home planet. Take the trouble maker, then exterminate.
"Sorry for intruding. Kimiko, was it?" you said, standing up straight and holding your hand out to her. "I heard you were a friend of Annie, I was wondering if I could help. Don't worry about the damage, my people will have it sorted out."
You'll also sort out Vought.
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leighsartworks216 · 2 years
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Just A Child
Darkiplier x teenage!gn!reader (PLATONIC)
Requested by 🖌 Anon:
“Bro (/gn), Would you be willing to write something about this idea? So, in the Markiplier universe- under the assumption that Actor has been Mark in each project- he kinda drags Viewer (Ima call them V) along with him, right? So, imagine if instead V was actually just a nervous teen. (Obviously the people in each universe would just be complimenting V, not flirting) So, they're sticking with Mark since they don't really have anyone else to rely on or anything. But what if they don't really like Mark, and see Dark as a more stable... well... everything. An you know how Dark seems kinda hooked on getting V "out of Mark's grasp" basically? So, what if V takes him up on that, and Dark DOES manage to get V away from Mark, and like, takes them back to the Ego mansion or smth and kinda just helps them adjust and interact with everyone and more-or-less becomes their caretaker/guardian? If not, that's fine! Either way, have a great day/night/etc. :)”
I highkey had a hard time writing this one and I'm not, like, 100% happy with it but idk maybe it's just bc I've been working on it for a while lol
Warnings: Actor is a creep in this (mostly implied), hurt/comfort-ish?
Word Count: 1563
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  You fidgeted as you walked through the theater again. The incessant “Bonjour”s were giving you a headache at this point. And the most you’d had to eat was a sandwich. Though, it was a while ago since that happened…
“The romance?... Or the horror?”
The last time you came through here, you’d “watched” the romance. It was… something.
You pointed at the horror door.
“Good idea! I’ve actually never seen this play before. I don’t even know who made it, so…” Mark shrugged, smiling that fake, plastered-on grin as always. “Could be a fun adventure.”
“Good luck!” One of the waiters… employees… One of the men that seemed to work everywhere you went stared dead at Mark. It was the first time you saw him so serious.
Mark also seemed unsettled. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He did a little salute as he said, “Bonjour!” to the employee.
As you followed Mark to your seats (him going on a one-sided dialogue about how he was a “patron of the arts” and so on), you couldn’t help but feel… unsettled. You looked around. Nothing was out of place since the last time you came through here. And yet, a chill still ran up your spine as you sat in the front row seat, directly in front of the lone table on stage.
“You want some popcorn?” It was futile to reach for a piece, but you tried anyway, before the carton of kernels was pulled away. “OH! It’s starting!”
Was it?
When you turned back to Mark to ask him just that, you found his chair empty. The cold feeling of dread covered your shoulders like a blanket. Your gaze found itself once again fixated on the table on the stage. Creaking sounded from every corner of the room. A high pitched whine rang out, coming from within you just as much as it was coming from around you. The room began to distort. Change. Shift.
And then it was dark.
“You’re… different.”
You would have screamed, but you couldn’t feel yourself anymore. It felt like your body had been swept away, like all that was left in this void was your conscience. Instead, you stared.
The man before you looked like Mark. But he felt… wrong. Looking at him gave you a headache. His skin was pale, lacking any color at all. In fact, the only color you could see anymore were glitches of red and blue that clung to his suit and formed distorted versions of the man standing behind himself.
The man tilted his head. His neck cracked sickeningly. “So,” he mused, though his voice lacked any mirth, “he’s dragging along helpless teenagers now… How pitiful.”
Who are you? echoed around in your mind. He didn’t answer your question, if he even heard it at all.
“I know this must seem confusing, like a bad dream you can’t wake up from… But believe me when I tell you that it is all his doing.”
In a blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting at the table from the restaurant. The only difference, aside from the nothingness that surrounded you, was the man in Mark’s place. He had his fingers interlaced, hands resting on the edge of the table.
“Endless choices, all leading you back here.”
A voice whispered from the darkness. Trapped. A moment later, the man was saying the same thing.
“You’re trapped in his little game.”
Your voice came as little more than a whisper. It faded into the darkness surrounding you.
“How do you get out?” He tilted his head at you. Curious, studying. As if he didn’t expect you to ask such an odd question. “I can help you.”
In another flash, you were back outside. You weren’t sure where, but it felt less suffocating than the endlessness from before.
“Enough of the choices. Enough of this endless cycle of meaningless.” He straightened up, brushing his hair back from his face before holding out his hand. “I can get you out of here. You just need to let me i-”
-
“Oops.” The world was dark again. You didn’t look up from your chocolate ice cream. “Looks like you made the wrong choice.”
“I-I shot someone.”
Even after all of this fake Mark’s reassurances that it would be okay, your hands were still shaking. The heavy weight of the gun still sat in your palms. But every time you looked, it wasn’t there.
The man, entity, whatever he was, watched as you picked up your spoon. It trembled and shook in your grasp. He worried for a brief moment that you would drop it before it even reached the bowl.
“I’m sorry.”
You looked up. The blue and red that surrounded him seemed dimmer than earlier, softer. You couldn’t hear the ringing that pressed against your skull. He thought you looked like an infant - too young and small to be dragged into Mark’s mess.
“What I promised you still stands.” He reached his hand across once more. His hand was ice cold as it grabbed yours, stilling your tremors. “I can get you out of here.”
You should have been terrified. First Mark, with his uncomfortable flirting, as if this was all just some role that needed to be played. Then the endless loops. And now…
“Wh-What.” You cleared your throat, trying to steel the dread in your soul. “What’s your name?”
He tilted his head, brow furrowing. He seemed to ponder this for a moment.
“Do you have a name…?”
“I used to,” he admitted. A flash of… something in his eyes. “I suppose, for simplicity’s sake, you may call me Dark.”
You whispered his name with a mixture of awe and curiosity. “M-My name is-” The world fell away before your eyes.
You blinked up at the building before you. A… museum? Paintings hung on walls peeked out of the large glass windows. You could just barely see a sculpture inside. You looked down at your clothes and found you were wearing all black. A grapple gun rested on your hip.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Turning on a dime, you were face to face once again with Mark. His lips curled into a cheshire grin. There was too much knowing in his eyes.
“You’re not backing out now, are ya?”
-
Your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your pocket with trembling fingers.
Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?
You didn’t recognize any of the portraits on the walls. All of them had their eyes crossed out. And it felt like they were… whispering to you. The only one that looked even remotely familiar sat at the end of the hallway. It looked like-
“Same snake, different skin.”
You wheeled around, heart racing in your chest. Dark stood there, hands behind his back, in a white suit this time. He looked just as malcontented with your presence in this “game” as he had the last time you saw him.
“Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.” He sighed, tilting his head. He seemed almost like a disappointed parent, scolding you for staying out too late. “I always thought that you were trapped in his games. Perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost.”
You looked over your shoulder at the last portrait. The paint had flaked away and fallen off, but you remember the smiling face that was there before. The disgusting, plastered-on smile that was always there. “Was that Mark?”
The entity hummed. In a flash of red and blue, he was standing in front of the painting, scowling at the gilded frame. “He is behind all of this. Pulling the strings like a puppeteer controlling a marionette.” His gaze flicked over his shoulder. You swallowed at the implication.
“Last time…” Your brow furrowed. How long ago had that been? How long ago was it that you sat at the ice cream parlor, being comforted after shooting Mark? You swallowed, and pushed back the thought. Dark’s face softened, as if he knew what had crossed your mind. “Last time you said you could get me out of here.”
He turned his body to face you. Haloed by the light above the picture, he nodded. “I can.”
Unbidden, tears welled in your eyes. “Please.” You bit your lip, fighting the shake in your voice. “Please get me out of here.”
He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of you. His face was somber, gentle. He seemed to look you over for a minute. Perhaps he was seeing what you’d gone through - the prison, the forest, the pirate ship, the cave. Every now and again, an image of himself would turn to the side and scream.
You swallowed hard. Would he turn you away now? He so openly gave you his hand before, offered a way out. Would he abandon you in this loop now? A warm tear fell down your cheek.
“Please.”
Cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest. A hand carefully cupped the back of your head. “I will get you out.” He held you as you clung to him and cried into his suit. He could only hope they were tears of joy and relief, and not for the choices you’d been forced to make. You were just a child, after all. And he would make sure Mark knew, too, when his time came.
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kiwisandpearls · 1 year
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Macaque x Teen! Reader
Summary: Just a bunch of (platonic) headcannons of Macaque and a (gender-neutral) teenage reader. Warnings: None I can think of other than spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid’s seasons 1-3. Not only that but this is the first fanfic (??) I’ve ever written on tumblr so don’t expect high quality stuff lol. Oh and one last thing Macaque might act a little out of character here.
THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD.
How you and Macaque met
•It should be prefaced that you were friends with the main gang (Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, Mei, and Mk) before you met Macaque.
•Unfortunately, unlike them you didn’t have any sort of powers
•You first met Macaque during the episode also named “Macaque” in season 1. You managed to cling to Mk’s back while he (struggled to) climb up to where Macaque was
•The first time you saw him you were instantly suspicious of him.
•You didn’t know why…he just seemed untrustworthy to you.
•While Mk was training with Macaque you tried to warn him about your suspicions about Macaque, but he brushed you off, a little more nicer than how he acted towards Monkey King, but still brushed you off.
•He did apologize to you for ignoring your suspicions after the events of the episode tho.
•After the events of said episode, Macaque weirdly grew a bit of a liking to you.
•He liked the fact that you didn’t immediately trust the guy (monkey???) and were going to make that 101% clear to him.
•Sometimes after your school day, he’d just pop out of shadows
•Most of the time just to tease, obviously not too much, but just a tiny bit lol.
Season 2
•Remember in (correct me if I’m wrong) the Spider Queen special when the Lady Bone Demon possessed the girl as to have a body?
•Yeah well in this scenario, things go a little differently…
•The Lady Bone Demon still does possess the girl, but when she realizes how important you are to the main gang (including the Monkey King), and Macaque’s slowly growing affection to you, she realized how useful you could be to her fulfillment of destiny.
•So, using the girl’s body, she tricked you into thinking she a was an innocent girl asking for a favor
•And the moment you two were alone, she used that opportunity to switch from the girl’s body to your body
•Basically, not only did you become a vessel for the Lady Bone Demon, but you also technically became a hostage.
•After the Lady Bone Demon possessed you, the main gang and the Monkey King and Macaque did not get any contact with you. Every time Mei or Mk tried calling you it went straight to voice mail.
•They were a little worried but they just thought that maybe you were super busy with school, so they left you alone for a bit.
•It should be mentioned that you weren’t possessed until after Mk’s first encounter with the Lady Bone Demon. 
•Which obviously caused him to become very confused and scared as to why technically you were talking in the same way the Lady Bone Demon was. And how you suddenly got all these powers.
Season 3
•When Macaque first encountered you being possessed by the Lady Bone Demon, he was…scared.
•More scared he wanted to admit.
•Sure, you and your friends were still a bit of a thorn is his side, but you in particular were a thorn in his side he could tolerate and actually kinda liked.
•The Lady Bone Demon then struck a deal with Macaque.
•She told him that she wouldn’t kill him again and that she’d give you back to him safe and sound as long as he brought Mk and Monkey King to her
•Look, Macaque liked Mk, he thought he was a nice kid. But he did not want to lose you nor did he want to die again.
•Because you were the one who was the vessel for the Lady Bone Demon, that caused him to blame the main gang (mostly Monkey King) for letting this happen to you.
•He said stuff such as, “Had you kept a closer eye on them none of this would be happening” and “Why didn’t you guys check on them to make sure they were ok?”
•And while he obviously still blamed the main gang for what happened he also blamed himself a bit for the same reasons.
•This leads to end of Season 3, when the Lady Bone Demon is about to be defeated. In her last ditch effort to fulfill destiny, she stops possessing your body and essentially through it to the side.
•Fortunately, Macaque’s able to catch you in his arms before you hit the ground, and keeps you securely in his arms until he gently lays you down before the last battle.
•As you went ahead and gobbled up Pigsy’s noodles after the defeat of the Lady Bone Demon, Macaque wasn’t sitting too far away, keeping a close eye on you.
•To you, the possession of your body just felt like a nap, to Macaque it felt like an intense journey of keeping the Lady Bone Demon pleased all the while trying to figure out how he’d get you back.
•After the whole ordeal, you looked over to him and quietly thanked him for saving you, telling him that maybe you were wrong about him.
•To which he just gave a light chuckle, ruffled the hair on your head, and said, “No problem, kid.” before disappearing into the shadows.
OK LOL. I made this all in one night (or day maybe??? Idk depends on how you look at it I wrote this all at like 5 am.) again, this is my first fanfic on tumblr so please don’t act like it’s the best thing ever. Even then my 100 fanfic probably won’t be any better than this. Just writing these stuffs for fun, so don’t expect high quality stuff, ‘kay?
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whereiivygrows · 4 months
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YOU CANT EXPECT ME TO ACT SANE AFTER THIS.
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chiscribbs · 6 months
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I had an idea for a one-off Rise episode plot and just wanted to quickly sketch up some visuals for it.
The plot goes as follows: Donnie attempts to invent a cloning machine and, due to some kind of science-y mishap, ends up cloning himself...a lot. But there's a catch to this - the clones aren't exact copies of Donnie, they each possess just ONE of the various facets of his personality (i.e. brainy, broody, sarcastic, passionate, dramatic, mischievous, etc.) and a small portion of his mystic powers. Don tries his darnedest to keep the whole situation under wraps while he searches for a way to fix it, but some of the more rambunctious Donnies quickly escape and begin stirring up trouble in the Lair, so it doesn't stay a secret for very long. To make matters worse - the real Donnie starts to slowly disappear (something having to do with his existence being divided among the Donnies or blahblahblah fake science explanation). So, while he and the scientist Donnies continue to look for a way to reverse the cloning effect, his brothers and Co. set to work gathering up all the other Donnies so they can put them back where they belong and keep Donnie Prime™ from vanishing.
Hilarity, wholesomeness (and some mild angst) ensues.
(Note: I meant to include April in that second-to-last image, but ran out of room. Just know that she, Splinter, and probably Casey Jr. are all there, as well.)
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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months
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Maybe a Hobie x reader where Miguel and the reader have a close relationship (like Miguel see the reader as his daughter) And Hobie and reader are dating and nobody know. But then Miguel figured out in some way.
Hope it’s okay !!
I love thisss
Miguel is readers actual father cuz I don’t see him getting rlly close w someone like a daughter unless it’s his actual daughter, you can be adopted or biological
𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬...
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You laughed as hobie practically dragged you to his room.
He let go of your hand when he got in his room “Hello, sweetheart.” He said, picking up his guitar as you sat down on his bed. He plugged in his amp, and fixed some settings.
“Oh so you love your guitar more than me now?” You said, feigning offense.
“That’s not very fair, innit? Can’t love you both equally now?”
You laughed and rolled your eyes as he smiled and started strumming his guitar. He tuned it and then he started playing.
You smiled at how excited he got when he played, he had a huge grin on his face, he glanced at you sometimes too, even singing to you.
After an hour of that, you both laid down in the bed, talking and just looking at each other.
“It’s late, we should probably get you back to HQ, yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re right.” You mumbled, you both stood up, and you gave him one last kiss before leaving through the portal you opened
Miguel was waiting in your room, you screamed for a second and he just stood there.
“Jesus Christ! Dad!”
“Care to explain?” He said, holding up a photo booth picture of you and Hobie. You both laughed, hobie flashed the middle finger, and in the last one kissed.
“Why are you snooping in my room?!” You grabbed the photo.
“Well I came to clean it, then I saw that, and then I saw that!” He pointed to the jacket that was hung in your closet, a jacket that was obviously his.
“Dad…”
“Are you and hobie dating?” He asked, feeling like he knew the answer.
“Yea.”
“How long?”
“… like a … few months.”
“How much is a few?”
“Like… 5.”
“5 months?!”
“5 months.”
He sighed and rubbed his temple “Hobie- out of everyone- Hobie? The biggest pain in my ass?”
“Yea.. yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you..”
He sighed again. “It’s just kissing.. right?”
“Dad!”
“Oh my god are you guys-!”
“No! Dad!” You covered your face, embarrassed.
“Good. I’ll beat his ass.” He mumbled.
“Goodnight dad.” You said as he left.
“Goodnight… you leave the door open.”
“Why?!”
“Because.” He narrowed his eyes.
You groaned “Fine.”
He left the hallway, and Hobie opened a portal at the right time.
“Just thought I’d stay here for tonight. That cool?” He said, hands in his jacket pockets.
You jumped, startled.
“Shhshshsh.” You said, covering his mouth.
“I swear to god, if that’s who I think it is!” Miguel yelled.
You winced and told him to go in the closet as your dads footsteps boomed down the hall.
He looked around, saw you on the bed.
“Hey… dad. What’s up?”
“Hey Miguel.” Hobie said from the closet. You groaned.
“Can he stay dad please?”
“Ay dios mío. Just keep the door open.” He grumbled, staring at hobie as he left.
“Teenagers…”
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the-broken-truth · 2 years
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Heyy! What's up so I kinda wanted to request a platonic yandere batfamily with a younger reader who is a young hero who doesn't know how to control their power so their kinda reckless but mean good , also they like to make the family things as a thanks maybe baked goods, clothes and such! Thanks!
[Name] wanted to be a hero more than anything in the world but their parents always told them that they were too reckless to be a hero and would cause more harm than good. [Name] believed them until a blessing came in the form of superpowers, and their dreams came true; they would be able to be a hero and save all the people in Gotham, just like the Batfamily did.
[Name] was skilled in creating clothes - due to the fact their mother was a seamstress - and made their own costume before going to a lonely part of the forest and training their powers so that they wouldn't be a danger to the other people but having powers wasn't easy and training alone wasn't fun.
One day, there was a bank robbery, and [Name] was on the scene with the name [Hero Name] and a mask; the villains laughed when they first saw [Name] but that laughter died out when [Name] lashed out their powers against them and the fight got real. [Name] blasted the villains with their powers but missed one and almost hit a civilian. Still, the person was saved by a blur of black as the Batfamily arrived on the scene and arrested all the villains that [Name] had taken down before the Big Bat himself walked over to the excited teenager with a glare on his face. [Name]: Batman! It's such an honor to meet you! I was hoping that... Batman: What were you thinking? [Name]: Huh? Batman: You almost hit a citizen, you could have hurt them or killed them because you weren't focused and were acting recklessly. [Name] (Looks at the ground): I... I'm sorry. I was just trying to help. Batman: If you want to help and save people, then you need to get better control over your powers. [Name]: That's what I wanted to talk to you about - I want to be a hero and I know that I was a little reckless but I want to do better. I want to BE better, I just need someone to train me and help me get better control of my powers. Please, help me. Batman (Father-Instincts Activating): Alright. I'll train you but you need to do what I say when I say, and how I say, no other way around it. understand? [Name}: Yes, sir! Batman: Good. Follow me.
Batman turned on his heel and began walking over to Robin and Nightwing with [Name] following behind him in silence. The 3 of them shared a look and all 4 of them walked to the Batmobile and drove to the Batcave.
[Name] looked around with a wild smile on their faces, the famous Batcave - they were standing in the Batcave. [Name] looked behind them and their eyes widened at the faces before them: Batman was no other than Bruce Wayne - the richest man in Gotham in [Name's] eyes. Robin was Damian - a classmate at the boarding school that [Name] attended. And Nightwing was some guy they didn't know but he must have been important to be a member of the Batfamily. Bruce: [Name], you're going to stay with us from now on. At least until we get your powers under wraps. [Name]: All the time? What about my house? My Parents? I can't just stay here all the time. Damian: You heard what father said, [Name], you're staying here until you master your powers so just accept it. You're not going anywhere.
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shroomaz · 3 months
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The Disaster Twins!🟣🔵
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I thought this would be a funny thing to draw- turns out it gives me life seeing this brotherly cool colored pair have fun✨✨✨
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notjustdragonspages · 4 months
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Pov: Work turtle checking you out ❤️
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ju1cyfru1t · 4 months
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rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)
Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)
fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing
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Donnie
- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, “ah! ow! what in the name of-“ then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all he’s done for you?
- don’t play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way
- he is ALWAYS on his guard
- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. you’re giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingies…heaven forbid you bite those too….
- “Do. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.” “…”
- ^— “DO NOT. This is your last warning.”
- “Yes, Y/N. You’re very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.”
- “Sigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.”
- “AH! Don’t bite me while I’m working, please…Don’t bite me ever!”
- “If you want to ‘show affection,’ you could just…I don’t know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.”
- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL
Raph
- The first time you bite him, “AHH!” he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you
- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say 😭
- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean you’d really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.
- “Careful. Ya don’t wanna bite my spikes.”
- it’s definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn’t mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as it’s just you trying to show him love
- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection
- would never bite you back tho
- however, I don’t suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin 🤺 and would feel absolutely horrible abt it
Mikey
- the first time you bite him he’s offended. you’re gonna bite HIM? 🤨 yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like ‘😟’ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him you’re just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much
- he’s perfectly ok with it then as long as you don’t bite him too hard
- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when he’s clinging onto you all the time
- always giggles and squirms when you bite him
- returns your bites with kisses all over your face
Leo
- the fucking most dramatic ever
- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him
- “OWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYAL” while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didn’t leave any sort of mark whatsoever.
- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love
- now every time you do it he thinks you’re trying to flirt with him 🤞😔 and I mean I guess he’s sort of-ish right
- honestly he doesn’t really care but definitely teases you about it /ns
- “yeah? do I taste good, Y/N?” /ns!!
- “ow! ok, ok! not too hard!” while giggling
- “mhm…now kiss it better.” makes you kiss where you bit him every time.
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now I know I ain’t the only one who bites like that 🤨
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bfbkg · 8 months
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Oooo for you bkg x teenage fan yn you can maybe have them talk like on a podcast or something about how crazy it is that they ended up together.
“Who knew we would actually get married when we took that photo?”
“It’s fate”
PODCAST WITH BKG N YN!
— bakugou x teenage fan yn
cw: sfw, mostly dialogue, established relationship, podcast!, under my interview masterlist.
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“someone asked how did we meet? we’ve answered this question so many fuckin’ times.”
“it’s romantic! a hero fell in love with a fan! it’s a fan’s dream!”
“you were not a fan when we started speaking.”
“you don’t even remember the first word i said to you… or remember our first meeting!”
“babe! that makes me sound like a dick. our first first meeting i met like a thousand fuckin’ people. i remember our first meeting in the bar.”
you sniff, pretending to be offended. you cross your arms across your chest, leaning towards the mic, “he’s now playing footsie under the table with me to get me to look at him.”
bakugou huffs a chuckle down the mic, deep and grumbling. “do you wanna tell them how we met or should i?”
“i will, since i remember more of it—,” “babe,”
“so when i was sixteen i was a big hero fan, especially the new explosive hero dynamight.”
“that’s me. love of her life before i even met her.”
“you’re so annoying.”
“hah. love you. finish the story for them.”
bakugou leans back in his seat nonchalantly, away from the microphone. he crosses his arms across his chest with a stupid grin.
you adjust your headphones on your head, rolling your eyes, “anyways, long story short, i went to one of his first fanmeets. waited an hour and a half in a line to see his grumpy face. both of us young at sixteen and he barely looked at me and i was so excited.”
bakugou leans into the mic, “the picture we took is awful. you look cute though.”
you laugh, “yeah! i was smiling with chubby cheeks, bad hair and braces. he was doing the usual frown like he didn’t wanna be there. i thought he was adorable looking back.”
bakugou gasps, “hah? you don’t think i do now?”
“now you just look grumpy in that picture!”
“i had a long day and i was new to the lifestyle! can’t blame me.”
“i had a long day waiting hours in a line!”
you point a finger at him and he smiles at you, “then we met again when i found her on instagram a couple years ago on my explore page. i never use the app but i did that day and liked all her pics. fuckin’ pretty.”
you shy away from his compliment, “we had mutual friends though one of his missions. i have a friend in hero finance from uni so that’s how i probably came up.”
“and fate.”
“the algorithm, katsuki.”
“whatever. she posted me liking her photos on her story with some rude ass caption about if she was a kid she’s be screamin’ or some shit. then we ended up meeting in person through mutuals.”
“i wasn’t being rude! i was genuinely saying if i was sixteen again i would have went crazy.”
“i would have liked your pictures at sixteen too.”
you raise a brow, “really?”
“of course,” he leans forward on the table you share, locking eyes from you, “in that picture from the meet and greet we look meant to be. fate babe.”
you’re kinda convinced, kinda. “and now we’re engaged.”
“that we are.”
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