#you know what it’s too late for this shit I’m going back to animal crossing

[thestormypetrelofcrime]

while i do appreciate the tiktok/reddit/twitter immigration jokes to a point it is mildly concerning when it starts to resemble real world anti-immigration rhetoric

[itneverendshere]

school spirit and all! - soccer!frat!rafe cameron blurb (+18)

warnings: smart!reader (doesn't take shit) x bimbo!rafe <3; pope being an absolute menace; mentions of sex but no actual p in v okay; this shit is football and y'all can argue with a wall <3 IT PAINS ME TO WRITE SOCCER Y'ALL BETTER APPRECIATE IT !!!

ps: this is just for fun cause someone asked me to post it (it was just a draft😬)

you’ve never been one for academic sports spirit.

what’s the point? okay, your school has incredible athletes, that’s good, but why the fuck would you kiss and praise the ground they walk on? you’re a fantastic student and no one gives a shit. why do they get all the glory while brainiacs get zilch?

the double standards piss you off. somehow academics always take the backseat to sports. maybe that explained your dislike towards jocks like rafe cameron.

up until sophomore year, you’d only heard about him, saw him occasionally around school. it was understandable why people talked about him so often. he looked like he’d just been ripped off a page of an abercrombie and fitch catalog, and apparently – you’d never attended a game to check – he was the best player on the team, playing forward. but, unlike many, you didn’t form an opinion about him until you met him.

the verdict? total pain in your fucking ass.

ever since you two were paired in a class project together, an annual class at that, he suddenly took an interest in you, like you were some sort of exotic animal he’d never encountered in his life, only because you wouldn’t flirt with him.

outrageous, never done before.

for the first four months, it was just him laying on the cheesy pickup lines and you rolling your eyes so hard you thought they'd pop out of your head. eventually, rafe dialed it down and you were able to be civil, perhaps friends. if you could call it that.

wich is why, as his friend, you’re starting to lose your fucking patience. the season was not going well for his team. at all. there’s little to no chance they’re going to be able to win the championship.

not that you care, but apparently the whole school does. everyone seems to be on the verge of a meltdown.

“i swear to god if they lose to standford next week–“

“pope, will you kindly shut the fuck up? it’s just soccer.”

“just soccer?”

you let out an exasperated sigh, glancing over at pope who looks at you like you’ve just shot someone, “can we study? peacefully?”

"it’s not just soccer! it's about school spirit, camaraderie, y’know?"

you raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. "camaraderie? please. more like a bunch of testosterone-fueled egos chasing after a ball," you retort, disdain evident in your tone.

“you don't know what you're talking about. and i'm being dead serious, cameron’s been on edge lately. never seen him like this."

you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms. "yeah, well, losing does that to people. don't why you're complaining soooo much" you sigh, "i’m the one who has to put up with all the brooding and pouting.”

pope’s quiet. too quiet. you can picture the gears turning in his brain as he blankly stares at you. nothing good ever comes out of that.

“what?” you press, wondering if you have to break the school spirit out of him.

“you should fuck him. after or before, don't care. but you should."

you recoil, nearly tumbling out of your chair at pope's suggestion.

your eyes widen in disbelief, your mind struggling to process what he just said. for a moment, the room spins around you, and you feel like you’ve been thrust into some surreal alternate universe.

“what?! pope?" you finally manage to sputter, acting like you're about to go into cardiac arrest, "the fuck's wrong with you?"

“don’t look at me like that,” he merely shrugs, “that man is depressed. he needs to get laid if he’s going to win something.“

you hardly think a guy like rafe is not getting laid every other day, but that’s irrelevant. your jaw drops, stunned by his audacity. "are you kidding me? you don’t even like him!”

“but i like winning!” he whines, all but pushing his books aside to place in his elbows on the table, “and he’s so obsessed with you it hurts watching. he’s like one of those little crusty white dogs always running after you.”

you shake your head in disbelief, "he does it to be funny, okay? he’s not actually interested.. t's just a joke”

your best friend only laughs, a raucous, almost maniacal sound that echoes through the room. he clutches his stomach, "just joking?" pope gasps out, his laughter still bubbling to the surface. "oh man. you're hilarious, honestly, wow."

you stare at him, lips set in a straight line, feeling like you missed the entire joke. "what's so funny?"

pope wipes away a fake tear, trying to compose himself. "he almost ripped a new one to jj after he pulled that stunt last semester.”

your eyebrows knit together in skepticism. “and? i still don’t follow.”

rafe and jj couldn’t stand each other. both are incredible athletes and everyone always gushes about how great they are together on the field. outside, however? not so much. they don't mix. ever.

“and?! why do you think jj randomly talked about you in the locker room?”

“because he’s a horny creep and got a kink for fist fights with undressed men?”

you love jj. really, you do. but sometimes he’d win a lot more if he just kept his mouth shut or thought before speaking. you've lost count of how many times that boy has been suspended.

pope leans in, his tone low and conspiratorial, “cameron practically threatened to rearrange jj's face if he ever mentioned you again.”

you narrow your eyes, “nop. you’re making that up.”

pope shakes his head, a grin playing on his lips. "nah, i'm dead serious.”

your mind races, trying to piece it all together. while your brain always clicks instantly in class, feelings...emotions are a little more complicated to grasp sometimes.

"wait, so you're saying he actually cares about me?"

he nods, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "yep.”

“seriously?”

pope chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "head over heels. you’re our school’s only hope.”

your brain's on overdrive trying to process pope's bombshell revelation. rafe cameron, the big-shot jock, actually giving a fuck about you? it's like some twisted plot line from a teen drama. you didn’t see this one coming. but then again, you hardly pay attention to anything outside academics.

“so what? ’m supposed to fuck the mediocrity out of him?”

he grins, clapping you on the shoulder, “there’s that school spirit!”

you slap his hand away, “oh fuck off. ‘m being serious.”

he’s still grinning like he just cracked the code to life. "come on, hear me out. it's like a strategic move, y’ know? boost his morale, boost the team's performance. win-win."

you roll your eyes, not buying into his scheme. "yeah, because my sex habilities are definitely the key to winning soccer games."

he shrugs, undeterred. "it's not like you'd be doing it for him. it's all about the greater good."

you scoff, rearranging your notes for the millionth time, "this isn't some feel-good sports movie."

it’s not like you never thought about rafe. sure, he's a yapping idiot around you most of the time, but every time you need help or an extra hand, he’s always the first one to offer. that has to count for something, right?

“the ball’s in your court.”

yeah it is.

truth to be told, you’ve been sick and tired of rafe acting like a loser over soccer. what was the point in whining about it if he wasn’t going to try and do better? god, you'd never seen him like this before and it's been irking you to beyond. even more now that pope mentioned it again.

at this point, you just want to march up to him, shake him and make it come to his senses. you can’t even remember that last time he tried to hit on you. that’s how bad it is! the memory is buried under the weight of his brooding.

so maybe….maybe pope's onto something, y'know? maybe there's more to it than just you and rafe. and yeah, okay, you're not exactly thrilled about the idea of hopping into bed with him, but only because you’d hate the attention that comes along with his name.

but...a part of you is weirdly intrigued. not because you're dying to be his next conquest, but because you're just done with watching him drown in his own misery. maybe this could be the wake-up call he needs. a swift kick in the ass to snap him out of his funk.

you wouldn’t be doing out of selfish reasons! school spirit and all. you’d be doing everyone a favor. and you wouldn't need to blame it on yourself if things went downhill.

you had pope for that.

which is why you’re standing in front of rafe's room in his frat.

a jock and a frat boy? charming. you’ve certainly hit the jackass lottery. but you’ve been here before. he always saved the day when the library was packed or when your roommate was too busy fucking her boyfriend in your dorm room. this was weirdly your safe place to work.

taking a deep breath, you rap your knuckles against the door, trying to ignore the butterflies doing somersaults in your stomach. it's not about you! get a grip.

the door swings open, and there's the fucker, all brooding and rugged, like he just walked off the set of a sports movie. you roll your eyes at the cliché, but there's something weird about the way he looks at you. or maybe the tight wife-beater is doing a number on you.

you still notice the bags underneath his swollen eyes.

there's a flicker of surprise in him, like he wasn't expecting to see you, out of everyone in this school, standing there and you can't blame him; after all, you're not exactly a regular visitor to the frat house, only when your academic needs force you to.

“hey?”

“you look like shit, cameron.”

rafe's eyebrows raise in surprise at your blunt remark, “uh, what?”

you roll your eyes resisting the urge to scoff. "can i come in or are you going to stand there looking like an idiot all day?”

rafe chuckles, stepping aside to let you into his room, “come on in.”

you step inside, taking in the cluttered room with a mixture of amusement and mild disgust. it was never this bad before, you know rafe’s a clean freak and this? this is not him. but it is exactly how you imagined a frat boy's room would look like—dirty.

there’s laundry strewn across the floor, empty beer cans littering the desk, and a distinct musky smell lingering in the air. you shake your head in disbelief, shooting rafe a disapproving look.

"what are you? a divorced forty-five-year-old man?”

rafe laughs at your comment, though there's a hint of embarrassment in his expression as he scratches the back of his neck. "yeah, i know. sorry about that."

he’s doing worse than what you realized and it tugs a little at your heartstrings.

you raise an eyebrow, unconvinced by his apology. "sorry doesn't cut it, cameron. you should be ashamed of yourself.”

"okay, fair point. i'll clean up, promise."

“not just your stupid room. i mean your whole attitude. you've been moping around like a loser!”

rafe's expression shifts, defensiveness crossing his features. "hey, ‘m not—"

"don't even try to deny it," you interrupt, not backing down. "everyone’s noticed. you’re pissing me off.”

you don’t know why you’re suddenly so tempted to give him the scolding of a lifetime, but there’s just something about seeing someone with so much potential and drive wasting it all away without a fight. it’s not like him.

and by the kicked-puppy look on his face, you can tell he's not used to being called out so openly. but you're dead set on breaking through to him, no matter how awkward it gets.

“see! you’re just staring at me like—like, a fucking idiot!”, you fire off, frustration lacing your tone. the irony of the situation isn't lost on you. “will you speak for gods sake? for more than five seconds? i spent months trying to get you to shut up and now you do?”

rafe's stunned expression makes you second guess your approach for a moment, but you push the feeling aside, knowing you can't afford to let sympathy cloud your purpose here.

“why are you mad at me?”

you can't believe he's still clueless after all this time.

"why am i mad at you?" you repeat incredulously, feeling the irritation rising your my chest. "seriously, rafe? have you even looked in the mirror lately?"

he blinks at you, his confusion evident, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"you've been moping around like the world's about to end.”

rafe's brows furrow even further, and for a moment, you wonder if he's playing dumb or if he genuinely has no idea what you’re talking about. "i don't—uh, i don't understand," he finally stammers out, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

that’s it.

you’re gonna pull the feelings card and hope it doesn’t backfire.

“do you like me?” you blurt out, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

rafe snorts as he lifts his finger to scratch his face, “course i do. pretty obvious.”

for a second you get a glimpse of the real rafe and it soothes you inside.

“and you want to fuck me?”

you’ve never seen him look so gobsmacked in his life, you’d laugh in his face if it wasn’t such a serious matter.

“what?” he stammers, his cheeks flushing slightly. you can’t believe the rafe cameron is blushing. over you.

you let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair. "do you want to fuck me? do i need to spell it out for you?”

he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, and you can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at finally catching him off guard, “’m sorry? is this—are you…is this for punk’d?”

"punk'd? seriously, rafe?" you snap, incredulous that he would think this is some sort of prank, “it’s 2024.”

rafe's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and he stammers again "no, i mean— i just...didn't expect you to— uhh”

“yes or no.”

rafe blinks at you before breathing out, “yes.”

“okay. so win your next match and you will.”

he looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, exhaling through his nose, trying to keep his agitation to a minimum. “what?”

“i’m sick and tired of this version of you. i need you to win, and if this” you gesture to the both of you with your hand, “is your motivation, then we’re doing it.”

"y’serious?" he takes a step closer, his demeanor suddenly more serious, “me and you?”

you nod firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilt your head up to look at his features, “dead serious. and it’s not just you and me. it’s for the team, and for the school spirit or whatever nonsense pope keeps going on about."

rafe lets out a small chuckle, a hint of his usual cocky confident demeanor returning. "is that so? can't say no to that kind of motivation."

“i figured.”

he reaches out a hand, his fingers lightly grazing the strands of your hair, eyes fixed on your lips. "are there any rules?”

you swallow hard, feeling your heart race at his touch. “no, just win.”

rafe's lips curl into a playful smirk— the money-making smirk that makes you want to punch him and kiss him, not necessarily in that order — as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"never would've guessed you'd be the one to offer yourself as my motivation, though," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "i'm surprised."

you try to maintain your composure, but his proximity is making it increasingly difficult to think straight. "just doing what needs to be done," you manage to stammer out, trying to sound perfectly unaffected by his words.

rafe chuckles softly, his hand still lingering in your hair as he leans back slightly to look at you. "my pretty prize, huh?" he says, his tone teasing as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

you feel a flush spread across your features at his boldness. you blame him entirely for this side of you. without thinking, you reach up to brush your fingers against his cheek, tips pressings against his skin lightly.

“just win the fucking match, cameron."

rafe's nasty smirk widens into a heart-stopping, soul-gripping grin as he leans in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours.

"consider it done."

[starlightsuffered]

Playing Tag

Info - someone catching you hooking up, broken up couple, hard Dom tim, Dub con, mocking, teasing, degrading, switching pov, biting, unprotected sex, sorta hate fuck

I used the key, hoping she wouldn’t be here. We hadn’t seen much of one another since the break up and she didn’t mind it being that way at all. I minded it. I wanted her back. She knew this, but I think she was enjoying teasing me I think.

I didn’t realise what I was hearing until it was too late. I’d just wanted to grab my favourite hoodie I knew I’d left here. Everything came crumbling down the moment I opened the door to the spare room.

She was stuffed full of some dimwit’s cock. She was moaning, eyes closed. Her hands held his hair like reins as she basked in bliss. Clothing decorated the floor. She was making noises I remembered and treasured. I made a disgusted face.

“Holy shit!” Y/n cried when she saw my face in her doorway.

“I’m here to pick up my stuff,” I said, leaning against the wall with nonchalance.

“Get off, get off Marcus,” she grunted and pushed the man off her. I could tell she was embarrassed even if she’d never admit to it.

“I, um, I’ll go,” the man, Marcus, said awkwardly as he gathered his clothing. He was out of there in no time to my shock.

“You fucking pervert!” She hissed at me.

“I just want my hoodie back,” I snapped.

She wilted a bit. I could see she didn’t want me to take the piece of clothing she liked so much. I knew it had been what she slept in and it comforted her.

Y/n’s pov

“I’ll get it,” I snarled and bustled off to my bedroom. I was so embarrassed that he’d caught me hooking up with someone else.

“Why weren’t you fucking him in YOUR room?” Timothée asked. I rolled my eyes and felt anger roll over me. Of course he would want to know a stupid little detail like that. It was an embarrassing detail.

The bedroom had been a place Timmy and I had, had many precious moments. I didn’t feel like I could bear fucking someone in what I still thought of as “our” bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” I snapped.

I finally found his dumb hoodie. I turned around, still naked from the waist down, and only in a long t-shirt. I threw the piece of clothing at him.

“There you go, now leave,” I said, and crossed my arms.

“I think I will worry about it,” he said smoothly as he approached me. “Was he better than me?”

I scoffed. I couldn’t honestly say that he was. However, I didn’t want Timothée getting a big head. I turned away from him.

“Come on love, you know he couldn’t be better than me,” crooned his tempting voice. His hand cupped my cheek and he turned my face his way. I betrayed my heart as I looked at him. I bit my lip at how gorgeous he was. He made my stomach spin.

“He was,” I lied. I loved how his face fell for a moment.

“He was better! And he made me feel like a goddess. You could never do as well. I’m so glad I’m finally getting some good dick,” I said with a smug smile.

I made to push past him but he grabbed me. He looked in my eyes. He looked furious.

“Say it again, to my face,” he ordered. His eyes scanned my face.

“He’s better than you,” I said slowly.

“Yeah right,” I heard the growled words. Suddenly, he was kissing me. I melted into him just like old times. I hated how addictive he was.

His hands were on my body. The familiar spark was lighting inside me. He was an excellent kisser. I couldn’t help but press myself against him.

“Timothée,” I gasped. I didn’t know how he would read my tone.

“That’s it princess, you wanna change what you said?” He teased.

“No,” I dropped the bomb.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I don’t want to change what I said,” I told him. I wanted to push my luck. I wanted to see what he would do. I liked this. It was like taunting a tiger.

“You fucking-“

He pushed me to the bed. His body rolled against me. He was biting and licking my neck. He was like a ravenous animal. I felt his hardness against me. I felt heat and wetness between my legs.

“You like this don’t you slut? Me being the needy one. You love flipping the script,” he growled in my ear.

“Ah,” I let out a breathy sound.

Before I knew it his pants were around his ankles. He ripped off the only thing I wore. His hands and mouth moved on my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, f-fuck, oh!” I cursed.

“Pretending you don’t fucking want me,” he barked out a laugh. His hand dipped down and he swiped it through my quivering wetness.

“I barely have to do anything,” he chuckled.

He massaged my puffy nipples. My legs spread open further. He groaned as he pressed his tip to my entrance. He pushed the head in and out of me. I was squirming at the teasing.

“Your gushing baby girl,” he crooned.

"you say you don’t love it, and yet you're so wet. I think you just want me to make you scream,” he whispered in my ear.

“Timothée, I-“

He slammed into me balls deep. He was buried to the hilt. I felt almost like I might lose consciousness at how good it felt. He began to thrust and my nails were scrambling for purchase in his back.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I whimpered as he plunged over and over. His full balls slapped me. I was so wet that his balls were as well, creating a mess where they hit my ass.

“Please, please, please!” I wailed. I was wrapped around him. I was addicted and I couldn’t help myself.

“Thaaaaats it,” he groaned. He bit my lip hard enough to break the skin.

“You want it. You fucking love my cock. You’ve never had better than me,” he chuckled. He was an expert. He perfectly massaged my g spot. His hands grabbed handfuls of my tits. He pulled my hair. He was possessing me body and soul. I was cock drunk and I knew I’d do anything in the moment for his cum.

“Mm, uh, uuu, mmmff, ohhh.”

“Listen to the sounds that sloppy cunt's making, you can't tell me no,” he growled and I shuddered all over.

“Timothée,” I screamed.

“Say I win, say I fucking win,” he snarled in my ear. His voice was deep and erotic and he bit into my lobe.

“You win!” I shrieked as the he hit just the right place.

My vision went black as I came. I saw stars that seemed to fall and set my body on fire. I was shaking and gasping as my orgasm overwhelmed me. My needy pussy walls were clenching around his thick cock. He grunted and shoved himself balls deep. He came inside me in hot spurts. I’d work a condom with Marcus but this was pure and bare and the most elite sex I’d ever had.

“Oh f-fuck,” I said helplessly as Timothée’s sweat dripped down on me.

Timothée’s POV

“I- okay, I want you back,” she said in an almost dreamy voice. She looked cum drunk. She was always so nice once she had a good load in her.

“Not so fast princess,” I laughed, nuzzling against her sore ear. I admired the bite marks I had made.

“I think I’ll let you chase me a little longer,” I said in a cocky tone. I knew now that she would.

“Excuse me?” She demanded. Her tone was no longer soft. I sat up and smirked. She did not like being told no. Now she knew that I didn’t either.

“We can play tag a little longer I think,” I winked. She pushed me off the bed.

“While I’m down here, wanna ride my cock?” I asked casually.

“You’re despicable,” she shot back, but she looked intrigued. Tag was my favourite game.

[everlasting-rainfall]

Could you do something involving Kid and Killer for that one piece crossing au please 👀

Separate or poly, whichever you want to do ~

I think that I have just the thing for them and I’m pretty sure that I might be able to handle the two of them being poly, my apologies though in advance if I don’t do them right

But let’s get into it before I potentially start rambling about something! And I hope that this is good! I tried my best!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Violence, Murder, Sentient Video Games, Kid being Kid, Stalking, Writing Similar to Old Creepypasta, Obsessiveness, Noncon, Loss of Hope

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly I can imagine that you’re the next person to wind up with the One Piece Crossing game and let’s say that like how you got your hands on it was that it appeared in a used games store for dirt cheap and you were hoping to get your hands on at least something like Animal Crossing

You returned home and you got comfy before booting up the game, you did the typical stuff of customizing your character and setting the time and all that but eventually it came time to pick your villagers

You hit the random button so many times as you had picked pirates over marines, you hoped to find something that fit your aesthetic but none of them really stood out to you

Shanks and Benn, Luffy and Zoro, Roger and Rayleigh, Omatsuri and Muchigoro, Bear King and Honey Queen, Doflamingo and Crocodile

None of them seemed to fit your type until you pressed random one last time and wound up with not Kid and Killer but two other characters instead, the two of them seemed like they would be pretty alright and match your aesthetic

Like let’s say that your aesthetic is like soft and cute, these two fit it pretty well however when you go to press confirm that these are the villagers you want

Random gets hit one more time by accident and suddenly you don’t know who you’re heading out with until you arrive at the island and dread fills you when you see who you got. Two punk looking guys who look like they don’t at all match your aesthetic

It’s disappointing but it is too late to go back and change it so you’ll just have to make do with these two as you go through the tutorial and figure out how to do things

As you go through the tutorial, you talk to what’s going to be your fellow islanders and find out that although Kid is rather grumpy and makes fun of you for having trouble with certain parts of the game. Killer is at least chill as he does make comments like “You really can’t get it?” before sighing and slightly assisting to get it out of the way

Eventually when your individual homes are set up and the tutorial has ended, you’re free to start having as much fun as you’d like here on this island

You make progress through the game and start trying to customize the island to fit your aesthetic, you start around your home with a very soft almost Sanrio esque aesthetic that just feels pleasant to look at but as you start stretching it out

That’s when trouble arises as you place down an item just a bit too close to what Kid must deem as his territory causing him to rather aggressively and rudely kick it over telling you to not put that kind of shit near his and Killer’s part of the island

These are just characters in a video game so you decide to wait until Kid isn’t around to place it down again only to be stopped this time by Killer who picks it up and gives it right back to your character with a “Don’t…”

It’s getting irritating as all that you want to do is decorate your island so you reload the game when it’s late at night and when the game indicates that the two men are asleep, you decorate and put the game down for the night when you’re done

The next time that you pick up the game… Guess what’s waiting for you in your mailbox? It’s a letter from Kid and Killer with a gift attached! You open it up only to find that it’s an item labeled as “Ruined Object” and the letter simply states “Don’t try that shit again!”

It took a long time to get this item in the game so you decided to talk to them only to find a new option for conversation in the dialogue box when you spoke to Kid called “I have a suggestion” and when you picked it. He told you to be quick

You were then presented with two options one that suggested you halve the island with them and the other being to insult him but considering how he and Killer ruined your object, you could not see that going well for you so you picked the first one

“Finally you’re talking sense… What do you have in mind?”

This brought up the in game map showing the island, Kid gave his suggestion first of very little of the island for you but you gave yours and drew a line down the middle of the game map. He didn’t sound happy but he told you to keep your shit on your side now

You continued the game after that and it seemed like everything was going well, you decorated your side of the island exactly how you wanted and they decorated their side too to fit their own style

When you would wander your island, you would occasionally see them on your side usually just wandering or needing to talk to you about something like “I found *insert object* and it looked like something you might want” or “Have you seen Kid anywhere? I can’t find him…”

These conversations would typically be short and the items that they gave you usually were your aesthetic but customized to be more in their style causing you to usually store it in your home inventory space or just get rid of it altogether

Eventually though you opened the game map one day to see that Kid and Killer had moved in with each other as there was one less house on the map, you went to see what was up thinking maybe one of their houses burnt down but when your character knocked and went in

You almost immediately turned around and left with a face bright red in real life the two of them were currently engaged in some very passionate activities with each other in their home, it was safe enough to say that you had your answer as to what was going on to make them move in together

They entered a relationship with one another and the game made it so that they moved in with each other as a result of it

You really weren’t expecting that sort of graphic scene to be in a game like this but then again, it wasn’t exactly straight up animal crossing so you just tried to forget it until you got a letter telling you to take a picture next time as it’ll last longer…

The game continued on after that with you hopping on for at least an hour everyday to do stuff, a few more villagers even moved in as well. Heat, Wire, and a few other people as well who all choose to live on Kid and Killer’s side of the island

It didn’t bother you though considering they much more fit in with their aesthetic anyways

There were a few days where you didn’t play as you were busy and whenever you returned, the two of them almost seemed slightly curious like “Where were you yesterday?” and “Don’t sleep so much… I’m not gonna wake you up if you do…”

But it was one day however when you and a friend of yours decided to try something as they had a copy of animal crossing and wanted to see if they could visit your island

So you did and your friend’s character was soon running around your island with you, the two of you were having quite a bit of fun as you both played around in every way that you both could think of but that fun started to come to an end when one of your villagers wandered onto your side of the island

It was just Killer at first who came up to you and asked who that guy was when you choose the dialogue option of him being your friend, Killer’s model visibly looked your friend up and down before turning back towards you and telling you to straight up ditch them before ending the conversation

After that, you continued to hang out with your friend but oddly enough you kept running into your villagers. It wasn’t just Kid and Killer who you kept running into either as you even encountered a few of the other villagers

All of whom told you that Kid and Killer were looking for you like “Killer wants to talk to you about something” or “Kid has something for you” but you always just ignored them thinking you could see them later

Eventually though, Kid came out of nowhere and entered a conversation with you while you were in the middle of something. You tried to speed through his dialogue by mashing the button but by the end of the conversation, he looked visibly pissed

Once that was done, you couldn’t get rid of him as he followed you and your friend everywhere like were you and your friend just trying to fish together to catch something? There’s Kid standing right in between the two of you

Honestly he almost seemed to be trying to get your attention too as he would make jokes about the small fish that your friend would pull up but if you pulled up a small one then he would give a gruff “Nice job”

This only ended when your friend finally left and you both agreed to meet up on his island next time due to the actions of your villagers

And when you did, you had a ton of fun but when you had your character return to your island. Almost immediately they were practically swarmed by Kid and Killer who demanded to know where you had been

Then after you selected the dialogue option to tell them, they looked visibly angry like “Didn’t we tell you to ditch that guy? They’re not good for you…” among other things

Eventually you got tired of it and decided to shut the game off while they were speaking as it wasn’t like you were going to lose any progress and besides you needed a break from that shit…

Especially when you hopped on the next day only to find your house that you had worked so hard on looking absolutely trashed

So you took a break for a good long while and played on your other consoles whenever you got the urge to play something, you even spent time with your friend in real life and the two of you got closer. You didn’t start dating but it could be assumed that you were

When your friend told you that they had something to give you on the game, you booted up your console at the same time that they did only for something that made you scream bloody murder to happen

Almost as if you had suddenly stepped into a horror movie, a large metal hand shot out of the screen and grabbed you in its grasp, your friend tried to pull you out of its grasp as you were pulled in but wound up getting sucked in too

Once you both had crash landed, you saw that you were being held by Kid as he wrapped one arm around you that kept you pressed tightly into him no matter how much you struggled

Your friend was lying on the floor looking dazed and confused, they barely even got a chance to register anything before they were suddenly cut down by Killer and as their blood was splattered across the floor, you found yourself as the center of their attention

“What do you think you were doing cutting us off like that when we were trying to talk to you?”

“We told you to ditch that guy and you brought them over… You mind as well have fucked them right in front of us with how close you two were!”

You of course tried to fight against the two of them with tears in your eyes as they both dragged you home, your island had been completely changed as well by them and the others. It was practically unrecognizable

Your home was no better as it had changed for the worse, the entire thing was completely in their style compared to yours as they dragged you upstairs. They threw you onto what used to be your bed and suddenly you were seeing notifications pop up in front of you

All things saying that while you’ve been asleep, Kid and Killer took over the island as its new leaders and completely got rid of the fact that you halved the island with them. They renamed the island as well and not only that but apparently entered a relationship with you as well

With eyes wide, you read all of them and didn’t quite know what to think but you didn’t have much time to think as you were slammed back onto the bed quite roughly to the point where you were sure you would have a nasty bruise

”If you want to cheat in front of us with someone like that then we’ll just have to remind you of who exactly you belong to…”

And it was after that when your outfit was completely ripped away from your body as they held you down and used your body like it was a sex doll as they made you move into so many positions and made you do so many things

By the very end of it… You were so relieved that it was over as you were covered in sweat, tears, bruises, bites, and a lot of cum…

“Better not try anything like that ever again…”

There was no escape from this game and you were stuck here forever with the two of them, they forced you to dress in a style exactly the same as them and treated you like a toy

They would tell you that they loved you dearly so there was no reason to act like you were trapped in some kind of horrible situation, you just needed to be reminded of who you belonged to is all and they were sure that you would be good now

Over time, they did start to become more kind with you even if just a little bit as Kid did start actually allowing you to leave the house without one of them. It wasn’t like you could go anywhere but they did tell you that these things could be revoked if you acted up

Eventually once you were good enough, Killer even allowed you to have something from your aesthetic and despite the slight bit of comfort that you felt when you held it

You knew that it could be easily taken away from you at a moments notice especially if they ever saw you trying to find a way out of the video game and back to the real world

Really truly… You just needed to accept that you would be here forever… There was no way out with them…

They had taken over your island, they had forcefully started a relationship with you, and they had shown what they were willing to do if you ever misbehaved too much

Plus what would you tell the police about what happened if you ever made it back? Your friend had been pulled into a video game with you and murdered by the characters? Like they would ever believe you

So… You were going to stay here forever and simply hope that maybe one day just one day, you would potentially free

Although you knew you never would be

[sweetandgentlecreature]

Hiiii since you’ve been killing the headcannon game, if you’re up to it,

Can we please give Walter Marshall a dog? That man needs a dog. I don’t care how busy he is, I’ll even walk it for him. He gives me “dad and the dog he didn’t want” vibes where they get bullied into it then wind up being a total pushover and spoiling the shit out of the dog 🥹 That man is secretly so soft I just fucking know it.

Hey, girl! So sorry for how late this is. It's a slow day for work, so I threw Nomis on in the background and got to it.

ABSOLUTELY! Walter oozes Daddy-Bear Energy™️ and I’m always here for it. Thanks for reaching out, babe! Hope you like it ❤️❤️

In the Dog House: Walter Marshall is a Pushover

Warnings: Bring a lint roller. There's plenty of fluff to go around.

"No. Absolutely not."

He'd cross his arms over his chest and scowl. Life was hard enough, between juggling her schedule and his own, the sleepless nights and open cases that pile up on his desk, he didn't need any more distractions. Faye pouted, bat those big brown eyes up at him and stuck out her bottom lip. What started out as a normal Saturday morning grocery run had taken a detour when she saw the wet little noses in the window of the animal shelter downtown. They'd only stopped to look.

"Come on, dad, please?! Look at him!"

The little ball of fluff gnawed at her fingers and looked up excitedly, cocking his head to the side as if to say "Yeah, dad! Bring me home!"

Who was Walter to say no to that?

His apartment quickly shifted from its cold, sad status of bachelor pad to...well, still a bachelor pad, just covered in puppy pads as well. Though the little bugger had been neutered, he wasn't potty trained just yet. Faye was getting good at taking the dog out before school, and spent most evenings playing with him until bedtime. When she was at her mother's house, Walter would care of him. He felt ridiculous, standing out in the cold, holding the leash while the pup sniffed around for somewhere to do his business.

"Come on, lad," he'd encourage gruffly. "Anywhere will do."

Back inside, they'd stare at one another. Walter, sat on the couch, would pick through his leftovers while the puppy, lovingly named Moose, sat on the floor, tearing his squeaky toy to shreds. Moose with yip and growl at it, a real predator, and shake out the stuffing to rain down around him in a cloud of fluff. Walter would sigh, crook an eyebrow at the beast, and shake his head in disapproval.

"No dogs on the bed," he'd declare. He wasn't concerned about fleas or ticks (the little menace loves a good soak in the tub), he didn't think Moose would have any accidents in the night; he just didn't want the connection. Walter wasn't good at making friends, dating was a joke at this point. Faye was really all he had...Faye, and Moose.

It was late when he made it home that night. Bleary eyed, he'd toed off his boots at the door, disassembled his weapon and stashed his badge on the table beside the entryway. The house was quiet, a little too quiet, and it made him suspicious. He checked around the living room, the kitchen, and hell, even the bathroom. Nothing was out of place.

In the bedroom, he found the culprit, snug as a bug all curled up in the middle of the bed.

"No," he growled. "Down."

Sleepily, the dog lifted his head at the sound of his owner's voice. Bright blue eyes grew wide and limp, floppy ears with plenty of room to grow flopped to one side of Moose's head. The black duvet cover, once pristine, was now covered in a thin film of white and gray fur.

Walter sighed. He was too tired for this shit. It wasn't worth the fight. He didn't even bother to undress. No use in getting too comfortable, when he'd be up in a couple of hours anyway. Pulling the blankets aside, he settled in against the pillows and let the heavy shrouds of sleep overtake him. His eyes fluttered closed and his breath began to deepen. Walter never dreamed, hadn't in years, yet just as he began to doze off, he could've sworn he felt something. Warm and fuzzy, Moose nuzzled up against Walter's leg and sighed contently. For a moment, in the quietness of an empty house, Walter smiled. It was starting to feel just a little more like home.

[livesincerely]

i was just reading back through your writer’s desks and remembered how much i loved the slideshow au! no pressure but do you have anymore thoughts on it? it’s just one of my faves <3

The outline/notes for that one are still in the very early stages but I’m happy to share what I’ve got so far!

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He’s waiting for Tony to come back from the bathroom, the next episode of Crime Scene Kitchen queued up on the tv, when his phone vibrates with a text from Jack.

this prod meeting is running long, probs won’t be back until late. Go ahead and watch w/o me

Everything ok?

ya but part of the set got busted during a scene change so I gotta figure when/how to fix it before tomorrow night

I’ll put your takeout in the fridge and save you some egg rolls

and that’s why you’re my favorite

Say hi to Medda for me

of course

“Jack’s not going to be home until late,” Davey announces as Tony wanders back into the living room. “He says we should start without him.”

….

“Dave,” Tony says, sighing deeply. “Why am I looking at a PowerPoint titled, “Jack Kelly + David Jacobs: A Comprehensive Argument for Maintaining Equilibrium.”

Davey pins him with a scathing look. “It’s a Google Slides presentation, you godless heathen.”

“What the fuck?” Tony asks, ignoring him, clicking rapidly through the screens. “When did you even make this?”

Davey shifts in his seat. “I mean, it’s more of a living document, so it’s never really finished—“

“Davey.”

“A couple years ago, I guess,” Davey says. “Give or take.”

Tony squints at the computer screen. “It’s saved on your old university account.”

“Okay, or maybe it was three months into junior year!” Davey admits, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was a stressful semester and I was super nervous about failing my animal science midterm and Jack was out on a date with that PoliSci major that lived upstairs and— And the when isn’t the point! The point is, according to my research, telling Jack isn’t worth the risk of ruining our friendship.”

“What are these graphs even measuring?” Tony asks, staring at one of the slides. “‘Overall Happiness, Jacobs v Others’?”

….

“Well, your math is absolute shit, for one thing,” Tony says, frowning at a graph entitled ‘Art Pieces per Subject’. Davey’s name is sitting in dead last. “There’s no way these numbers are right. Jack draws you literally all of the time.”

Davey frowns right back at him. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Uh, yeah he fucking does,” Tony disagrees. “You’re, like, one of his favorite things to make art of, period. He spends about half his time bitching about how copic doesn’t make a marker that matches your eyes—at this point I’m pretty sure he’s got more drawings of you than actual pictures.”

“I think I would’ve noticed if Jack suddenly started drawing me,” Davey scoffs, shaking his head. “It’s not like he’s subtle when something’s caught his eye. Plus, he lets me flip through his sketchbooks whenever he finishes filling one and I’m almost never in them.”

“Which one?” Tony asks.

Davey blinks. “Which one, what?”

“Which one,” Tony repeats, oddly intent. “Which sketchbook does he show you?”

“What do you mean, which one?” Davey asks, irritated. “The only one! The one he always— it’s not like it’s some big secret!”

Tony stares. Then Tony sighs.

Very quietly, Davey hears him mutter, “…pair of fucking morons.”

…..

“Okay, but, riddle me this,” Tony says. “Why don’t you just tell him? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“What’s the worst that could— I literally just went over all the reasons why that’s a horrible idea!” Davey exclaims. “It would ruin everything!”

“I really don’t think it would, Dave,” Tony says. “You and Jack… will ya at least think about it?”

“I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Davey says, and to his horror, he can feel his eyes starting to sting. “I can’t.”

“Want me to do it?” Tony offers, and he says it like a joke but Davey knows him too well to think that he’s anything but absolutely serious.

He jolts forward, arms outstretched as if to preemptively cram the words back down his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare, Tones, I am so fucking serious—“

“Okay, okay!” Tony says, holding up his hands in surrender. “I won’t snitch on your neurotic ass, even if it’d make you happier in the long run. My word as my bond or whatever.”

Davey huffs out a laugh, and it’s only a little teary. “Fuck you, my neurotic ass is the reason you made it to graduation, shithead.”

…..

“Hey, can I borrow your laptop?” Jack asks. “Mine’s dead and I left my charger at the theater.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Davey absently responds.

…..

“Davey,” Jack says, voice straining. “What the hell is this?”

“What is what?” Davey asks.

“This.” He turns the laptop around and— oh shit. It’s The Argument.

He feels his blood run cold. “Oh,” he says. “That.”

“Dave,” Jack says, his mouth set in a hard, thin line. “Did you make a fucking PowerPoint about me? About us?”

Davey swallows. “…It’s actually a Google Slides presentation,” he says weakly.

…..

“You’re telling me this is nothing?” Jack demands, incredulous. He tilts the screen back to show Davey the current slide, which is just an enlarged photo of Jack’s handsome, smiling face, surrounded by a halo of red arrows and the caption, ‘JUST LOOK AT HIM,’ written in boldfaced text. “Nothing? Nothing at all?”

“Maybe we can stop looking at it now,” Davey says, loudly. He leans over the back of the couch, making another panicked grab for his laptop, but Jack dodges out of the way, clicking to the next slide.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Mutual Feelings. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

(Not my pictures. Just my edit.)

Summary: Eddie wants to ask his crush out on a date, but his nerves get the best of him. Little does he know that she wants to ask him out too. 

TW: idiots in love? embarrassment. cursing.

Word Count: 1.3k

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Today was going to be the day.

He was finally going to do it.

He was going to finally talk to her.

Well, technically he had already talked to her, multiple times actually, but nothing ever personal. Eddie wanted to know everything about her; her favorite color, food, animal, everything.

The two of them had 2nd period world history together, their desks side by side for the past 4 weeks. Any paired assignment they had in class automatically made them partners, which is how Eddie found himself completely enamored with her.

Each day she would walk into class and smile at him as she passed by his desk to get to hers. A cute, warm little “good morning, Eddie.” Would make his ears perk up like a dog and his heart flutter fast.

She was so far out of his league, and he knew that. But he had to try talking to her outside of class, even if it killed him.

Today he decided not to sit at his usual spot in the cafeteria. Instead he walked out of the cafeteria to where some people ate outside, knowing that’s where she was.

It didn’t take long for him to spot her sitting at one of the tables outside with her friends, laughing and giggling together.

He walks to the table, holding his head high, a pep in his step and confidence coursing through his veins.

One of her friends makes eye contact with Eddie, motioning her head toward him, and like a punch to the gut, all of his confidence exits his body.

He reaches the table, his mouth opening and no words coming out of it.

She turns around, an instant gleaming smile plastered on her face. “Hey, Eddie.”

“H-hey.” He stutters, running at the back of his head nervously.

Between the silence and her friends giving strange looks to her and Eddie, his skin was crawling.

Any planned out conversation he had in his head (or the conversation he practiced in the mirror that morning) was long gone and all there was playing in his head was elevator music.

“Um, are you okay? You look sick.” She furrows her brows in worry.

“Y-y-yeah totally fine. I’m fine. I um…” His chocolate eyes widen at the awkward atmosphere he was putting out. “I gotta go.” He walks in the opposite direction, cursing himself out along the way.

“What the fuck was that, you stupid idiot. You can talk to her about fucking world history, but not tell her hi.” He grumbles to himself, stomping into the cafeteria and plopping himself at the table with the rest of his friends, not saying a word to them. He crosses his arms across his chest, much like a toddler who didn’t get their way.

“Lemme guess, you didn’t talk to her?” Gareth teases, a shit eating grin on his face.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, his jaw clenched tight. “Not. A. Fucking. Word.”

***

Eddie roamed the halls with the hall pass balled up in his hand, his “quick” bathroom run turning into an adventure around the school. He turns the corner to go down one hallway and spots her at her locker, her back turned toward him.

“Fuck, fuck.” Eddie stops dead in his tracks, his legs going numb and his knees trembling. Even if he wanted to move, he couldn’t.

In one swift motion, she shuts her locker and turns to walk toward Eddie, not yet registering that he was practically a statue just a few feet from her while she opens the folder in her hand to fish something out.

“Move you jackass.” Eddie thinks to himself, but it’s too late.

Finally she looks up, her eyes widening in surprise first before a smile blossoms. “Hey you.” She stops in front of him, fixing her hair nonchalantly. “Whatcha doing?”

“I um, I had to use the bathroom.” He nervously points toward the bathrooms behind her, even though he has already gone.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She giggles. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you on your quest. I’ll let you get going.”

“No. Talk to her, you pussy. Tell her she looks nice.” Eddie clears his throat nervously, trying to figure out how to spit the words out.

“Eddie?” She furrows her brows in concern.

“Yeah, yeah.” His voice cracks, much like a boy going through puberty and making himself look like a fool in front of her. Eddie sighs and storms off toward the bathroom, pushing the door open harshly.

She stands in the hallway by herself, an annoyed sigh leaning her lips. She wasn’t annoyed with Eddie, but with herself.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you on your quest.” She inmates herself in a mocking tone, waving her hands around. “God what a fucking dweeb. I can say stupid shit like that, but I can’t just talk to him normally. Idiot.”

***

Procrastinating was an art that she perfected whether it was book reports, essays, research papers, you name it. The only place she ever managed to get her last minute assignments done was the library.

Technically she should have been in P.E., running a mile around the track, but instead her nose was stuffed in the middle of a book she was assigned to read for the past month, trying to perfect the art of speed reading a 468 page book by tomorrow morning.

Her eyes scanned the page, trying to absorb the words into her brain and make sense of what she was reading. But she felt like she was being watched, a slight shiver being sent through her body.

She quickly turns around, seeing a lanky body creeping around. “Hello?” She calls out quietly, narrowing her eyes to get a better look at who it was.

Eddie trudges over, giving her a small, timid wave as he bears the table she was sitting at.

“Oh, hey.” She giggles, placing a spare piece of paper in between the pages in her book. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Yeah, I was just…” He flaunts a random book he picked off the shelf. “Picking up some light reading.”

“Yeah, the encyclopedia is a great start.” She giggles.

Eddie looks at the book in his hand, sighing at his stupidity. “God I’m an idiot.” He sighs under his breath. “I’m going to go. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Starting to walk away.

“Eddie, wait!” She calls out for him, cringing at her volume in the library.

He turns around, raising a curious eyebrow at her as he walks back toward the table and sitting across from her.

“Okay, I’m facing my worst fear right now by making the first move but here I am. Do you maybe want to grab something to eat? Or go out to a movie? You can totally say no if you want to, I get it if you aren’t into it.” She shrugs her shoulders, her hands slightly shaking under the table.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle to himself, looking at the girl he had been crushing on for weeks, who apparently had a crush on him too. “Yeah I would love to take you out. Shit, I’ve been trying to ask you out all day but I’ve been too big of a chicken shit.” A wave of relief rolling over his body.

Her cheeks grow hot at him admitting his feelings were mutual, butterflies erupting in her tummy. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, concealing a smile.

“So how about I pick you up tonight at 7:30? We can go eat whatever you want, your choice.” His round eyes soft on her the longer he stares back at her features.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” She opens her notebook and rips a page out, quickly jotting down her address on it, along with her phone number. She slides the paper toward him, gathering her stuff up quickly to go run and tell her friends the events that just unfolded.

Before she walks away, she bends down to press a sweet kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.” As she walks away, she couldn’t believe how bold she just was.

Eddie sits in the chair with a love struck smile on his face, butterflies in his stomach as well. He looks at the paper with her address and home phone number written in pink pen, a little heart at the end of her address.

As long as he showed her a good time tonight, he knew he could win her over.

[igotanidea]

It was worth it :Dick Grayson x f!reader

Massive thanks to @pinkcherryblossom18 for letting me use her idea for this story: Titans!Dick who unexpectedly shows up at his old friend house to seek help for Rachel, even though he knows how pissed said friend is going to be at him. So, the girl is just spending the day with her adoptive mother, Selina Kyle, planning on doing sth fun when someone knocks on the door. And even after being welcomed in a vigilante/villain style, Dick still thinks it was worth showing at reader's doorstep.

“So…..” Selina started stretching her arms lazily and leaning back on the couch, crossing her legs

“So what?”  the younger girl, her not-so-official adoptive daughter rolled her eyes trying not to show how annoyed she was

“So, I was thinking about a little bit of a mother-daughter time would be fun….”

“You’re not my mother.” The girl pointed out. They may not have been related, but during the years Selina Kyle raised Y/N Y/L/N the latter took a lot from her. Teasing and playing around was definitely one of those traits.  “But I’m listening. Honestly, it’s getting boring living in this hell hole. God, I miss Gotham sometimes.”

“From what I can tell you keep yourself rather busy” Selina leaned down and grabbed one of the stray cats Y/N was taking care of, absentmindedly starting to rub its fur, much to the animal’s delight “Such a cutie” she purred at it “though I miss this freaking city too. Sometimes.”

“Let me guess why” the girl smirked “I bet it’s because of one particular Gotham vigilante…”

“Watch your tongue, dear. Such insinuations are way beyond your level. I taught you better.”

“Yeah, yeah you did. No matter how hard I try I always get back to the old ways.”

“Call it instinct, honey.” Selina flashed a smile and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Oh, stop it. Can’t fool me with that trick” Y/N rolled her eyes again “Cut to the chase”

“You won’t let me have my fun, do you?” Selina sighed dramatically but soon turned back to her calculated self. “You know, there’s a new boutique on the 34th. We can go full fashion. My wardrobe really need some renewal and judging from your T-shirt, yours as well.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Y/N took a quick glance at her hoodie and tilted her head. “besides all the cut fur, of course.”

“Oh, honey….” Selina sighed “I’m gone for what? Two weeks….”

“Two months.” The girl corrected crossing her arms

“And you’re already turning into someone …. Ordinary. Such a shame. I really need to get you back in shape. What do you say? A little shopping spree. Don’t you miss that thrill?” she smiled and a few flashbacks run through Y/N’s head. One of them of how one night when she and Selina were running the streets after one particularly good action and surprisingly were stopped by two male-counterparts. But. Putting that aside, Y/N did miss some action and night blood rush. The cold night air on her face as she was jumping from one rooftop to another. The chills and adrenaline when she was flexing and doing her most crazy acrobatic shit. The act she put on while flirting with whoever could her to the object of interest, pretending to be innocent and gullible only to show her mastermind and perfect plan behind all of this. She was smart, she was shrewd, fast-think and ….. lazy. As much as she hated to admit it, moving out and being left all by herself made her…. Unwilling. Selina was right. It was such a shame that of late her abilities were going to waste.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Selina asked a bit worried about her protégé.

“Nothing” the girl shook her head “But….. can I ask you a question?”

“I don’t need to answer, right?”

“Actually, I would like you to answer. Please” Y/N looked at Selina with pleading, honest and sad expression and it moved something inside the Catwoman’s heart.

“All right. Don’t make me go all soft on you.” she hissed covering all the feelings raising in her chest. Despite everything, she treated Y/n as a daughter (or maybe younger sister, since thinking of herself as mother made her feel old. “What is it?”

“How do you still find all of it funny and thrilling?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You know. For me, the best part wasn;t the fact that we… I…. was doing something forbidden. It was rather the part of being chased. And sometimes, getting caught. And… you know…..” Y/n’s cheeks were now a bit flushed and Selina knew exactly what, or rather who she was referring to.

“Oh, honey. You really do need something to get your mind off things” she gently caressed girl’s face. “you reminiscence too much and that is no good. We’re going tonight. Hope you can still use that charm of yours.”

“Right” Y/N looked down. “I…..” before she could say a thing she was cut off by a firm knock on the door “Sorry, let me just check who intend on ruining my evening.”

Unwillingly she stood up from the couch and with a couple quiet long steps opened the door.

“I’m not interested in whatever you are selling so leave …. Oh, shit…..”

“Hi Y/N” the young man on the other side smiled lightly and awkwardly.

“No.” Y/N was quick to reach the frame and shut the door close. What the hell!? What was he doing here?! It’s been what? Three years? Three years since his titans team fell apart and he rushed away from everything he knew, her included. Three years of radio silence on his part (well, she did not reach for him either, but still it was his fault since he was the one who disappeared without a trace). Shit! And now he was standing by her door and she was wearing an old hoodie and stretched pants. Her hair were a mess and she still had that freaking pelage everywhere. Damn it! Her heart was pounding like crazy, blood rushing straight to her head. Even after all those years, he had such an effect on her. Groaning in annoyance she leaned her back on the door, praying he would just go away.

“Who is it?” Selina emerged from the room with her most hypnotizing stride “Definitely someone worth attention if you’re left like this.” She chuckled

“Dick Grayson” Y/N smiled viciously watching Selina’s expression drop

“Is he….?”

“From what I can tell he’s alone, but who knows?” the girl shrugged “You know the bats, they lurk in the shadows.”

“Fuck. “ Selina cussed “This is not how I planned on this day to go.”

“You think I wanted this?!” Y/N scoffed

“Well, you mentioned something about missing being chased…..”

“Oh, shut up!” the girl finally let her rage go. “Sorry.” She chucked “I know the rules. Play it cool. Play it nice.”

“Precisely. You did it so many times before, what’s one more. Deal with it fast and I’ll meet you on our rooftop at 10 p.m.” she patted girl’s cheek in a condescending manner. “Don’t let me down.” And with such words she slipped through the open window.

“Don’t let me down.” Y/N mocked sticking her tongue out in a child-like behavior. “Whatever you say, mother. Coward. Running away because the bat may be on her track.” She muttered to herself.

“Y/N. Please, open the door. I need your help.”

“You need my help, now, huh?” once again she opened the door abruptly, standing face to face with her old (more than) friend. “How about I give you a hand?” she raised an arm in attempt to slap him, but he was faster and grabbed her wrist. She did not falter as she used another hand, that reached the destination and with a loud snap met with his cheek.

“Ouch.” He hissed and let go of her arm.

“You deserved that! Three years, Grayson! Three fuckign years and now you just appear out of thin air with….. a child?”

“Y/N, meet Rachel. She’s ….. she has some powers….. Can we come inside so I will explain it further?”

“No.” Y/N took a step to the right blocking the entrance.

“Y/N. I’m begging you…..”

“Well that is a new thing…..”

“Don’t make a scene.”

“And why not exactly?” she pondered.  “Because you are afraid of being embarrassed in front of…..” she hang the sentence waiting for them to remind her the name of the girl

“Rachel” the youngest of the three helped

“Right. Rachel. Sorry for that little display, bet your friend Dick did not mention who I am.”

“Not…. exactly….”

“Oh, okey. Well, long story short, we used to be….. frankly, I don’t even know how to describe our relationship….”

“Y/N…..” Dick sighed, his face still red from the slap. Y/N was definitely stronger than she looked at first sight.

“I am talking now.” Her face was now filled with rage and it made her look so powerful and fierce the boy shut his mouth instantly, suddenly being reminded why he fell for her so easily in the past. She was a force not to play with, but on the other side she had this soft side, only a few people knew how to reach.

“I already like her” Rachel smiled.

“Y/N look, she has nowhere to go. Her mother was shot, she never knew her father and I know you know how that feels……”

“I…..” she dropped her gaze. He knew exactly where to hit. The point was, she really did know the feeling. Her parents abandoned her when she was barely 9. For four years she was running around foster homes, never really wanted, tossed like a used glove, never really taken care of, until Selina saw something more to her and took her in, and trained her and showed her something better in life. “I hate you, Grayson. Now, get in, both of you.” she pulled her unexpected visitors into the narrow hallway. “You can go wait in the living room, pet the cats or whatever. They are not as predatory as they seem.”

“Just like someone else I know” Dick smiled at Y/N when Rachel left.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“You know what. Why did you come to me? Why not any of your Titans friend? Donna? Dawn? Hell, even Hank would be better choice than me.”

“No.”

“What?”

“They wouldn’t . They don’t really know how it feels like to be raised without parents. You and I. We do. And you have a thing for stray living beings.”

“I ….. I don’t…..” she snorted with disgust but couldn’t hide the fact that only a second later she was checking out what Rachel was doing, making sure the girl was all right “I’m not like that….”

“You are. Even if you don’t want to admit it. I know you.”

“You knew me years ago. How do you know I did not change for worse?”

“I know.”

“Ok, I’m gonna ask you again” she punched his chest only to get some of the accumulated energy out “why. The hell. Are. YOU. here? And how did you even find me!?”

“I missed you.” he confessed

“Oh, hell no! I’m not falling for that. Our parents followed that path and look where it got them. I’m not making the same mistake. I can take the girl in and that is all. I want nothing to do with you. Not after….. after everything…..”

“I made a mistake, all right? I never should have….”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I don’t want to hear you!” she covered her ears not wanting to let him sweet talk her “ I’m over you, don’t you understand that. I never wanted you to come back and haunt me and …..DAMN IT!” out of frustration she started throwing punches. The kind of kicks he could have easily dodged, but didn’t “why don’t you just fight back?!” she hissed and finally her fist met with his jaw, taking them both by surprise.

“Selina would be proud of you.” Dick muttered making sure his maxilla wasn’t dislocated.

“Don’t think so. It’s hard to impress people who take their alter-ego from an animal. You know that” he nodded taking a deep breath “If anything she would be disappointed I lost control like that. Does it…. Does it hurt much?”

“See. Soft spot. Told you.” Dick smiled widely and immediately hissed in pain

“Do you want another, symmetric punch on the other side.”

“It was still worth it, you know. Coming here. Seeing you. I meant what I said, I really did miss you.”

“If you keep running your mouth I’m gonna kick you in the groin.”

“Ok, all right. I’ll stop. You really did not change a thing.”

“I hate you. Now, tell me what is wrong with that demonic child you decided to put on my shoulders.”  

@pinksirensong @somest1

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Eddie won’t stop looking at Steve now. “I’m not sure I wanna go back to the masks.”

Steve just shrugs. “I’m fine. I deal.”

“Bullshit,” Eddie says easily.

Steve’s world narrows down to that one word. Images, memories, flash through his head. Would’ve should’ve could’ve done something differently. But it’s too late. And she’s happy, and he’s happy for her, except—

He jolts as someone touches his arm. His eyes meet Eddie’s as he tries to control his breathing. “Shit, Steve,” Eddie’s saying. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Steve says, on autopilot, then abruptly stands. “I’m gonna-” he gestures vaguely upstairs.

Eddie stands too, hands out like he’s not sure what to do. Steve’s not sure what to do, either. “Steve…” he shakes his head, steps forward. Steve fights himself as he steps back, hates the look on Eddie’s face. Hates himself for the look on Eddie’s face.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, “I’m sorry, I’m fine, I’ll be… I’m gonna…”

“Steve,” Eddie says, and suddenly Steve thinks Eddie would be really good with animals. “Can I touch you?”

Steve bites his lip, looks away, crosses his arms, uncrosses them, nods. Eddie’s hands come into his field of view, slowly, like he’s trying not to scare Steve away, slowly, slowly, hands then arms then torso, and suddenly Eddie is hugging Steve and Steve is all but collapsing into it.

They sit on the couch together, Eddie’s arms still around Steve’s chest, and what should feel confining just feels comfortable. Steve forces himself to breathe normally. “Can I ask what that was about?” Eddie asks, his voice reverberating through his chest into Steve’s.

Steve takes a deep breath. Then another. Then says, “Nancy. She- when we-” he shakes his head. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not,” Eddie says. “Not if it’s affecting you like this.”

“You’re starting to sound like Robin.”

“Then you’d better listen,” Eddie teases gently. “Cause you know Robin only wants the best for you.”

Steve sighs again. He can’t even argue with that. “When we broke up. That’s what she called me. Called…” he waved a hand around to signify that whole scenario, let his voice trail off and his hand drop. “So. I, uh. I hear that word, and it… reminds me of that.”

“Shit, Steve,” Eddie murmurs again, then suddenly freezes. “Wait, is it just that word? The two parts together? Or-”

Steve manages half a laugh. “You can say shit. It’s fine. Or bull. Just… together, it…”

“Got it,” Eddie nods. “Won’t say it.”

“But it’s stupid, I need to get over it-”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. Already erased from my mental dictionary. It’s no longer a word. What are we even talking about? There’s no word. Nothing there. Nope. What’s between, uh, bulls and bull… uh… whatever comes after that. There’s nothing between them.”

Steve’s laughing now, a real laugh that makes him feel weak, leaning further into Eddie’s arms. And Eddie’s laughing too, squeezing him a little, and even with the circumstances Steve doesn’t think he’s ever been so content.

“Thank you,” he murmurs when they both calm down. “That helped. A lot.”

“You’re welcome,” Eddie says happily. “You’re okay now?”

Steve grins wryly. “Still fucked in the head, but yeah. I think so.”

Eddie chuckles and leans back, still in Steve’s space but no longer holding him. “So, back to what we were talking about before. What kinda fucked in the head happened with the concussions?”

Steve shrugs. “Some things you’d expect. My memory’s pretty shit now. I get headaches, migraines sometimes. I can’t hear very well out of my left ear. I’ve learned to lip read, for the most part. It can be difficult in a crowded room sometimes, but it’s fine. I really am fine.”

Eddie smiles, shakes his head. “New normal?”

“New normal,” Steve agrees with a nod.

Eddie grins suddenly and stands. Steve mourns the loss of his touch, then immediately forces those thoughts back down. “So. We could go to bed.”

Steve raises a brow. “Or?”

“Or I could grab my lunchbox from the van.”

Steve laughs. “Think I’d prefer that option tonight.”

Eddie grins even wider and walks out, sauntering back in a minute later, lunchbox swinging from two fingers. “Get ready,” Eddie teases, and Steve laughs again.

“How much do I owe you?”

Eddie frowns like Steve had said elephants have purple polka dots. “Dude, no,” he says. “We’re getting high together.”

“Eds, c’mon, I know this stuff ain’t cheap.”

“Someone woulda smoked it anyways. Might as well be us. Tell you what, you find a lighter and we’re even.”

Steve looks at him, studies him for a second, then smiles and nods. “Deal.”

Pt 5

[imawh0r3-86]

Patching Up Mafia!Eddie After a Deal goes south

It is our lovely Evie AKA @funsonmunson-again’s birthday week! I believe I chose prompt number 13!

warnings: mentions of gun and knife violence, referral to blood, I think like two curse words, mentions of sex, my terrible writing.

You don’t know what’s going on. All you know is that it’s too late for this shit. It’s nearly 3 am and Eddie hasn’t come home. 3 am and you’re restless, having made your 3rd cup of coffee (Honestly it was sugar. Not a caffeine rush.). 3 am and the dogs haven’t stopped following you around, sensing your worry. Cerberus, the newest addition, is whimpering and you’ve tripped over him too many times to count or care.

You’re sure you’ve worn a hole in the kitchen floor with how many times you’ve paced it. A new wave of exhaustion hits you as you cradle your warm mug and you go to sit on the couch across the room, drawing your legs close to your chest. Cerberus comes to sit on your lap and Vecna rests his long nose on your knee.

You can’t stop thinking of all that might have happened to keep Eddie away. What if he’s hurt? Caught? You try not to think about any other implication of that, but of course sitting here, in his house, pictures of he and you in the most strategic places so no visitors could see, his dogs at your feet just trying to understand what was wrong, that plan obviously failed. Your face crumpled and hot tears streamed down your makeup-from-the-morning-before covered cheeks, your cat coming out of one of her many hiding places to curl up on your shoulders. You cry until your tears run dry, mourning what you don’t even know. Then the drowse overtaking you with the warmth of the animals and the hot drink running through you.

You sleep for what felt like 5 minutes, being woken up by the dogs barking and gravel crunching in the driveway, you keep your eyes shut, still trying to comprehend where you are, you hear the door open and close, the alarm beeping loudly before the code is punched in and the door locks.

“Hey boys, sorry I messed up your sleep schedule huh?” You hear his voice, whispering into the still light kitchen. You sit up and see the blood drops trailing along as Eddie walks around, opening cabinets in the kitchen and breaking the seal on a new bottle of bourbon. He’s not noticed you yet.

Diablo is the first to decide that it’s just dad and that you’re still better and saunters back over, nails clicking on the hardwood floor. “Ed?” you called quietly. You see him jump in surprise, instinctively reaching for his piece before noticing it’s you, his broad frame drooping noticeably as he walks over to you, stripping his harness and leg holsters, all the heavy weaponry dropping to the floor, spooking the cat.

You stand, an emotionless look spread on your face, tears of joy filling your eyes just to know he’s alive, standing in front of you, regardless of how hurt he is.

You open your arms and Eddie all but melts, curling his body over yours and wincing as he bent to nuzzle his face in your neck.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me Princess.” He mumbles right into your ear, you can hear his ragged breath under the skin of his tattooed chest.

You pull away from him in surprise, he winces at that too.

“Really? You think I’m not gonna wait up for you when you said you would be home 4. Hours. Ago.” You cross your arms and glare at him.

“Baby’m sorry it’s a new gang, they’re big and it’s- it doesn’t matter baby. Can we please go to sleep now?” He sounds so tired, his voice cracking from overuse.

This causes your gaze and heart to soften and you lead him upstairs.

You crawl into bed expecting him to just throw off his clothes and crawl in with you. But he doesn’t. He looks winded from the simple walk up the stairs, running his hand through his hair before undoing the velcro of his bulletproof vest and peeling it off, face crumpling in pain as he pulls it over his head and starts to unbutton his shirt.

He walks into the bathroom, Cerberus following him and nosing at his hand. Eddie sighs and rubs the puppy’s neck, his collar jangling.

You realize then just now exhausted Eddie must be, it’s how rigid his stance is, that makes you get up and stand next to him as he looks himself in the large mirror, peeling his shirt off to reveal a dark bruise on the side of his abdomen, a bullet shaped crater straight in the middle. He raised his arm and jabbed at it with a finger and hissed loudly.

“Fuckin HELL.” Ed bounced on his heels at the jutting pain.

“Baby that’s what you DON’T do are you tryin’ to hurt yourself more than you already are? What did you do, get shot??” You stepped closer to him and turned his body your way. You see several of the same bruises across his chest and a makeshift bandage made of blue surgical towel on his shoulder.

“Can you not tell by the bullet shaped divots?” He said unenthusiastically, staring down at you with unshed tears of exhaustion and pain in his calf-brown eyes.

|“Oh don’t be such a baby, you’ve had worse.” You feel comfortable enough to joke now that you know you’re boyfriend is not dead in an alleyway with coke in his pocket.

“Kitten, you couldn’t even take the judo flip I gave you yesterday.” Eddie gives you a pointed look while you bend over to get the first aid kit out of the cabinet. He makes no secret of ogling your ass in your PJ shorts, not even taking his eyes off of your hips and the way the tight fabric cups you in just the right place, in your looney tunes shorts mind you, when you turn around.

“Really? You must not be that hurt if you can still stare.” You put your hand on your hip with the kit in the other, eyes narrowed.

"C'mon baby, it's here that's hurt not my eyes!" He gestured down with his bruised hand. You roll your eyes and sit on the counter, beckoning him over to you.

"Kitten, you're really asking for it right now-" He starts with a chuckle, but is cut off by the light pop to his mouth, made by your hand.

"You're the patient. I'm the master." You use the latter word very suggestively and he definitely notices, what with the sudden huff he makes as he comes to stand in between your legs.

You push him back so you can see to pull the makeshift bandage off, revealing a rather gnarly-looking stab wound that had mostly patched itself over already. You look at him with sad eyes, because you can't imagine how much all of these bruises and knicks on his pretty porcelain body must ache and what he went through to get them all.

"What happened?" You say quietly while rubbing an alcohol wipe on the wound before putting a real bandage on it.

"Don't worry about it baby, alright?" He hisses when you poke at one of the bruises. "And leave those alone I'm begging you." Eddie cups your face and shakes it while he says this, his pretty face pleading.

You press a kiss to his nose and drop your hands.

"I can't do anything about those, so I guess you have to let them do their thing." You run your hand down his head to the hair tie holding in his tangled mane, pulling it loose and rubbing his roots.

He nods and steps back so you can get down and follow him to bed.

As you snuggle under the covers, you can't help but be grateful. Grateful for Eddie, for these killing-machine dogs that you love so much laying at the foot of your bed, for the ball of a white cat staring at you in the dark from the highest shelf in the room, for everything.

You and Eddie don't fall into your regular snuggling situation, since spooning would hurt, so you settle for throwing your leg over his and facing him, running your hands over his cheekbone as his breath evens into relaxation but not quite sleep.

"Ed?" You whisper, nearly straight into his ear.

He grumbles in response, his heavy eyelids barely fluttering.

"Please don't do that again.." You give a few butterfly kisses to the junction between his jaw and neck.

"I promise, honey." Eddie scoots a little closer to you, further wrapping his thick arms around what he can reach with the position.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Kitten."

[rip-us-xoxo]

Fred Jr.- Fred Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted JANUARY 16, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- FLUFFFF, also talks about Fred almost dying but we all know that that never happened :)

A/n- This is based off of this post by @/wand3ringr0s3 and also thank you to @/whizboingies for coming up with the imagine idea! And thank you to you both for letting me write this!💛💛

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Fred’s POV

For 11 years of Fred’s life, Fred slept with a teddy bear, Fred Jr. was his name. 

But the moment Fred went off to Hogwarts, he declared he was too big to sleep with stuffed animals and threw Fred Jr. under his bed at the burrow, leaving him to collect dust for 9 years. 

But, the day after Fred got out of St. Mungo’s after being 1 inch from death, he went back to the burrow to revisit where he lived as a child, trying to find as many happy memories as possible to overshadow the traumatic ones from the Second Wizarding War. 

That’s when he found Fred Jr., the bear who gave him comfort for half of his life. He took Fred Jr. along with other things from his room and brought it back to their apartment above Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, just for the reason that he needed a few happy memories with him at all times. 

They had gotten back to their apartment late that night, so Fred didn’t bother unpacking the box of memories, rather leaving them on the floor next to his bed. 

That night though, his thoughts were dark and sleep just wouldn’t come to him, no matter how many times he tried to shut his eyes as tight as he possibly could. And after it hit around 2 in the morning, 3 hours of tossing and turning, he looked at the box next to him. The moonlight lit the box of memories, showing Fred Jr.’s beaded eyes. 

Fred reached over, grabbed the stuffed animal and squeezed him between his arms, hoping that with the bear that gave him comfort all through his childhood would give him comfort once more, 9 years later. His hopes came true and within 5 minutes, Fred was out like a light. 

After a month of sleeping with Fred Jr. in secret, Fred had overslept on a work day, causing George to finally catch him. 

“Sleeping with a teddy bear? How childish is that?” George laughed making Fred jolt awake from his sleep, clutching onto Fred Jr. tightly. “What?” Fred asked sleepily and rubbed his eyes before letting out a loud yawn. 

“Oh my godric, is that Fred Jr.!?” George exclaimed, now getting a closer look. “Uh, yeah? What about him?” Fred asked defensively, sitting up against the headboard. 

“You haven’t slept with him since you were 11, why now?” George questioned and crossed his arms. “Almost dying messes up your sleep schedule, so I’m sleeping with Fred Jr. to help me sleep at a normal time, alright?” Fred explained with a harsh tone. 

George put his hands up in defense and sat on the bed next to Fred, taking Fred Jr. from Fred’s hands. “Hey buddy, I haven’t seen you since your father threw you under the bed,” George mused, earning himself a smack on the side of the head from Fred, “Alright I think that’s enough,” Fred growled and snatched Fred Jr. back, “Now let us go back to sleep!”. 

“That’s actually why I came in here, we have to be down in 5 minutes. So hurry your arse up,”  George told him and walked out of Fred’s room. 

Fred’s eyes widened as he scurried out of bed and got ready before rushing down to the shop, completely forgetting about Fred Jr. in his arms. 

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath when he realized how many people were in his shop, he didn’t have any time to go back up to the flat and put Fred Jr. back. “Uuuh,” he panicked and looked around for somewhere to put him, he didn’t want to lose Fred Jr., that would not be a good start to his morning. 

After a quick second of thinking, a lightbulb went off in his head. He grabbed his wand and muttered a spell that dressed Fred Jr. in an outfit that matched his. “Perfect!” Fred chuckled and walked up to the counter, placing Fred Jr. right by the cash register. 

“Why are you placing a teddy bear there Mr. Weasley?” Verity asked Fred, laughing a bit at the matching outfits. “Didn’t have enough time to go put him back in my room, so Fred Jr. is just going to have to stay here for today,” Fred proclaimed. 

Well, his one-time-stay turned into every day, and everyday more and more children and parents got to be graced with the presence of the oh-so handsome (according to Fred) Fred Jr. But one day, Fred Jr. wasn’t just good for his dashing looks, he was the soother for a 5 year old little boy who had lost his mother in the afternoon busyness of the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. 

“Shh, it’s alright. Don’t worry, we’ll find your mom,” Fred told the boy and held out his hand for him to take. The boy squeezed Fred Jr. a little tighter and took Fred’s hand and they started walking around the shop. 

Fred asked everyone if the little boy was their child, but after 15 minutes of looking, there was no sign of the little lad’s mom. 

“I’m sorry little guy, it looks like your mo-”, “Nathan Y/l/n! There you are!” he heard someone exclaim. He turned around to see a lady who looked oddly familiar running their way. 

“Mommy!” the boy cheered and let go of Fred’s hand, running toward his mother to collide with her and they gave each other a ginormous hug. 

After they shared a few words of relief with each other, the lady looked up to see Fred still standing there. She stood up and walked toward him, she knew exactly who he was, and frankly, after a few seconds of studying her face, Fred did too. 

“Fred Weasley,”

“Y/n Y/l/n,”

“I haven’t seen you since Hogwarts!” Y/n exclaimed and gave him a hug. Fred’s heart fluttered and he hugged her back. “Thank you so much for finding my son, you have no idea how grateful I am,” she told him and squeezed him tighter, staying there for a few seconds, and pulling away. 

Fred checked Y/n’s left hand quickly “No ring,” he thought, his heartbeat quickening. “Well, I’m glad I could help,” Fred said charmingly and gave his signature smile, making Y/n swoon. 

“Who’s this little guy?” Y/n asked Nathan and pointed to Fred Jr. “This is Fred Jr.!” Nathan exclaimed and handed him to her. “Hm, interesting,” she giggled while she looked over at Fred, who looked mortified. 

Fred may or may not have had a small crush on Y/n all throughout Hogwarts and always acted tough to try and impress her. But now, his tough guy persona is gone now that Y/n knows he has a stuffed animal. 

“Don’t worry,” she cut off Fred’s thoughts and walked toward him, “I find it cute,” she whispered in his ear and handed Fred the teddy bear, giggling once more. Fred’s face went scarlet as he shyly looked down at his feet. 

“There you are!” George exclaimed and walked toward Fred, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he then looked next to Fred, “Y/n?”. “George!” she beamed and they both shared a quick hug. 

“I see you’ve met Fred Jr.,” George chuckled and pointed to the bear in Fred’s arms. After you and George both laughed, he noticed his twin brothers state and smirked, “Well, I’ll let you two love birds get back to it.”. 

Fred’s eyes widened and looked in your eyes, making you blush slightly. “Uh, well, I better get going,” you told him quietly and held your hand out for Nathan, starting to walk away. 

“Wait!” Fred practically screamed out, making you snap your head around, “W-Would you want to go to dinner tonight? There’s a really good restaurant just around the corner.”. 

You smiled bashfully at his offer and nodded your head, “I’d like that.”. He watched as you walked away, a stupid grin across his face. 

Fred then looked down at the stuffed animal that has helped him so much throughout his life and who also just scored him a date with his crush of 12 years. 

“Thanks Fred Jr., you’ve done it again, little buddy.”.

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xoxo

[sugolara]

𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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When the sun arrived, Katsuki and Shoto knew that Izuku and F/n weren’t coming after they heard gunshots. They feared the worst and instead of their death plaguing their thoughts they both left the van and made their way to where Izuku and F/n were last seen.

They had little hope of finding them when Shoto nudged Katsuki and pointed to the ground where a gun that Shoto gave Izuku was laying. With a solemn face, they continued their way.

“You think they might still be alive?” Shoto said as he wiped some blood off his cheeks.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki grumbled, his eyes searching the ground for footprints. He then looked up with an annoyed look as there were too many footprints from the dead. 

He was glad that F/n had taught him while they were on the road, before they saw Shoto.

“You see that.” F/n pointed to the ground, “You see how the footprints are all scattered?”

Katsuki nods, “What is it?”

“You tell me.” She said and looked at Katsuki.

The blonde rolled his eyes at her and stared at the footprints intently, “An animal? No…it's the dead.”

 He looked up at her and grinned when she nodded. “Damn, I'm getting pretty good at this. Pretty soon me and Deku won’t need you.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” F/n rolled her eyes as she smiled. She then walked a few steps ahead and stopped before pointing back at the ground, “What do you think that is?” 

Katsuki hummed as he looked at it, “Well, the steps seem calm and it seems like they’re not all over the place so,” he then glared at F/n, “How do you expect me to learn when Deku’s the one who's making these damn prints!?” 

F/n crossed her arms, “You got to know the difference from a human and the dead. And besides, it’s not just Izuku’s steps. It’s mine as well. Do you see how the prints go over each other?” 

His mind was brought back when he and Shoto stopped near a river. They watched as a few rotters tried to move but they seemed to be stuck.

“We should go over.” Shoto said and began to move into the river, “Maybe they made it to the other side.”

He shivered as the cold water went up to his hips, he held the duffel bag of ammo so it wouldn't get wet. Katsuki followed behind as he to shivered from the water.

When they made it on land, Katsuki’s eyes widened as he saw rushing footprints, “Someone’s nearby.”

“Where?” Shoto said as he held his gun and looked around.

“Come on.” Katsuki said and followed the footprints, “Maybe Deku or F/n is around. One of them passed the river.”

“What makes you so sure?” The dual-haired male said as he looked at the footprints, “Those could be anybody’s.”

“Have a little faith, will you?” Katsuki scoffed, “None of this shit would have happened if you went with them. Everything would’ve been fine.”

“You weren’t planning on coming.” Shoto responded as he glared at the blonde, “I’m not dense. I knew and even Izuku knew you were planning on dying in order for us to be safe. Everything wouldn’t have been fine.”

He looked ahead, “And I do have faith. But the chances of ever seeing them again when we don’t even know if they’re still out here is little. I’m just stating the obvious.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and continued forward until the footprints died down and other footprints–the dead–were on top of it. He felt frustrated as they exited the forest and entered a broken gated community. 

“Maybe one of them is here.” Shoto said and marched forward. 

“Maybe.” Katsuki whispered and followed after Shoto. 

With little help, they both threw their duffel bags to the other side and pulled themselves up onto the brick walls. They jumped down and picked up their bags before walking further. 

It felt eerie the more they walked into the town. It was so quiet that they swore they could hear their shuffling footsteps echoing through the town. They did find it odd that there seemed to be no rotters roaming.

“That's strange that there’s no dead.” Shoto looked at every house they passed. He found most of them boarded up with planks and chains. 

“Someone might have already claimed this as their own.” Katsuki thought as he also noticed the houses boarded up. 

Shoto stopped as he looked at a two story house that wasn’t sealed, “We should check this place out. See if someone left food.”

Katsuki looked up at the house, his gun cocking, “Okay.”

Opening and closing the door, they separated and watched their steps. Their ears listened to any movement that wasn’t them. While Katsuki was downstairs, Shoto headed upstairs. 

He silently cursed the floorboards that creaked underneath him with every step he made. He kept his gun lowered as he opened every door. He would ransack the room and check possible hiding spots but he sighed as he found nothing.

Running his hands over his face, he let out a frustrated groan and kicked a few boxes nearby. He stomped on them until they were flat or unproportional. He sat down and stared at his hand.

He felt so disappointed and ashamed with himself for not arguing and coming up with a different plan back at the van. If he had, then Izuku and F/n would still be here and they would still be a group.

Now, all he thought about was that one day he would see their rotting corpses trying to eat him. 

He let out a sigh and stared at nothing. That was until his eyes caught a latch underneath some hanged clothes. Bewilder, he opened it, a few creaks echoed in the closet. His eyebrows raised as he pulled out a corn canned food. 

“Better than nothing.” He then made his way downstairs where he saw Katsuki sitting in the with a bored look, “Found something.”

The blonde looked up at him, “Great. Fucking corn. Exactly what we need.”

The other male rolled his eyes and sat down. He pulled out his knuckle knife and began to open the can. The two sat in the small kitchen, their own thoughts and hope plaguing their minds. 

[toki-is-the-king]

More Dethklok headcanons:

How I imagine each of their morning routines go.

•Nathan: Nathan likes his routine. He’s a a regular guy. If he’s not waking up screaming from a night long prophetic nightmare, he usually gets up around the same time every day, unless he’s hungover or feeling lazy. He strikes me as the type to go shower, then grabs the outfit he wore the previous day, sniff it, and then put it back on. He pretty much wears the same shit each day and choosing an outfit wastes time, in his opinion. If he doesn’t have to go anywhere then he just goes to the kitchen in his boxers and robe to drink from the milk carton. Then he likes to read the news paper, while wearing his glasses, and drinking his black coffee. He stares into the void for awhile, not talking, just clearing his throat or grunting while making a mental check list of what he needs to get done that day. I think Nathan tries his best out of everyone to be organized, the best he can at least. Nathan is one of those guys that would have a stupid mug that says ‘don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee’ or ‘not a morning person’. Some dumb Spencer’s type of shitty mug.The guys got it for him as a joke but he uses it anyway.

•Pickles: Pickles wakes up hungover, surrounded by beer cans, probably passed out behind the couch or in some really weird position that hurts his neck. He sits and stares at the wall for a few minutes, gets up to go puke, then heads to the kitchen to search for more beer. Pickles never learns, or he just doesn’t care. Charles just stands there shaking his head. Pickles has a bed but he hardly wakes up in it. He falls asleep in bed a lot and then finds himself passed out somewhere random, usually on the floor in the living room or his bathroom. He never remembers too much of the previous night and that’s okay. He likes blacking out. He doesn’t usually eat breakfast when he has a hangover and just finds random snacks to munch on until he feels a little better.

•Murderface: The first and I mean very first thing Murderface does when his eyes open each morning is jack off (with his bass playing hand). Then after a round of that he turns on the tv. Sometime later he probably joins Pickles who’s sitting at the table in his underwear. Murderface likes to have breakfast even if no one else is, so he has Jean Pierre cook him something right away. Murderface usually sits at the table, stabbing away at the surface with his knife, and talks at whoever is up. Pickles, who’s too hungover to even comprehend what he’s saying, and Nathan, who’s sitting off to the side silently doing a cross word puzzle. Murderface doesn’t care if they aren’t listening, he just likes to talk and hates awkward silences. When Nathan is done with the newspaper Murderface asks for it so he can read the obituaries. “I jusht like to schee who’s died lately…you know, caush I’m up at the crack of dawn, living my life, and they’re jusht dead! Ha! Fuck em!”

•Toki: When Toki wakes up, he always checks his Dethphone to see if he has any missed calls or messages from Dr Rockso. Toki likes to take those dumb morning selfies and send them to the Dethklok group chat. He usually says the same thing every time like ‘just workes up! Good mornings!’ and only Charles or Nathan responds because it’s so early. Toki wakes up the earliest because his body is used to it. As a child he had to be up before the sun in order to begin the family chores, so I feel like he’s usually up and going long before everyone else. He also can’t fall back asleep unless he’s hungover. Toki likes to have some quiet time with just himself for awhile, working on his model airplanes or coloring. He loves the guys but sometimes he likes to be by himself where it’s quiet and no one’s arguing. I think he also talks to himself or to his stuffed animals while he’s building his models, telling them about his nightmares or what he wants to do that day. Sometimes he just goes on rants and feels better afterwards. “Man I reallys hopes Dr Rockso nots in the slammer again! I donts know what’s to tells that guy! He nevers listens to Toki! I just tries to helps him cause he ams my friend!” Toki also has to take his insulin, which he’s gotten the hang of now since Charles instructed him to do it. He hardly misses a shot, knowing he feels better if he takes them. Sometimes though he can’t resist those sugary kid’s cereals and he’ll eat a big bowl of cereal and then take his insulin right away. He knows it’s risky but he likes sugar too much. The guys all stand there staring at him, making sure he doesn’t go into a diabetic coma. Murderface will wait around just a little longer than everyone else, you know just in case ‘hambuger time’ happens.

•Skwisgaar also gets up early. When he’s waking up alone and not in the company of the women who sleep over, he likes to get out of bed right away so he doesn’t depress himself by lying there and staring at the ceiling, wasting precious time that could be spent practicing guitar. He goes and takes a piss, showers, then spends forever brushing his hair and doing some kind of skin routine, but he doesn’t let anyone else know. Dude literally hides his facial stuff and face masks so no one asks about them. If anyone does see them, he usually says something like one of the ladies he was seeing that night left it. “Oh ja, dis sluts from de nights before leaves alls her shit in my rooms…so I’s just keeps it for a reminders how goods dat ah sexual intimasky was that day. It’s likes a trophy.”After he finishes with his hair and stuff, Skwisgaar sits and practices guitar until his hands are sore. If he’s not hurting himself is he really playing to his full potential?! He has a weird obsession with outdoing himself from his last practice session, pressuring himself to be better and faster each time. If he can’t play the fastest he won’t be the best. He has to be the best. Once his hands are too sore it motivates him to leave his room so he doesn’t fall into a hole of self criticism over his guitar playing. When he’s around others he’s the biggest show off about how good he is at guitar and he knows it, but on occasion even he doubts himself. And being alone and second guessing himself can be too much first thing in the morning, so he joins the guys in the kitchen. He usually has black coffee like Nathan and probably toast or something.

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Captives of The Court - Chapter Six

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Chapter Six Word Count: 2834

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Six hours later, the Impala’s hood was cooling down in the parking lot of the Royal Wolf Resort just outside of Cromwell, Connecticut. Although parked outside of room twelve, Dean returned from the office with keys for room nine, a fact that only slightly annoyed him. Usually, he was better at guessing vacancies. 

Y/N was leaning against the side of the car, ankles crossed and duffle bags at her feet. Her laptop was propped up in one hand and she scrolled through research with the other, fingers deftly flying over the keys. 

Dean took a moment to appreciate the way her mouth twisted up so adorably while concentrating. 

“Find anything interesting?” he asked, slinking up beside her. 

She nodded, eyes wide with jestful excitement. “Oh yes. First of all, this motel is full of shit.” 

He licked his lips and tried not to laugh, locking a joke in the chamber. “Huh. You’d think it’d smell more…” 

Y/N side eyed him and laughed. “No. I mean- the name, you ass. It’s not a resort by any standard definition, barely even a motel, from the looks of it. And- there are no wolves in Connecticut, royal or otherwise.”

“None?” 

“Not one. They were hunted to extinction in the state back in the late 1700s.” 

Dean sighed and reached for the computer, gently closing the lid as he took it away. “You’ve dug too deep, Sweetheart. Time to pull up.” 

She turned towards him with a finger extended in warning. Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, mister. And don’t knock the research. Knowledge is power.” 

She leaned close and Dean sucked in a quick breath, suddenly very curious about how big the bed in room nine was. 

“Sure thing, doll-” he teased, over emphasizing the nickname, “but what use could you possibly have for knowing about the wolf population?” 

Y/N shrugged and licked her lips slowly, eyes drifting over his freckled face. “Distraction, mostly.” 

While his mind was racing onto other things, she snatched the keys from his hand and twirled away, heading towards the room. 

“Hey!”

“First shower’s mine,” she told him, looking back over her shoulder with a wink. “Grab the bags, will you?” 

While Y/N used up all the hot water for the entire twenty room motel, Dean busied himself with research, although he stayed away from articles pertaining to animal populations in favor of more relevant information. 

By the time the shower stopped, he’d already made two phone calls and set up an appointment with the town’s sheriff. 

When Y/N emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam with a skimpy towel wrapped around her breasts, he was carefully laying out a clean shirt and tie for himself. 

She groaned when she saw his suit jacket hanging from the doorknob. “Your suit? No.” 

Dean smoothed out his navy tie. “Yup. Get dressed. I’m gonna hop in the shower quick- hopefully I won’t freeze…” He cocked a brow and she shied away innocently. “We’ve got a one o’clock meeting at the station.” 

Y/N sighed. “Yeah, but- feds? Again? We always do feds. Can’t we spice it up a bit?”

He turned and faced her with a narrowed gaze that soon lightened as he watched a drop of water slide down her throat and disappear between her breasts. Quickly, he cleared his throat and head. “Feds. Suit up.” 

“What happened to laughing so we don’t cry? Keeping things interesting?”

He sighed. 

She twisted her lips and pondered. “What about… Oh! I can be a reporter from a Canadian newspaper who’s boss has really been riding her ass hard about deadlines and you’re my sad but strikingly handsome photographer partner who has been in love with me for years to no avail.” 

Dean bit his lip to hold in a laugh, keeping his face as stern as he could. “Feds.” 

“Or…” Y/N tried again, her eyes sparkling with ideas. “I’m an actress researching a role and there’s like a ton of Oscar buzz around it and you’re my bodyguard hired by the movie studio because some psycho has been stalking me and you’re secretly and uncontrollably in love with me.”  

He exhaled slowly, holding in the urge to grab her and kiss her stupid, toss her onto the bed and have his way until the alarm went off. He cleared his throat. “Feds.” 

“What if we’re bereft cousins from out of town who just really need to see the latest body so we can get spiritual closure. I’m a psychic who talks mainly to cocker spaniels and you’re my husband who only can commune with recently departed hummingbirds but we really want to try to contact our cousin’s spirit anyway just to, ya know, get closure.” 

His fingers were twitching to touch her and he leaned in close, eyes on her lips like they were his target. “Or… we can be federal agents who have access to everything and hardly anyone questions it.” His lips floated near hers but he pulled away at the last second, spinning around her and slapping her towel-covered ass. “Suit. Up.” 

She pouted. “But-”

“Put on your damned blazer and let’s get going. We can role play all freaking night if you want to, just please- get dressed.” 

“All night?” 

He popped his chin on her shoulder. “Yes.”

She chewed her lip. “Can I be a young and enthusiastic sports reporter who has to struggle to make it in a male dominated field and you're a strapping but aging ballplayer who just wants some damned respect and is secretly in love with me?”

Dean couldn’t hold it back any longer and tipped his head back with a heavy laugh. “Anything you want, baby.”

She wiggled her hips in victory and earned a goosing. “Oh! Home run, Mr. Winchester…” 

On the ride over to the sheriff’s Department, Y/N had done a quick search just to see who they were going to be dealing with. Sheriff John Willard had been appointed over thirty years prior at the age of thirty-two, and while the youngest sheriff in the town’s history, he was also the most well liked. 

The person who greeted them didn’t quite look like a man pushing retirement age, and Y/N sat next to Dean, staring at the young, handsome man who claimed to be John Willard. 

He had a smile worth a million bucks and dimples to spare. Blond and blue eyed, she could see how the townspeople would appreciate such a man in power, but something wasn’t sitting right with her. She held her tongue, though, and let Dean take the lead. He wasn’t doing great- the Sheriff was being difficult. 

“So anyway, Sheriff, it’s been a long drive, and I hate to push it, but if we could just get a quick look at those files, we’ll be on our way and out of your hair in no time.” Dean turned up the charm, but it was clear he was barking up the wrong tree.

Sheriff Willard’s attention was fixed on Y/N. 

She smiled sweetly and leaned forward, giving him a tiny peek at what could be hiding below the string of fake pearls at her throat. 

“John,” she said, snagging her lip just a bit with a flirtatious smile. “May I call you John?” 

“You sure can,” he replied, clicking his tongue with interest and setting his forearms on his desk. He leaned in and set his gaze on her demourely painted lips. “And… what may I call you?” 

Dean huffed under his breath, clearly annoyed, but sat back, letting her do her thing.  

Y/N laughed coyly. “You can call me Agent Smyth.” 

He frowned. “So formal?” 

She forced a giggle. “Fine. Patti.”

“Patti…” He let her name roll off his tongue slowly and Dean gagged. “Much better.” 

Y/N made a play of squirming a bit in her seat, letting her tight gray skirt ride up a bit. “Now that we’re better… acquainted… John- do you think we could sneak a little peek at those files now? I’m just exhausted from the road. You’d be doing us- me- a huge favor.”

The Sheriff sat back and nodded, his eyes never leaving her for a second. “I’ll get my secretary right on that. Have her make some copies for you.” 

Y/N sat all the way forward, perching on the very edge of her chair, and lay a hand on the desk. “You’re the best. I knew we’d get along the moment I saw you.” 

John hummed and let his eyes drift from her face to the tiny, straining buttons of her blouse. 

“Oh!” Y/N straightened up and puckered her lips just so, making them plump and pliant. “Would also be really great if we could get down into the morgue and have a look around. Check out Mr.-” She paused to look down at her notes, pretending to be so distracted by his flirting that her job was at stake. “- Cooper’s remains. Just silly formalities, you know.”

She winked and John smiled. 

“Of course. I’ll call down and let them know you’re coming.” 

Satisfied, Y/N stood and reached for his hand. “You really are a big help, John. Thank you.” 

John stood as well. His hand was large and sweaty, and he wrapped his fingers too tightly around hers. 

“Glad I could help.” He didn’t let her go right away, lingering there and caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. 

Her skin crawled. 

“Maybe I can show you around town later. That is, if you’ve got time once the job’s done.” 

She hesitated, unsure of how to let him down and still retain his services should she need them later. 

Dean saved the day. He popped up and fixed the button on his suit jacket. “Dunno if we’ll be in town that long, but she’ll let you know.” 

Once outside and out of eyesight, Y/N shuddered, her entire body shaking with an unstoppable cringe. She set her hand on the hood of the Impala, steadying herself and taking a deep breath. 

“Well that was gross,” Dean commented, rounding the car with a cardboard box of files in hand. 

She gagged. “You have no idea.” Another shiver overtook her and she stuck her tongue out, forcing the bad feeling to leave. “Listen, I don’t know what’s what, but I do know something is up with that guy.” 

Dean popped the trunk. “Like what?” 

Y/N pulled the passenger door open. “I don’t know, but I mean- first of all- who hits on a fucking Federal Agent like that? And secondly- how the hell is that man almost sixty-five? He looks younger than you.” 

Dean frowned, annoyed dimples appearing above his lip. “Excuse me? I look fucking amazing.” 

“For your age, yeah.” 

“Did you just- call me- old?” 

She grinned and hopped into the car. 

“You’re lucky I like you,” he warned with a laugh before sliding in behind the wheel. “So, you got a bad feeling off the guy. You think we need to look into it?” 

She shrugged and looked out of the window at the police station. “Maybe? I don’t know. Just something to keep in the back of your head.” 

“Gotcha.” He turned the key in the engine. “Lunch then morgue?” 

YN gagged for the third time that day. “That’s gross.” 

Dean laughed. “Better than the other way around…” 

“You’re not wrong.” 

“Agent Henley, Agent Smyth. Sheriff told me you were stopping by.” 

The Chief Medical Examiner was far hotter than Y/N would have liked and much handsier than Dean would have expected. She whipped her long chestnut hair off of her shoulder and smiled, perfect blue eyes locked on Dean and his charmingly shy grin. She laid a delicate hand on Dean’s shoulder and took a step, leading him towards the examination table.

Y/N swallowed down a groan. “Ms. Parker-”

The woman jolted and sneered at Y/N over her shoulder. “That’s Dr. Parker, Agent,” she snit. “But you-” she turned back to Dean and winked. “Can call me Alice.” 

“Such a friendly town,” Y/N sighed, hanging back while Dean went to work. 

Dean licked his lips slowly and made a showing of dragging his plump bottom lip in between his teeth. It was a killer move and it seemed to work on the doctor. 

“So, what can you tell me about our man, here?” he asked, gesturing to the body on the table. 

Clark Cooper was laid out under a crisp white sheet, but Y/N could see, even from a few steps away, that he’d been carved up pretty good. Deep red lines peeked out from beneath the cover, and she squinted to get a better look. 

Alice let go of Dean’s arm and walked around the table. “Clark Cooper, twenty-nine. As of three weeks ago, he was in perfect health. They found him four days ago on the side of the road back behind Pritchard House. Just a mess. Very sad.” She pulled the sheet back and Dean leaned over the body, checking out the markings. 

He glanced up. “Cause of death?” 

Alice spent half a beat too long staring into green eyes. “Pneumothorax.”

Dean’s mouth twisted in question. 

Y/N stepped up behind him. “Really?” She leaned over and examined the body, almost pushing Dean aside. “His lung collapsed. Huh. Do you think it was from a fall or a crash? He seems to have lots of bruising-” 

The doctor sneered at Y/N. “I think it was from the multiple stab wounds he received.” Annoyed, she pointed at Cooper’s chest. Seven gashes were mixed in with the carved markings.

Y/N nodded. “Gotcha. And- what do you make of these markings? They were clearly made with a blade of some sort. Rather shallow cuts… probably not fatal.”

Alice sucked her teeth. “Again- he probably died from the multiple stab wounds.” 

Y/N straightened and tongued her cheek in a way that Dean recognized as her gearing up for a verbal altercation. 

He stepped in. 

“Alice,” he smiled and reached for her arm, turning her away from the body and YN’s ire. “Such a beautiful name. Tell me, what happened to his wife and the other couples that were found?” 

Y/N was already in the car by the time Dean managed to pry the good doctor’s manicured hand off of his arm. She was clicking away at her laptop, trying to match the strange markings to anything in her research folders. Nothing was coming up.

Dean slid into the driver’s seat and slunk down, resting his head on the back of the seat for a minute. 

“That was fun.”

She sniffed the air and a sickeningly flowery smell hit her nose. “You stink. What is that?” 

Dean sighed. “I think some of her perfume rubbed off on me.” 

Y/N cracked the window, cringing. “I don’t want to know what she was doing to rub anything off on you.” 

He laughed and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Trust me, I wasn’t enjoying it.” He closed his eyes, resting. “Something was odd about her. I can’t put my finger on it.” 

Y/N nodded. “She was too pretty to be a coroner… Have you ever seen a woman who looked like that locked away in a basement full of corpses? No.” 

“Yeah… she was pretty hot.” 

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that.” 

“Like you didn’t find the sheriff attractive.” 

She considered, shrugging. “He wasn’t… not hot. But still- something weird. They’re too…” 

“Yeah… Just too…” 

Silence fell while minds worked but neither could come up with an answer. 

Afternoon was in full swing and the town was alive. People walked arm in arm down the sparkling sidewalks, ducked into tiny stores, and generally moved about with smiling faces. 

Y/N stared out of the window and took it all in, watching the world move by. 

Everyone on the street looked strange. They were too happy, too… clean looking, too perky. 

“This town is creepy as fuck,” she mumbled. 

Dean, who had been watching a happy couple push a stroller across the street, shrugged. 

“Looks like an OK place to raise a family,” he replied. 

Y/N followed his gaze. “Dream on, Winchester.” 

He turned to look at her and reached across the bench seat. He lay his palm against her cheek and leaned in, hungry lips on a collision course with hers. “You don’t wanna have my baby?” he teased. 

Caught by the heat of his touch, Y/N gasped lightly and then coughed in his face, the perfume nearly choking her. 

The moment shattered into a million pieces and Dean fell back against the seat, hopelessly laughing at himself. 

“Holy shit- you need a shower,” she laughed, excusing herself to the opposite end of the seat. 

Dean plucked the lapel of his jacket upwards and sniffed at it, ultimately nodding in agreement. “Yeah. Let’s… rain check that kiss…” 

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Chapter 20 ~ Surprise surprise

Hidden Depths

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Genre: Fantasy whump

CW’s: not much really. brief mention of a minor character death? huh. congrats y’all. welcome to the first chapter I’ve posted here with no warnings :’) 

WC: 3046

In which there are a few surprises... shocker with that title, right?

AN: Really, in which I should've foreshadowed a certain something but never could figure out how exactly to pull it off. So, uh. That's why posting as you write is considered a first draft, yeah?

This is a bit of a filler chapter, I suppose, but I felt it was necessary so here you go. As a reward, you get some new curses from Carr. Enjoy lol.

Carr

Carr didn’t find Resh at the top of the hill. 

She spent what felt like hours searching every dip, every patch of shrub and undergrowth, growing increasingly worried as the light started to fade. It would be pitch-black in this forest long before the sun actually dipped below the horizon. 

Occasionally, she’d call out to Orla, less and less concerned about a bandit overhearing as there seemed to be nothing and no one around them. Birds and bugs and small animals began making their little noises again, which she took as a good sign. She thought. Wilderness wasn’t exactly her specialty. 

Small scratches and welts criss-crossed her exposed arms and hands, itchy, irritated evidence of her search efforts. 

Every time she climbed out of one hollow, she told herself he would be in the next. 

Or the next.

Or the next. 

“Are you done with this fruitless search yet?” a low, masculine voice asked. 

Shit! Who the fuck was that, and how hadn’t she noticed them? So much for the sounds of nature warning her. She crouched in the fucking thorn bush she’d been looking under, withdrawing her daggers. 

A man stepped out from behind a massive tree on the other side of the path, dressed in black from head to toe, and pushed a hand through thinning, light brown hair. 

Wait. Was that– 

“Brant? The fuck are you doin here?” Carr asked incredulously. She couldn’t think of one godsdamned reason Nykim’s second would be here, in the fucking forest so far from the city. 

He gave her a look. The same one he shot the vermin back home when they’d fucked up, insinuating with his glare just how fucking dead they’d be if they’d tried whatever they’d done anywhere else.

“You telling me you didn’t know I’ve been following you since you left? Seriously?” 

Carr gaped, her mind automatically circling back around. She’d been a little too concerned about other things to pay that much attention–hadn’t thought she needed to. Shit, how much did Brant know? She hadn’t been binding her chest; it was uncomfortable as fuck when they just sat around in a carriage most of the time. Did it even matter if he did know? 

Brant shook his head and crossed the path. He extended a hand, which Carr just stared at, confused. 

“I’m disappointed you didn’t notice, Carr. Now take my damned hand unless you want to continue slicing yourself up getting out of those thorns on your own.” 

Her heart actually sank at the criticism until she remembered she wasn’t fucking vermin anymore. She sheathed her knives and slapped her palm in Brant’s hand with more force than was strictly necessary. 

“Don’t give a fuck,” she muttered as Brant bodily lifted her out of the thorn bush. Show off. “You gonna answer my question?” 

Brant ignored her, crossing his muscular arms while she brushed herself off. “I know where the bandit camp is. They got the boy, if that’s who you’re looking for.” He scratched his head at that. “Although, wasn’t there a little girl with you?” 

Fuck, Orla. Carr gave Brant a sideways glance and rushed over to where she’d climbed up. It was getting late, and the ravine was pretty shadowed. Luckily, she didn’t have to look far, as the girl was already halfway up the hill. The fuck–how was she doing that? 

Sweating a little–the fall from the girl’s current height would not be pleasant–Carr reached out with earth… only to find that Orla was already using the element herself. Huh. Carr rocked back on her heels, realizing only then that she had no clue what elemental abilities Resh’s sister possessed. Well, she knew one now, anyway. 

When Orla got close enough, Carr grasped her hand and helped her the rest of the way up. 

“Anything?” Orla gasped, hunching over her knees. 

Instead of answering–because what she was doing was answer enough, wasn’t it?–Carr turned back to Brant. 

“You saw him?” She thought her knees might buckle when Brant nodded, but she locked them and took a deep breath. “Take me there. Now.”

“Carr–”

“Don’t ‘Carr’ me,” she snapped. 

Brant stepped into her space, snarling as he glared down at her. “I still outrank you. Don’t interrupt.” 

She backed down for a moment, the response ingrained after a decade of following the pack’s chain of command. But then her gaze sharpened. “I’m not part of the pack anymore. You can’t outrank me. Take. Me. To. Him.” 

“I won’t get in the way,” Orla’s soft voice interrupted. 

Carr twisted at the same time as Brant, the pair of them peering at the child they’d already forgotten. Fuck. 

“You’re gonna need backup,” Brant said, stepping back. “There’s too many, is what I wanted to tell you before you started ordering me around. Could send her.” 

“Is there even a town close enough for that? A town, mind you, with a fuckin guard.” Carr scrubbed her hands over her face. Shit, could she even send the girl? By herself? 

“There is,” he said slowly, like he didn’t think she’d like the answer. Paper crinkled as Nykim’s second pulled a map out of his pocket and held it under one of the last beams of dying light. 

Orla and Carr crowded around him. 

“Here.” Brant pointed to a triangle with a name over it that Carr couldn’t yet read beyond its initial letter. “We’re about half a day’s ride from the forest’s edge, and Hallin is roughly a day’s ride from there.” 

He was right–she didn’t like it. 

“That’s three days turnaround, and that’s if they come right away, no questions asked.” Carr sighed. “I can’t wait that long, Brant. I won’t.”

“You will if you don’t want to die.” Brant folded up the map and glared at her, but she just pursed her lips, so he turned to Orla. 

“Hello there. My name’s Brant. I work… used to work with Carr.”

“Nice to meet you,” Orla said primly, looking at him like he was daft. 

Carr snorted. “Pretty sure she’s figured that out already. Kid’s smart like that. Saw me talkin instead of stabbin, you know?” 

He cleared his throat. “Alright then. Guess the real question is, can she ride?” 

They both turned to look at her. Shit, she was a city kid. On top of that, she would’ve been… what, nine or something when she’d lost everything? Carr had no idea how long she’d been ill prior to that. She held her breath, watching as the girl considered. 

“Not very well,” Orla finally admitted, wringing her hands together. “The queen… she wanted me to learn to ride like a lady. I had a couple of lessons, but…” 

“It’s okay,” Carr said, but the girl’s eyes welled anyway. 

Shit. How did one comfort a child? Most people liked to be touched, Carr had noticed, so she reached out and placed her hand on top of Orla’s soft brown curls. 

The tears overflowed, tracking silently down the girl’s face while she stared up at Carr with her big doe eyes. 

Oh no. She’d fucked it up. Carr snatched her hand back and turned to Brant; he dealt with the vermin–maybe he knew? But the man just shrugged, looking about as freaked out as she felt. Great. 

While she was trying to think of something, thin arms wrapped around Carr’s waist, about stopping her heart. 

Just Orla, Carr told her rapid heartbeat, holding her hands awkwardly off to the side to give the girl room. 

Resh’s sister promptly buried her head in Carr’s chest, her shoulders shaking. Everything was catching up with her, most like. Brant started pantomiming behind her, but Carr was already moving, placing one hand on the girl’s head and the other around her shoulders. A hug. She should’ve thought of that to start. 

“I’m sorry,” Orla babbled into her shirt, her voice muffled by the fabric. “I’m in the way, I-I can’t go for help, I’m…” Great gulping sobs cut off the rest of what she was trying to say. 

“Shhh,” Carr said, stroking her hair stiffly. What did you say to something like that? Orla was in the way. Everything she said was true, but it wasn’t her fault. She was just a kid. 

She was only twelve. Of course, at twelve, Carr had been anything but a kid. She wasn’t truly sure she’d ever had the chance to be one; kinda hard when one scrounged on the streets for years before joining a pack at the tender age of ten. But she’d heard the saying before and was pretty sure it applied to someone like Orla. Someone who’d grown up with people who loved them, someone who’d never hurt another person in their life. Someone innocent. 

Brant bent to pluck a stem of grass, the movement catching Carr’s eye as he stuck it in his mouth and chewed, appearing deep in thought.

“Whatcha thinkin?” Carr swayed gently from side to side, still holding Orla, who stiffened at her question. 

“You could ride to Hallin with the kid,” Brant said, “fetch help while I keep an eye on the camp.” 

Carr scoffed. “You’re insane if you think I’m leavin. You take Orla to Hallin, and I’ll keep an eye on the camp.” An eye, and a hand, and a dozen knives, maybe, but he didn’t need to know that. 

He raised a skeptical eyebrow, proving that he probably already did know that. What the fuck ever. 

“How about… we go check out the camp before we make any decisions.”  

It was Carr’s turn to raise an eyebrow. 

“We won’t get close enough for the girl to be in any danger. Just close enough for you to see what a shit idea it is to do anything before the guard gets here,” Brant continued, twirling the grass stem in his fingers, one end chewed down to a nub. 

Orla’s crying had quieted, but she still hadn’t released Carr’s middle. She appeared to be listening, her muscles taut with tension. 

It–wasn’t the worst idea. Carr sighed and nodded. “Fine. But then you take her and go.” 

Brant flicked the stem away. “Follow me.” 

~~~

Carr stared down into what should’ve been nothing more than a fly-infested piss trap and cursed under her breath. 

Brant was a godsdamn cumguzzling cockweasel. But he was also right. 

That didn’t mean she had to like it. Son of a buggering fuckbag. Fucking shit. 

They’d left Orla several yards behind them with the horse. Still within eyesight–or what was left of it anyway, with the rapid approach of nightfall–but marginally safer than creeping in on the boundaries of the bandit’s camp. 

Camp, hah. 

A full-ass fucking village was more like it. 

Maybe it had once been a camp, set up on the banks of a small lake in a clearing at the base of two tree-covered hills. The forest surrounded the clearing on all sides; anyone who didn’t know this was here would stumble into the open area and find themselves surrounded by the resident bandits… and their families? 

There were still plenty of tents set up. But there were also a few cabins, with evidence of more being built. These bandits were turning this place into a permanent camp. 

Because of course they were. Godsdamned cuntknuckles. She clenched her hands into fists, stewing inside. 

“So,” Brant said softly from where he crouched beside her, “are you still eager to go storming into this place, or will you wait for backup?” 

A noncommittal grunt was Carr’s only answer as she scrubbed a hand over her face, wincing as her fingers brushed over the cut on her brow. Fuck. 

She sensed more than saw Brant roll his eyes. 

“The kid and I need to leave. You should find a place to rest–you’ll need more light to case the place properly.” 

She grunted again, an affirmation behind the sound, and began picking her way through the brush back to Orla, Brant following her lead. Some light still fell on the bandit’s valley, but beneath the trees were nothing but ever-deepening shadows. 

“Did you see him?” Orla whispered when they got closer. “Is he okay?” 

Carr wrinkled her nose. “No. Actually…” She turned, squinting at Brant as he rose and strode towards his horse. “How do you know Resh is in the camp?” 

The horse whinnied as Brant stroked the animal’s muzzle, and it began nuzzling at the second’s pockets. He pulled a root vegetable out, allowing the horse to snatch it from his palm. 

“After you crashed, I hung back while the bandits found a way down into that ravine and raided the remains of your carriage. They already had Resh slung over one of their horses; he was unconscious but had to be alive, or why would they bother? Then I trailed them to that valley before I returned to see how you had fared. He’s in there somewhere. In what state, I couldn’t say.” 

There was a strange buzzing in Carr’s ears; she shook her head violently, trying to get rid of it, which only served to disorient her. Gods. Squeezing her eyes closed, she crouched and rubbed her aching temples. This wasn’t happening again. Why was this happening again? Hadn’t he been through enough? 

Her world narrowed to the tightness of her throat, her wildly beating heart, her breath sawing in and out in short bursts. Stars burst behind her closed eyelids, and she… she didn’t have time for this. Couldn’t panic like this in front of Brant and Orla. So she forced herself to hold her next breath, letting it out slowly, counting in her head. 

After a moment, she stood back up, feeling light-headed but steady. Steady enough, anyway. “Hit my head,” she said by way of explanation, feeling the way their gazes lingered on her. 

Brant’s expression was skeptical, but he played along. “You aren’t in top form after that crash. Be careful and don’t do anything stupid. Your lover won’t thank you if you get captured or killed trying to rescue him.” 

“Not my lover,” Carr automatically said, but her gut clenched at the denial. He wasn’t–but he was something. Something she had no name for. 

“Sure.” The sarcasm was thick in Brant’s voice, but he turned away to help Orla into the saddle, encouraging her to ride astride rather than sidesaddle. After some protests over the way her skirts rode up to her thighs, Brant got her comfortable and then took the reins in hand. 

“Take care of her,” Carr said sharply as he started walking away, guiding the horse. 

There was a barely visible nod and a wave from Orla before they disappeared into the false twilight beneath the canopy. 

Carr’s stomach twisted as she crept back onto the ledge they’d used to spy on the bandit’s camp. She’d study the place for a little longer, then find someplace safe to rest for a few hours. 

~~~

The next morning found Carr back where she’d started, munching on some sweetroots found using elemental earth and rinsed in a stream on her way there. 

What she witnessed in the bandit camp as she watched their early morning activity made no sense. 

A light-haired woman with a babe strapped to her back made rounds of the tents and cabins, carrying a large basket that appeared to grow heavier and heavier. When she’d nearly finished, a large man dressed in patchwork leathers approached and snatched the basket from her arms, carrying it down to the shore of the lake, the woman appearing to scold him from behind. He put the basket down, then pulled her into an embrace, kissing her, then the babe before taking his leave. 

The night watch filtered in from the fringe of the forest surrounding the camp, joking with their yawning replacements. 

Several more children appeared, some playing, some helping as men and women alike began working around the valley. There were several small patches of land where it looked like they were growing crops. What looked like a fucking blacksmith fired up a forge. Over to the side was a lean-to serving as a stable for several horses, some of whom were being brushed down while the others roamed a fenced-in portion of the valley, grazing. 

The place looked idyllic. Carr wouldn’t have realized it was a bandit camp if she hadn’t known in advance. 

But these fuckers were bandits. They’d attacked them, uncaring if any of the people they were robbing survived. The carriage driver certainly hadn’t; Carr had caught sight of his body while searching for Resh. 

They’d taken Resh. 

Why? She couldn’t figure it out. Why would they take an outsider into this community they were trying to build and maintain, risking its security? 

Her eyes darted around the camp, noting small details here and there. She would need to move to a different position soon, observe from another angle. Perhaps try to sneak past the sentries, get a closer look, do a little eavesdropping. 

Although her chest was tight with worry for Resh, she forced herself to think as she started picking her way off the ledge.

She ran various scenarios through her mind while she knelt by a stream to assuage her thirst. Obviously, she couldn’t just sneak in and start stabbing people. She’d probably be lucky enough to get in, but no way would she be getting back out after doing something like that. 

If the camp had been smaller, she might’ve just slit every bandit’s throat and been done with it. But she wasn’t killing women who’d likely done nothing wrong. And she sure as fuck wasn’t harming a child.  

Her reflection wavered in the pool of water she held in her palms. Carr watched the ripples distort her dirt-laden features and raggedly chopped hair. They seemed to have some good people among them–this clearly wasn’t a typical rag-tag band of criminals. 

The corner of her mouth kicked up at the thought. Maybe… she cut off the idea before it could fully form. It might work, it might not. It would certainly be better than waiting three-plus days for her supposed backup. If Hallin’s guard ever even came–which she had her doubts about. 

Carr took a deep breath, then raised her hands to drink. First, some subterfuge was in order.

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In Another World - MHA x Reader

A/N: This is my fist fanfic I've ever written so I apologize if it's cringy and all that. I just wanted to write some of this for fun, I know that there might be some words that shouldn't go where they are supposed to be but I'm just testing the ropes. Hope you enjoy and all. This fic is posted on Quotev under the username:

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And on Wattpad under the unsername:

What- (@Someone__random)

Key:

Y/n - your name

b/n - brothers name

s/n - sisters name 

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POV: Y/n

Location: Minnesota, USA

Date: ##, ##, ####

Earth - 2097

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Everything happened so fast, one moment I was walking on the sidewalk to school until I ended up in a hospital bed fighting for my life, literally. I got here due to an incident that will forever change my life. 

It started off when I was getting ready for school at 6 am. Yes, 6 am because I have three other siblings and two of them; my older brother and younger sister; love to take up to almost an eternity in the bathroom. 

Having the strength I needed, I got up and made my bed, went to a show and other bathroom business, went back to my room and got dressed. My outfit for today was black leggings, white Airwalks with white low socks, a tight gray shirt, an oversized brown hoodie, my red glasses, the ring that had my name engraved in it, and finally, I did my hair into a ponytail. 

I then went back to my room to grab my forest green backpack that has whatever I needed for school and other random stuff. 

Walking into the kitchen, I ate some breakfast and went on my way after saying my ‘goodbyes’ and ‘I love you’s’ to my parents. 

My siblings were still in bed due to the fact that I decided to walk to school instead of taking the usual bus that came to pick us up at around 7:25. 

The walk to school is usually around 30 minutes. So, I pulled out my phone with an anime YMHA themed case and checked the time; 7:00.

“I should get there in about 30 minutes.” I noted myself as I went onto Spotify and played Hamilton's musical playlist, popping in my ear buds as I walked my way out of the neighborhood and began my trek towards school. 

My parents think that having an All Might themed, and an Eraser head themed phone case was weird, and that I should’ve bought a book or something at Barnes and Nobles. But it’s whatever, I guess. 

It’s not like I’m obsessed with that anime only though, I also like Demon slayer, Tokyo revengers, and Attack on titan. The fandoms are okay, except for Mha’s fandom. It makes me want to bleach out my eyes and pour holy water on them. Other than that, I actually like it.

At least I’m not like any other typical (your ethnicity) 15-year-old girl who likes to be out on the streets doing who knows what. 

As I looked around, I noticed that I’m just under the bridge. Not even at the half point yet, and so to save some time later on I ran across the road after looking both ways to get to the other side and continue on my way.

“Why does the school system request we bring textbooks home?” I complained while walking. 

I finally made it to the fairgrounds, and it was already 7:30.

“Shit I’m goanna be late!” I said as I sped past the fairgrounds and by the time, I finally made it to the crosswalk that separated me and the school it was already 7:50.

“Dammit, only 5 minutes before the first bell.” I thought as I waited for the cross guard to say I could cross.

“Can’t these cars go any faster?!”  I say in my mind as I check the time; 7:55. I only have 5 minutes before I’m officially late for school. And I really don’t want my parents yelling at me for that.

As if a god heard my prayers, the cross guard let me cross the street.

I started speed-walking across the street until something decided to body slam me hard while taking all my breath away. And guess what, it was a Ram truck that rammed into me. 

“Too much ram not enough dodge” I thought as my body flew across the street a couple of meters.

I finally landed with a thud and felt pain and only pain throughout my entire body. It feels like I’m there but I’m not there at the same time.

As I lay on the road like roadkill, I began to hear a lot of commotion at the same time. I hear what sounds like doors slamming, people shouting and a lot of gasps here and there.

Was this the way I was going to die? On the road? I mean, at least give me some time to make my will and shit. 

I then felt myself being shaken by someone, telling me something inaudible.

What felt like forever to me but only 5 minutes to the people around me, blue and red flashes of light were seen and sirens were heard. 

It all sounded very faint to my ears, but I could still hear it.   

I felt myself being lifted up from the ground and onto something softer. That's when I noticed that it was a stretcher and that the ambulance had come. I felt being transported into an ambulance and as the doors closed shut, the paramedics/medics surrounded me and started doing something. 

They started asking things or talking but it was hard to hear, and so I closed my eyes and lost consciousness. 

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I finally woke up.

Sitting up straight I look around to see the room dark. “So, it was night.” I thought to myself as I noticed some type of plastic bracelet on my ankle.

“So, I am in a hospital.” I say to myself. My body still hurts like hell though, and only now do I notice that I have an oxygen mask on.

I look down to my arms and see PICC lines intact and connected to a blood bag.

“So, I am dying…” I thought as I looked around once again. I find a balcony this time, and so I pull out the lines and take the mask off and head my way towards the balcony.

Opening the screen door and closing it behind me, I notice a rocking chair, making my way towards the chair and I finally sit down. 

Looking up at the sky, I begin to just talk to the stars and the moon as if it were my family. 

“I remember having a rocking chair at home, it was blue and white. Dad and I would always sit outside late at night like this. Enjoying our own company.”.

Silence, so I continue to talk more.

“Oi mom, do you remember that one time I burnt the beans? Huh, I always seemed to blame you for it…I’m sorry….”.

“Hey b/n, s/n, b/n. Sorry for being a prick to you guys. I really do love you guys…I’m just bad at showing it.”

Tears flowed down my face. I’m goanna miss them all. Mom, Dad...b/n, s/n, b/n... 

I start to feel my eyes closing shut, and so with my last breath I say:

“.... I’ll be sure that I’ll say ‘hi’ to grandpa for you guys………”.  

As I said those last words, my eyes finally closed shut from the world I used to live in, now falling into oblivion.  

“I can finally rest properly now.”

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I open my eyes.

Wait, didn't I just die? All I see is white. Just white.

Looking around in confusion I thought, “Is this really what happens after death?”. I don’t see anything but white, and it makes me sick. 

I now look at myself, I’m still wearing the same clothing I died with. And I still have the things that I died with, which included my backpack, phone, and earbuds. 

I finally look down to my hands, specifically my middle finger on my left hand. There layed a silver ring that has my name engraved in it. It was a gift from my dad. I ran my other fingers from my right hand along it and felt tears consuming up in my eyes, ready to go down like a raging river. I wipe the tears away before they could fall, no use in crying now.

Looking up, I let out a loud gasp as I saw a figure standing right in front of me. It was about average height, and it didn’t have any physical appearance other than the shape of a regular human.

“Are you Jasmin?” they asked. I was stunted, but nodded slightly as it then continued to speak.

“Do you wish for another chance?”. 

“...What do you mean by another chance?" suspicion started to seep into my mind as I asked that question to them. 

“Another chance at life, in another world.” they simply said as if it were so obvious. 

I was bewildered, another life in another world. They seemed to sense my hesitation because they spoke again.

“I know it sounds too good to be true, but I offer this to those who didn’t get to live their life to the fullest. So, I’ll ask you again, Jasmin. Would you like another chance?” 

Giving it some thought, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Infact, I think this is the perfect chance at where I want to live again.

“Can I keep my memories and choose which world I want to live in, along with the timeline?” asking them while having an idea of what I want. 

They seemed to think about it for a second and slightly nodded their head. And so that was the moment where I went full on anime mode on it.

“Alright. I would like to live in the MHA world and grow up during the time where all the characters like Midoriya and all the other characters are growing up. And that should be around the year ####. I’d also like to have a hero worthy quirk as well so that I can become a hero or something. I’d also want to be able to live in Japan, anywhere that works as long as I’m close to UA. And I’d like to keep my normal appearance but other than that, I’m done.”. I end that with a serious face while looking at them. They began to speak back to me in response, “I don’t think you know how this works-”, before they could even finish, I gave them a dead serious look.

“Man, I’m dead. At least let me live in a place where I choose.” I said as they finally gave in., they began to put their hands together and all sorts of colorful lights surrounded them. After a minute or two, they finally opened up their hands and revealed a black and yellow pill in their hands.

“Once you swallow this pill, you can’t go ba-” before they could even finish their sentence, I already snatched that pill and swallowed it whole. Nothing happened for a hot minute, but I started to feel off. My vision started to get blurry and black spots started to cloud my eyesight and soon enough I was in the void again.

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POV: Y/n

Date: (Your birth date, minus the year)

Location - Tokyo, Japan

Earth - 2376

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As the effect took place, it finally began to fade away. I opened my eyes to be greeted by adults surrounding me. One of them was holding me up, a woman. And beside her was a man. I looked around at the other adults and realized they were doctors. So, I was in a hospital after all.

“I think we’ll call you, y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” the woman said while the man smiled happily along with her. The doctors around us were congratulating as they got some paperwork out. At that moment I realized that one of the doctor's faces had not two, but three eyes. And that’s when I realized that I was where I wished to be.

In the Mha-world.

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