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afriendlyblackhottie · 2 years

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get chris into a room with jiggling butts and its GAME OVER💀

Request: Sorry but I was just wondering if you could do a C Evans or S Stan fan fic about a famous black reader because I haven’t seen you do one in a while . I don’t mind if you don’t I’m just asking. 😁

Need to Know

Summary: as soon as you laid eyes on chris you knew you needed to have him

Pairings: Chris Evans x famous!black!reader

Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex

(A/N: idk wanted to put something out for Halloween. Obviously title credited to Doja Cat. Unedited (sorry). Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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Chris felt almost overwhelmed as he walked into the room. Not even knowing where to start.

This isn’t how he planned to spend his Halloween, but if anything it felt pretty appropriate. He wasn’t exactly sure what the theme for the video was, but he couldn’t wait to see after you got out of hair and makeup.

He was used to living life as a player but this was something else. When you invited him to be apart of your video shoot he’d looked up what to expect but damn. This was something else.

What had started out as a little joke on the timeline with you asking what his number, sign, and how he liked his eggs had turned into this.

While the two of you joked around on Twitter at first, things had quickly escalated to him actually giving you his number. Fans geeking out because how fucking unexpected. But apparently you’d watched Infinity War for the first time and had to know.

Leading you to post.

Daaaaamn what’s your name, what’s your sign, how do you like your eggs in the morning? Can I get that number booo daaaamn he fine

Obviously the internet practically exploded.

Especially when he responded.

Chris. Gemini. Scrambled.

Normally he didn’t do shit like that but fuuuuuuck he saw that ass. And those tits. How he wanted to put his lips on your brown skin and feel how soft you were.

And honestly the more he talked to you, the more he liked you. But meeting hadn’t been possible with your schedules. That’s why he was trying so hard to keep his eyes to himself.

Not that it was really that hard. You looked… you were the star for a reason. But shit he was still a man.

Maybe this was a test.

You had to know he was into you and clearly you were into him. Maybe you were making sure he could keep his hands to himself and… shiiiiit he didn’t even know they made asses like that.

“Cah-ris,” you said in a sing song voice as you came up to him. “What do you think?”

He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from a girl walking by him. You giggled as you looked at him. Giving him a little twirl.

Chris couldn’t help it as he let out a laugh at your costume. Not that you didn’t look good, but he just surprised.

Your skin had been painted green, antennae’s coming out of either side of your temple. Still half naked but honestly he was kind of appreciating the whole alien aesthetic. You were even wearing a shirt that had the nasa logo with your name in it. Obviously that was some merch he’d need to cop.

“You look-,” he laughed more. “Beautiful. You look beautiful. I like your antennas.”

Not like he was lying. By now he’d done a pretty fair amount of ‘research’ on you. Had practically studied your Wikipedia as curiosity had killed the cat and he needed to know more. From there it went to watching a few videos and fuck you really liked to be half naked. And you looked cute as hell right now.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t done the same. Had gone on a googling spree when you saw him fine as hell in that movie.

Then you had the nerve to get along over text which lead to a phone call which lead to face time. Talking at all hours of the night. Staying up late despite the time differences.

Sure he knew he swore off dating celebrities, but he had a soft spot for you. It was the same for you too. Had promised yourself no more men like Chris. They never deserved what you had, but there was something telling you that he would be the exception.

“Thank you,” you said with a grin. “You need to get ready, though. You’ll be on soon.”

Your voice had come out like a purr. A natural sex appeal that just seemed almost unfair. He had a hard time finding someone to match his energy and shit you definitely gave him a run for his money.

If anything it scared him a little. That you could switch over so quickly. Going from hot as hell to his sweet girl mumbling into the phone because you wanted to wait up for him and say goodnight. It was quite the mix. Probably why he was so fucking obsessed.

The way you hugged him when you first saw him, letting him pretty much mold into you. Wanting to feel his whole body swell against yours. Had been dying for one of his hugs even though you’d never tell him that as you tried to keep up this persona for the day.

You’d caught him staring at that girl’s ass. He’d been so cute trying to be all sneaky. It was okay you didn’t mind. Besides you hired girls like her for a reason.

At least it had been fun for him to watch you do your thing as you filmed. Next time you’d have to come see him on set. Of course there wouldn’t be any half naked men around you that aren’t him, but he kind of appreciated that you didn’t seem to care in the reverse.

As he was almost done getting his own makeup on, you popped your head in. Still in your NASA shirt, but with your makeup a little more dramatic. Fuck you were hot.

“I don’t know if I told you, but thanks a lot for coming through. Definitely an upgrade from some male model,” you said, leaning against the vanity as the makeup artist finished with him.

“You know I’m always a phone call away, Babe.”

He was just so sexy when he said shit like that. Fuck he looked so hot. Was making you consider changing your thong because he looked so yummy he was making your pussy all drippy.

“Ya know I’ll hold you to that.”

He smirked. “I was hoping you would.” You were still in your heels and Chris noticed the way you were shuffling to get comfortable. “You wanna sit?” He asked.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to get up for me.”

That’s when he rolled his eyes because that’s not what he was asking as he reached up to tug on your hand. Obviously pulling you into his lap.

“Chris!” You squealed.

All he did was chuckle as he helped you get situated. Besides the two of you were alone for the first time ever. Of course he was gonna get your ass on his lap. “Comfortable?” Was all he asked.

“Mhm,” you replied. Fuck he smelled so good. And these tiny little shorts you were wearing. It really was not a good idea that he’d done this.

But you looked fucking hot perched on his lap. Even as an alien.

“How much time do we have?” He asked.

“A few minutes,” you replied.

“Yeah?” He asked. He didn’t mean for his eyes to drift down to your tits but that’s exactly where they went. Fuck they looked so good. Shit he needed to stop before he-

“Wait, are you?” You giggled. “Oh my god! Chris!” Then you gasped as you felt it through his pants. Oh shit. Damn. That was a thick ass-

“Shit. Sorry.” He blushed. Really didn’t mean to get like this. What were you a telekinetic.

“It’s okay,” you purred again as you trailed your fingers on his arm.

“Yeah?” He asked, licking his lips. “You don’t mind?”

You shook your head, looking up at him through your lashes. “No.” You let out another little gasp as he pushed it against you.

Fuck he liked that noise. “What about now?” He asked moving you over it. Fuuuuck he was thick you could tell. No wonder you were obsessed with him when you first saw him. Could tell he had good dick.

Once again you shook your head, biting your lip. If anything leaning into him a little more. “No. It feels good.”

Not like you hadn’t been fantasizing about him for weeks. The real thing just might beat the him you’d created in your head.

“You’re trying to get me into trouble, huh?” He asked into your ear.

You giggled again. “Maybe.”

“Fuck you’re cute,” he said ready to lean in and then end it. Didn’t seem fair that they’d be sharing their first kiss on screen when he had you like this already.

“Mr. Evans, you’re on in five,” someone said through the door before he the the chance.

He groaned. “Okay,” he replied.

You pouted before standing up. Dammit. “I should go get changed.”

Chris nodded before standing up with you. “I’ll go with you.”

“You’re just trying to see me naked.”

Fuck yeah he was.

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When it was his time to go on and you made eyes at him from across the bar, he could feel himself getting hard again. Which was not what he wanted with the camera on him like this.

At least as you felt yourself getting wet in your thong, no one would be able to tell. He couldn’t stand there with his dick hard as hell. Only made worse when it was time for you to start shaking your ass against him.

“You know what the fuck you’re doing,” he whispered in your ear when it was time for him to hit on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back into his. As if what happened in his dressing room didn’t just happen.

Fuck it felt so good to have him this close to you. Tits pressed to his chest. You hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet as you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance floor.

Grabbing his tie as he put his hands around your waist. Fuck you could feel him against your ass. He was thick.

Of course you’d went asking around about him. Hollywood was a small town and you didn’t want to waste your time. But it was kind of why you were so down bad because one of your friend’s friends had said that his dick was a ten out of ten and now that it was right there you really wanted to check for yourself.

Only made worse when the two of you had to finally kiss on the couch. He was used to having to do shit like this for roles but this was the first time he wished he’d gotten it out of the way first. Wish he could keep you straddling him without prying eyes.

Damn he couldn’t get you alone fast enough. You had to know what he was going to do to you when you were alone. Know you weren’t doing it on purpose but he could feel his breathing getting all labored and he could really do without having a panic attack with you on top of him.

“What are you doing after this?” He asked in your ear as the music played on.

“We were supposed to go to a party. Why?”

“Wanted to know if you wanted to hang out. Maybe watch some scary movies?”

“Um, not unless you plan on spending the whole night holding me,” you giggled.

That could definitely be arranged.

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“Ready to go?” Chris asked. Poking his head into where you were getting changed. Back in his grey sweats and t-shirt. His NASA cap covering his hair.

“Yeah,” you replied, yawning as you stood up in your shirts to gather your bag. Kind of happy you weren’t going to that party anymore. Would much, much rather hang out with Chris.

He put his hand on the small of your back as he lead you to his rental car. Couldn’t wait to get you back to his hotel room.

His hand was on your knee the whole time as the two of you chatted. Glad that how easy it was to talk to you over text and the phone had translated well in real life. As bad as he wanted to rip your clothes off he was also pretty sure he could talk to you for hours.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

You giggled. “I don’t think you really want me to answer that.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “I dunno know. Maybe I do.”

“Oh please. You know what I want.”

“I don’t know unless you tell me, Babe,” he replied, hand going up to finally make its way to your inner thigh.

Your mind just couldn’t help but wander to all of the things you’d been thinking about. Where the hell would you even start. You were definitely in the mood for a few things he could give you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said, opening your legs a little bit more.

Fuck you were trying to kill him. Chris was sure of that. He also didn’t wanna push his luck, but fuck you were right here giving him every sign that you wanted him to.

Surprisingly the two of you hadn’t explicitly crossed these lines over the phone. Had waited until you were face to face and yet it was like you’d been like this since forever.

He took the hint. Fingers getting really close to the edge of your shorts. Happy that you’d decided on something he’d be able to easily get passed.

“I dunno, Baby. If you really want something, you’ll have to tell me what it is. I don’t play games.”

Your pussy felt like it throbbed at that. Fuck he was so… ugh. You knew you wanted him worse than you can say.

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked smoothing his thumb right over the center. Hips jutting out as you gasped. “Is that where you want me to touch you?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“That’s okay,” he said. Pulling up outside of the hotel so valet could park the car. You’d be fine. Could wait until you got inside.

You were all pouty and he took note to teach you some manners. Didn’t say please. Had the nerve to have an attitude as if you weren’t about to get what you want.

Chris grabbed your hand, had went through the back so nosy ass paparazzi wouldn’t have shit.

As he got you closer to his room, he leaned down to squeeze your ass. Making you squeak but you made no move like you wanted him to stop. Took it as a sign to grope you even harder.

Could barely hold on as he went to scan his keycard. Feeling yourself dripping all in your shorts. Not like he was any better off. Fuck you had him harder than he’d ever been.

As soon as the door closed, he picked you up. You wrapping your legs around his waist. Hands all in his hair as his settled on your ass.

Not wanting to waste anytime in pushing your lips together. Fisting his t-shirt in your hands as he finally kissed you. Fuck it was as good as you thought it would be. Knew he’d be a good kisser.

Didn’t even wanna make it to the bedroom as he sat down with you in his lap on the couch. Rocking your hips as soon as you could. Wanting to feel that fat dick.

“That’s so good,” you whined. ��

“What feels good?” He asked in your ear. “Gotta talk to me, Baby.”

“Your dick. It’s so good.” You whined.

“You haven’t even had it,” he said.

That’s when you climbed off of him because fuck it you were gonna get a taste at least. Getting on your knees to see his length pushed against the fabric of his sweats. Looking all nice and thick. Fuck your mouth was watering just thinking about it.

“Can I taste it?” You asked him.

Chris groaned as he looked down at that pretty face. Eyes begging for him. “Yeah, Baby,” he replied, licking his lips as you finally went to pull his pants down.

You gasped as his dick popped out. Jaw dropping as it finally came into view. Shit. Fuck. It was- ugh. She was so right this- fuck he had a pretty dick.

Biting your lip, you gulped getting closer to it so you could put your fingertips against it. “You’re so big,” you whimpered.

“Think so?” He asked, hissing because fuck your touch felt good already. You nodded before leaning up so you could place a kiss on the underside. Why the hell were you teasing him so bad.

Just prepping him with kisses like you were assessing the situation. Honestly unsure if you could handle this. Sure you felt him through his pants but now that you were face to face with it, your mind wasn’t letting you make up your mind.

Fuck can’t believe you wasted your makeup artists time in having her touch you up after you took all the green off. What a waste. Eyes were watering as soon as you tried to take him down your throat.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back as you finally did it. “There it- fuck you’re such a good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Fuck it really was everything you’d built up in your head. Just too much and yummy.

Had you so wet as you slurped him up. Putting his hand on the back of your throat as you tried to deep throat him. “Right there, Baby,” he groaned. “Doing so good.”

You pulled off if him so you could kiss his balls. Wanting to show them attention too. Getting them all nice and covered with slobber.

Chris couldn’t believe how pretty you looked. Even with your makeup running down your face. Grabbing either side of your cheeks so you’d have to lean up. Wanting to kiss you again.

Not stopping himself so he ended up pulling you up. Making you get back in his lap.

This time he didn’t waste any time in touching you. First grabbing at one of your tits. Pinching your nipple between his fingers making you moan into his mouth. Putting his hands under your shirt so he could take it off of you.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispered. Chris laid you down so he could kiss up your stomach. Getting to your tits so he could suck on your nipples.

“Ah!” You cried. Fuck his mouth felt so good. “Ugh right there,” you moaned.

He needed you so bad especially as he went to pull your panties off. Needing to finally touch you.

“No panties?” He asked when he finally pulled your shorts from you. Met with the sight of the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.

“I had to take it off. You got me too wet,” you whined.

“That’s okay, Baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna take care of you so good. Gonna make you cum so much.”

“Please?” You preened.

And who was he to deny you.

You tasted so damn good when he finally got the chance. Everything he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks didn’t even fucking top it.

“Fuck you’re such a- ugh- you’re such a daddy,” you managed to finally get out as he bent your legs back further.

“That’s it, Baby. I’m Daddy. Don’t fucking forget that.” He pulled away to say. “C’mere,” he said, snatching you up so he could finally take you to bed. While he planned spending his entire visit fucking you across every inch of this room, he wanted the first time to be on the bed where he could really fuck you right.

Well he did go back to his feast first. Not ready to stop eating you out. Better than any candy he could have eaten tonight. Couldn’t get enough.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered. “Oh! Ugh! You’re gonna make me cum. Please.”

That only made him eager to keep going until you let out a yelp, sitting up a little to grab the back of his head.

You cried out. “I’m- ugh- I’m cumming. Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me!” You sobbed.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Everything had told him to grab a condom but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was so glad he didn’t because even as he pushed the tip in he couldn’t believe how wet you were.

Chris leaned down to kiss you as his thick dick seared into you. Pulling away when he bottomed out as you threw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Already scratching this itch inside of you.

You knew the dick was gonna be bomb. Just knew it when he grabbed that fucking scepter looking handsome as hell. All broad shouldered and sexy.

Fuck you were so tight. So wet. Took a minute when he was fully inside of you to just take in the feeling of you wrapped around him so snug. Pushing your legs back with his biceps wrapped around them so he could hit the perfect angle inside of you. The both of you letting out grunts as he went as deep as he could. Nudging against your cervix.

“You’re- ah!” You cried out.

“I know, Baby. I know,” he said getting in your ear again.

Chris got on his knees, yanking you closer so he could start thrusting in and out of you. Rolling his hips in such a way that would have been mesmerizing if you could keep your eyes open.

“Nuh uh,” he said. “You better look at me when I fuck you.” You let out another grunt digging your nails into his arm. “Or I’ll stop,” he threatened when you didn’t do as told.

“No,” you whined opening your eyes, but fuck it wasn’t easy he was just going so deep what did he want from you. “Fuck. Please. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Baby. I just gotta teach you good manners, huh?” He asked. “That’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

“I know,” you whimpered. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna keep cumming on my dick, huh?”

You nodded brow furrowed as you could barely hang on. Sobbing when it hit you. That clench in your lower stomach snapping as your pussy tightened enough to push him out.

Chris chuckled, climbing on top of you so he could kiss you. Giving you a minute. What can he say, he felt a little cocky that he was getting you so good. “C’mere, Baby,” he cooed pulling you into his arms. Laying down with you. Kissing you. “Maybe we should take a break. Get something to eat. Watch a movie.”

You nodded, not able to respond and just letting out a hiccup. Chris chuckled kissing your nose this time.

“Look cute as hell when you’re cumming on my dick. It’s okay. We got time. I’m not done with you yet.”

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Obviously this break didn’t last long. Chris hadn’t gotten off yet and there was something in his eyes that definitely told you he wanted you to ride him.

Especially as you climbed into his arms when any scary parts came on. Hiding in his arm when anything happened. Of course the two of you were going to end up making out. You climbing on top of him so you could finally ride that dick.

Chris held onto your hips, forcing you down onto him and holding you there so you had to feel him as deep as he could go. “Ah fuck, Babe,” Chris groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

“Nuh uh, look at me when I fuck you,” you mocked him.

Chris smacked your ass at that. “Little fucking smart ass.” Keeping his grip on it after.

“Uh huh,” you breathed out, making you yell as he sat up. Grabbing your hair so he could smash his lips into yours. Making you move just right.

You started kissing on his neck. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to get him off like he’d done for you.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

As if that’s not your goal.

“Fuck, Babe, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you if you- shit, Baby.” You kind of loved how desperate he sounded. Only made you wanna work harder.

“Do it,” you breathed into his ear. “Cum in me, Daddy. I want you to.”

That’s when Chris slammed down down so he could fill you up. The feeling of him loading inside of you only made you do the same letting out little whines before smashing his lips into yours again.

After a few minutes, Chris laid down on his back, taking you with him. Dick softening inside of you. Neither of you making any moves to pull him out.

Oh yeah you couldn’t wait to spend all night finding out how nasty he could be. Honestly couldn’t think of a better way to spend Halloween.

#fics by afbh #chris evans smut #chris evans x black women #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x famous reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x woc!reader #chris evans x black female reader

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brighter-by-the-daly · 9 months

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Prompts

Updated: 24/01/23

Here you will find any prompts that have been sent to me. I do not accept requests but I love prompts/ideas/brain storming together and if I like your idea you will find it here. This isn’t a guarantee that it will be written and you’re more than welcome to send your prompt to other people because idk when my brain will want to cooperate with writing these, which is exactly why I don’t take requests; prompts and ideas are a lot less daunting to me 🫶

Rachel daly x Reader ~ angst to fluff where they have an argument and they are both screaming and rachel says something that takes it too far but then a few days later Rachel apologises - @wosoobsessed

Rachel Daly x Reader ~ girlfriend Rach is finally done with her bullshit and is ready to let herself love someone and its for keeps - @hernightsky (in progress - Can’t Keep Up)

Millie x Reader ~ Autistic reader who’s special interest is photographing womans football, Millie notices reader at matches and training and tries to talk to her - @kayls93

Anons

Rachel x Reader ~ Could you do one where we are really like tough and dont show emotions or really smile but we are soft for rachel and the lionesses realise that and start to question it

Add on from @woso-scotland ~ R could be a boxer, and they either meet while Rach is at Houston or at Villa through someone like Ruesha on a team game night.

Millie Bright x Reader ~ I hate conflict so much but I’d be getting into fights just for Mills to protect me 😂

Millie Bright x Rachel Daly x Reader ~ Rach and Millie being separated in a meeting for talking and being too loud (in progress - Odd One Out)

Millie Bright x Reader ~ We need possessive Millie with golden retriever gf 🫶🏻

Rachel Daly x Reader ~ You meet while walking your dogs every morning (in progress)

Sequels

These are sequels that have been requested by readers, I encourage anyone with ideas of how to continue these stories to send them to me otherwise they probs won’t get written 😘

Lucy Bronze - Camera Doesn’t Lie

Maybe they embark on a secret relationship and it’s all fun and games keeping the secret until Lucy gets super jealous and decides she needs to officially stake her claim! - @lostintimeandmusic

Millie Bright - Big Mouth

Lauren Hemp - Crazy for You

Millie Bright - Around if you Need Me

My Ideas

Somewhere to store the ideas I’ve had but are yet to come into fruition ~ feel free to message if you have any further ideas for these!

Reader’s ex calls to ask for free match tickets and is really rude on the phone, overheard by Mills/Rach/Leah who immediately go into protection mode and puts them in their place (in progress - X)

Another player coming on to Rach at a party right in front of reader

Rach x Reader series add on of ‘where are they now’ short stories (in progress)

Your gf won’t buy you a giant squishmallow but someone surprises you (in progress - Cheat You Better)

Beth McCarthy song series addition with her new song ‘idk how to talk to girls’ with ✨someone✨ I haven’t written for yet, maybe Jess Carter or Georgia Stanway 🤷🏻‍♀️

Erin Cuthburt fic because this site needs more Erin - ideas welcome!

Collection of New Years blurbs

Falling in love with Ruesha

#millie bright x reader #rachel daly x reader #lucy bronze x reader #Lauren hemp x reader #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso masterlist

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hockybish · 6 months

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Have arguments w jack & lola gone so far where they haven’t talked for weeks?

😏

... so this is actually the big idea I had when I created this thing ...

Right before his draft things escalated so far that Jack told Lola that she wasn't a real Hughes. She didn't talk to him for a while after that, going so far that she gave back her beloved Buggy, and Jack just sort of ignored her because honestly he had bigger and better things to do.

Also Lola flat out refused to go to Vancouver for his big day, but her parents made her anyways. In pictures you can see her sitting next to her mom pouting. She was 14 at this time.

The next big thing that happened was a culmination of years of arguments and teasing and things Jack did. But to Lola this was just the cherry on top of the cake.

Sooo ... the guy she had been seeing in Anaheim, Robbie, wasn't good for her, like at all. All the guys could see it. But one night her unnamed Duck future boyfriend* caught Robbie cheating on her and he told Jack. Jack in turn reached out to Robbie and told him to break up with his sister now or else he would literally have a good chuck of the nhl knocking down his door.

Robbie did just that, he broke up with Lola but never told her why. After this is when she closer to her Duck boy/roommate and she broke her no dating teammates rule.

Not long before the Devils v Ducks matchup in early March Lola finds out that Jack was the one who told Robbie to break up with her, no one tells her why though.

Fast forward to the game, Lola has a bad game and confronts Jack afterwards. It was a bad one sided argument with Lola mainly doing the yelling. She brought up a lot of the things he's done over the years and trevor and jamie had to hold her back from actually hitting Jack. That's when she made the decision that she wasn't going to Michigan for the summer.

Instead she runs away to Arizona to see Matty. She tells no one of her plan, and people freak (mainly Jack cuz he knows what he did) when they can't find her.

*It's either Leo or Mason. Originally it was Leo but lately I've been thinking maybe Mason. idk, thoughts? the roommate idea I have could work for either.

**I also left out somethings here, so there's more to the story. But this is the synopsis.

#hughes!sister au #lola hughes #jack hughes #lola thoughts

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3kiripima3 · 2 months

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Hi! I just saw your post about Hazbin match ups & I’ve never done this before so I hope I’ve included everything I needed to :D

. Gender Identity -> Gender Fluid

. Sexuality -> Bi

. Hobbies -> Ok so I have quite a few so first off I absolutely LOVE reading (bit of an understatement) but it’s a really bad habit of buying books that don’t fit anywhere, as for a specific genre of books I quote like murder mystery or dark (as in spooky, mystery etc) fantasy. Some of the books I own are how to kill your family, one of us is lying, hunger games, girl in pieces, good girls guide to murder, five survive, welsh poetry & to kill a mockingbird. Secondly I’m apart of the air cadets! I do not have a rank and I’m quite happy with just attending events and such and I’ve been having such a great time with them, another hobby of mine is baking (especially for my grandparents) their diabetic so I love trying to find receipted that don’t have as much sugar that they can have. And lastly I do horse riding, while I did stop for a while because of money issue I’m starting to get back into it and I’m hoping to start either show jumping or cross country.

. Interests -> Hmmm as for interests I’d probably say FNAF, hazbin of course and at the moment I’ve been getting back into Murder drones (especially after the 7th episode come out, I was so shocked) but I honestly don’t have many I treated as most of my time is taken up doing things like my hobbies (all though I do love to give places a good clean)

. Overview of personality -> umm I honestly don’t know what to say to describe myself, but based off what my friends are saying I’m quite sarcastic & quick witted with my answers, but I tend to be concerning in my sense of humour & my things, I’m somewhat on the neurodivergent spectrum but I don’t have a special interest I keep changing them a LOT (hence why I haven’t put much down for interests) and I think my friends start to get concerned when I become interested in things like needles and phlebotomy before changing to something like cannibalism (I find it fascinating what drives people to these things). Anyway I have been described as being quite a lovely person especially by family me members and I think it tends to show when I’m around people I don’t know much because I like to make a good impression of myself & not embarrass anyone or myself.

. Any character I don’t want to be paired with -> Husk (nothing against the man just not my type at all yk), Charlie & Vaggie (their such a cute couple and definitely prefer to keep them together and not get myself shipped with any of them)

. Anything extra -> idk if this helps but I honestly SUCK at using technology, like I can’t do it to save my life 😭, but I do like to have a good poke around on stuff like tv’s, laptops, sat navs, just to see if I can find anything out. Oh and I hugely look up to my grandad, anyone asks me and I’ll always say I’m a grandad’s girl he inspired me so much, he was in the navy & worked as an engineer. And I t think to do something like that for a good chunk of his life is so inspiring.

Anyway, hope I’ve written everything I need to, and have a good day/night xx

Hi! Thanks for the request! After some consideration, I think I'd pair you with…

Alastor!

I feel like you two would be practically perfect for each other.

I see Alastor as the type to also read a lot. I think he'd honestly have very similar taste in books to you. I could imagine him often recommending you books, albeit rather concerning ones.

With baking, I don't see Alastor being particularly fond of that. However, I view him as the type of person who likes to cook instead of bake. So, you'd likely both end up making different food at the same time and talking with each other.

Due to Alastor's nature, I don't think he'd exactly be interested in shows at all. Yet, I can see him listening quite avidly to any of your interests if you discuss them with him.

Alastor would appreciate your personality a bunch. As he himself is naturally quite sarcastic and quick-witted, he'd enjoy having a person like you who'd be able to reciprocate. Alastor would definitely not have any issue with concerning types of humour unless it involves anything sexual towards him.

I think Alastor would also love that you're able to make good impressions on people and be a lovely and polite person, as he values his reputation a certain amount and would rather not be around someone extremely brash in public.

Sucking at using technology wouldn't bother Alastor at all. He'd probably bond over the fact that you both struggle using technology.

Thanks for requesting! I hope this is good enough for you :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin matchups

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lucygriefer · 7 months

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Mythcraft Aiden

Speedpaint Link: https://youtu.be/PGkdGYQ1R_M?si=aFBna0UHxyycozHO

I've got other characters for my Mythcraft Series and I'm thinking of uploading the rest of the characters from that series to here.

This is Aiden from MCSM. I decided to make Aiden based on the Camazotz myth. I wanted to make Aiden based on something in mythology that can fly since Jesse herself can also fly (There were other flying myths but I’ve already got an idea of who I want to use for some of those other myths). I wanted to make sure the two of them were somewhat on equal fighting levels. Especially since during season 1 episode 5 where it would be needed so the fight isn’t as easy as Jesse kicks Aiden off the sky Island platform and wins in like 2 seconds or she flys around and easily dodges all of Aiden’s attacks (That part of the game towards the end of the chapter is what I kept in mind when thinking about Aiden’s design when what I needed to keep in mind when picking the mythology to make Aiden as).

While looking at different myths I wanted to make sure that for each character the myth could closely match to the character in some form, or felt like it could possibly best suit them. The Camazotz is also known as the “Death Bat”. In Maya mythology a bat spirit served the underworld's lords. While the bat can be associated with night, death, and sacrifice. Now I didn’t stick to the sacrifice part of the Camazotz. But I mainly focused on the Night part with a few ideas from the death aspect.

I wanted to make sure that each character I worked on was based off of a different myth as I didn’t want to repeat any. I see Aiden fitting close to the role of Camazotz. Being a bit of the opposite of Jesse being more nocturnal and mischievous, being part bat I also used a bit of vampire bat inspiration. Where he needs to drink some blood once and a while to maintain a healthy diet but overall primarily sticks to eating fruits and insects. All and all it was interesting and fun learning about the Camazotz mythology and working on the design for Aiden.

For the bat references I was mainly looking at a species called Sinaloan Mastiff Bat. The images of the Sinaloan Mastiff all look adorable. These bats have long soft fur that ranges from a blackish color to dark brown, with some spots fading to a slightly lighter brown. Their faces have short fur or little to no fur in the area.

I haven’t drawn the moon before so this is the first time doing so, as well as I haven’t done a red sky in a long time. I do know with a red sky the background objects basically become completely black the further back you go. So it was fun practicing a red sky and everything again after doing only one long ago.

The next Mythcraft character I’ll work on will either be Maya or Gill. IDK which one at the moment but I’ll know once I’ve gotten the sketch of them done.

#digital art #mcsm fanart #mcsm aiden #myths #camazotz #Mythcraft #Minecraft #minecraft story mode

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slipperyskell · 2 years

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I haven’t slept much at all in the last few days so I didn’t really have the energy to do gator content today BUT to make up for it may I offer you: an assortment of obscure and barely coherent Monty headcanons (yes. The answer is yes. Also disclaimer this is all going under the assumption of Fleshy Monty bc that’s where my brain defaults to at this point)

- This dude???? Would love old PS2 games. Spyro?? Crash bandicoot????? Absolutely all over it

- the mental imagery of Monty just. Eating a whole thing of crab legs. Shell and all. He’s gator, he can eat it

- used to get headaches a lot from the stage lights but the sunglasses do help quite a bit

- his claw upgrades have silicone pads where the fingertips would be so he can still grip stuff. Sort of

- speaking of claw upgrades - oof. They’re very cool but they suck very much also

- he has to make sure his hands stay warm bc if those fingers get cold it feels like they’re burning the rest of his hands. Like really bad

- straight up can’t go outside during the winter without mittens on bc it gets that painful even if he’s out for a little bit - I wouldn’t be surprised if his fingerless gloves have some kind of heating pads or something in em too just to make sure the mechanisms in his hands don’t get cold either

- they don’t typically hurt otherwise but they do get p sore/achey if it’s been a busy day

- thank god they’re not made from a magnetic metal because oh my god that would hurt so fucking much if he was around the wrong thing

- static electricity, however. OUCHIE

- also would probably need to get a sleeve for his tail if he’s walking outside during the winter too - getting dragged around on salty/sandy/icy sidewalks n whatnot is bound to injure him otherwise

- needless to say winter is his least favorite season. It’s cold, there’s no golf unless it’s indoors. P much nothing else to do, especially once the holiday season is done. Everything’s slow and he feels slow because his lizard brain is telling him to go the fuck to sleep

- if it’s summer though??? Oh my god. Take him swimming. Please let him go swimming he will love you forever and ever

- also a slushee, he loves slushies. Idk what his favorite flavor would be but something tells me he’d be a big fan of blue raspberry or anything citrus flavor. FazEnt got it right by making Monty’s Fizzy Faz flavor lime - this gator loves citrus anything

- his go-to joke-y threat is that he’s going to bite you. He won’t actually but he might

- has tried to play golf with his tail as the club. Still working on it but he’s almost got it down to a science at this point

- he gets hangry like nobody’s business. And it happens often too bc this dumbass forgets to eat a lot.

- needs a nap too bc this man’s sleep schedule is atrocious

- AND WATER. OH MY GOD for being an aquatic animal this buffoon is so FUCKIGN dehydrated. Boy only drinks burger shakes and energy drinks and wonders why he’s feeling so icky not long after

- mans just really needs some help keeping his shit together. He is a mess

- favorite color? Hot pink. Don’t ask me why it just makes sense - neon orange also

- cannot be trusted in a bath or hot tub. He will fall asleep. He is well over eight feet tall and 400+ pounds of gatory goodness. You are not getting him out and he is probably not waking up any time soon

- would probably go up the stairs on all fours let’s be real

- has a habit of scraping the back of his claws against the walls while he walks in certain hallways. Not like in a menacing way or with the intent of damaging the wall, but like… just having em there so he knows the wall’s there

- he makes a popping sound every time he yawns from his jaws snapping shut. He’s not trying to do it but he can’t stop it either

- would love Jurassic park. Favorite dinosaur is yes

- gators have that same reflective lens thing in their eyes that cats do so there are definitely times you catch him wandering around at night and you just see these two glowing little orbs of mischief looking right back at you

- really good night vision too by the way

- sleeps super sprawled out - he’s got a custom made bed just for him n he still p much takes the whole fucking thing up. There is limbs everywhere. How is his tail sticking in that direction. Where is his head. What is happening

- also a HUGE FUCJIGN BLANKET HOG. THE WORST.

- if you’re sharing a bed with him good luck because you have become his personal heat radiator and he will completely surround you - which means getting squished is a very very real possibility

- also will not let you get out of bed in the morning until you HAVE to get up. You are warm. He is sleepy. Comforble…. Also just really likes being with you too but he won’t say that aloud unless he’s feeling particularly sappy

- laundry and/or bedding/linen day is his favorite day. There will be many times you will ask him to grab the bed sheets from the dryer after they get done, only to go into the laundry room to find him completely buried in them because they’re warm

- shockingly responsible and safe driver - the only time he gets wild is with a golf cart and that’s just because he knows its limits

- does have the radio on blast but is p much up for any kind of music, be it from his own playlists, whoever else’s that’s in the car with him, or whatever’s on the radio. He really does not mind, he just loves listening to music

- also probably can’t have anyone sitting in the seat behind him because he needs to put his driver seat WAY THE FUCK BACK so he can fit

- tends to use his tail as a drum if he’s sitting down and playing the bass. Just smacks it against his seat or the floor or wherever to keep the beat

- surprisingly good singing voice - he won’t pretend he’s Freddy levels of good by any means but he’s a lot smoother than you’d expect given how his speaking voice sounds

- could not handle horror games. This dude is very jumpy and quick to get mad at whoever or whatever scared him, if he doesn’t default to a nervous chuckle first

~~~

Anyways gator is weird and I love him thank you for listening to my ramblings about this reptilian doofus

#praying that this makes any sense at all kskdkskdksk f #these have just been floating in my head but I wasn’t sure what to do with them so take em lmao #Monty gator #Montgomery gator #Monty fnaf #fnaf monty #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach

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itsgaga · 3 years

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A-Z NSFW(Nikki Sixx)

this is my third time writing this so please excuse how bad it may or may not sound

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first Nikki wasn’t good with aftercare, he was used to being really selfish during and after sex so when it came to you he didn’t really know what to do afterwards. After you guys had done it a couple times you had explained to him why aftercare was important which ultimately changed how he treated you after sex. He slowly became more caring and affectionate wanting to cuddle with you, get you whatever you want/need, and he will clean you off.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nikki fucking loves your legs and your neck, your legs though, like dude is obsessed with them. There's something about them that makes Nikki feel a certain type of way, as for your neck...it’s a jealous possessive thing. He loves to mark you up, especially when he is jealous, so your neck is the easiest place to go to.

As for himself, he’ll tell you his dick. Mostly because that thing can do wonders. It pleases you, it pleases himself, what is there not to love about it?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nikkis cum is everywhere. It’s that simple. He wants it everywhere. The fucking sight of it afterwards is like a piece of art to him, idk why he’s like that, he’s a filthy dude, ok? I mean like yeah cumming in you or somewhere on your is fine but no this man just loves being dirty and getting it everywhere.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have much, he’s a open book, he’ll tell you everything he likes and wants to do but maybe that he loves to fuck in public because he wants to get caught. You guys haven’t got caught yet but Nikki really wants you to, like if you ever notice Nikki will extra loud in public it’s for that reason.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hello? He’s Nikki fucking Sixx. What do you think?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to watch your face and your reactions while he’s fucking you. It could also tie in with that jealous side of him knowing that no other guy would see you like that, knowing that what he is doing is putting you in your most vulnerable state it all just turns him on even more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nikki is a fiend. Nikki is not a saint. At least during sex, meaning Nikki is serious as can be. He’s all about devouring you and wants to do it better than how he did last time so he has no time to be goofy. But, there are those rare moments where that all disappears and he becomes softer and more gentle, like he will hold your hand and smile, that could happen for special things like birthdays or just when he wants to be more romantic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He didn’t groom that shit at all for the first couple times yall fucked, but he started to around the same time aftercare became a thing. As for color it pretty much matches the rest of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said he has his moments, it’s not like he doesn’t like to be romantic with you he just feels like it would be even more special if that side of him came out at more special times.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think so. I think Nikki is always horny and he’s kind of learned to just deal with it but if he can’t and you aren’t there to help him out he would call you and get off with phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, choking, and roleplay. Theres a lot more like wax play, bondage, etc etc. But I think spanking, choking, and roleplay comes mostly everytime you guys fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he loves when you call him daddy. He likes when you sound like a needy whiny mess. Oh and Nikki is a dom no doubt, you can take control sometimes but he is a whole other level of dominant.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tour bus, dressing room, hotel rooms, closets, bedrooms, cars, really anywhere. I think he likes bedrooms because thats where the kinky stuff can happen but he likes a challenge and will try that stuff in public. He has tried to fuck you over every piece of furniture, couch, counter, desk, etc. Like I said earlier he loves to fuck in public so... expect that anywhere you go.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn’t though? Nikki’s jealousy will get you bent over a piece of furniture in .5 seconds. Nikki after a concert is him running off stage and pulling you in the closest room possible. Whisper in his ear or talk in a lower tone then your natural talking voice and you two are in bed. Like it doesn’t take much from you to turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or Voyeurism. Like I said Nikki is jealous/possessive. No sharing. I think the idea of it would turn him on until it actually happens and he would end up getting up really jealous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The dude is a fucking god. He loves receiving but giving? You won’t be able to walk. So he likes both receiving and giving. receiving because he loves to see you on your knees for him and the way you look at him while your giving head, while giving he loves to hear the way you sound, the way you taste, and the way your body reacts to him and his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. “The faster you go the more orgaisms you can get in a night, the slower you go the less you get in the same amount of time” idk. NIKKI LOVES ROUGHNESS, like seriously he is not a easy simple cum and go guy. He’s a i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re gonna cum 10 times by morning type of guy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he’s horny and you’re there then you’re having a quickie, he prefers to have time to fuck but honestly you both get horny at the mist random times so it just has to be done.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hahaha, yes. Anything you wanna try Nikki is down. I’m serious anything, anything at all he will say yes, he’s always looking to try new things with you especially things he hasn’t done with anyone else before.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Night to morning. Morning to night. Idk maybe. I think he will keep going until either you or him say you can’t handle it anymore. But as for rounds I would say 4 to 6 maybe a half an hour to a hour long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he has some, not as much as one may think but I feel like he may have a couple vibrators, bondage, some plugs, dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE. He loves teasing the shit out of you. Will have you so close to having a orgaism and then pull away with a big stupid fucking grin on his face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won’t make a sound until he leans down to your ear and will start grunting and moaning, it drives you wild and he knows it which is why he does it everytime you guys fuck. He has and always will do that unless you’re in public then there’s no stopping whats coming out his mouth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves dirty talk, but mostly from you. It’s the only time you have ever actually seen Nikki visibly weak. He especially loves when you do it and look at him innocently, it really pushes him to a limit that no other woman has before.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Now from the pictures that I totally haven’t seen ;) he isn’t small but he isn’t huge. I think he’s a grower not a shower which is fine, he knows what he is doing and knows how to use it right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could take you anywhere, anytime, anyday. He’s ready whenever he’s just waiting for you to be ready too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little longer to fall asleep then it does to you so while you’re asleep and just lays there cuddling you wondering how you went from whatever he was just fucking into a soft innocent looking angel.

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx fanfiction #motley crue #motley crue x reader #motley crue imagine #80s rock #vince neil imagine #motley crue tommy #motley crue fanfiction #nikki sixx smut #motley crue smut

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in-tua-deep · 3 years

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idk if you still do au ideas but what if delores was a real person in the apocalypse? how it woul dbe done i have no idea but i love all your aus and thought it would be cool

okay okay I don't tend to go for real!Dolores aus admittedly because I find her much more compelling as what she is: a reflection of five himself and a symptom of his crushing loneliness

but i started thinking about it and you know what?? i think five deserves a little socialization, as a treat

so say like, 0.5% of the population is resistant to abilities. Allison would really struggle to rumor them, Five wouldn't be able to jump with them, and, most importantly, whatever the fuck Vanya's ability does has like, reduced damage or something

and the og apocalypse isn't the moon apocalypse, so let's say that it was pure waves of Vanya's powers that fucked over the earth

so 0.5% of the population survives the apocalypse. though, let's be honestly, the real number is a lot smaller than that. People who might have survived Vanya's initial power wave (miraculously) did not survive buildings crushing them or survive the car/plane/bus/train/other transportation crashes or survive being left alone when they are too young to reliably look after themselves, or the variety of other problems that come with 99.5% of the population dying at once

So, Five arrives in the apocalypse and is met with ruin and fire and a whole lot of dead people. He finds his siblings, but it doesn't matter. They're dead. He doesn't even recognize them at first, these strange grown-ups who he identifies not by their faces but by the umbrellas on their wrists that match his own

As he realizes the full impact of his situation, he hears a voice that says, very succinctly, "holy shit!"

It's a girl a few years older than Five himself, maybe 15 or 16, and she is very excited to see another survivor.

And here's where I u-turn this au around bc i'm not all that interested in real!Dolores, but I would be down to talk about Five meeting survivors in the apocalypse, because if Dolores is real I don't buy no one else survived.

So Dolores shows up and see a Literal Child crying over the corpses of his family and assumes that Five is a fellow survivor, and she immediately grabs him up. Five is incoherent with grief at this point anyway, so he doesn't even protest when she basically hauls him away from the bodies. She's babbling at him, but he doesn't really hear anything she's saying

And then she takes him to her dad

(Why not, let's have the 1% potentially be a heritable thing)

and her dad, let's call him just some dad name. like Rick. it has been a fucking WEEK for him, okay. he had his daughter with him, his ex-wife is on the other coast for her work, and by some miracle he survived the apocalypse and so did his child, and he's been wracking his brains trying to figure out what the fuck to do next

and then his daughter shows up with a traumatized thirteen-year-old in tow

now rick is a good dude. he's a dad. they get out of five that his name is five ("what the fuck" dolores mouths to him over five's shoulder and rick can't help but agree) and the bodies he found were his siblings ("Dad and Ben and Vanya weren't there though," this child cries desperately and rick feels his own heart clench in response, "They might still be alive!")

"We can look for them." Rick assures his new adopted child, because he is an adult in a fresh apocalypse and this kid has presumably lost everything he's ever known (more than rick even knows at the time)

and they do. They each get wagons and they go out and find supplies and look for other survivors. Five is... surprisingly helpful and also surprisingly docile as he is able to rely on Someone Else to give orders while he attempts to (dissociate) process what the fuck has happened

and here's the thing: Five prides himself on being independent, sort of. He's independent for a child soldier, but he's used to taking orders from a male authority figure and Rick happens to be just that

The first time that Five does something dangerous and Rick yells is a revelation

(Rick isn't sure if he hopes that Five's dad is alive or not, because if they find that man alive then Rick might just kill the jackass himself. Also like, Five is bizarrely knowledgeable out survival skills, like way too knowledgeable about it, which is helpful for them but also very concerning)

they find a newspaper and Five finds the article that mentions his father's recent death ("Huh. Heart attack." Five says, and there is no emotion in his voice)

(Years later, years later, Five and Rick talk. "I don't think I wanted to find him, either." Five admits, softly because Dolores is asleep, "I think I was more scared of finding him alive than I was of finding his body. He would've been so mad at me, I think.")

this newspaper is how Rick and Dolores find out about Five being Number Five, Umbrella Academy Missing Person

"Dude, what the fuck." Dolores says, wide eyes, "You're like, thirty?"

"I'm thirteen." Five says, and then checks the date on the newspaper again, "Also I think I would technically be 29 if I lived through all of it, 'cause it's April and my birthday is in October."

"You... time travelled?" Rick asks, which is honestly the more relevant question, "Can you go back?"

And Five just,,, crumples on himself. Because he tried, he tried really hard. It didn't work. "I'm gonna figure it out. I'm gonna go back, I'm going to save them."

That, Rick thinks, is a lot of weight to put on one person's shoulders, but especially the shoulders of a child.

"Alright." Rick says, because what else can he say after finding out his new child has superpowers and is from like, 2004? "What do you need?"

("Oh my god I have so many memes to teach you." Dolores says later, reverently. Five blinks in confusion and Rick mentally prepares himself for the recitation of so many vines)

And it's easier, somehow. Five sometimes feels like it's a betrayal, but he settles into apocalypse life with an ease that surprises him.

He lets Rick fuss over him and help tie his scarf securely around his head every morning before he sets off on supply runs with Dolores. And they're kids! Five has never had a friend before, and Dolores is funny and smart and she's struggling just as much as he is.

"I don't know if my mom's alive." She says to him, in solidarity when he checks the face of every corpse to see if they're Vanya.

Five is practical in the way only a child soldier can be. He's economical with the room in their wagons, carefully examining what might and what might not be useful.

Dolores, on the other hand, constantly takes up space with what Five sees as useless shit.

"Excuse you," Dolores says, shoving a game of monopoly, the entire discworld series, and a pack of glitter gel pens into her wagon, "These are absolutely vital apocalypse supplies."

She challenges him, plays with him in a way no one ever has. "I bet you I can find more batteries today than you can," She grins at him, "Winner gets to pick dinner first?"

"You're on." Five says, directly before Dolores pulls two packs of 24 AA batteries from behind her back, like a cheat.

Dolores makes him take a ten minute break when they find a playground that has been mostly not-destroyed. They rummage around kids backpacks and mother's handbags for some good loot, too numb to corpses to even be bothered all that badly about the corpses they belong to.

"I'm getting on the swings." Dolores says when Five starts making noises about moving on, "I haven't been on a swingset in ages."

"What's the point?" Five grumps.

"Don't be sour because you can't swing as high as I can!" Dolores laughs, getting higher and higher as the swings creak ominously.

Five grumpily gets into the other swing and grudgingly kicks himself back and forth until Dolores takes pity on him and teaches him how to properly move his legs and body to get higher and higher.

Dolores jumps from the swing seat and lands with a flourish and smile. Five jumps out of his seat and then jumps, warping right in front of Dolores and making her yell and hit at him in outrage. Five smiles the widest he has all week.

This is how Five grows up in the apocalypse, with Dolores teasing him into taking breaks and leaning over his shoulder to look at his math and scandalizing him by stating that she'd only just started on matrices in her own high school math class.

Every night they huddle around Rick while he picks up whatever book Dolores picked out that day because it is a travesty that Five has never read hunger games or whatever, and then they read together because it would be a genuine blood bath if they all took turns. The first time Five accidentally mentioned a spoiler and Dolores genuinely considered murder was the birthday of this tradition

Some days the air is too smoky or there are dust storms or it's just plain too dangerous to go out, and they all stay in. Dolores regales Five with stories about public school, and Five tells them about his siblings.

Then they all cry

"I shouldn't be crying." Five sobs.

"Shut the fuck up," Dolores sobs back, "You literally watched me lose my shit over remembering my shitty eighth grade dance and listened to me sob-sing toxic for like four hours."

"In fairness I also wished you would shut up then."

"Let me hug you or I will start singing songs that I only remember the chorus for again you absolute fucker."

"I could always sing some -"

"No, Rick/Dad."

And Five grows up. Rick shows him how to shave very carefully in front of cracked mirrors. Dolores teases him every time his voice cracks. Rick tells Five in no uncertain terms that he loves and cares for him, and that Reginald was a little bitch. There are a lot of heartfelt conversations around that, honestly. Rick telling Five that he and the siblings deserved better, that they were children and deserved to have a childhood.

And that he has faith in Five. Rick and Dolores both do, they bring him back paper and pens and pencils and chalk and anything Five can use to write equations. They poke around any libraries for books on theoretical mathematics and quantum physics. Rick and Dolores go out scouting for food while Five stays home and can work longer.

They also make him take breaks, make sure that he's looking after himself.

They're a little better off than OG!Five when it comes to food, because some animals survive. Enough that Rick figures out how to hunt. Five is the first one to each bugs, and even though Dolores makes faces they all start eating bugs as well.

"Pretty sure there's loads of cultures that eat bugs." Rick says grudgingly, wondering if he should try stirfry the cockroaches and if that would improve the taste. "There's even, uh, cricket flour or whatever, right?"

"Plus you eat like, five spiders a year when you're asleep." Dolores says cheerfully, just to watch her dad's face scrunch up in displeasure.

"That doesn't sound true, but I don't know enough about spiders to dispute it." Five mutters, and Dolores gives him such a proud look that it makes him roll his eyes.

They're in their thirties when Rick dies. He's out foraging and hunting, and the rubble he's standing on gives way and he ends up with a gash in his leg. He manages to stop the bleeding, but the world is filthy and they don't have any antibiotics.

He gets an infection.

"It's okay." He tells both of his kids, "It's okay. I'm just so glad that you guys have each other, y'hear? I'm so glad."

"It's not okay." Five says, voice thick and choked, "It's not."

"Yeah, well, you're going to figure out how to go back, right? Go back in time and save everyone. Then I'll have never died, right?" Rick smiles, "And even if you don't, I'll be waiting for you on the other side and we'll see each other again anyway."

"I'm going to fix it."

"I know. I have faith in you, Five." Ricks says honestly, and that's more than Reginald ever said.

They sit quietly together while Dolores is out scavenging. They've been taking turns sitting with Rick.

"I won't remember you, in the past, will I?" Rick says rhetorically, but Five answers anyway.

"I don't think so."

Rick hums, "Well, doesn't matter. If you need help in the past, you come to me, y'hear?"

"You won't remember me."

"Doesn't matter. You come find me, and you tell me your crazy story until I believe you, and then I'll help you." Rick says firmly, "You're family. You're my son. Timelines? Don't matter. If you need help, with anything, even if it's just with - with filling out a bowling team or something -"

"I have never been bowling in my life and you know it." Five interrupts, but it makes him laugh just a little bit which was clearly Rick's intention.

"Well who knows what you'll get up to in the past! You'll be able to go bowling, you know. Get to wear those uncomfortable shoes. Hey, you go far enough back maybe you can go to Dolores's tenth birthday party and put me out of my misery."

"Was she bad at bowling?"

"Oh, she was wiping the floor with me. No contest."

"Honestly, that sounds absolutely accurate."

"Shut up, bowling just wasn't my sport. Regardless, the point was that I'm giving you a free pass to come and get me. Because I know you, I know how you think." Rick brings up his hand to tap his finger against Five's forehead, "You get it into your head that you need to go it alone, take it all on your shoulders. I'm telling you that if you do that I'll somehow manifest my memories and come smack you over the head for being stupid, you hear?"

"I'm not dragging you into anything." Five says firmly, "I'll have my siblings."

"Who were also children." Rick points out. "And dragging? Dragging is such a strong word for a volunteer."

"A volunteer who won't remember volunteering." Five shoots back.

Rick just shrugs, and then winces when the movement jolts his bad leg. "Five, I'm going to be honest with you here. And sappy. Can you handle a bit of sappiness for a minute?"

"No."

"Well too bad. Can't leave a dying man, you'd feel too bad. So you're stuck with me. But you listen good, okay? Because you aren't dragging me into anything. Whatever life you have, I want to have a part of that. Because you're my son. Wherever you are, whatever you do, I want to help because you're family. What you'd be doing by leaving me out of it is depriving me of someone I love, depriving me of knowing one of the best kids I've ever known."

"Shut up." Five says, choked.

"Nope, it's sappy time." Rick states, "Maybe asking you to come find me is selfish, but I don't care. No matter what version of me exists, I want to be in your life."

"My life is a walking joke, why would you want any part of that?"

"It has been my privilege to watch you grow up. To help you. To be here for you. Of course I'd want to be there to watch you grow up the rest of the way."

"But -"

"Shut up, just let me tell you that I am so proud of you. You never give up, and your heart is so big. You love so much and so loudly, and it's been the highest honor of my life to be included in your family."

Five pauses for a moment to collect himself before simply saying - "You're the best dad I've ever had."

Rick snorts, "Considering my competition, I'd sure hope so. That bar was so low old Reggie was practically limbo dancing with the devil. Now get over here and give an old man a hug."

They don't bury Rick, when he dies. They don't have time and the ground is too hard and they don't have the heart to move him. Instead the pack everything up and seal him in the shelter they'd lived in.

Dolores pulls out a bottle of ancient nail polish and painstakingly writes Rick's name on the wall with his birth year and an approximate current year. They aren't 100% sure though, since time blends together out in the apocalypse, but it's something.

They continue by themselves. They get older.

Dolores jokingly calls him her husband because the way his face scrunches up makes her cackle. They see other people very occasionally, usually passing through. Usually groups. Dolores and Five get to flex their hosting skills, though more than one group declines their cockroach stirfry.

("It's a family recipe." Five says with amusement in his eyes that usually manages to drown out old grief.)

"Jeeze, that kid couldn't have been older'n twenty-three." Dolores complains, "Makes me feels positively ancient."

"They wouldn't have known any world 'cept for the apocalypse." Five muses, pouring some boiled water into wine glasses because they might be living in the apocalypse but they can be fancy.

"Do you ever think about that?" Dolores asks, turning to him with no judgement, just curiosity. "When you go back, you'll be like, erasing them from existence."

Five shrugs, "Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe this place will just split off into an alternate timeline."

"Maybe none of this is real." Dolores says, amusement coloring her voice. "Maybe you aren't talking to a real person at all. Maybe this is just a symbol of your insanity and cracked mind."

"Dolores, I literally have a scar where you stabbed me. Did I somehow manage to stab myself in the back?"

"Scraped you, I scraped you. By accident."

"So you maintain." Five says haughtily, swirling his water in his wine glass like a pretentious prick.

"I could totally be fake. You don't know my life."

"I know way too much about you, Dolores. Like, way way too much." Five scoffs, because Dolores and him have literally no secrets from one another at this point. Five even knows the truth behind what happened at Janet Scranton's thirteenth birthday party. Like, he said, way too much.

"Maybe you made it up. Maybe that's why you know so much."

"Dolores, I'm going to be honest with you right now." Five presses the tips of his fingers to his chin, "If you were a figment of my imagination, you would be so much better at math."

"Hey!" Dolores squawks indignantly, "I didn't even get to finish high school you pretentious prick!"

"Neither did I!"

"You didn't even go to high school, you brat."

"I'm fifty-two I think I've outgrown 'brat.'"

"Tell that to your attitude." Dolores says haughtily, "You're still younger than me."

"Won't be when I go back in time." Five says cheerfully, completely ignoring Dolores's venomous look.

"That's cheating."

"Sucks to suck." Five says loftily, taking another sip of his water.

Sometimes they talk about The Plan, with capital letters. What Five is going to do when he goes back in time, depending on when he pops out. Is he going to adopt his siblings? What about Reginald?

"You don't think I could kill Reginald?" Five says, holding a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"I think you should let me do it. I'll even give you control of tonight's music if you do."

"What are you doing to do? Bite his ankles? What if you're like, seven or something?"

"All the better to get away with it since I'll be too young to convict or whatever."

"Pretty sure that's not how the law works."

"How would you know? Just for that I'm playing Istanbul on repeat again."

"I don't know why you think that's a threat. That song slaps."

It takes a few more years before Five is close enough that the Commission comes to interfere. Because that's what I think happened - Five was getting too close and they stepped in because they might as well distract the man as much as they can with missions, right?

So the Handler shows up. And she offers Five a job, telling him that they have the ability to travel through time. And Five - hesitates.

"Give me some time?" Five asks, and the Handler graciously gives him 24 hours.

And he and Dolores talk it over, because now that his goal is more in sight than it has ever been and Five is scared.

"What are you waiting for? You have the chance to see your siblings again." Dolores says patiently.

"Yeah," Five says, and what he doesn't say is clear. But I won't see you.

"Five." Dolores says, and she cradles his face between her palms like he is something precious, "I have had so much time with you already. More than I would have ever. We have been so lucky, to have this time. How can I demand more than what we have already been given?"

"When have you ever not demanded the world, Dolores?" Five asks, his own hand coming up to cover Dolores's own.

"We've had decades together, Five. We're getting old. I was always going to lose you, one way or another. Nothing lasts forever."

"I don't want to lose you."

"I know. But if I had to choose a way, if I could decide where our story ends, this would be it. Letting you go, because this way you get to live. You get to see your family again. You get to save the world. I could ask for nothing more than for you to get your happy ending."

Five removes Dolores's hand from his cheek so that he can cradle it between them, "I'm happy here with you. I've never been happier. Isn't that silly? That I was happier in the apocalypse?"

"I bet killing Reggie would make you happy." Dolores laughs rustily.

"One day you're going to see the mysterious disappearance of a famous billionaire in the paper and feel a twinge of satisfaction and now have a clue why." Five laughs as well, shaking his head.

Dolores pats Five's hands, "Five, look at me. We've had our time. And you're going to give me even more of it. More time with my father. More time with my mother. I'll never know it, but you'll have saved me."

"What if this is - what if this is an alternate reality? What if I leave you here alone?"

"Then you'll be saving a 15-year-old girl from the same fate as me. Because as much as I love you, as much as I have loved this time we have had together, this is still an apocalypse. This should never have happened, and if you have a chance to go back and prevent it, then I want you to take that chance with both hands."

"Even if it means leaving you alone?"

Dolores smiles at him, "I'm not going to be alone. Far too many creepy crawlies in the apocalypse for that."

"Shut up, I'm being serious."

"Hmm." Dolores hums consideringly, "Maybe I'll head North, to that new settlement that last group said they'd heard word of. Sure they'd find some use for an old woman who's survived this long in the wilderness."

"You can have my half of the record collection." Five says, pulling her against him into a hug that she easily returns.

"As if I wouldn't have stolen them as soon as you left." She scoffs, but it's a little wet, and Five pretends his own eyes aren't leaking tears.

When The Handler comes back, Dolores gives him another hug. She also slips something into his pocket - some photos. They'd taken it a year into the apocalypse, when Dolores had found an ancient looking polaroid camera and towed it home despite Five's protests about practicality. The photos are worn and faded at the edges, but the smiles on Five's little apocalypse family's faces are undeniable.

"You'll have to see if they magically fade when you change the timeline." Dolores whispers to him with a grin, "Like in the movies."

"Okay." Five whispers back.

"You have the list of movies to watch, right?" Dolores says. Five rolls his eyes and nods because he wrote the list last night into his Vanya-book while Dolores hovered over his shoulder and critiqued his handwriting.

"And you promise to try a proper non-expired twinkie at some point?"

"That I do not promise. I think even looking at one would make me lose my lunch. I have twinkie-trauma."

"Shut up and get going." Dolores says, because the Handler is starting to tap her foot impatiently.

And off Five goes to become an assassin. Though - he's much more gentle this time. He's careful, he doesn't kill children and he usually takes jobs that don't require killing at all. He distracts and manipulates events as much as he can without killing.

He's actually much more well socialized, thanks to Rick and Dolores. Less feral child and more determined man on a mission.

Which is why he's so frustrated when he finally, finally manages to get the equations to work and falls through and falls - directly back into his stupid thirteen-year-old body.

"Shit." Five says, loudly, and revels in the surprised look on his siblings faces.

He strides into the kitchen, and they all follow him like ducklings. They look exactly the way they did when they died.

"Wow this is actually way harder than I thought it would be." Five muses, looking at their dead faces. But as Dolores would say, life is hard but you have to keep on trucking sometimes. "Whatever, what's the date?"

"Five, where have you been?" Diego demands, looking irritated. It makes Five snort in amusement.

"The future. The past. If you want like, an exact list of dates you'll have to hold your horses. I spent like, two weeks in Peru once. No souvenirs though, unfortunately."

They look taken aback, like they didn't expect Five to have quite this much sass. Oops. That is definitely Dolores's influence. Or maybe he was always a little asshole. In fairness, what teenagers aren't tiny assholes? He has an excuse.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Diego's eyebrows are furrowed in anger. It kind of takes Five aback for a second, because he remembers a Diego who stutters when he argued.

"When did you learn the fuck-word?" Five asks, raising an eyebrow before her can help it, "Grace ought to wash your mouth out with soap."

Diego immediately goes red, "Shut up!"

"Wow you're so easy to rile up. Aren't you like, twenty-something? Actually, I could figure out for myself how old you are if you gave me the date."

"I'm twenty-nine." Diego growls, like that was the point.

"Haunting!" Five says cheerfully, because that means there is way less time than he would like, narrowing his time down to a six month window.

It's extremely funny how his cheer makes all of them make faces.

It's Klaus who leans forward, "Why do you need to know?"

Klaus's face is open and curious and - (looks exactly like he did when Five found him all those years ago) - and Five can't help but answer him. "The world end on April 1st, 2019. No it isn't an April Fools joke, yes I have heard that joke like a million different times. I just want to know how close I landed so I can, you know, start working on how to fix that."

"Woah woah woah, roll it back." Allison says, holding a hand up, "What?"

"The apocalypse occurs on April 1st, 2019." Five says, slowly. "I have traveled from afar to prevent this from happening, because like, everyone dies."

"Everyone?" Vanya says weakly from the side.

She's clearly expecting to be ignored, so Five turns his head to address her directly by wiggling his hand back and forth a little. "Sort of. Like, not too many people survive at all. A handful of the human population, you know."

"But you survived?" Diego recovers admirably, if bitingly.

"Well, no." Five says rolling his eyes, "Wouldn't you just know it, Klaus here has managed to figure out a new ability!"

Everyone turns to look at Klaus, who immediately holds up his hands like he's being arrested or something, "I did not!"

"Wonderful! Now that we've established that I'm alive -"

"Why should we trust a word you say?" Luther says for the first time, looking pensive.

Five blinks, genuinely taken aback. "Because... I'm your brother? Because I can clearly and obviously time travel? Like, yeah, it would have been more convenient if I'd arrived in like, my old-body for proof-purposes, but like. I mean. Thirteen is still a pretty convincing age to be to prove time travel considering if I hadn't, I would be like, almost thirty."

"Roll it back again." Allison says firmly, "What do you mean by 'old body'?"

"Great question!" Five says pointing at Allison and smiling. Everyone looks at him weird again, and Five takes a moment to wonder if they've ever experienced positive reinforcement. Knowing Reginald, probably not. "Wait! Is Reggie alive? Wait, no, answer that in a second. Uh. When I time traveled I fucked up my body I guess, I was like, old. White hair and wrinkles-type old from spending decades in the apocalypse. But I fucked up the calculations and got booted back to my thirteen-year-old body, I guess. How, I have no idea."

"What?" Vanya says, still equally weakly.

"You have no idea how fucked up time travel is." Five whispers conspiratorially to Vanya, loud enough for the whole table to hear, "There are so many ways to die. Or permanently tear a hold in space time. But like, with life as we know if ending soon-ish, I figured I couldn't possibly fuck it up worse than it already was, y'know? Speaking of, anyone have the date again?"

"Wait, what was that about dad?" Luther asks, very focused.

"Oh, you still call him dad? Big oof." Five says automatically, because apparently his verbal filter is shot to hell after living with Dolores. It does make Klaus bark out a too-loud laugh.

"What does that mean?" Luther asks aggressively.

"It means Reginald sucks and doesn't deserve the title of 'dad,' what did you think I meant?" Five asks, and now both Diego and Vanya and both cracking smiles, though Vanya is covering hers with a hand.

"Have some respect for the dead." Luther growls, standing up and looking very large and threatening.

Five sways back, craning his head up, "Woah there big buy, sit down before I injure my poor growing spine looking up at you. Jeeze, did Reggie force feed you steroids or something? I wouldn't put it past him but like, I just want to know he at least went over the side effects of the drug with you. Also like, thanks for narrowing it down. Also terrifying! Seriously though, exact date please because if I have less than 24 hours I am going to break down crying and that is a threat."

"I love this Five." Klaus says reverently.

"March 21st." Vanya offers, finally.

"Wow! Terrifying!" Five says, clapping his hands together, "Hate that. Ten days, huh? Well, who wants to get on board the save-the-world express?"

Klaus immediately flings his hand in the air, Five points at his brother appreciatively. "Yes, excellent! I'll take the volunteer in the lovely skirt as my first team member. Any other volunteers?"

"Danke!" Klaus simpers, grinning widely like this is the vest entertainment he's had in weeks.

"I'm not just going to stand here and listen to you badmouth dad and boss us around." Luther slams his hands on the table.

"Well not with that attitude." Five snarks.

Diego raises his hand, "I would like to join team fuck dad as well."

"We can certainly debate team names later." Five says, nodding wisely as Luther gives some sort of scandalized gasp.

"Honestly, I just want to see where this is going." Klaus confesses.

Five shrugs, because he doesn't really care about the reason. "Don't you want to prove me wrong them? Prove what a well-adjusted young man Reginald Hargreeves raised?"

"Shut up." Luther grinds out, looking a moment away from throwing a punch.

"If this is all true, I have to get home." Allison cuts in, looking concerned, "I have - I have a daughter."

"I mean, if you want to give Claire a world to live in then I'd stick around, but that's just me." Five shrugs.

"You know her name?" Allison asks, obviously taken aback.

Five is almost offended, "Uh, yeah. I have her photo as well. Y'all get on like, a bizarre number of gossip magazine covers did you know that?"

Allison manages to outdo herself in terms of being taken aback once more.

There's a beat of silence, and then Five turns, "Vanya? You in?"

"Me?" Vanya blinks, looking shocked. "What can I do?"

"Yeah, what can she do?" Diego asks, crossing his arms and suddenly looking grumpy.

It baffles Five, who scrunches his nose, "Uh, like, a lot? I assume? I mean. I'm going to be honest here, just looking at y'all right now is a lot. In more ways than one! Hashtag trauma and all that, but like, name a single one of you that wouldn't be the most obvious person in the room as soon as you walked into it. Except Vanya, who somehow manages to look like a well adjusted adult, by some miracle."

"Did you just verbally say the word hashtag?" Allison asks, looking so deeply confused.

"More concerned about the trauma he tacked onto there, but y'know, to each their own." Klaus immediately cuts in.

"You think I'm well-adjusted?" Vanya asks, looking oddly touched.

"I would like to direct your attention to Diego's leather pants-scowl combo and Luther's general aura of daddy-issues." Five says pointedly, "I can practically smell the tragic comic book backstory in this room. If I'd jumped back a decade earlier this would have been Batman's wet dream of orphan selection."

"Alright! Game plan!" Five says, waving Diego's knife in his hand.

Diego's hands immediately go to his weird harness looking thing, "Hey!"

"Give me just one moment to get the tracker out." Five rolls his eyes, "Then I'll give it back, I promise. Also if someone could ask Grace for like, some antibiotics that would be good."

"What?" Allison asks, directly before Five stabs himself and there is suddenly panic at the table.

"Relax!" Five says, allowing Diego to remove the knife from his hands. He doesn't need it anyway and his hand immediately drops down to root in the wound.

"Five what the fuck!" Diego yells, but Five just pulls up bloody fingers and waves the tracker into Diego's stupefied face.

"What the fuck is that, Five?" Allison demands, looking very shaken.

"I literally just said it was a tracker." Five points out, "Now, I think our first team activity should be voting on whether we destroy it or take it out to bumfuck nowhere and ditch it to confuse the Commission."

"What the fuck is the Commission?" Diego barks.

"Man. Maybe I should just hit up Rick." Five muses, "This is going to take so much explaining."

"Who is Rick."

"So much explaining."

#survivors au #well adjusted five au #five actually has some social skills!#and an idea of what an actual parent looks like as well #klaus absolutely adores this version of five #who quotes vines and uses gen z slang with the best of them #five has been reliably informed that public education is worse than the apocalypse #but he's also pretty sure working with his family is worse as well #five: i have so much trauma lol #klaus: oh big same #vanya: mood #five is somehow the most well adjusted hargreeves #and the most responsible #he doesn't legally exist and he doesn't pay taxes but somehow he has his shit together #five showing up at rick's house: you don't know me but i know you in the future #rick: what the fuck #five: don't make me bring up bethany midler from highschool because you gave me so many embarrassing stories to convince yourself with #rick: okay okay i believe you and you are???#five: your son from the future lol what's up dad want to help save the world #five arriving back at the manor like: WHAT'S UP LOSERS RICK IS NOW YOUR DAD TOO BC GOD KNOWS Y'ALL NEED AN ACTUAL FATHER FIGURE #klaus calls rick a dilf and five kidney punches him hard enough that klaus can't even properly introduce himself #it's better for everyone that way #delores: 15 and ready to fuck someone up #delores: i'm not staying with this weirdo (diego) while you go off with my dad #five threateningly: don't make me bring up what really happened to dad's good suit in 2012 #delores: i will stay right here #rick: wait WHAT happened to my good suit #five: unimportant don't you want to save the world #long post #far tua long

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hopeless reality

BAU team x reader

request: Hii! I’m in serious need of some angsty sshhiiiit and I love your writing... Could you maybe write some platonic BAU x reader where the reader is the youngest, idk she can be like 20 or something, and a case goes TERRIBLY wrong and she’s injure dying and everyone’s like but she can’t die, she was supposed to outlive us all!

warnings: kinda sad, panicked everyone, hotch basically abandons all of them, some spoliers past season 6, no concrete ending..

a/n: I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS ITS SO DIFFERENT

“I can do it.”

Those words weren't surprising for any of them.

As the youngest, Y/N was always looking for new ways to prove herself to all of them. She was used to the staring, and the scoffs people made when they saw her next to the all mighty prestigious BAU team. She was used to people looking at her and wondering if they had picked someone up off of the highway, or if she was a murder just riding along with them. She was used to being undermined and underestimated by everyone.

Age was a tricky little thing people didn't seem to look past.

But it wasn't as if she put up with it. When the local police officers were making side remarks about her right behind her back, she didn't keep her mouth shut. Didn't stand there and listen to them expect nothing of her.

And she enjoyed the looks on their faces when they realized she was listening. She liked the stammered apologies that came out of their mouths while she stared them down.

She wasn't one to bite her tongue.

And she had something to prove, to herself and to all of her teammates. She had to show them that she was valuable, that her age didn't affect how much she could do, how much she was willing to do.

And so, it was expected when she offered herself up like a doll for sale.

It's what happens during every case.

This time though, all of her teammates nodded along with her. It was a man closer to her age, only a couple of years older, and she was the most likely to lure him. The most likely to trap him in the prison of being caught.

“Okay, Y/L/N will go in, Morgan and Rossi follow her in as backup, blend into the crowd.” Everyone awaited Hotch's formal orders, ready to finally be done with the case that had taken them days to solve. “You three need to remember, he's going to be on the lookout for us, he's definitely seen the news by now.”

The three of them nodded, Y/N already antsy on her feet as she waited to leave. Definitely the most willing to catch him out of anybody else in the room.

She nodded at the rest of the team, smiling at Garcia’s “See you soon Neptune! Be careful.” from the phone on the table. She grabbed her bag, filled with clothes that would help her fit into the bar scene, and her vest. Just in case.

She started to walk out the door, trailing after Morgan and Rossi as they got ready to leave when Hotch called her back into the room.

Everyone else had already left, and her nerves were telling her to continue walking and get to her job, but out of anyone else there, she was used to being pulled back behind.

“Yeah, Hotch?”

“You shouldn't hesitate to call in Derek or Dave, this unsub isn't going to stick around if he suspects something. You know that?”

It took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes at his protective instincts, instead going for a smile, hoping to ease whatever paternal nerves he could be feeling.

“Course, Hotchner. I know what to do.”

She nodded at him, choosing not to stay any longer than she had to, saving herself from his double-checking, and reassuring.

She waved with one of her hands walking out the door.

Wearing a dress and both a bulletproof vest was extremely uncomfortable. Especially when it was supposed to be discreet.

Y/N sat in the middle of the bar, sipping on a fake drink, throwing smiles to anybody who seemed to look at her, waiting for the one person she needed looks from to approach her.

She knew what to expect, an alpha male, expecting her to fall under his wing and go with him home- which of course would be when he would torture and murder her like he did all those other girls -and she wasn't going to let herself slip up when he was so close.

A couple of guys had come up to her already, asking her if she was new around if she needed some help getting home, if she was lost in a bar like this one. All things that she tried not to show disgust at, smiling and telling them she was expecting someone.

Though, when she saw him, she knew he would be different.

He was carrying himself differently. Smirking at everyone else, unlike a normal too confident male would. It was more threatening, like he expected everyone in the room to do whatever he said, whenever he said.

An alpha male.

Y/N could tell in almost an instant that this was her guy, and that it was time to put on a show.

It was an easy catch. The bait pulled him perfectly.

And she played the part just as expected.

Laughing at everything he said, smiling at him whenever she got the opportunity, drinking the drink she knew he was planning to spike soon.

It was a rehearsed part, one she was exceptional at.

But, when he started pushing her, begging her to come home with him, promising her that he would make it worth her while, she didn't know what to do.

With the last girls, he had waited longer, drugged them before he even dared to take them home, stayed at the bar with them so that they would be more comfortable with him.

But it had only been twenty minutes, only a short minute since he had first looked at her.

He was devolving too fast.

Y/N smiled, trying not to let the sudden nerves she felt show in her eyes, trying to keep herself comfortable sitting so close to him.

She looked over to Derek, who was sitting across the bar, pretending to drink while he listened to their conversation. He was looking back at her, giving her a look that she knew was asking if she was okay, if she knew what to do. He was worried too.

She took a quiet deep breath in.

“I haven't finished my drink yet,” she said, playing dumb, trying to act like she was innocent enough, trying to test him.

“I have plenty of drinks back at my place.”

She giggled, playing with the bracelet on her wrist, looking back over to Derek.

“It's so early in the night…” She whispered, flaunting her confidence, playing off her “drunkenness” as best as she could while still smiling at him.

But she could tell that he was getting impatient, and wasn't willing to wait anymore.

“What game are you playing?”

And she could hear his real voice. Not the man that went to strange bars to pick up women, but the man who murdered them as soon as he took them home. The man who was planning to murder her.

She looked over to Derek once more, once too much.

The unsub was looking with her, glaring eyes meeting Derek’s, and the reaction was written out in front of all of them.

He had seen Derek on TV. Seen him with the FBI.

He turned back around, his hand slipping to his pocket.

“You’re with them huh?” He was whispering, but his voice was demanding, furious.

And the giggle that came out Y/N wasn't fake this time, just nervous.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, her feet tapping on the barstool, her body getting ready to run, trying to smile.

“The FBI.”

He spat the words in her face. The smile falling from her lips.

The hand moving to point at her.

What was it she wondered?

What was pain?

“Physical pain inspires the worst kind of helplessness.”

Ambulances were surprisingly loud.

Louder than you’d assume.

They were threatening, and dangerous, and did nothing to help give you hope.

Derek didn't get scared. He didn't need hope to keep him upright, he wasn't threatened by any of the ambulances that he had seen before, he didn't find them too loud.

But he was supposed to be protecting her.

They all knew, going into the bar, before the bar, that it was dangerous. They all knew that there was a strong possibility that she could get hurt. But she was cautious, and she was brave. So he didn't worry. He didn't think he had to worry. Even with an unsub who was known for lashing out, for making big decisions with no thought. Hotch had told Derek, all of them, that this would be harder than normal, that they needed to be more watchful, more careful.

She’d been laughing with them in the car on the way over. Telling them that if either Derek or Rossi got in the way of her job, she’d disown them as her friends. She’d laughed and joked with them, not an ounce of fear in her eyes, no anxiety resting upon her body.

But he saw that look in her eyes.

That strange scared look.

It was unfamiliar, an anomaly to him. He’d never seen her eyes like that.

She was the youngest, the most daring, the person who offered to do anything that no one else wanted to.

She laughed when one of them said they were too tired to go out for drinks, offered to watch both Hotch and JJ kids when they were busy. She moved between them like she was mending with them, and she was everyone's best friend.

She took too many risks, moved too fast, thought too hard. She did everything on a whim, but it was impossible to stop her. Impossible to fade her from the scene. Impossible for anything to scare her like it would any person.

He’d never had to worry about her before.

She’d made it clear that she could take care of herself, that she was strong, that just because she was the youngest and most inexperienced, it didn't mean she couldn't do what any one of them could.

She was so strong.

And he’d never seen that look in her eyes before.

Desperation, trepidation. Two things that had never filled his body like in that moment.

He could see the unsub moving, he could see her worried eyes, her panicked posture. He saw everyone else around them, moving normally, none of them quite as scared as she was. He saw Rossi looking over at him from the bar.

And he saw the gun in the unsubs hands.

He wished he had been paying attention more, watching her, checking to make sure she seemed just fine. He wished he had watched the unsub, checked to make sure he couldn't see any weapons on him. He wished that he could’ve done it all over again, asked her to step back, to let him catch the guy.

And he wished he could’ve been fast enough.

The unsub had pulled out the gun, had stared at her with his threatening eyes, and she moved back, tried to get away but, she wasn't fast enough, and the unsub was too quick.

Derek had watched her stumble backward. He watched the pain light in her eyes and the panic fade out.

She used to tease him about watching everything.

“We aren't at work, you don't have to profile everyone in the room, Derek.”

Then she’d pass him a drink. Tell him that it was supposed to be fun, that they all needed a little more fun in their lives.

But now, all Derek needed was to get her eyes out of his head.

Her eyes were so desperate and panicked and worried for everyone, for everything. Her eyes were usually so brave and so curious.

He needed to get them out of his head, he needed this moment to be over.

He needed to not be sitting in the back of an ambulance with her.

It was surprisingly loud.

And scary.

He’d never been scared like this before.

Rossi wasn't worried.

He wasn't. Really.

He knew her, knew how fast her body would spring back, rejuvenate itself. He knew that she was strong, that she could stand any amount of pain, that when he saw her next she would be smiling, and she’d ask him if this meant they could have a party.

He knew she’d be fine.

He wasn't allowed to go in the ambulance with Y/N and Derek. The paramedics assured both him and Derek that only one could go, and Rossi could see the time slipping past them. He could see the clock ticking and he knew that they had to speed things up.

So, he’d pushed Derek into the ambulance.

He wasn't worried, so why would he go with her?

Besides, Derek was scared. He was shut down and focused so much on her, Rossi thought that Derek would have fought him for the place in the ambulance.

He thought about all the people he’d seen get hurt while working this job. Thought about all the times one of them made a mistake, or someone wasn't quick enough. Most of the time, they were fine. Not many people got hurt on the job.

There was always a couple weeks of leave, a couple weeks to get themselves back together, but they always came back.

He hadn't seen too many people die.

So he wasn't worried. The odds were that she would live. The odds were that she would be completely fine by the time he got to the hospital.

Because she was strong. She was healthy, had a young body, and more energy than she needed in the first place.

Rossi thought it might be good for her to slow down. This might be a good experience for someone like her. Someone who takes too many risks, goes out on a whim, and doesn't slow down even when she has the chance.

This might help her become a better agent. Someone more careful.

He wasn't worried.

She’d be fine.

Really.

JJ got the news first.

Back at the police department, while they were clearing up. She knew that Derek, Hotch, and Rossi all knew. She knew that the unsub had clued into who Y/N was, she knew that Derek and Rossi hadn't been enough to protect her. She knew that Y/N was on her way to the hospital, that she’d been shot in the field.

They didn't tell her where. Or how she was doing.

JJ had been here before. She had been in the situation of not knowing, of constant anxiety, of the questions that just bang back and forth in your head until you can get your answers.

She knew how that felt.

She looked over to Spencer and Emily, both of them clueless to what was going on, to their friend being brought to the hospital.

“Have you got the unsub detained?” She whispered, leaving the room, trying to gather all of the facts before she made assumptions.

“Yes. He's on his way to the police station now.”

“And no one else was hurt?”

“No.”

JJ nodded to herself, feeling relieved at the news.

The questions were in her head, spinning around. She knew that she wouldn't have any of them answered any time soon. Not until they could get into the hospital and see her.

“And JJ?”

Hotch’s voice was the same as always. Demanding.

“Yes?”

“I need you to tell Spencer and Emily.”

“Hotch-”

“I’ve got to go.”

And then she was left. With her news. And her questions.

And her confusion.

Of how this could ever have happened.

Hotch wasn't allowed to have a reaction. He wasn't allowed to think about it.

He was working. He had to do his job.

Members of his team had been shot before.

They all knew the risk there was in going in. They all knew how disguises couldn't hide everything. And they all knew that people got hurt doing the job.

It wasn't surprising. Wasn't anything new.

But she had reassured him. She had told him she knew what she was doing, she knew what she was doing.

He had believed her.

He could hear his voice in her head, telling all of them that she would do it. Like she always did. Like every other time, she got the chance.

She never took a step back, never looked at the situation before offering to go.

It was reckless and stupid.

No one ever said a thing. When she offered to be the bait, all of them accepted it, expected it. They all knew that she would be the first to jump at the chance to go out in the field. They all knew that she was smart and strong, and she knew what she was doing.

None of them ever said no. It was so hard to say no to her.

But she had reassured him, Hotch had double-checked this time, just to make sure she would be safe. He put two experienced agents as her back up, two people that he trusted and knew would protect her.

“I can do it.”

She could do it.

She’d been shot.

And he felt like blaming himself, felt like being angry, furious at her for offering to go, for reassuring him and lying, and he felt like being angry at himself for letting him go, for not properly preparing her.

But he didn't have time to ponder those thoughts.

He didn't have the time.

He couldn't have a reaction.

He had a job to do.

He was working.

He wouldn't think of it.

Emily probably knew better than anyone else.

She was probably most familiar with pain. With hurt.

She knew how this would affect her, she knew how she would feel. She knew how it would change her even after she was healed. She knew how the scar would never leave her body, and that she would wince every time she saw it.

No matter how much Emily wished she wouldn't understand, she did.

She knew what would happen to Y/N.

If she lived that is. If she was strong enough, if the bullet wasn't stronger than her. If she wasn't too late, if the doctors could save her. If she would stay alive.

And she would be there this time.

If she died. If the world was cruel enough to take her away.

She would have to be with her friends, she wasn't allowed to run away again. She wasn't allowed to go across the world and break alone, she wasn't allowed to turn her back like she had before. Even if she wanted to. Even if running away seemed like the only thing she could do. She would stand by them, and learn what it felt like to have your friend die.

But she wouldn't come back.

That was probably the hardest thought.

If Y/N died, she wouldn't have the opportunity to come back. She wouldn't have the months to heal, the job across the world, she would have the pain of knowing that her friends thought she was dead, but she also wouldn't have any pain.

She’d be dead. Gone. Forever.

And Emily knew what that meant.

It almost killed her to know that.

When she watched Spencer freeze as JJ told both of them, when she saw the worry in JJ’s eyes, she knew that the only thing she could do was be there for all of them. For her, if she could. And for them, if she had to.

It was a scary thing to know your friend was hurt. To know that while everything else in the world stayed the same, several hearts were breaking with the knowledge of the pain their friend was in. It was crazy to think that not everyone's world changed.

It was selfish of her to be thinking of herself, to be avoiding the memories and the thought that came with Y/N being dead. It was selfish to assume she was. It was selfish that she wasn't doing anything to help her friends, to help herself. It was terrible of her not to hope, not allow herself to feel some relief.

But she had to protect herself.

Expect the worse, welcome the best.

Emily was scared. She was scared for Y/N, scared to be there this time, scared to have to hold everyone together like she couldn't before. Scared for the worse to be the reality. For her friend to really be gone.

She could hear her laugh in her head. She knew that it wouldn't leave. It wouldn't go away until Emily could hear it again.

Pain.

She was so familiar with. She was so used to.

Pain.

Emily probably knew that better than anyone else.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

That's all Spencer knew.

He didn't know what was going to happen, if she would live, if she would die, if she was okay, if she wasn't. He didn't know what they would do without her, what would happen if she really did die, if the youngest died before any of the oldest could.

He didn't know how everyone would feel, how he would feel if she died.

He didn't know what any of them would do without her laughter, without her pushing for them to have fun when work was over, without her running around the office, making everything seem bright when it was nothing but dim.

He didn't know what would happen. What was happening?

But he knew

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

He knew that if he could see her, if he had more information about what had happened, he could figure out the probability that she would live. He knew that if he had been there, he would know how to feel, what was going to happen.

But they were sitting in the hospital waiting room. They couldn't see her yet.

Derek hadn't said a word. Emily was sitting next to Spencer. JJ was walking around, checking on all of them instead of herself, being as selfless as she could while they were all stuck in a state of panic.

Rossi was talking to the nurse again.

There still wasn't any news.

None of them were sure how she could’ve been hurt, with her vest, and her self defense techniques. None of them were sure how hurt she could be.

But

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

Spencer held onto that.

She wouldn't be one of the hundred. She wouldn't.

He thought of the sleepovers Y/N, Garcia, and he had. Like children. He thought of how both of them spent the entire night picking on him, trying to make him laugh. He thought of how she always convinced the two of them to come over, told them that it was movie night even if it was a completely random day.

He hated the thought of not doing that anymore.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

She was the youngest. Everyone teased her about it. They all expected her to live for a hundred years, far longer than any of them could. She was the youngest and the brightest and the bravest. She wasn't supposed to die before any of them could.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

When she had offered to be the bait, Spencer hadn't felt worried. He didn't even think of her getting hurt, only felt relieved that this case would finally be over, that they could all go home. He didn't worry at all.

But he should have.

Because she always did this, she always offered, and no one ever turned her down. The odds were that she should’ve gotten hurt long before this.

Odds were that she was extremely lucky.

Except for now.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

Spencer didn't know what would happen. He didn't know if she would live, if she would die. He didn't know what would happen. He barely knew anything at all.

But Derek wasn't talking, Emily was silent, JJ was avoiding the topic, and Rossi had asked the nurse for an update eight times in the last thirty minutes.

He didn't know.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

She wouldn't be one of the hundred.

She couldn't.

Before JJ had told her, Penelope knew something was off.

No one had called her to update on if they had got him or not. Her phone had been completely silent.

That was off.

She called her Neptune.

It was one of the planets that couldn't be seen from Earth.

She’d always asked where the nickname had come from.

Penelope had called her that because Y/N was unreachable to her. She held so much, all this brightness, and you could barely even tell from the surface.

It was a nickname that seemed to fit her more than anything else.

And she couldn't help but think of it as soon as she got the call.

Neptune. Her best friend.

She didn't understand much about profilers, but she knew that Y/N was different from all of her other friends. She didn't know if it was because she was younger, and less experienced, or if she just carried something different to her.

But it was a smart decision to be her best friend, to depend on her.

They’d spent nights together, laughing, creating insanity with every sentence, every hour that ticked past on the clock. They’d spent time laughing, and crying, learning everything they could about each other.

‘Best friend’ was a loose term, one that didn't extend far enough for their relationship.

And Penelope had known something was wrong, as soon as no one had called her.

The first thought was that the unsub had gotten away, that he was going somewhere else and they still had to catch him.

But she knew that wasn't true, because they hadn't called her to help.

And then she thought that maybe he had been difficult, that maybe it was taking all of the team to help deal with him.

But, that didn't seem quite right.

And then she thought of all the other times something like this had happened, when she hadn't gotten a phone call, and there was nothing but silence for a couple of hours.

And all she could think of, was the day Emily almost died.

And then the bullet Spencer had taken to the leg.

And then the stabbing Hotch had been through.

For Penelope, after those thoughts, she didn't have any choice but to find out where they were.

So, she hacked their phones.

It wasn't completely rational, but Penelope had never proved to do things that were rational before. And she was far too protective to not do anything.

JJ’s phone showed up at the police department they were working from. So did Emily and Spencers. Hotch was somewhere across town. Rossi was still at the bar, and Derek was at the nearby Emergency Room.

By the time she had gotten to Y/N, she knew something was wrong.

One of them was hurt.

When she finally got the phone call, she had already pulled some of her hair out, stalked the news, tried to hack into the hospital's patient list- which she couldn't because not all of it was digital -and bitten off almost all of her nails.

JJ had told her, just like JJ always did, informing all of them the best she could.

And they didn't know enough.

Penelope had no idea how her best friend was, and even though she’d asked over and over, what had happened, JJ didn't have any answers for her.

It was a stupid situation.

Penelope hoped she wasn't hurt. That the bullet hadn't gotten anywhere near anything important, that she would live just as Penelope had years ago.

If she had lived, so could Y/N.

She was young and strong and she had been wearing a vest, and there was nothing wrong with her, if they didn't know anything it was good. It was good that no one had told them anything.

That meant she wasn't dead yet.

And that's all Penelope had to hold onto.

She called her Neptune. Because she was unreachable.

She would be fine.

Her eyes. They looked so scared. Derek was so scared.

She would be fine. Rossi knew.

JJ didn't know how this could have happened.

He wouldn't think of it. He was working.

Emily knew better than anyone else.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

She called her Neptune.

She was the youngest out of all of them.

She had to be okay.

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halcyon-writings · 3 years

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i checked this list and it said persona so im hoping this is still ok. Date night with the protagonists? (Makoto, Yu and Ren) please and thank you >///

ー『anonymous: Can i get dating headcanons for the persona protags (Makoto, Yu and Ren) please and super thank yous. I love these boys so much. ;A;』

note(s): I am going to combine these requests as they are similar enough I hope that is alright! no real warnings for this one either, I just think these dudes are neat. Also I know they all have like 5 different names, so I just went with the ones I am more familiar with. Maybe(????) spoilers for 3, 4, and 5, so if you haven’t finished or played them, be warned (although, idk if anyone would read it if they haven’t played the respective game but idk warning for spoilers just in case) also idk how i feel about these hcs rn, but i did my best dhdjdj

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hcs under the cut so i’m not clogging anyone’s dash (originally these were gonna be a short set of hcs but i guess not dbdndn)

What our dear protagonist lacks in overall extrovertedness, he makes up for in action. Surprise surprise, dates can either range from hanging out in the dorms and cooking a nice meal together. Or maybe going to the mall and heading to the arcade. Or basically wandering around until your legs hurt and your purchases range from new outfits to weird antiques from the antique shop.

However he really does treasure these little trinkets, because the memory of your laughter when you were given a certain item will forever be ingrained in his mind. It’s a comfort in the end too.

Date nights are focused on you and you only. He definitely sets a date where he knows you both are free so that there’s less likely of a chance for being interrupted. He definitely wouldn’t want his time with you to be wasted. Although seeing his small pout when it does happen is very cute.

You also gotta be keen on if he sees something he likes and wants. While Minato won’t exactly say it, his gaze lingers a bit longer than usual. But he ultimately won’t get it, because he wants to focus on you and also save up for when the group goes to Tartarus. So if you surprise him with whatever he had wanted, he’s so happy.

While he is slightly more reserved in comparison to Yu and Akira, Minato speaks through action. Whenever you two are walking together, he always has your hand in his, or keeping close by in some way. He likes to cling to you when it’s just you two, his head buried in the crook of your neck as you two nap tother, legs tangled up together. Or the small jokes he says loud enough for only you to hear, but they’re still so funny. Sometimes you’re asked if he’s really a good boyfriend, and you have to laugh off the doubt, because they don’t see the sides of him that you do.

My god. Yu would absolutely be the best at arranging dates and hangouts. I take no criticism. Like you guys could literally just be walking all around Inaba, or just sitting by the river bed and it could be one of the greatest times you’ve both had together. A romantic at heart, Yu would also be a bit cheesy in arranging dates.

He shows affection through communcating it. Whether it’s a new outfit or something, he’ll say that you look incredible or if you’ve studied for a hard exam, he’ll make sure you know how amazing you are for passing. Idk just anything that has you smiling from sweet compliments and other words of affirmation. A big sap, honestly you try and joke about it but he just earnestly says “Who wouldn’t be for you?” And you have to sit down and hide your face in your hands for a solid 5 minutes.

You also gotta be cool with Nanako. But then again she’s a cute kid and a sweetheart so idk why you wouldn’t be. Although he does get a little flustered if it’s you two watching her while Dojima-san is working late at the station and the old ladies coo over how you three look like a mini family yourselves. Which is kind of a common occurrence. And I feel like Yu would know pretty well if he sees a future with someone he’s with, and with you he does shhh

Date nights in Inaba are really fun and a good way to wind down, sometimes it’s wandering Junes and finding whatever the newly advertised, as seen on tv appliance is. Or other parts of the shopping district, where he can really let go and just have fun for himself. When not worrying about school work or the cases the Investigation Team is working on.

some spoilers here; but after Izanami is defeated and the year ends. When Yu has to leave Inaba it doesn’t mean that he won’t put his best efforts to keep up the relationship. If possible, video calls or just the occasional text too. And when he visits, while he does miss his friends, he’s especially antsy to see you too. And when you’re both together again, he refuses to leave your side.

Now, Akira can be described as this suave, casanova type character. But he’s also a giant dork and you know it, he knows it, the Phantom Thieves all know it, hell even Sojiro knows it. It doesn’t mean his attempts at flirting doesn’t get you blushing. And when he sees the flustered expression, it only motivates him to keep going. But turn the tables on him, and he’s putty in your hands. (And he looks very cute).

Because of the way you met, aka, at Shujin, where his reputation was basically over and done with before it even began, he has a lot of doubt and trust issues, what if someone dared you to speak to the “criminal” or something? While he won’t show these doubts out loud to his friends, it’s still something he thinks back on a lot. But when you defend him vehemently one day, he knows he was right to trust you.

A part of dating Akira, is eventually finding out who he is. Maybe trips to Mementos cause him to be late to dates or not even show up at all. You end up stood up more often then not once things begin to get really serious. From small time school teachers to the literal Yakuza (and eventually a candidate for Prime Minister, and a god), you don’t know where he is. And that becomes really stressful because then the doubt™️ sets in.

To make this less angsty and more funny, imagine you know from figuring it out. He’s suspiciously watching the news on the PT, and no offense to Ryuji, he’s not the most quiet. So he’s so nervous trying to tell you when you’re just “yeah I know, sorry for not telling you, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to know.” and he’s just the surprised pikachu face.

As for date nights, the city is your oyster. I’d say the world but mans still currently has a criminal record so probably not yet. But he’s gonna take you wherever you want. Whether it’s a themed cafe, or just the streets of Shinjuku, as you take in all the sights from the bright places, he’s willing to do whatever for you. That includes facing off kids at the arcade for a stuffed plush you saw and admitted it was cute. He is a man on a mission. And you cannot stop him. So you both end up back at Leblanc at the end of the night carrying your plushies and eating some curry that Sojiro left warming for you. That even includes the Big Bang Burger challenge he will do it for you , even though you probably do laugh at his pain after but you still coo and praise his efforts.

After he goes back home, record clean and world hopefully peaceful. Virtual dates become a thing, either just sitting and talking while having dinner or something is nice. He still loves to say those cheesy pickup lines that had you hiding your flustered expression as you walked through the streets of Shibuya on call. You only hung up on him once but he quickly called back and was very pouty about it. You were forgiven though with the promise of giving many kisses when he visits.

#persona imagines #persona x reader #persona 3 imagines #persona 3 x reader #minato arisato x reader #persona 4 imagines #persona 4 x reader #yu narukami x reader #persona 5 imagines #persona 5 x reader #akira kurusu x reader #mine

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detectivemarvelingcomics · 3 years

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Could you do some hcs for dating the teen titans?

Yes I can!! I just got HBO Max so I’ve been binging both the animated and the live action series haha 😂 Thank you so much for being my first request!

Also I’m guessing you’re referring to the original teen titans, so if you want the new teen titans just shoot me another request!

Dating the Teen Titans Would Include...

No Specified AU

TW: Language

Genre: Fluff

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Word Count: 2.0K (About 0.2K per Titan)

Dick Grayson

You must have an insane amount of patience, truly, to be able to date Dick Grayson

If the joke book he probably carries around isn’t enough, I would’ve been certain that the ego would drive you away but nope you’re still here

And that’s how you both knew that it was true fucking love you’re both inseparable and the Titans know it.

To put things simply... he loves you and the Titans fear you.

While you’re both somewhat easygoing and hospitable, one would do well not to piss off one or the other because you both come as a package deal and you can kick ass when necessary you just choose not to embarrass Dick like that because you could totally outmatch him.

Don’t ask him that though he’d insist that he’d win.

Best not bring up the first time you met or else the Titans would never let him live it down

But in all seriousness, I see the relationship as rather lighthearted and enjoyable, maybe a bit spontaneous too. Want to go to the beach? Done. Want to kick some ass in Gotham? For sure. It’s like a match made in heaven.

Not to mention that the Titans rather look up to you, which is a definite plus. Not just anyone can date the Dick Grayson.

Wally West

As opposed to popular opinion... I’d think that this is a rather slow relationship.

Speedsters are more than just familiar with how life just flashes by so I think Wally would like to enjoy the relationship at a slower pace, he wants it to last as long as possible.

With that said, you’re both menaces. His speed combined with your cleverness? No one is safe and the Titans know it.

The best moment of your relationship, although this is debatable, was when you and Wally successfully turned the Titan tower into an all-out prank minefield. Trash cans were covered with plastic, buckets of water places on doorways, even wardrobes were switched.

And all done in ten seconds, impressive. Nothing quite like starting a war in the Tower then grabbing burgers after, right?

Kind of cheesy but I can see you both having frequent movie nights that differ in genre according to month. You both probably rotate on who chooses the movie too.

Overall I think you both have a lot of fun together, if I were to compare the “vibes” to something, I would say a summer relationship (that obviously lasts longer than just a summer) where everything is just living life as it goes

Nah because like I said before you guys don’t want to rush things, and you’re always there to remind Wally to just slow down every now and then.

I should probably mention that this is a competitive relationship too, before I go, not everything’s a competition but everything’s a competition, you know? It’s a shame that the Titans often get caught in the cross fire though-

Donna Troy

Oh this one’s fun. Donna’s new to this whole “rest of the world” stuff but luckily she has a wonderful partner who’s willing to teach her everything.

A lot of the relationship consists of you explaining things, but it’s kind of endearing despite Donna’s headstrong attitude towards anything

But Donna is also the kind to be open to learning new things, and you’re open to trying new things. It works like clockwork, you’re both young and willing.

Now these “things” can range from baking cookies to extreme mountain climbing so be prepared for anything in this relationship.

Overall I think the Titans see you both as a really cute relationship, one that anyone could be slightly envious of and one that they’re glad that exists

But despite this loving relationship I think you’d both be absolute machines in a battle, I think one thing that is important to Donna is ultimately respect for each other’s abilities, having grown up on Themyscira and all, and maybe that one battle where you absolutely demolished the enemy was when she really caught interest.

Or not. It could’ve also been when you mistakenly ran into one of the glass walls in the tower and she developed a crush over you while you mumbled a series of curses.

This relationship is strongly built on loyalty, so I think you both would be describes as a pair of ride-or-dies who typically tend to lean towards the latter, especially when trying the more extreme things that Donna asked you about.

But overall I think it’s a really sweet relationship with few bumps, they’re still there but I mean that you’re both good at working through them.

Victor Stone

I feel like this relationship is very classical high school romance, you know?

Like walking to class together, holding each other’s books, stuff like that.

But on the other hand I feel like you’re both a very fun couple to be around, like you know how when you’re with some couples it feels like you’re third wheeling? Not these two. You feel like you’re part of the crew

You guys probably switch between fun couple and parent couple every now and then, I can see the Titans relying on both of you a lot for different things.

You and Victor are definitely the type to play games to determine who buys food, like things as simple as rock-paper-scissors to things as complicated as 8-Ball, and so far you’ve been winning at a ratio of 3:1.

Definitely a very trusting relationship, I feel like you both reach that comfortable stage faster than most, but it feels right, you know? I think you’d both understand that relationships go both ways.

There are probably times where you’re both in a teasing mode too, I think, but they’re mostly light hearted pranks, definitely not anything in the realm of what Wally would do

I kinda want to say that you’re a very active couple in that you both like to go to the gym together and idk take hikes together but at the same time I also want to say that you’re both inclined to stay home and play video games so I guess it’s like a 50/50

I can also see Victor being the type to do small acts of generosity as opposed to like buying gifts to show his appreciation for you, like I feel like he’s more inclined to help you with small tasks when he knows you need it, you know? Overall very cute, hehe

Raven (Rachel Roth)

Now this one’s interesting, you and Raven are certainly an interesting duo, but the most interesting thing would likely be how you met. Let’s say it involved a blood sacrifice, a bat, and a very old bicycle.

No you weren’t trying to summon her someone else was you just ended up being at the wrong place at the wrong time anyway moving on

You’re both the perfect example of opposites attract for more reasons than just one.

But what makes it better is that you’re always open and willing to learn and understand many of the things that Raven does and she appreciates it a lot

It goes both ways also! She’s always willing to do whatever you ask her to and you both end up having at least some fun even if it happens to be something she isn’t used to.

Random, but I think a favorite pass time for both of you is simply sitting in her room and reading books, weird, I know, but like there’s something inherently romantic about either of you excitedly showing the other a certain passage you both enjoyed or telling them about your book, it’s just so sweet.

She definitely has a personal bias towards you, obviously, Garfield can say a joke and she’d stare at him with a straight face but you could say the exact same joke probably right after him and she would crack a smile and she probably does that on purpose but it still feels nice

You also may or may not have caught on to her incantations and now you may or may not be able to perform these spells but you haven’t tried because you wouldn’t know how to but it’s just telling of how much time you spent together.

I only mention this because there was an event in which you corrected her incantation and suddenly hell fire appeared which she had to figure out how to get rid of and since then you both mutually agreed to both (a) not tell the Titans and (b) not say incantations out loud

Koriand’r (Starfire)

STOP YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE anyway you’re definitely both kinds to see beauty in everything

Maybe this relationship is rather dangerous considering you’re both curious people and Kori happens to be able to shoot lasers out of her eyes so maybe you should both be just a little more careful

You’re both probably very doting on both each other and the rest of the Titans and although you’re both well intentioned it has become a case of “oh no there’s two of them” but in like a teasing way

I feel like Kori is very open to sharing a lot of aspects about her culture with you, and you have always found Tamaran culture to be beautiful so it fits

Likewise you share a lot of things about your culture too and you both bond over finding ways to combine them together to make a nice fusion of understandings and it’s all a sweet combination

See a big thing about this relationship if that you both put your everything into it, it is an equal push and equal pull kind of thing where you both love each other with everything that you have and it creates this unbreakable bond that even non-supers have come to acknowledge

Though this also results in the both of you frequently being in your own world even when others are around and that’s something you both promised to fix but yeah...

It’s coming around, don’t worry. You’re both making active efforts but sometimes it just slips your mind and whoops

Now this should go without saying but this trust often leads to powerful combinations when in missions, you’re both fiercely loyal to each other and this often plays in overall favor so all is well

Garfield Logan

This is a fun relationship, definitely, and one that’s also very fulfilling.

You’re both definitely an outdoorsy couple, things like hikes, nature walks (which I guess is also a hike but I’ve been told otherwise), trips to the zoo, etc. but this all just builds the relationship

Also a very sweet one! You both have an unlimited amount of energy and love that you’re often expending said energy volunteering somewhere and helping others out

But when it boils down you’re both also very touchy, I think, you both like being together at all times and cuddles are a frequent occurrence but at the will of the other Titans you both do this in privacy

I also feel like this sweetness can also “flip,” so to say. As in if someone messes with either of you in the relationship the other will come running regardless of whether or not they could do anything about it.

To put it short, you both have each other’s back all the time. Literally, like I said you’re both inseparable.

Despite these I think the relationship would actually be rather lowkey, I don’t think he would be the type to constantly showcase the relationship. I think he’d mention it like once to get it out there but after that he wouldn’t flaunt you around.

I just think that Garfield, even with his usual out and about behavior, is rather modest when it comes to this topic because you’re more to him than just someone to show off, you’re someone who’s important to him and overall he just wants you to be comfortable

If there’s one flaw in this relationship it’s that when you have arguments it’s just horrible, but also rather comedic. Neither of you talk to the other but you both end up still being in the same room together subconsciously. It’s kind of awkward but the coincidences are what makes the other Titans laugh and honestly you both make up within, like, a day or something.

#dc #dc x reader #dc headcanons #teen titans #teen titans x reader #teen titans headcanons #dc scenarios #teen titans scenarios #my writings #requests

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obsessivelycapricious · 3 years

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18+ Jason Todd x fem!reader fic ramble.

Hey, so this is a idea i've had in my head for a while, but it won't leave me alone. I've kinda written the first part of it already? But idk if I'll finish it. I haven't worked out the ending yet either but a couple of lovely people were interested in hearing it so here goes! Thanks for the support! I'll tag you all separately.

Warnings: excessive torture, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence. kidnapping, interrogation, Stockholm syndrome, abuse. I dont specifically mention how old the characters are, but B-Man likes to pick them young so use your imagination to age them up a bit if you like. It's dark folks, and a super slow burn, though it might not be so bad written in brief here, but if those bother you it might not be a good idea to read it. (its hidden under the cut - PS it got super long - 2.5k words.)

You are Robin. Or, you were at least.

Batman picked you up out of crime alley, gave you a home and a purpose and trained you up to be one of the best deterrents to the crime in Gotham. You lived in the manor, and thought of Bruce and Alfred (even Dick) as your family. It's awesome and you love it!

Almost two years after donning the cape, something goes wrong. You get split up from Batman and taken by Jokers men. That night is the last night you see the sky for years.

Over the next three years, you are systematically abused, manipulated, gaslighted and tortured until you are a shell of your former self. Conditioned to obey his every whim, you micro dose of the small crumbs of affection Joker has to offer you. He gives you test after test, pushing you to your limit always in new and horrific ways. You don't hesitate when he asks you to shoot someone in the head or to beat someone to death. The consequences of fighting against him aren't worth it, you have learned that the hard way. He even doesn't always lock the door behind him and yet you don't try to escape.

You hate batman with a passion now, you regret ever having met the man, he has ruined your life and it's his fault that you are where you are now. He abandoned you. Used you for his games and then replaced you like you were nothing to him. It broke your heart when Joker showed you the footage of another Robin running along the rooftops. Your replacement. Heartbreak boiled over to fury and rage.

He passes you around his acquaintances, particularly Johnathan Crane who is eager to test his new strain of fear gas out. Under the gas you see the Bat sacrificing you again and again to get what he wants. If Scarecrow takes advantage of you while he has you in a vulnerable state, no one cares enough to stop him. He wants to know who the Bat is, but you know that telling him will put Alfred in danger and you'll do anything to avoid that

(Thankfully the joker doesn't want to know who the bat is, you're not sure you could defy him like that anymore.)

Then one day, a body gets thrown into the small cell you are kept in when joker doesn't want to play. Its a Robin. You panic, fear and anger confusing you while joker laughs in your face. You know it's another test but you can't figure out what the rules are.

This is where the fic starts. It's about Jason Todd's slow descent from a vibrant punk who loves being Robin to the dejected, abused shell of a boy who hates the caped crusader and will do anything Joker tells him. You know it'll happen, because that's what happened to you.

Only, Joker never does the same thing twice. Even if it works. You don't want to get attached to the boy, but birds of a feather and all that jazz.

Highlights (or lowlights) include:

Having to share a small confined cell with Jason.

Arguing about the Joker and escaping

"Don't you want to leave? Crazy bitch."

Finding out that Batman didn't even tell Jason about you:

“Why would he come for you anyway, huh? What makes you so special?” “I’m Robin. We’re partners. We’ve been through all kinds of shit together. We’re like this.” “Pah. You really believe it too, don’t you? Ya poor sap.” “What do you mean?” “Why go to the bother of finding a dumb punk like you when he can just make a new shiny Robin instead?” “He wouldn’t do that.” “He’s already done it. You ain’t the first.” “That Robin moved away, he’s doing his own thing now.” “I wasn’t talking about him. I meant the other one.” “What other one?” “The other one.” “There aren’t any other ones – I’m the only other Robin that there’s ever been.” “You motherfucker!”

Beating the shit out of Jason in a blind rage because he won't stop talking about how Batman will come for him.

“How long have you known Batsy for huh? If you know him so well.” “Nearly three years. How long have you known him huh? Oh that’s right – you don’t” “What? Three – Three years?” “That’s what I said. Look, I know this is scary, but I trust B-Man. He’ll come for me, we’ll kick all these guy’s asses, take Joker back to Arkham and get you out of here too. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.” “B-Man?” “Yeah, Batman.” “Shut up.” “What? Why?” “I don’t want to talk about him anymore so shut up!”

Jason finally figuring out who you are when Joker comes to punish you for denting his new toy.

Joker calling you pet names while manipulates you and you being terrified the Joker is going to replace you too

“Oh. Pumpkin, it’s alright. I thought we agreed we were over this, no? Batsy kicked you to the curb a long time ago. It’s old news! This shiny new toy of ours is your replacement.”. “What? You’re replacing me too?” “No, no no. I’d never dream of doing something so barbaric, Sweetheart. That’s the Bats’ M.O. You’re mine for keeps. I would never be that cruel, would I?”

Jason taking his anger out on you:

“Why do you hate B and not the Joker? He’s the one that’s doing this to you. He shipped you off to Crane and you didn’t even fight back.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “No, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re screwed in the head. You’re a joke, you’ve given up. Some Robin you are. A real Robin fights back. You don’t deserve the title.”

Joker making you put your Robin suit back on to fight Jason for his amusement. Jason hesitates in the beginning but kicks your ass every time.

Jason trying to comfort you but being bad at it.

Joker asking your opinion on you what you think will break the boy:

"When he gets replaced. Show him."

Weeks of being beaten then long stretches of being left alone with Jason with no instructions.

Catching Jason staring at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Joker being caught and taken to Arkham so you both get knocked out and transported there too.

Joker ignores you the entire time he's there as he's being watched to closely, the separation sets you off into a panic when you think about it too much.

Most of Arkham is in on you being kept there. The prisoners who know about it are paid off by being able to play with you - and now Jason too.

Jason thinking in Arkham he would have more chance of being able to escape.

You being subjected to more of Crane's abuse and different types of gas.

Jason being brought back to your cell after being tortured by calendar man and offering him comfort for the first time.

Being cut open and tortured by Zsaz.

Huddling up in the abandoned wing of Arkham for warmth and comfort.

Remembering that you had met before, years ago in the Narrows before Batman took you to be his adopted daughter.

Jason taking care of you while you recover.

Giving Jason advice on how to cope and get through the different villains taking revenge on you.

Jason being hurt and tired and snapping at you, causing an argument where you lash out at him:

"I had to go through this all on my own, dickweed. I didn't have anyone to hold my hand and tell me I wasn't going to die. So fuck you! God forbid I try and help your sorry ass."

Jason being tortured by two-face and seeing Batman and a new Robin visiting Arkham. They don't hear him scream for them to help. It breaks his heart and his will to fight.

You knew it would happen, but seeing it first hand makes your heart break for him. You didn't want to be right. You hate Batman more for what he's done to Jason than what he's done to you.

"I was right there (y/n)! Right there and he didn't even look at me."

Talking about Alfred and how much he means to you both.

Thinking you might actually have feelings for Jason after all.

Being transported back to the compound when Joker finally breaks out of Arkham again only to be in separate cells.

Having major separation anxiety from not being able to tell if Jason is okay.

Joker being jealous of your attachment to Jason and doubling down on his control over you.

He tries to take you outside and you panic so badly you beg him to take you back because you're terrified of what being free will mean.

Joker telling you that you failed his test by getting attached to the boy. He tells you that he's going to kill Jason to teach you a lesson.

Being put back in a cell with Jason to find his face has been branded and he's just so utterly void of any hope or any life.

Sitting next to Jason in the cell with your head on his shoulder.

Jason knowing he's going to die without you having to tell him. His voice is quiet and resigned, almost with a shred of relief when he says:

"He's going to kill me soon, isn't he?" "I'm going to miss you, Jason Todd." "I'm glad I got to know you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I couldn't get us out." "It's okay."

You kissing his cheek as you drift off huddled together for the last time.

Joker forcing you to watch as he beats Jason repeatedly with a crowbar, ignoring your defiant cries and struggles for him to stop.

"Which hurts more Little Red? Hmm? Forehand? Or Backhand? I think (Y/N) would like to know!"

Joker blaming you for having to kill Jason:

"And all because of your silly school girl crush. What a waste. I'm very disappointed in you, Dolly."

Being dragged away screaming from his lifeless body and thrown into the back of a van just in time before the building explodes.

That's the first half. For the second half to the ending, I haven't quite figured out yet. I've got a few ideas, but I can't decide what would fit better, feel free to help me out here.

Batman could find her after all this time, new evidence being uncovered during the explosion and in his grief about finding Jason's body he could question that he never actually found yours. Of course then you'd be homicidal and try to kill him, resulting in you being locked in another cell, this time in the Batcave. You'd get to scream at him about all his failings and what a terrible person he is though so that could be cathartic. Alfred (And Dick a little) manages to talk you back to some kind of sanity but you are forever changed by this. You meet Red Hood at a later date: on your way to find an egg and cheese sandwich when someone pulls a gun on you. Seeing you again jars him out of his own homicidal rage long enough to care about the girl who he couldn't save, giving the BatFam an opening to reason with him some.

-Or-

Joker keeps you hidden away and the Bat still has no idea you even exist. It stays that way for two more years where you eventually become completely numb to everything he or his acquaintances do to you. Joker eventually gets bored at the lack of reaction and in his boredom he gets careless. A new vigilante takes it upon himself to blow up to compound and best all Joker's men, he escapes but the vigilante doesn't chase after him and instead he finds you. You resist his attempts to save you, knowing how angry Joker will be so instead, Red Hood punches you in the face, knocking you out. He carries out into the night and you wake up somewhere new and he tries to help unravel the fuck ton of issues you've got while dealing with his own. He'll probably enlist the BatFam to help once he's done wanting to kill them, unless you can talk him into killing the Bat together, after the Joker dies of course.

-Or-

One day, maybe a year after Jason dies, Joker decides he's bored of you and gives you one last curveball. After more than 6 years of being isolated and abused, you wake up in an alley on the streets of Gotham, alone. Abandoned again. After several panic attacks and not knowing if it was a test and that you should run back to the Joker or going to find Alfred because he's the only person in the world left that you trust, you decide to leave Gotham altogether. You make it out and somehow navigate your way to having an apartment, a job and even a quiet life in Bludhaven, away from the Bat and the Clown and the nightmares. Except that one day, while you're drinking your morning coffee in a café, Dick Grayson sits down opposite you. You're stable enough not to react immediately, and Dick seems to really care that you're alive and well. Turns out that the Bat found out about you and decided to leave you alone this whole time (which only serves to double down on your feelings of abandonment) Only the joker is out of control and they think that you could help them by giving them an insight into how the joker works. They've got a new Vigilante to deal with too so they're stretched pretty thin. You flat out refuse which is when it turns out it really wasn't a request. You are taken back to Gotham and confronted with the BatFam, helping them reluctantly when Red Hood breaks into your new apartment, demanding information. You argue, and it feels too familiar, setting off a panic attack when he ribs you about your complicated relationship with the Joker. Identities are revealed and you work together to take down the Joker.

The epilogue to this saga would be some time after any of those options.

Both you and Jason finally in a healthier place where you can actually acknowledge what has been growing between you two since you were paired together all those years ago. It's not a neat and tidy happily ever after, it's messy and full of arguments, fears and misunderstandings but it's also full of tenderness, softness and love. And the sex is really good too.

If you got this far, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think? Come chat to me anytime!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #dc imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd #dc comics #dark fic #18+#joker #TW

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keiyoomi · 3 years

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a way to a person’s heart | m. atsumu

details: 300+ words (not checked) | gn!reader | soft!atsumu, done!osamu, flustered!reader. fluff and features husband!atsumu

summary: atsumu tried to cook something for you. but to ensure your safety and as well as his, it’s probably better to eat somewhere else.

note: tried to use some words i’m not that familiar with and idk how i’ve managed to write this, but... deym. fluff fluff mfs! enjoy!!! lmk what you think!!! i really love to read your thoughts about my works. 👉👈

Miya Atsumu is a bit hopeless when it comes to cooking. According to Osamu, you hadn’t met and fell in love with his twin, Atsumu wouldn’t have any interest in cooking, at all. A bluff, if you may say so, because Atsumu would’ve shown interest in cooking if it’s for the person he loves.

“Why do you want to cook today when neither me nor your partner is around?” Osamu asked, his voice was slightly inaudible since he was surrounded by aspiring cooks and food enthusiasts. “Are you trying to burn the house down?”

“Of course not!” he retorted. “Don’t you have any trust in me? We’re brothers! Twins, even! If you can cook without burning the house down, I can do it too!”

Osamu scoffed. “Yeah right.”

Atsumu rubbed his temples while calming himself. “I just need you to tell me how to make a simple dinner for them.”

“You want to impress them again?” his twin asked with a hint of teasing in his voice. “Come to think of it... you haven’t cooked anything for awhile.”

“Tch. That’s because I was training for the upcoming games.” Atsumu cleared his throat. “Help me out, will you? I just want to relive some memories with them...”

“...so they won’t fall out of love with me,” he grumbled like a kid.

Osamu sighed in defeat. He tried his best to guide his twin, but just by listening to his brother’s continuous gasping and the strings of profanities coming out of his mouth, he knew that it was a complete failure. A failure that neither him nor you could salvage.

Before ending the phone call, he said, “Call their favorite restaurant and reserve a table. Either tell them in advance about your plans or surprise them. Make sure that you’ll clean up before leaving the house. And don’t forget the gas.”

“Samu, won’t you ask how’s my—”

Osamu ended the phone call without a warning.

“That scrub!” He exclaimed before groaning after looking at the mess he made. “He’s not wrong though,” Atsumu added as he reached out for his phone. “I better call that place now.”

Atsumu nervously waited for you to come out of your workplace. He was conflicted whether he’d pace back and forth, or stand with shaky legs just to calm his nerves. However, his desire to give you his gift—in nearly perfect condition—is stronger than what he feels.

Few minutes later, he spotted you walking with your peers while bidding farewell with each other. You were frozen on the spot when your eyes met. He knew, from the way your eyes looked at him from head to toe, that he achieved one of his goals on that night—to keep your eyes on him.

“Hey.” He smoothly sauntered towards you with an alluring smile on his lips. “I miss you,” he said before leaning towards you to kiss your lips.

After he pulled away, you unconsciously touched your lips. You weren’t sure what happened while he was alone at home and while you were at work, but you’re not complaining.

“D-Did I forgot any significant event today?” you asked in confusion. For him to wear something that complimented your attire, something important must’ve happened. “What is it?”

He took your hand before placing a soft kiss on the back of it. “Nothing much,” he replied while looking at you. “I just wanted to spend this special night with you.”

You could feel the heat from the tip of your ears. What he said doesn’t have any hint of sexual innuendos, but you were still flustered by his actions.

“Ah, before I forget...” He handed you the box he’s been holding on to for almost an hour. He rubbed the back of his neck while avoiding your gaze. “I-I thought that it would suit you...”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you were filled with curiosity. For him to blush immensely blush, you guessed that it contains something sweet to the point that both of you would cringe by the time you open it; or it’s something... (bonk. go to horny jail)

You shook your head in attempt to erase those vivid images of him and—‘why am I thinking of those times?’ you thought.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. And as soon as he noticed that you were distracted, he stopped from walking further. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I-I’m alright,” you replied while forcing a giggle. You clasped your hand with his before walking once again. “Where are we going anyway?”

“You’ll see.”

Your forehead creased. ‘What is he really up to?’

After sharing a wonderful dinner with your husband, you’ve both decided to finally head home. Still, you were trying to remember if you’ve missed any important date for the two of you, but nothing comes to your mind.

“Tsumu, can you please tell me why... we...”

Your eyes spotted the half-eaten and nearly charred sausage on the counter. “...oh.”

“Ah. I forgot about...” he rubbed the back of his neck again while avoiding your gaze. “...I wanted to make us something to eat for dinner, but... well... I guess Samu’s right.”

“Tsumu...” you called as you gently made him look at you. “...whether you can cook or not doesn’t matter to me. As long as we continuously love each other and as long we have the money to burn, it doesn’t matter if you can cook or not.” Then, you smiled. “We can always order something we can eat or we can just explore different restaurants or pester Osamu’s shop.”

You caressed his cheek before he nuzzled it against your palm. “As long as it’s whom I can share my meals with.”

“I love you,” he whispered before kissing your forehead and pulling you close to him.

“Right back at you,” you replied with a giggle. “Ah. Right. I forgot to give it to you earlier.” You pat his arms before walking towards the bookshelf in the living room. “Osamu left this before leaving for the conference,” you said as you gave him a book wrapped in a kraft paper.

His forehead scrunched as he tore the paper. His frown grew deeper as soon as he read the title of the book.

“How to Cook: A Guide for Dummies”

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mysmegrace · 3 years

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hey i hope your game is working normally again , can i please request the rfa with an mc who has a part time job as an animator/artist ?

hello~ yes, my game is working well now! i think it might've been the network (i heard like a day later that something happened to it, idk exactly im not very tech savvy lol). i love the request btw.

RFA with an MC who Has a Part Time Job as an Animator/Artist

--- yoosung kim:

the pandemic had effect many things in your lives.

from his university classes to your late night outs.

one of the upsides you found in the time was the fact that you could work straight from your bed now.

you couldn't think of anything better

waking up ten minutes before your start time and sleeping in the comfort of your home during your breaks.

life was finally going in your favour.

and yoosung was in a similar position.

only he wasn't working, just attending university.

the sequence of events had led you to this moment.

you had woken up alongside the sun to start your work for the day, yoosung laying right beside you about to join a class.

you rose your head every once and while to give him a smile of encouragement, yet he wasn't getting the message.

did you want to do something right here?

right now?

while he's just joined a class?

with his cheeks becoming visibly more red, he reckoned a little affection wouldn't hurt.

it wasn't like the teacher could see him.

and he wasn't about to lie and say he was paying attention anyway.

going to wrap his arm behind your neck, he glances upon your project for work.

from the first second he laid eyes on it, it amazed him.

his curiosity was peaked as he started questioning your occupation.

he'd come to realize that he never actually asked about your job, he just knew you had one.

"i'm an animator, i only work part time though" you said with a hint of pride evident in your voice.

he was becoming increasingly more intrigued.

but after you explained many of the ups and downs of your part time job, he gave you his full support.

even asking if you'd be willing to teach him some time.

but nothing too hard, he doesn't want to embarrass himself.

after his class was over, you offered to show him your past works, in which he welcomes with open arms.

you continue to knock him off his feet.

hyun ryu / zen:

"zen zen, what do you think about this?" you ran up to him saying with excitement.

he looks up to meet your eyes after you caught his attention, before redirecting his focus to the tablet you held in front of him.

he was stunned.

it wasn't something he was expecting.

he never knew you were so good at drawing.

with his mouth hung slightly open, he began saying "it's amazing mc, how did you do this?"

he was truly floored, and you took notice of it.

"i've been drawing from a young age and now i make art part time for people who would like to buy my work" you explained.

he was insanely supportive from the get go.

knowing that you were able to make an income from your passion was comforting to him.

being glad you were able to achieve these accomplishments, he wouldn't want to let you work on your own.

granted he couldn't help you, his art wasn't one somebody would invest in.

but he could help in other ways.

hence why he offers to bring you supplies, help with project ideas, and love you from the sidelines.

jaehee kang:

"i've gotta make it to my other job now jaehee, but i'll see you later" you screamed as you ran to catch the bus.

the day was a success, going out with jaehee and shopping together.

however, your words had completely caught her off guard.

shes aware that you two haven't known each other for a long time, but it didn't change the shook that came over her when she heard.

sitting down, catching your breath from the short run you just came from, you decided to check your phone.

after all, there's not much else to do on the bus.

not too long after your departure, you receive a text from jaehee.

"i wasn't aware you had another job, what is your part time job?" it read.

oh, right.

you hadn't told her yet.

but what time was better than now?

"i'm an animator" you responded, waiting in suspense for the next text.

and you weren't waiting long, as the familiar sound of your messenger went off.

"animator? that's really awesome mc, can you show me some of your work?" it read.

you could feel as the smile creeped up your face, not able to hold back your excitement.

yet wasting little time, you send several screen recordings of your previous work that has done incredibility well.

"i'm speechless, that's so amazing" jaehee responded after a few minutes.

the overwhelming of positive emotions that had just come over you wasn't unwelcomed as you held the phone ever so closely.

knowing jaehee was proud of you was enough to make you cry tears of joy.

jumin han:

"but how was your day mc?" he says, changing the topic.

he had come home with the fatigue slowly overcoming him.

the fact that his father had introduced him to a new girl wasn't exactly helping either.

you wanted to talk to him about it more, but you knew better than to make him keep reliving the moment and experiencing the same emotions again.

hence why you took him up on his offer to change the topic.

"well, i finished my recent art project" you said, sipping the wine your husband had recently poured for you.

you watched as his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"art project?" he questioned, encouraging you to elaborate.

and that you did, explaining how you made art for people as a part time job.

staying quiet for a second, redirecting his focus to the red liquid in front of him.

suddenly, he speaks up, saying "let me see it".

with a quick nod, you hop out of the seat to go pick up the project.

only to return a few seconds later, handing your artwork to him.

you watched intensely, following his eyes as he examined the piece in his hands.

"i'm quite impressed" he says, eyes not leaving the art.

"thank you" you mustered up in response through your excitement.

hearing that jumin was impressed by your skills made your day.

the conversation ended at the same speed it started, soon changing the topic.

but the new expensive supplies that laid in your little make-shift office was a reminder that he always had your best interests in mind.

as long as he could make you happy, life would be fine.

saeyoung choi:

"hey, i made that!" you practically screamed with excitement.

your time has finally come, the time you had been dreaming about since you were a little girl.

growing up on anime to seeing your animations being used in an anime made your life complete.

your attention broke as saeyoung reminded you of his presence, saying "wait, you made that?"

you turned to face his laying figure on the couch, nodding aggressively with a huge smile plastered across your face.

he always told you how contagious your smile was, and his point was proved as he began to duplicate your excited smile.

standing up to hug you, he started questioning you as if he were cosplaying an interviewer.

""when did you do this?"

"why did you do this?"

"how did you do this?"

you had to place your hand firmly on his chest to calm him down.

giving you time to explain your part time job as an animator.

how you've dreamed of this as a child and how grateful you were to be able to pursue your passion.

and saeyoung couldn't be prouder.

he felt like a father watching his child receive their first award.

your happiness made him feel incredible.

and your talent astonished him.

after the initial excitement died down, he offered his help in any way possible.

anonymous, of course.

he would do anything to make you happy.

achieving your dreams was something he never experienced until he met you, and he would never let you down.

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