#LET ME HAVE ONE DANGGIT

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

(jonathan byers x fem!reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend seeks you out in his time of need. You hold onto him for as long as you can.

Warnings: Angst, a little bit of fluff and comfort, implied Jancy.

a/n: My dumbass lost the ask about this request. I had an original character x steve harrington plot, once upon a time, my first ever OC for a fandom and it started off a lot like this, so writing this was very nostalgic. Hurt like hell, though. Anyways, hope the jonathan lovers (other than me) and anyone else who gives this a read likes it. I know he's not one of the more popular ST romantic interests, but he should be.

You hummed along to the song crooning low from your battered radio—the poor thing having taken one too many tumbles from its resting place on your dresser.

  Sometimes you got a little too into it, and lacked special awareness, dance moves too much for your secondhand furniture. 

  The main ceiling light was off, your safe space only lit by a few candles and the lamp on your desk, providing you enough light to complete the essay you were working on. 

  It was peaceful, almost. Ideally, you’d rather be in bed reading a book or watching some movie, maybe catching up on Dynasty but you needed to clear your head—or rather, distract yourself.

  You’d been plagued with a sense of foreboding for the last couple of weeks, and anxiety. It had only intensified in the last couple of days, still, you were determined to push through it. You were being stupid, silly.

  You let out a sigh, dropping your pencil in favor of running a hand over your face. You’d gone right back to thinking about the cause of your silent anguish. Danggit.

  You let yourself stew in silence for a few moments before you forced yourself to pick up your pencil again, ready to move onto your next paragraph when you heard the unmistakable sound of knuckles rapping against the glass of your window.

  Glancing up and over, you found your boyfriend’s face peering down at you. He smiled, sheepish, as he waved.

  You abandoned your homework (it wasn’t due until Friday anyways), hurrying over to the wall to unlock it for him. Your bedroom was in the basement, the house was only a two bedroom, so you’d shared a room with your younger sister until just a few months ago, when your father had finally cleaned it out and done it up for you just before his sudden passing. 

  Jonathan had no problem climbing down through the small, rectangular window, he’d done it a couple of times already—though your mother had no problem allowing him in, not when he made you so happy after the loss.

  “You could just use the front door, you know.” You reminded him, lips pulling into a smile as his nose scrunched up in distaste.

  “Didn’t want to ring the doorbell, I know your mom’s probably exhausted from all the flying.” He shrugged off his jacket, resting it over the washer (hey—it might have been a spacious room but it was still the basement).

  Your heart warmed, pleased with the fact he’d remembered your brief mentioning of her return home that morning while he’d walked you to your algebra class. She was a flight attendant, taking on more flights to support you and your sister now that your dad was gone. You rarely saw her anymore.

  “She’s got her earplugs in.” 

  “Did she have to pay twenty dollars for those or does she get them for free?”

  You laughed, shoving at his shoulder. Jonathan chuckled, giving you a playful push before he dragged you back to him, holding you against him as he swayed you and pressed his lips to your crown.

  Your eyes fluttered shut, soaking up his affection like a peace lily deprived of the sun.

  Then he let himself fall back onto your bed, taking him with you as you squealed. 

  “Jonathan!”

  He shushed you, hand on the back of your head to press your face into his chest, “Your mom is asleep, Moody!”

  You groaned at the use of the nickname you’d never be able to escape. You’d swallowed a mood ring on a dare in elementary school and threw it up, along with your breakfast, during recess when you’d grown anxious, believing a doctor would have to cut your stomach open to fish it out. 

  The mean kids had used the name to taunt you, but when a shy little boy with shaggy hair used it to call you over and ask if you wanted to take turns pushing each other on the swing, you’d decided it wasn’t all that bad. Not even a little. He also never took a turn on the swings, pushing you the entire time.

  That hadn’t been the beginning of your love story, while you’d play with Jonathan—always running to him whenever he called and even when he didn’t—your crush on him prevented you from developing a real friendship with him, too shy whenever he’d acknowledge your existence. It was a Peppermint Patty and Charlie Brown kind of thing until high school.

  You’d always been pretty, always been likable and nice—to those who deserved it—and your popularity in high school was a result of those traits. You’d been pursued by boys since middle school, but you were too focused on your pursuit of one boy in particular to pay them any mind.

  Your love story finally started just after freshman year had ended. Jonathan was going around, taking photos of the messy hallways filled with celebration. You’d clocked the moment his camera was on you and gave the lens, and the boy behind it, a brilliant grin.

  The picture was clipped to the visor in his car with a copy resting, framed, on his bedside table

  You let out a small puff of breath, eyes closing once more as the anxiety faded from you. Jonathan was your flame, always driving away the cold.

  The two of you laid there on your bed in comfortable silence, his hand stroking over your hair. You’d almost been lulled to sleep until you registered the change in the silence. It was anxious again, but it wasn’t you.

  You moved your head to stare up at him, chin resting on his chest.

  He wasn’t looking at you, gaze focused on your ceiling with an emotionless expression. You knew what he was thinking about.

  “We should hang up more flyers,” You commented, mind filling with thoughts and memories of the little boy who often accompanied you on dates with your boyfriend and for whom you often babysat before you were even able to call Jonathan yours. Despite his young age, you considered Will a friend (felt a little wrong to call him your little brother seeing as how you were sleeping with his older brother). You loved him and you missed him, having been plagued with worry since his disappearance. 

  You’d searched the woods with Joyce, Jonathan and your sister day after day until your group finally had to admit Will wasn’t in the woods. You’d also helped plaster his missing posters all over town, putting them back up when some asshole tore them down (you hadn’t told Jonathan about that).

  Jonathan hummed, unblinking and you wiggled further up his body, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you pressed a few gentle kisses there. You could feel the tension leaving him.

  “Do you think he’s still alive?” He finally asked, voice a whisper even for your soft spoken boyfriend and laced with fear.

  You moved onto your forearm, shifting your weight to your side as you used your free hand to grasp his chin, turning his head to look at you. 

  There was a wet shine to his pretty brown eyes, one you knew he rarely allowed himself to show.

  You thought of your sister upstairs, older than Will but still  younger than you. If anything happened to her, you wouldn’t know how to go on with that missing space in your life. You could barely do it with the space your dad had previously occupied being empty.

  You knew Will, though. Maybe not as well as his brother, but you had a special bond with him, your friendship pure and full of trust. He’d comforted you on the nights you were babysitting him and your feelings for Jonathan became too much for you, always reassuring you that his brother was the greatest but severely stupid if he couldn’t see how much you cared about him and ask you out. You’d laugh, make him popcorn and let him watch a scary movie to apologize for being a teenage girl around him.

  He told you his secrets, too.

  Yeah, your bond with Will Byers was strong, unbreakable even. And you knew he was alive. You didn’t know how, you just knew.

  “Without a doubt. Will is gonna come home. He is, and we’ll all cry and hug and never let him out of our sights again, but he’s coming home.”

  You watched his face give in, crumbling as the tears finally trailed down the sides of his face, disappearing into his sideburns.

  It was your turn to hold him. You pulled him to you and he went willingly, burying his face in your chest as he quietly sobbed, shoulders shaking. 

  You carded your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead, willing away your own hurt so you could help him through his.

  “He might not be here right now, but Will isn’t gone. You haven’t lost him, Shutterbug.” You promised, squeezing him so he didn’t feel like he was falling apart.

  All your previous worries were gone, fear of Jonathan’s seemingly growing friendship and secret rendezvous—he hasn’t told you about but you know of—with Nancy Wheeler forgotten, trivial compared to the matter at hand. He’s in your bed, came to you for comfort and you got to hold him. She’s got a boyfriend, one who isn’t yours. The foreboding can take a seat in the back of your mind because you wouldn’t pay it anymore attention.

  You were right, Will did come home. You didn’t know the whole story, not buying the one fed to you but you didn’t push it, happy and relieved your little friend was back home safe.

  And you were right about the other thing, the foreboding. By the next fall, you weren’t able to hold Jonathan anymore. 

  And he stopped being yours.

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers x y/n #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers blurb #jonathan byers fanfic #jonathan byers fanfiction #jonathan byers fic #jonathan byers x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #charlie heaton #charlie heaton x reader #queenimmadolla

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

Oi love, I see 'ere on the list you had a lovely old time with that there Far Cry 3 and 4. But you see there's one small problem there innit? Surely you have misplaced the first two on the list, one couldn't possibly no enjoy Jack Carver's goofy action hero dialog or Malaria Simula'or 2 eh?

Jokes and goofiness aside, uhh... 001 for MLP:FiM?

ah danggit I’ve been called out 😂 Far Cry and Far Cry 2 look really interesting btw! those are the classic. Far Cry 3 was the first game I used to play because it was in my brother’s XBOX. I used to borrow his games when he’s not at home. honestly I didn’t really give the thought playing the previous games lol

I wish I could play more video games but my laptop is the only thing I have rn and it’s only for work related. maybe if i have the time ill just give let’s players on youtube a watch. ty for the question and heres the ask game!

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

• Favorite character:

I really love Fluttershy the most!

• Least Favorite character:

I don't think I have a least favorite. why? because everypony is best pony.

• 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

1. Fluttershy x Discord

2. Rainbow Dash x Pinkie Pie

3. Rarity x Apple Jack

4. Twillight x Flash

5. Lyra x Sweetie Drops

Character I find most attractive:

Princess Luna 🌙

• Character I would marry:

I’d marry this himbo

• Character I would be best friends with:

I need a Pinkie Pie in my life!

• a random thought:

• An unpopular opinion:

"20% cooler" isn't that funny of a line to me.

• My Canon OTP:

Mr. and Mrs. Cake!

My Non-canon OTP:

them ❤️

• Most Badass Character:

Rainbow Dash

•Most Epic Villain:

Queen Chrysalis

• Pairing I am not a fan of:

Spike x Rarity or really any Spike x main six or similar ages ponies..

• Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

I don’t have an opinion on this. I think the writing is fine as it is.

Favourite Friendship:

the mane six! love how they played off with one another, I enjoyed how the story progressed throughout the seasons and the action and adventure that there is when the characters fight the villains or solve some difficult problem and learn something from it in the end.

Character I most identify with:

hmm, I relate to having a Pinkie levels of excessive energy and happiness at times where i’m bouncing off the walls. i relate to both Pinkie's and Rarity's extreme mood-swings. I find Fluttershy's kindness in me too!

Character I wish I could be:

Twilight Sparkle! I want a magic and an ability to fly, like a pegasus.

#mlp:fim #ask game #ask

[nartothelar]

THERE WAS A SPAMTON SPECIL FUN PACK AND I FREAKIN MISSED IT F

#NOOOOOOOOO #LET ME HAVE ONE DANGGIT #WHEN #WHEN DID THEY RELEASE IT #I WANT IT SO BAD FUCK #IM CRYING #NOOOOO #SOLD OUT DANGGIT DARN AAA

[bokettochild]

Fic request! Legend and Ravio being best buds and being there for each other? Or like just them getting along. Platonic cuddling? I love them both.

Slight self projection on this one, but oh well!

I really like writing the dynamic for these two! But i would like to clarify that I write it as being strictly platonic.

Yes, Ravio does kiss Legend on occasion. But Ravio is a toucher, and that's just how he loves! For him, that's normal, that's something you do to those you love, not just in couples :)

Legend isn't great about physical touch, mostly because he's unaccustomed to it. He loves it, he just doesn't know how to ask for it or receive it most of the time.

And with that cleared up, on to the fic!!!

Mr. Hero was acting weird again.

His family had come back to visit again, and while many of them were wrapped in bandages and sporting some rather nasty wound, Mr. Hero seemed to be relatively well off from the fight. He wasn’t untouched, this was Mr. Hero after all, but he wasn’t as poorly as some of the others, which is why it was so odd for Ravio to find him curled up on the couch in their living room when he’d thought that everyone had gone to visit the local village.

They’d talked about it over breakfast. They’d arrived yesterday and hadn’t had time to restock in a while. The worse injuries were a broken arm on Mr. Smithy’s part, and that in no way hampered them from being able to do a run to the village, and it seemed many of Mr. Hero’s family saw visiting towns and villages as something of a treat.

They had been so eager over breakfast, talking over each other while Mr. Hero had rolled his eyes and pushed Tune- Wind back into his seat, scolding the champion for chewing with his mouth open and generally just correcting table manners and keeping people under control during the meal. Typical Mr. Hero, fussing over everything being right but pretending not to care, Ravio wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he sees them all they all eat like they’re in a castle, Mr. Hero’s just the kind of person to subtly train them all to behave lest they be faces with his flashing indigo gaze.

But he really would have thought, what with how everyone had chattered, that Mr. Hero would be with them all, leading them through the village and haggling with shopkeepers on the prices of potions and food. Yet here he sits, curled on their couch with that bulky quilt he likes so much thrown over his shoulders. Mr. Hero hasn’t bothered to fix his hair or tuck it under his cap, and it tumbles down his shoulders in a messy tangle as the Hylian stares unseeing at the far wall.

Ravio pauses in the entryway to the living room, his cup of cider still on one hand, and the book he’d been hoping to read in the other, heart torn over walking back into the kitchen and asking why Mr. Hero isn’t with his family. The slight shudder that runs across Mr. Hero's shoulders is all he needs as an answer and it’s without a second thought that the merchant strides across the room to settle on the couch beside his housemate, eyes bright and smile disarming as he looks over to Mr. Hero.

Dull violet meets his own green as Mr. Hero pauses and sighs, gaze shifting back down to the ground.

Oh. Oh, this is bad.

No snark, no dismissal, no ‘Ravio, I’m not in the mood’. Mr. Hero is at a stage where he is simply accepting things, and that’s never good!

“Why the long face?” He prods gently, settling himself on the couch as Mr. Hero moves slightly to accommodate him.

Okay, that’s even worse. Mr. Hero is being accommodating.

Oh Lolia, is he dying?

“Enervated.” Mr. Hero drawls, and Ravio is now officially freaking out. The big words have come out, the big words that he doesn’t know the definition of. His gaze trails back over to his book.

Most people don’t consider reading a thesaurus a past-time, and Ravio never would have considered it before moving in with Mr. Hero, but if he wants to understand the hero than he needs to know all the words that will crop up in his vocabulary anytime he is especially tired or bored.”

“E-enerv-”

“Tired.” Mr. Hero clarifies, shifting in place and drawing the blanket tighter around is shoulders.

Sharp green eyes watch his movements. It’s autumn and a slight chill has pervaded the air, but there really isn’t any need for the heavy blanket in this weather. Maybe a shawl or afghan of some sort, but the thickest and heaviest blanket in the entire house? That’s just plain overkill!

“Just tired?” He doesn’t even bother pretending to respect Mr. Hero’s space as he reaches out to rest his hand on his housemate’s forehead, gently shifting to touch the vet’s cheek. Rather than shake him off, Mr. Hero gently leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed gently as a breath whistle from his lips. Ravio frowns as he pulls back.

Mr. Hero is warm, but not unhealthily so, and it can probably be blamed on the heavy quilt he’s got throw over his shoulders.

The merchant quirks a brow. “Are you cold?”

Mr. Hero’s face twitches oddly, eyes darting up to meet Ravio’s before drifting back down; blank and tired in a way they often are after a long day. But today has not been a long day, he reminds himself, and Mr. Hero must have been in here since finishing dishes with him this morning.

“Yes.” Mr. Hero murmurs softly, more at the folds of his blanket then at Ravio. “But not...outside?”

And that is... that is confusing.

“I don’t understand.” He half wishes for his hood and robe, but he’d only just finished cleaning and he hasn’t put them on again, so he plucks instead at the edge of his scarf, similar to what Mr. Captain Hero Sir does when he’s anxious.

Mr. Hero huffs a breath. “I wouldn’t expect you to. Glad you don’t.”

He doesn’t like the blankness of Mr. Hero's face or the heaviness of his words. “Can you explain it to me?”

If there’s one thing that brings light into his friend’s eyes, it’s teaching. Mr. Hero loves to share his knowledge, and Ravio has sat contentedly through a dozen lectures on bee-keeping and orchard work or weapons care and traveling precautions and any number of other things. All he ever needs is a cup of cider and a warm nook to bundle himself away while Mr. Hero talks. Goodness knows he chatters quite a bit himself; Mr. Hero deserves to have an audience on occasion too, and he always has such interesting things to say that Ravio never minds listening.

But Mr. Hero’s eyes don’t light up with that glint of passion and his fingers don’t tap with barely contained energy. Quite the opposite. He curls in closer around himself, eyes clouded as he breaths heavily. “It’s like there’s somethin’ ‘side you that’s cold an’ empty. Like you swallowed ice or somethin’ cold like an’ it won’t melt. You can be toasty warm on the outside and it ne’er goes away, it’s jist-” The pink-haired Hylian’s ears flick as his nose twitches with pent up irritation. “It’s like you’re empty and no matter how much you eat or sleep or keep busy, it ne’er goes away.”

Understanding dawns with a heavy heart and tears pricking in his eyes. “I think that's called loneliness, Mr. Hero.”

Mr. Hero’s eyes glisten as he turns away. “’m not lonely. There’s eight people on my tail on the day to day an’ I can’t lose ‘em even if I tried.”

The tight ball Mr. Hero is curled into could be defensive or self-comforting, and he can’t tell which, but Mr. Hero's grip on his blanket laden shoulders is too tight to be anything short of strained.

“Being with people doesn’t mean you aren’t lonely.” Ravio’s voice comes softer than he means it too.

Mr. Hero once complained that his own voice was trapped in the stage of squeaking and breaking, but Ravio’s could drop low ‘till it was nothing but a deep vibration. He’s teased Mr. Hero about it more than once, but he finds that it’s also effective at making the other boy calm. Mr. Hero loosens so now, eyes still blank as Ravio stares at them, hoping that they’ll turn to meet his gaze. “You can feel lonely in the middle of a full kingdom.”

He knows. He remembers hiding in his big room in the castle and wishing that it wasn’t so cold and empty and that someone would look at him and see something other than a cowardly advisor. He'd wanted someone to look at him and see a friend, or a brother or a loved one. He’d wanted to matter and be safe in the warmth that was a real home.

Mr. Hero gave him that. Mr. Hero’s house, with its big apple tree and buzzing bees, it’s pokey little kitchen and creaky staircase, the blasted rocker and the freaky masks on the wall, all of it makes this house a home that is so distinctly Mr. Hero's, yet somehow also his own.

He can see it in the knitting needles stashed in their basket by the couch. In the mugs that he’s left empty on bookshelves and table tops. He sees himself in the drawing of the curtains to let in sunlight, and the organization of the items on the shelves and the wall.

This is their home, something that is both of them, and it’s always felt warm and fulfilling to him.

He’d never realized that Mr. Hero might not feel the same...

It’s on impulse, and the fact that Mr. Hero doesn’t push him away speaks volumes, but Ravio scoots forwards and pulls the veteran hero over to rest against his chest, his arms wrapping tight around his friend as heavy breaths escape from them both.

“Is this better?” He whispers softly against the pink that curls beneath his chin and the fluttering breath of Mr. Hero.

There’s only a faint grunt from the hero in his arms, non-committal, but Mr. Hero isn’t complaining or pushing him away, so he doesn’t let him go either. Never mind that he’s almost pulled his friend on top of him, Mr. Hero needs a hug, and Lolia danggit! Ravio is going to give him the best one he’s capable of!

Mr. Hero’s breath evens out as he adjusts a few times, shifting but never pulling away, and Ravio takes that as a cue to make himself comfortable.

Short, pale fingers trail up to weave through curling pink locks that are still unbrushed from the night before. It’s silky under his touch, a testament to his friend’s alternate form, and he takes no small amount of pleasure in winding his fingers through it and gently tugging out the tangles. Mr. Hero only sighs under his ministrations.

“It’s okay to ask for hugs you know.” He teases softly, almost disappointed that he can’t see how his housemate blushes and stiffens, but Mr. Hero's ears give him away, red as they are, and a smile tugs across his face when he sees it. “I'm sure Mr. Chosen Hero would love to hug you, he seems like that kind of person. And Mr. Smithy always seems fond of that sort of thing. Why, even-”

“Shup.” Mr. Hero huffs, and Ravio grins as his eyes fall down to where his friend’s arms have wrapped around his waist, a messy head of pink lying against his chest and the full weight of hero and blanket pressing down on him.

He doesn’t respond, but he does go back to running his hands through Mr. Hero’s hair.

A tune comes to mind as he sits there, and he lets the melody drift through the room as he absently strokes Mr. Hero’s long pink hair, the book in his hands capturing his attention until soft squeaking snores begin to sound from the hero on his chest.

No one’s there to see the kiss he presses to the mess of petal pink, and when the others return from their trip, neither of the two bunnies is awake to say anything at all.

The heroes stop in the doorway, surprise and fondness taking over their faces at the sight of both of their hosts stretched out over the couch, Legend lying over the top of Ravio, one of the merchant’s hands still resting on Legend’s head while the other hangs down towards the floor, barely grasping the book he'd been reading (Wind makes a comment about reading a thesaurus being strange, but no one really questions it too much). Legend’s arms are still wrapped tight around Ravio’s waist, his cheek pressed against the merchant's chest as squeaking snores escape through parted lips.

They’ve never seen the veteran so peaceful, Time muses as he removed the book from Ravio’s hand and tucks the quilt tighter around the two, noting with surprise it’s weight. Neither hero nor merchant wake, although Ravio does shift in his sleep at the disturbance, but the two are out cold.

There’s the snap of a shutter and a faint coo as he looks up, single blue eye meeting Wild’s own, the champion smiling sheepishly from behind the slate, the image on the screen of him knelt beside the two boys, tucking them in on the couch. Time smiles at his cub. “I want a copy of that picture, you hear?”

“Yes sir.” The champion whispers in return.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu ravio #lu legend #fluffics #linked universe fanfic #linked universe fic requests #lu time #lu wild #not ravio\i #do not tag as ship #thank you!

[ray-jaykub]

Heyyy :) I was wondering if you could maybe do head canons of having a kid with the boys (from Bayverse I was thinking?) Like them finding out and what kind of dad they'd be? If you don't want to, I totally understand! :D Thank you so much xx

I honestly want a raphael husband being the father of my daughters and sons. Literally the only way someone could ever get me to have a child is if it with that man and i stand by that. Fuck yeah turtle dads, LETS GO!! ((Gonna do a part 2 in a bit but i had to cut this short)

Leonardo:

•When Lee figured out the biggest thing he remembers feeling is pride and major fucking anxiety

•Nearly cried that night and the first person he told was his father, who he had always wanted to share this experience with so you can imagine the whirl of emotions he's going through

•He made father-hood his bitch ngl, fucking slayed and then some

•Leo is the stern daddy who helps with the homework and playtime while being percautious all at the same time

•First time your oldest son scraped his knee Leo held him for a solid four minutes wishing he would never have to hear those sad sobs again

•When his kids get in trouble Lee is the parent who gives the really long and boring lecture and then the punishment. Yes he did take the role of bad cop but damnit he hates it being called that

•Everyone will refuse to eat if they wake up and see dad at the table. Even when he tried to feed them baby food it was like they just wouldn't take it from him and he gets so petty when you manage

•The best with lullabyes. He can't tell a story but no matter how old his kids get they will ask for dad to sing

Raphael:

•Had a panic attack when you told him, took a 3 hour nap, remembered, told dad and Leo first, then never took his eyes or hands off of you because you were the most beautiful thing to him in that moment

•The dad your friends like when they come over because he makes the best dinner and is the secind best pillow fort maker. Anything his kids ask he will probably do because bro they're only kids once right?

•Definitley the one who, against your protest, let his kid take a sip of his cold brew. Fucking bust a gut laughin when they spat it all over his lap, he told them it was nasty

•When they get in trouble he has to take a minute to calm down because he knows if it makes him angry enough that Raph will be torn into pieces for yellin at his kid. Hates doin that, so he takes a differemt approach.

•"I'm not mad, just dissapointed" pulled the sad parent card because his dad did it all the time, why wouldn't it work?

•Definitley builds a relationship with each of his kids. From playin cowboys with one and princess with the other or maybe one of his lids got a thing for art. No, he can't draw but danggit he'll try

•Does not matter if he had the worst night on patrol or got his ass kicked fightin baddies. Raphael will hold his arms out for the tykes when they run to greet him and gives a hello kiss for each pretty head ready for whatever questions they have for him abput his night

#Tmnt x reader #Raphael x reader #Leonardo x reader #Raph x reader #Leo x reader #turtle dads #Ray writes #Headcannons #Fluff #Dad headcannons #My heart

[inkabelledesigns]

A Demonic Romance?

So um...I did something kind of self indulgent last night on the Sims, something I wouldn’t normally do. In fact, this may be the first time I’ve done something like this. ^^’’’’ I don’t know if any of you remember this, but I wrote this one-shot fanfic last year called Don’t Take it for Granted. Not a lot of people read it, but that hasn’t stopped me from thinking about it a lot, because it gave characterization to a character I never expected to work with: Grant Cohen. See, I don’t have this burning desire to work with Grant as a character. He’s got one tape that’s clearly his, and his office is a scary sight, but otherwise, there’s not much to be invested in. If we had to pick a side character outside of our bigger names to focus on, I’d probably choose to write about Jack (something to keep in mind for the future). But when I wrote this fic and fleshed out Grant, some cool stuff happened that I wasn’t expecting. 

And now I’m playing with it in the Sims. This is the first time I’ve done an OC X Canon pairing. But danggit, they’re really cute together!

So for anyone who hasn’t read my fics (or it’s just been a while), let me get you up to speed. On the right, we have Grant Cohen, but on the left, we have my demon. This is Belphene Farah. In my story, Searching the Depths: The Heart of the Studio, she’s the demon that Joey contracted to give the ink its magical properties. She wasn’t intended to be anything major, but the more I get into her head, the more I want to flesh her out. She’s actually shown up in three of my fics now, as she’s also pretty important to Too Many Eyes, which is a crossover fic. She’s a bit complicated in terms of morality, sometimes loving to torture mortals, and sometimes taking pity on them. Grant is one such case. Grant’s life hasn’t been anything special. He has no family, his only friends (if he can call them that) are at the studio, he’s constantly stressed and overworked, and he’s been convinced that he’s unworthy of love. 

So when Belphene scoops him up for another sacrifice, he’s more afraid for the people that she’s going after next than he is himself. And that strikes a chord with her. She’s also been hurt many times over. She also doesn’t believe she’s worthy of love, and that’s part of why she’s delighted in messing with mortals for so long, to distract herself from her longing for someone to care. One thing I haven’t covered within the story itself is WHY she agreed to a contract with Joey. Part of it is because Belphene’s pretty young for a demon. She was still figuring out contracts, and there was something intriguing about his that would’ve made a difference to how other demons see her. She felt if she could prove herself, people would take her seriously, she’d finally be worthy of having respect and adoration. But of course, you and I know that’s not how it really works, not in a healthy relationship at least. The more I dive into who they are, the more I realize that they have a lot in common. So much so that I kind of started to ship the two, and that lead to my making a separate sim of Grant just so I could have the two try and date.  Now, they’re dating, and it’s kind of cute. I can’t make demons in the Sims, so Belphene is a vampire, and it actually gave me an option, once Grant took interest in her vampirism, for him to ask to be turned. I’m not gonna lie, this kind of intrigues me. Maybe it’s just because I’ve seen a demon Grant before (he’s the Sin of Greed in a shared AU my gal pals and I have), but I can totally see him as a demon in the future. They’d work together, she’d show him all the ropes, and he’d use his legal expertise (he’s big on following rules as well as bending them) to make sure they don’t have a bad contract again. They both go from feeling like lesser as people to getting the love they craved all along. I can see them both becoming better people too, kinder, gentler, maybe a bit more mischievous on Grant’s end. What do you think? Depths as a story is all about healing, and it’s not just for our protagonists. I want to help as many people as possible, because danggit these characters deserve to feel better, to have a better life after all they’ve been through.

Whatever comes next, I’m glad I got to try things with these two, and I’m excited to continue experimenting. 

#batim sims 4 #sims 4 #batim #bendy sims 4 #bendy #bendy and the ink machine #grant cohen #bendy fanfic #bendy fanfiction #bendy canon x fanon #oc x canon #bendy oc x canon #fc x canon #belphene farah #demons #vampires #shipping #bendy shipping #I haven't thought of a ship name for them yet #it's gotta be clever and punny though

[purplesurveys]

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survey by icantloveu

Today:

Who was the first person you saw? It was my dad. I fell asleep in the living room last night and he was the first person to go downstairs.

Who was the first person who called you? I have not received any call today so far and I’m not expecting any to come through today, a Sunday.

Who was the first person you called? I haven’t called anyone, either. The closest is an eyewear store I messaged on Messenger just a few minutes ago to ask if they accept walk-ins, since I didn’t know they’ve mostly taken appointments throughout the pandemic. If they don’t, I’ll have to wait until Thursday to get a check-up.

What was the first thing you did? I was mad at myself for falling asleep early last night and kinda wasting my weekend, so the second I opened my eyes I got up and looked for a survey to answer, lol.

What'd you have for breakfast? Fried rice, eggs, hotdogs, kikiam, and danggit, with crab paste.

Lunch? Skipped lunch as always since we have late breakfast. I might make coffee.

Dinner? I’m still indecisive on whether I’ll have dinner at home or somewhere outside. In any case, I can’t tell what I’ll be eating just yet.

Who'd you hang out with? I’ll be just by myself today.

What'd you do? I plan on taking a couple more surveys after this. I also wanna do some work ahead of tomorrow and watch the newest episode of 2 Days 1 Night as well.

Favorite song you heard? I am finding Ravi and Lee Naeun’s Rain Drop preeeeeeetty catchy.

Did you see anyone you hadn't seen in awhile? Not today. But last Friday this was the case as I saw Al, Pia, Kyelle, Gab, and Sam for the very first time in well over a year. Angela and Hans were part of the group as well but we were able to see each other during the holidays.

Last:

Thing you ate? The last spoonful of my rice, which I think I topped with the last of my egg and hotdog.

Movie you saw? Midsommar, I think. Last Christmas. I don’t watch a lot of movies anymore.

Girl you hugged? Angela. We saw each other for like, 15 seconds yesterday afternoon so that she could return the abaca mat I lent her for her graduation shoot.

Guy you hugged? I believe it was Hans, when we were saying bye last Friday. If not him, it would have been Al.

Family member you hugged? No idea. Maybe an aunt.

Type of soda you drank? I don’t drink any softdrinks. I did drink red wine that turned out to be carbonated last Valentine’s Day, though.

Flavor of gum you chewed? It’s a gimmick-y kind of gum that is extremely sour when you first pop it in your mouth; but once you start chewing it the sourness dies down and it goes back to the classic bubblegum taste.

Time you brushed your teeth? Last night.

Time you showered? Midnight yesterday when I got home from the aforementioned hangout with friends. I wasn’t able to take a shower yesterday because it had been freezing cold all day, but I plan on having one today.

Time you rode in the car? Yesterday when I drove out of the village to briefly meet up with Angela.

Word you said? Not sure; maybe just a ‘hi’? I greet my dogs a lot.

Person you talked on the phone to? My mom called me last night to tell me dinner was ready.

Time you cried? Genuinely no clue. I’d say a couple or even several weeks ago.

Currently:

Wearing? I have on an olive green sleveeless turtleneck top, and a pair of shorts.

Eating? None at the moment but I do feel like munching on something. Salted egg chips sound amazing right now, actually.

Drinking? Nothing, but I am in the mood for coffee.

Thinking? What else I can do today to maximize what’s left of my weekend.

Doing? [besides this survey] Looking at possible frames to buy for my new eyeglasses.

Friends:

Last friend's house you stayed at? Eugh, I think it had still been Gabie’s. I haven’t stayed at anyone else’s place during the pandemic so far; I’ve driven by Angela’s house briefly a couple of times, though. Mostly to just like return stuff or hand her a gift.

Last friend who stayed at your house? Angela and Hans.

Who has the coolest siblings? Probably Rita. All her siblings have got their own things and gigs and passions going on and I find that awesome. Of course, their family is filthy, old-money rich so their parents have more than enough money to let them sustain their hobbies, so I guess that’s a crucial factor in this too. But even then, they’re all humble and insanely nice so they’re still cool lol.

Who's an only child? Angela, Jo, Luisa, and I think Blanch??

Who have you gone on the most trips with? I don’t go on many trips with friends.

Who's met your family? Angela, and because of that one time my orgmates held a meeting at my house - Kate, Patrice, Jo, Jane, Aya, JM, and Edi.

Family:

Who's the craziest? There’s honestly a lot of chaos on my mom’s side, tbh. There’s past and current animosities, land issues, and general attitude problems among many of them. Of course, they try to hide it from the younger generation and everyone puts disagreements behind them during family gatherings; but the older I’ve gotten, the more my mom has let me in to some of the stories. That said, I can’t tell you who would be the craziest of them all.

Sanest? [is that a word] I would trust one of my aunts with my whole life, if it comes down to it. She has such a warm personality, is an amazing and sweet mom, and talking to her has always felt like talking to an old college friend that you’re having drinks with. I feel like I should do more for her as her niece, but yeah, I love her a lot.

Loudest? I will happily refer you to the entirety of my mom’s side, again. Everyone’s mode of communication seems to be yelling.

Lives the farthest away? Everyone who lives in the US.

Who do you live with? Both of my parents and my two siblings.

Has the most dogs? My dad’s immediate family, from whom Kimi actually came. There’s two dogs I can play with whenever we visit - Spike and Gucci - then they also have several other dogs but they aren’t too guest-friendly.

Has the most cats? My mom’s sister-in-law used to have like, 3 or 4 cats but I’m not sure if they’re still alive.

Has the most cars? I’m not sure. Most seem to have 1-3 which is the average for families anyway.

Random..

What color are your shoelaces? I’m not wearing any shoes at the moment.

Describe your sunglasses: I don’t own any.

Song you listened to last is...? Some jazz-y coffee shop-y tune I heard on YouTube.

Do you have a digital camera? Not anymore. I just use my phone to take photos.

What's the last type of cookie you ate? It had coffee and dark chocolate in it, but I can’t exactly remember what the name of the product is anymore.

Do you have your own computer? I have my own laptop. I never had a computer; I just went straight to having a laptop.

Describe your computer chair? I never had a computer chair per se but my work chair is nothing fancy, it’s just a plastic black chair that my parents bought initially just so that I had somewhere to sit on for my internship at my now-employer. Eventually I didn’t like how I was working in my room because I stopped being able to separate my personal life and my work life, so I’ve been working at the dining table these days.

Why is it called a computer chair anyways? I didn’t know this was a term, actually. I usually just keep hearing gaming chair.

What do you call the remote for the TV? Remote control, or sometimes just remote.

Do you have a crush on anyone? Nope.

What's on your walls? A few posters and wall decors. Some paintings from Gab towards which I have zero feelings or attachment anymore but I feel too lazy to take down.

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? Closed. It would be impossible for me to fall asleep otherwise.

Can you fall asleep with the TV on? Sure, but the program has to be something I was watching to begin with so I can be lulled to sleep. If it’s a show about something I don’t find interesting, I might just find it as noise.

What is the last book you read? I don’t know.

What's your least favorite class? I don’t go to school anymore but in my final semester I hated my business writing class. I hated all my journalism classes, actually; but it was business writing that made me feel the most nervous.

Are you cold? I’m just right. It’s chilly enough not to need the fan, but I’m not shivering either.

Where are you? I’m in the living room.

What is touching your foot? The couch.

Are you wearing any jewelry? Nopes.

If so, what?

What's your name? Robyn.

Do you like it? Sure.

Would you change it if you could? Not at this point.

[for girls] Are you going to keep your last name when you get married? I would hyphenate it, yeah. This is also so that I get to keep my middle name as well.

#survey #surveys

[kineticallyanywhere]

Fic Writer Interview

got tagged by @glowstickia!

Name: Kinetic or KA (on basically any website I’m kineticallyanywhere, or kineticallywhere or kineticanywhere if the website isn’t bold enough for my 19 character username lol) 

Fandoms: Current mains are RWBY, Dungeons&Daddies, TAZ: Graduation, working my way through NADDPOD, always reading My Hero Academia, always into Pokemon, Red vs Blue is kind of a side dish now but still in my heart, and I’ll always reblog a good Danny Phantom post. 

Where you post: AO3 and tumblr. I have a twitter and an instagram that I attempt to use sometimes, but I just don’t feel comfortable there. 

Most Popular One-shot: I guess  Flying, falling, stand your ground for RWBY has the most kudos of my one-shots. 

Most Popular Multichap: As much as I want it to be  Mind over Matter (RvB), I just discovered that the stats on Heroes Under Drinking Age: Alpha (Danny Phantom/RC9GN) kinda knocks it out of the park. 

Favorite story you’ve written so far:  Mind over Matter (RvB). I poured my heart into that thing and discovered so much about how I write an had such a good time doing it and it’s actually done. 

Fic you were nervous to post: all of them, I am a naturally nervous being

How do you choose your titles: They come to me as the wind delivers a leaf which happens to land close to your shoe, and then you decide it looks cool and maybe you’ll take up leaf pressing to keep it. Or really I just think about the theme and main focus on it and then either pick a phrase from the fic itself or make one that’s practically a summary. 

Do you outline: Long fics yes, one-shots no. The outline is constantly shifting, though, and is mostly there as a motivator. 

Complete: 16, most of them one shots, and one of them kid of cheating because it’s HUDA: Alpha, and HUDA: Alpha is technically supposed to be a part 1. 

In progress: 3 on ff.net and all of them are either abandoned or HUDA, which I hope to one day get around to finishing. There is so much more for that story in my head than ever made it to words. 

Coming soon/not yet started: A one-shot concurrent to Mind over Matter from Carolina’s PoV, and then maybe, one day, if I feel it in my heart and have the time and the yolos to give, a sequel that would also function as an AU for s13 that focuses on really uniting Blue Team. 

Prompts?: write about a character who’s going through or has gone through something really hard getting affirmation about how, regardless of how well they did, they made it through 

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: Championed, my freaking ocs, danggit, I will scratch those slippery hooligans into existence if it’s the last thing I freaking do I can’t believe I’m starting chapter 1 over again can you believe me I never put enough thought into background and culture design what was I thinking this will be so much easier when I have this worked out in advance and all this time I just keep wasting--

I love just having one-shots come to me and posting those, so let’s go with that.

OH, I want to write something TAZ: Graduation. I love writing descriptions of what it might feel like to use magic (or other things that people don’t experience in real life like fusing a computer with your brain) and Fitz is like candy for these ideas as someone who hasn’t always been able to use magic and who has friends who’s interactions with magic are very different (one with racial magic, the other with it connected to his culture) and who’s own magic is something unlike anything his world has fully encountered 

tagging: @aryashi @windwardrose @cinaed @shadowsnowdapple and the writer reading this

#tag games #me talking #about me #fanfiction

[thenerdhathwrote]

The Wise Man’s Fear Reactions Part 4

Chapter 120-end

Man I left off on a real pickle of a situation didn’t I?

Vashet’s right though.  Kvothe can seem gentle and soft, but he’s got a streak of terrifying in him that always comes out sooner or later

What are you doing with that wax and unlimited heat, Kvothe?  I DO NOT LIKE

Oh, good, it’s time for his test.  What could go wrong.

Spinning Leaf!  Tree!  Wind! AAAAAHHHH

LUTE

Kvothe keeps comparing important people to Elodin

Who is Vashet’s poet king?  There’s a sad story there, isn’t there...

“There is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart” THANK YOU VASHET

This sword scene is beautiful and eerie

That sword doesn’t sound like Folly...

Did Kvothe’s sword belong to Vashet’s poet king?

Nope.  This is worse.

How is it that every time I think “oh no, that’s bad?” within three pages I am forced to go “and now it’s worse?” Just let him rest!

Wait so one of the Chandiran didn’t betray a city?

I’m not entirely sure what’s going on here but I do not like it

I’m starting to figure it out and I DON’T LIKE IT

OOF

Bless Gran tbh

Innkeeper’s about to get robbed

Yep.  Danggit.  

Well, that’s unfortunate

BAST

Come on, Kvothe, you’ve been back for all of like five minutes and you’re already offending the nobility

LOCKLESS BOX

KVOTHE you terrible, clever child

DEVIE YOU TERRIBLE, CLEVER WOMAN

...Kvothe, you really should stop antagonizing Ambrose

Is this Denna!?

IT IS

Come on, Kvothe, the stone is a metaphor

I love Fela a lot okay

Elodin’s reaction to changing names has me properly intrigued

Does it have something to do with Lanre changing to Haliax, or something?

What’s in the box? What’s in the baaaahhhhx?

Kvothe can’t use naming anymore either, huh

BAST

Okay, listen, I love Bast.  But everything he’s doing to try and get Kvothe “back to himself” is extreme.  He is Fae, I get it.  But there will be a reckoning, and it will hurt.

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS 

AAAAAHHHHHH

#kkc #kkc liveblog #the wise man's fear #patrick rothfuss #this book was a JOURNEY

[animatedarchives]

Just bc you attached that gif of the palm tracing akfjskakf. But I will start watching for YOU 😤

HAHAHAHAHA DAZAI IS SUCH A FLIRT but i still love him anyway 🥴🥴 i always love the flirty ones like dazai, oikawa and kisumi danggit i do not have a type i swear LET ME KNOW HOW IT GOES OKAY HEHEHE

— introduce yourself: tell me anything! :D

#soph banters #nonnies and friends 💗 #alyssa 🎼

[zikadraws]

🌼Chara's Resort - Chapter 1 :'' ''I call monkey business on this hotel, partner'' or 'the Introduction' ''🌼

''*Are you 100% sure about that, partner ?''

Frisk eye rolled and with a big sigh made Chara understand that yes, they were and no, there was no need of asking that for the 387th time.

''*A-Alright then. Sorry, I shouldn't be the nervous one.''

Frisk gave their little undead partner a patient smile, and then a global look at the hotel. It was absolutely huge. Like, real huge. In the night they could barely even see the roof, and there was too many windows for them to count. It gave the young human a slight feel of anxiety, wondering if they would really be able to take care of something that big...

''*...why is it so little lightened ?''

Huh. Good question. The building was indeed barely lightened outside as for inside, and Chara completed their question with the observation that it was weird for a construction that seemed that brand new. Perhaps every customer was already asleep...?

''*At ten in the evening ? Every window ? Seriously, partner ? What do you think it is, a military camp ?''

Hmpf. Cut off the sass, Chara. There was anyway only one way of learning more, since whatever Frisk would say, their hirer didn't told them anything about the job yesterday.

''*Aaand right in the problems Chara & Frisk are bulling agaaain~'' crooned Chara ''Team-Rocket'' like, while their partner eagerly swinged open the front door of the building, ready for everyone and everything... Except for finding the check-in hall to be as darkened as the windows, and maybe even emptier than Jerry's personality -Chara !!!!

''*What ? He HAS the emptiest personality. And I'm the narrating one here, so frick off. Beyond of this, you gotta admit, this is like, really abnormal... Make me think of a horror movie scenario... y'know ? With the clueless guys who enter in a isolated recently bought house, and then- Nonono, don't close the door !! It's always once it's done that freaky stuff happens... Wha- NoI'mNotScaredButSeriouslyPleaseLetThatDoorOpen.''

Low-key laughing at their friend's nervousness, Frisk stepped deeper in the entrance, checking around for any clue of someone, in vain. The hall was inconfortably spacious... The silence didn't help, and Frisk rapidly felt their partner gripping their suit's leg, having decided to ground themselves in the hope to feel less exposed. The aspiring janitor frankly smiled at this sight. They did not know Chara still had scared child instincts.(*muttering*''*Mrrrmmrr....As if you didn't, you stupid mrmgrownup...(pfff)'')

Openly giggling this time, Frisk reached the check-in office and officializing the lack of reception, got ready to wait, gently messing the incorporeal hair of their pouty ghost friend.

Five minutes passed. Five more.

As it was getting to a quarter-hour, Chara had calmed down and Frisk was getting less and less sure about anything concerning their job. Their partner started swinging playfully around the deck, happy to feel getting closer the possibility of leaving the place, as they've been arguing about it during the whole wait.

''*That's just as what I'm killing myself in telling you, partner~ Nothing about this stuff is right ! 🎶Huge place, dark place, no one around...🎵 Nothing is right, yet here you are...🎶 Hmm hm hm hmmm... Oooh yeah~...🎵''

Hearing Chara starting to sing almost got the best out of Frisk, making them stand up all of a sudden and eye-dagger their smuggy brat of a friend, who promptly tempered.

''*Woah- hey, cool partner ! I'm just saying that apparently no one was warned you would come. That Gadd guy probably didn't bothered to get someone... (And honestly, for how he behaved yesterday, that would not surprise me...) ...Huh- wait, don't make that face !! Don't be sad, it's probably just an oversight... (...) Tell you what : let's ring the bell here, and if really nobody shows up, we'd get out of here, how about that ?''

Frisk sighed but had to admit it was the best option... Though before reaching out for the bell, they hesitated and then, to Chara's startlement, turned to them and bowing, waved in the bell's direction with a wink. After some confusing seconds, Chara understood : their partner offered them the first hit.

''*Wha-- But Frisky, I am a ghost. It won't do anything and you know it, right- oh.''

Of course they knew. But Chara could see it in Frisk's eyes. They wouldn't just get away with fifteen minutes of whining. And perhaps even wouldn't get away at all, if they didn't lowed themselves in that reminding of their incorporeal misery. Not while knowing how Frisk was.

''*... Alright then...''

Chara loomed over the bell, arm raised, eyesiding their partner's already satisfied grin. Swallowing their indignation, the little ghost sighed hard and hit that humiliating call bell with all of their frustration. ''*Here goes nothing-"

"Diiiiinnngg~🎵!!!''

...

...the echo of the ringing rolled in the entire hall. Leaving the equally stunned duo in a deafening silence.

---

''*...Waitwaitwaitwait. How the fuc-''

Despite being genuinely confused, Frisk had that reflex of reminding language manners to Chara. For who it was really the leastest of their problems.

''*Partner, I just did physically interact with a material object after one hundred ghostly years of not even being able to interact with magic. I can talk however the hell I want. What- NO I have no idea. I did not do anything special- I wasn't even fricking expecting it to ring... No I don't think there's anything special with it. I mean it's a goddamn bell ?? It's not even glowing or anything... Oh danggit---I'm so damn confused !!! Why does it have to happen now...''

''...Hum, hello, and err...How may I help you ?''

The unknown voice caught the arguing duo off guard and, turning up towards the origin in unison, opening baby owl eyes, they faced an... unexpected figure. It was a skinny man-like creature, standing behind the desk, with a blue and transparent body ; whose eyes and mouth, and general being actually, was strangely glowing ; and was dressed as a groom ; and manifestly waiting for a response.

After a couple of seconds Chara broke the silence. ''*...You, huh. 'You encounter... (Wait lemme *CHECK...) ...Stuart Gangers.''

The newcomer suddenly looked like choking on that name evocation. ''Wait wha- How- how do you know-''

''*...Said 'Steward'. Like his fonction, which is outrageously convenient...''

''Hey !''

''*...Basically the ghost equivalent of Burgerpants ; doing his very best.' ...Hooold on : 'ghost' ??? But wait, then does that mean...''-

''HEY !!!''

''*----OooohMyGodI'mSoSorryIDidn'tThoughtYouCouldPerceiveMe.''

...

Some seconds of overwhelming tension passed between the more-lost-than-ever duo and the rather mad bellhop. Finally, this last one decided it was not worth keeping up such an atmosphere if it didn't ended with anything good from those two unexpected visitors, and with a big sigh suggested them to forget about it and start over instead. So hello visitors, you can call me Steward, welcome to the Last Resort, new version, and how may I help you ?...

''*... Yeah'', croaked that strange-looking little petty ghost of a brat (having to be polite to customers didn't forbid him to think his mind) who guessed his true identity. ''*Yeah. Good idea. That's surely better. (Sorry). So, hum... Greetings mister... The names are Chara and Frisk Dreemur, and huh... Frisk here came in this place because they got hired as a janitor yesterday by some weird gu-(ahem)-Imeansomeone of the name of E. Gadd ; youuu...might have been warned...?''

Seeing the young spectrum getting shyer and shyer, to the point that their words gradually sounded less and less audible, restored Steward's sympathy ; and so that was honestly smiling that he informed them that indeed, he has been warned that the new janitor would come tonight, though the professor did not care to tell at which time. But on the other hand, he had in fact warned the entire staff hotel, including the residents, about this and that he wanted them all to meet the new employee (''for some reason -I don't really get it... they never did something like that before ??...-ahem-'') and so he had gathered them in integrity in the reception room, a bit next to the hall. May he leaded them in...?

A perplex silence fell through the ghosts and the human, before a steady-as-a-broom ghost kid finally asked : ''*...the 'professor' ? ...And... What do you imply by... The residents...?''

Steward squinted. ''...What...You mean that he did not told you ??''

As he faced the embarrassed look of the duo, it occurred to the incredulous bellhop that he had to brought himself to give them a summary on his own. How come the professor did not warn them... ??

''...god is it a funny story... So... Let's see...''

...

Ten minutes of wide explanations later, Frisk had to sum up to Steward. Did he really just said that 1) their hirer was a scientist focused on ghosts studies ; 2) the hotel itself was inhabited specifically by ghosts ; and 3) they were about to meet them all at once ??

''That's the long and the short of it, yes.''

But it was amazing ! It meant that Chara could for once meet up plenty people who could actually see them, hear them ! They could even make friends, finally !

Turning up to share their enthusiasm with the said children, Frisk brutally felt their happiness fade to concern. Noticing the human sudden worried face, Steward followed their eyes... and felt his chest tighten.

Chara was standing on their feet, abnormally steardy, eyes wide open and darting the ground, the whole spectra ran by violent shakes, their aura producing small red zaps of energy - an expression of fear iridiating from their whole being. It was a major panic attack, like Steward never could bear himself. No need to be a genius to understand that the kid wouldn't be able to interact with anyone in those conditions.

That establishment done, Steward turned to the alarmed human and suggested them to begin heading to the reception room by themselves, while he would take care of this. The young mortal hesitated but consented at the empathetic look on the bellhop's face. Giving a timid wave at their -oblivious- partner, they slowly engaged in the hallway. Once Frisk was out of view, Steward flew around the desk and crouched himself next to shuddering Chara. ''Hey kid. Are you feeling okay ?'' ''* . . . '' ''It's alright, okay ? I'm just sitting there. I swear I won't hurt you or anything else. Nobody will.'' ''*... I...I-I'm---...'' ''...There... See ? I'm just going to touch you on the shoulder... Here. Take a breath.'' Steward has cautiously began to open his arms, and Chara, still intensely shivering, instinctively moved themselves in. ''*I'm...I-'' they stuttered, as Steward very carefully closed his arms on the child's back. ''There, there... Shhh. Don't worry. You're safe. It's gonna be okay.'' Chara stared in shook, then their voice cracked down as they given back the ghost's hug, with all the force their violent shudders allowed them to use.

''*I'm sorry...''

---

Meanwhile, Frisky has already reached the reception room door.

They hesitated at the entrance. Being without their little partner felt so wrong... Having grown up with that constant -although sassy, and overly curious, and sometimes kinda annoying- presence, the young human felt unusually lonely. And worried for them. Would they really be alright...?

As Frisk was lost in their thoughts, the doors suddenly BUSTED open. Brutally brought back to reality, a startled Frisky eyecatched an obviously out of patience Professor E. Gadd, blabbering aggressively while being followed by some blue ghost.

''It's been almost an hour now since they should have arrived, what in the world is that guy doin- OH ! It's you !'' exclaimed the scientist, radically changing their tone at Frisk's recognition. ''We weren't expecting you anymore ! What took you so long ?'' As the newest janitor timidly attempted to remind Gadd that he literally did not told anything about what the program would look like, he interrupted them and grabbing them by the arm, dragged them towards the room ; ''Yeah yeah whatever. Anyway, we're so glad to finally have you here. You'll see : everyone's been waiting for you !'' Then practically pushed poor Frisky through the entrance.

Bursted up suddenly into the large place, bewildered Frisk reduced themselves to that latest rough treatment, and, blinking at the sudden relative amount of light, eyed the room... And almost let fall their backpack in amazement. Here, in this room, were standing (or more floating for some ominous reasons) dozens and dozens and dozens of ghosts, all sizes, all forms (perhaps as varied as monsters species), who were all doing (it wasn't the least astonishing thing to Frisk, knowing Chara) who were all doing normal corporeal people stuff, including eating for some !!...aaand were, hum. All staring at Frisk. The young human felt briefly their chest tighten at that last realization. But really briefly, as a ghost of tall stature, with blue sweater, cap and body (and a rather massive chin and pointy nose) approached to greet them -with the friendliest behaviour :

''Why, bonjour ! You must be the new concierge, n'est-ce pas ? Pleased to be meeting you, I'm Morty ! If you want, I can present you to everyone ! ^^''

Relieved by the reaction of the spectre, Frisk smiled widely and felt their loneliness flew away. Perhaps it would in fact not be as terrible as foreseen actually...

E. Gadd discreetly grabbed his captors.

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In the meantime, back in the hall, Steward finally managed to get Chara to calm down... Well, sort of. If you can call calmed down a child sitting in ball-like position against the check-in desk, hidden under their hood, sobbing (gradually quieter, gotta admit). The bellhop was sitting right next to them, gently patting them, and wait for their hiccups to fade off to prudently ask them what got them to stress out that brutally.

''*...'' ''You don't have to tell me, but I think it would be better for us both to clear that up. If it's okay with you.'' ''*...I'm sorry... it's just that... (Hic) it's just that it's all happening at once... That's all.(snif)'' ''What are you talking of ?'' ''*But everything, whined the young ghost. We just came up in this creepy place and then... Then I'm able to touch things out of nowhere ? I just can't understand...'' ''...you mean it was the first time ever for you ??'' ''*Ever since I died, yup...'' ''How long-'' ''*One hundred and fifteen years.'' ''... Woah. Seriously ?'' ''*Huh-hu. ...Why ?'' ''Well actually, I did never heard of ghosts on the late...I was personally physically fully interactive hours after my death, in fact.'' ''*...'' ''Buuut I mean, it's okay. You seem to be an unusual...hum, special type of ghost anyway, so it's probably not that weird.'' ''*... what do you mean, exactly ?'' sneaked the little ghost, squinting. ''... Well... By example...''started the nervous bellhop, feeling he probably shouldn't have come up with this subject. ''I mean your appearance -and aura- is radically different from ours. Like you see, I have a tail and you seem to naturally have legs.'' ''*Oh yeah, smiled the small ghost. I did not notice it at first. It's funny.'' Encouraged by his achievement in getting a smile, Steward continued. ''Also, unlike mine, your eyes got pupils... (And your mouth is not glowing)'' ''*Yep... but, doesn't red pupils look a little weird though ?'' wondered the kid, suddenly sad. Getting that it was a sensitive topic, Steward eluded by assuring them it gave them an interesting look, and quickly switched to another subject (''And are those actually ears under your hood ?? Man, kid, you don't get your luck !!'' ''*Heee~ ! Quit it, it tickles !!''), effectively getting them to laugh, finally.

So after having managed to get Chara finally better, the blue ghost dared, after a short pause, to ask them if they wanted to head to the reception room with him, as he had to go there anyway. The little ghost shrinked on themselves. Then quietly confessed to Steward that in one hundred and a bit, they've never been able to interact with anyone but Frisk (''*and some rare exceptions... -ahem-''). So the perspective of having to meet plenty of new people able to perceive them in one shot, just like that, was a terrifying one. They just could't do it.

''*I'm really sorry...'' apologized the kid, rubbing their eye.

''... it's okay. I feel for you.''

''*I'm already happy to have met you today. I'd met the others, but like... Eventually'', stated the kid with a frank smile.

Steward felt his chest warm up at this one... ''Awww, thank you kid. That's fine, take all the time you need. We're all staying here anyway. And by the way, if you really have trouble with developing your ghost abilities we could teach you how it's done'', he added with a friendly wink ;).

Chara's eyes (and hair) bloomed with stars (and flowers (??)) at this unexpected offer ; but then, got melancholic...

''*...Do you really have to go ?''

''...yes, kid. Or else they'll be looking for me, sorry.''

The look on the child's face pitied the bellhop as he was getting up. Then an idea came to his mind, and with a wide smile he suggested Chara an alternative at being alone. Would they mind to try ?

''*...huh... Yeah, I guess ?''

So turning up, Steward clapped his hands, and a quartet of blue, yellow, red and purple glowing forms appeared from the walls. The bellhop informed the stunned kid that those were Goob, Slinker, Hammer and Sneaker. And as they gently approached the little ghost, and as the said 'Goob' managed its way through the very arms of that curious-looking new kid, Chara nearly teared up in awe.

''*Awww~ Oh my god they're so CUTE- thank you Mister !!!''

Steward nodded and, after making sure that the kid was in good escort, -gloriously- initiated his way to the reception room.

Plenty satisfied with himself for once.

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Within the said reception room, Frisk was living their glorious hours. The guy named Morty knew indeed everyone and nobody got forgotten. The residents were globally really satisfied with the new janitor ; although being a little confused about if it was a boy or a girl, they all recognized their obvious ability to adapt to any given situation, their friendliness and, which wasn't the leastest of qualities for some, their quietness. In fact, the ghosts were really wondering how that human managed to be understood by everyone ? They did not see him/her open their mouth to actually talk even once !! But ah, in the end it didn't really matter. They were optimistic about...-well, in doubt- them, anyway. The atmosphere was sincerely light (ironically---hum.).

But as the presentations went along, the professor E. Gadd, who was keeping himself apart from the assembly, in a corner where he had a wide sight of the entire room, surrounded with complex instruments, seemed himself, less and less satisfied. The goobs who were providing the service were gossiping between themselves about how much he looked like he was searching for something and couldn't find it.

To the point where the friendly festivities got brutally interrupted when he jumped out of his seat and bulled towards the ghosts, arguing that something was not right.

''Wha- What's wrong, Professor ??'' asked the gal called Chambrea, confused. ''Everyone is having a good time. What's the matter ?''

''If something is wrong ? Yes something is definitely wrong. Don't you fellows ghosts sense like, I don't know... There's something off in that room ?''

''... ... ...''

''... Steward's... missing ?'' risked someone, bewildered.

''I don-''

''Not anymore~ !🎵'' whistled the interested, who just made his entry through the door-

''I DON'T FRICKING CARE ABOUT STEWARD !!'' shouted the professor, way more violently than he intended. Ignoring the shook he just caused in the gasping audience (and without even a look for poor Steward), he went on : ''What I mean is... Did really none of you guys perceive some strange presence, or aura, around 'Frick' here ?''

''...No, professor. ''Answered a tall purple ghost in costume in the coldest of tones. ''Why ,professor ?''

''Really ?'' enchained the said professor, totally oblivious to the inner menace. ''None of you did notice anything unusual with 'Frick' ? Nothing else than him (or her...?) ?? Utterly, positively, absolutely sure ???''

''Yes, professor.'' completed a rich-looking yellow ghost lady, in a similar tone. ''None of us. Why that question, professor ? Was there something you did not tell us, professor ?''

''...Bad timing.''

The scientist brutally turned away, gathered some of his instruments, and busted out of the room -nearly jostling away poor Steward, who glared at him suspiciously- while repeating over and over : ''Bad timing. Bad timing. Bad timing.''

Bad timing.

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🌼~End of Chapter 1~🌼

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Thank you very much for having read it all until the end. I hope my style did not bore you. And that you liked the plot.🥰

Love you all.

(Phew, it was really exhausting... Hope it was worth it at least^^''')

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[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Devil’s No 1(7)

Chapter 7: Abundance

Loki x fem!Reader, Bucky x fem!Reader

Theme: The definitions of devils, angels, demons etc. are twisted here in this world. But some things remain the same.

Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, everything that my mind can conjure, really.

Chapter warnings: None... is a kink a warning?

A/N: This was written two years ago (I think) on @phantomrose96 ‘s prompt/situation of a shy girl summoning the devil to be friends with him (and something else that he does but I’ll leave that part out for you guys to have fun with). But I- being thirsty for tragedies- twisted things a little.

Word Count: Work tomorrow. ugh! Sundays always make me feel lonely. So lonely. I need a hug.

MASTERLIST in bio, love. Tags are open

credits to @russian-hiddlestoner for the picture

It was a journey. Through a tunnel, maybe? Or something deeper in the ground. Well, that's what it felt like. Like when you travelled in a train and passed a junction, or where the tracks met, maybe even a tunnel there! That was how you were feeling. Or rather, your conscience was feeling? Or should we call it your soul?

Let's just skip to the part where you felt it all and woke up.

...

WAKE UP!

A loud gasp rose from your lungs as your eyes threw themselves wide open.

"There you are," you heard the dark honey voice of the devil himself from somewhere around- hopefully he isn't still inside you, "I was worried about you."

By the layers in Loki's voice, you could clearly tell how he was mocking you but your brain was on too much of a spin to even consider registering that idea right now.

"Ughh," you responded, trying to get up from the sofa. "What happeuuh-" you barely stood straight before feeling yourself falling down again if not for Loki breaking your fall, catching you in his slender but surprisingly strong arms.

"Woah! Now, now. We haven't even had proper drinks yet."

You took the support of his arms- which were eerily stone-like under all that expensive fabric that he was wearing- and scrunched your nose as you stood up, this time slowly. "We had freaking Jagër didn't we?"

"And that's got you so blurry already," he announced, sitting down, and took you by your shoulder with him, causing you to look at him with a bit of a diluted and confused rage, "we really need to work on your drinking capacity."

You don't know who you shared a look with- God, an angel or any entity that was invisible right now- but you were certain of the age-old fact that the devil was not a good influence on you.

"That's the only way I get that thing out of your system."

Now hold on. What was that?

"What? What thing?"

Hmm...maybe not as bad an influence?

"That thing inside you make you all-" he flayed his hands like an English noble while scrunching his nose just a bit- "so depressing and boring."

Your neck hurt having to turn to look at him but your ego was taking none of it. "Excuse me?"

But did he show any empathy for you? Unless that devilish smirk- that was meant kill thousands of weak-hearted earthly creatures when gazed upon- was his way of showing you how he felt for you, he clearly wasn't anywhere close to 'e'.

Oh, what am I even expecting! And from whom?!

Loki turned to you and relaxed into the sofa, his back being supported by the arms of your comfortable furniture.

"So, humans don't count being saved by the devil from a demon empathy?"

The broken harp inside you made the worst possible sound any instrument could.

"Please stop doing that," you begged, turning away from his face, heat radiating from your cheeks from the embarrassment.

"Why?"

"Those are my private thoughts," you tried to stress but your voice broke.

Loki got up and leaned a little closer to you, making you shift a bit to the other side- never stopping him from leaning closer. "Oh but I like hearing how irresistible you find my form," he nearly moans into your ear.

Holy Buddha! Lord of mercy!

"Aw," he pretended to groan- quite seductively though- in your ears, "don't take his name," whispering while moving your stray strands of hair away from your face, "he always kills my party mood by giving me his eerie smile and asking me how I'm doing. Like he cares."

He nearly spat out the last sentence and you sat there with raised brows, wondering what choice had you made that brought you straight in the arms of the devil while he narrated his dislike for Buddha.

"It was a Wednesday and you had your exams that week," Loki began, still playing with your hair.

"No, stop!" You shifted to the other end of the couch, raising your leg over the sofa to block his body, "stop telling me what I chose wrong. Stop telling me how excessively great Buddha is and definitely stop reading my thoughts."

The rims of Loki's eyes light up in a fiery-green glow, looking at you with a tilted curiousness. "Are you ordering me, darling?"

Great. Now he brings his powers in play.

"I am requesting you," you stress, folding your hands in front of him, "this is really uncomfortable and my head hurts and...wait." The tone of your voice changed, so did that pleasing colour in your eyes that Loki was loving till you dropped it wear a hint of confused blue before turning into a suspicious grey. "What exactly did you do inside me?"

"Woah," Loki raised his brow, "I didn't know you were into those kind of...kinks."

You looked like a sad confused potato till it dawned on you how of context the devil was taking your words.

"Seriously? I am dying here from this unending pain and all you can think of is sex jokes," you nearly shout with whatever energy you have left inside you.

Loki flicked his finger and within seconds there were vines coming out of the floor, wrapping around your limbs like snakes ready to devour you whole. "Stop," you said with a hint of rage but the vines only grew tighter, beginning to dig into your skin. "Loki, please," you begged this time, watching them force your hands behind your back.

"Loki," you cried softly with just the right amount of fear burning in your eyes. Exactly what Loki wanted.

And so, he finally shifted, fixing his arms around you as his hovering figure came to a stop above you, blazing eyes looking at you with the intensity of burning everything between your skin and his.

"Do not forget, pet," he cooed, too close to you, "that I am the one who holds the chains to your life. And if I want, I can yank them as hard as I please because in the end, your cries will only deliver me pleasure."

You should have been afraid. You should have been shivering in fear and panic; your heart should have been pounding for watching death right in the eyes. But this scorching sensation that you felt inside you did not seem fear like. The shiver was definitely not because of panic or your nerves feeling this unhinged tide. And all you could do was look at him while blinking with visible stupidity, gulping down something to moisten your dry throat while Loki's eyes seemed to shift.

"See?" He nearly sang, "Now that's the colour I love to see." He inhaled your essence in, moaning as he felt it register inside him, making you question his senses- and for this one very discreet almost 'invisible in the darkness of the moonless night' reason, made you question yours. "Smells like the right amount of fear," he chuckled, "with a hint of something I can't really put my finger on."

Her kink of being tied up and aroused by you! Your insides shouted.

Shut up! Shut up!

"Hm," Loki looked at you with fresh eagerness, nearly killing you with the intensity of embarrassment about to explode inside your head, "I have to say you seem interesting to play with without your thoughts too. So, I'll keep this thing off till as long as I like."

He finally got up and away. You were relieved.

Danggit, your inner voice didn't seem, though, I thought he'll finally kiss you without context!

Awesome, you hit back at her, just the person I want you to be rooting for!

You know if she had a physical form, she would be rolling her eyes at you now because both of you knew you had felt something glow inside your chest- and heat up inside your legs- at the mention of being at his mercy.

Shaking your head, you tried to bring yourself to reality.

No, I am better than this. I have to be.

"So," Loki chugged a glass of your Jager, "what do you want to do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm not going to wait for you to decide on getting drunk and all that because I know the moment you hit the limit you will be crying your eyes out and I am not in the mood to ruin my suit for pent up tears tonight," he declared, letting his hands show you the piece of work layering his body, "more critical tears of underpaid labourers and cattle have gone into the making of this."

You shared that look again, with no one, in particular, being done with the devil for the night and yet knowing that there were still so many more hours to go.

"Fine," you got up, realising the vines had long since vanished, leaving barely any scars on your wrists and ankles, "we can go somewhere then? Uhh...someplace you'd like to visit? There's a pizza place here that's open at this time of the night."

You went on and on while Loki's concern for you modified into a chuckle transforming into laughter. "Oh, you poor human. You are about to die in five days and you are still worried about the things I want to see? Honestly, woman, who died and made you the queen of ethics? Wait, is there a course for such things now?"

He wasn't wrong. Because he admitted it right now, it all started to seem more real. You were going to die in five days. He was going to take your soul to hell and God knows do what all with it. Peter's disappearance and your state then had created such a perfect picture for it to make sense but now...

"Are you having second thoughts, darling?"

His words broke you out of this nauseating spell that you cast upon yourself and you found yourself standing in the kitchenette with your shot glass in your hand looking down at the floor where broken glass lay in a puddle of water along with one of your ceramic angels. You picked up the ceramic figurine to look at, a familiar old ache replacing whatever little glow had risen inside your chest.

The angel seemed to be looking at you, begging you not to do this.

"Yes," you finally declared, throwing the figurine in the bin, "I'm sure."

.

The angel on the watch sat by the lake on the lone bench, going through his device, looking at various statistics while someone hummed in the back somewhere, going about its own business.

"And another one and another one and another bites the dust..."

The humming was not as serene for the angel at work as he wanted it to be, but he was trying to get through it somehow. It was a really special person after all. One couldn't just tell him to stop humming.

"Would you stop humming," the angel announced, "I am trying to work here, Peter!"

Everything went silent, letting the angle heave a sigh of relief and go back to his tablet.

The tree behind him rustled before Peter popped out of it upside down. "Whatcha dooooooin', Happy?"

"Tryna' work."

"Can I help?"

"You've helped us already."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did. No go cuddle spiders...or something."

"Well, technically our friend did. You know, that woman who goes by the name-"

"Peter I just want a few moments of silence to track down what exactly does Tony want from that stupid-"

"Bad word."

"Excuse me?"

"You said stupid, put some of your essences in the swear jar."

"Yeah, right. That's not gonna happen. Now please just shut u-"

"Oh shoot! Happy-"

"Aha! Now you take out your essence young man and put them in the swear-"

"No, Happy, look!"

The angel followed Peter's gaze to the lake as he watched a figure soaking in it coming out with scars and wounds being healed by the water. The figure- a man, apparently- was heaving for breaths, his glass eyes searching for someone, anyone.

"Hello!" he shouted, the tiredness in his voice abruptly changing his pitch. "Is there anybody there?!"

"Should we let him in?" Peter asked in a whisper.

"Hello! Mr Stark?" he shouted again, catching Happy and Peter's hundred per cent attention, "it's me, Scott. Can you please let me in? There is some very very important news I have to share with you."

Happy turned to his device to open the gate of mirage.

The man, still tired as he was, lit up on seeing Peter and Happy standing in front of him.

"Oh! Thank God!" he almost cried, putting all his energy in his legs to walk towards, "thank you! Thank you so much! I need to s-speak to Tony Stark."

"Identification please," Happy announced, earning a confused stare from Peter.

"Happy, he can barely walk."

"I don't care. Whoever has to meet Tony has to go through me."

"But Happy!"

"It's okay," the man smiled at Peter, still breathing heavily, "it's okay."

"My name is Scott. Scott Lang. I'm Y/N's guardian angel," he declared before falling on the ground and losing all consciousness.

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[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara Yamada’s Hero Academia Season 1 Episode 7 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Hi there! I got this one done practically in a day, I was so happy to write it! This fight is one of the earliest instances of adrenaline-rushing action in the show and I love it. Unfortunately, from where Takara is, she can’t hear anything, so I just have to write it the way the episode plays out. 

Anyway, Here is the masterlist, as usual, in case someone just sees this chapter and wants to read the previous chapters.

I’m tagging @dailyojiromashirao and hoping they like the fight scene as much as I liked writing it, and @elite-guard-hardygal because they always really like my chapters and are a huge help in making sure I have everything planned out realistically and fangirling with me about upcoming arcs and moments in the show. And I want to give a shout out to @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 because I saw their likes on every one of my chapters so far, spanning out over the day. You go, Fandoms! That was awesome and I’m glad you’re interested! XD

Anyway, hope you all like this chapter!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

I try not to drag my feet as All Might leads us to the monitoring room. I’d wanted to try to boost Izuku’s confidence, but we were told to go to watch, and I can’t really argue with my uncle, so…

Here I am. The ‘villains’ had five minutes to set themselves up before the ‘heroes’ were set loose. I swallow. This would not end well, I could tell.

The worst part was that I couldn’t hear anything. From what I could tell, Izuku and Ochaco are studying a map of the building in silence and Tenya and Katsuki are searching for the weapon, Katsuki looking pissed and Tenya looking thoughtful, probably planing what they’d do as the ‘villains’ in this training. I really wish there was audio. It’d prove more helpful for grading, right? Toshin-Oji has an earpiece I noticed him putting in, but still. The class would go better if we could all hear, wouldn’t it? “You okay?” The question catches me off-guard. “You’re practically shrunk into yourself.” It was the boy with the tail, Mashirao. He was looking at me with concern. I straighten, smiling nervously.

“I just don’t think this will go well. Izuku and Katsuki don’t seem to have a good relationship. I noticed they had the same school uniform when Izuku and I involved ourselves in that sludge villain situation, and they seem to know each other enough to have a nickname or an insult they use instead of their names, but...Katsuki hates Izuku for some reason. Especially since Izuku’s ball throw.” I pointed out who I meant on the screen since most people don’t use first names this soon after meeting people. I only did it as a friendly gesture, but most people don’t. Mashirao nods.

“I forgot you were involved with that. I noticed the animosity, too, though. I just hope Bakugo can remember this is only a training game.” I bite my lip.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Alright, let’s begin the indoor combat training!” All Might exclaims. “Team A and Team D, your time starts now!” Instantly, the heroes were on the move, climbing the fire escape to get in unnoticed on the second floor. Smart. “Pay attention, kids.” All Might continues. “Think about what you would do.” I tilt my head, thinking. I’d probably try to find the villains using the Earth Quirk, but it wouldn’t provide the best or most reliable information, cus earth isn’t really what the building’s made of. It makes things blurry, but I could at least get a ballpark range to go on before moving.

Izuku and Ochaco move through the floor as quietly as possible, Izuku leading and scanning around corners before moving. Good plan. There are tons of blind spots indoors. An ambush was totally possible indoors.

...And apparently something Katsuki would do! He leaps out around a corner and Izuku barely has time to grab Ochaco and dodge an explosion. As the smoke clears, everyone in the monitoring room is stunned. “A sneak attack, Bakugo?!” Eijiro growls, pounding his fists together angrily as though Katsuki could hear him. “What kinda man pulls cheap crap like that?!” I shug, but Toshin-Oji beats me to replying.

“It’s a viable strategy.” He says. “It’s playing the part; acting like a true villain would.”

“It didn’t work.” Mina points out excitedly. “Midoriya dodged him!” Izuku was half-standing now, positioned protectively in front of Ochaco. However, he’s shaking in terror as he gets into a fighting position, telling Katsuki something.

Probably something to the effect of ‘I’m not backing down and you can’t make me’ or something.

“Look, there he goes!” the boy with a black streak in his blonde hair cries. I look and see Katsuki racing toward Izuku, yelling by the looks of it, drawing his fist back to attack. I gulp. Can Izuku keep dodging? Or will Katsuki get a hit in?

Whoa! Izuku caught Katsuki’s grenade-looking gauntlet?! Izuku then pivots and throws Katsuki over his shoulder, slamming him as hard as possible onto the ground. A round of shocked gasps ring the group. “Yeah! Go Izuku go!” I cheer. Eijiro smiles.

“That was pretty hardcore. Standing and fighting even though you’re scared is pretty manly.” I nod.

“And heroic.” I add. Katsuki is roaring at Izuku, creating tiny threatening explosions in his palms as he yells.

But, before Katsuki can go anything, he taps his ear and growls while looking down like someone does when talking on the phone.

Do Katsuki and Tenya have an earpiece, as well? Looks like it, given that Tenya has his hand over his ear, as well. Then gets pissed all of a sudden as Katsuki turns back to Izuku. “Hey, who’s Bakugo talking to?” Eijiro asks. “I’m not hearing anything. Can we get any sound with this video?” All Might turns to Eijiro.

“He’s got a radio in his ear so he can talk to his partner. I gave it to him before the match started, along with a map of the building. Also, this.” He holds up a small roll of white tape. “A roll of ‘capture tape’.” He explains. “Wrapping this around your opponent means you’ve apprehended them and they’re out for the rest of the game.” Mina tilts her head.

“Wait, so there’s a fifteen minute time limit, and the heroes have no idea what floor the nuclear weapon is hidden on, right?”

“Correct.” Toshin-Oji replies.

“Then the heroes are clearly at a disadvantage here. A big one.” She points out. I have to agree with her, but...at the same time, there’s situations like this virtually everyday. Heroes have to gather information and react quickly in unknown territory and against unknown assailants. Part of being a hero is deducing and acting on those deductions very quickly. Toshin-Oji smiles at her.

“Real pros have to outwit villains on a day-to-day basis.” He counters. “That’s life; even when the odds aren’t in our favor, we fight!” I raise a fist.

“Yeah!”

“All together now!” All Might calls and I know what he’s about to say and join in the group in crying out ‘That’s going Plus Ultra!’

“Monsieur, he’s on the move.” Another blonde boy with a suit of armor and red sunglass-type things on his face points out. Katsuki was the one on the move, leaping at Izuku and kicking at him. Izuku manages to block the kick with his forearm, yelling something and Ochaco leaves. Izuku then moves and I see the capture tape wrapped around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki then punches at Izuku again, powering it with an explosion. Izuku seems to have planned for that somehow and dodges again.

“Whoa, this guy’s really good.” A brown-haired boy with a tan suit on muses. The kid beside him, wearing a tape-dispenser themed suit, by the look of it, nods.

“Yeah! He’s holding his own and he hasn’t even used his Quirk yet!” Izuku then decides to run as Katsuki prepares to launch at Izuku again. Katsuki seems surprised, yelling and chasing after him. I scoff.

“Bad choice, Katsuki.” I muse. “He’s forgotten all about Ochaco, which leaves Tenya to handle her.”

“Yes, but young Iida seems to be handing things fine on his own.” Toshin-Oji points out. Curious, I look over to the camera where the weapon is and flinch. Toshin-Oji was right.

Tenya’s moving everything that Ochacho could use to float and attack with. Danggit! I mean, really smart move, anticipating his opponent’s strategy similar to what Izuku’s doing with Katsuki, but I can’t help rooting for Ochaco. She’s a nice girl and I’d hate to see her upset. I then look back and see Katsuki getting increasingly pissed, those small explosions in his palms flashing again.

“That guy has some serious anger issues. Kinda scary…” The black-streaked blonde boy murmurs, a touch of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. He thinks he’s the top and that everyone’s out to get him.” I add. “He’s pissed at anything that even might hint at challenging his inflated ego. And with Izuku starting to fight back, that’s adding fire to Katsuki’s rage.”

“Very insightful, young Yamada.” All Might muses, giving me a thumbs up. I grin and nod back. I wasn’t mad he was using my last name; I didn’t need the attention All Might using my first name might generate.

I tear my eyes away from Katsuki’s pursuit and Izuku’s evasion to see that Ochaco has arrived at the weapon room. Tenya looks deep in thought again. I wonder if he’s saying something. With that helmet on, I can’t tell. Suddenly, Ochaco laughs and Tenya turns, pointing at her. She flinches.

“Well, that was weird. I wonder why Ochaco laughed?” I ponder aloud.

“Tenya tends to take things too seriously.” The green-haired girl replies. “He’s probably doing the same here and Ochaco found that funny somehow.” I nod.

“That’s probably it.” I muse. Tenya gestures to the empty room, probably overdramatically rambling about his advantage, now that he was a ‘villain’. Suddenly, a flash on a lower screen distracts me. I look down and gasp.

Katsuki’s found Izuku, and is just standing there. “Wait...his gauntlet flashed.” I point out. “What does that mean?” I ask rhetorically. Izuku looks confused, too, as Katsuki talks, for the first time not looking like he’s yelling. Katsuki extends his arm, smirking confidently and Izuku flinches. Katsuki then cocks the arm of the grenade back, revealing a pin. My eyes go wide. Suddenly, I realize what’s happening. I’ve been wondered how the explosions worked, and figured it must have to do with something in his body, like sweat. So...if he wears those gauntlets...theoretically, they could store his sweat and- -“Stop the fight!” I exclaim. “Katsuki’s gonna level the whole floor!”

“What do you mean?” Eijiro asks. “How do you know?” Panicking, I gesture to the gauntlet.

“I was thinking about how Katsuki’s Quirk works. And I think those gauntlets store whatever fuels those explosions! Those gauntlets are literal grenades!” All Might nods, but doesn’t say anything. “Please, All Might! Stop this right now before someone gets hurt!” I cry as Katsuki grips the pin.

“Young Bakugo, don’t do it!” Toshin-Oji suddenly roars. “You’ll kill him!” I feel my heart skip as Bakugo continues pulling the pin, yelling something in reply. I cry out in shock as Izuku is blasted back down the hall and into a room, the hall decimated.

“Izuku!” I scream. This was insane! “All Might, stop the fight! Katsuki isn’t going to stop if you don’t make him!” All Might just stands there! What is he doing?!

“This is nuts!” Eijiro exclaims as the ground shakes with the force of the blast. I search every screen desperately for Izuku, but can’t see him through the smoke.

“Come in! Come in, Midoriya!” All Might cries, searching the screens, too. As I look, I see Ochaco taking advantage of Tenya’s confusion to try to grab the weapon, using her Quirk on herself. However, Tenya reacts quickly and moves the weapon to the other side of the room. I then look for Izuku again and see him cowering on the ground with some relatively minor burns, all things considered, as Katsuki emerges from the smoke like a predator who has his prey right where he wants him. Izuku taps his ear and seems to ask Ochaco a question, probably asking her status. Katsuki flinches, eye twitching in irritation at being ignored.

Good. Maybe if he’s blinded by anger, Izuku can capture him and help Ochaco. “Sir, isn’t this getting out of hand?” Eijiro asks, pointing to the wrecked hall and Katsuki’s intimidating figure. “That Bakuo’s acting real crazy!”

“Yeah.” I agree. “You should stop the fight before Izuku gets killed!” All Might doesn’t react, eyes glued to the rivals who were preparing to fight.

“Bakugo’s gonna kill him!” Eijiro presses worriedly, watching Katsuki’s eyes go wild with rage.

“Not so.” All Might says after a second. I flinch.

“What are you talking about?!” I exclaim, forgetting momentarily that he was my teacher, not my kind-of uncle. “Katsuki is after blood! Specifically Izuku’s!” All Might shakes his head.

“Bakugo’s posturing fiercely, but he doesn’t intend to kill young Midoriya.” He explains.

“How do you know that?” I ask, but All Might raises his microphone.

“Bakugo, use that stored up power again, and I’ll stop this fight; your team will lose.” He warns sternly. Katsuki’s eye twitches and he looks madder than ever. “To employ such a strong attack indoors is to invite the destruction of the stronghold you’re supposed to be protecting. That’s a poor strategy!” He scolds. “Whether you’re a hero or a villain! The penalty will be a massive loss of points.” Katsuki releases a huge scream and races toward Izuku, leaping up to attack from above. At least he’s only allowed hand-to-hand now. Izuku might have a chance. However, Katsuki changes course mid-air with an explosion and blasts Izuku’s back. I hiss in sympathy. That had to hurt!

“What was that move?!” Eijiro growls, watching as Izuku stumbled, eyes scrunched in pain, back raw and steaming from the blast.

“He doesn’t come off as a guy with a strategy,” A boy with white hair, half covered in ice and wearing a white jumpsuit points out, eyes narrowed in thought. “but he’s actually quite intelligent.” I frown. I hated to admit, even to myself, but...that guy had a point. That move took skill and practice.

Just how long has Katsuki been preparing to beat the shit outta people?!

“What’re you talking about?” Eijiro asks. I tilt my head, arms crossed.

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Mid-air course changes are tricky to calculate.”

“Precisely.” Momo joins in. “He had to calculate the physics and demonstrate complete control over his Quirk. It requires an extreme amount of precision.” The ice-boy nods.

“He changed his trajectory mid-air using a blast that doubled as a smoke screen.” I gulp.

“That Katsuki really goes all out, huh?” I mumble, drawing out a small chocolate and unwrapping it before popping it in my mouth. I wanted to keep my blood sugar up for my fight, whenever that will be.

“Yeah, and he’s uber talented, to boot.” The blonde kid with the black streak adds, groaning. “I hate it.” I shrug.

“It is what it is.” I reply around the half-melted chocolate. “No sense getting bent out of shape about it.” I then gasp in shock as Katsuki smashes his right arm into Izuku’s burnt back. Izuku screams in agony as Katsuki then grabs Izuku’s arm and performing the same move Izuku had used, but powered by an explosion. I put my hand over my mouth as Izuku bounces a little off the floor with the force he’d been slammed with. Dear god, how long is this gonna go on before All Might stops this?! Katsuki is testing the boundaries. If Toshin-Oji doesn’t establish them soon, Izuku is literally toast.

“This is hard to watch.” Mina moans, biting her lip. “All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not kill him!” I nod, swallowing.

“Y-yeah...All Might, you should put a stop to this. Katsuki won’t stop attacking until you do.” I point out. “Please.” He doesn’t turn, eyes riveted to the fight.

“That Bakugo is certainly acting like a villain.” I turn to see a boy with a crow’s head glaring at the screen as he speaks.

“I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched in terms of combat power.” It’s the black-streaked-blonde kid again. I frown.

“Not really.” I reply, shaking my head and sighing. “Think about it; Izuku’s Quirk damages his body, so Izuku can’t use it very flippantly, like Katsuki seems to be doing. Izuku has to make every shot count cus there’s a steep price for every one.” I nod toward the screen. “When Izuku does use his Quirk, he’ll win, but it won’t be pretty.” The boy shrugs.

“Well, Bakugo still seems like a natural at all this stuff. Midoriya might not even get a chance to use his Quirk.” I gulp. 

“Let’s hope Izuku thinks of something. And fast.” I mumble, biting my lip. Izuku manages to get away, practically crawling after Katsuki’s onslaught. “Get out of there til you think of something.” I urge him, even though Izuku can’t hear me.

“He’s running away?” Mina asks.

“Not very manly, but he doesn’t have a choice.” Eijiro points out. “He’s outgunned, unless he’s got some kind of plan.” I nod.

“Knowing Izuku, he definitely has a plan. Or, at least, the beginnings of one…” Izuku goes to a window and braces as Katsuki stomps toward him. I swallow. Izuku ducks his head, probably telling Katsuki something before glaring up at his oppressor. I really wish there was some audio to this...ugh.

Suddenly, the boys rush each other, that strange glow from the ball throw back in Izuku’s arm and Katsuki’s hand prepping for a blast.

“What’re they doing?!” I screech. “Izuku, no!”

“They’re gonna kill each other!” Eijiro exclaims worriedly. “Sir!”

“You have to stop the fight!” I add. “What are you waiting for?!” All Might hesitates. “Sensei!” I bark.

“Both of you, stop!” He roars, but neither do, then All Might’s eyes suddenly snap to the camera with Ochaco and Tenya. Ochaco grabs a pillar, eyes hard in determination. Izuku’s arm then shifts to punch straight up instead of attacking, meaning only his other arm was protecting him from burning alive!

“Izuku!” I scream again, but I can’t look away. Suddenly, as the building trembles and splinters at Izuku’s raw power, I realize what Izuku’s plan was; break the building to give Oachaco something to attack Tenya with in order to retrieve the weapon. She succeeds and the heroes win. Katsuki glares up at the hole in the ceiling, screaming something at Izuku, who responds, wobbling on his feet before falling over. Whatever Izuku said had shaken Katsuki, who stands there, trembling and staring at nothing.

“You...you did it.” All Might breathes into the mic moments later. He then regains his composure. “The hero team...wins!” I gulp. Izuku was passed out on the ground and Ochaco looked ready to hurl.

Yeah...they won, but...was it worth the cost? Victory at this steep a price...almost isn’t worth having.

“What a weird way for this to end.” The blonde who’d been the most vocal muses, frowning. “The losers are practically untouched, but the winners are both on the ground.” I gulp. All Might took our distraction at the conclusion to the fight to slip out.

“I guess victory doesn’t always come easy, but this is ridiculous!” I snap, getting angry at All Might for not preventing Katsuki going as far as he had and at Katsuki for being too wrapped up in his anger at Izuku to hold back for the sake of their training. However, I have to bite my tongue. This wasn’t the place for me to express my anger at my uncle without raising suspicions.

“Yes. But, how does that old saying go? ‘They may have lost the battle, but they won the war’.” The boy with the bird head muses, eyes closed grimly.

“This class is intense.” The green-haired girl moans, eyes wide. I growl.

“It shouldn’t be. This is a training exercise. A damn game!” I decide to make it sound like I was only mad at Katsuki. “But no! Katsuki had to go too far and lose sight of that fact!”

“Whoa, Yamada, cool it.” The verbal blonde says, eyeing me worriedly.

“Don’t.” I reply tersely, then take a deep breath. I didn’t need to make enemies today. “Sorry. The name’s Takara, please, and Katsuki just hurt my friend. I can’t ‘cool it’ right now.” The boy chuckles.

“Okay, then. My name’s Kaminari, but I guess you can call me Denki, since you want me to use your first name.” Denki then winks at me. I smirk.

“Whatever you say, Kaminari.” I tease, feeling a little better. Denki flinches like I’d hit him.

“Aw, c’mon!” I then wink at him and chuckle before walking away to stand by the boxes for drawing lots for the next two teams. All Might approaches soon with Katsuki sulking in after him. A minute later, Ochaco and Tenya line up beside Katsuki, facing the class. Seeing the guy who hurt my friend right in front of me made something in me snap.

“Oi! Katsuki!” I growl, stalking over to him. “What the hell were you thinking?!” I snap, shoving him. “You could have killed Izuku, you know that?! You weren’t a hero out there! You were literally a villain! A spoiled brat who can’t accept a challenge! You need to get a grip or so help me, you’ll be the next one in the nurse’s office!” He just...stands there, trembling. Was he...was he seriously this upset? I take a half-step back. What was going through his head?

“Back. Off.” He growls. I decide it isn’t worth pressing him, so I glare at him as I move back to pay attention to what All Might was about to say.

“Don’t throw a tantrum like that again and I won’t have to get in your face.” I call over my shoulder, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Toshin-Oji. No one seems to want to reply directly to the scene I’d caused.

Truth be told, it was stupid of me to confront Katsuki, but...it felt kinda good to vent some of that rage building inside me.

And yet...it wasn’t very satisfying, either. Katsuki hadn’t responded. He’d just told me to back off. And he was still right where I’d left him, shaking. I didn’t know what emotion was going through his head, but I knew it wasn’t good.

In a way...I kinda almost feel a bit bad for him. He seems like the kinda kid that’s grown up hearing how flashy and powerful his Quirk is, and how he’ll be an awesome hero one day, working hard to prove them right and steamrolling anyone who doubted him in his aggressive, cocky way.

But now, with Izuku previously being Quirkless (thus, probably a weakling in Katsuki’s eyes), but ‘suddenly getting a Quirk’ and then winning against Katsuki, to boot, it probably whacked the guy real hard.

I had to talk to him after class. This kid definitely had issues. A lot of them.

And Lord knows those people are the ones I can’t resist at least attempting to help.

Let’s just hope I make it out alive.

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The Haunted Manse

The Haunted Manse Part 1: The Ordinary Home

Chapter 3

Of course, to Wren's luck, she was unable to test her theory that a murderous captain pirate was haunting Floral Estates. Instead, as soon as she had arrived, Dale informed her of the new plan to assign her to watching the parking lot. He let it slip that it was really more of like Jeff telling Dale to 'let the newbie work the new job' or something along that vein. Either way, she sat in her van, her arms crossed as she sulked. Right outside her windshield, she watched the small crowd, mainly park employees and their invited friends, start to gather for the ghost tour.

"You know what, fine," she started after a long moment of silence. Foxy, who sat hunched over in the back, turned to look at her. "Let Jeff get chased by the bloody ghost. I don't care. In fact, it would serve him right for mocking me like he did yesterday." 

Suddenly, she heard a tap on her window. Wern turned to look, expecting to see Dale's broomstick mustache and aviator glasses. Instead she was met with an angry, skeletal-like visage, startling Wren so bad, she jumped in her seat. "Holy shh-! You!" she took a pause to roll the window down and continued, "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking the same. Pardon me, but pray tell, what is the meaning of-of this?" Eugene gestured to the people. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No sir, it's a ghost tour," Wren replied, raising an eyebrow, "Perhaps you're familiar with them?”

The butler looked slightly appalled. "Here? In a cemetery? Pardon me for speaking out of turn, but that seems to be quite sacrilegious to the souls resting here."

"Ah-ha! so you do admit that there's ghosts haunting here?" Wren cheekily countered, leaning out of the van window to swoop her fist up. The man huffed and pulled down his newsboy hat down to shadow his eyes.

"I've already told you, young miss, that there is no such thing as ghosts. I see this as unnecessary disrespect for the families that do not wish to see their loved ones used as a cheap . . . tour spectacle."

Wren nodded nonchalantly as she propped her cheek up with her hand. "Uh-huh. . . Then you're going to tell me that pirates looking for treasure at your mansion don't exist either, aren't you?" There was an uncomfortably long silence from the butler. "H-hey now, I'm just joking, man-" she lied, trying to change the subject. "Look, I'm just here to watch these cars and make sure everyone behaves while they are on the tour. If you want to issue a complaint, you're going to have to do that when the office opens tomorrow."

"It's Davis, young miss. Not 'man', not 'dude', and most certainly not 'bro'," he enunciated. "In any case, we both are aware that this company is selfish so it does not matter what words I give to them. They will continue this blasphemy until it no longer becomes popular."

"Which may be like a year or so. I wouldn't worry too much, Mr Davis," Wren tried to assure him.

He could only frown in return. "I . . . do hope you are correct. . . I know I've been inconveniencing you, so I want to thank you for taking the time to listen and answer my questions."

"Not a problem, sir." Glancing at the crowd, the security guard suggested, "If you're not too busy, maybe you could join in and see what nonsense stories they tell about Canson Cemetery?"

"I'm afraid it is not possible, after all I still have that sudden increase in trespassers going onto the lawn to try to record our home for their . . . 'ViewUs' videos."

"Uh. . . . it's actually 'UView'," she corrected.

Davis didn't look amused. "Whatever it is," he hissed through his teeth, his annoyance though more directed at the concept of UView than Wren, "It's becoming a thorn to our side. . . Young miss-" he leaned a little closer to her, taking a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure the other guests were not trying to come over to eavesdrop on what he had to say," -I implore you. Stay away from the mansion. I don't know what you are trying to accomplish in doing so, but the mansion is no place for a young woman like you to be getting into. You look like a respectable lady and I would . . . hate if something ill befell on you." 

Before Wren could speak, the butler quickly turned away from the van, grabbing the loose end of his fluttering scarf and tossed it over his shoulder. "Have a good evening, young miss." And he walked out of view into the darkening street.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Asides the random visit by that butler, the rest of the night remained uneventful. Wren made sure to open and then close the gate once the tour was over and the visitors left. Dale drove by to check on her and before she knew it, it was starting to become dawn. However, the words that the butler told her still plagued her mind.

What did he mean by 'something ill would befell on her'? Was he actually making a threat that he himself would try to hurt her if she dared learn too much? That couldn't be, Dale even said that although he does chase the unruly boys out of the mansion's lawn with a shovel, Mr. Davis hadn't quite made the news yet with actually assaulting anybody. Unless, if the pirate story is true, then maybe he meant it as a genuine warning to stay away from the danger? 

After that close encounter with the literal killer robots at the pizzeria, she could see why he would be concern. Foxy had barely helped her and Mike escape by fighting off the animatronics at the cost of his old body being torn apart. Nobody believed in the killer animatronics, why would they believe in a killer pirate ghost?

The security guard yawned loudly as she got out of the van and stretched. "Well, Foxy-Loxy," she yawned, "I don't know about you, but I think we're getting too awfully close to figuring out this nonsense to the mansion. Not that you care about it, of course." 

The pirate fox looked over tilting his head to the side as if he wasn't so sure how to answer that question. Truthfully, he too was curious about why that butler was extremely overprotective of that manor, but at the same time he had a bad feeling radiating in his soul that perhaps they should give up the obsession with the strange house. 

"I mean, we are going to be working here for a while, so I don't think it's too bad of an idea to know what exactly it is we are dealing with. Especially if a ghost from there decides to suddenly show up in the parking lot," she tried to reasoned while assisting Foxy out of the van and into her car. "I mean, Hell, if we could be friends with the ghost, that would be even better."

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Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!

She wasn't sure how long she was asleep for, but it mustn't have been for that long because the morning sunlight still shone through the slits of her curtains. Wren groaned and rolled over as she heard Foxy knocking loudly on her nightstand for her to wake up. "Foxy, let me sleep 10 more minutes," she mumbled, "I didn't even sleep that well yesterday." Foxy huffed as his brows furrowed. He knocked even louder on the wooden nightstand, making sure his steel knuckles contacted the table.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Foxy, I showed you how to open the door for Skye, now get lost!"

The animatronic frowned severely, pulling his ears down and his tail flopped on the floor as he thought for a moment. He stalked over to the window curtains and hooked one side of the blinds. He then closed his eye and almost violently ripped the plastic curtains to the side, allowing an ungodly amount of bright sunlight into the room. It practically drowned Wren in a torrent of light as she flinched.

"Foxy!" she groaned, grabbing a pillow and pulling it over her face in an attempt to shield her eyes from the sunlight. Foxy facepalmed seeing that his second attempt at getting her out of bed failed. Finally he turned away and retreated back into the living room. Hearing his servos fade down the hallway, Wren eased her tensed body, believing that he gave up the battle to wake her up.

Yet, just as she was about to fall back to sleep, the sound of her TV in the living room dramatically increased in volume.

The stupid fox had found the remote again.

"Danggit, Foxy!" Wren yelled. She yanked the pillow off of her eyes and hurled it on the ground, squinting in the bright light as she reached over to get her eyeglasses from the nightstand.  Wren continued yelling over the volume while rolling out of her bed, "I'm trying to get some sleep! Stupid fox!"

First she made her way to the window and then snapped the curtains back over the glass before she stomped her way over to the bedroom door. Just as she grabbed hold of the door, the voice originating from the TV caught her attention. Wren stopped and continued to listening to the woman's voice on the TV.

"If you're just tuning in, we are here live on scene at Newport Beach Harbor. Earlier this morning that crane you see had snapped in half and dumped its cargo onto the road. I've been told that they were moving these beams for the construction of the upcoming Maritime and Space Museum-" Wren was now in the living room, staring at the TV along with Foxy. 

The reporter continued, "-Luckily, no one was hurt by the falling debris, but as you can see behind me, the roads are closed off as crews try to move the several tons of metal off the road that leads towards the harbor. City officials say it will remain close for several hours so the street can be inspected for any structural and integral damages. Also closed is the Newport Beach Historical Cemetery. Unfortunately, some graves have been damaged by the falling steel beams." 

The live shot then switched over to some "B roll" footage that the cameraman took earlier. It showed a very old and decrepit graveyard that sat on a small plot of land, no bigger than a city block. Headstones, crypts, and stone crosses were tightly intertwined between each other. The delicate yet rusting fence that surrounded the graveyard was horribly folded underneath a steel beam, unable to handle that much weight. Also laid strewn in the path of destruction was several huge chunks of weathered stone, some even laid to rest beyond the lines of yellow "caution" tape that the city workers wrapped around the cemetery.

Wren gasped loudly as the next footage lingered on one badly damaged crypt. Although the carved name was barely legible and cracked in half, Wren recognized the name on it; Bartholomew Bloodmere.

"Once the debris has been cleared, the Historical Monument Committee will look into if it will be possible to restore these historical headstones of notable sailors and pirates that have been laid to rest here. If not, they will be looking to replace the headstones with new ones and display the broken ones inside the museum-"

The animatronic finally aimed the TV remote at the television and lowered the volume back down to a respectable hearing level as the reporter had begun to wrap up the end of her story. He gazed up at Wren who was still standing beside him and staring at the TV in thought. "I'm telling you Foxy, I'm a damn jinx. This is all too much to be a coincidence to happen," she mumbled, "And on top of that, it's another pirate! No offense, Foxy."

Foxy lifted his hand up to convey that he found no 'offense' to her statement. 

"But now I'm convinced that this Captain Bloodmere dude has something to do with the sudden activities at the Cemetery. . ." She thought for a moment, rubbing her chin before she looked up at Foxy. "Wait, Eugene. . . Foxy, do you think he knows?"

The red fox animatronic rolled his eyes as he let out a huff. He then slouched his shoulders heavily as he stared at Wren with a look of annoyance, an eyebrow raised. 

"Don't give me that look, I was only wondering! But yeah, you're right, maybe he does know, but I don't think that it hurts to ask him anyways." She took the remote controller from the surprised Foxy's hand and turned the TV off, power walking away to get changed into her work clothes. "But we got work today Foxy, so I can stop by on the way to ask him." 

Nearby in the corner of the living room, a large doberman pinscher slept despite the obscenely loud volume from the TV. She was lying on her back, contorted like a pretzel and her tongue sticking slightly out from her open jaw. And she probably would have continued to sleep had she not heard Wren starting to unlock the front door. Her ear twitched and then Skye woke up, spotting her owner and Foxy trying to leave the home.

Then in a flash, the dobbie bounded up to Wren, nearly making her escape into the yard when the security opened the front gate. Yet she was faster and slammed the gate shut before Skye had the chance to run out. "No, Skye! Sit! Sit! Stay, dammit!" she commanded, trying to nudge the dog away from the door with her leg. However, the doberman pinscher firmly planted herself right by the doorframe. Skye just stared up at Wren's face with a wide grin.

Checking the time on her watch, the security guard threw her hands up in defeat and went to fetch the dog's harness and leash. As much as Wren wasn't looking forward to bringing her energetic dobbie for the ride, she had to admit, it was probably a good idea to bring at least someone along to speak to the butler. That house honestly still gives her the chills.

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Driving down Esplanade Road, Wren pulled her car over to the shoulder of the road right where Dale had parked his truck at the day before. "Foxy, you wait here," she told the animatronic crammed in the back of her car. Honestly, while the car is a perfect size for Wren and Skye, it was a mere clown car to Foxy. She should honestly invest in getting a van, but right now, he didn't look too bothered by the tight space. If anything, the pirate fox gave her a pout upon being ordered what to do. 

True, it's broad daylight and he despised being exposed to such bright lights, yet at the same time, he wasn't so sure if he should allow Wren to go by herself. OK-well, she had Skye, but she was a dog, so...

Getting out of the car, Wren made her way to the passenger side and allowed Skye to hop out of the car. Wren kept a firm grip on the dog's leash as Skye tugged on it to sniff the ground. If something vile was going on at the Mansion, Skye should have been freaking out by now, Wren observed as they both drew near the entrance. 

Wren frowned as she noticed that the butler was not there hiding in the shadow of the gate. However, she still cautiously approached the fence more, craning her head to see if she could view the manse now that the Sun was out and there was no ominous servant guarding the gate. On impulse, she reached out her hand towards one of the slightly corroding bars.

"I thought I told you to not come back here."

She jumped, yanking her hand back and glanced over to the left this time. There was Eugene, scowling at her from the otherside of the fence. Immediately, Wren noticed that he was holding something in his gloved hands; in one hand, he held a pair of gardening shears and in the other -and much to Wren's surprise- a beautiful rose in full bloom. The deep rouge petals strangely complimented the forest green suit he wore.

Wren quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I was just trying to look for you."

"Strange, I thought you were a security guard, not a telegram messenger," Eugene replied, still looking down at her.

Wren squited back at him. "Hey, easy now Mr. Davis, I'm still a security guard! I came here to tell you something-" Suddenly, upon realization of what she was saying, Wren paused. Well, shit she did became a messenger girl. She swore she saw the corner of Eugene's frown curl up slightly in a smirk.

"Go on, you can tell me what it was you were going to say, young miss. Are you here to inform me that Floral Estates finally cancelled that late night rendezvous?"

"No," she bitterly replied, " I'm here to tell you that something had happened at Newport Beach Harbor. This large crane that I guess was carrying steel beams for that museum broke right over a cemetery. I think you can guess where the debris landed." Normally, Wren would have been satisfied with delivering bad news just for the reaction on people's faces', but the look on Eugene's made her wonder if she is now starting to meddle too far into this mystery. 

He tried to keep a straight face of indifference on, but he couldn't help but frown and look off to the side in thought. He said softly, "So they foolishly went on to start their project. . . I advised against it, but it should have been expected. . ." After a moment, his focus turned back to Wren. "Young miss, why are you still looking into the house? I have kindly asked you to not inquire further about it."

"Look, now I'mma going to be straight with you; I drove by the house originally as a joke because I just barely got assigned to work at Floral Estates. You know, to help keep trespassers out?" She started to get animated, swinging her arms in emphasis. "It's not even been a week and ever since I almost crashed here, which I don't know how you saw that unless the old man told you otherwise-"

"Crump," he suddenly spoke up, "His name is Mr Crump."

The woman sighed loudly at being interrupted, but continued on. "Yeah, him. Anyways, I'm trying to work a normal job and it's really hard you know to do so when you have a ghost turning off the lights and basically mocking you from afar. And all of your coworkers look at you like you're going insane because clearly none of this stuff has happened to them! So I'm trying really hard to figure out if I had done something wrong to mess with a spirit and most of my pitiful research has pointed me to this house right there!" She stuck out an accusatory hand at the mansion sitting atop the hill.

After a slight pause, Eugene simply replied, "Have you considered pursuing other career options?"

"Mr Davis!" she cried in exasperation, unable to believe what he said, "I'm being serious here!"

"And so am I. Perhaps a career in fictional writing or acting would be a start," he countered.

"There's something in there, Mr. Davis! And I have a good feeling you're hiding something since you have not allowed anyone or anything for that matter on the property!"

"I believe it's called 'Trespassing on private property', or as the misfits call it, 'mind your business', young lady,” he sharply retorted. Eugene slightly leaned back as he continued, “Now, suppose I do allow access, do you truly believe that entering the house would solve your problems, young miss?" challenged the butler.

She furrowed her brows, "I-I don't know, would it?"

"No, it would not." he answered, glancing at the dog at Wren's side, then back up again at Wren. "If you really believe that something lurks inside the house, which I assure you there's not, then I believe it is more sensible to not enter the premises and attract more unwanted attention. Young miss, if I were you, I would leave this place and go elsewhere."

For a while, Wren stared at the butler, as if leering at him would make him change his mind. "That's fine," she finally huffed, "After all, I just came here battling through that stupid traffic because I was concern. But I see that you can handle yourself just fine against. . ." she rolled her wrist at the house, "-Whatever it is you got in there. I'll be next door obviously if you change your mind, sir."

"Hopefully that won't be the case."

"You never know, come on Skye, let's get you to the dog park." Hesitantly, the doberman wanted to get closer to the gate to sniff Eugene, but after getting her harness tugged again, Skye followed behind Wren. The security guarded was fuming so deep in thought, she failed to notice the ears on Skye perk up as the dog looked up at one of the branches that hung over the brick and iron fence from the property. 

A raven with beady red eyes watched them back. 

Skye quickly picked up the pace after Wren and obediently jumped into the car. Waiting until the heavily tinted car fully pulled away and onto the street, Eugene didn't even bothered to look up at the raven he knew was perched in the tree. "It was you who was messing with that poor girl, wasn't it?"

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about," the raven cooly replied, also watching the silver car leave.

"I've seen you leave the manor a few times before, sir. Do not think that I didn't know that it was you."

"I got bored."

"That's a bit ineloquent of you, you're supposed to be here hosting our guests, not. . . Scaring the wits out of some poor girl like a common specter," Eugene argued. "Besides, if it is true what she said-"

"Which it unfortunately is."

"-Fine, if that . . . Pirate finds out what he's capable of, I don't want her to get involved. She's a simple mortal, what could she know about the manor?"

The air around the raven gave off the impression that he was grinning mischievously. "You're right. But Eugene, be honest, do you not feel. . . A draw towards her? Like a radiating vibration?" 

"I'm not interested sir, besides, my loyalty lies with the manor."

The raven laughed. "Oh no-no-no, Eugene, not like that. What I meant was, there's a peculiar air around Miss Songbird, almost like she has seen a ghost before as well."

The butler stayed silent for a while longer with a troubled frown on his face. "It's foolish to get her involved. Don't do anything rash."

"I won't."

Eugene could hear the insincerity tone in the corvid's voice and he scowled. "I mean it, you may be the majordomo of the home, but I have the final say on the mortals." 

Unfazed by his threat, the raven merely chuckled as he flew off his perch.

#The Haunted Manse #Jen's Fanfiction #HM FanFiction #Part 1

[thesongoftheirlove]

Danggit

Well at least he's sleeping

But thank you for coming to the front dadcello- ^^

Can you make sure venti doesn't fucking die- :]

im. make sure he doesnt what-

gar ya gotta let me have this one pls </3

#[ ask! 💌 ] #[ garcello! 🚬 ] #[ venti! 🎶 ] #seabunnythatlikeshorror

[scrawlingskribbles]

I still have so many thoughts/questions about the alt!Rad-Likes-Robots dream tho, including but not limited to:

Where the heck was Boxman this whole time???? If it’s like some kind of robot-building-villain meetup/social event that the Boxmore bots have been going to for a while, why wasn’t Boxman there with them?? I’m assuming he has to know that it’s a thing that happens if Darrell/Shannon/Jethro always end up getting smashed, but like?? C’mon Boxman support your kids danggit.

Which also makes me wonder how they even found out about this whole thing in the first place then lmfao. Did the others use to go before Raymond got there? Or was it like something that happened only after he joined the family??

I love that Raymond is just. casually carrying his silbings’ smashed parts piled up in a cardboard box at the end. Taking them back to Boxmore for... what?? Spare parts?? Making sure no one else gets a hold of Boxman’s technology without paying for it first????

Which then goes back to the previous question of if the others used to go before Raymond came around (and presumably all still lost) then what happened to the parts then??

I adore---a d o r e---that they include Jethro???????? Like there’s no way he’s probably any kind of good at actual battle like that but they still let him come along & be included????

Where the HECK was Mikayla then???????? (Maybe this clashed with her human!time meetup or something? Or maybe she just doesn’t like the robot fights lol hmmm~)

Guess Ernesto isn’t a fan of it either, or he’s too busy with other work to join? He probably enjoys the rare downtime & quiet of not having the younger kids around lmao

Also: Darrell’s backpack lmao. Why did there just conveniently happen to be a random Rad-sized cloak in there?? Why did he even have it?? What else is inside there????

I needa know who Ches’s creator is so that I can thank them personally for saving my life????????????????????

#hmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrggggg #the actual episode is just going to be such a letdown by comparison now & that honestly makes me so sad ;;w;; #heheheh HC that Boxman accidentally double-booked again & had a date with Venomous & that's why he was absent #''Kids honestly I am SO SORRY I forgot that was tonight but his schedule is just so BUSY that it's so HARD to find time to--'' #''It's okay Dad really we understand'' ''okay :'/'' #OK KO #Prophecies from the Canon!Radmond Universe #(not a new prophecy but working off of an old one so I'm putting it in this tag lol) #shut up McKinley