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hotpinkboots · 7 months

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I am absolutely *starved* for foxy content, like one thing I’m obsessed with is foxy with piercings specifically, and imagine one night he’s like. Chasing you but you escape bc it’s just as the time turns over to 6 a.m., and as you catch your breath you notice one of his gold hoop earrings on the floor, and foxy’s reaction to seeing you the next night with his earring in your ear, the shock and the slow, reluctant tail-wagging he’ll deny but damn does that jewel look pretty in your ear and I hnnnnng PLS FEED ME IM A STARVING FOXY SIMP 😭

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~𝔉𝔬𝔵𝔶 x Reader Headcanons (Wearing His Earring)~

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OH MY GOSHHH FOXY WITH PIERCINGS. I LOVE YOU FOR THIS REQUEST🙏🙏🙏

HAPPY TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!

Summary: You looking pretty in Foxy's pirate booty (THAT BE TREASURE, YA KNOW) has softened his ol' sailin' heart.

~Enjoy~

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𝔉𝔬𝔵𝔶

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~He's a grumpy old pirate and cursed himself for not being fast enough to get to you.

~Didn't realize his earring fell out while he was chasing you.

~Until he saw you the next night, wearing it like it was yours in the first place.

~You considered putting it back on him, but these animatronics almost murdered you just the night before, so you decided not to get close to any of the animatronics unless you absolutely had to.

~Especially the one that was chasing you down the hall.

~He had been only a hair away from you.

~You could feel your heart racing against your ribs just recalling the horrific event that almost took place.

~Deciding to get a closer look, Foxy ran straight to your door when he got the chance, spotting the earring just for a moment before you slammed the door right on his snout.

~He was grumbling for a long time after that, and you noticed that the curtains to Pirate Cove stayed shut for awhile.

~After thinking about how Bonnie, Chica and Freddy took action, he decided he'd do the same, rather than running up to your door just to be shut out.

~Foxy made his way towards your office, and stood in the darkness for a few minutes without you noticing.

~Ahh, you were a sight to see!

~How cute you looked sitting there all focused on the security cameras, your lips pressed together with anxiety and your eyes flicking quickly over the cameras to catch any sign of movement.

~And the earring in your ear that glinted when the dim office light above caught it.

~Foxy felt his shaggy tail reluctantly swishing from side to side, his eye patch flipping up to take you in with both eyes.

~You were able to hear the robotic sounds of his tail moving.

~When you saw him standing there, though, you immediately shut the door.

~He had been standing a bit too close, and because of this, his nose had been bonked by the slamming door. He moved just in time, but also let out a string of angry mumbles.

~You had never seen Foxy just stand there like the other animatronics did. He always raced in to catch you. While this was an unnerving new strategy of his, you wondered what changed-

~Oh, yes. The earring. Perhaps he wanted it back.

~Just before you left the building, you put the earring on the party table that was closest to his stage, so he could take it back.

~But when you returned, you found the earring on your desk, instead.

~It was yours now, and if you tried again to give it back, the same thing would happen. It would end up on your desk again.

~Something told you this old fox had a bit of a soft side.

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KJDHDLGH THIS IS PRECIOUS. I believe it's the most wholesome thing I've written in a long time! I LOOOOOVE the thought of Foxy with pirate jewelry!

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eros-ghoulette · 2 months

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Welcome to my world

Ifrit has an accident at rehearsal.

Characters: Ifrit, Aether, Zephyr, Dew (for two seconds) Word count: 606

Ifrit loved rehearsal. He could basically put all his energy in playing and jumping around on the small stage they had in the Abbey. Sometimes the former ghouls joined them, just goofing around with the instruments or showing some tricks. Today was no difference, Ifrit jumped over the stage while losing himself in the music. He looked over at Zeph and a wide grin spread on his face, as he saw the other smiling back, fingers practically flying over the keys. It was a great day, Zeph woke up, feeling good, really good. They didn’t even have their cane with them, something that rarely happened.

Everything was great until he tripped over something and got sent to the ground with so much force that it pushed the air out his lungs. His left arm was twisted under him, a sharp pain in his shoulder. The others stopped playing the second they realized what had happened. Aether was the first to crouch down at his side, his gaze worried.

“Fuck…”, Ifrit groaned, his guitar still atop him as he looked up at the quint. Aether saw the misery and carefully helped him to sit up. The fireghoul winced as he moved his left arm, and the quint carefully helped with the guitar.

“Dew”, Aether said, not looking up, “I need something to stabilize his arm.”

The small ghoul looked around and decided that the jumper Mountain had left there days ago would do. In the meantime, Zephyr and the earthghoul had also approached Ifrit. Terzo went to tell Omega what happened, the quint currently having the shift in the infirmary.

“You dislocated your shoulder”, Aether told him, his hands carefully touching the damaged arm. Ifrit felt the quintessence soothing the pain a bit, though his arm felt extremely numb now.

“Then put it back in?”, he answered.

“I will, but it definitely will hurt.” Aether moved the arm slowly and Ifrit winced again.

“Can you do it fast?”, he asked, his eyes showing a bit of fear.

“I won’t do it here, ‘frit.”, the quint stood up again. “Let’s get you in the infirmary, yeah? Omega needs to numb it before I do anything.” Technically Aether could do it alone, but two quints were better than one, and he would be able to completely concentrate when the other used his quintessence.

Later that night, Ifrit was spread out on his bed. He couldn’t sleep, and it was uncomfortable to wear the sling, but Omega gave him the strict instruction not to move his arm too much and to wear the sling for at least three nights. He sighed and looked over at Zepyhr, who was scrolling through their phone. They gave him a pitiful look and put their phone down, turning to face him.

“Welcome to my world”, they joked and earned an apologetic grunt.

“Sorry, Zeph… I shouldn’t whine…”, Ifrit mumbles then, genuinely feeling a bit bad for whining while the airghoul was in pain so often. “You got it wors-”

“No”, they shook their head. “Don’t you dare to end that sentence. Pain is pain.” Zephyr gave him a serious look and their tale brushed over his tummy and side. “Chronic or not, you are in pain, ‘frit. And that’s what matters.”

He couldn’t deny it, and he knew that he smelled like it all over. It was a constant burn, just enough to be annoying and to occupy his mind for the past hours.

“C’mere”, Zephyr says then, a cheeky grin on their face. They bonk their horns together and kiss him softly on the lips. One of their hands brushing through his hair. ____________________________________

This is so bad written💀 But i needed hurt Ifrit and that's what my mind came up with. And Zeph is right! Pain is pain! Also, i couldn't find a matching GIF for this 😭

#zephyr ghoul #ifrit ghoul #aether ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ifrit x zephyr #them. just them #eros writing

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creachureboy · 9 months

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5 Moments with Scout (scout x reader)

Collection of moments between you and our beloved scooter <3

Can flip

You and him were alone, trying to pass time together.

You sat at a table with him standing beside you, repeatedly flipping a can of Bonk onto the table.

Or, trying.

He tried, and it landed on its side.

He tried again, almost got it, but it tipped over.

After several attempts and even more exclamations along the lines of "come on" and "so close!", the can finally landed upright.

You and Jeremy turned to each other excitedly, and he practically lifted you off your seat in a hug.

He tried to act cool after that, insisting it wasn't hard, and decided to top off his act by leaning his hip against the table and popping the can open.

And then it exploded in his face.

You immediately burst into laughter. Jeremy coudln't even protest, because your laughter was too contageous that he started laughing too.

The drink made a mess on the table and the floor and y'all are laughing. Good for you.

Batting

You saw him swinging his baseball bat in the air outside.

He wasn't playing with anyone and there wasn't a baseball in sight. You assumed he was just trying to get out the zoomies.

He seemed so focused.

You realised you'd never been able to scare him before.

You decided to sneak up on him, maybe surprise him with a hug from behind. Maybe just tackle him and see how he'd react.

You got closer. Good, he hadn't noticed.

But as he swung back too fast, it hit your head with a THONK

You stumbled backward, reaching for your head.

Jeremy turned around, eyes widening in shock, partly because he didn't expect you there, and partly because "holy shit are you okay?"

You started laughing at yourself. In hindsight, sneaking up behind someone with a metal baseball bat wasn't a good idea.

But as much as your boyfriend was worried, every damn time he saw you laugh he just can't help but start laughing too.

But the laughter came with proclamations of concern.

He was so worried.

He insisted to drag you to medic.

You were fine, but followed along anyways. It never failed to warm your heart how much he cared.

Hat Fling

You and Jeremy were standing on opposite sides of the room, repeatedly flinging his hat back and forth.

The goal was to try and get it to land on his head.

Whenever you missed, he'd throw it right back.

This went on for quite a while. You were both so determined but were slowly going crazy.

And thats when it happened.

HUZZAH ! Hat on Jeremy's head.

You both jumped for fuckin joy, with him yelling way too loud.

"HELL YEAH I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

He then insisted to throw his hat onto your head.

Cue more chaos.

Shooting practice

The time he taught you how to shoot his scattergun.

It made him so happy to see you take an interest in his favourite gun.

He insisted to try and teach you through doing, partly because he wasn't entirely sure how to explain it purely with words, but also since he was just too eager to show you.

His instruction wasn't so clear, but he was more than happy to fix your errors.

Sometimes when you pulled the lever to eject the empty shell, Jeremy would have to stop you and pull it again.

He explained you had to pull it all the way or it could get jammed. You felt a little silly, but he kept praising you whenver you did something right, so the feeling didn't stay for long.

He stood behind you and kept his hands on yours to make sure they were in the right position.

Sometimes he'd move a hand to your shoulder or hip to fix your posture

He kept his chest firm against your back.

He said he was worried you might lose your balance and fall backwards when you shot.

Which was unlikely considering your stance.

Maybe he just wanted to be close to you.

Train ride

You both needed to take a train together, but it was too crowded for either of you to get a seat.

You were looking for one of the hand grip things to hold, when the train started to move, making you tumble right into Jeremy's shoulders.

He caught you and grinned like a doofus.

"I guess you fell for me."

All you could do was laugh and roll your eyes.

He did make sure to stand close to you to catch you if you ever fell again.

But he didnt wanna admit that he wished you DID fall again so he could catch you again.

#scout x you #scout tf2 x reader #scout x reader #scout tf2 #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #imagines

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trsrina · 2 years

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HEADSHOT - &TEAM JO

jo was only trying to teach you how to play basketball but he somehow hit you in the head with it instead

written in second person pov, fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader but reader is implied to be shorter than jo? word count : 0.66k warning!! mentions of an injury? like yeah a whole ass basketball hitting you in the head.

it was a very spontaneous idea of you to drag take jo to your nearest basketball court at 11pm and have him teach you how to play basketball.

“okay, now you try,” jo separated from you and stood aside.

“what? are you sure? i can’t do it that fast i mean,” jo cut you off with a peck on your lips, “i’m confident in my own teaching and that my pupil can succeed, if you don’t, blame it on the hoop.”

“okay, i can do this,” you huff, getting into position, shooting the basketball into the hoop, you closed your eyes scared of the outcome.

“you did it!” the moment you heard cheering, you opened up your eyes to meet eyes with a happy jo, running towards you to pick you up and spin you around like you just won the nba.

“couldn’t have done it without you,” you smile at your adorable boyfriend, grabbing his cheeks and staring at his gleaming smile that single-handedly lighted up your whole world.

jo let go of you and picked up the basketball and suddenly tried to pass it to you, “catch!”

you were caught off-guard and before you knew it, the basketball was flying towards you, hitting you in the head, bonk.

“y/n!!! oh my god, i’m so sorry,” your vision went black for a second and your life flashed in front of your eyes, you collapsed onto the ground dramatically and landed on your butt, only being able to hear your boyfriend’s voice.

jo ran towards you and knelt down, worriedly holding your head, rubbing it to try to ease the pain with continuous kisses on your head.

“i’m so sorry, y/n, are you alright? should i call an ambulance?” he frantically asked with tears brimming his eyes, acting as if he just killed you with the murder weapon of a basketball.

“hey, don’t need to worry that much, i’m fine. it’s just a bit painful. let’s go home, it’s getting late,” you lied through your teeth so jo wouldn't worry while wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes, trying your best to ignore the aching you felt on your head.

"i'm so sorry, i should've been more careful. this is all my fault. i will not let you near a basketball ever again," jo pouted, his cuteness distracting you from the tremendous pain you were feeling.

"none of us wanted that to happen. it's not your fault, stop blaming yourself or i'm gonna start crying too," you nagged at him like a parent reprimanding their child, pointing a finger at him and joked around so he would stop crying and blaming himself.

you steadily tried to stand up by yourself only for black dots to blind your vision once again, falling back on your butt for the second time tonight.

"come on, you can barely stand up by yourself," jo slightly giggled then proceeded to turn his back against you, pulling your arms to wrap them around his shoulders, you were confused at his actions at first but soon realised he wanted to piggy-back you.

"are you sure this is necessary?" you chuckled, moving your head to face him, your lips almost touching his cheeks.

"yes, very necessary," he moved his face closer to yours, smoothly making you kiss him on the cheeks.

"okay then, let's go!" with your arms around jo, you excitedly pointed to some random direction and jo somehow managed to run with you on his back.

although the way back home from the basketball court was short but the couple still decided to sprint like the main characters of some romantic coming of age movie.

young love, isn’t it?

hdhshdhwhd sh AHHH WHAT IS THIS IDK i just really wanted to write for &team so i just made this fjsjfjsjdhw

feel free to interact, i’d really appreciate it if you liked or reblogged. <33 (tumblr’s algorithm is shit)

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squeakadeeks · 2 months

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🍎🍒🍓🍅🌶️🍉🥕🍊🥭🍑🍌🧅🍍🍋🌽🍈🍏🍐🥒🥬🍆🥦🥑🥝🥔🍇

Any OC!

Sorry about your concussion, I hope you feel better 😊

I AM...VERY CONCUSSED. it was such a silly way too. i was at work under some equipment and I stood up too fast underneath it and bonked my head. ive been dizzy ever since 😵‍💫

also MANY FRUITS...i'm going to be slightly lazy and just pick out my favorites/ones i really want to answer!

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

Pacific: anyone and anything. he would crack under the pressure of an ant. its...incredibly obvious so everyone would know. he is literally this:

Seam: She is quite emotionally robust except for matters regarding Stitch and Husqvarna. If anyone messes with her brother or pokes at their situation, she would angry cry in a heartbeat. only Husqvarna would really know the extent of this.

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

Pupet: this is just a goofy one but there are some unique downsides to being made of cloth. in particular, if he ever gets wet, he becomes too heavy for his own body to move and he's forced into being a sad, soggy puddle on the floor. Imagine wet jeans but its your whole body. as such he hates water, rain, and snow.

Stitch and Seam have other weaknesses related to their inorganic bodies, being ball jointed dolls, they experience a lot of pain in cold weather or if they are under a lot of strain since it causes their joints to grind.

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ask-fgod · 1 year

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Coming back from after he fell, Error was expecting a lot of things. He can't say he didn't expect this, but somehow it still makes him angrier than he's ever been.

hey guys... guess who just finished their one-shot instead of working on their other fic!!! it me. text under cut if you dont want to click on the link.

Error didn’t know what he was expecting when he landed back into his multiverse.

But it wasn’t this.

A figure resembling him stood over Ink, a hammer hovering above him. The only reason he hadn't struck yet was the fact that Dream was holding him back. None of them had realized his presence yet, minus…

Nightmare. Unlike the others, his gaze was solely focused on him. He wasn’t doing anything to stop the figure.

That figure, though… Who…?

“E- Error…” Nightmare breaks him out of his thoughts, and with that, all attention is placed on him. Error holds his two children, Null and Void, closer, ready to defend them at any cost.

He isn’t holding them close because of NIghtmare, of course, but he knows Dream and Ink would do everything in their power to take them away from him. Him being the “God of Destruction” and all, surely to them he can’t be safe.

But right now, he has to deal with the fact that all eyes are on him.

“Is that…”

“WHAT THE SHIT???”

Dream loosens his grip, and the hammer bonks Ink on the skull, hard enough to make a crack drip ink from his skull.

“Owowowow… Yeesh Blue, did you have to hit me that hard?” Ink retorts.

Blue just hits him again in response.

“AGH! Error’s here now, so you can stop beating the absolute everything out of me! I’m gonna die if you keep this up!!!”

Blue shouts back. “Do you think that I care?! The whole point is to leave you dead!!! You made it to where I kind of have to kill you because little mister ink blot won’t stop overflowing this multiverse with his bullcrap!!!”

Oh…

Oh.

Error realizes what’s going on right at this moment. Who this person is, who their role is, it’s all obvious.

And it makes him very, very angry.

He knew Ink didn’t stop when he left. He knew that someone was forced to take his place because of that. But seeing it with his own eyes is something else.

In the millenia he has lived, never before has he been so fuming.

“Void, Null.” He tries to hide the anger in his voice, pointing at Nightmare. “Go to the goopy man over there. I have to do something real quick.”

‘But Roro…” Null shyly replies.

Error looks down at him, faking a smile on his face. “Don’t worry, He may seem scary, but he’s a really nice man. He’ll keep you safe, like I do.”

Both children run off to Nightmare, Null leading Void along the way.

With that done, and the comfort that his kids will be in safe hands, he approaches Ink.

"You." He growls at Ink, inching closer by the second.

Ink looks from one side, to the other, and points at himself. "Me…?"

Error spreads his strings through the air, and tangles up him. In his surprise, Ink doesn't run away fast enough. "Yes, you! Do you have no respect for other people? Other life???"

"Y- Yeah! Of course I do! I create things, you're the one with no respect for others!!!" He shouts back.

"Then explain," Error gestures at Blueberror, "him!!!"

"I don't know what happened to him to make him that way! Honest!!!"

The strings tighten around Ink. "You must at least know that you are a part of the reason why that happened, shouldn't you? Or are you just going to lie about that too!!!"

"Error!!! Stop!" Dream shouts.

"Keep going!!!" Blue yells.

Error keeps going. "You didn't stop when I left, even though you knew that it'd doom this place! The only reason that this multiverse hasn't collapsed yet is because of Blue!!!"

Ink just stares at him like he's stupid. Like he's making stuff up. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"You have," Error shakes Ink in his grip, "every idea what I'm talking about! Just admit it!!!"

"I don't know what to admit to you, Roro! I dunno 'bout anything you're saying!"

"So who made him like that, then? He retorts. "What made it to where this place needed another thing like me???"

"Uh… Hm… Erm… I dunno! Maybe ya did somethin' to him! It'd make sense, since you always blame me for everything wrong that you do."

The world goes silent. Everyone, Dream, Nightmare, Blueberror, Void, Null, and Error… especially Error, just stare at Ink.

Error closes his eyes, and takes a breath in and out.

Calm down.

He isn't worth your time.

Calm down.

How could he say that?

Calm down.

Stop thinking about it.

Calm down.

Why did he say that?

Calm down.

He shouldn't snap.

Calm down.

But he's going to.

"Void, Null, look away. Plug your ears. Roro is about to do something he probably will regret later." Error commands.

Nightmare blocks both of the childrens' eyes, and the both of them put their hands over their ears.

"Wh- Whatcha thinkin of doing, Error bud? I didn't say anything bad! I'm just- just layin' it to you straight! Roro c'mon!"

Error doesn't listen. It's like he doesn't even hear him. He slowly raises his hand, high up to the point of his face.

Blue and Nightmare watch. Dream stares in horror.

And as Error balls his fist, the strings tighten around the other God, slowly cracking him apart.

Bit by bit, til the tension is so high that the strings quickly tie up, breaking him into pieces.

The ink from his body stains the ground, and for that moment, Ink is gone.

Error had just killed Ink.

And for him…

It was the first time ever.

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slashersgirlypop · 1 year

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Grilled Cheese Chapter 6.

TW: NON-CON AND NON SEXUAL SPANKING

(September 1st, 1978)

I huffed, bored out of my mind. Yes, I was still scared of the big, strong, stabby man, (who I just started to call Mask-Man), but I also was locked in the closet for a great majority of the day. If I had to guess, I had been in this closet for maybe five or so hours? Maybe more? All I knew was that when I knocked on the door, asking for at least some food, a slice of cheese was shoved at me. He only let me out today twice to use the restroom. I heard him leave about maybe an hour after locking me in the closet and then come back four hours later through the back door.

Some point during the day, before he left, I heard Miss Petunia come down the stairs. I don’t know what happened, but it didn’t sound like there was any sounds of pained meows. I did hear her begin to eat food, so thankfully the stoic and silent Mask-Man does have decency to at least feed her.

“Excuse me? Sir? Mr. Mask-Man-Person? Are you, uh, just planning on keeping me in here forever? You know, I got a job and friends who might be wondering where the hell I am. Also, it’s really boring in here. I counted all the brush-hair-things on the broom in here fifteen times. I’m worried I’ll go crazy, so, can I be let out?”

As expected, I got no response. I groaned, slumping against the door, sliding down until my butt hit the floor. I began to light bonk my head against the wood. Alright, time to use the annoying-hostage-girl approach.

“Let me out please.” Bonk.

“Let me oOF-,” I huffed, falling on my back once he opened the door. I stared up at him, my head between his shoes, him looking down at me. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I hoped he looked annoyed by my successful antics.

“Mra?” Miss Petunia chirped from Mask-Man’s shoulder, looking down at me curiously. My mouth slightly opened in betrayal at my cat. While I was locked in the dusty old closet, my beloved pet was buddying up and getting all cozy with my captor. The audacity of pets, I swear.

“Alright. So, are we just gonna have a staring contest, Mask-Man? Am I allowed to come out? If you’re planning on a staring contest, it’s not really fair on my end because you could be blinking and I’d have no way to tell with your mask and all.” Shrugging, I looked up at the man. He just stared at me before walking away, leaving me on the floor.

Groaning, I sat up, feeling my joints cracking in my back. I hoping he wasn’t planning on locking me in the closet tonight, because that would not be comfortable to sleep in. Speaking of which, where did he sleep last night?

I turned, jumping as he just stood behind me.

“How are you so fast and quiet, pal?” I asked. Wordlessly, he thrusted two objects into my chest. It was a notepad and crayons. Did…did he want me to draw or something? Then, Mask-Man pushed me not too gently into the family room, where the TV was on, playing cartoons. He shoved me into a chair before walking over and plopping down on the couch. Miss Petunia mewed softly at him as if the gently chide him before hopping off his should and walking over to me. She laid at the bottom of my chair, her head on my foot, and she began to purr quietly.

Mask-Man said nothing, only focusing his attention on the animated figures. Honestly, this is not how I would imagine a kidnapping or hostage-taking-thing would go. It could be worse; I could be dead. At least my only reason to be alive is that I make him food.

I began to absentmindedly draw on the paper, getting lost in my thoughts. I didn’t want to be his cook forever, and eventually someone other than Mr. Steinberg is going to wonder what happened to me and come check on me. Mrs. Gracie most likely will send one of her boys to check on me, like she did when I was sick with the flu and had to take off work. Until then, I have to figure out how to play my cards right and not piss off this guy to the point of killing me. Despite my numerous other escape attempts, I knew I could get out and get help. But how is the question? He’s always there, he’s quieter than an ant, he can kill me probably with one hand, so what would I do-wait. My crayon skid to a stop on the mane of the badass centaur I was drawing

Does he know I have a gun?

Earlier, when I thought he was just some kid pulling a mean joke, I did mention it, but I don’t know if he thought I was bluffing or not. I hope he does think I’m bluffing. I could use the gun and force him to let me out, or even kill him. I frowned at that idea. I don’t really like the idea of taking a life, even if he did kill people, but if I must…

I stood up, stretching my arms, his head turning to me. He began to stand up as well before I sighed.

“I’m just going to make myself some food, Mask-Man. No need to patrol and act as my guard. I’m not dumb enough to try to escape again,” except that I was, “so just, chill out. I’m just hungry because all you gave me was a slice of cheese.” He paused before slowly sitting back down, his head still pointed at me. Then, he slowly turned his attention back to the screen.

Taking deep breathes as quietly as I could as I walked kitchen, my eyes zeroed in on the drawer where the pistol was. Casually, I approached the pantry, which was near the drawer, but unfortunately in sight of the family room, meaning Mask-Man could see me. It also just occurred to me that I had no idea how to use a fucking gun. It couldn’t be that hard, right? Just aim and shoot. I mean, I think it was loaded, although I wasn’t sure.

After pretending to peruse the pantry, I took a deep and shaky breath before yanking open the drawer and grabbing the gun. I gripped it with both hands and pointed it at the man, who now was staring at me, standing up.

“You know what this is, buddy? It’s a fuckin’ gun. I didn’t wanna do this, but I had no choice. Let me go,” I ordered, trying my best to look intimidating despite the man practically being a giant compared to me. He merely stared at me, before taking a step in my direction, which I yelled at.

“H-HEY! No! Don’t take any steps towards me, you mask-guy-man. Stay there! I will shoot! Don’t try me!” He proceeded to take several more steps, despite my warnings. When he was within five feet of me, I closed my eyes and aimed the gun at his head.

“I’m sorry, but I warned you!” I pulled the trigger, wincing and bracing myself for the inevitable fact that I will be staring at a corpse when I opened my eyes.

Click. My eyes whipped back to the gun, wide. It’s in that moment I realized that it, in fact, wasn’t loaded. Fuck.

He grabbed the gun and wrenched it out of my hands, throwing it aside, staring down at me.

“Shit, oh shit, I’m sorry, please don’t kill me, I’m sorry! PLEASE!” I pled, shrieking as he grabbed my hair, no doubt pulling out strands as he dragged me to the living room, my scalp screaming in pain.

He sat down on the couch, yanking me over his lap, making me lose my breath. He grabbed my jeans and yanked them down along with my panties, exposing my ass to the open. I began to writhe, desperately trying to get off him. He was going to rape me, he was going to fucking rape me-

I gasped in pain as I felt his big hand come down of my right cheek, the pain bursting out. I didn’t have time to process what he was doing though because he continued to spank my ass, no doubt leaving bruises at a relentless pace. I began to sob around thirty, dangling miserably from his lap.

My ass felt like it was on fire. He didn’t stick to a pattern, he just spanked. I never had felt so humiliated in my life.

By the time he was done, I was a sobbing mess. Snot was dribbling slowly out my nose onto the carpet below, tears also staining the carpet.

I choked on air when he cruelly gripped my left cheek, digging his nails into the skin. I just let him, feeling defeated. I didn’t know how to react. I was just grateful he was done.

He shoved me off his lap and onto the carpet. I yelped, before continuing to sob, my rear exposed to the air still.

He just ignored me, as he normally did.

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ye, sorry if you aren't normally a crier, (y/n) got a bit of a traumatic experience. I was basing her reaction off what I would do in this situation, and I would just fuckin sob and feel weak. MERRY CHRISTMAS/HAPPY HANUKAH/ HAPPY WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE!!!! See ya, my fellow slasher sluts.

#halloween 1978 #michael myers #slasher #yandere michael myers #yandere michael myers x reader #hostage reader #tw: noncon #captive reader

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all-for-geek · 4 months

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Mother Knows Best

Fandom: Alex Bale/Don't Feed the Muse

Summary: Jared's journey through the white dimension didn't go as planned. For him or the Muses. How did he break free of the Muses' control. Or did he?

Word Count: 1,521

Warnings: Mentions of Harassment and Stalking, Verbal Abuse, Abuse from a Parent

This story was inspired by a conversation with @sam-harz. Enjoy!

“-AAAAAHHHHHH!”

Jared waited for the pain to start. He had never been eaten alive before, but he couldn’t imagine that it was pleasant. He kept his eyes welded shut and waited. He felt like he was standing there for eternity before he slowly opened his eyes.

The blinding light caused him to immediately shut them again. He tried looking down at the floor, but the glaring white void completely surrounded him. He blinked furiously as his eyes tried to adjust.

Everything around him was white. Did he already die? Was he in some sort of purgatory?

A tall, lanky figure stood just on the horizon of Jared’s vision. He stood there, staring at Jared.

“Hello?” Jared called out. Maybe the man, or whatever it was, couldn’t see him.

As if waiting for an invitation, the man began to walk towards Jared. As he came closer, his features solidified into a set structure and shape. His long nose came into view. His hairline was just as receding as Jared remembered it. The thing was the spitting image of himself. All it needed was his glasses to complete the look.

“Hello,” the not-Jared responded. It smiled in the same way Jared did when he met a new, nice, pretty girl.

“Wh-who are you?” Jared mustered.

“Well come now, son,” not-Jared chuckled, “Did you bonk your head on the way down? Surely your memory isn’t going that fast.”

All at once, it came rushing back to Jared. The moments before his death (or was he still dying?). The friend in the walls had appeared. It looked like him. Then its face opened up and-

“What are we doing here?” Jared asked, desperate to escape that memory.

“Waiting,” not-Jared answered, “Digestion is such a sticky and boring process. This way you don’t have to deal with the excruciating agony, and I get to have fun. Win win!”

“Digestion?” Jared was stuck on that word. His friend had mentioned it before. “You mean…I’m…”

“Oh, do keep up son,” not-Jared interrupted, “Everything that made you you is being broken down and making me me.”

“But, I don’t feel any different.”

Not-Jared rolled its eyes. “What is Mother’s name?”

“Mother? It’s…” Jared trailed off as he tried to think back to that woman. The one who raised him. The only one who was ever there for him. The only person who loved him, even if she had a rough way of showing it. But whenever he thought of that word, Mother, he thought of the creature his friend had brought him to. The one who took away all the bad parts from his mother and kept all the good. “Mother is…Mother.”

“Exactly,” not-Jared replied in a chipper tone. Two rolling desk chairs manifested themselves in the void. not-Jared sat in one. “So why don’t we sit here while we wait for Mother’s plan to complete.”

The words sounded nice. Helping Mother was all Jared ever wanted. But the actions were wrong. Mother never liked Jared to sit around like a freeloader. She also had tasks for him to complete. There must be a task for him to complete.

A change in the void caught Jared’s attention far off in the distance. A silhouette, a woman maybe? stood there, waiting for him. Jared felt drawn to her like a moth feels drawn to a flame. He started running.

“Where are you going?” not-Jared yelled. “This isn’t what Mother wants.”

Jared’s head knew that not-Jared said was right, but his heart wanted nothing more than to find that woman. He kept running.

Jared’s feet fell out from under him as he sat in a rickety chair. In an instant, the white void had morphed into an all too familiar office. The woman sitting behind the desk glared at him. He didn’t need to read the nameplate to know she was HR. Actual HR.

“Jared, do you know why you were called in today?” she asked.

He knew why. He knew it was stupid. There were a lot of nice, pretty girls at the office. A lot of them were single, and the world is dangerous for nice, pretty, single women. Jared wanted to make sure that they were safe. That they were protected. Why did no one see that?

“Jared, this is the third complaint we’ve gotten about you, and this time you were found following Jenna home. You are lucky that she isn’t pressing charges. I’m sorry, but it has gone far enough. You are being terminated effective immediately. Please, go clean your desk.”

Jared stormed out of the office, knocking over the chair in the process. Why didn’t they understand? They never understood. Mother always said ‘actions speak louder than words’, so he also showed his appreciation rather than said it. He was never good at talking anyway.

Jared stepped through the door into his old office. Rather than his computer and his Spongebob bouncy ball, he found a semi-circle of the women, from this job and others, that he had shown his appreciation to. The circle closed as the door shut.

“What are you doing you creep?” Jenna asked. Classic Jenna, always playing hard to get.

“Have you been following me? What the fuck?!” Christine shouted. She was so nice in the office, why was she never nice outside?

“Stay away from me, pervert!” Lisa screamed.

The other women joined in, each shouting their own grievances at Jared. With each beratement, he felt himself getting pushed farther and farther down. He covered his ears as the current of voices pushed him this way and that. He was just trying to help. He never hurt anyone, so what was the harm?

Before Jared was swept away entirely, he looked up to see a harsh, wrinkled face join the others.

Jared gasped as the voices were swept away with the ocean waves. He could feel the mushy, wet sand underneath his shoes. The water felt…odd. It was cold, and it was wet, but it didn’t cling to Jared’s clothes like it was supposed to. Furthermore, the water coursing through his lungs didn’t burn or constrict his breathing. It traveled in and out as easily as air.

Jared looked around at the aquatic scene. There was not much life in this part of the ocean. The only thing of note was the rickety cabin towering over him. It looked like the kind of place that a young woman would be chased into by a guy with a chainsaw. The waterlogged wood looked like it would fall away at any minute, and the one sturdy part of the cabin was the skull shaped knocker on the front door.

A piercing shriek came from inside the house. Jared didn’t waste any time running into the house after it. The wood was surprisingly sturdy under his weight, but he didn’t have time to concern himself with that. There was a damsel in distress for him to save.

He followed the scream into the basement. A beige sponge dressed like a 1950s housewife stared mouth agape and the shattered vase on the floor.

“Are you okay?” Jared asked the woman.

She turned to Jared, her eyes boiling with rage. “Of course I’m not okay you idiot! What have I told you about putting things exactly back where they are supposed to while cleaning? This is the third one that I’ve lost because of you.”

Jared hunched in on himself, bringing him down to the woman’s level. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up.”

“Damn, right you will!” As the woman walked away, her form shifted. Her spongy skin compressed and wrinkled. Her hair grew long, matted, and gray. She shuffled as her hunched back grew more pronounced.

“All I do for you, and this is the thanks I get,” Margaret Warrenhiem muttered.

Something rushed through Jared’s body. That sliver of hope he had been chasing finally caught up to him. He looked up at the glaring woman with admiration in his eyes.

She still loves me.

Jared took his time walking through the park that night. Mother was in one of her moods, so it was best to give her space. The cool night air felt nice as he watched the trees bend in the wind.

For a moment, the branches shifted and twisted into long, metallic arms. The night sky glitched and flickered like a screen as data about people Jared had never met flipped through the clouds.

Jared shook the nightmares out of his head. That was over. He had a new life here. A better one. One where it was just him and his mother. not-Jared could have his old life if it wanted it so bad.

He was startled back into the present by footsteps farther along the path. Up ahead, he saw two young men sitting on a park bench. One was a new neighbor. Walter? was his name. He was always sad and distant like everyone else on Paradox Street. The other was a man Jared had never seen before.

Excitement danced in Jared’s eyes. Someone new must be coming to town. He should throw him a welcome party.

#alex bale #don't feed the muse #jared warrenheim #my works

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 4 months

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December Drabbles

Prompt 18: Sledding Characters: Cheka, Leona, Vizzie (OC) (Continuation of yesterday) (Also note, Vizzie calls Leona "kitty" it is an established nickname she has for him blkfjhdskjfsdf) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Leona would never admit it, but this wasn't half bad. Once he got throw the squeals and giggles from his nephew showing off his new spaceship boots, it was easy to just sit and watch him run up the hill and slide down it. Vizzie was waiting at the bottom, anxious as ever to make sure the kid didn't biff it....or if he did, she would be there to help. Aside from a few glances from other caregivers there, Leona found it rather enjoyable. He had his shades on, the sun glaring off the snow made it impossible to be without them, but had also made the paths the kids had been using for sledding into sheets of ice that only seemed to propel them faster with every turn. If Leona hadn't fallen half asleep in his camp chair, he would have seen that. His ear flicked a bit as he heard Cheka panting a bit and walking up to him. He sat up and nodded slightly at him. "What do you want?" Cheka struggled to catch his breath, but was smiling brightly and squinting because of the sun. "Do y- do you wanna turn? Aunnie Vizzie said she wants to see you have a turn cuz she thinks you're too scared to do it and I wanna see you do it too cuz I dont think you're scared to do it I think she's wrong." He panted still, exhausted from his many treks up the hill. Leona's ear and tail flicked in slight annoyance as he looked down at Viz, who was chatting up another mom or something at the bottom of the hill. Truth be told....it looked kinda fun. And he could find a way to crash into her without hurting her. Even if it meant stopping in front of her just to get up and toss her in the snow bank. Revenge. Yeah, this could work. He groaned slightly as he stood up and stretched. "She said that about me, huh?" He gestured to Cheka to hand over the sled, which he did gleefully, giggling and nodding. "Alright kiddo. I'm only doing this once, because Viz said that, ok? Then you're plopping your butt back on this thing or we're going home." Cheka nodded in response, giggling. "Got it! Siddown siddown I wanna see you go down!" Leona waved him off a bit and sat on the sled, trying to get situated when he felt tiny hands grab the back of his jacket. Before he was able to ask Cheka what he was doing, the kid managed to spin him on the sled as he sent him down, jumping and squealing as he watched his uncle fly down the hill. He immediately went to sit in the camp chair, kicking his feet happily as he opened the thermos of hot chocolate, making sure it wasn't too hot before helping himself to some. Meanwhile, it was taking everything Leona had to not yell. He hadn't been spun like this....well.... since ever, and certainly not this fast. He had enough wits about him to set up a small buffer spell so he wouldn't flatten any kids on the way down, but only registered that he flew way past Vizzie when he heard her shocked voice ask his name. He finally put his foot down to drag himself to a stop. As much as Vizzie wanted to check on him, she had to watch Cheka to make sure nobody tried to touch him. Even with a slight masking spell on him he was unaware of, she couldn't help but be concerned. She was glad she hadn't gone to check on Leona when she heard the ragged sigh from behind her. She put her hand up behind her head in time to stop the bonk he was going to give her with the sled, only making him huff more. "Why did you do that?" Leona gave her the side eye of the century. "The fuck do you mean why'd I do it. You told Cheka you thought I was too much of a coward to do it." She looked at Leona confused, then tried to cover her growing smile with her hand, only serving to make Leona more irritated. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? He s-...." his sentence trailed off as his gaze returned to Cheka. If he listened closely, he could hear him bragging to the other kids about how cool his uncle was.

"He played you like a fiddle. Don't get mad though Leona, please?" She begged him quietly, her tone shifting from amused to desperation. Leona sighed. "He's just a kid. It was a small, one time thing. That I will never do again, but still." He shrugged a bit and looked up at his nephew again. "If you make me more hot chocolate when we get back to school I'll let it go, let this incident go." She smiled a bit and rubbed Leona's back. "Sure thing Kitty."

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst headcanons #leona kingscholar #twst leona #cheka kingscholar #twst cheka #twst fluff #?#december drabbles

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twigg96 · 1 year

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Ok so this might sound really stupid but you know that one vine where that guy ties a potato to his celing fan and it spins in circles, dethlok reacting to their s/o doing that?

Hello @stevethejanitor!! Thank you so much for the ask!! Again I’m so sorry I’m so late getting to asks. But this isn’t stupid i think this is a great ask!! I hope you like these HCs!!!

“No babe! You gotta trust me on this! It’ll work!”

- Nathan sighed stepping away from the step latter, watching his partner in vague amazement as they drunkenly tried to tie a potato on a string to the ceiling fan. “You’re going to fucking fall.” Nathan warned, stepping forward once more as they finally got it tied but tipped back. “Noooo I’m fine.” They whined, jumping off the latter much to Nathan’s dismay. Walking over to the light switch, his partner stood proudly. “Now watch!” They whispered, flipping the switch. Nathan and his partner watched as the potato started to swing around the room on the swing much to his amusement. Turning the fan up his partner began to sing. That is until the potato and fan started to go too fast and out of control… then his partner and he were screaming trying desperately to dodge the potato as they tried to stop it from damaging anything too expensive.

- Pickles smirked, chuckling as he helped his partner tie the potato to the ceiling fan. “Dood, there’s no fuckin way this is going to fucking work… it’ll fly off in seconds.” He bet grinning at them when they gave him a challenging look. “I bet it won’t. I bet we can even turn the fan to high.” They said cockily. Smirking down at his S/O Pickles chuckled kissing them gently before walking to the switch. Laying a hand on the switch, Pickles hummed. “What do I get if I win?” He whispered. “Mmm. Weed and a blowjob?” His partner offered. “What about me? What do I get if I’m right?” They asked softly, giggling as Pickles feigned deep thought. “You’ll find out.”

- Murderface stood outside his partner’s room crossing his arms in aggravation. When they called at 6 in the morning saying it was an emergency this is not what he expected. He quite frankly was expecting to plow his partner into oblivion… not be told to wait buck naked with a chub. But when his S/O whipped open the door telling him to come in he was immediately met with a UFO bonking him in the nose and his partner laughing. “I’m so sorry babe! I forgot how tall you were!” His partner cried pulling him closer to the center of the fan. “Yeah I noticed… what happened in here?” He asked, watching a potato fly around on a string. “I did it…” his partner replied grinning from ear to ear. “Did what?” He asked letting his partner hold him close. “I made a potato fly… so you need to keep your promise and marry me.”

- Toki bolted through the halls of Mordhaus juggling the hot potato he managed to swipe from the kitchen after dinner. Darting into his room he locked his door and jumped on his bed, ignoring the knocking of the concerned klokateers outside. “We haves to hurry before they finds out!” Toki yelled giggling as his partner climbed up on the bed beside him, tying the potato to the fan as fast as they could. Both giggled and laughed as they pushed and shoved each other acting like young children as they jumped off the bed and running to the switch to flip it at the same time. Watching it whirl to life they cheered and laughed. Until the potato moved faster and faster out of control suddenly they were screaming trying to open the door that was locked. Just as the two organisms sharing a brain cell were about to figure out the lock, the potato fell apart and hot potato splattered against the walls, much to their amusement.

- Skwisgaar glared at his partner completely unamused. “This ams dumb. It ams never goings to work and ams only going to break mines fan.” He growled, despite holding his partner up on his shoulders. “Oh shut up.. it’ll work…” they muttered smirking to themselves as they tied it off, tapping his head to be let down. “Don’t tinks so. Just tinks someone ams goingks to get hurt.” He murmured walking with his partner over to the switch. With a shrug they flicked it and watched it begin to fly around. “It’ll be just fine just you-“ they started bragging… just as the potato flew out of the string and beaned them squarely in the nose. Despite all the complaints Skwisgaar said earlier, he flew into action. Turning the fan off, Skwisgaar grabbed rags to stop his S/O’s bleeding nose. “What’s did I tells you huh?” He whispered holding his partner close kissing their head. “Don’t do no more stupid stuff.”

#thank you for the ask!#thank you so much for the ask #please check them out #please follow them #headcanon meme #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse headcanon #metalocalypse #dethklok #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface

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altontowersfireworks · 11 months

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RESISTILE LORE REWRITTEN PART 1

what it says on the tin!

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR: PROFANITY AND POSSIBLY UNSETTLING STUFF.

Resistile, before being a rebel, she had another name, another life, with a group of friends that cared for each other

No matter if it was cool or rough, they were there, ready to deal with it.

One day, like any other, one of the friends suddenly begins talking about going to Alton Towers, strangely enough it was very cheerful and spontaneous, but the others listened curiously including 'Tile. Of course, after a bit of chatter, the group agreed to go to towers to give it a try. When the day arrived, everyone in the group was excited.

…and oh boy, it was indeed a great day with fun and thrills all around! however, there was one last place of towers they had to check out, X-sector of course! The first thing that caught their eye was The Smiler, it was such a mesmerizing sight! without hesitation they went into the queue, it was worth the wait after all! Little did they know, from a distance, someone was observing them, their every step, their memories, their minds.

Fast forward, the ride was indeed exciting and filled with joy, when they got off the ride, all the friends in the group were happy, except for 'Tile. All of the sudden she feels very weak and heavy, and that's where the entire group is knocked out by something.

Hours pass by and finally 'Tile regains consciousness, her vision swam around like a freshly made painting before clearing up, only to notice they were no longer inside a theme park, or at least that's what he thought. A huge light on the ceiling shined the whole room.

The panic kicked in and 'Tile quickly looked around, trying to find at least some sort of answer...or exit, maybe both. The room had some space, two chairs, separated by a table. One of the walls had a large glass panel that revealed another room on the other side. The first thing she tried to do was to open the door that seemed to be the exit of...whatever the room was. to no one's surprise, it was locked.

"Fucking great..." she mumbled. She was no idiot and was not gonna give up yet and tried a second time, with her full body at full force, she let out a loud scream before she hit the door, failing in the process once more. "OW!" she yelped, too bad this door was probably made out of some strong material. He sat in a corner, frustrated and in a bit of pain, thinking of another route to escape the unusual place she was in.

"Wait..." she said to herself, before looking at the glass panel. A third time wouldn't hurt right? it probably would but to her it didn't really matter, she just wanted to get out of there. She stood up and got close to the glass panel, clenching her fist, she took a deep breath. "To the count of one, two, three." BONK! Her fist hit the glass, only for it to bounce back, the glass was unscathed, not even a single crack appeared. The pain in her fist flared up and she was mumbling to herself some curses. "Ugh, f-fucking damn it." She angrily looked into the other room separated by the glass, thinking what would happen next.

She let out a big sigh and sat back on the chair, she was going to think of another solution later.

TO BE CONTINUED.

#nyan's oc stuff #resistile lore rewritten

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mj-skyair-star · 1 year

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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 7: Poison░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 6:55 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------Now that everyone is still distracted by Winter, it was my turn to shine. I ran out of my hiding spot and threw the bat with all of my might at Drillbit.

BONK!

"Ow!" Drillbit cried out in pain. It was a success! My plan is working smoothly so far! Drillbit lost his grip on my friend who also fell on top of Scrap Metal.

You could even hear SM’s loud, glitchy shriek.

I kept running, running towards Airis. That feared girl.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" I screamed once I reached her and knowing that we were toast, without stopping, I grabbed her hand or wrist- I'm not sure! It's difficult to tell!- And get the hell out of here!

"C'MON WINTER!" Airis yelled out for him.

Since we were already far away from danger, it was difficult to tell if he heard her or not. Then again, dogs have a sharp sense of hearing, so I'm sure he'll catch up with us... Hopefully.

For quite a while, we both kept on running. We had to run at least as far as possible. This is because we know The Slayers are as nimble as that other character, Crowby. The unfortunate news is that Winter hadn't caught up with us... maybe my plan didn't work exactly as expected...

Prepared for murder.

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We stopped to catch our breaths after a three-kilometre run... We'd been running like we were in a fundraising marathon! I had my hands on my knees while Airis leaned and placed her hand on a nearby tree. I felt sweat dripping from my forehead as my heart beat so fast that it felt like a thunderbolt supplying me with an immense amount of energy. When there is too much of it, it drains unexpectedly.

It was really impressive that we were able to run this distance, possibly because fear ran through our bodies till it wore out.

"That... was... close!" I huffed heavily, still catching my breath.

"Y-Yeah... but Winter... didn't... come with us..." Airis huffed out.

"I believe he'll... be fine..."

"Be fine...!? He's all alone... with that dangerous group!" She retorted with a snap of her free fingers.

On second thought, I don't want to die.

"This is impossible... They're real..?" I changed the subject right away before she got even angrier.

It's very unpredictable.

I stood up to see her looking stunned and confused at the same time.

"Hang on a minute... You know who they are?"

"Uh, yes!? They're The Slayers from 'War of Time,'. The video game is awesome and I've heard so many positive reviews about it! So of course, I would check it out! And became a wee bit addicted to it since, to be honest, hehe..." I grew hyped over that game, especially when talking about it. Airis has that phase as well but... she's more scared and confused at this moment... I didn't have my full attention to that, thanks to my over-excitement about 'War of Time.' Occasionally, I'm not her 'best friend', but it's not on purpose, more often by accident.

She has known me for as long as we can remember, and she doesn't react to it as much.

"You play 'War of Time'???"

"Uh? Did you not hear what I said? It's the most awesome game ever! Actually, now that I think about it... because it's popular, you would definitely have played it! Right?" There was a moment of silence between the two of us.

Airis expressed to me a strange look.

"Right... Now I know you play WoT. But why didn't you tell me?"

"I guess the topic didn't present itself," I shrugged, because I seriously don't know either.

"Well, in that case, we should friend each other- HEY, wait a dang minute! You changed the topic on purpose!"

"Damn, I thought I would get away with that," I looked dumbfounded at her, at least I tried.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Iris," I chuckled nervously.

"Dude, don't act like I'm stupid! You put my dog in danger!" Now she's getting a little upset but I'm sure I can handle this...

"Yes, yes, I know! I'll admit that. I-It was the only idea I could think of to get you out of there, and I don't have any intention of letting your dog get hurt, h-honest!" Her hazel eyes squint as well as a bit of glare.

"Mhm,"

"I'm serious! Ugh! Look, please don't be mad at me or even kill me! Because I'm positive that Winter will be ok, trust me, I know it," after a competitive staring contest, Airis sighed and her eyes softened.

She then closed them and pinched her nose bridge.

"Ok, ok. I trust you, and I trust that he'll be ok," she released her nose bridge to open up her eyes again, now seemingly annoyed.

"Well, that's great-"

"I will only murder you if we find him dead. I would be prepared to run if I were you," ... This is a bit unlike her.

I can guarantee that. I never heard her threaten so sternly before. What made her kinda like that? Did something happen or what? Nervously, I gulped and moved on.

"What happened when we were gone?" I asked.

For some reason, she becomes anxious and trails off her sentence, right off the bat. That was the fastest mood swing I have ever witnessed.

"Well..." She looked down to the side as she nervously touched her left pigtail, causing me to frown.

I remember crystal clear how scared she was. I understand it, but she had to at least explain what happened so I wouldn't have to be concerned about her.

"Iris," I clutched her shoulder worriedly.

She answered my question and moved her head to face me, gazing dead into my blue eyes. Then she explained everything that happened and her encounter with OTHER characters!

I was astounded to hear this- in fact, my blue eyes widened.

"They know where you live!?" I yelled practically in her face by accident, causing me to take a few steps back, in regret.

God, what is wrong with me? Yet Airis somehow didn't seem too startled by it (obviously she knew it was an accident). I don't know if I should be glad or mad that she didn't tell me all of this until now, but I don't care! It doesn't matter anyway!

"Yes, they know where I live... What's a little more strange is... they didn't come after me when I was at the front of the house with Winter..."

"Well... Yeah... I guess? So how did the group ambush you? Not talking about your place by the way,"

"After I hit Scrap many times until he got angry at me, Drillbit grabbed me from behind... Then the rest of the group joined in..." She took one breath of unsettlement.

"One last thing. What did Slaytrap say to you?" She didn't answer. I can tell she doesn't want to tell me which makes me feel a bit more anxious. There is no way Airis can keep this from me, especially when we're in a bizarre situation. "Iris?" She still didn't answer. I can see it in her hazel eyes, fear. I cannot help but feel frustrated. "Airis. What did he say?" My voice sounded very stern.

As soon as she understood my emotions, she finally responded.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!-

Or couldn't.

We could hear clanking footsteps coming our way. We turned around to see- Oh shit!

"Slaytrap and Ugiz-oz are coming!!"

"If we keep running on the road they'll surely catch up to us... unless," rapidly thinking. I took Airis again and led her into the bushland. The chase continued as we ran. "That should slow them down a bit,"

"I don't think we can lose them!" My crush yelled, frighteningly.

"Don't doubt this! We will!" I let go of Airis' hand so she could go in front of me.

This is because she's clearly wanted, and I didn't want her to accidentally trip. We were running a bit too close to each other.

I looked back to see Slay and Ugiz far behind us. I knew that would wor- Wait, what the hell?

Someone in a green suit with tubes attached to them approaches someone. He knew nothing about the face of the person other than assuming they might be a male figure. Oscar was seeing through someone's eyes, someone who may have been hurt. The figure reached someone who was lying on the ground, seemingly unable to get up. The figure knelt down. The last thing Oscar saw was a wicked smirk formed on the figure's lip and glowing... eyes? Weird glowing pairs of eyes.

...

"What's that all about? What did I just see?" Either it's an illusion or not, but that distracts me instantly! I mean, I completely forgot about everything-

"- LOG!"

"HUH!?!? WHOA!!!" Unexpectedly I tripped over a log, thanks to my brief distraction. "CRUD!"

"OSCAR!" I looked up to see the girl running towards me, then looked back to see the two bots catching up.

"Double shit!" I face up at Airis again to see her kneeling down to grab my arm, however, I stopped her.

"No! Airis! You shouldn't have come for me! You need to keep going!" The dark brown-haired girl just gripped my arm.

Her jaw dropped and wasn't too thrilled about it either.

"WHAT!? ARE YOU CRAZY!? NO! I can't leave you here! You'll get... Slaughtered!" ... I want her safe... I gave her a sad smile.

"Iris... please," I held her wrist and made her release my arm.

She was thinking so hard. She was looking at the bots and then at me about twice.

"But-"

"Airis Gamer, go! Please don't make me repeat, or we're both goners!" Finally! She agreed! Airis nodded unpleasantly and ran off, leaving me behind.

Now I have to deal with them. Just before I was about to get up, Slaytrap jumped over me to chase after Airis.

"You're shitting me!?-"

"OOF!" I was then pinned down by Ugiz-oz (he was pinning my shoulders).

"You must be LeaderSkater, AKA, Oscar Troyquake, correct?" ... I froze...

"How did you-"

"We know who plays. Many people like this pointless game. We see everything,"

"That's just flat-out creepy, man!" I screamed, struggling to break free from his grip.

He's pretty strong for a skinny ass bot.

"It is not our fault that The Creators made a screen for all of us to watch the players... Or that you all can control us. A worthless kid like you won't understand," I growled at his description of me.

I get it he's designed to be depressing and shit, but what the hell is he talking about???

"What is it you want!? Why are you here!? HOW ARE YOU REAL!?"

"Tsk, I can answer only one... Artron needs your pathetic girlfriend," my eyes were wide in a haze as well as mad yet flustered that he called Airis my 'girlfriend'... I mean, yeah, I like her a lot and I do want her to be my girlfriend one day but... C'mon! We're just friends for now! Wait- DID HE SAY ARTRON?!?!?

"Artron is here too!? But... Why would he want a thirteen-year-old girl? My friend, my secret crush??" I became so furious that I grabbed one of Ugiz-zo's arms to push him off.

It nearly worked but thanks to his tentacles from his back (I forgot he had them) he used two of his claw tentacles to pin me back down.

"Sorry, we don't want you to leave to call for help..."

"OH! Don't tell me-" The silver sorrowfully metal robot turned one of his hands into a dart bullet and pointed it at me! "FUUUUUCK!!" I kicked Ugiz's gut, causing him to FINALLY get off of me! Completely! Then I hurriedly got myself up and ran to save Airis.

***

I was looking for her everywhere, but thanks to the trails of broken branches and Slaytrap's footprints... I know where they are... not yet... For some reason, a few minutes ago I felt sick... My head hurt and I felt weak but I kept running through... for twenty minutes.

"Ah!" I groaned in pain till I stopped to hold my gut. Why in God's name FUCK does my stomach suddenly ache?! "E-Eh... I can't stop... now," even though a couple of bricks are tumbling over me. "I must... rescue Airis..."

BANG!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"A-Airis!" Still holding my painful stomach I ran to the sound of her incredibly loud scream.

It doesn't sound pleasant at all. Slaytrap must have caught her, damn it!

Just as I arrived, I saw an enormous tree blocking Airis' path. She looked like she was in a state of shock, and Slaytrap had trapped her.

"Shit! Fuck! Shit!" I looked around for something to throw at until my eyes caught a rock and a long tree branch.

That's the only option, I guess.

Picking them up, I threw a grey hard rock at Slay's head and ran around him when he wasn't looking... I didn't think this through...

The strong dark blue leader of the TS turned back around and noticed me.

Me holding a branch in a defensive position in front of my crush.

He smirked sinisterly at me.

"You leave... her alone, Slaytrap!" I scolded him...

"You seem like you're dying," I didn't quite catch that.

"Oscar..." That was Airis.

"Yeah?" I turned my attention to the brown-haired girl, who looked very horrid... I grew even more confused than ever.

"W-What..?"

"I-I-I found this dart stuck to your shoulder..." She held up the dart that she was talking about. I couldn't think properly... Oh waitttttt... "OSCAR! YOU'VE BEEN POISONED BY UGIZ-OZ!!!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, I began coughing so hard that my throat hurt so terribly (possibly bleeding internally inside my throat, yet it's not out of my throat). My legs began to tremble to the rocky ground, roughly. Meanwhile, Airis knelt towards me and placed her creamy skin hand on my forehead. "Oh no! And you're heating up! A-A-And you're looking very pale!" She exclaimed to me.

After coughing, I couldn't say anything. I think coughing made me shut up. Seriously, I couldn't say anything.

A sinister laugh erupts from Slay's lips(?), causing both of us our attention.

"U91Z-0Z did an excellent job at shooting his prey without his victim noticing it or feeling a thing," I glared up at him and grabbed the branch again, getting up slowly... but tumbled back down which made me land on Airis' lap this time. Slay mock furthermore. "Trying to stand up for your friend, LeaderSkater?" Fuck him! "Not so useful to help her now, hehe. Are humans really that weak? I expected rather... differently," randomly, I felt two arms wrapped around my chest.

Straight away I knew it was Airis.

"I don't know why this is happening but this has gotten too far! YOU'RE KILLING MY FRIEND!" Airis screamed in rage.

The leader, of course, doesn't give a shit about her cries and keeps smirking, a heartless smirk.

"I am not the one who poisoned him, Snowy_Sky_Husky," Slay defined as he crossed his arms.

The next thing I know, the fucking dark of armour, octopus Emo dude showed up from the shadows... Well, the sun is already up.

"The others are coming, Slaytrap..." he told him, letting out a 'sad' sigh, even though Slay wasn't looking at him.

The leader nodded but didn't say anything to his teammate... I can't think of a better insult for those bastards!!

"Ugiz-oz does have the cure to help your friend,"- he faced the shorter teammate- "Show them the cure," and ordered him.

Ugiz rolled his eyes.

"Whatever..." and held up a small black bottle that was around his neck.

"... That's the cure? I thought that was just an accessory?"

"Now, if you agree to come with us, we'll help your friend, but if you don't..." The leader took a big step closer causing Airis to clench her grip around me even tighter (kind of hurts.) I can tell for sure she's getting timider than ever. Weakly, I held her hand. I'm surprised that I haven't passed out yet. "We'll take you away from him and leave him to rot and die! So I would suggest you make the decision quickly if I were you. I'm no patient bot,"

"Damn it! I can't believe it! We're... I know Airis too well, she's gonna accept it!" Her head faced down at me while my eyes looked at her, tiredly.

She's giving me the look of 'I don't know what to do.' There's no point... I don't know either...

WHOOSH!

Huh?

"W-Winter!?" Airis gasped in a very surprising and joyful tone.

When I look closer, it is indeed Winter... See? I knew he'd catch up... Although... I don't think he's able to help us...

The white and black-furred dog stood in front of us, protecting us... In an instant, I felt the girl moving back, pulling me along with her.

Then the rest of the group came- Uh oh, my vision is getting blurry!

"No! Not now!" I blinked a few times to see if I could see, but of course, it failed. The world is spinning around me. My eyes feel heavy. I guess this is it... I couldn't do anything about it so I closed my eyes...

Game over, I guess... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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detonizing · 1 year

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@roguesenses: from here!

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Fact: Izuku Midoriya’s head was not harder than a rock.

During their collision, which was the last thing he could remember, the rock claimed perfect victory by rendering its opponent unconscious. As to how Izuku managed to get in that situation with the usual peaceful rock...well. Lesson number one, do not ambush a dragon-raised human boy with magic. Lesson number two, if dragon boy said fuck off and want to fly away because he was still mad at you, perhaps let the guy do so. Do not attempt to hold onto the guy with your non-magical arms and get dragged off of the ground, then lose your grip and bonk your noggin on a rock.

Actually, some people in the villages may believe this order of lessons was wrong, and the real first lesson should be do not attempt to befriend dragon-raised human boys with magic in the first place.

“You are still here!” The one with a bump on his head was beaming, as if along with the concussion, the rock had gifted him something greater. Which in a way, it did. He tried to get up again, even though Katsuki was specifically trying to prevent that very thing just a second ago. “On that day, I was just going to meet you as always, and the reason for my delay was because there was this elderly grandmother by the side of the road, who was kicked by her ill-tempered donkey and needed help.” He blurted, speaking at incredible speed in case their time together would be cut short again. “I didn’t think anyone was following me. I don’t know how they did.” Izuku frowned, trying to think of more details, but his head was really pounding. “I would never try to hurt you or your family. Ever.”

He wanted to tell Deku to shut up. That he doesn’t want to hear any excuses. But the poet was already speaking too fast, his words spilling over each other in what was an obvious rush to get them all out before interrupted. The words painted a pretty picture. They threatened to soothe against something deep in Katsuki’s chest that has been aching for the past four years — but he couldn’t allow it to. He couldn’t trust the words this poet was speaking. He couldn’t, because if there was one thing he new about humans ( that he had learned before being taken in by dragons, back when he was still in his human village. this fact, that had stuck with him when almost all other knowledge had faded in time ) was that humans were not to be trusted. ( he had thought deku was an exception. this boy who ventured clumsily into the forest everyday, despite having no magic to protect him. that this boy who looked at dragons with brightness in his eyes, instead of fear. or anger. or greed. he thought maybe deku could be given trust. thought maybe deku could be accepted as safe )

But he was proven wrong, and his family had almost paid the price. It wasn’t a mistake he could afford ever again, but that doesn’t mean he had to keep staying away from Deku completely. It was obvious from their many days of chase that the human wasn’t going to give up in his pursuit, and with the idiot injured Katsiki didn’t exactly want to leave him lying here to die, either. “ Take me to the village. ” he settles on. After all, Katsuki was also human. There was nothing that said he couldn’t step foot in a human village. Surely navigating among humans couldn’t be too difficult. “ The human village has those doctors you mentioned, right? ” The concept of doctors were a peculiar thing. It made sense for there to be someone specialized in healing, he supposes. But he was used to the whole community coming together to heal their injured.

He stood, clearly not allowing room for any other course of action. He also chose not to respond to Deku’s seemingly apologetic words, not willing to accept ( nor deny ) the apology yet. He can’t believe ( yet ) in the promise Deku was so obviously wanting to make. About protecting. About loyalty. About keeping his family safe. They were pretty words. But he refuses to believe them when there was even a slight chance his family could end up in danger again. So for now he’ll keep an eye on Deku. If this turns into another trap, he’ll deal with the poet then. But at least this way his family wouldn’t be caught up in it.

“ Let’s go. ” He demands impatiently, before looking down at the human still on the ground. “ Or are you unable to move? ” He doesn’t bother to wait for a response before he’s picking the other up and over his shoulder, perhaps a bit more abruptly than someone with a head injury should be moved. But Katsuki wanted to get to the village now that he decided to, and the human was still babbling on the ground like an idiot. “ Point in the right direction. I’ll take you to the human doctor since you are too slow. ”

#aweoinawe this is also cross dimensional payback for wish izuku just casually wrapping himself around katsuki and saying go #roguesenses #fantasy au tbt #roguesenses || 02 #·∴∵✷ [ QUEUE ]

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Platonic friendship thing but gender neutral reader helping out Trey in the kitchen just to be nice. Trey was probably sly enough to make them something on the sly as a thanks.

I am gonna use some context from Ruggies Kiss the Cook fic too (as in ur foraging for food)

Baking with Trey

Trey was always a sweet person, the dad of the dorm essentially. When you first arrived and explained to him that you simply weren't from this world and were summoned with nothing but the clothes on your back, Trey was the only one that seemed to be sympathetic.

As others mocked the fact that you don't seem to know much about the world around you, Trey helped to educate. When you couldn't get basic hygiene products, the vice-housewarden was there to offer you some toothpaste and brush. It was a small gesture but one you very much appreciated at the time.

He never mocked you. He never laughed at you. He joked with you. He treated you like an equal. It was nice to be treated as a person for once rather than the schools and headmage's punching bag. It was no wonder why you became fast friends

"Would you like to help me bake a few tarts for the next unbirthday party? I know you are quite good in the kitchen."

This was… unexpected… Though you have been friends for a good while you never expected Trey of all people to ask you to bake with him.

Then again you suppose it was only a matter of a time until he asked you, baking with others appears to be Trey's love language. It just felt so out of the blue.

The minute you got the text you started preparing. It would be rude not to bring something.

A small bag of flour you made yourself, sugarcane from the overgrown greenhouse deep in the woods, a few wild berries you picked from bushes. Just like that, you were on your way.

The Heartstabyul dorm welcomed you with bushes upon bushes of roses all freshly painted red. Your footsteps were silent, careful. Not a sound came out as you made your way into the kitchen.

You stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching Trey prepare for your arrival. He was so focused on the task at hand (and you were also quiet). A clearing of your throat gets the man to perk up.

"Ah, you're already here! Please give me a heads up next time you do that…"

As eyes closed and crinkled as he gave a nervous and boyish grin, eyebrows in their signature position as he let out a sigh. When Trey's eyes open again he notices your arms filled with ingredients.

"Oh, what's this? You didn't have to bring these, I had the ingredients already– Still, thank you…"

Kneading dough, rolling out crust, mashing wild berries, and small flour fights ensued in the kitchen. The conversation was nice. It has been a while since you've had such great company.

Light conversation flowed out of you both, from 'how was your days' to 'how are you feelings' were exchanged softly between playful flicks of flour and sneaking bites. On occasion, Trey would catch you and bonk you on the head with a wording spoon while softly scolding you.

Baking bread, pies, and desserts were one thing. Pastries were another kind of hell. Trey makes a good teacher though. Guiding your hands and explaining what you needed to do clearly, even demonstrating a few times.

Before you know it, all the baking is done. You couldn't help but feel just a little tired afterward from the heat of the kitchen to all the mixing you needed to do. As Trey slips all of the pastries into the oven you sit down on one of the asymmetrical chairs near the counter.

You close your eyes, leaning your head on your hand. Trey grabs a stool and sits next to you. The green-haired man was such a comfort to be around and a sweetheart. A few dad jokes and inquiries (and lectures) about your health both physical and mental later you hear a small ding.

With Trey, you unload and begin to store all the baked goods for tomorrow's unbirthday party and it is soon time to go, much to your disappointment. You hope you can do this again soon. Trey is one of the only ones that were nice off the bat unlike everyone else. It was nice being able to talk to someone or to talk to someone that wouldn't talk down at you.

The scent of strawberry under your nose snaps you out of your thoughts and you see Trey in front of you with a small box in his hand, the other pushing up his glasses.

"This is for you, you did help after all."

A quick peek showed a few tarts and a pie within.

"I know of your situation with food and Crowley. I imagine you don't get many sweets? If you ever need some more let me know, I'll make you something."

In that moment you knew that this was a man you were proud to call a friend. Finally, after so long of being mistreated and ignored, you had a friend of your own, and you will cherish it.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #gender neutral

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Since the holidays are fast approaching, I was wondering if maybe you could write something around how the Akatsuki might celebrate Christmas? They are their own dysfunctional family, after all. XD

Lord have mercy, Christmas with the Akatsuki would undoubtedly be chaos. I’m so in.

Grinch

Kisame x Reader if you squint

All Akatsuki members featured

No warnings, only crackish, holiday spirit and fluff.

Kakuzu’s stitched face knotted into a firm scowl as his narrowed eyes fell upon the heap of sticky, crumpled receipts piled haphazardly atop his meticulously organized ledgers and logs. With a low growl rolling in his chest, he carefully unfolded the mess, twisting his face in annoyance as what felt like wet, melted candy stuck to his fingers when he flattened the papers. As he scanned item after item listed upon the ridiculous number of rumpled ribbons, the throbbing vein in his temple began to pulse rapidly with growing irritation. Ornaments, candycanes, wrapping paper, sprinkles, sugar, scissors –

“What the hell is this?” he snarled in disbelief as the collection of inane, expensive things seemed to ladder on endlessly down the crinkled lengths of white. He thumbed past line after line of this and that until he reached the signature scrawled at the bottom.

Tobi.

Of course it was Tobi.

Gathering the collection of sweet-smelling papers in a shaking fist, Kakuzu growled under his breath as he stomped his way out of his office and down the hall, projecting an aura of steaming malice as he approached the shared living space situated centrally in their base.

Perched precariously upon Kisame’s shoulders and cradling a glittery star in your hands as the giant leaned around the limbs of a fir tree much too large for a room of this size, you turned your head upon feeling the force of thunderous steps trudging ominously closer.

Zetsu’s face popped out from between rustling branches, contorted in curiosity. “What’s that?”

Uh oh.

“Uh, Tobi? Did you talk to Kakuzu about all of this before you went shopping?” you called out with a nervous tilt to your voice as you searched for the owner of the spikey hair and orange mask who had magically procured the plethora of objects littering the room.

“No, why?” his bright voice sang from the kitchen.

“This ought to be good,” Deidara snickered to Sasori, standing off to the side of the tree together with glasses of eggnog in hand as he flicked a bit of blond hair out of his face with a knowing hum.

From his perch on the couch behind you, Hidan howled with laughter, the rough motion nearly shaking the fluffy santa hat from his head. He clutched his sides and nearly lost his drink as he cackled maniacally. “Oh, buddy. You fucked up.”

Konan just blinked quietly as her origami figurines danced upon the coffee table at which she sat, slowly turning her attention to the mountain of rage approaching the group.

“TOBI.” Kakuzu’s voice boomed through the room, rattling the paper decorations that hung from the ceiling. Little stars and cartoon reindeer spun from their strings and shook from the force of the roar escaping the Akatsuki’s grouchiest member. “What the hell is all of this shit?” Kakuzu snapped, shaking the fistful of crumpled receipts in the object of his rage’s direction.

“Christmas decorations, silly! I went shopping,” Tobi declared with a smile in his voice as he peeked out from around a pillar separating the kitchen from the living room. He watched with an unflappable air of cheer about him while the bounty hunter stalked ever closer to where he stood, clearly flaring with growing anger.

“C’mon, Kakuzu. Don’t be such a grinch,” Hidan taunted with a mischievous smirk, choking back laughter as he climbed from his seat on the couch. In a daring display, he placed his own santa hat on his partner’s head. “Show a little holiday spirit.” Kakuzu’s eyebrow twitched as the little white poof on the end of the hat swung forward and bonked his nose, causing his eyes to laser dangerously onto Hidan’s grinning mug. “Now, all you need is the beard.”

“Hidan–”

“But Kakuzu, we had to decorate,” Tobi insisted cheerfully. “Y/N-chan would have been so sad if we didn’t do anything again this year!”

You swallowed hard, eyes widening as Kakuzu’s intense gaze snapped onto your face. Kisame’s stifled laughter below shook through your body as he helped you down from his shoulders and set you on the floor, knowing what you very much wanted to do next. Words escaped you momentarily until you managed to squeak out a reply as you ducked behind Kisame, clutching the glittery star to your chest. “I–Konan was just going to make some paper decorations… I didn’t think–”

“You didn’t think that Tobi was foolish enough to steal the company card and go on a goddamn shopping spree?” Kakuzu snapped.

“It’s just a little harmless fun, Kakuzu,” Itachi’s calm, smooth voice drifted in from the kitchen where he was in the midst of baking his third batch of cookies with Tobi. “Pein said there was room in the budget for a little celebration.”

“Here, try one of these!” Tobi chirped, interrupting the swelling sea of perturbed energy radiating from the testy bookkeeper. He plucked a smiling gingerbread man from the cooling rack on the counter and bounced over to present it to a frighteningly quiet Kakuzu.

With a snarl, Kakuzu snatched the cookie from Tobi’s gloved hand, eyeing it suspiciously for a beat before biting off its head and chewing angrily. To his surprise, it was actually delicious. He grunted in annoyance, stuffing the receipts back into his pocket as he stalked over to the couch and sat in Hidan’s seat, continuing to silently dismember the hapless confection in stewing silence.

“What’s in those cookies, Itachi?” Kisame cackled.

Itachi just hummed with a slight smirk, adjusting his apron as he turned back to the oven without another word. The room devolved into fits of giggles and roaring laughter as Kakuzu made a quiet demand for a second sugary sacrifice. Stifling your own laughter and secure in the notion that Christmas was saved, you tapped Kisame’s arm to get his attention, prompting him to hoist you back onto his shoulders to place the crowning gem atop the Akatsuki’s tree as Pein watched on from the hallway with a bag of gifts slung carefully over his shoulder and a quiet smile playing on his lips.

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