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echantedtoon · 6 months

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Phone Call

(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!: First of all, warning for Wally tripping and falling down the stairs. Secondly, Welcome Home and Wally Darling do not belong to me. They belong to partycoffin. This is partially based on the audio someone did of Wally falling down the stairs made by james.80085 on tiktok. Please support both the original content creators.

This fandom has a grip on me but I don't feel like writing a whole bunch for it since I have other projects so all I'm doing is this simple oneshot with GN reader. Take as platonic or romantic. You're choice. Just know this is based on the idea of a Muppet au which is basically humans live alongside living Puppets.)

Once upon a time-

"...No. That won't work. How many stories have started with 'Once upon a time' anyways? It needs to be original."

The sound of a crumpled up paper soon after hit the wall.

Once in a land far, far away-

"...Nah. It sounds like the start of a fairytale. And this episode doesn't revolve around any fairytales so an opening like this wouldn't make any sense to start with."

A crumpled wad of paper gracefully flew through the air before bouncing off the opposite wall and landing with a couple thuds until it stopped just a few inches away from the first one. Both of which missed the trash Bin standing no more than a few inches away from them. Surely a waste of both paper and space but right now you couldn't care less. Too busy with trying to write the next episode's darn script. Not that anyone was really giving you any hands to help, even though there was a certain someone who was SUPPOSED to be! That little blueberry pompadour wearing banana was going to be in BIG trouble if he didn't show up soon to go over this script with you!

"Maybe we should start off by the camera zooming into a storybook that opens up?"...You shook your head. "That's just the fairytale start again but a different way. UGH!!" Papers flew off the desk and onto the floor, pens shook, and a thud sound echoed throughout the small office as your head collided into the desk in frustration. "Write us a new start they said. We've already had Wally painting as the opener too many times they said. You're a script writer so it should be easy for you to come up something in a week they said. Wally agreed to help you they said. 'No problem' he said!" Your head lifted up as a scowl presented itself on your face. "Well then where the heck IS he!? He couldn't even have the heart to call first-"

As if the universe was making fun of you, a rather loud sound coming from the right side of your desk rang out. That high pitched RRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG echoing throughout the small quiet office and starling you into almost falling out of your chair and onto the floor along with the many small crumpled up papers, but luckily your hands grabbed hold on the desk and stopped you from wobbling and ultimately falling off and onto the floor. Blinking your eyes. ...What the- RRRIIIINNNGGG!!! The ringing came again after a few seconds of silence making your head snap over to the small electronic device set onto the right side of the desk. It went silent when you looked but sure enough two seconds later- RRRRIIIINNNGGG!!! The phone moved with the loud ringing noises.

Someone was calling you.

You blinked again before scowling and your eyes glanced to a clock mounted just above you on the wall. It was nearly noon!! And not only that! Most of the week's gone by without any help!! It made your annoyance grow, even after you grabbed the phone effectively making it stop ringing, and you held it up to your head as normal.

"Y/n's office." You had to restrain yourself from hissing that through your teeth in your annoyance.

"Hel-Lo.~" A male voice cooed from the other side of the phone and you froze upon realization. "Hello, Neighbor.~ Wonderful weather we have today, but I've noticed you've been stuck in that silly stuffy office lately."

....Oh that wise guy-

Your face deadpanned and your grip lightly tightened on the phone. "Gee. I wonder why? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" A hand gestured at the mess of papers. "The script for the newest episode is due in a few days and you were supposed to come over to help me pick an opening for it!"

"Hm?" The man's voice hummed genuinely confused for a moment before letting out a little gasp of realization. "Oh! So that's what I've forgotten. My apologies! You see most of the week I've had this string wrapped around my finger because I knew I forgot something but I couldn't remember what. It's a good thing Poppy mentioned I should give you a call for whatever reason."

You wanted to facepalm SO badly. "WELL since you remember NOW, WHEN can you free up some time to get here!"

"Um. That might be a little bit of a problem. You see. I've been rehearsing the script we do have-"

"And you've gotten the whole script instead of the opening right?"

"Yes! Gee, you catch on fast. I was so confused on why we didn't just start with the opening, and I discovered because you hadn't written it in yet." Gee. You wondered WHY. "I don't think it's too much of a problem."

"That's because you're not the one who's writing it. I AM."

"Why not just start with someone else?"

Your mind blanked for a moment. "....What?"

"It's simple really. For example just start with...Hmm. Let's say with Howdy bagging groceries and then the camera turns to the door and make it as if the viewer walks out the door and then down the street to where I'll be stationed! I think the kids would love being able to see part of the Neighborhood before the adventure starts."

Your mind still bluescreened as the silence continued on your half of the line and after about seven seconds another hum from the man on the other end came.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? You came up with a good opening in a few seconds, where I've been struggling for the last four days!"

A chuckle from the other end made you flush in both annoyance and embarrassment. "I'm sure you would've come up with something just a good, but I'm glad I could help."

Well..at least you had an idea of what to write now, you just had to write it out and make sure to give a copy to the Director later, and give a mention to Howdy about the use of his store front. With a sigh, you felt some of the annoyance leave your body.

"Well, that's taken cared of at least. But where are you right now? I haven't seen you all day."

"The third floor." You paused. "There was a few new sets being painted and they wanted some insight on them! They all look very beautiful."

"...You could've just come downstairs and taken twenty minutes to help me out with this!," you ended up lightly yelling not that the puppet man seemed too bothered about it really, "I'm literally one floor under you."

"Well I am using the wall phone right next to the stairs," he answered giving a hum. "So you're going with the idea of Howdy's shop?"

"Most likely. It sounds like a good idea."

"Thank you. Oh. Speaking of Howdy's-..A funny thing happened the other day." He continued to ramble on as you sighed. "He had this shipment of apples, so I asked him if I could have a few. He said if I wanted one so bad, I could just drive down to the grocery store since last time I took the whole stack. And I said if you were going to eat all of those apples, you might as well share. Hahaha!''

Despite the annoyance you felt, you couldn't help rolling your eyes and sighing, but smiling afterwards. Puppet humor wasn't the funniest thing in the world to you, but little kids loved his jokes whatever they may be, and it did make you have some form of a small smile on your face.

"Are you smiling?~ I think I feel a smile on the other end of the line," you heard his voice coo and immediately your face burst red in embarrassment.

"What!? No. A-Absolutely not! *ahem* But it was good to finally hear from you. Just be sure next time you don't forget about any important meetings."

"Oh, hey! That also reminds me. I have a date with Jul-"

Unfortunately he never got to finish his sentence because you jumped when what sounded like a wooden thump call from the other side of the line followed by-...A cartoony slip noise?"

"Uh oh-"

"Mr. Darli-"

You also didn't have a chance to answer as a loud BANG from above made you jump from your chair and look up to the ceiling as what sounded like a decently sized object started to noisily fall down the stairs from the third floor AAAAALLLLL the way down to the second floor where you were at. Bang! Bam! Bum! Thud! Crash! And repeat! Meanwhile your ear was assaulted by a pained voice-

"OW- What the-!? AH!! EEEEEEYY-"

And other sputterings as the noises down the stairs above you continued until with a final CRASH noise, you heard a-....Cartoony symbol bang noise? That signaled the end of the assault of noises and then silence came from everywhere, only broken when a low groan of pain exited the phone.

"Mr. Darling! Are you alright?!"

"I-...I think I broke everything," his voice came through the other side of the phone obviously sore from the rough ride down.

You winced and cringed a little bit imagining the descend down. "Would you like me to bring you an ice pack?"

"You..better make it a couple, Sweetheart."

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #wally welcome home #wally x y/n #wally x reader #wally x you #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home x reader #Wally Darling #wally darling welcome home #welcome home arg

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mekochansblog · 1 year

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My little angel

Five Hargreaves x reader

- this takes place in season two when the whole family falls in Dallas. not related to any of the one-shots, some of the scenes are changed for the sake of this.

warnings: slight cursing, pregnancy.

You knew you were holding Five's hand when everyone decided to teleport (more like time travel) away from the apocalypse. When you did land (more like crashed) on the ground, you weren't around anyone. You looked up where the portal still was, but nothing until someone hit down next to you, (it turns out it was Klaus that landed next to you.) When you did get your vision back, it was to Klaus shaking you. You groan, your head hurting from the crash landing you had and Klaus crashing next to you. "Y/N, get up! Do you know where we are?" You slowly got up with the help of Klaus and looked around. It looked familiar to you, but you couldn't place it. So you shook your head and shrugged your shoulders.

"Where's Five?" Klaus said, but not to you.

"huh?" said Ben, but only Klaus could hear him.

"Five! Diego! Allison!"

Ben looked around, "Where is everyone?" He said.

Klaus also looked around, "Oh, they're gone. They're gone, like a fart in the wind." So you decided to use your powers to see Ben since you knew you didn't only land with Klaus. Once you knew your abilities were working, you saw Ben walking away and going to a trash can. You looked at him with disgust but decided to walk where he was.

"Klaus gets over here," Ben said since Klaus was trying to talk to a man walking by. So you decided to roam around zoning them out. Just then, a lady walked past you with her baby in her hands while what you assumed was her husband was talking to her. You felt a pang in my chest when you saw them walk passed by. It made you miss Five., You subconsciously grabbed your slight belly.

"Y/N Y/N, we are in the 60s!" Klaus said, running to you.

Your eyes widen, "What the fuck did you say?! The 1960s?! Oh, when I see Five, I'm going to murder him! I'm pregnant, for fucks sake!" Your eyes widened, and you slowly turned to Klaus and Ben, who looked at you with wide eyes.

"You're pregnant?!" You slowly nodded; even though you and Five were in your early 20′s and married didn't mean you weren't scared of what he would think when he saw you, who knows when. Ben whispered something to Klaus, and they both nodded; Klaus gave you a reassuring smile and a much-needed hug.

"Don't worry, Y/N, me and Benny boy will help you with everything until we see Five, okay?" So you chuckled and hugged him back, glad you landed with them and not alone.

"Okay, Klaus and Ben, thank you."

~~~~~~~~ 3 years later~~~~~~~

"Mommy, mommy looks pretty flower," You giggled at your 3-year-old Evangeline. After Klaus used Ben to get money and start a cult, you all decided to stay together. You eventually had your baby Evangeline on October 31st, 1960. Klaus was ecstatic to have a niece around. You all traveled the world for the past three years and are now in California. So you decided to stay by the cars since whatever Klaus was doing looked boring. So the next thing you know, you see Klaus running to you, screaming about starting the vehicle. So you quickly grabbed Evangeline and turned on the car. So you slammed your door, and he ran to the driver's seat, promptly turned it on, and speeded away.

"Klaus, where the hel-heck are we going? What about your cult?"

He dismissed you with his hand and said, "Back to Dallas." So you just sighed and gave Lina (Evangeline had many nicknames) an apple for the road. So this will be a long ride.

It was a long ride, and the car came out of nowhere and stopped working. While Klaus and Ben, since you knew he had to follow Klaus, went outside to 'investigate,' you turned around to look at my little angel. She was distracted by the little flower you gave her in the middle of the road. You smiled at her and just looked back to see Klaus and Ben on the ground fighting, but to anyone else; it would look like-

"Mommy, why is Klausy fighting himself?" You sighed like he was fighting the air. So you turned to her and chuckled.

"Oh, you know your uncle Klaus is always funny." She also giggled and just started telling me a story one of the cult members told her. Eventually, Klaus told us (Mainly you) that we would be walking. You looked at Klaus.

"I hope you know this is your fault." Klaus gulped and nodded his head. We eventually found a small pub/bar in the middle of nowhere.

You looked around and looked at Klaus with an 'are you serious face. You rolled my eyes at your brother-in-law and walked to an empty table to relax with Angel on your hip. You turned when you heard Klaus mention something about showtime. You sighed and rubbed your temples; he was summoning Ben for everyone to see. The next thing you knew, Klaus had Lina in his hands while telling you to run since he had your kid; of course, you ran.

"Shit, which one?"

"Language, Klaus!"

"Sorry, sorry, Y/N!" Klaus turned on the truck with Lina on his lap, so you grabbed her and put the seatbelt around both of yall, and he stepped on the pedal so you guys could finally leave. Then, once yall were far from the pub/bar, you smacked Klaus.

"Wha- y- y/n wait- wait, I'm sorry, okay, sorry, but it was the only way to get back to Dallas without walking." You huffed but knew he was right about that. So who knows when yall will return to Dallas walking on foot? You just turned your head, held Lina, and took a nap.

You woke Lina and yourself with the sound of the police sirens. They stopped Klaus and you since HE stole the guy's truck. Then, while arresting Klaus, the policeman looked at Lina and you and smiled politely. "Are you by any chance his wife?"

You shook your head, "No, officer, he's my brother-in-law; we were heading back to Dallas. I never knew how he got the truck.

He nodded his head and told you he could take me back home. You shook your head and took a peek at Klaus. He just nodded, saying he would be fine since he would have Ben with him.

"I'll visit you, okay?" He smiled and shook his head while the policeman took you to the other car and started driving you to Klaus's mansion. Once yall got there, you thanked the man and walked inside. Lina was asleep while you were holding her. You opened the door, went to the many rooms yall had and lay her in them. You looked at your beautiful daughter and just saw her father on her. She got her dark brown hair from Five and her stunning emerald eyes from him. You lightly giggle; she looks nothing like you, yet, she got your attitude with a mixture of her father. You fell asleep next to your little Evangeline.

You woke up in the morning and decided to go to the garden to grow fruits, vegetables, and anything to eat. It has been two years since Klaus chose to roam around the world for his cult. Once everything appeared, you grabbed what was needed and went to the kitchen to make Lina and yourself something to eat before visiting her 'Klausy,' as she calls him. Once you guys finished your breakfast and changed into cute matching outfits, yall started your journey to the police building to get your brother-in-law out of jail. Once you walked in with Lina holding one of your hands, you went straight to the front counter. You smile politely.

"Hi, I'm here for Klaus Hargreeves?" The officer looked you up and down, not noticing Lina holding your hand (more like two of your fingers). He smiled at me and leaned forward while you leaned back.

"Sure. Is he your brother or something?"

You faked a smile and just said, "Brother-in-law or something." So he leaned back and told you why he was there and how much bail it would be. So you took out the cash you needed and gave it to him. He huffed and just told another officer to let Klaus go. When you turned around, you saw someone you thought you wouldn't notice.

"Allison?"

Allison turned around and saw you and ran and hugged you.

"Y/N, I thought- you're here. Oh, I missed everyone. When- when did you get here?" You laughed and pulled away since Lina was tugging on your hand. So you bent down and carried her. Allison saw Lina, and her eyes widened.

"You- you have a baby? Since when? Is she.." You laughed and nodded,

"Yeah, she's all Five's kid, she acts like him too sometimes, which scares me, but this is Evangeline; she just turned three not too long ago." Lina looked at Allison, gave her a shy smile, and hid her face on your shoulder. Then a question popped into your head.

"Alli, why are you here?" She looked down and explained what had happened to her husband, which surprised you since you didn't expect her to be married. So your face went serious, and you turned to the policeman and stated.

"I would like to pay the bail for Raymond Chestnut." The policeman looked at you with wide eyes and started stuttering, probably going to tell you a bullshit excuse.

"Did I stutter, sir? I don't need an excuse; I want to pay the bail for Raymond Chestnut now!"

The policeman stuttered and called for another policeman to get him out. You turned to Allison, and she looked at you with wide eyes. You turned a bit and saw Klaus and Raymond talking about what you had heard about rivers. You met them halfway and hugged Klaus while squishing Lina. You all said your goodbyes when you all decided to meet up another day and not with your brother-in-law or husband in the middle of jail. Klaus, Lina, Ben, and you walked to the mansion. You have already made it look like you guys never moved out. While walking, you suddenly remembered Lina and decided to bake a cake for when Klaus (and, of course, Ben) would return from jail, which you had forgotten all about. So you asked Lina if she wanted to go and buy a cake instead. She nodded her head, and you told Klaus you both were going to the café shop close by to buy something to start heading home. Then, once you walked to the café, you sat on their little island next to a woman and man talking.

"When you were a baby, you were bought by an eccentric billionaire. He raised you in an elite academy with six other siblings with extraordinary powers, but in 2019, to avoid the apocalypse, we jumped into a vortex and ended up being scattered throughout the timeline in Dallas, Texas. Any questions?"

You almost dropped your mug of coffee that you ordered and turned around to where the man had his back to you and turned the man around. He looked annoyed that someone disrupted him from talking, but he also froze once he saw it was you.

"Y/N, is that you?" You smiled at him and grabbed his face, giving him a kiss you have missed since you landed.

"I've missed you ever since I landed." He gave you one of his loving gazes and kissed you on the forehead. Lina started making a fuss, so you grabbed her and put her on your lap. Five looked at her and saw the resemblance. He pointed at her, then himself, and you just nodded. He laughed and hugged both of his girls.

"Her name is Evangeline, or Lina or-"

"Angel." So he grabbed her like the pro that he was at almost everything; Lina let him feel the same warmth she felt with you.

"Finally, my little angel, we meet."

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #five x y/n #number five #tua #y/n #aidan gallagher #five hargreaves #five umbrella academy #five x reader #mekochansblog #mekochan

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lilywily143 · 25 days

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LIVE BLOG EPISODE 7

I'm was on discord for the hype but I had to leave for this!!!

Also just... anxiety is getting to me... heh... my stomach hurts... heh

The people on discord btw are having fun with screenshot editing

HEHEHEH 2 minutes!!

GAH NEW INTRO?!

The audio... isn't here...; oh no my headhones; there we go

also castel church!

chained sentinals?!

that looks like a president banner??

people... HAHAHHAHA WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THE HATS ON THE HUMASN?!

NORI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHES GONNA COME!!!

Chambers got the wrong suit heheh

OOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THE SHADOWSA??A??A?A

NORI NORI NORI IS PRETTY

oooooooooooooo

Nori no come back

YEVA!!!

woah a USB criest!

so that's the teaser thing...?

NORI STOP BEING CREEPY

LET ME SEE MY BOI N please...

woah its just cool

LOVKERS YEVA IS PLAYING A GAME

YEVA SPEAK PLEASE

SHe looks tired...

woah shes pretty looking

oh nori....

yeva why can't she go in?

my heart hurts... why why

oh blood stuff

oh lord

THIS IS SO FREAKY

GAH the teaser skelyton

OOOOOOO!!!!!

.....solver voice....

WOAH WHAH WHAT THE SOLVER CORE?!?!? with... kitty headphones.. Uzi?

or Yeva.....? wait doll???

what is this... core.. its pretty pink?

THE ELEVATER YES YES WE ARE BACK

n.......

N my no wants V back... he's so mad.....

uzi no she's scared.....

shut up Tessa......

n no

.....n please let her come....

N NO DONT FIGHT

no no no no no

NULL

NO PLEASE

uzi...>!!!!

GOD DAMN IT WHYYYY

LIZZY!!!! THAD!!!!! NEW VOICE ACTERS?!?!?!??! OOOOOOOOO!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH

Thad you got awesome

V?!?!

WAIT J?!?!?!??!?!?!? i paused, it's J

oh N.....

no his arm......

ouch no YOU DONT DESERVE TO CUT YOUR ARM

V NO NO NOT THIS SOLVER

THE CUT OFF SCREAM HE HAD TO A FUCKING MEME?!?!?!?

uzi......

more nori...

my chest hurtsss.gore gore gore gore gore oger

tail buddy!

oof N that's a lot of oil

......huh?! personaliy

CYN NO PLEASE

WAIT DID N HEL..... H MY GOD.....

this is... scary.....

the death of earth.......

N no.. UZI ADMIN

GAHHHHH NO PLEASE N!!!!

necklace....

wing time for uzi

my chest is gonna murder me....

she's cute..

gah the flesh hole with bones

THE computer the solver core was at!

uzi is gonna see the thing.....

these whisper sounds....

uzi Uzi.....

N NO

OH FUCK N PLEASE

the solver core

are you stupid or something?" Oh yeah" N pleaseee

also I fucking love the voice for this solver core, they are reminding me of the J core I made for one of my au's

this animated well

Uzi's dad?! WAIT THE CORE CALLED KHAN A CUNT?!?!? what did I mishear

oh that clover is freaky

LHBSDIJK:NLJ :NSLDABVSJKNO NONONONONONN THE SOLVER CORE IS NORI!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS EEEEEEEEEE

lizzy and Thad! they sounds like dorks ehheheh

J!!! she's gone....

lizzy and Thad do something cool

KHAN!!!!!!!!

HE IS USING HER RAIL GUN MY HEART YES YES YESSSSS

nightcore... heh

khan no don't kill the murder drones....... please

woah the lockers TESSA

well she has... a human arm at least. she could still fake it

what did- oh got explosion

she alsom't looked away from it fully like a cool gal

DOLL!!!

doll be okay

OH GOSH SOLVER EYE DOLL THATS GROSS DOLL DON'T DIE.....

woah

doll pleaseeeeee

tessa gone...

whats gonna.... footsteps! SOVER

SOLVER NOOO

huh?!

YEVA!!! back to flashbacks!!

nori are you okay now

bye chambers

nori? are you okay

aww they....

and there goes earth

N...

his little claps

oh no UZI UZI PLEASE SHE WAS NO NO

doll.....????

thats so much oil......

Doll please....oh god

'fight back'

TESSA!?!

nori and n interacting is nice

N I love you

UZI GOT IT FROM NORI THE BITE ME

YES YES TESSA WAS SOLVER

STOP HURTING USI TESSA PLEASE!!!!

tessa was solver.........

MY GOD!!!

N you did amazing

N you're X eye...

Uzi... oh no....

blush blush!

uzi NO SHE BROKE IT

SOLVER NO DON'T CALL HIM BROTHER

NORI CORE?! YESSSSSS

YES YES YES

HEHEHEHHEHEHEH Grounded.... solver...

n...... no

@the-maria-afton YOU LIAR THIS N AND UZI FIGHT IS HURTING ME MORE THAN THE BROKEN HAND /lh

N oh no...... don;t chop her

UZI REGENERATED

again, I love this nori and N interaction

Uzi please be okay...

NNNNNN!!!!!! NOOOO

UZI SHE

this lack of any noise......

N I SWEAR

OH MY LORD WHAT WAS MY LAUGH?!?!!??! I SOUNDED LIKE I DIED FROM LACK OF OVYGEN I WAS JUST "haaaaaaaaa'

N painted love hearts and a goofy message in oild

oooo okay I'm gonna stay paused for a second to breathe that joke more than anything need me to take a breather, what the hell....

uzi!!!

uzi they are screaming HAHHAHAHAH

i loved that

oh God the Tessa helmet....

what.... oh shit.....

that was gross TESSA

SOLVER TRUE FORM!?!??! PLEAASEEE>!>!>

oh God wait it took Doll's body...

OH GOSH WHOAH

S?@?!??!?!

oooooo!!

what the voicses

A HUMAN DESIGN!!!!

I LOVE THIS DESIGN!!!

WOAHHHHHHH THE LIGHTSS

Cabin fever....

woah my god

J IS HERE almost

she's pretty.... SCHOOL BUS AHAHHAHA

there go the keys, she mad

THAD KHAN LIZZY!!! DON'T KILL J!!!!

oh no....

N UZI!!!!

she stabbed herself for him.....

the keys heh

UZI NO!!!!!!!

Die mad DON'T SAY THAT UZI

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WE DID NOT FUCKING END TO ANOTHER FALL

Uzi Uzi please where are yuo

WHAT THE FRICK?!?!?!??!?!??!?!

THAT LOOKS PRETTY

#lilywily post #murder drones #MD ep 7 #live blog #murder drones episode 7 #MD spoilers

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aquaquadrant · 2 months

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hey aqua, i'm here to ramble about your stupidly amazing au that's got me bouncing off the walls between chapters being posted

firstly, i put all the fics in a doc (because you know, I gotta keep track of what i've read and haven't read, and it's totally not because i want to save it forever and pass it on to my grandchildren)

the doc contains the warnings, summaries, a/n's and everything in between but i wouldn't think it would make a huge difference to the 100K WORDCOUNT

so here is is, the horrifying word count that is honestly longer than most actual published novels and the amount of pages, which to be honest, would be larger if this was actually printed in book size (font size proportionately to the page size), to which the page number would be.... too much, honestly. even I don't want to calculate that and i'm insane

now i assume you knew all this already, since you probably have also been writing this in a google doc to keep track of it, but then again docs slows down dramatically under 397 pages of brainrot-inducing writing so i dont expect you to be using it too often. if you are, congratulations and have a gold star

it's more of i'm collecting useless bits of information like this to show to whoever has read the series, because it's so good, it's so ridiculously amazing, and it so could be turned into a book if someone tried hard enough and i need people to back me up

heck, it's written so much better compared to most novels, it's just that good. i even turn to it when i don't feel like writing. i read it, and then through some miracle, i have all the writing talent and motivation in the world, seemingly having absorbed it from your work.

tldr: htpau is amazing. if you haven't read it you should read it. and it's that good that it literally could be a book. zero exaggeration. (can you tell that this thought has kept me awake many nights)

now hopefully you weren't too baffled to see such a long ask in your inbox, and hopefully you don't question me, as someone who hasn't read a proper novel in years, who has basically reread every chapter once or twice basically as soon as it comes out

i don't need therapy, i need more of your writing. (because hels no does chapter nine end like this) ba dum tss

and then, i leave you, with a gold star and many thanks ⭐

HAGAJDHJA HOLY SHIT

i do use google docs but i make a new one for every chapter for the reason u mentioned, once they’re past a certain page count it gets real slow and i don’t have the patience for that. so uh yeah, i don’t think i ever bothered to calculate the total running word count. it’s not the longest fic i’ve ever written, and i don’t think it will be by the time i finish it, but that’s definitely a NOT INSIGNIFICANT number of words, goddamn.

someone did bind one of my fics into an actual hard cover book once, just for their own personal use. man, that was sick. now i don’t think i’d ever try to alter a fic of mine to actually publish it, cuz so much of what i write hinges too much on the original content, but fan-bindings are A-OKAY so long as i get to see pics :3

anyway, no worries about the long ask, i love hearing from u guys. i’m flattered u went thru the trouble of consolidating it and i’m glad ur enjoying the au!

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

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hazbinextgeneration · 1 year

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Phone Call

(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!: First of all, warning for Wally tripping and falling down the stairs. Secondly, Welcome Home and Wally Darling do not belong to me. They belong to Partycoffin. This is partially based on the audio someone did of Wally falling down the stairs made by james.80085 on tiktok. Please support both the original content creators.

Once upon a time-

"...No. That won't work. How many stories have started with 'Once upon a time' anyways? It needs to be original."

The sound of a crumpled up paper soon after hit the wall.

Once in a land far, far away-

"...Nah. It sounds like the start of a fairytale. And this episode doesn't revolve around any fairytales so an opening like this wouldn't make any sense to start with."

Someone was calling you.

"Y/n's office." You had to restrain yourself from hissing that through your teeth in your annoyance.

....Oh that wise guy-

You wanted to facepalm SO badly. "WELL since you remember NOW, WHEN can you free up some time to get here!"

"Um. That might be a little bit of a problem. You see. I've been rehearsing the script we do have-"

"And you've gotten the whole script instead of the opening right?"

"That's because you're not the one who's writing it. I AM."

"Why not just start with someone else?"

Your mind blanked for a moment. "....What?"

Your mind still bluescreened as the silence continued on your half of the line and after about seven seconds another hum from the man on the other end came.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? You came up with a good opening in a few seconds, where I've been struggling for the last four days!"

A chuckle from the other end made you flush in both annoyance and embarrassment. "I'm sure you would've come up with something just a good, but I'm glad I could help."

"Well, that's taken cared of at least. But where are you right now? I haven't seen you all day."

"The third floor." You paused. "There was a few new sets being painted and they wanted some insight on them! They all look very beautiful."

"Well I am using the wall phone right next to the stairs," he answered giving a hum. "So you're going with the idea of Howdy's shop?"

"Most likely. It sounds like a good idea."

"Are you smiling?~ I think I feel a smile on the other end of the line," you heard his voice coo and immediately your face burst red in embarrassment.

"What!? No. A-Absolutely not! *ahem* But it was good to finally hear from you. Just be sure next time you don't forget about any important meetings."

"Oh, hey! That also reminds me. I have a date with Jul-"

Unfortunately he never got to finish his sentence because you jumped when what sounded like a wooden thump call from the other side of the line followed by-...A cartoony slip noise?"

"Uh oh-"

"Mr. Darli-"

"OW- What the-!? AH!! EEEEEEYY-"

"Mr. Darling! Are you alright?!"

"I-...I think I broke everything," his voice came through the other side of the phone obviously sore from the rough ride down.

You winced and cringed a little bit imagining the descend down. "Would you like me to bring you an ice pack?"

"You..better make it a couple, Sweetheart."

#Welcome Home #welcome home x reader #Welcome Home Wally #Welcome Home Wally Darling #Wally darling #wh wally #wh wally darling #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling x self insert #wally darling x viewer #welcome home viewer #welcome home reader

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liz-allyn · 2 years

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inner demons - pt 5 [tasm!peter x f!reader]

another side of the devil you know - 5 part series. fuck i lied again, this is not done.

Chapter Summary: A simple family outing with his 3-year-old son turns into the longest moment of Peter's life.

Words: 3.1 k

Warnings: SERIOUS GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNINGS APPLY. 18+ ONLY. Dark! Themes TW including: CNC, references to past SA of a minor, mentions of child kidnapping/endangerment/murder, self harm, adults discussing and consenting to simulation of r*pe, PTSD, traumatic flashbacks, panic attacks, blood, vomit, knives, reference to domestic abuse, child harm, Code Adam.

a/n I just couldn't cram what I needed into a Part 5 and end the story the way I want to. Thus, there's a part 6. Don't hate me. Definitely don't @ me (unless it's to cheer me on!) Speaking of which, @blooming-violets, get well my love. Here's something to make you feel better worse.

This may not be the story for you, regardless of age. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six.

The inside of Mike’s Market on Austin Street in Forest Hills was sweltering, the air conditioning system having malfunctioned during a stifling summer heat wave. The aisles were crowded with scurrying last-minute shoppers picking the shelves clean in preparation for the upcoming holiday weekend.

Peter lifted his ball cap momentarily before running his fingers back through the sweaty locks of his hair. Tiny silver strands peppered the edges of his hairline. His molasses eyes roamed the shelves, scanning intently.

“Negative on the hot dog buns,” Peter announced with dismay. You groaned beside him with your arms clutching a bouquet of sunflowers and a bottle of pinot grigio. Peter easily held onto two hand baskets filled with heavy barbecue essentials. Unfortunately, all of the push carts in the store had been taken. Peter actually felt better about this fact, since it allowed him to move through the aisles and the crowd more deftly, all while keeping an eye on you two.

“Darn,” you deflated.

“Maybe we can just use sliced bread, y’know? Fold it?”

You looked at Peter like he was some kind of hillbilly cannibal out of a horror movie. “I don’t even know you,” you scoffed. “Where’s my tail?” you suddenly announced aloud. “I don’t feel my tail anymore!”

“Tails, Bub,” Peter declared calmly, glancing around your waist to see little three-year-old Ben standing nearby. The long-legged boy was dressed in his favorite dinosaur shorts and a black summer tank featuring Lady Justice in chains, the words “...And Justice For All” graffitied on the front. He sipped quietly on a pouch of organic juice, clutching it with both hands. Once he looked up at his father’s expectant gaze, he gripped his small, yet long fingers on the hem of your shirttails. Once you were aware of his presence by the pull on your tee shirt, you continued the conversation with your husband.

Peter frowned back at the barren bread shelves, “We could try another store.”

You gave him a withering look. “Ugh, good luck with that. It’ll be like this everywhere, I bet.” You glanced back across the store, gears turning in your mind. “Maybe they’ll have some left in the gluten-free section?” Peter��s face twisted at your suggestion, and you glowered back, “Hey, it’s better than folding bread, you neanderthal. I’m gonna run over there. Meet you up front?” Peter nodded as you turned away and bounded off. “Stay with Daddy!”

“Hang on, Bub,” he said, waiting for Ben to tug on shirt. Peter gripped the bowing metal handles of the shopping baskets in his hands and stepped towards the checkout lines. “Okie dokie,” he sighed, seeing the queue backed up all the way into the dry goods aisles. “Let’s see who's gonna win the race, then Daddy can finally get out of this hel—heck.”

“Heck,” Ben repeated with a cheeky grin, testing out the word. He followed Peter into a line that seemed to be moving the fastest, glancing back to see if he could spot you returning from your mission.

The sound of a familiar television anchor caught his attention, “Lyman was apprehended early this morning after police received an anonymous call.” Peter glanced up at a TV screen mounted at the front of the store featuring the top news story of the evening. “Officials would not confirm whether or not Spider-Man was involved in the alleged killer’s capture, but witnesses describe seeing Lyman ‘trapped in a giant web’ between the American Copper Buildings. New York Chief of Police Yuriko Watanabe released this statement: ‘While the department can’t comment on vigilante activity, the arrest of Marcus Lyman was the result of months of hard work done by New York City’s Finest...”

Peter scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, right,” he grumbled beneath the earshot of anyone around him. Truthfully, he didn’t need credit or glory when it came to killers like Marcus Lyman. It was a relief enough to have him off the streets for good.

The line moved up. “C’mon, Bub,” Peter called to his son. He stilled as he turned around. The child was nowhere to be seen. “Bub?” he called out louder, doing a full 360-turn from his position in line. His eyes scanned low and high, searching for a glimpse of messy chestnut hair and clashing summer attire. He felt his throat tighten, looking left and right, “Ben?”

Dozens of people surrounded him; their combined chatter crammed his senses in an overwhelming cacophony of noise. His feet were carrying him away from the checkout line, and suddenly the baskets in his hands felt heavy. The black pools of Peter’s eyes filled deeper as they grasped frantically at nearby forms and faces, none of which were the one he was looking for.

“Ben?”

The name crawled up his throat, ripping his lungs out with it. It sounded foreign to him, like a disembodied voice of a tormented apparition. Peter blinked.

Ben wasn’t there.

He blinked.

Ben was gone.

He felt his face fluster and sweat bead down his neck.

Ben was missing.

His eyes were burning, stinging like smoke in the air.

His son was missing. His son is gone.

His baby is gone now and he wasn’t ever going to get him back.

One of the hand baskets clamored to the floor, the items spilling out. Its steel handle had been mangled and unable to withstand the diamond-forming pressure inside Peter’s fist. The other basket Peter mindlessly dropped, his brain wrapped up in a meat grinder of panic. He felt his legs carry him in large heavy strides across the floor.

“Ben?!” he bellowed, frantically searching through the aisles. The faces of other shoppers turned in his direction, but Peter couldn’t pick them out of a lineup if he tried. The fluorescent lights were too bright, their electric hum too noisy, and it was so fucking hot he couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe. “Ben?!”

Every word sounded more distraught, more desperate. More faces. More eyes—

—you should’ve been watching him why weren’t you fucking watching him, they were watching they’re always watching—

His baby’s eyes. He was searching faces now, trying desperately to spot his son’s eyes. His baby that looked up at him from a bassinet that took all day to assemble and smiled—

—he smiled at me and he’s crying now he’s wondering where his daddy is and he’s scared because the bad men have him now and he’s going to lose him you’re too late spiderman hahahaa you’ve already lost—

This is about him. It always was. This was about Peter. This was about Spider-Man. He’s back in the bread aisle, feeling more like a zombie possessed by a demonic fervor, chanting the names of Spider-Man’s enemies in his rotting head. The rogues gallery. The greatest enemies. Lyman. Not Lyman. Fisk. Osborne—please no, not Harry Osborne—Li? Beck. Toomes. Schultz. Gargan. Kasady. Fucking Kasady.

—he’s gonna think i abandoned him, he’s scared and daddy abandoned him and they’re going to hurt him and peter’s going to feel it, he can already feel it, hands grabbing and fingers searching and they’re going to kill him and he’ll never hold him again—

“Can I help you find something, sir?” Peter looked up to find himself standing at the end of the bread aisle—thefuckareyoudoing just standing there—in front of a thin, deep bronze-skinned boy holding a tablet and wearing a name tag, ‘José.’ Pale-faced and sweaty-palmed, Peter looked over at the boy—heart rate mid 80s, body temperature normal, smells like sandalwood... onions...minty onions.

“Sir?” José repeated, stirred with confusion and concern.

The older man reached out and snatched the teen by the collar. His hands were shaking—

—what if hes somewhere cold, need to change him into a sleeper, he sleeps best with the sleeper and the light on—

When did his hands start shaking? Was his whole body shaking now?

“Sir?” Peter felt José’s body tense under his grip. His mind was fracturing, divided in a million directions.

—he’s scared you’re scaring him he’s trying to help you—he’s scared and they’ve got him and daddy’s not coming because he let them take him away—the Russian guy... Bench... Kraven, no: dead... Stan Carter?... Smythe—your daddy’s not coming for you boy your daddy is dead and—god you look just like him—

“Whoa, dude, are you okay?” José’s voice overpowered the din, but only temporarily.

—its not going to be okay i'll never be ok you’re never going to see your son alive again because everything you touch you bruise everything you love you lose this is all your fault—

“My s-son,” Peter’s disembodied voice echoed back to him. Peter gripped the teen by his shirt. “I-I need to find my s-son... He’s gone... He was right here and he’s—”

—dead he’s so cold and he’s dead and you killed him you let him get taken—

“Okay, dude, just-just calm down, we can find him, what does he look like?”

—he’s so small and he’s so strong and he’s got his mothers eyes they’re beautiful eyes that sparkle and she’s crying now, its gonna kill her, what youve done, what have you done, you killed her, you killed your whole family—

Peter hiccuped, “H-he’s, um, he’s three...” He felt the warm sensation of hot tears streaking across the clammy flesh on his face. He’s crying—when did you start crying like a little bitch? They have your son and you’re fucking crying—

“Peter?” a feminine voice called out into the hurricane winds of his mind. “Peter, what’s wrong?” It was you, approaching with flowers, wine, and a cellophane-wrapped package of hoagie rolls. “Where’s Ben?”

—Ben is dead, he’s gone and i’m so sorry this is all my fault i’ll make this right i swear—you’ll never make this right—i promise i’ll find him i’ll fix this please don’t go don’t leave me alone to grieve him without you i’m nothing i’m dust and dirt, bury me in the dirt with my boy i’m so sorry—

You were putting the items down carefully on a shelf, moving towards them the way a gentle cloud crosses the sky. You were talking directly to José, trying to read where no words were written—Ben is smart, smart like his mom—too good for you shes always been too good for you—he wouldn’t have gone with them he knows not to talk to strangers, he knows spiderman fights bad guys and he should never go with them, he’s supposed to scream and run and kick and bite, goddamnit he knows that, he should know that by now—uncle ben don’t go, don’t leave me—please baby don’t leave me—

“He’s wearing a black Metallica tank top, and green and blue shorts with dinosaurs on them, and he’s got red sneakers that light up,” you were carefully explaining to José, your voice tight but calm—you were always so strong, you were so fucking strong—and Peter noticed his hands were trembling. One hand was wrapped desperately around yours, as if he was hanging off of a cliff, while the other splayed out over his own chest, feeling the unrelenting hammer of his heart within. When had he let go of José?—he’s just trying to help you you asshole—

“Brown hair, he’s kinda shaggy, he-he needs a haircut... um...” You cracked a nervous half-smile as you explained. You fought to keep your voice steady; a fleeting moment of weakness, that you beat into submission. “He’s tall for his age, he looks older.”

José’s on the radio now, keeping his distance from Peter but never breaking eye contact with you. He carefully repeats the details into the walkie, nodding along with you at every word. Peter looks at your darkened expression, feeling himself get dizzy—so fucking strong, so much stronger than I’ll ever be—I cant do this I cant do this please dont leave me dont make me say goodbye—please Uncle Ben stay with me, please Gwen stay with me i’m so sorry—

A tinny voice crackles over the PA system, interrupting whatever jovial pop song was playing before. “All associates, we have a Code Adam, repeat we have a Code Adam...”

—Who’s Adam? Adam is dead. Ben is not dead he can’t be he’s smart like his mom, he wouldn’t go with the bad people, he would go with someone safe, not scary, someone he knows that he could trust, someone that knows his mommy and daddy—

“Peter.” You say calmly, with both hands on the sides of his face. They feel so warm and his skin is so cold. He feels your thumbs wiping away tears, and the dark pools of your eyes look so comforting right now. They look like galaxies that Peter wants to explore and hide in where it’s quiet and high above where no one would reach him or hurt him.

“Peter, stay with me,” you patiently stated. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to find him.” It was a fact. An edict. His whole body was alive and in motion. His brain was sputtering as if he’d bitten into a high-voltage powerline. This time you commanded as you repeated with more grit, “Peter.”

—he’d go with someone safe someone that knows his mommy and daddy like family like a brother—

He looked at you like he was a shell of himself. He was a ghost trapped on the inverted plane of his memories. “Skip’s got him,” Peter squeaked, his voice drowning beneath a wave of nausea in his throat. His fingers were gripping his own shirt, pulling at the cotton; fingers aching to feel his boy in his arms.

“What?” you breathed, stunned.

“They’ve got ‘em,” he declared, filled with dread.

It didn’t matter who “they” were, not really. They were going to hurt his boy and probably kill him and Peter was going to die of heartbreak and his corpse was going to haunt the Earth and rip them all apart limb from limb. Nothing would stop him, not this time. They’d have to kill what’s left of Peter, with fire and holy water, and dismember the pieces of him and bury them beneath salted ground. They’d have to encase what’s left of his mangled heart in concrete, like graphite—radioactive material, and drive it into the deepest part of the Earth where it would poison the soil for thousands of years.

Peter was trying to pull away from his wife, as if he could shield you from witnessing the transformation, to keep you from seeing what he was about to become. You wouldn’t let him go.

“We’re going to split up, okay?” You tried to reason with him, grasping onto the string of a zeppelin headed for a fiery end. “You stay by the front door and I’m going to go through the aisles one by one.” You both were moving together now, as she walked him towards the front of the store. “The exits are sealed off and no one—”

“RRAWWWRrrh!”

You yelped as a small figure leapt out in front of you from the inside of a toilet paper display. Knees bent and fingers curled outwards like claws, Ben growled like a velociraptor, waggling his invisible tail. The sight of his mischievous grin, so youthful and happy and alive took your breath away. You gasped, hit with a wave of relief. You clutched your chest and tears sprang from your eyes.

The boy giggled at his parents, so immensely unaware of the anguish and jubilation he’d caused within the last few seconds. If you weren’t crying yourself, if your heart wasn’t being ripped apart and glued back together, you might have let out a giggle yourself—

“What the hell are you doing?!” Peter’s voice cracked like thunder. He reached out and snatched the child’s arm, dropping to his knees in front of him. Tears rushed from his infuriated gaze, running down his stubbled face. He snapped like a whip, “Don’t ever do that again! You hear me? You coulda given your mother a heart attack!” Both hands gripped the stunned boy’s shoulders, shaking him as his father hissed, “Don’t you ever take off like that again!”

You breathed, “Peter—”

The boy was crying now, his face crumpled as sobs racked through his body. “Look at me!” Peter bellowed, the tears on his face having gone ice cold.

Peter felt your fingers catch his shoulder, your nails biting into his flesh. You tightened your grip, stealing his attention. Never having broken eye contact with his son, he felt the heat of your breath scorching the shell of his ear. “Take your hands off our child!” you whispered a venomous threat through gritted teeth.

Your deadly timbre snapped him out of his rage, like a slap to the face. A stab to his heart. He wheeled his gaze around to you to see your eyes piercing his soul. He was impaled by the sharpness of your voice. He flinched as if it literally drew blood, and his hands released their hold.

Ben was screaming now, stricken with terror. Not just fear, Peter recognized. Pain. He looked back at his son and saw the pale flesh of his shoulders retreating into a boiling red. The mark of his father’s giant palms engulfed and inflamed the boy’s upper arms. The hue was impeccably familiar to him, sickening him—the early stages of a bruise formed by his own hands.

Peter was going to vomit. You scooped up the wailing toddler in your arms, tears and snot and screams gushing out like an open artery. Peter stayed on his knees, crouched low to the floor, still panting from the assault on his adrenal glands.

His dazed eyes wandered upward, catching the stares of onlookers. Their horrified expressions glowered down at him, filled with judgment and scorn. Like he was being viewed through a cruel, twisted carnival mirror that windowed into another dimension. Their looks tarred and feathered him. For a moment, he almost reached for his mask. Even José glared at him as if the teen could see into his soul, like he could see Peter for what he truly was—disgusting. A bully. A monster.

“We’ll meet you at home, yeah?” you declared. Peter looked up at you, spotting the faint blush on your cheeks. You rubbed a palm soothingly over Ben’s back, your eyes looking anywhere but at your husband. And with that, he longed to truly disappear.

He took the hint. He came to a wobbly stand, with shoulders slumped, and nodded silently. Wiping his face, he slouched towards the exit, releasing his family from the humiliation of standing beside him.

The chorus in his mind had gone mostly silent, save for the memory of one disapproving tone.

“I guess you must feel pretty good about yourself, right? Am I right?”

Peter was speechless.

Part Six.

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eatingstringcheese · 1 year

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marshmallows - aizawa fam

in which you just really like marshmallows, mic and shinso are enablers, and aizawa is embarassed

warnings: just fluff

Hitoshi glared at his younger sibling before sighing. "Y/n, what the hel- heck are you doing?" He questioned, being mindful that both his dads and younger sister were in the next room.

The fifteen-year-old in question stared at their brother. Eyes wide and mouth full of marshmallows.

Hitoshi sighed. "How many?"

Y/n thought for a moment, before using their fingers to show they had proudly fit fifteen marshmallows.

Hitoshi began to laugh loudly, drawing the attention of the rest of the family. Y/n waved their hands to hush the lavender-headed boy but to no avail, Shota and Hizashi entered the small pantry.

Shota raised an eye at his middle child. "Y/n, what are you doing?"

Hizashi stood behind Shota, mocking Shota's hands-on-hips pose, adding a bit of extra sass.

Hitoshi composed himself after his fit of laughter. "Marshmallows."

Aizawa rolled his eyes, taking the nearly empty bag from Y/n and sighing. "Y/n Aizawa. How many marshmallows did you eat?"

Y/n turned away in shame, catching Hitoshi's gaze and just barely holding back their laughter.

Hitoshi turned to his father. "They told me 15 marshmallows." His laughter returned as he doubled over, one arm holding his stomach, the other holding the wall so he wouldn't fall over.

Aizawa rolled his eyes, placing the marshmallow bag on the top shelf, far from the reach of the children in the room and walked away. "Y/n Aizawa, you are a hazard to society." He mumbled.

Hizashi smirked at his older children and grabbed the marshmallows from the shelf. "And a coward. Do twenty."

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spookiifi · 2 years

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The Melting Pot (2) Light And Dark

part 1 ao3 link

ao3 link

This story contains: lots of horror elements, trust issues, moon hurting the reader, heavy angst,

So, this is actually from another employee’s point of view in the same universe. This takes place right before chapter 1. I recommend going back and reading part 1 so it makes a bit more sense

Since I don’t use the term y/n, each person will be using nicknames.

“Fox bait” is Vanessa’s sibling from the first chapter. And you’re “sky star” since you work in the daycare. Don’t ask me about the annoying nicknames I couldn’t think of anything else.

Sorry if this drags on during the beginning. I promise that sun and moon make an appearance.

This was also inspired by Spinel’s quote from Steven Universe. You’ll know eventually.

Being chased by an animatronic gator wasn’t your ideal way to spend a Friday night. Neither was falling asleep in the breakroom on your night shift.

You had no choice but to endure the graveyard shift. There could be a possibility of your friend working late.

Hiding in one of the mega plex’s photo booths was your only option for now.

“Fox bait, come in. Can you hear me?” You turned up the volume on your radio. “Please tell me I’m not the only one trapped here.”

“Loud and clear, sky star. What’s going on?” They sighed.

“Oh, thank god. Are the glambots attacking you, too?”

“Besides Freddy? Yeah. Someone must’ve cracked their codes…or something.” Your friend’s voice crackled through the radio. “I almost became wolf food earlier.”

“Christ. Do you have any way of getting out of here?”

“Zero. We’re S-O-L until 6 AM.”

Fuck.

If it weren’t for your safety to stay quiet, you would’ve punched the screen in the photo booth.

“Meet me in the daycare, then. I doubt that Sun and Moon have been taken over.” You stepped out of the booth

“Copy that. Stay safe and out of sight.” You strapped the radio back on your belt and crept across the atrium of the megaplex.

“YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?”

Speaking of wolf food.

Roxanne was the fastest of the glambots, rivaling Monty. If you didn’t hurry, another bite of ’87 could happen. Adrenaline took over your senses, and you sprinted towards the daycare’s massive doors. You scanned your security card desperately just in time to slam the door in Roxanne’s face.

“YOU CAN’T OUTRUN ME!”

Her claws raked the outside of the hardwood. Better the doors than you.

Just in case, you lowered your voice. “Sun? Please don’t be infected, please don’t be infected…”

“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU-“ Sun poked his head around one of the play structures. “Starshine? Oh, it’s you, it’s you!” He swept you into a bone crushing hug.

“It’s me. Sun…I need air.” You gasped.

“Sorry! Right!” He laughed nervously as he set you down. “At first I thought you were that little rule breaker! Thank stars. Wait- why are you here?”

“I slept in, and apparently no one bothered to wake me up. Now everyone wants to kill me!”

“Kill? But the glamrocks wouldn’t harm a soul.”

The sound of Roxy’s screeching outside continued.

“What the hel-“

“Language!”

“Fine. What the heck is going on with them? Is Moon the same way?”

Sun stopped in his tracks. “Moon? Oh nonono of course not! He’s fine. We’re all good here!” He looked around frantically until his eyes landed on the clock behind the security desk.

The hour was almost up. “In fact, you should really head to the theatre! That’s the safest place there is!”

“Sun, you’re not making any sense. It’s completely safe here. Moon knows me just as well as you do.”

Then came a clicking noise, and each row of lights in the daycare started to power off.

“Too late! Too late! Get away from here!!” Sun held his faceplate painfully as the transformed.

His faceplate tilted into the crescent that you knew too well. But his eyes glowed red instead of blue.

“Intruder…Intruders are also rulebreakers, so they must be punished.”

You retrieved the small radio from the belt. “Foxbait, do not come to the daycare! I repeat, do not-!”

Moon snatched it from you and crushed it in his hand. “Your friend can’t help you now.” He laughed. “Better run, little rabbit.”

“Moondrop, what’s wrong with you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, little one. Now, RUN.” Moon swiped at your shoulder, catching the fabric of your shirt without puncturing skin. You swerved out of the way before he could deal any serious damage.

His laughter echoed through the daycare as you sprinted like your life depended on it. Right as you thought you’d lost him, bells would sound out right above you.

His intentions were to hurt, to kill.

The moment you stopped to catch your breath around a corner, Moon slammed you against the wall, knocking the air out of your chest.

“Found you.” He stood to his full height and wrapped one hand around your throat.

This wasn’t the Moon that you knew and loved.

“You’re hurting me!” You couldn’t fight the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Please stop!”

“Aw, don’t cry. It’ll be over soon.” If Moon’s grin could grow wider, he’d be smiling ear to metaphorical ear. “Nighty night.” Moon’s hand tightened around your throat, while the other was ready to strike. All you could do was wait for your demise.

Nothing came.

Moon’s eyes turned fully black; he was powering down. Now all you had to worry about was being crushed by the heavy daycare attendant.

His fans started to spin again and his red eyes flickered to blue.

“Starlight? How did I get here?” Moon glanced down at his hand and he gasped. He pulled it away as if it burned him. “What am I doing? Why do I want to hurt you so bad?”

Moon backed away until he hit the wall of a play structure. “I’m supposed to be your friend. You do trust me, right?”

You were too shocked for words. All you could do is wipe your face.

“Please don’t look at me like that.”

Before Moon could step forward, you made a mad dash for the door to the theatre. You locked the door behind you.

“STARLIGHT PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME.” Moon called out from the daycare. “HE’S THE ONE CONTROLLING US ALL.”

Nothing made sense anymore. You crumbled to the floor with your head in your hands.

What did Moon mean by ‘He?’

Where was your friend?

Did Vanessa know about all of this?

Your head pounded as your body shook with sobs.

This wasn’t the end, though

#sun x reader #moon x reader #security breach au #security breach #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

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riddlercarer · 2 years

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sliding into the chair next to you, i pick up my monster from the counter. 🕸

“so lil dude, what’re you up to?” 🎸

“colorin? huh that’s cool. dyou mind if i put on some music?”

Y / N ?

“i do mind, actually, i don’t like loud music!” 🎧

“of course of course, how about some classical shiz? mom always used to say it was “good for us” or whatever”

i stand and press play on the cd player, and soon our kitchen is filled with the quiet yet comforting sounds of a composers greatest works.

i sit back down next to you and chew slightly on my lip rings. . .

“can i… color too?”

“no i don’t mind! u can play ur music, bubba!” 🎵

“oh hel- heck yeah, sweet!!”

i jump out of my chair and turn on the stereo, turning up some old rock song our family grew up on

“up up, let’s dance!!”

and we do, poorly, but it’s fun

we stomp around and flail our arms, not worrying about anything.

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ladypepperofdavenshire · 3 years

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Lil birthday gift for Snipe featuring Heck n Hel! I had to sit down and figure out how to draw them again after being distracted by SW and DC ocs for the better part of a year 😅 I think it’s an indication I should draw them a wee bit more so I don’t get out of practice, eh?

#ladypepperofdavenshire #maelstrom preludes #hector #helka #heck n hel #original characters #giftart #victorian #1890s #other's ocs

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yourlocallosernamedgreenookie · 6 years

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Hello friend! It's okay if you're having trouble focusing! (It happens to me a lot-) and I'm sure the friend/person you are sending to won't mind and will definitely understand! Yup yup. Sending good vibes (~• v •)~ *☆*◇*♡*

!! Aaa, I at least hope they won’t mind ;v;and th ank you for the good vibes i l ove you

#sendin good vibes right back at ya! *☆*◇*♡* ~(• v •~)#anon!#i got the outfit down in a little reference doodle but now... i have to... actually draw the thing. he ck #also this boy's hair....... why did i make his hair like this hel b #and then after i draw the thing i was going to do an outfit inspired by it but i have.... no ideas. e h e c k #what the heck greenookie #ive also just been playing terraria all day and i need to actually wo r k o n the th ing #i finally got the terra blade though!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! heck yeah!!!!!!#only took me causing 5 more solar eclipses and fighting over 10 more giant moths to get the stupid second broken sw ord and i was #very ready to shout. and i actually did shout when i got it. internally.#i can assure you that if i had shouted externally it would have been very loud.#aAA GEEZ IM RAMBLING I NEED TO WORK ON THE THING GOSH DAR N IT ME STOP TALKING

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slimesidian · 3 years

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If impulse and indulge were to meet would there be a way to tell them apart? Would he just, take impulses place and put him with limbo and Daz?

How would the hermits react to the notion that was never impulse? And the reaction to their impulse?

Well that first question is a pure hypothetical since Indulge has no desire to ever meet Impulse or take his place. There is definitely a way to tell them apart, aka, Indulge's eyes. They're almost always consistent of some pink, Impulse's, meanwhile, are brown and yellow. In their less human forms they're easier to tell apart, as Impulse doesn't have dragon horns. If there were a need to then yes Indulge would totally send Impulse back to Hels to suffer with Daz n Limbo. At least Daz anyways, Limbo has his own projects that don't consist of torturing an innocent even if he looks like Limbo's abuser.

Hmm, if any of the Hermits caught on immediately it'd be Tango n Zed 100%. The others though, it may be a little longer until they realize. If they found out Impulse was replaced they'd probably feel awful for never noticing and worried because "where the heck is the real Impulse?????"

Meanwhile I can guarantee Zed and Tango are tryna figure out how Indulge got to HC because finding out how he got here means they can figure out where Impulse is.

-Mod Slime

#mod slime #hermitcraft #mcyt #hermitblr #mod slime talks #impulsesv #indulgevs #zedaph #phedaz #tango tek #limbo lag #helszit #hels zit #hels hermits #helsmits #//tw torture mention #replacement #evil hermits #ask to tag

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beann-e · 3 years

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god imagine if when bakugou has a kid their just like him. like imagine a 6 year old with a sarcastic nasty mouth who just doesn’t give a fuck. Which eventually leads to bakugou getting his ass handed to him. Look here’s a teaser

“ holy sh—fuc—why aren’t you sleeping “

“ why aren’t you sleeping “

“ because I cant sle—- “ a soft cough left the older males mouth as he sat up straighter “ I don’t have to explain anything to you — you little rodent “

“ ro— ro— rodent ? “ the small child’s voice came out in a loud scream as the male in front them shifted in his seat uncomfortably

“ here come on let’s go to mama “

God you had to have been his only way out of this situation

“ mamas sleep “

of course you were.

Of course you were tucked away into the confinement of your own bed recovering from a hard day of work. The soft covers draped over your body while the fan worked wonders around the room.

God your such an asshole , a pathetically beautiful and lucky asshole

“ heh , then why aren’t you? “ the older male deadpanned as he stared down on the child. He let out a small sigh when he didn’t receive an answer “ ok then why don’t we both go to our own rooms and sleep too huh ? how ‘bout that “

“ katsumis sleeping in there “

“ fuck —you just seem to have everybody in your corner huh you little brat“

The room went quiet as he watched the small girl crawl up on the coach using his pants leg as an anchor to help her get up there. Her small legs pushing her up only for her to fall back down because her arms couldn’t pull up the weight of her small body. His mouth opening to let out a sigh before he reached out and pushed the girl up on the couch his hand pushing her butt and sending the girl flying onto the couch like a football.

Only to make her giggle and crawl back over to sit next to him.Body settling in the same position as him with her small chubby legs spread out and her hands placed behind the couch as far as they could go leaving her chest out in the open. A small smile on her face when she noticed she looked just like the male to the right of her. And honestly she did she always did without even trying .

It wasn’t that bakugou hated kids no.

It was just that he would rather be left alone and not be bothered with them. He thought maybe when he grew up and had his own kids that would change but after the birth of your first child together, then the second , and lastly the third he only noticed the small change that occurred.

He could put up with them of course but he always found them annoying mostly because anytime he seen them he had just gotten back home from work. meaning he had to hear them screaming their heads off and fighting with you in a plea to skip bath time while he walked through the door and straight to your shared bedroom

Most of the time he was the disciplinary parent so you can only guess how quickly each of them would fall in line when they all looked up to see the loud footsteps echoing through the house belonged to their father.

His hero uniform still on with his eyes locked on each of theirs in a tired gaze frowning up at him as his right hand carried the belt he’d picked up from his bedroom on the way over to the bathroom.

His face speaking volumes before his mouth did . His right hand only gripping tighter when he thought about how long you had gone with them acting like this and him not being around to stop them from mistaking your exhaustion as submission

You weren’t soft per say but after having 3 kids and taking care of them by yourself you’d grown weak and tired.

Your mean manner and discipline you thought you had set up in your house only withered away more and more with every kid you had and now you were really just tired of taking care of three kids all by yourself with no help.

“ take the shitty bat— “

your hardened gaze moved from your kids to him as his hand holding the belt wavered — remembering your rule of no cursing in the house because your middle child had just started second grade and the teacher had already called once.

“ haha daddy’s scared of mommy “

“ of course he is have you seen her “

“ hey mommy’s not scary she’s just — “ your youngest daughter katsu spoke as she quickly turned to katsuki “ hey daddy what’s that word “

“ what word ? “ his face went stoic before he sighed annoyed with the small child “ how the hel— heck am I suppose to know what word you wanna say — i’m not a mind reader katsu— that’s not my quirk “

“ well maybe if you spent a little more time with her you’d know asshole “ your oldest spoke under his breath “ strict katsu that’s the word your looking for — she’s just strict I mean someone has to be when our fathers too busy sa— “

“ hey come on kai just— just get in the bathtub your up next anyways “ your voice was soft a small sigh leaving it before you wrapped katsumi and katsu in towels tucking them away from their older brother. “ ‘sumi— ‘tsu follow your dad he was just leaving —he can help me put you two to bed tonight — “ you rolled your eyes at the male hovering over you “ lord knows i need it—in you go kai “

“leaving — wh— the hell if I am ——- your just gonna let ‘ em get away with that “ bakugous mouth moved faster as he gripped the belt like it was a separate life form when he saw your innocent eyes look up at him “ get away with what babe ? “

“ they just verbally assaulted me y/n “

“ oh did they hmm” you turned back to your kids “ maybe you should file another villains report “

“ wow “ his voice went quiet at your remark you two had been on the outs recently because he kept saying how much he wanted more kids in the moment only to turn around and bask in the light he was given during their birth and then turn back around and spend no time with them at all.

you shook your head “ i’m sorry I don’t understand what they’ve done wrong “

You were tired of it.

“ i’m going to bed after this ‘suki I don’t know if your gonna be there or if your sleeping at the office again but please this time write a note so I don’t tell katsu her dad will take her to school in the morning “ you scoffed “ again “

That was how he ended up here he had gone to the office but he came back when he realized he’d screwed up his whole family. He assumed that if he had the fame , the money , the whole setup that he could provide for his family’s every need.

What he’d forgotten is that maintaining relationships within your family is actually apart of said needs. He didn’t understand until all three of his kids had something to say about his absence how much it was messing with them. So he came back home and sat on the couch.

Just his luck that he was greeted with not only the youngest but the smartest of his three children. He would’ve much rather have walked in to hear you screaming at him for leaving in the first place not the toothless child next to him bothering him with useless questions about his absence

“ dada “ his eyes went over to look at katsu who’d found a place on his side This would be her twelfth question in a matter of five minutes “ can I sit in your lap “

his eyes furrowed this was a different question than he’d expected “ katsu baby you don’t have to ask things like that “

“ but you— your never here so I just assumed that you may be trying to get away from us so I didn’t want you to have someone you don’t like in your lap “

“ what kat— “ his back hit the couch before he propped himself up and dragged the small girl onto his lap “ I adore you guys I love you and I never meant to make you guys feel unloved it’s just that“

“mm “ her voice coming out accusingly just like yours causing him to tense while imagining you as the small girl in front of him.

“ work baby “ he sighed as he rubbed the girls shoulders up and down heating up her cold body “ work is really hard when your an adult and you never get any time off with my job it’s constant “

“ daddy is all work hard “

“ yes “ he smiled

“ if all work is hard— meaning it’s all the same then why can’t you just get a different hard job that doesn’t take up all your time “

his heart pounded inside his chest as he stared down on the smaller girl his eyes wide “ w— what um aren’t you like what 5 —6 how— “

“ you missed when my quirk came daddy it’s super knowledge”

his smile tightened along with the grip he held on the couch cushion beside him “ of course it is yeah of course it is — just my fucking luck “

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sodadrabbles · 3 years

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Could you do a continuation of shy sisterinnit! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Thank you again (๑˃ᴗ˂)✿

Y’all really liked SisterInnit- Don’t worry I do too. This was super fun to write! I also threw in a bit of SBI + Tubbo in there because awww I’m soft.

Paring: Tommy x sister!Reader

Rating: Fluffy with a mention of being overwhelmed (So I guess hurt/comfort fluff?)

Summary: Tommy takes his little sister to TwitchCon! This is a continuation of these headcanons!

Little Sister Innit took the twitch chat by storm after you broke into Tommy’s room and took over his stream. Now, every stream Tommy would get a few donos asking about you- how you were doing, asking about your favorite flower. For a few streams, he even let you sit beside him, keeping you talking about your favorite things. Even Tubbo got to meet you, though it was through a discord call- and the boy loved it when you started talking about bees!

You would take over Tommy’s streams when he had to do something, refusing to look at chat, and instead, you would ramble about some strange story. You would pop your head into the room and give Tommy a message and chat would lose their minds, or you’d even play with Tommy on your own little computer on the other side of the room, out of frame. It was the best compromise Tommy could reach with you- You wanted to play and be on stream, but chat scared you. When you tried to talk to chat, you would get very quiet and fidgety, afraid of all the people watching you. So, being out of sight and unable to see chat made you able to happily play with him when you wanted to.

As time went by, TwitchCon rolled around for another year, and Tommy was getting bombarded with questions of whether or not he would be going- Or if you’d be coming with him. It took a lot of begging to his parents and a long conversation with Phil, but finally, you got the go-ahead. One the condition that you stayed by Tommy or Phil the ENTIRE time.

Phil, Techno, Will, and Tubbo were so happy to hear you’d be running around TwitchCon with your older brother. When the date rolled around, the four met with you and Tommy at the airport and practically suffocated you and your older brother in hugs. Well, except for Techno, who gave you an awkward pat on the back. You felt very comfortable around these four- like they were family already.

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TwitchCon was interesting to you. Tommy, and even yourself, thought you’d be so rambunctious and happy, bouncing off the walls with energy to meet everyone! But as the convention dragged on, you found yourself more and more afraid to greet people, shake people’s hands, or be in pictures with your brother. The convention center was loud and packed with people, and even in the safety of the room meant for Partnered streamers, you felt overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar faces.

It took you hiding behind Phil with tears in your eyes, your brother busily signing something for a fan, for him to realize something was up. So, the blonde went over to the young brit, dragged him away from the pseudo-meet-and-greet, and forced him to talk to you. Figure out what was wrong.

Tommy, biting his tongue to prevent a swear from flying out of his mouth, gave Phil an angry glare. “Phil, what hel- heck! I was in the middle of something, you can’t just-”

“Tommy your sister is crying.”

The brit paused. He had been so caught up in talking with his fans, he hadn’t paused long enough to realize you hadn’t been with him. But when he looked past Phil, he saw you sat in the corner with tears rolling down your face. Your eyes were puffy and your chest heaved with hiccups and sobs. Just how long had you been like this? How could he not notice? How could he forget like that?

Phil gave the boy a disappointed shake of his head, pushing him towards you. “Go talk to her,” he murmured, “Clean up your mess.”

Tommy nodded and walked towards you, kneeling gently in front of you. You glanced up from your curled-in position, your arms resting on your knees where you once hid your face. It broke Tommy’s heart how upset you looked. “(Y/N), what wrong? Did- What happened?” he spoke carefully, keeping his voice well below his usual shout. He lifted a hand to pet your hair, which prompted you to look at him. His eyebrow slumped down in a look of concern, his eyes full of worry. “There’s too many people…” You mumble to him, wanting to hide your face again. Even when it’s just your big brother around, you felt so overwhelmed, so seen. You just want to curl into a tiny ball and roll away. Before you can say more, Tommy pulls you into him in a tight hug. It shocks you, but soon you slump against him, letting the tears fall again. “‘S too much, there’s so many people, I wanna go home.” You cry against your brother, who just holds you tight. He rubs your back as you cry. He’s cursing himself out in his head- He should’ve watched you better, should’ve seen this would happen. You were a little kid surrounded by so many new things, of course it was scary for you.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” He released you and smiled, his classic toothy smile that always made you giggle, and wiped a stray tear from your face. You nodded at him, and he helped you to your feet. “We can watch Adventure Time and make Phil buy us ice cream.” His joke made you laugh. Slowly, you felt the eyes surrounding you close. It was just you and your big brother. Tommy called for Phil and asked him to take the two of you back to the hotel. Where Tommy sat with you and watched cartoons and made his stupid jokes.

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For the rest of the con, Tommy turned his Big Brother mode up to eleven. He was constantly checking up on you, telling you funny jokes, or making fun of Wilbur and Techno whenever he took breaks. He would have Tubbo take his job when he needed to do anything. You liked Tubbo too- He had the same sense of humor as your older brother and would talk with you about things like bees and fireworks. He once got into a heated argument with you about Gravity Falls, and whether or not the logic behind Mabel’s sweater was applicable to real life.

When it was time to go, everyone gave you the tightest hug they could- Even Technoblade gave you a real hug this time. You were excited to come to see them again next year.

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #dream smp x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #request #anon #sbi x reader

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aquaquadrant · 1 year

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Idk how many new asks answered its been since like, earl mornin yesterday but goddddd, i have your hels story spinning in my head on the /s i d e/ and just-

God, obsessed with the overworld!Tango being a /thing/ and just-

Tbh i only have funny ideas lmao. Overworld!Tango gets in Hermitcraft while Hels!Tango is out n about. Everybody treats O!Tango like he's Hels!Tango and whatever denies O!Tango makes, the hermits are like, oooooh new narrative for the season. Nice. Guess [insert project here] is on hold. And O!Tango tries to correct thembut the hermit they went past just flew off or whatever. Hijinks ensue where O!Tango tries to get his bearings while no one suspects anything.

Pretty sure your plan when H and O tango meet is angsty and tragic as all heck but i can only imagine that spiderman meme lmao

HAHAAA listen i love any kind of ‘pointing spider-man meme’ scenario. but in this instance, tango and his overworld counterpart- while certainly similar in some regards- aren’t quite similar enough to be mistaken for each other.

and noooo why would you assume it’d be angsty and tragic, that’s not like us at all, i promise /j /lh

#hermitcraft #tango tek #hels to pay au #mcyt #HTP ask

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theconstantsidekick · 3 years

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Do you like it here?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Fluff town, mostly.

Summary: Morgan has a question while the whole gang (her, Y/n, Bucky, Sam, Harley, Peter, and Steve) are visiting the aquarium.

Warning: None? Unless you count someone mentioning Tony a warning then yes, that.

Based on a suggestion given by the great @siwiecola I really appreciate the support, thank you so much!

a/n: not really proofread lol. Annie is Morgan's nickname for Y/n cause she's also an orphan, lol. And Tinman is her name for Bucky, but I think that was pretty self-explanatory.

sidenote: Join my damn discord server, we talk about random shit like how we can tie Static Verse into canon after whatever happens in Spider-Man No Way Home!

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“Uncle Steve?”

“Yes, Morgan?”

“Do you like being here?” she asks, licking her ice cream cone. She notices Uncle Steve’s eyebrows go all scrunchy. He looks funny, she thinks. It makes her head fall to the side as she lets out a giggle.

“At the aquarium?” He asks her.

She shakes her head. “No. Here,” she points to Annie with Tinman and Uncle Sam as they scold Harl for something as Pete snickers next to them. “With us.”

Suddenly Uncle Steve stops walking, now her brows are all scrunchy.

He picks her off her feet and into his arms. She goes willingly because Uncle Steve is tall and everything looks cooler from up there, but she remembers to take care of her ice cream. She doesn’t want any to spill.

“Why wouldn’t I like it here?” Uncle Steve asks her, licking on his own ice cream. He’s got the strawberry one. She kinda wants to steal it.

Morgan might be young, she knows she’s young but she’s four and a half now and that’s more grown up than she was last year. So, yeah, she’s young but she is growing up. And as she grows up she notices things. She notices that sometimes Uncle Steve looks at Annie the way Tinman looks at Annie and he looks sad. But other times, he looks at Annie and Tinman smiling at each other and then he smiles too.

She knows she’s young but she likes Uncle Steve, he’s tall and he always throws her really high up in the air and catches her. He lets her play with his hair and put make up on him and he never complains. She really likes Uncle Steve. She doesn’t want to like him too much if he is going to leave again. And she knows he will leave again if he doesn’t like it here.

“Cause you left here,” she answers, waiting patiently as she watches him breathe out. He looks… Well, he looks like he does when Harley calls him a bad word or Annie talks about dad. He looks upset. But he also looks like she does when Tinman catches her after she’s eaten a juice pop after he told her not to.

“Well, Morgan,” he begins in the voice that all grown up use on her when they are about to say something stupid and act like it’s not stupid but very smart.

“No.” She doesn’t wanna hear stupid stuff that they think is smart. She wants honest stuff.

“What?”

“No,” she says again. “You were gonna lie.”

Uncle Steve opens and closes his mouth a couple times before replying, “I wasn’t going to lie. I was going to be diplomatic.”

“Don’t want di-p-o-ma-tic. ”

He smiles. “Alright. You want honest?” She nods. “Honestly? I left cause I thought I’d be happy if I did.”

“Were you?” she asks.

He looks off. He looks like he’s thinking, remembering maybe? He looks like Annie does sometimes, when they are all hanging out and Morgan says something. When she asks Annie about it, she tells her that it reminded Annie of her dad.

“Not as happy as I thought I would be,” Uncle Steve says after a minute.

“What about here? Are you happy here?”

Uncle Steve looks down at her in his arms, and then back at Harl, Pete, Uncle Sam, Tinman and Annie. And then he smiles. “Very,” he answers.

“Hey, punk!” Tinman calls out when he spots her and Uncle Steve. “Where the hel—heck is my ice cream?”

“Oh, they ran out of chocolate and I know you hate all the other flavors so...,” Uncle Steve tells him but Morgan knows he’s lying. He didn’t even ask if they had chocolate. He just didn’t buy any because he’s still mad at Tinman for stealing his favorite jacket and giving it back without the left sleeve.

“Is that so?” Tinman asks, but he sounds like he doesn’t believe Uncle Steve either.

“Yeah,” Uncle Steve replies, like it’s nothing. “Ask Morgan.”

Tinman looks at Uncle Steve like he wants to punch him but then he turns to her. “Is that so, princess? They ran out of chocolate?”

She shouldn’t lie but it’s always fun to watch Tinman get annoyed, so she nods.

But then Tinman rolls his eyes. “Y/n! Rogers is teaching my princess how to lie,” Tinman calls out to Annie behind him.

Annie looks over at them and then her eyes meet Morgans. “I swear to God, the amount of Tony she’s got in her is so astounding, I don’t think Steve even needs to try that hard.” She walks over to her, stealing him away from Uncle Steve’s grasp and putting her on her own shoulders. “You lying again, pumpkin?”

“No,” Morgan answers, trying her best not to giggle.

“That smile’s saying otherwise, princess,” Tinman teases.

“Not lying!” she says again.

And then Tinman, being Tinman, grabs her ice cream out of her hands, handing it over to Harl and then he begins to tickle her.

“You sure about that, princess?” Tinman says.

“I’d be honest if I were you, pumpkin,” Annie adds on.

Giggling loudly, Morgan finally gives up. “Lying! Uncle Steve was lying!”

As Uncle Steve pretends to be hurt over Morgan telling everyone the truth, Tinman picks her off Annie’s shoulders and brings her into his arms. “This is why you only lie for people who’d defend you, princess,” he whispers into her ears.

“Like you?” Morgan asks.

“Only me!” Tinman exclaims. “Now come on! Let’s go get some more ice cream! And unlike Uncle Steve over there, who’s a big meanie, I’ll share with you.”

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