#i forgot his damn eyepatch

[choijaehui]

lost in your eyes

#choosing this pov is so TuT i. forgot shua had an eyepatch. LMFAO #damn. i forgot his fucking cat ears too. whatever. who caares. i was just vibing i dont care enough #<-immeditly starts caaring so much #its fine. its fine. its fine #it was just a silly doodle who caresssssss #shua #cjh #cjhua

[bubblybloob]

There they all are in their feathery glory!

Explanations below

I didn’t want to do anything flashy for The Long Quiet, so I just gave him a simple scarf.

The Voice of The Hero I took a lot from my original design, I also kinda fused a cape with his wings? He can still fly? It’s just weird.

The Contrarian I gave a jester look, with a funky collar and some eye makeup

The Broken was one of the most interesting and fun. His wings have been cut off and his nails are broken beyond repair, as a representation of his lack of agency and readiness to hand his life over. He’s dressed in raggedy clothes with chains that he just can’t seem to pull off.

The Smitten wears a flashy, short cape, and flowers tend to bloom from his eyes and ears, he is blind and deaf to all but his love.

The Hunted is almost always puffed up, trying to look bigger and scarier than he is. His nails are long and sharp, and he wears camouflage to hide his bright white features.

The Paranoid needs a sense of security, and a cowl is the closest thing to a hoodie in medieval times. He’s so nervous that I feel he’d unconsciously pluck at his wings, they’re so disheveled that he can’t fly.

The Skeptic has this air of “I know more than you” to him? If that’s makes sense? So I gave him a poet shirt. Not much to it, I just really wanted to put him in a poet shirt. Oh and a ponytail.

The Cheated wears something a noble might, he has that sort of snarky attitude a noble might have. He also talks about cards and games a lot, so I attached a card theme to him. Sometimes they change card symbols, I don’t know if I’ll have it be mood based or not.

The Stubborn is wrapped up in a bunch of bandages, and the eyepatch and cleft ear is from that scene at the end with the Shifting Mound from the adversary’s perspective where your eye has been punched out and your ear looks like it might’ve been ripped.

The Opportunist I gave a thieving look, he has that attitude. As well as another ponytail, can’t have feathers getting in the way of the backstabbing move.

And that’s them! Now if you don’t mind me I’m going to go die now, my drawing arm hurts.

Edit: I forgot the Cold, damn

Someone suggested medieval assassin wear because he always insists on the princess being dead, and she usually is when he shows up. Also the wisps in his eyes? He has heavily impaired vision, because his worldview is so skewed.

#slay the princess #art #stp voices #stp the long quiet #voice of the hero #voice of the contrarian #voice of the broken #voice of the smitten #voice of the hunted #voice of the paranoid #voice of the cold #voice of the skeptic #voice of the cheated #voice of the stubborn #voice of the opportunist #my art #many thanks to those who gave suggestions #if you see this underneath the mountain of other tags

[boruwa-sranie]

I made these linocut pieces back in the school year because it's free at my school and a sweetie graphic design teacher organized it (+ needed some hobbies to branch out lolol)

from the oldest to newest:

cirno fumo, first one I did that's why it looks a bit ugly. didn't do my best on the japanese writing too

kogasa tatara, I like her design a lot but I think that was too much for me to try making as my second piece (and sorry for not having a better print of her (-ω-；))

ran yakumo, actually love her a lot!! looks so cool and mystical... the pose kinda silly but lol :3c whatever looks pretty. also adding kanji significantly makes the piece cooler looking trust me (you just have to flip the symbols so it looks fine in the final piece (almost forgor about it with cirno))

kirisame marisa, spent way too much time on this one all the lineart was TOO MUCH WORK to make it look pretty, too many light spots and details phew

big boss catboyfied, started out as just big boss but later I got the urge to give the man cutesy cat ears (funniest shit), thanks komoda for making the hard image even harder (harder because I'm hard rn /j) also his fucking eyepatch is on the wrong eye!! forgot to flip it!! fucking dammit!!!

victini, actually I was at such a loss for ideas I just made my favorite mythical pokemon. tried making it look nice and give it the tarot card aesthetic but kinda sorta fucked up lol whoops whatever :3c still like him my teacher even made a few prints in red instead of black

natural harmonia/N, made him after finishing my playthrough of pokemon black I've been procrastinating on a lot and damn I love this twink so much.... the designers cooked so good when they made him, great guy love him my favorite vegan animal activist, has a bonus zorua and katakana of his name to eliminate negative space (plus makes me look smart) , also some another teacher thought he's a chick, amazing

bonus (cause not really linocut) engineer I made on the last day after making N (teacher found me something to do), made him by placing a piece of paper on a still wet painted linoleum slab and drawing on top of the silly sandwich for the imprint, looks hellish and deep fried. kinda dig it (don't come at me if he looks silly I drew him for the first time with little to no sketch....)

phew this post took like an hour to glue together hope tumblr nerds will like this one

#yayy #touhou project #東方 #東方project #touhou #fumo #cirno #kogasa tatara #ran yakumo #marisa kirisame #metal gear solid #mgs #big boss #naked snake #catboy #wears a hello kitty t shirt cause i thought it would be quite funny #pokemon #unova #pokemon unova #gen 5 pokemon #victini #n pokemon #natural harmonia gropius #not the n word i swear #engineer tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 #fanart #art #linocut

[azureaqua]

Oh my, She did it again! (a.k.a Ikevamp artbreeder edits this time - Pt. 2)

Yup, here we go, Part 2! Let's resume!

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Part 1 here, if you missed it!

• Leonardo da Vinci

(I admit I was worried about him, when I started. I couldn't convert his avatar into a semi-realistic guy in my head immediately, so I was unsure. But I went with it, kind of mindlessly and just enjoyed the ride. And it worked! I think he got that mature, older-man look! A relaxed but piercing stare at the same time, and a laid-back expression! His hair is nothing like the game design but you know... I don't hate the extra curls. ;))

• Comte de Saint-Germain

(This is my take on him. It's not so good, not so bad, it's something... But I know I'll never be able to live down @redweed 's edit of him, that I saw once, it was utter perfection. He didn't even got the exact hair color, and its shape has a life of its own. Sorry, Comte. I went for and older, more mature look for him too, like Leo, since the dude's an ancient vampire, so might as well add some age to his gentlemanly features. Maybe his stare is a bit harsh? Not as welcoming and gentle, but a decent try from me!)

• Jean d'Arc

(Again, that one guy with the eyepatch. But this time I didn't struggle that much when drawing it on after. Yeah, I also edited his hair... The other picture is the actual portrait I achieved in artbreeder, minus the eye color. His hair was impossible to do - for me at least -, so I didn't even try. Like with Comte. I went more for the hair color, instead. It's decent, I like his blank and stone-faced stare. And I like how the hair and eyepatch drawing came out! He looks nice!)

• Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

(He was one of the first — IF NOT the first that I completed. I don't remember. His features overall seem a bit strange and a bit possessed, with this eye color. His hair is a tad bit longer than in the game, but I'm actually surprised and happy that I could keep the pure white and it doesn't fade into a grayish color midway, just at the neck area, where it's darker anyway, due to shadows and overlapping lol. I'm satisfied with it! He's a bit grumpy but isn't he always like that?)

• William Shakespeare

(I admit, I kind of forgot about him, and I realized in the last minute that he's missing. Sorry, Shakes. He was similar to Leonardo, couldn't really imagine him right away, but as I searched and just went with it, it came out nice in the end! I went for a gentle look and longer hair, but damn— this time his hair came out really long XD. It looks like he has a long ponytail that reaches his shoulders, and it's a big unhinged, but it's okay since Will is unhinged too, sometimes. Even his mismatched eyes look nice, I like him!)

• Vlad

(I REALLY wanted to go for that soft and pure smile he usually wears! But he also has strong features; a long, firm jaw and nicely curved mouth, so it took a while. But I achieved what I wanted! And in the end, his hair came out good too! By that time, I didn't even pay that much attention to hairstyles. But he looks decent nonetheless, in my opinion. I kind of messed up with his eye color, but nvm. He has that sweet, pure but adult-like, mature look at the same time.)

• Johann Georg Faust

(Okay, OKAY. Everyone calm down! Don't lose control, I know he looks really good! XD. No, but for real, I didn't even spent that much time on him — with editing on glasses and all. AND HE CAME OUT LIKE THIS. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO'S IN LOVE?? Be my husband, Faust. I was interested in him so far too, but NOW. Although the shape of his glasses are kinda off, you can see the general idea. I drew on his ear cuff and the small chain attached to it, connecting it with his specs, and edited his eyes, but I didn't even need to touch his hair! He just looks sooo good. And his strict, ruthless expression is one to die for too!)

• Charles-Henri Sanson

(I wanted to make him soft, but not as soft as Vincent. And I wanted to add difference in his features too, of course. I unintentionally made his hair this curly, but it makes him cuter in my opinion. I wanted a semi-smiling, gentle expression on him. I didn't draw his earrings on, and his eyes don't pop as much as in the art. But he's precious, isn't he?)

Yay, another one of the Ikemen games is done!

(Now I need to make one for the Sengoku guys, right? Well, who knows, my page is pretty messed up now in artbreeder lol.)

Overall I'm really satisfied with the whole gang, they look really nice!

And the realistic filter helped them a lot! <3

#cybird ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp jean #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp charles #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp faust #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp isaac

[oh-three]

Secret Invasion S1E5:

Ooh, ominous music.

Fury whispering into the president's ear as he's wheeled into the ER.

Oh god, yeah, Skrulls have definitely been exposed. Thanks, Gravik. Pagon. Talos 😭

Pagon's losing faith. 🤐

Oh, damn. Rip.

And Gravik doesn't even care about his soldiers, nice. faceless. Ouch, man. Gonna be funny when they all turn on you next episode.

I don't understand Gravik's plan, I'm confused.

What happens if Fury just shoots her. Gets Raava out of the way. She's a pain in the neck. Give us back our Rhodey.

Fury, you should've killed her when you broke into her hotel suite last episode.

On the bright side, the footage of Talos was out first. So. At least people might begin to speculate that it wasn't him.

Beto's become brave fast. Speaking out for everyone. Dude, he's gonna kill you.

HAHA

YES. KILL HIM.

Okay, Gravik is actually pretty terrifying ngl. And a bit unhinged, now.

Rip Beto.

G'iah and Fury meet-up! Does she know Talos is dead yet? Yep, apparently so.

"I ran away from my father because I knew he would lose." Fucking OW???

The casual "Oh, shit" at the sound of the sirens. He's really not that bothered about being wanted, is he? 😂

I can see some of the old Fury shining through again. That's a great sign.

Sonya being her chaotic self. I love her. 😂 Hey, that was a perfectly good house!!

I forgot she was merciless 😭😂

How the hell did Fury get Talos's body back anyway?

Quiet houses are so intimidating omg. Always remind me or murder scenes and jumpscares.

Raava, leave Ritson alone. How does he not suspect anything???

This guy a SHIELD agent??? He reminds me of Lance Hunter.

Goodbye, Talos. You did good. You did good. ❤

It is good to see Varra and G'iah talking though. They seem to be good for each other. I wonder how close they were before all of this.

SPEAKING OF JUMPSCARES IN QUIET HOUSES.

Fuck 'em up, G'iah.

Well done.

This dude looks kinda like President Snow. OH. Lmao. Fury 🙄.

We need to see those face disguising masks more often.

Sonya and Fury really should have been working together throughout all of this. They each know things the others don't.

The Avengers save Earth from Thanos and Fury sends in Skrulls to collect their blood?????? Really?? Why? Good going, man. You've gotten Hill and Talos killed, and for what?

"Skrulls like the cold." I didn't know that.

Do all of his fake graves do that????????

Yesssssss, he's pulling out the coat and eyepatch again. Fury, it's good to have you back.

Next episode is gonna be so good omg.

#secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers

[toontails]

Toon Quest

Chapter 6: Just Close Your Eyes

A/n: This was already posted on Quotev, but I was so busy I damn near forgot to post on here. Sorry guys, but here it is, I have so many chapters in my stack for you guys because I love you all so much.

before reading I just wanted to let you know that this chapter does have music and that Quotev works best for it, though if you don’t use and or can’t access Quotev, the song is in the link when reaching the scene! If you’d like to read the chapter on Quotev, the link is right here!

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Y/n sat and watched as Alice combed her hair—the Angel sat on the end of her her bed—today was the day..and frankly..Y/n was a tad bit nervous about today—the day of the competition, she had heard them rehearse and the sound was glorious and meaningful but the thing is, who else might be there at the competition, some guy that was equivalent to Michael Jackson himself could be there! But that small bit of courage kept telling her that everything would be alright.

It was currently 6 in the morning and Y/n’s eyes felt like they would just close on their own, but Alice had woken her up twice now and hadn’t moved until the human finally sat up. Y/n slipped from out of the bed and mentally prepared herself for all the challenges that would be tossed her way, but either way she would face them—not that she really had a choice in the matter. 

Doing the regular routine of brushing her teeth, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes..which was the clothing the church provided but nevertheless she wore them, she opted out on not wearing the itchy stockings and placed her flats on before checking her bag to make sure the book and the stone was secured, which thankfully it was, throwing her bookbag on she looked over at Alice who had just finished combing through her dark thick hair. The Angel shot Y/n a smile before the two left the room. Walking over to the boys room, Y/n was met with Spunk’s peppy footsteps following after her, looking up at her with his tongue lolled out. 

Pushing the door open she spotted Panchito holding a rubber band in his hand and childishly shooting it at the back of Donald’s head who was busy fixing something on the kitchen counter—when the rubber band hit his head, Donald rolled his eyes before looking over his shoulder and to Panchito who gave him a smile with his hands beside him as if he hadn’t done it. 

Oswald was brushing his ears with a brush as he sat on the couch next to Felix and Bendy. Charley and Barley were talking—or more so antagonizing Bendy—as always. And Edgar was curled up on the couch beside Bendy asleep. Y/n walks over before sitting down between Bendy and Felix and Bendy looks at her slowly with a blank expression as Charley spoke in the background. 

“Remember that time you had to wear a tutu?”  Charley wheezed before laughing and Bendy looked away from Y/n and to Charley before rolling his eyes. “Gee..how could I ever forget..” muttered Bendy. 

“Charley, shut it.” Alice grumbled as she walked over and pushed him away from the arm of the couch before she sat down next to Edgar who had woken up shortly after she sat down. 

“About time ya’ got up. What’s the plan for today?” Barley asks—Y/n had taken notice that he didn’t have his eyepatch on which he wore the entire time she’s been around him but instead he didn’t have it on, his left eye was dull—as if he couldn’t see from that eye. Maybe visually impaired? A scar that started from right under his eyebrow and ended at the bottom of his eye was prominent; she hadn’t ever seen it in any of the shows he starred in—even if he had the patch off for a split second, even then she could vaguely remember not seeing the scar. 

It was actually quite cool to look at to be honest. She looked away from Barley who was still distracted by Alice speaking—which Y/n didn’t know she was speaking until she placed her attention on her. 

“So, today is the day guys.” Alice started before looking at everyone. Panchito smiled excitedly and wrapped an arm around Donald’s shoulders. “I must say so myself? I am quite excited!” He exclaims, Donald stumbled slightly when Panchito leaned all his weight onto him. 

“And..what exactly are we going to do if we don’t win that jewel?” Oswald asks the real question that Y/n had been pondering over for the last few minutes and Charley turns back around after thinking about walking off to do gods know what.

“No. We’re not stealing it.” Alice quickly spoke for Charley who groaned and clenched his eyes shut. “What else is the best option then?!” He bellowed. 

Alice only snickered—clearly she only said that to get a reaction out of him. “Fine..if we somehow don’t manage to win. Which I hope we do..then you can steal it Charley.” Alice comments and Charley seems to calm down at the mention of that—like a child being gifted a basket of candy to keep them at bay for the time being. 

“We’re supposed to be down there at 10am to get the sisters ready.” Alice informs—it was currently 8am and they had about a good hour to get back into town and Felix noticed the time on the wall clock when he glanced over. 

“Well, maybe it would be best to leave now, what time does the actual competition start?” He asks Alice and she searches through her brain to remember the time. 

“7 at night. So I’ll have plenty of time to get the sisters ready and all that.” She says And Edgar squeaks before sitting up and clapping his hands—Y/n still couldn’t understand anything that came from Edgar’s mouth but it seemed, Charley, Barley, Bendy and Alice would understand him—but the odd thing was Boris couldn’t really understand Edgar at times. 

Alice laughs softly at what Edgar said before nodding, placing a hand on Edgar’s head. “Me too Eddie.” 

“Well! Come on—we got the whole day ahead of us.” Donald announced before motioning his hand towards the door. 

The day was only starting and Y/n could feel the excitement stirring up. 

-

Once making it to the venue—Alice had wandered off with the sister that way they could start rehearsing for majority of the day—Charley and Edgar had went off with her and Barley was busy writing the names down on the tickets—mostly the nuns names as they were the ones that would be singing up on stage tonight. Alice didn’t want to get onstage as much as they wanted her too, they even tried to stick Y/n into, but the human never slipped away from a conversation so quick In her life. 

The boys were standing near a bench talking—mostly trying to think about what to do until the time came to congregate back at the venue. 

Y/n walks over to Barley, Spunk removes himself from the ground he had been busy watching bee’s fly around in the grass and follows behind Y/n. 

When she slowly stopped beside Barley who was still writing down the many names that he surprisingly could remember. 

“Barley.” She says and he was still writing down as he grunted letting her know she got his attention. “How’d you get your scar on your eye?” She asks. 

“If I said I ran into a pole, ya’ won’t ask me that again?” He says as he continued writing down the names slowly now that Y/n was speaking to him. And for some reason his answer seemed like a lie. 

“Really, a pole.” She deadpans and Barley laughs before placing the clipboard down and looking at her. Spunk circled around the inside of Y/n’s legs before sitting in between her feet to look up at the two. 

“No—that’s a fib.” The two looked over to see Bendy walking over. “I gave em’ a good punch one time on set by accident.” Bendy answered Y/n’s question that he somehow heard her ask. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. Jeez. 

“Jeez Bendy, you punched him that hard?” She says as Bendy laughed and Barley chuckled under his breath. “Coulda’ been harder, come on sweets. Let’s take a walk, yeah?” Bendy motioned for her to follow him, intertwining his arm with hers as the two started to walk away—Spunk scurrying after the two, his tail wagging as he trots after. 

But Barley never truly answered her question. But she brushed it off as a small inside joke within Bendy and Barley and walked beside Bendy back over to the boys who stood by a picnic bench. 

“Jeez Panchito—you didn’t have to pinch so hard.” Donald groaned in pain and rubbed his arm—Panchito sat on the table—his feet resting in the bench seat as he watched Donald cower in pain. “Oh—my friend I barely even landed a finger on you.” Panchito laughs. Felix chuckled at the two and moved his gaze over to Bendy and Y/n when they wandered back over. 

“Glad you two came back, and heard there was a small fair a few blocks away for the competition, maybe it’ll be nice to let loose and enjoy the day, yeah?” Felix’s eyes  looked at the group and Y/n immediately nodded. All she did ever since leaving home was fight for her life and run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Some time at the fair before they had to get back to work was perfect in her opinion. 

“Sounds good.” Oswald says—letting go of Donald’s arm he was examining after Panchito punched his arm. 

The next thing Y/n knew was Bendy scurried off chasing Spunk when the pup took off running with someone’s balloon—Felix had wandered off with Donald and Panchito to look for something to eat and Oswald chose to stay beside Y/n, watching as they all wandered off. 

“Well then.” Y/n said before looking at Oswald who was busy looking off in another direction. “It’s you and me then!” She smiled at the rabbit who then looked at her and smiled.

And for the last hour or so Oswald and Y/n pretty much went around to different booths playing various games..which Y/n felt was a tad bit rigged as in one of the games it was toss and aim—and she certainly hit the stack of blocks but the ball just bounced right off as if it were a wall. She really only aimed it because she wanted the elephant teddy bear that was on display and when she used the only 5 dollars she had in her pockets and lost, she felt like tearing apart the damn stand—up until Oswald had won it for her—despite her aim being pretty decent, he managed it hit the blocks down and win it for her. 

Bendy had managed to find the two—with Spunk locked in his arms, the pup laid limply in his arm as his tail wagged excitedly, Y/n held the elephant teddy bear in her hands and smiled at Bendy when he got close to the two, placing Spunk on the ground, the pup sat down obediently and gazes up at the three. 

Bendy’s chest heaved up and down as if he were out of breath and he sighed. “That thing is a lot faster than I thought.” Bendy pants and Oswald reaches down and pats Spunk’s head. “I’m sure he wasn’t that fast.” Oswald.

Bendy only huffed at that statement, Spunk hadn’t moved once he spotted Y/n glance down at him and made sure he didn’t wander off again. Thankfully he didn’t. 

Spotting a snack stand, Y/n decided it would be best to get a small snack—she was sure they wouldn’t return to the church until late at night to actually have a meal. 

“I’ll be back.” Y/n says as she wandered past Bendy and Oswald, she heard the metal of Spunk’s collar clinking together and the pup trotted behind her as she walked over to the snack stand. The cashier was busy scrolling through their phone until Y/n placed her hands on the counter and when she did so the cashier placed his phone away to take her order—there wasn’t much aside from small snacks like a bag of chips, nachos…which consisted of really just nacho chips and cheese and a basket of fries which she decided to take order the fries. 

As she was waiting for them when the cashier turned his back to grab the fries from a pan of already made ones—Y/n looked down at Spunk who was already looking up at her. His tail wagged quickly when she placed her focus on him and she smiled softly. “Do you eat food?” She asks him. Not that she really expected an answer from him—but Spunk’s ears perked up when Y/n spoke. He stood up on his fours and sniffed the ground frantically. The tip of his nose moved ever so slightly until it landed on an abandoned lonely fry. Picking it up he raised his head up and ate the fry before looking at Y/n. 

Which…she was surprised considering that he could actually eat what sort of technology was Hector using when developing Spunk? 

The sound of laughter and cheering caught Y/n’s attention. Her eyes moved away from Spunk and the two looked over to a group of people clapping and dancing, soon a man slipped through the crowd in fits of laughter. A flower necklace of various colors rested upon his neck and a pair of star shaped glasses. He had a thin mustache and dark hair. Wearing a white dress shirt with slacks he seemed to be like he belonged more so in a business office rather than a festival. But who was she to say anything

“Alright! Alright! That’s enough!” He laughed as he waved off some people who wanted him to continue in their little group serenade. Which they did let him go as they turned back around to continue dancing and singing. 

The man fixed his shirt as he walked Y/n’s way. Not busy paying attention until he looked up from fixing a loose button on his dress shirt. Catching each other's gaze, Y/n thought he would walk around her to walk off, so she stepped to the side—closer to the stand but he slowed down in his pace and stopped walking to look at her in—what she would say ‘shock’ 

“Well…I be damned..” he says. Spunk moves to stand in front of Y/n and crouches down slightly and lets out an audible growl. Y/n glances over her shoulder to see who the man was speaking to. But finding no one she looked back at him and slowly furrowed her eyes. 

“You don’t happen to be M/n’s daughter, right?” He asks. Hearing her mothers name leave the man’s mouth did cause her to ease up a tad bit and not assume he was another person out to kill her, because it seemed like that number was rising quite frequently as the days passed. The man smiled and placed his hands on his hips. 

“Uh. Yes, that’s my mom-“

“Why, I can’t believe it! Look at how healthy you got! I knew you when you were just a baby!” The man says. And frankly Y/n had never seen that man a day in her life—and she was certain she had Atleast a decent memory. She slowly squints her eyes at the man’s face to examine his features but..frankly she didn’t see him anywhere in that head of hers. 

“Uh…who are you again?” She asks. Not wanting to rip down his confident accusations.

“Bertram Piedmont. I made you a little car toy in the studio when you just learnin’ to walk—or was that when you fell down the stairs that one time..” he tapped his finger to his hip. 

Y/n was too focused on Bertram—which to remind you the name didn’t ring a bell to her—that she didn’t notice Spunk wandering over to Bertram and sniffing at his foot in a discreet manner. 

Y/n only remembered having a few conversations with Henry and some of the others in the studio, but she couldn’t remember too much in the factor or being given toys but then again she could barely remember half of her classmates names when she graduated—but that came mostly because she never cared to keep it stored in her mind. 

Bertram noticed her silence, but didn’t point it out. “Oh don’t worry. I can barely remember where I keep my pens.” He chuckled. 

“You used to work with my mom?” Y/n asks. Which wouldn’t be surprising if he did—considering Y/n’s mother was the office assistant and basically second in command when Henry wasn’t around the studio she would deal and manage with a lot of employees in and out on a daily basis. 

Bertram seemed to think about that for a moment before moving his hand in a so-so motion. “Wasn’t really a worker there—I worked for a third party in an attempt to open a park.” He says. It seemed Bertram had stories to share—which was rather exciting considering she enjoyed hearing stories her mother had to share when she came from work—turns out working in the studio was a whole lot more adventurous than she thought.

The man seemed to contemplate for a moment, clipping his mouth closed with a slow nod before he dug into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Y/n, the girl stared at the card for a moment, a white card that didn’t have any eye catching details on it other than the name of the location and the buildings title. 

Slowly taking the card from his grasp she looked down at the card and examined it. 

267 Boulevard Lane, CA

Greystone Hospital 

She looks back at Bertram and gives him a perplexed expression. 

“Whenever you have the time. Give it a visit. Please.”  He tells her. He then motioned towards a direction. 

“Now I gotta get going! Tell your ma’ I’ll visit sometime this month, I do need to give everyone a surprise visit.” Bertram gives a short laugh as Y/n looks back down at the card—no. What the hell did he give her this for? 

“Don’t show anyone that card or else they’ll have my head.” He says. 

When she glanced back at Bertram he had already scampered off before she could ask him about the card.  Glancing back down at it, Y/n flipped the card over to see it was nothing there, flipping it back to the front to see the words still there. Y/n could feel a small feeling erupting in her, she had begun to be curious with not only Bertram—but whatever he handed her. 

The words stared back at her and she heard Bendy’s voice from behind her. “You good?” 

Y/n clasped her hand over the card before turning around to face Bendy and the others who had thankfully found each other safely. Panchito was holding a bag of cotton candy—his entire arm sifting through the bag as if he were looking for something. 

Donald stood beside the rooster—as always and was watching his friend as Felix and Oswald stood behind Bendy as well. 

“Yeah.” Y/n quickly reassured. Bendy slowly nods and gives her a short smile as if finding her quick reply nerve wracking. 

“Well, Alice has something to tell us, so we gotta get back ta’ her.” He explains and Y/n nods. Spunk sits down and looks up at Y/n when Bendy turns to look at Felix who started to speak about—whatever, Y/n wasn’t paying attention. Moving her arm to place the card in her bag's pocket she then started after everyone who turned to leave the festival. 

-

“Alright, do you want bad news or good news first.” Alice stood in front of everyone with her arms on her hips. The nuns were off rehearsing in some room in a building across the street from the venue which gave time to settle the much bigger problems. 

Bendy stood next to Y/n and the two looked at Alice with the same exact expression. Confusion and frustrated anticipation. Jesus..what could get in their way now. They were currently backstage of the venue stage where the actual performances would take place, a few people here and there wandering by to get stuff ready but Y/n wasn’t nearly paying attention to all of that.

Charley was lazily sitting in a chair near a desk that had random stuff and props on it. He was watching as if he knew exactly what Bendy would say when Alice would finish talking. 

“So. Turns out. We need a speaking scene.” She says. Great. Bendy groaned inwardly after placing a hand on his hip. “Great..” he muttered. 

“I mean it ain’t too bad.” Charley pipes up as he was busy fiddling with whatever paper he was folding together in his hands. Edgar let out a soft grunt and shook his head. He was seated on the floor, by his feet was a flute and Boris was also seated on the floor leaning against the wall beside Panchito—who seemed to not even be paying attention to the conversation as he was busy. 

“Yeah, might not be bad…if we didn’t have a little under 7 hours to create a scene and have everyone mesmerize lines..which we don’t have.” Bendy was right. Just a short team sounds nice. But considering the fact that they didn’t have any sort of script—and they surely didn’t have time to make one and then get everyone to memorize it. 

“Not to mention, I don’t think the nuns would be any good at acting besides singin.” Bendy looks back at Alice and she slowly nods, Boris looks away from the flute he had in his hands to fix up before looking at Bendy and Alice with a smile. 

“Ya’ know! What harm would it be if we got on stage? Not to toot my horn or anything. But toons can create a scenario in seconds. Plus, we do it for a living.” He says and Bendy thought for a moment. Charley grunts. 

“Don’t—“

“Great. Charley, you can get up there.” Bendy quickly says and Charley groans and pressed his hand to his face after Bendy’s quick recruitment.

“Why?” He asks. 

“You owe me a favor anyway. And this is the favor.” Bendy gave Charley a snarky smile—knowing he didn’t have to send Charley up on stage tonight for any particular reason. He just wanted to. 

Charley seemed to want to say something but he froze before grunting. “Ya know what fine…I guess Henry wouldn’t mind me tellin’ who broke his lamp a few months ag-“

“Don’t..” Bendy quickly looks at Charley with a pointed expression. Alice slowly rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You both will go up there.” She diffused whatever argument the two would get themselves into. 

“Just perform like you would on any show day. Butcher Gang against Bendy. There.” Quick and simple and surely they knew what she meant considering they shot many times on scenes. 

Bendy sputtered for a moment. “Now hold it! Why I gotta be the trash of this whole show?” 

“Because. That’s what yer best at.” Barley chuckled and Charley laughed after him. Boris’s tail wagged and he gently lifted a paw. “Oh oh! I wanna join. Y/n should too!” Boris suddenly brought Y/n up and she slowly opened her mouth to decline. She hadn’t had too many experiences acting on stage—better yet with no rehearsal whatsoever so improvising wouldn’t be too good to do on her first ever try. 

“Uh…” she slowly said and Bendy glanced at her from the corner of his eyes before looking at Alice who was already looking at Y/n.  

“Ya know that ain’t a half bad idea..” Charley said slowly as he slowly stood up from his chair.

“She’s comin’ with us.” He quickly says and Bendy squints his eyes. “Why?” 

“Why the hell we need two hero’s to the story? A 4th member of the Butcher Gang sounds good to me.”  

-

Which ultimately led Y/n in the green room—surrounded by clothes and other props, the smell of dust and old paper hit Y/n’s, Charley, Barley and Edgar’s nose. 

“Wow.” Y/n said as she wandered over to a desk where props of badges and fake guns sat. She picked up the holster and the prop gun and glanced at it. 

“Alright, rule number one to being a Butcher. What’s your best line for when you’re robbing a bank?” Charley said as he stood by the door, Edgar scurried off to go mess with the plethora of clothes as Barley stood beside Charley. 

Y/n looks over at Edgar who was in the motion of climbing the wall. Pointing the prop to him Edgar quickly looks at her. “Gimmie your money!” She shouts, Edgar lets out a shocked squeak before scurrying off the wall and hiding behind a box. 

She looked at Charley and smiled brightly who didn’t exactly expect her to shout and flinched when she did so. 

“Can I pick out the outfits? I want an eyepatch like Barley! Oh wait no there’s a hook!” Y/n’s attention was quickly taken away to the open box filled with even more props and clothing. Charley shrugged and lets out a chuckle. “We should be fine.”

It took a little over an hour for Y/n to find some clothes—and Alice walking in with Bendy—who was wearing some cowboy get up—which he did not like. 

Alice had him by the horn as she smiled at the four. “Look! Ain’t he cute!” Alice squeals, Bendy swats her hand away and rolls his eyes. The cowboy hat was hanging on the string around Bendy’s neck, and he seemed to represent the sheriff. 

“Good simple plot. Sheriff comes to town and stops robbers from robbing a bank.” Alice explains and frankly Y/n liked the sound of that as everyone else did as well considering that they didn’t object. Alice walks over to Y/n and places a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get her dressed. You boys go and practice.” She says. 

“We have a little over 6 hours. So we have to make sure everyone’s ready.” Alice said as Charley, Barley and Edgar walked towards the door where Bendy was. Charley nudged Bendy and chuckled who only rolled his eyes. 

“Alright, alright.” The boys walked out of the room, closing the door behind them as they did so. 

“Alright. Let’s see.” Alice starts as she slowly walks over to the box of costumes and starts sitting through them. Y/n sat down at the vanity and watched Alice—who seemed to already found an outfit. The Angel turned around with the clothes in her hands and placed them on the vanity. 

She turned the chair around towards the vanity and Y/n found herself looking at herself in the mirror as Alice pulled out a brush from seemingly nowhere.

“Alright. This’ll take just a moment.” 

-

Mugman had been gnawing at his fingers for the past 20 minutes for what it felt like. Cuphead stood beside him with his hands in his pocket with a careless expression. Butch had been sitting on a chair holding an ice pack to his eye with a—not so happy expression. 

Susie had her arms crossed as she looked at the gang of goons with a perplexed and infuriated expression. “And..tell me…again…how on earth…DID YOU LOSE THEM AGAIN?!” She shouts. Bettigan scratched the back of his neck with a strained expression as he rocked back and forth on the heels of his boots. 

“Look—they’re good at running, that’s all I can give you.” Mango grunts before rolling his eyes and then glancing down at Cuphead. “This knucklehead had the girl right in his hand but she managed to get away.” Quickly changing the attention to him and to Cuphead, Cuphead raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders.  

“She hit my head.” He says nonchalantly. Susie only rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “The job is simple. Kill the girl, get the book and that rabbit.” Susie didn’t even know how many times she had to stress it out for them but it seemed she had to do it damn near every day. 

“The girl.” The voice of the man in the trench coat was present. He slowly sauntered over—he was so mysterious to Cuphead and Mugman. They couldn’t see his face, he spoke in one tone half the time—which was very low and demanding yet he never really shouted at anyone—not nearly as much as Susie, King Dice and the Devil. Which all made Cuphead very curious. 

Who was he?

Susie looks over at the man and gives him a perplexed expression. “I don’t think you all noticed but she’s very observant. Attacking her head on would only startle her. I noticed she gets reckless when being in pursuit. Distracted and lets her guard down.” 

What? What was he pointing that out for? Mugman slowly opened his mouth as if debating to say something. 

“Then—“ he starts. The man looks over at Mugman. “Then—if we don’t attack her head on, what are we going to do, just..chase her until she gets tired?” He asks. The man seemed to think of that as a moment. 

“Ugh—just toss her away—how hard can that be.” Cuphead looks over to see the Devil standing by a pillar with King Dice standing beside him. 

“Which is why I have three other people to help.” The man looks over to the door behind him. Mugman quickly looked at Cuphead and nudged him. 

“This is bad.” He whispered to Cuphead who still held a nonchalant expression on his face. 

“If I’m honest…I have been holding back on doing this. But it’s the only option we have.” The man says. The doors opened slowly—and a figure walked out, their clothing was bland. And didn’t stick out. Wearing a black vest jacket and what seemed to be a black sweater with dark jeans and shoes with gloves covering their fingers—it seemed more like winter gloves than anything, which was questionable as winter wasn’t until another 6 months. 

But what really caught the brothers attention was the odd white mask, with two holes for the eyes—it didn’t have much details—but it resembled something more like what a person would wear for their Halloween costume. Moving to stand on either side of them were two other people. 

One also had a mask on—and was a few inches shorter than the one in the middle. The 2nd figure wore a dingy white mask—there was a stitched whole near the area the mouth should be. And two horns near the top of their head with gems dangling from either one. And a bowler hat resting on top of their head. The golden eyes pierced through the holes of the mask and flickered over to everyone in a way to just examine them. The third one stood tall and had white feathered wings protruding from his back. A white jacket and white dress shirt—he had a golden halo above his slicked white hair. His eyes looked away from the man in the trench coat before looking over at Cuphead and Mugman which Mugman quickly looked away. 

“You’ll be working with them.” The man in the trenchcoat says. 

“Oh man…” Mugman muttered 

Not even a second when Susie, Dice, the Devil and the oddly mysterious man in the trench coat left. Mugman grabbed Cuphead by his shoulders and immediately pressed his nose against Cuphead’s and spoke lowly. 

“This is horrible! We gotta warn them!” Mugman whispered and Cuphead placed a hand on Mugman’s shoulders and gently pushed him away to give him space. “Don’t worry about it. You saw the way they all handled themselves the day before, and in that sewer. A couple of ‘reinforcements’ ain’t gonna stop them.” Cuphead seemed pretty confident in the fact that Y/n and the others can hold their end just fine. But Mugman was bothered. He felt something was wrong—and frankly he was good at spotting things while Cuphead was good at just brushing things off his shoulder and letting the world handle the problems for him. 

“You idiot. They brought an archangel!” Mugman shouts and frantically shakes Cuphead, Cuphead furrows his eyebrows and seats Mugman’s hands away. 

“Mugman, Cuphead.” The two quickly looked over and spotted Bettigan standing next to the shorter toon with the mask, he motioned to them. “You’re with these three tonight.” He said. Mugman looks back at Cuphead. 

“That kind of power can kill a toon in an instant.” He says before releasing Cuphead. 

“What..” Cuphead says as Mugman starts over to the two with a nervous laugh. “Sorry about that. Ya’ know. Sometimes he gets distracted.” Mugman says and Bettigan only grunts. “Whatever. You two are in charge of finding them tonight. Abel’ll report back to us when you guys see them.” 

Abel. Mugman looks over the Angel toon who was busy picking something off his wings before he stopped doing so and looked over to Mugman. 

“Oh, you must be Mugman.” He says. Cuphead walks over and Abel looks at Cuphead as well. Bettigan didn’t seem to care for introductions as he walked off to go get ready for the night. 

“And Cuphead.” Abel says. Cuphead shrugged. 

“So. You’re an actual Angel or somethin—I got a few stories for you about the Devil.” Cuphead started but before he could get too deep Mugman nudged his brother's shoulder. “Ignore him.” 

“Oh yeah. Because he’s totally a real Angel, he only took the offer because of some demon guy.” Mugman flinched when he heard a feminie voice from behind the mask, looking at the toon wearing the mask he assumed she didn’t speak but was surprised when she did. 

“Bendy?” Cuphead asks and the toon nods. “Yeah..” she grumbled—which she seemed to not like the name—if Cuphead could see that without seeing her facial expressions, then it was evident her disdain towards the demon was well aware. 

“I’m Slicer.” She introduced. Extending both her hands to Cuphead and Mugman. Cuphead took her hand and shook it but Mugman was a tad bit hesitant as he slowly grabbed Slicer’s hand and shook it. Releasing their hand, Slicer looked over towards the third who hadn’t said much. 

“And that is Pib.” Abel introduced them. Mugman looks at Pib who only moved their head slightly to look at Mugman, they were taller than him, which Mugman took a step back from Pib who had such an intimidating aurora.

“Uh..hi! My name is Mugman. And…this is Cuphead.” Mugman placed an arm on Cuphead. But Pib didn’t speak. 

“Pib doesn't talk.” Slicer says. Oh…well. 

Pib looks away from the two. In a state of disinterest, but instead looking around them ever so slightly. Cuphead only slowly furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Pib. “Uh…what’s wrong with ‘er?” He asks and Mugman huffs at his brother from his prude comment. 

“Cuphead.” He grits through his teeth. 

“Just isn’t much of a talker. I don’t think she talks at all, never heard her speak.” Slicer explains—well as best as she could as Abel remained silent—he didn’t seem to care to explain much of anything. “I’m not too..well educated on humans, I had a fair share of time speaking with them, but I can’t understand their health too much.” 

Cuphead slowly looks away from Pib and looks at Abel. “So. What’s your deal with Bendy?” He asks. 

Abel didn’t respond immediately before letting out a single grunt. “Nothing specific.” He then looks at Pib and motioned towards them. 

“I think some good fresh air would be nice for Pib.” 

“Yeah!” Mugman immediately agreed, mostly because he just wanted to get away from the conversation. “We can—we can split up—“ Mugman looks at Abel and Slicer. “You two can check the West end of town while me, Cuphead and Pib can check the East end.” Mugman gives a wavering smile at the two and Slicer’s golden gaze flickered over to Abel for a moment as Abel stared down at Mugman before nodding. 

-

“And..do..pray tell…why are we taking her? Why couldn’t it just go with Abel and Slicer?” Cuphead glanced over his shoulder to the figure trailing behind the brothers as they walked down the sidewalk in town. Mugman moved Cuphead’s head back to facing the front as they continued onward. 

“The competition is on the east side of the town. If Abel and Slicer are over here they’ll find the others way quicker than needed…plus.” Mugman glanced back at Pib, who was curiously glancing around at the men and women of the town dressed in their pristine clothing. 

“She seems harmless.” He says before looking back at Cuphead. “Plus. We’re just luring them away from the venue.” 

“I mean I guess.”  Cuphead looks at Pib and whistles to catch their attention. Pib looks away from a pup being walked and looks over at Cuphead. 

“Ever had any cotton candy?” He asks Pib. But of course she didn’t answer as she only stared at them. The brothers slowed down so Pib could catch up, and when they did, Cuphead motioned towards a stand—a man was handing out cones of cotton candy of different colors and flavors. 

“Go get some candy—“ 

Mugman smacks Cuphead’s band and glares at him. “Pib’s not a dog!” Mugman scoffs. Pib walks over to the stand as Mugman had scolded Cuphead—who was busy rubbing his hand as he squinted at Cuphead. 

“What’s yer problem? Geez, we gotta ditch the idiot.” Cuphead lowered his voice for Mugman to hear in case Pib tried cutting into their conversation.

“I don’t know about that Cuphead. Pib seems really nice. I mean look.” Mugman looks over to Pib who was taking a cone of cotton candy and handing it to a kid who was peering up at Pib. The kid smiled and thanked Pib before quickly scurrying off. Pib turns back to the man at the stand and motioned for more, Cuphead gives Mugman a blank expression.

“We ditch Pib, and go to the others. It’s almost sunset and that’s when Bettigan and the others will find out about the venue because half of the town’ll be down there.” It was new to Cuphead to be the voice of reason in this scenario but Mugman at times could be just as stubborn as his brother.

Mugman did think for a moment before grunting. 

“Fine..” he says. “That means that when the concert ends—we gotta high tail it outta here.” 

“You’re still worried about Abe—“

“ARCHANGEL!” Mugman shouts at Cuphead who immediately stops talking. Cuphead furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Alright, alright..” 

-

7:07PM

Y/n looked away from the clock on the wall and rocked back and forth on her feet—rather nervously. Charley had been standing beside her as he was busy ripping something up—she was sure it was someone’s book as she noticed Charley had a knack for destroying people's property. Edgar laid on the floor playing with the prop gun and Barley was seated in a chair trying not to drift asleep. 

It seemed Y/n was the only one bothered. The wood creaked under her boots everytime she rocked back and forth. And soon she felt Charley grip her shoulder, which caused her to look at him and see he gave her a blank expression. “Would you sit the hell still?” He grumbled. Y/n stopped moving and placed her hands to her side which was nervously fiddling with the bandanna around her neck. 

“I have never been onstage before and I literally have five lines to remember and they all escaped my head.“ she confessed and Charley released her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “So? Just improvise.” He says and Y/n lets out a strained noise with her throat. 

“That’s even harder.” 

“Trust, it won’t be too hard when you get out there.” Charley’s pep talk wasn’t exactly a pep talk but what did she expect from the guy. 

Edgar wandered over and placed a hand on her arm and squeaked before placing his head on her hand. Y/n gently rubbed Edgar’s head and sighed Atleast someone tried to help her. 

She felt someone gently grab her face and when she looked up she spotted Alice who smiled at her, and gently pats her head. “You’ll do great.” Alice says. 

“So..” looking over. Donald, Panchito, Oswald, Felix, Boris and Bendy walked into the green room as well. 

“What’s next after this?” Donald asks. Alice didn’t have a clue—she only had one plan which was to get that stone. 

“Well. You mentioned getting pieces to the heart. That should probably be your guy's next objective when you receive the stone, so At Least you won’t have the Devil on your back while you’re out.” Alice says, Barley opened his eyes—he had been listening to the conversation the entire time. 

“And..what exactly are we gonna tell Henry we head back home?” Barley asks Alice. Considering they did leave sorta unannounced. Alice tapped her arm as she thought to herself. 

“Well…that celebration is next week..” Alice looks at Bendy. “Which means you guys need to be back home by the following Friday. 8 days from now.”  She says…8 days surely won’t be enough to find four stone pieces. 

“8 days?” Bendy seemed to think that wasn’t enough as well. And Alice nods. “I won’t be able to cover for you all if you guys aren’t back in California next week. And from the notes I read from Henry’s and M/n’s meeting. It seems important…and mandatory.” She says. 

“Well. That means we’ll just have to work quicker. No biggie.” Felix pipes up and Donald grunts. “Now we’re timed?” Panchito nudged Donald and he smiled. “Oh don’t worry! Look at how easy it was to get the first piece. I’m sure the 3 others wouldn’t be too hard to get.” It seemed Panchito was more of the comic relief—which Y/n thanked as he was very good at setting a comfortable mood. 

“Don’t die—“ Charley paused for a moment before swatting his hand towards Bendy as if shooing him away. “As a matter of fact. Please do. M’ sure Henry will let me take your spot.” 

“So. Are we certain that they’re comfortable being on stage?” Oswald looks out of the green room from the group of nuns—who actually were enjoying their time outside together backstage, smiling at one another and singing until it was time for the show to start. Oswald looks at Alice who smiles and nods. “Oh yeah. They’ll be just fine.” She reassured. 

“Oh wow!” Panchito suddenly appeared next to Y/n and looked at the costume that Y/n was wearing. Brown pants with various pockets. A brown button up with a velvet brown vest with a brown bandanna, on her head was a cowboy hat that Alice managed to find deep in the boxes of props and a prop gun in a holster to her side. 

“You look like a broke hobo in the Midwest.” Panchito says as he quickly circled around her to examine the costume. Y/n laughed and Alice fixed the hat on the human's head. “Remember guys. Simple and quick.” Alice reminds before eyeing Charley and Bendy. “That goes for you two.” 

“Oh please. We’ll sell the show with us being up there.” Charley says and Edgar squeaks in agreement. 

“Where’s your hat?” Felix asks Bendy and the demons grunts. “M’ not wearin’ that stupid thi-“

“GUYS!” Everyone flinched at the loud voice and looked over towards the door to see Cuphead and Mugman—how did the brothers manage to find them way in the green room backstage at the venue—no idea.. 

Spunk had been asleep on the floor but his ears perked up when he heard the brothers enter the room, gently lifting his head to look at the two before resting it back on the ground. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the two. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks. 

Mugman inhales before he starts to ramble. 

“They’re sending an archangel and some other guys to kill you! Like reinforcements! And we all know reinforcement sorta are the real problem everyone worries about!” He exclaims. Alice tilts her head. 

“Well…they got away the first time—what’s the problem?” She asks. 

“Archangels are very powerful.” Felix answered for them—of course! How could Y/n forget! Felix is an adventure slash archeologist slash total badass when it came to upscale knowledge when it came to different creatures and locations—he had to have some knowledge in that head of his.

“Yeah, he’s specifically looking to kill Bendy.” Cuphead says nonchalantly. Bendy’s expression twisted into confusion. “Wha—me? Why? What did I do?” He sputters. That was the first time Y/n saw him look genuinely confused. Which to be honest. Who was looking for Bendy and why?

“Maybe because he’s a demon.” Donald points out. Angel versus demon. Kinda obvious in his eyes. 

“Well. Either way. It’s best to avoid him.” Felix says and Bendy raises his eyebrows slightly. “And how are we supposed to do that? In fact. We hadn’t had a single weapon to use against them.”

“Yeah, Cuphead and Mugman can shoot bullets from their fingers.” Y/n said as she pointed at the cup brothers. “Juss pick somethin’ up and hit them.” Barley says as if that was the most obvious solution known to man. Which it would work—for a short time. 

“That stone can be your weapon until then, not only can it shy away dark forces, but beings with higher powers as well—mostly considering because they both inhabit the same power. So the Angel won’t be able to touch any of you if you have that stone.“ Felix says he thinks for a moment. 

“But—out away from the mainlands. Any cellular connection won’t do much.” Felix looks at Alice and then at Bendy. “Which means getting connection from us and between Alice will be a problem.”

“What? They don’t have any Wi-Fi out there?” Donald says and Mugman smiled. “Oh I know! I never heard of a phone before!” He says. Y/n’s mouth slowly opened…no..cell phone…out in the mainlands. Not that she felt like she needed to be on her phone 24/7, not considering that she would be entering a 3rd world that wasn’t even known to half of the earth's population because it wasn’t on any map and she was sure she would be distracted with the new discoveries there. But it mostly came down to her mother having to check up on her via the phone. Despite being an adult now having free will to travel around—a mama bear still is gonna worry and who is Y/n to get angry when literally she would be continents from home.

“Well. My peoples back at home will be blowing up my phone every hour so unless you hook a satellite to my back for Wi-Fi—my mom will literally tear the entire world apart looking for me.” Y/n says and Bendy grumbled. 

“She’s not lyin..” 

“Well, why can’t what’s-his-face create something to fix the problem? You know. Considering he knew your great grandfatha’ and all.” Cuphead points out referring to Puck—which, that did seem like a good idea all considering Puck was one of the smartest little guys Y/n’s seen. Ever. 

“That’s not even going to be remotely possible. Creating a device to connect and speak through from miles away that doesn't have any connection or wifi whatsoever in under a few hours? I don’t think he would have those ready by the time it’s time to leave town.” Oswald points out. Which he did bring up a good fact all considering the main plan is to leave town immediately after the concert. 

“Well…it does not hurt to try.” Panchito shrugs. “Me, Oswald and Donald can go to Puck to see if he can perhaps create something to communicate from the mainland and out there.” Panchito motioned to his side, referring to the unknown. 

“Well if that’s the case then we have to leave now to go to him so he can get started.” Donald agrees and Oswald tilts his head. “And if he doesn't get it finished before we leave?” 

“We leave.” Panchito shrugs. 

“If she burns something, I’ll send you a farewell card.” Alice places a hand on Y/n’s shoulder and Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed together as she lets out a strained laugh. 

“Yeah…Panchito..please make sure he at least creates something for us.” Y/n tells the rooster, Panchito smiles at her and quickly nods. 

“We’ll just get the stone. And head back to the church and you all can leave tonight to the islands away from the mainlands with the stone,” Alice starts. 

“Me, Charley, Barley, Edgar and Boris will head back home and at the least just keep us updated so we can Atleast know you all are alive while you’re away. And remember guys. 8 days no longer than that. If then—then I’m going to assume you’re dead.” Alice reminds—which was a bit nerve wracking for her. Letting them all leave to gods knows where, but in order to understand what’s going on—and not only that but out a stop to this, they had to do it. 

“Alright! Then we are off! We will be back no later than  an hour! Back at the venue!” Panchito smiles as he rushes over to the door, and drags Oswald and Donald with him. 

“Hurry back!” Alice tells the three, the rushing footsteps of the three slowly disappearing down the hall with each second. 

“Cuphead, Mugman. Do you know where the others are?” Felix asks the brothers. Mugman nods—thanks to him and his big brains. 

“I sent them all to the east part of town. But I don’t know how long they’ll be searching down there.”  He says. 

“Wait—how come if Abel’s an archangel that harness these crazy insane powers, Alice don’t have anythin?” Cuphead asks and tilts his head in confusion. 

“She’s not a real Angel, dimwit.” Charley answers. 

Felix’s ears flickered and he looked over his shoulder to see one of nuns standing there with her hands behind her back and a small smile, Felix stepped aside assuming she wanted to speak to Alice considering that’s all who they’ve been speaking to. 

Alice looks over to see the nun and smiled gently. 

“I just wanted to let you all know how terribly grateful we are for you guys helping us.” The nun thanks. Alice lets out a small laugh. “Aw, that’s very sweet of you. You don’t have to thank us—“

“We do! If we do manage to win for tonight. We wanted to hand the prize over to you all.” Oh..

Y/n looked at Alice from the corner of her eyes and she had only smiled at the nun but couldn’t seem to find anything to say. The sound of music muffled from the stage caught everyone’s attention. 

“Well! It’s almost time. Go get ready with everyone, I’ll be right there!” Alice smiles. The nun smiled brightly and scurried off to the others to get ready. 

Bendy slowly looks at Charley. “So we don’t have to steal it.” He smiles smugly at the butcher and Charley grunts. “That’s if we win the damn thing. Miss fumble feet over here is gettin’ last minute jitters.” Charley points his thumb lazily over to Y/n. Who had rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

“I’ll be fine.”  She grumbled. 

“And what exactly are we gonna do if they show up?” Barley brings the conversation back to the more important matters. 

Alice walks over to the door to leave. “Fight them. That’s all we got. You know what Sammy says. The show must go on.” Alice sings as she trots out the room. 

-

Peering from the wing of the stage, Y/n watched as the contestants sang and pranced around on stage, looking at the seated people seated down in chairs or picnic blankets it was almost like the entire damn town was present. 

Spunk looks up at Y/n once spotting her sudden change in demeanor. Yeah…maybe..this was the worst idea ever. I mean she’s been shot at, chased, almost sacrificed by a tribe of rats—but getting on stage is where Y/n crossed the line. Sure…

Spunk nudged his head against her leg gently, causing the human to look down at him. Spunk wagged his tail and peered up at Y/n before sitting down and standing up straight and tall—almost as if puffing his chest out. 

“Yeah, I know.” She said quietly. 

“You know when I’m scared I close my eyes.” Y/n looked over to see Boris. He smiled at her and walked over to stand beside her to peer out to the stage. 

“I have to see somehow, Boris.” She laughs. Boris laughs afterwards. “Yeah, what I’m saying is. Covering your eyes might help you—it's like training wheels. You have to do it—and soon you won’t need them anymore. Does that make sense?” He taps his chin as if he was debating his own words. 

“Alright everyone.” Alice walks over and motions Boris and Y/n over to the small group meeting with the nuns. The two walked over—plus Spunk trotting over as well. Standing between Alice and Boris. Charley, Barley, Edgar, and Bendy stood next to each other as Felix was the last to wander over before standing next to Barley.  Cuphead and Mugman stood next to Felix—which it seemed Cuphead was of course messing with stuff seeing Mugman had to drag him over by his handle.

“I don’t have much to say, I just wanted to call everyone over.” Alice says as she relaxes her shoulders and a few of the nuns laughs. 

“But no, really. In a few moments you sisters are going to be onstage for the first time in forever. And either we win or lose, I just wanted to let you all know, it was a pleasure being here with you all.” Alice smiled at the nuns who smiled back at her with a soft welcoming smile. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” 

-

Watching the various people perform onstage was very entertaining in itself. Seeing the different talents were cool and..concerning..considering Y/n thought they would way better than the nuns—no offense. 

But—but the nuns going and performing—it seemed the town recognized them and missed their presence in the past—hearing the loud clapping and cheering did ease Y/n’s nerves for going on stage. 

Y/n pats her sides nervously as she fumbles around on her feet. Edgar circled around her before easing between her legs and standing up slightly, Y/n stumbled and sat down on Edgar’s back, the spider toon looked up at her and squeaked. Y/n placed her hands in Edgar’s head and smiled down at him. 

“Alright we’re gonna play a small little game called; Play Pretend.” Charley says as he walks in front of Y/n. 

“It helps Boris everytime he performs.” 

“He still gets nervous when he has to perform?” Y/n asks. The wolf had to play the piano backstages and wasn’t able to help Y/n with her small little stage fright she was having—which not to mention, she didn’t know she had.

“Close your eyes, and go.” Charley’s pep talk had to be one of the worst things ever. Y/n deadpans and furrowed her eyebrows. 

“That doesn't help me.“ she tells him. Charley shrugs. “All yer’ doin’ is building the world around you. That’s as best as it’s gonna get.” 

“How does closing my eyes gonna help me? I have to have my eyes open!” She grumbled. Barley laughs and pats Y/n’s back. “Don’t stress er’ out lad, you know it takes humans time to set the area.”

“Human brains are so fragile and slow.” Charley rolls his eyes and Y/n would have taken offense of that if she wasn’t too busy sweating her skin off. Bendy walks over and looks at Y/n. 

“Ya’ still feelin’ nervous?” He asks her. And she nods. 

“I mean, I tried, can’t try to tell me later I didn’t give her a pep talk.” Charley raised his hands up as if defending his statement. Edgar removes himself from Y/n so should stand before standing next to Charley and Barley before they wandered off to finish getting ready—which it seemed their time to go on stage was coming hotter and quicker by the second.

Bendy hooked his arm around Y/n. “So. Boris is nervous about performing sometimes?” Y/n asks and Bendy nods. “Yeah. You would think someone his size the guy wouldn’t be afraid of anythin’ but clearly that’s not the case.” That did cause a short chuckle to come from Y/n, Boris was a pretty tall guy. 

“But I guess even small things scare big guys. To me. I don’t think there’s a way to approach fear.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, sometimes ya’  just gotta throw yourself out there. If you’re scared, do it anyway, either way, messin’ up or not, we’re still here.”

Y/n thought for a moment as the two stared out onto the stage. A feeling of something being lifted from her shoulders was evident. She smiled softly to herself and slowly nodded. 

“Alright..” she lets out a sigh. And Bendy nods. 

“Where’s your hat?” 

“I’m not wearin’ that damn thing…”  Bendy gives her a deadpanned expression Alice walks into the room and looks at the Butcher Gang, Bendy and Y/n. 

“Alright guys. It’s showtime.”

Charley, Barley, And Edgar walked over to Bendy and Y/n, who was already standing by the wing to enter the stage. 

Charley flicks Y/n’s ears. “You’ll be fine.” He repeats for the 100th time. 

“I know, I know.” She rolled her shoulder before closing her eyes. 

“Good luck guys..” was all Y/n heard from Alice as the five entered onto the stage. 

-

The woman sat behind the bar drying a glass pitcher. The music of old ragtime played from the rickety radio that sat on the bar top. Some patrons were busy arm wrestling and drinking away their hearts. 

The sound of the doors opening slightly creaks  throughout the bar. A lone bottle rolls into the bar—a cloth that was dingy and burnt at the end from a recent match with a single flame on it—a smoke trail following after it like a moth to a flame. The bottle hit the stool and exploded—smoke escaping and filling the room. The patrons coughed and waved in front of their faces at the thick gray smoke interrupting their airways. 

The woman placed the glass cup she was drying and furrowed her eyebrows. “What on earth..” she whispered. 

When the smoke dissipated, four figures stood before her. Y/n held the pistol in her hand, pointing it to the lady, the bandanna covering the lower half of her face. Two stubby hands slam onto the bar top and Edgar soon heaves himself up on top of it in an attempt to be eye level with the woman. Breathing heavily as if that climb tired him off. Standing on his seat legs he pointed an accusing finger to the lady and squeaked. 

“He said all the money.” Y/n says. 

“Squeak! Squeak!“ 

“And all the fake ids you took in the last 3 weeks from your patrons.” She added. 

“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!” 

“And all of your—what?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Edgar who still bald a stern expression towards the lady. 

Edgar then looks at Y/n and squeaks. “I’m not asking her for a bag of grape twizzlers.” Y/n deadpans. 

Charley pushed the two aside and placed his forearm on the countertop. “Listen we’ll be outta yer’ way, we just need whatever is in that register if yours.” He says—almost as if he’s trying to smooth talk the lady. 

The lady crossed her arms and gave the bandits an unbothered. “No.“ 

Charley was caught off guard by that answer and moved his arm from the counter before looking at the woman. “What—no? What do you mean no?” 

“Hahaha!” Barley lets out a laugh from the background, Y/n, Charley, and Edgar turn their heads to look at Barley to see him with his feet propped up on the table watching them. Charley deadpans but didn’t say anything, as Barley seemed to understand the look. He huffs and gets up from the chair before truding over. 

“Do you really think I’m gonna fear you guys? In fact. I just called the sheriff and he’ll be here any moment!” The woman shouts at the four. Edgar was silent for a moment before quickly flickering his eyes over to Charley before looking back at the lady. 

“I’ll get a whole case uh’ money from you all.” The woman seemed…a tad bit smarter than they expected. Y/n scratched the back of her head and muttered under her breath. “Ma’am if I’m honest I was just promised money if I took up this job.” She says.

“Ya’ can’t even prove if we got a bounty on us or not.” Barley chuckled. The woman points over to her side. And the four look over to see the four wanted posters of the goons and the desired amount pinned to a bulletin board. 

“Alright.” Barley taps his fingers—that backfired on him. 

The doors opened up, and the four looked at each other before turning around. Standing in the doorway of the bar, was the sheriff in town, with his hands on his hips. The demon toon looks at the floor and raises an eyebrow. “Alright guys. Let’s make this quick and simple, just come with me, and we’ll get this over and this can be less of a headache for everyone.” He says. 

Charley blinked slowly and rolled his eyes. “No.” He says before turning around to the lady again. “Just give us the money, brat.” 

“I don’t have any money!” 

“Squeak, squeak!” Edgar squeaks at the woman. 

“Deal with the sheriff.” Barley looks at Y/n. Y/n sputtered before quickly glancing over at Bendy. “What you want me to do?  Shoot him?!” 

“And why did ya’ recruit an intern again?” Barley grumbled before moving his gaze over to Charley who was glaring at the stubborn woman. 

“Just get the damned sheriff!” Charley shouts at the two. 

Y/n flinched slightly before muttering under breath like some stubborn teenager, walking a few inches ahead she turned her gaze to Bendy who was still by the door. Y/n fixed her vest nervously and cleared her throat, eyeing the toon up and down, Bendy stared at her with a nonchalant expression. Y/n motioned towards Bendy and sniffed. “Stop.” She tells him. 

Charley stops talking to the woman before peering over his shoulder to Y/n and furrowing his eyebrows. He turns around and smacks the back of her head, causing her to flinch and quickly rip the pistol from her holster and aiming it at Bendy. 

“You heard me! I’ll shoot! I'm not afraid to use this thing! I got a clip on me .” Y/n shouts. Bendy moves his hands away from the doors he had been holding open. At first she thought he was going to leave and she looked over her shoulder to Charley, Barley and Edgar. Charley chuckled and nudged Barley. 

“See, told you the interns were good.” Charley lets out a chuckle, looking back ahead of her, Bendy looked at the four silently before speaking. 

“You tryna duel me or somethin?” He says—which didn’t really seem to come out as a question, it seemed more of an accusation than anything. Y/n opened her mouth slowly and tried to speak but nothing came out. 

“Fine then..let’s make a deal.” 

Charley moves to stand next to Y/n and crossed his arms. “N’ what’s the deal?” 

“I’ll life the bounty off your heads if she can catch one of the deadliest criminals in town. I’ll give you a position—a offer so good you wouldn’t have to go rummaging through the town's gutters again.” Bendy starts. But he lifts a finger. 

“But. You gotta find that bandit first. No Bandit. Your bounties won’t be disregarded.”  

Charley thought for a moment before shrugging. “Alright.” He says. 

“Wait what?” Y/n looks between the two quickly. 

“Bring him here by sundown.”

-

“You made a deal to get a thief. That has a higher bounty count than we do over our heads.” Y/n followed Charley down the dust filled roads of the town—the people in town would scurry away once being faced with one of the many dangers of the town, the Butcher Gang. 

Charley scratched at his tooth with his pinkie and shrugged. “We get money if we find the guy—who said we gotta become officers?” He asks her. Which..yeah. They technically didn’t have to listen to Bendy. Just kiss up to him until he could give them the money for the job and hightail it out of town. It was a win-win in Charley’s eyes considering they would get money—either stealing it or doing the sheriff's quest. 

“Yeah sounds nice—“ Barley groans as he trudged after the two. “But where the hell are we supposed to start? It’s not like there’s a sign pointin’ to the first cl-“

“There’s this sign pointing east saying; ‘first clue’.” Y/n interrupts Barley as she faces and reads a wooden sign with the words written on it..rather..goofily in fact.

Charley stops walking and looks over at Y/n and furrows his eyebrows. “The hell?” 

Edgar claps his hands and squeaks before pointing down the path which led off to a passage, rickety wooden fences came into view as it seemed to be an entrance to a hole, dim golden lights spiraled around the wooden fence as if they were Christmas lights.

“Nah.” Charley says before turning and walking away from the direction the sign was pointing. 

Y/n looks away from the fense and looks at Charley. “But, it says first clue.” She repeats and Charley turns to look at her. “Yeah, and water turns to ice.” 

“Huh?” Barley gives Charley a confused expression. 

“Well, where else are we supposed to go? Wander all through town until time runs out? We got a first clue right here. We might as well see what it is.” The human slowly walks backwards to the entrance of the fence with a smile and Charley slowly rolls his eyes. “Why I decided to take you in? I dunno, worst decision of my life—“

“Let’s go!” Y/n’s voice shouts from ahead as she slips down the dirt path, with Edgar squeaking behind her in an attempt as if he were saying ‘wait up!’ 

Once walking down the path, they were met with a small wooden house that..could use a bit of a fixer upper in Y/n’s opinion, the sun was just now setting, and the stars were out to twinkle in the clear night of the western sky.  Small golden lit lanterns hung in a nearby oak tree. And individual candles were lit near the fence—surely with all the candles unlit the place would be covered in darkness, only the moon being able to be their light and salvation for whoever inhabits the area. It was getting quite chili out but that was the least of Y/n’s problems. Slowly nearing the wooden house, Y/n walked onto the porch, the wood groaning under her feet as she stood near the door, she felt Edgar step onto the porch as well and stand next to her.

Charley and Barley were the last to wander over and Barley was  busy looking around as Charley motioned for Y/n to knock on the door. When she knocked on the door there was silence—no one answered the door or it was maybe perhaps empty.

Knocking once again. There was no answer until she tried to open the door—which to no surprise—it was locked. 

Y/n looked at Charley. “I don’t think anyone's home.“ the human tells Charley. Charley looks at Edgar and motioned him to the building. Edgar lets out squeak and nods before scurrying away in search of a way in. After a few moments prior to Edgar leaving, Y/n heard muffled footsteps from the other side of the door and soon it swung open to reveal Edgar in all his glory. Edgar smiles up at the three and Y/n walks into the building looking around, the interior of the house was rather normal. A living room, kitchen and a staircase leading to the second floor. 

“Alright. Search the place for ‘clues’ I guess.” Charley orders the three. 

Y/n found interest in exploring upstairs, walking up the stairs, she reached the top to see a small hallway with only one door at the end of it. Which only told her maybe one person lived there. She walks over to the door and opens it, the lights were out so she slowed her pace and squinted her eyes in the dark. Moving her hand over to the wall blindly she felt a light switch, flickering the light in it revealed nonetheless but a small room for one. Person, glancing around the room—nothing really daughter her eye—but she wasn’t aware of the tall wolf cowering away from her. Y/n blinks and looks to her side but the wolf quickly moves to her right—her blind sight. The wolf shivered in fear as he slowly moved the opposite direction of her vision, Y/n looked over at the dresser and spotted a flute—which caught her interest as she wandered over to it and examined it. The wolf took that as a signal to leave the room, he slowly retreated away as quietly as he could as the bandit was busy distracted with his belongings, they could take anything for all he cared he just needed to get away from them! 

His tail tucked between his legs as his ears were pinned to his head he grimaced as he took another step back, only to step on a crumpled piece of paper from earlier he had been writing on. The bandit perks up before turning around quickly and her gaze landed on Boris. 

Boris quickly fixes his posture as if he wasn’t just trying to sneak out. “Uh!” Boris stammers, shocked from being caught. Y/n opened her mouth slowly..not entirely sure what to do—she thought no one was home! 

“I uh—“

“Don’t kill me!” Boris cried out, dropping to his knees and clenching his hands together as if begging for his life. “Hey! Don’t worry—I’m not here to hurt you! I’m just—we’re just—“ 

“We’re?!” Boris shrieks. 

“I mean!” Y/n held her breath for a moment. 

“You’re gonna kill me are you! I heard the story of you guys!” He lets out a loud sob as comical streams of tears shoot from his eyes the wolf sobbing loudly and for his size the wolf could actually cause a lot of harm to the human, but he..seemed to be quite the scaredy cat..or wolf in this matter. 

“Don’t cry!” 

“WHAAAAAAAA!” Sobs Boris. 

“What the hell is goin’ on up here?” Charley slowly walks into the room to see the wolf sobbing on the floor. He stared down at the wolf before his eyes flickered down to Boris and over to Y/n who was standing a few feet away from the wolf. 

“He just started crying—“

“JUST TAKE ANYTHING! PLEASE NOT ME!”

“We’re not he-“ Charley started to speak but Boris only started bawling out crying again. After a while Charley got tired of hearing Boris’s feverish crying and grabbed the wolf by his ears. “Would you shut up!” Charley hissed. The wolf quickly stopped crying and sniff loudly—as if his nose were stuff, Boris looked up at the two when Y/n walked closer to stand beside Charley. 

“We’re not here to take anything or hurt anyone. We just saw your sign in front of your cabin for clues for where the town's thieves may be at.” Y/n explains. Boris remained on the floor, he wiped his sleeve across his nose and looked up at Charley and Y/n.

“But..but..you guys—“

“Yeah, yeah, we know! Thieves, made a deal with the sheriff to find the guy he’s been lookin’ for in exchange of the bounty bein’ lifted, now do you know anythin’ or not?” Charley quickly cuts to the chase, Boris’s tail quickly wagged and he nods the sound of his tail thumping the wooden floor emits.

“Yeah! A few miles from town, there’s this abandoned city, I remember seein’ him leave that way. But I don’t know what he looks like.” Answered the wolf. Y/n and Charley looked at eachother and Y/n placed her gaze back onto Boris. 

“Well. When was the last time the guy was here?” She asks. Boris thinks for a moment, his ears perking up for a moment as he taps his chin for a moment. “Uh..last night. He left on a horse—“

“Which means that it’s probably some ways away.” Y/n tells Charley who had his hands on his hips, thinking.

“We can always grab the sheriff and he can come with us.” Y/n adds. Boris quickly stands up.

“I would like to help!”  Boris quickly recruits himself. Charley hummed to himself before slowly grinning to himself—rather mischievously than anything. “Oh yeah…take us to Bendy.”

-

Bendy stared at Charley, the bandit was standing in front of the desk with his hands planted in the desk.  Y/n, Barley and Edgar stood behind their boss as Boris stood to the side of the room with his arms behind his back and a goofy smile. 

“Ya’  broke into his house?” Bendy squints his eyes. 

“Look, you said fix this problem, not fix it in the most legal way possible.” Charley growls and Bendy places his hands on his hips before motioning for Charley to continue what he originally came to tell him.

“The guy left the town last night—he must have gone to that run down town 6 hours from here, he took a horse and that town is the only town closest to here.” 6 hours? Jesus that would be a long walk.. 

“And you’re certain that’s him?” Bendy edged. And Charley points to the door of the office. “We need horses if we’re goin’ anywhere, and you’re helpin’ us.”

“Why I can’t leave town. Need ta’ stay here in case anyone gets into some trouble.” Bendy quickly declines the offer to leave town. 

“Be honest. The only reason why this town thrives from entertainment is because of us.” Charley’s finger twiddled around himself-mostly referring to himself, Y/n, Barley and Edgar. 

“Well no duh, you come here wrecking havoc maybe once a month or so.” 

“We leave now.”  Charley squints his eyes and Bendy was silent for a moment before sighing. 

“Alright..fine.” 

“Oh boy! Did I hear we’re going on a road trip?!” Everyone turned their heads to see two brothers standing in the doorway. Both wearing identical clothing of their westerns git up with a button up, a vest and a  colored rookie badge. Red for Cuphead and blue for Mugman. 

“Who are they?” Y/n asks Bendy who slowly looks away from the two and shakes his head. “The new recruits…” Soon Bendy perked up, a light bulb above his head lit up above his head, signaling an idea popped off in that head of his. 

“This could be a great training for you two!“ 

“Wha—what are they doing here?” Mugman asks as he eyes the former bandits standing in the small office area. 

“They’re helping with hunting down our guy. Come on, let’s get a horse and get going.”

-

Grabbing a horse was quite the challenge considering Y/n never rode one before. Ever. The brown horse stared down at her as she slowly unlocked the gate to the pen. 

Gently placing a hand on the horse's snout. The horse lowered his head at the warm touch of the human. The others were busy gathering their horses for the short trip that Charley really didn’t want to do. 

Soon—a figure landed in front of her, leaning on the fence with its arm posted up  and smiling smugly, Cuphead. 

“So…you run from the cops?” He says as he jutted a finger over in the direction that Bendy was standing at busy feeding one of the horses some hay not at all paying attention. 

Y/n looked back at Cuphead and furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you want?” She asks. The guy was weird…seriously. 

Cuphead blinked slowly as his attempt to smooth talk did not go as planned. 

He dusted his shoulder as if dusting away any particles and sighs. “Oh you know. Just was gettin’ the feelin’ that maybe we could be the next Bonnie and Clyde.”  He purrs and Y/n remains silent, holding the gate in her hand as she stares at the cup brother. 

“Look, you don’t gotta pretend we don’t have somethin’ goin’ on, pretty thing. I may not be a guy with money, but I sure do have Lady Luck on my side to get things I want.” Cuphead winks. Y/n was silent yet again and Cuphead was about to say something else until she slammed the gate in his face. The rookie falls to the ground with a loud: ‘ow!’ The visuals of stars flickering above his head appeared and Y/n turned around and walked away from him, Cuphead raised a shaky hand and heaved himself from the ground and let out a heavy as he leaned on the gate and watched Y/n. 

“Don’t worry! I understand bein’ shy!” 

When Y/n found Charley a few feet away busy strapping the saddle onto the horse, she glowered at him for a moment and huffs to get his attention. The toon looks away from the horse and to Y/n and raised an eyebrow. 

“The boys are weird in this town.” She tells him and Charley shrugs. “Shoot em.” He says before turning back to the horse. Y/n crossed her arms and sneered. 

“Someone clearly must be hungry for food.” He points out..which was true..

“No, I just want to get this over with so we can leave this place.” Y/n confessed. I mean, going to find a thief?! What are they animals?

And that only was the start of it. 

Riding the horses was much easier than she thought, Edgar rode with Y/n and was busy squeaking away, but once reaching the town—which took a little over 7 hours..simply because Edgar had to make a potty break 4 times..but upon making it to the town. It felt colder than ever. The people of town sat around, either bartering or..sulking from what it seemed. 

Slowing down the paces of the horse. Y/n glanced around the dull and rickety town—dead weeds and crops, she felt Edgar standing up and used her shoulders as a way to peer over her to look around. 

Once the horse finally stopped, Y/n slipped down from the horse, landing on her knees and helping Edgar down as the two looked around at the..awfully dull area. 

“This place is a wreck.” Mugman points out and Y/n nods, Barley and Charley had made their way over to the Edgar and Y/n and Charley grunts. “Great…” he grumbled. 

“Boris, are you sure the guy came this way? This place looks…” Bendy glanced around the area and grimaced. “Dead.” 

“Oh I’m certain.” Boris nods. 

“It could be because majority of th’ well known thieves usually stop by here.” Barley says—causing Bendy to look at him and raise an eyebrow. 

“What?” He asks. 

“If you have cops hot on your trail. You need a place to stay.” Barley dumbed it down for the demon sheriff. 

“Sorta like a place to lay low?” Mugman asks Barley curiously who nodded as his answer. 

“Which means that somewhere nearby someone probably got mugged around here I’m sure, if he just left town a few hours ago—that means the guy should still be in this town.” Y/n pipes up. She felt Charley place a hand on her head and ruffle her hair. “Taught er’ everything I know..” He sniffs and flicks a finger under his eye as if wiping a tear. 

“Yeah that’s great and all, but who was mugged—everyone practically looks dead in this joint.” Cuphead deadpans and motioned around himself, referring to the area. 

“It’s not like someone gonna shout Bloody Mary about a missing family portrait or somethin—“

“HELP! I WAS MUGGED!” Shouts a voice a few meters away. 

“I felt like I heard this from somewhere.” Charley sarcastically recalls, Edgar squeaks before pointing to the person shouting. 

Bendy was the first to walk over to the man. A dog toon who seemed in distress as he paced back and forth. 

“What’s going on?” Bendy asks, the toon looks at Bendy and his tail starts wagging quickly. “Some guy stole my family portrait!”

“How—“ Cuphead squints and genuine confusion but that wasn’t their worries as of right now, finding the bandit with whom Bendy had a feeling he was nearby. 

“Is the guy still in town?” Bendy quickly asks.

“He went that way!” The toon points to his far right. 

Great! So the guy was still here. Bendy turns to the others and motioned down the town. “Let’s split up and find him. If you do, just chase them back into the middle of the town.” 

And how did Y/n find herself in this situation? She hated it..walking between Cuphead and Mugman. Mugman was..going in about his bottle cap collection for some reason, as Cuphead was picking up different rocks and flicking them off somewhere—she was certain one pebble hit some kid in their forehead which Cuphead didn’t seem to care that he did that. 

“And then I also got this hair pen collection! Did you know you can make dioramas with them? I made a cottage with my collection of hairpins but I’ll have to start over with collecting them now considering I used them all for the cottage dioramas.” He just…kept taking..Y/n felt her boots trudging through the dirt path. She felt like pulling her hair from her scalp, the feeling of just wanting to turn around and hightail it back to Charley and the others were tempting. 

“That’s nice Mugman..” Y/n muttered. She knew rookies were..questionable and a pain—but jeez, not this much of a pain. 

“So when did you start stealing?” Mugman asks. Why he felt the need that now was the moment to be asking questions about her life when they were in the midst of finding some guy, she had no clue. 

“Couple of years ago.” She answered. Mugman nods and looks away from her and back ahead of them as they walk down the town. Glancing at Mugman from the corner of her eyes as if knowing he would ask another question. When he didn’t she looked straight ahead once more and basked in the short moment of silence. 

“So—“

“Mugman, please.” Y/n quickly groans. Soon—a flash of light zips ahead of the three and lands at their feet—the ground vibrates at the sudden impact on the ground—looking down—the three saw a burnt patch of dirt from the ground—the three are silent for a moment before looking at each other. 

“What was—“ Y/n was cut off yet again by the exact same bullet of energy almost hitting them—the three had to jump away in order for it not to hit them.  Quickly looking up towards a building. Y/n’s eyes landed on the two familiar figures. The cowboys get up and the 8-ball with the everlasting smile. Bettigan smiled down at the three. 

“Heard you all were lookin’ for us.” Bettigan says. Y/n stared up at the three and Mugman quickly shakes Y/n. “You have a gun! Shoot them!” He shouts. Y/n quickly taps at her sides—feeling the holster only to find it empty. 

“Hu-“ 

“Lookin’ for this?” Bettigan removed his hand from his back to reveal the pistol. Y/n was silent for a moment before extending her arms. “I don’t need a gun! Fight me like a real man!” She shouts up at him—which didn’t seem to put Bettigan off a bit as he was a tad bit shocked. 

“Come on!” Y/n boasts. Bettigan stared down at her for a moment before placing the pistol in his holster, taking a step off the roof, landing on his feet with ease, Mango didn’t have to do much than slowly float down from the roof. Cuphead and Mugman backed away for a moment and Mugman gently nudged Y/n. 

“What’re you doin?!” He exclaims for only the three to hear. 

Bettigan was a few feet away and Y/n silently watched him—but before the guy could get a word out, Y/n quickly took off her hat and shoved it in his face—quickly taking a wooden trash can from her side that was a few inches away, she lifted it up and slammed it on top of Mango’s head and quickly dashed the other direction, Cuphead and Mugman following close behind her. 

“They’re goin’ to kill you!” Cuphead shouts after her. Y/n only laughs as the two rushes into a nearby building—which was a seams shop—looking around frantically, Y/n pushes the boys into a dressing room and the three all squish into the once stall as Y/n locks it. 

“Oh my goodness! They’re gonna kill us!” Mugman panics, his back glue against the wall. Y/n shushed him as she peeked an eye from the crack of the stall. Watching Bettigan rush in with a fuming expression ridden on his face, Y/n looks at Cuphead and Mugman. 

“Yeah he’s pissed.” She confessed and Mugman huffs and outstretched his arms as if saying: ‘clearly!’ 

“Oh don’t worry about it, I’m sure he won’t find us in here.” Cuphead places his arms behind his head in a relaxing position. 

“We gotta get outta here, we can’t just hide in here.” Mugman tells Y/n who was debating whether or not to just run off with the two or stay in the stall. 

“We’ll just wait for him to leave.” Y/n hissed. 

The three went silent as if to listen in on the store..which not much was happening but a few patrons speaking but overall nothing out of the ordinary. The three looked at each other yet again before Y/n slowly unlocked the door to the stall and slowly opened it. The door creaked as the two slowly yet quietly edged out of the stall like an animal being greeted into a new home for the first time and being aware of its surroundings. 

When no one appeared to attack them, Y/n relaxed and looked at Cuphead and Mugman who seemed to relax as well. “Come on.”

The three quickly fled from the store and back down the town where they came from to go warn Bendy and the others, the first person they ran into was Edgar—who was busy standing in the middle of the town staring down at a map—he clearly must have gotten lost somehow. Y/n rushes over to Edgar and it gets the spider toons attention. 

“We were attacked by them!” Y/n says. Edgar perks up and squeaks—clearly saying something, waving his hands around frantically. 

“You and Boris seen them too?” Y/n reiterated and Edgar nodded before pointing over to a nearby trash can where Boris was behind it hiding—which was comical as he was bigger than the trash can. Boris perks up and spots the human and he quickly stands up and rushes over to her and hides behind her back. 

“Thank goodness! I thought I was gonna be put down for a second!” Boris whimpers, Y/n looks away from Boris and Cuphead rolls his eyes. “Seriously? Look at how big you are!” He points out and Mugman nudges his brother for his prude comment. 

Edgar pulled something from his back and handed it to Y/n, it was a lasso. 

“Squeak, squeak!” He tells her and Y/n nods as she fumbles with the rope for a moment to tie a knot in it. 

“There you guys are—“ Y/n looks over to spot Bendy, Charley and Barley. 

“So that’s where my rope went.” Charley says as he eyed the rope in Y/n’s hand. “We gotta lead them over here, and we can tie them up.” 

Barley’s eyes flickered over to Boris. “Boris. Yer good at makin’ noise.” He says. Boris’s tail immediately ducked between his legs and he let out a nervous chuckle. 

“I d-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He frantically shakes his head. Barley then looks at Y/n. “Then you do it.” 

Y/n pressed the rope to her chest as if someone were trying to steal it from her. “What? Why me? Why can’t Bendy do it?” She looks at the demon who sputters. 

“What? Just send the brothers. They’re the rookie’s good training for them.” Bendy quickly placed the heavy duty to Cuphead and Mugman and Mugman gasps before plunging a thumb to his chest to refer to himself. 

“Excuse me! I just promoted myself to Lieutenant Mugman!” He says and Bendy snorts. “Oh please, since when? You’re wearing a rookie badge.” Bendy laughs and gives the mug a smug smile. But Mugman didn’t budge as he held an expression as if he had high regards of himself. 

“Since now, look.” 

Everyone looks at Mugman’s badge to see it magically changed to a high tier badge. 

“How the hell?” Y/n muttered under her breath. 

“That dosen’t matter! Let’s focus on gettin’ this bastard before he kills us all!” Charley snapped his fingers to get everyone’s attention. 

“Then we can leave this god forsaken town—“ Charley was cut off by a sniffle. Everyone looks down by his leg to see a child took, holding her teddy bear with big tears in her eyes. “Are..you guys here to restore happiness back into our town?” Her lip wobbled and for a second it was hard to say no to a face like that..

“No. Go away.” Charley declined before looking away from the kid without a second thought. 

“Hey, don’t be rude to th’ lass.” Barley warns Charley. Bendy looks around the town to see some of the civilians gathered outside to see the commotion, some whispering to one another—they were there to save the city.

“I think Y/n should be good for a distraction.” Bendy says, Y/n quickly looks at Bendy and furrows her eyebrows. “What?!” 

Cuphead placed an arm in front of Y/n and pointed a finger at Bendy. “Now you listen here, I ain’t gonna let some guy with a badge make the orders around here—the gal doesn't want to—“ 

“Your shoes untied.” Bendy grumbled and Cuphead looked down at his shoes and Bendy smacked the back of Cuphead’s head, causing Cuphead to shout in pain before quickly looking at Bendy. 

“Hey! What the hell was that for?!” 

“Why do I have to distract them?” Y/n crossed her arms in frustration. “Not them. The town.” Bendy refers to the civilians. 

“And we’ll handle the bandits.” 

Y/n thought for a moment..hm..distract the town to bring back joy instead of running around like crazy? Hm…

“I get 50 from you if I manage to get the town back in order again.” Y/n wanted a bid. And Charley laughs and motions to Y/n. 

“I’m so proud!” Charley chuckled and Bendy sighs heavily. “Fine..”

“Matter of fact. Make it 150

“You can’t!—“ Bendy stops and lets out a calm sigh as he makes a hand motion to calm himself down. Y/n only gives him a look with her arms crossed. 

“You can’t just hope from 50 dollars—to 150.” 

“I can if I’m gonna be distracting an entire town of people.” 

Bendy was silent for a moment before blinking slowly and nodding. “I’ll give you your 150.”

“Alright here.” She hands him the rope considering she won’t be doing the dirty work. Bendy takes the rope and wraps it around his wrist. 

Now..how hard could it be to distract a town? 

-

Staring at the people, Y/n cleared her throat as they civilians all looked at her—she was standing near an open area in the town, and was trying to think of the next big thing in her mind. 

“You guys..uh..get an..tourist around here?” Y/n says as she rocked back and forth on her feet. 

“Other than you guys..no..” said a dull toon. 

“We’ve been so empty for years now.” Another toon says. 

“Damn, talk about a tough crowd.” Y/n muttered to herself. They were so…sad. 

“Aren’t you wanted—“

“You guys wanna hear a joke?” Y/n quickly redirected the conversation and the people quickly placed their attention back onto her. 

“What does…a duck say..when they find something funny?” Y/n gave a strained smile—but no one answered her as they all stared at her in confusion but mostly not impressed expression. Y/n gently tugged at her bandana, the feeling of nervousness seeking through her veins—okay maybe helping them chase down the others would have been easier..

“You..quack me up..” Y/n’s voice cracked as she got silent the more she talked.

A cough emits from the crowd..no one laughed. 

Well duh, that joke sucked. Who would laugh?! 

Y/n shuffled on her feet, the dirt and grind crumbling under the soles of her boots.

“Look guys, I’m trying here, give me a break.” Y/n gladed at the ground—it seemed her sudden gesture and aggressiveness frightened them. As some backed away and some whispered amongst each other. 

Y/n immediately fixed her stand and placed her hands to her side. Her eyes scanned over the crowd. 

“We’re sorry. We understand you just want us to be safe from the bandits raiding the town. And we could do everything we can to help but..we just don’t feel motivated to do so.” Another civilian expressed. 

They’re telling you the answer, idiot.

Y/n felt like the answer went off in her head. Of course! Bad town, no motivation, just get them motivated! 

And she felt like she knew how..

“God dammit..” Y/n muttered under her breath. 

Y/n stared at the crowd for a moment and rocked back and forth on her feet, her lips pressed into a thin line. 

She lets out a sigh before cracking her knuckles. “Fine. I can do this. Lead my own scene. I’m a dog.” She smacks her chest before walking over to the civilians and wrapping her arms around two people before singing.

“Everybody’s got a thing, but some don’t know how to handle it, always reaching out in vain, just taking the things not worth having.” Y/n expresses as the civilian’s smiled at her—some slowly bobbing their heads as they all had their attention on her. 

“But don’t you worry bout a thing, don’t you worry bout a thing mama.” 

Dancing around each other, the civilians seemed a lot more at peace than what they first started off as. 

“Cause I’ll be standing on the side, when you check it ouuut!”

She moves to a civilian with patched and dirty clothes, a frown on his face as Y/n grabs him by his shirt. 

“Oh! They say your style of life’s a drag, and that you must go other places, just don’t you feel too bad, when you get fooled by smiling faces!” 

She releases him as the man smiled and Y/n smiled as well as she shuffled on her feet around the civilians who had started to dance, which to no lie, she was starting to have fun as well as she danced with the people.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing! Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing baby! ‘Cause I’ll be standing on the side when you check it, ouut! When you get oooff your trip.”

She felt a kid take her hands as the small child danced with her as best as her small legs could. 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thiiiing!”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thiiiing!” 

The kid let’s go before Y/n turns to the civilians and continues on. “Everybody needs a change, a change to take out the new, yeah! You’re the only one who sees the changes you take yourself through!” 

Everyone hummed along as they danced around each other, some shouting and hopping around as the solemn expression was removed from their faces, and a look of joy took over as they too soon began to sing along. 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing!” The civilians gathered around Y/n as they all sang along, the air being filled with voices of joy and new found motivation, ridding their sorrows to their graves. 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing!” 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing!” 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing!” 

As everyone harmonized together, Y/n could hear more voices and it sounded as if they were far away, as if other people were singing as well. Clapping in rhythm Y/n rocked from side to side as the civilians did as well. The small voices of the children singing as well brought joy to her heart.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing!” 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, mama!”

“Cause I’ll be standing on the side when you check it ouuuut! When you get ooooff your trip!” 

Y/n turned to the civilians once more and spread her arms out to them as they sang alongside with her. 

Edgar spotted Y/n and squeaks and jumps up and down excitedly, Bendy panted heavily after wrestling with Bettigan and Mango who..was actually tied up. The two goons sat on the ground with..pretty upset expressions. Charley, and Barley watched as the former bandit pranced around a few feet away. Boris clapped his hands before rushing over to Y/n to dance with her. 

“I wanna join!” Mugman rushes after Boris as Y/n smiles at the two. Bendy glanced at Bettigan and Mango before looking at Cuphead, Barley and Charley. 

The four laughed before rushing over to the group to stand beside each other in a line facing forward to end the scene. 

-

Y/n slowly opened her eyes and squinted slightly—the bright lights of the stage entered her vision. The sound of cheering and clapping sounded like waves from an ocean. Some people stood up from their seats and blankets—a standing ovation.

Y/n felt the cool air hit her skin—she had been sweating this entire time? Y/n looked over to Charley, Barley and Edgar, dressed in the same midwestern bandit get up as she, looking to her other side to Bendy, Boris, Cuphead and Mugman. Wearing the same clothing as well. Y/n glanced over her shoulder to see the nuns onstage as well and looking at her and waving frantically from the wing of the left side of the stage was Alice. Alice placed a hand on her heart and smiled at Y/n. 

Y/n smiled back as she looked back at the crowd, what? Wow! She did it! She felt her heart beating in her chest frantically. 

The judges were appalled, shocked. 

One judge walked up onto stage, and over to Mary Patrick—who had a smile on her face —something rarely ever seen, placing a hand on the woman, the judge nodded his head and motioned to everyone on stage. 

They did it! 

-

After the judging—it was very evident that the nuns had come in first place..and they did. Y/n was over the roof! For the fact that they won, not only the stone—but—money. Not that they needed it—but more so the church to get it back open again—all considering that they made their big debut onstage. 

Mary Patrick was very proud of everyone going onstage, when Y/n went backstage, she spotted Felix standing next to Alice, the two smiled at Y/n and Felix outstretched his palms upwards for a downwards high five, Y/n jumped up and slammed her hands onto his for their high-five and she smiled brightly. 

“You guys did awesome out there!” Felix shook Y/n’s hands fiercely and then placed a hand on top of her head and ruffled her hair up. 

Alice pulled Y/n into a tight hug and rubbed her cheek on top of the human's head and smiled. “Great job!” Y/n laughs at the many praises she received. Soon various footsteps grew closer and the three looked over to see Bendy, Boris, Charley, Barley, Edgar and Cuphead and Mugman wandering over. 

“That went a whole lot better than planned.” Charley admits and Alice smiles. “Either way, you guys did wonderful.” 

“All thanks…” Bendy starts as he looks at Alice but then points to himself. “This guy.” He smiles smugly and Alice playfully rolls her eyes. 

“So..where are they?” Felix asks refering to Bettigan and Mango. 

“Oh, we got them.” The voice of the elderly Mary Lazerous pipes up. Everyone looks over to see the nuns, Mary Patrick holding the rope as Bettigan and Mango were wrapped tightly together—how Bendy and the others manage to do it? Y/n had no clue. Mango did look pretty funny wrapped in the nylon rope. 

“Just wait till Devil hears about this.” Bettigan grows at Cuphead and Mugman. Cuphead chuckled and shrugged. “Ain’t too worried about it, send him our resignation.” 

“And I believe this belongs to you all.” Mary Patrick walks over to Alice, holding a small display case, with a green rigid like rock perched inside. It was the stone. 

“We have no use for this…with the money, we’ll be able to open our doors and that’s enough for us…plus, I heard you all needed it.” She chuckled..great..how bad that would have sounded—Y/n only hoped that they didn’t feel betrayed for understanding the real reason they were there to begin with. Alice gently took the case and looked at Mary Patrick. 

“Thank you.”  Alice thanks. 

“You all are welcome anytime. Now hurry.” Mary Patrick looks at Bettigan and Mangosteen. “We’ll keep these two here as long as we can.”

“Dear god.” Bettigan rolled his eyes. 

Alice looks at Bendy and then the rest. “Let’s go guys. You gotta leave town.” 

-

“Okay, it’ll only be a matter of time before the devil finds out Cuphead and Mugman is with us.” Y/n says as they walked down the street of the city, it was 10 at night and was getting late—but Y/n had a lot of energy to spare. 

Soon she stopped walking and turned to face everyone. 

“She’s right, he’s not too fond of us anyways, and..I don’t wanna be around when he decides to come into town.” Mugman shivered 

“Guys!” Everyone looks over to see Panchito, Donald and Oswald a few meters away. They’re back!

“For a second, I thought they were dead.“ Charley muttered and Barley heard him and chuckled under his breath.  Edgar squeaks as he sees a device in Panchito’s hand. 

“Alas! We were there with Puck, but he did not have a device that can be used to communicate overseas from such far distances, so he had to create one—“

“Which.” Donald buts in before quickly glancing at Oswald. “Proves Oswald wrong.” He points out, and Oswald deadpans “yeah, aware of that.” Oswald muttered. 

Panchito holds up a small chip. “He said to just connect it to any device we will communicate from, and it can extend the connection from up to 2,000 nautical miles—whatever that means!” 

“He managed to make that in under an hour?” Y/n asks and Panchito nods quickly..wow..he sure was a smart mouse. 

“What..are they doing here? Did we miss something?” Donald motions to Cuphead and Mugman, Mugman waves at Donald with a smile and Cuphead squints his eyes as if trying to remember something—which he had been holding that same facial expression for the last 10 minutes. 

“The competition, remember?” Alice remembers and Donald is silent for a moment before he perks up slightly. “And you guys actually managed to win?” 

“With the exception of those goons gettin’ on stage. Yes.” Bendy nods and Oswald grimaces. 

“And where are they now? If they know, Cuphead and Mugman are with us now.” 

“The nuns have them on a short temporary lockdown. Enough time for us to leave town.” Felix says and he then motioned to the glass box Bendy was now holding with the stone in it. 

“In order for that to work, we have to crush it into a powder and absorb it into a liquid to consume it.” Felix points out and Y/n could only imagine how long that would take.

“Well. The important thing is, we have everything. You guys need to get going. We’ll head back home.” Alice gently takes Edgar's hand who seemed to want to follow Bendy and the others.  but clearly he couldn’t tag along. 

“Don’t die, or I guess. I mean, unless you want your mom to kill us.” Charley pointed out and Alice nudged him and rolled her eyes. Oh yeah, Y/n would make sure she would make it back with all limbs intact—the last thing she needed was her mother completely losing it. 

“No seriously, don’t die. Find out what’s going on, and remember 8 days!” Alice points a finger at everyone like a stern mother and Bendy chuckles.

“Relax sweets, we got it.” 

“I’m serious, I’ll call to remind you guys in 3 days. I don’t know how long I can keep Henry and the others distracted, Sammy was already interrogating us before we left town.” Alice seemed to stress over that part a bit much, she was mostly afraid to let them go off into a world that no one knew about, with the exception of Felix basically going to be their tour guide. 

Edgar lets out a sad squeak before waving bye to the group. Bendy walks over to Edgar, and places a hand on the spider's head. “Thanks guys..really.” Bendy thanked Boris's tail wagging as he smiled at Bendy. 

“Dah…of course. That’s what families are for, we’re here for eachother.” Boris claims and Alice nods in agreement placing a hand on Boris’s shoulder. 

“Oh yeah! We didn’t get a chance to take a picture for winning the competition with the sisters and they wanted a photo of us together so they could frame in the church.” Alice remembers as she motioned her hand for the group to get together, Y/n pulled out her phone and opened her camera, luckily they still had their costumes on, Spunk jumps up and snatches the phone from Y/n’s hand. The pup moves in front of everyone with the phone In his mouth. Sitting up slightly as he sat down the dog tilted his head to the side as the camera pointed at the group.

“Well ain’t that sweet.” Mugman tears up as he sees the group stand in a group picture, he wipes a tear from his face and Y/n motion the two to get into the picture. “Come on guys.” 

Mugman perks up at the offer, a picture? With them? Who was he to pass that offer up! 

Mugman grabs Cuphead by his shirt and the two walk over and stand next to each other, Y/n was in the center of the group. 

Everyone looked at the camera, with smiles on their faces, Y/n felt..joy. How they managed to escape death many times in this town—was unbelievable, but they still did it. Together. Y/n felt like she accomplished more than just laughing in the face of death. But creating bonds and friends along the way. 

And when they enter the world of the unknown, Y/n knew that she would have people behind her—just like she would be for them. 

She didn’t sense fear anymore, but perhaps bravery to step into this new objective and take it, wherever her journey may lead them, she would follow it till the ends of the earth with her friends, no matter how big the obstacles may be. 

The flash of the camera flickers off, capturing the moment of everyone, pride and joy and the sweet newfound presence of adventure. 

-

“Bye!” Alice waved goodbye to, Bendy, Y/n, Panchito, Donald, Oswald and Felix—and even Spunk. The six waved back as Alice and the others slowly walked away to the car they had arrived in town in—which was parked on the side of the road—thankfully it was unscathed—if so, Wally might lose his mind. 

Charley slowly stopped walking before he turned around and looked at Y/n. He walked back over to the group and stood in front of her, the human watched the toon before she watched him take something from behind his back. 

“Here, you might need this.” He says. Looking down, Y/n saw the butcher holding a pistol, the prop? Y/n laughed as she took it from his hand. The pistol held some weight to it, but Y/n blindly placed it into her holster. 

Charley sighs and places a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “You’re just a new starting Butcher Gang..but that’s okay. We’re all gonna learn how to truly be a Butcher—one day—“

“Shut up.” Bendy grumbled as he walked over and stood beside Y/n, Charley swatted his hand in Bendy’s direction. “And he’s not a member for various reasons—but you’ll thank me later.” Charley lets out a laugh before turning and walking back to the car where Alice was waiting. When he entered the car Alice waved goodbye one last time, Y/n waves bye as well, watching as the Angel got into the car and then drove off to finally head back home. Departing from the group for a small goodbye. 

Watching the car get further away—until finally it left from their sights. 

“Where to now?” Donald asks. The small display box was placed in Y/n’s book bag along with the book, safely tucked away. 

“Well. We need a boat. That’s the only way to leave the mainlands—“

“Like..by ocean?” Oswald quickly asks and Felix nods. Oswald’s ears slowly flattened. “And are we positive that we won’t get lost at sea?” 

Oh that didn’t sound good at all and Y/n grimaced. “When you put it like that, Oswald, that’s a bit concerning.” 

“Oh, it’s not too hard, me and Mugsy sailed here on a canoe.” Cuphead recalls. A canoe, in the ocean? How did they even do that? 

“So, we’ll be sailing?” Y/n asks Felix who thought for a moment before nodding. “When you put it like that, yes.” He smiled and Oswald glanced at Donald. “Well. Donald knows all about boats, he’s good at sailing.”

Oh yeah, Donald did own a small boat. But surely not enough room for them all to fit in.

“There is a dock a few blocks from here. It has tons of boats.” Panchito points out—he recalled passing by it on their short adventure to go find Puck and retrieve the device from him. 

“Well let’s go, it’s getting late.” Donald rushes. Cuphead suddenly perked up though. 

“Oh yeah! Now I remember!“ he reminds himself. Bendy slowly looks at Cuphead and gives him a look of confusion. “Remember what?” 

“We left Pib over here somewhere.” Cuphead said—Y/n wasn’t aware of who Pib was—was that the archangel that they were warned about earlier—which not to mention Y/n was grateful they hadn’t run into them yet. 

“Oh yeah..” Mugman sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “I feel bad.” 

Cuphead rolled his eyes and shrugged. “She’ll survive.” 

“Who is Pib?” Panchito asks and tilts his head in confusion. “One of those ‘reinforcements’ they called in.” Cuphead answered and Bendy glowered at the cup for a moment when he wasn’t looking. 

“I thought there was only one of them.” Bendy grits through his teeth. 

“No. There’s three.” 

“And you’re just now telling us this because?”

“Whaddya mean? I already told you guys back at the venue.” 

“Yeah, you only told us one person was after us, and that’s the angel.”

“Yeah, Abel. You just gotta worry about him—the other two don’t seem too complicated—especially Pib, I doubt the goon even has a single brain cell in that head of theirs.” From the looks of it, Pib didn’t seem too reliable in Cuphead’s eyes—not much of a threat as Abel was—and whoever the 3rd person was. 

“Now..thinkin’ about it Cuphead, we should have told them about the other two.” Mugman nervously tapped his index fingers together. 

Y/n shrugs slowly. “Well…we know now.” 

The sound of a rock hitting something metal echoed in the street, everyone looked over to see the figure standing under the street light. It was Pib. 

Cuphead perked up at Pib’s very..on time appearance. 

“Oh. That’s Pib…great..” He grumbled. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows ever so slightly—the appearance of the person was odd and reminded her of some purge horror character. Standing still under the light, Y/n looks at Cuphead and Mugman. 

“What’s wrong with them?” 

“I dunno, she’s weird.” Cuphead shrugs. Pib seemed harmless, keeping a safe distance before slowly wandering over to Cuphead and Mugman, their shoes tapping the ground with each step Pib took before she pulled out something from behind their back—to present a bag of candy in her palms. Cuphead stared down at it at first before chuckling and glancing back at everyone. 

“See? Told you you didn’t have to worry about this one—“ Cuphead was cut off short when Pib hands Cuphead the bag of candy and gently moved him out of the way by pushing the bag of candy to his chest to slowly move him from her lane—Cuphead slowly stops speaking has he held the candy to his chest that Pib shoved it at and stumbled out of the way, Y/n had been standing behind Cuphead and Pib’s attention glued itself onto her. 

Y/n felt like she was in front of some wild animal and on instinct took a step back, pressing her back against the car that was behind her. 

“Okay Pib..” Mugman chuckled nervously. Y/n smiled nervously at Pib and chuckled. 

“Uh, hi—I promise we aren’t here to like..I dunno..cause harm or anything..cool mask..” Y/n strains. As close as Pib was—it seemed through the eye holes she couldn’t see Pib’s eyes. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bendy placed a hand on Pib’s back—and tugged at their shirt to remove themselves away from Y/n—but as quicker than anything, Pib swings their arm towards Y/n—a flare of golden light grew brighter—Y/n quickly ducks away from Pib’s blow, the fist had collided with the car, the window shattering and the car alarm went off. 

Y/n fell to the ground with a surprised expression. The damn thing almost took her head off! 

Spunk barked at Pib and Mugman and Cuphead were surely caught off guard as well. 

Pib stared down at Y/n, the dark hallows in the mask that were once pitch black were filled with a glowing golden light. Y/n felt the car shake as if someone landed on it. Glancing up at the car—another masked person was present—but this time they resembled more of a toon rather than human. 

It was Slicer. Slicer motion to Pib who looked up at her from the car. 

“Go. You can have her. We’ll get the others.” Slicer tells Pib. 

“Wh—“ Y/n was cut off by feeling herself falling—as if she fell through the ground—she heard everyone shout her name.

“You bring her back now!” Panchito glares at Pib. Pib only looks at the group before taking a step forward and disappearing into the puddle she had created. 

-

Y/n fell to the ground—falling from the middle of the air as it seemed, feeling the air get knocked from her lungs—she saw she had been dropped into an alleyway, quickly scurrying up—she only took a few steps ahead before she was tackled to the ground, the two rolled to the ground, Y/n kicked her legs to kick off Pib—which kicked them in the abdomen, Pib falls off and Y/n quickly grabs onto a pipe that had been laying on the ground, she stumbled up and points it to Pib. 

“Who are you!” Y/n shouts—not to lie. She was scared of Pib. She’s seen the Devil, a cowboy trying to shoot at her, and other crazy things in this short timespan of an adventure, but Pib had to be up there to one of the few things that would make her piss her pants. 

Pib didn’t hesitate and move to grab the pipe with their left hand—Y/n shoved the pipe into Pib’s hand and swung her fist to punch her, but Pib grabbed Y/n’s hand with theirs and shoved her backwards—which caused Y/n to stumble. Pib swings her arm in an attempt to punch Y/n, the human felt the fist collide near her lip—quickly placing a hand on her face, Y/n felt the metallic taste of blood—she grunts and tossed herself at Pib, causing the two to fall over, Pib grabbed ahold of Y/n’s arms—the feeling of a hot burning sensation scorched through Y/n’s wrist—the shining light flared and Y/n flinched back at the burn and at the reaction it had caused. It caused her to remove herself from Pib and quickly look down at her wrist—the blisters and bruise skin were present around her wrist. 

Y/n hissed in pain and shot the other direction and ran away. Fuck that, she can’t fight that thing. 

Pib quickly shot up and ran after Y/n. Y/n ran across the street and Pib was hot in her trail—Y/n could basically feel Pib’s shoes grazing the back of hers. Y/n felt her heart beating and straining—in fear and because of the running. She heard a grunt emit from Pib. 

Pib jumps up into the air and aims her hand down onto the ground in front of Y/n. The sound of something ripping in the air reached Y/n’s ears and Pib appeared in front of the human—Y/n skids on her shoes, almost falling to the ground but she regained her balance and moved as Pib swung her fist and it collided into the wall behind Y/n’s head when she moved away—any inch closer and Y/n would have been done for.

Y/n grabbed Pib’s wrist and Pib grabbed at Y/n’s neck—the feeling of the hand squeezing tightly at Y/n’s neck caused Y/n to grunt in pain—Y/n felt Pib push her through the wall—where it seemed the mysterious threat created another portal—leaning Y/n through it, Y/n felt herself slip off the edge and fall—but the hand removed itself from her neck and grabbed at the back of her shirt—holding her up above a body of water—it was off to the side of the bridge. Y/n gasps and brings her knees up to her chest. 

“Oh shit!” She shouts. 

She looks up at Pib, who was holding onto a pipe from the brick wall on the other side of the portal- using such strength to hold Y/n above the water. But if Y/n was falling—Pib was falling with her. 

Y/n grabbed at Pib’s forearm, digging her nails into the arm of Pib’s and tugged—causing Pib to lose footing and stumble away from the pipe she was holding on. Y/n grabbed onto the ground after pulling herself up by Pib and scurried up like a frightened cat, Pib had almost fallen off on the other side but kicked herself up and tried to grab at Y/n once more but Y/n moved away and punched Pib. Pib let out a grunt and shook her head, falling onto her knees as Y/n ran past her. 

Y/n stumbled slightly but felt herself running as faster than ever. She felt arms grab onto her and pull her up into the air, Y/n shrieks as she is pulled through yet another portal. Pib was bent down by the portal and pulled the human up. Y/n fell onto the ground and like a leech, she shot right back up and turned to the masked figure who moved their hand to swing yet again, this time Y/n caught the masked figures hand and pushed back—Pib pushes Y/n back and through another portal—how many of these damn things are there, falling through the other side and into a room in a building, Y/n stumbled onto some stairs—she grunts but quickly shot up, the dark room only showed light from the windows around the bar like area, the moon and street lights gave her the small bit of light as she hurried over to the bar counter and hopped over it, squatting down she pressed her back to the counter and slowly peered around it, she watched as Pib slowly walked through the portal and glanced around ever so slightly, shivering slightly, Y/n watched as Pib looked down at the broken chair that Y/n accidentally fell on top of.

The masked perpetrator hadn’t moved from the spot, the sound of the portal slowly closing up behind her caused Y/n to slowly back away into her hiding space. She glanced around her area to see what she could use to protect herself with. Spotting a glass beer bottle that had been thrown away in the employees trash can under the counter, Y/n slowly reached inside and grabbed onto it, her hands gripping onto the neck of the bottle before glancing back out so see Pib was near the counter. Pib had neared the counter Y/n was, but didn’t seem to take notice of the human slowly backing away to the opposite side of the counter to avoid her view, Pib slowly walked behind the counter, their boots scraping against the wooden floor and letting out a creek with each footstep, Y/n rounded the opposite side of the counter Pib once was, and slowly backed away near the exit which was at the front of the store a few feet away. Slowly standing up as she did so, she clutched onto the beer bottle like it was a teddy bear, waiting to give her comfort of any sort. But the ever so slightest groan from the floor, when she misplaced her footing caused Pib to stop her search and pause, her back still turned from Y/n, Y/n froze as well before Pib quickly turned around, a bolt of yellow light shot towards Y/n and hits the floor, Y/n heard wood cracking, but that wasn’t the least of her problems, Y/n ran the opposite direction and ran away from the door that she was sure was locked and would have to figure out how to unlock but with Pib knowing she was there she wouldn’t have enough time to do that. 

Y/n ran towards a set of stairs to the right of the room and quickly ran up them, she heard Pib scamper after her, once reaching the second floor, Y/n swung her arm back, the glass bottle colliding with Pib’s head and the glass cracked, Pib stopped in her short chase and lets out an animalistic grunt and turned their face the opposite direction and held the side of her head as Y/n quickly ran down the hall and spotted a door, opening it and quickly running inside she closed the door behind her and spotted a barrel bolt lock, quickly switching the barrel to lock the door, she turned around but spotted nowhere to leave the room! The bar just had complimentary temporary staying rooms, but who the hell ran the business where no one installed windows! What was this, a prison cell?! 

“Shit..” Y/n cursed under her breath before she quickly rushed over to a closet and opened the door, nothing but hangers and dust, she glanced around the closet yet again to spot a chained string for the light, without thinking, Y/n snatched the string from the roof, breaking it but also breaking the light in the process as it started to flicker and buzz. Holding the chained light string, Y/n glanced around the room for something else, she flinched when she heard the harsh sounds of thudding, looking over at the door, she saw Pib punched through it, the fist let off an intimidating yellow glow, and had yellow glowing trails around the knuckles and down the arm as if it were some henna tattoo or as if it were following the veins in the arm, the fist uncurled and grabbed at the door—clawing at it and Y/n had to think what it felt like for people that were in those horror movies, because it felt exactly like that, who was Pib and why were they so pissed off at Y/n?! She doesn't even know her!  The claw marks were left in its wake of Pib’s nails and Y/n paused for a moment before looking around the room as if someone else saw it.

Pib seemed to acknowledge the fact that the door was locked and was searching for the lock. Y/n quickly ran over to the dresser on the wall and hopped onto it, to anyone it would look like two kids playing hide and seek, but to Y/n, she started to realize she was legit fighting for her life at this point. Y/n spotted a flower pot holder edge above the door, and immediately hopped up and grabbed onto it. Not thinking if it would hold her weight up, but who gave a damn when you were using only a little of the resources given to you to survive, it’s not like she had magic like it seemed most of their opposing team had, if that was the fact she would have went head on with Pib—maybe—because the way Pib was portraying Y/n didn’t want to be anywhere near Pib, at all. 

Y/n grunts and heaves herself up onto the ledge shelf—and glued her back to the wall, feeling the ceiling touch the top of her head, she felt the wall shake and watched as Pib stumbled into the room, looking left and right, distracted with finding Y/n, Y/n held the chain in her hand and heaved herself from the wall, and landed onto Pib’s back—she thought Pib would have fallen to the ground but that wasn’t the case, she managed to get the string around Pib’s neck and Y/n let’s out a loud shout and tugged at the string, Pib stumbled and on instant her hand went up to tug at the choking device, Y/n felt her back hit the wall and she pushed her back against the wall and tugged tighter on the string, Pib placed her hand on the wall and the two fell backwards through another portal, Y/n fell onto her back and Pib fell over her, rolling over Pib shoots to her feet and Y/n fell the cold concrete under her, back outside, Y/n tore herself from the ground and and saw that they were back outside in the street, she watched as Pib placed a shaky hand on her neck, Pib looked down at her palm to see the red substance on her fingertips, Y/n takes a step backwards and shivered, she felt cold—but it wasn’t that cold just a minute ago. 

Pib ran towards Y/n and tackled her to what Y/n thought would be the ground, but she felt water submerge the two. Dragged under water Y/n felt Pib grasp on her throat, slowly opening her eyes, Y/n held her breath and grabbed onto Pib’s wrist, clawing and pinching but it seemed that didn’t make Pib falter at all. The lack of oxygen had started to get to Y/n, the human felt her chest jolt in response for her lack of hair, Y/n felt her back hit the ground at the bottom of the pond, the jagged ground pierced through her back, Y/n felt her heart quickly beating, panicking but also alerting her brain to breathe and hurry to get fresh air. Y/n’s hand grazed a loose rock and she picked up the rock before swinging her arm as fast as she could underwater, the rock collided with Pib’s temple causing her to quickly let go of Y/n. Her hands grasping the side of her head and Y/n kicked her feet from off the ground and quickly started back to the top of the water, the moonlight reflecting from the water, when she reached the surface, the cool air licks at Y/n’s face and Y/n doggy paddle to the nearest land—which was a small ditch on the side of the towns road, breathing heavily and panting, Y/n crawled onto the ground and hacked up the water that managed to make its way into her lungs and throat. 

Y/n claws at the dirt, feeling the dirt embed itself into her nails. She gulped and swallowed in the air as if it were water, weakly turned over to sit and lean on her elbows and glanced at the water to see Pib—peeking from the water at Y/n, Pib was as still as a stone. Y/n’s chest heaved up and down as she slowly backed away and stumbled weakly onto her feet, her legs felt like jelly. 

Pib slowly seeps back into the water like some hippo and Y/n scurried away like a frightened child, running back into the city, the human couldn’t yet again take another step until she felt herself get tackled, the wet form of Pib embraced Y/n and the two fell once more into a new portal. 

Y/n felt herself fall into someone. Y/n grunts and quickly gets up to see Oswald who had got up as well. 

“Oh thank goodness you’re here!” Y/n shouts as she quickly places her hands on Oswald—Oswald was about to say something but the feeling of him shoving her away causes Y/n to stop talking, the sound of concrete breaking and smoke entering her nostrils. Y/n looks up to see Abel was walking over, a hand shot from the ground and grabbed onto the ground—like a zombie crawling from the dead. Pib pulled herself up from the portal and stood up, rolling their shoulders and looking over to Abel who motioned something towards Pib. 

Y/n looked over to see Oswald had scurried over to her and helped her off the ground, backing away from Pib and Abel. And even Slicer who had slowly sauntered over to the two, Y/n felt another pair of arms grab onto her, she looked over to see Panchito. 

“There you are!” He sighs in relief. Bendy spotted Y/n and quickly walked over to Y/n, Felix was watching Cuphead and Mugman hold  something up to Abel, who didn’t look pleased at all.

“I’m not afraid to use this!” Cuphead shouts, it was the stone..how the hell did he get that, Y/n thought she had it in her bag.

Abel looks at Slicer and Pib—which Pib was still looking at Y/n like some ravenous wolf. Ready to tear her into pieces. 

Y/n leaned back onto Panchito and Oswald and pants—she was out of breath and was damn near going to die at one point. 

The gem in Cuphead’s hand glowed and Abel took a step back but not that he was afraid of the stone—but what he knew Cuphead was holding was nothing good to him; he then looked past Cuphead and Mugman and to the group.  

“We know where you go.” Abel confessed.

“We’ll be back.” He adds, his wings shivered and Y/n lets out a shaky sigh. 

Pib motioned towards the ground—where they created another portal. Slicer laughs before jumping into the portal, her laugh echoing. Abel removes his gaze from everyone before jumping in, and Pib looks over to Y/n, they raise a hand up to their head, the tip of their fingertips touching their forehead before motioning towards Y/n, and off Pib went, into the portal. 

Everyone was silent for a moment.  Y/n felt the world fade from her, her eyes becoming blurry. And soon her world was darkness. 

#toon quest #bendy and the ink machine #oswald the lucky rabbit #animanics 2020 #bendyxreader #panchito pistoles #cuphead #cuphead x reader

[squallsimp]

CHAPTER 2 OF “WHOS THE NEW KID” HOESS🤍

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The bell rang excusing you from your first class, which was probably going to be your favorite. The teacher, Mrs. Kingsley, was a delightful, sweet soul that cared about her students, and cracked a few jokes during her time teaching. She was very elegant too, she was dressed in a light blue dress that was patterned with sunflowers. She looked like a Fairy Queen.

You pulled your schedule from your bag, studying it.

Your next class was Geography, not the best subject, but not the worst.

As you were standing in the middle of the stairs trying to find what room and floor your class was on, a tap on your shoulder disrupted you.

You turned around and a boy from your first period stood in front of you, he had blonde hair and green eyes, he was not that tall, but taller than you.

“Uh, Hello. I’m Tommy.”

“Hello?? Can I help you?”

“OH! Oh yeah uh, so since your new, and this school is a shit show to navigate, I was wondering if you wanted me to walk you to your next class? I wouldn’t want you to get lost.” He chuckled softly

You furrowed your brows slightly.

“Sure, as long as you can get me there without being late.”

He grinned and peaked at your schedule.

“Geography? My friend Sam has that next. Oh! Speaking of friends, is it alright if a couple of my mates walk with us?”

“I guess? They’re your friends, not mine.”

“Great! Let’s go.”

You both walked up the stairs together, occasionally making small talk, Until stopping when you came across two boys.

“There you two are! I’ve been looking for you.”

“No shit, you’re so slow you always have to look for us.”

The two boys chuckled.

“Oh! Right! Y/N meet my friends Jack and Sam. They’re both assholes, but likeable enough.”

“Pleased to meet you.” You said softly.

The boy with messy black hair and dark eyes stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Sam.”

You shook his hand smiling, he seemed nice.

The other boy, who you recognized from your first period class, also known as “Mr. Korrapati” scowled and adjusted his eyepatch.

“Uh, Hello.” You said, trying to get at least a greeting from him.

“Hm. Hello.” He said casting a glance at you and remained scowling.

“Damn Jack, you don’t have to be so mean to her, you just met the poor thing.” Tommy said glaring at Jack.

“Shut up, let’s go already, we’ll be late.” Jack said in an annoyed tone.

You all started walking up the stairs flight by flight, Tommy bombarding you with stupid questions, and Sam occasionally asking you some. It was something you could get used to. Jack remained silent. Holy Shit was he in a bad mood.

You reached the floor which held your next class, and you all said goodbye to each other, Tommy asked if you could walk together to third period, in which you all agreed. You found some friends, how great!

You and Sam entered your 2nd period class and sat down in your seats, The teacher introduces himself as “Mr. Locke”. You didn’t like him, he was extremely strict and never showed an ounce of kindness.

*time skip to the end of 2nd and third period bc I have no energy rn ahahahah😭*

“FUCKING FINALLY” Tommy said while you and your other newfound friends were walking downstairs.

“finally what?” You questioned.

“It’s Lunch, which means no torture for the next 35 minutes.” Jack said looking down at the stairs.

“Exactly!” Tommy exclaimed.

You giggled and continued walking to the cafeteria.

Maybe this place won’t be so terrible after all.

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OK IK THIS WAS KINDA SHORT AND RLLY BAD BUT I WANTED TO GET CHAPTER 2 DONE BC CHAPTER 3 IS ONE IVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TOO AHHHHH

#jack korrapati #nevermoor #jack korrapati x reader

[slashingdisneypasta]

Yee! You nade a second kiss or diss! Thank you! ^^

... I'm ashamed to say that younger me would have said kiss to Kaa. Me now though? I'll give him a snoot kiss. Even if he is a villain, he is a snake and as such that snoot will be booped/kissed. If he was human though?... damn it I'd probably still kiss him, but not on the nose. (Though may I raise you... Naga Kaa? Ok bye-)

I'm gonna say kiss too, but only Patchy (... ok Sideburns can have a smooch too, but after Patchy). I honestly forgot I was fond of these guys, especially Patchy, until I found your blog.

So far this whole list, including Razoul, are surprising me with how I choose kiss for them XD Before I didn't even think twice about this guy, but now I can definitely see the appeal.

Monsieur D'arque though is the first diss. I like some older characters, and he is not one of them XD

The Duke is also not one of them (I'm on mobile so no yellow for me). Two disses so far.

OH MY LORD YOU ADDED THE HUSBAND!!!! AHHHHHHH!! Yes I WILL kiss Scroop despite those fangs/mandibles. I don't care if I get cut (or poisoned, who knows with his species) accidentally or not (bro I legit had like a Fandom heart attack when I saw you added Scroop. Thank you! XD)

Wait, the Cheshire Cat is a secondary villain? I... Honestly I didn't think of him that way, but considering he got Alice in trouble with the Queen I suppose that'd be right. Regardless though, I'd say diss to cat or human version.

Oooooh boy... You know what your doing with this one, making the decision harder since we'd have to kiss the whole Toon Patrol instead of one (or more) of our choosing XD hm... You know what? Kiss. I'm curious how'd they kiss (like if it'd be one of those toony smooches or if it'd be something more like what humans would expect. Not to mention how their personalities would reflect in the kiss, like with Wheezy you'd taste ashes, Greasy is self explanatory, etc)

Nessus... I'll admit, I would say kiss, but I don't want it to evolve into anything more than that, and look at what happened with Meg. So I reluctantly diss.

Chi Fu also gets a diss. Besides, according to him, he's already got a girl

This was so fun! (Especially when you added Scroop! I'm still geeking out about him ngl XD) Thank you for posting! What about you? Who would you kiss or diss?

No worries its fun!! I have a lot more ideas, but I don't wanna overwhelm you ha ha XD

Yes Naga Kaa! Also Naga Sir Hiss and Naga Mr Snake!!

'but after patchy', haha XDD So you like the strong silent type? XD Or eyepatches?~ (I'm with you there- *looks to jim and buckman. tho buckman can definitely afford to get a new one*)

YAAAAY Razoul! And yes I added your snippy husband!!! I'm so glad you were pleased to see him!!! Haha XDD He HAD to go in!

Yeahhh, I figure Cheshire fits somewhere along the Secondary Antagonist-Minor Villain spectrum. He's definitely not a good guy (In the animated version. In the live action he helps the Mad Hatter so he's in, ^^ )

YES I DO WITH THE TOON PATROL!! Also your answer has inspired me!- I kinda wanna make a 'How they kiss' post for them now. Hmmmm. And ohhhh, yeah. Wheezy would taste like licking a damn ashtray.

I respect your reluctant Diss for Nessus, haha XD

My answers are under the cut, thank you so much for asking me! ^^

Kaa: I'm kissing that snake. So yes. Kiss. Snake form, human form, on the mouth, the snoot, the 'cheek'- whatever. I'm giving that snake a kiss. I love him and his Creepy-Winnie-The-Poo voice.

Stabbingtons: YEAH!!!! Both of them. If they'll have me- a lot.

Razoul: For sureeeeeeeee, for sure for sure for sure. Animated or live action ^^

Monsieur D'Arque: I'm gonna be the first yes for him! He's scary lookin, and I like that!

Weselton: Ehhhhh, yeah not for me. @disney-android-foundation brought up a good point with him- he doesn't look very pleasant to kiss. I dunno...

Scroop: Yes I will give the pincer man a kiss XD I'm curious how he would react!! But on the cheek- he's all yours man XD

The Cheshire Cat: I never really liked him, I was very confused about his loyalties 😅 So that's a diss from me.

Toon Patrol: I will kiss every single on of them!! INCLUDING SLIMER AND FLASHER. I love them so much ^^ XD I will give Stupid and Psycho kisses on the heads (Ohh, imagine giving Stupid a little kiss on the top of his hat <3 <3), I will give Smartass a kiss on the cheek and probably Wheezy too, and I will tongue kiss that creep Greasy.

Nessus: Oh yes I will be kissing the big, muscle centaur. If it escalates I just hope that Hercules is around XD Even Hades, even if he makes me serve him for the rest of my life. Even Pain and Panic will do. After all we don't have the phrase 'hung like a horse' for no reason- and I am not super duper keen on getting split in two like a plank of wood-

Chi Fu: Admittedly I am intrigued about how it might feel to be that one woman he thinks is above all the rest- but yeah, no, diss for now XD

[shslpunkartist99]

Those sketches of the FNF Symbol Cards look amazing~! Otis and Pico tho asjkasjk holy moly I find myself the most surprised by their designs.

First of all, I love how Otis' design makes him look very much like a warden, which is very fitting considering that he was the one responsible for the police station in the Diamonds. Secondly, I just noticed that he has an eyepatch there and I was wondering if there's a missing eye under it or if has it been replaced with a new one.

Also this is unrelated to Otis, but wtf whatcha mean the Diamonds symbol resembles an existing one?????? I'm looking at it right now but nothing really comes to mind for me.

Now for Pico, my goodness. I don't know why but I was half-expecting his outfit to either resemble or incorporate some elements of that one outfit from that drawing with him, Tsuri, and Zephyr, so this was quite a surprise! I love it tho! Like seriously, I just love all the details on his outfit and damn that mask changing into a mouth in his Beast Mode/Core Mode is really neat! Oh and almost forgot his new hairstyle there! He's looking good with it, I say!

Keith and Amelia are also very nice, though I have to say that it still feels a bit weird to see a version of the former not as short. Not a bad thing by any means, just so used to seeing your son all >:D and short like the chaotic bluenette he often is lol.

It's a brand that I have no idea what it's called, but I feel like it's familar cuz I see it everywhere-

Yeyeyye thank you~

Designing Pico was fun. I spent the most time on him, which is why he's got a buncha details. The mask idea just came up when I was originally gonna have his casual wear have it, but the idea of him pulling it up and turning into a beast mouth sounded really cool. Both him and Tsuri have a mask that do that

Keith is always meme-y, it almost feels odd to see him normal

#Symbol au #Pico #Otis #Amelia #Keith

[doodling-dood]

At 5AM the next morning, Dipper rips the covers off the bed and yells RISE AND SHINE directly into Bill’s ear

#my art #fanart #billdip #classic billdip #i forgot his damn eyepatch #I was busy trying to keep the earring & hair consistent #there's just no winning

[shurisneakers]

harmless (x)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety, smidge of angst, mentions of violence

Word count: 7.8k (i went overboard. clearly.)

A/N: as well all know, i am a humanities student writing science geeks. if any of this sounds unrealistic or nonsensical, it’s because it is and i am honestly too exhausted to research data privacy and AI so here’s my take on how STEM should work i.e. the power of friendship  <3 major shoutout to @iamlittlesparkler for the idea for this chapter!

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part  || Series Masterlist

“As you know, we have a busy week ahead of us.” 

Coffees line the conference room table, pens click against the stacks of paper that settle in front of various agents and the smell of deodorant mixed with post-training sweat lingers at the back of the room like a disgusting witch concoction. 

“The annual parade is coming up and since there are a few security threats, SHIELD has been asked to step in. Therefore, all of you will be working security this week, possibly even at the parade.” Murmurs broke out in the room the minute this was said; mostly from first year field agents who were way too excited to have earpieces and fingerless gloves. 

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn’t think much of it. They’ve dealt with threats before, most were declared empty the minute it got out that SHIELD or the Avengers were involved. It’s the 12th one that year. 

“That’s only if we don’t catch it first,” Steve continued. “Our first priority is precaution. The tech and analytics teams are working on it. However, if you see anything suspicious, bring it up with Director Fury. He’s going to be around to make sure we’re not overlooking anything. Do you have any questions?”

More whispers erupted at the mention of Fury’s name. Wait till they realise he lives up to his name when they accidentally manage to set him off just by existing incorrectly.

Bucky smirks at the thought.

“You can leave then.” Steve straightens up as chairs shuffle against the carpeted floor, over twenty people leaving the room.

“And remember, if you see an eagle today, be sure to stand there and thank it on behalf of Steve for its service. Freedom! Liberty! And whatever else,” Tony calls out from the corner of the room, earning a sigh from the captain. Others only snicker as they close the door behind them.

“Thanks.” Steve stares at him stone faced, bemused at the symbolism that had been bestowed upon him.

“Gotta keep the patriotism high.” The only ones that remain are the official team. Bucky thinks that he should have left with the other agents but apparently, it was rude and not a good show of team spirit.

“How serious is this threat anyway?” Clint has his head face down on the table, hand holding his to-go coffee cup so it doesn’t fall over. 

“We’re not sure.” Steve finally takes a seat on the chair in front of him. “It’s the biggest event we’ve had this year, wouldn’t put it past them.”

“If it’s those Welsh kids again, I’m gonna punch a hole through their house this time,” Clint warns, voice muffled through the furniture. 

“It’s not them, we checked.” Nat had her leg up on the armrest of Clint’s chair. “Tech team’s been working overtime to figure it out.”

“You have anything that could help?” Sam sends a nod towards Tony.

“I got a few things but it’d take a while to put it together.” 

“Didn’t you learn quantum physics in a night?” Wanda’s picking apart a cookie into pieces, chewing slowly.

“Thermodynamic astrophysics,” he corrects her. “Quantum science took lesser.”

Bucky scoffs slightly at the brag, eyes still trained on the table in front of him. Maybe if he made no noise, they would forget he’s here.

“Yeah, so this should be a piece’a cake.”  

“If your cake was somehow made out of a highly specified tracker that somehow doesn’t violate the data privacy of the entire world while analysing millions of terabytes worth of information, then yeah. A piece of it.”

“What he means to say-” Bruce interjects, “-is that we’re trying. It’s just taking longer than usual.”

“Well, the parade’s this Sunday. Think it’ll be done by then?”

“Hey FRIDAY,” Tony crosses his arm over his chest. “How many hours have I slept this week?”

“Three and a half, boss.”

“How much more will I be getting?”

“From previous experience, about six.”

“Yeah, we can get it done.” Tony looks back at Steve. 

“Ask someone on the tech team to help you out.” Everyone was well aware of Tony’s bad coping mechanisms and how futile it was to get him to change his mind about it, but they still tried.

“They’re too busy.” Bruce pressed his lips into a straight line. 

Bucky tunes out at this point. If he could help, he would have reluctantly chimed in by now, but he couldn’t. 

“So what now?” Sam rips Clint’s doughnut into two, keeping one half for himself while leaving the other to the latter who still hadn’t lifted his head up from the table.

“I actually asked Fury if I could call in an external to come help,” Tony pipes up. 

“And he agreed?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“After he realised I wasn’t going to leave his office until he said yes.” He pulled out his phone, rapidly typing out a message before hitting send. “It didn’t take too long.”

“Do we know this person?” Steve asks a little suspiciously.

“Well-” Bruce sneaks a glance at the broody man on the chair, “-kinda.”

Everyone can tell Bucky isn’t paying attention by the way he’s glaring holes into the plant. He doesn’t mean to, it just so happens that it looks like he wants to kill it. Nobody tends to bother him during meetings, knowing well and fully that he did not care.

“You’re about to.” Tony jumps up, making his way to the door to pull it open.

Bucky perks up. An open door means they can leave, right? He can go watch The Bachelor? He’s not sure what everyone was talking about, but if the meeting was over he could go ask Wanda who was always kind enough to help.

“Our newest recruit,” the billionaire announces, quickly adding the next part, “on a trial basis.” 

Bucky looks at the door.

His jaw drops open.

“No,” he says loudly, posture immediately stiff as a plank. 

“Hello to you too, Barnes.” You roll your eyes before sending a small wave to everyone else. “Hey everyone.”

“What are you doing here?” He looks like he’s seething. 

“Don’t tell me you forgot about our date.” You cross your arms over your chest in defiance. “You told me 3 o’clock, you player.”

“What is she doing here?” He whips to Steve for an answer.

“Hey Y/N,” Sam greets with a smile on his face before Steve can reply.

“Sam Wilson, good to see you again.” You grin.

“Right back at ya, sugar.” 

Wanda looks amused, Clint finally lifts his head off the table at the mention of your name while Nat takes her feet off his armrest, and Steve’s body relaxes when he realises what’s going on. 

“Okay.” Tony claps his hand. Bucky shoots daggers at him. “As you all know, this is Y/N. She’s going to working with us this week.”

“This is ridi- how did you even find out about her?”

“Aside from the fact that she’s all you talk about?” Clint snorts. Bucky shifts his glare to him. It was bullshit and an exaggeration and Clint was going to get a shoe up his ass very soon.

Your grin only grows bigger.

“We saw one of the repulsors she made some time ago,” Bruce answers his question like the sane person that he is. “Tony’s had her in mind for a while.”

“Repulsors? How on ear-” Bucky connects two and two together before turning to Sam. “You. You got her this job.”

“Sam’s my best wingman.” You send him a small heart made from your hands. Whether the pun was intentional or not, no one would know.

“Don’t look at me, I had nothing to do with this idea.” Sam raised his hands to brush off the blame.

“You’re a villain,” he points out loudly.

“I’m a saint.” You raise your hand to your heart in mock offence. “I have done nothing wrong in my life, ever.”

“Listen, Robocop,” Tony interrupts your conversation, bringing the attention back to him, “I cleared it with Fury. He’s the boss here.”

“Fury doesn’t know-”

“What don’t I know?” The atmosphere of the room changes the minute he saunters in. 

With an eyepatch on his face, gaze sharp and a long black coat, Nick Fury puts Bucky’s dark outfits to shame. Not like he was competing. 

Bucky doesn’t continue his sentence. Nick’s imposing presence loomed at the doorway, putting a stop to the ridiculous arguments that were beginning to boil. Instead, he looks at you, only to find your attention trained on the man of the hour.

“Nicholas,” you half cheer from where you had shifted to in the middle of all the commotion. 

Nicholas?

Nicholas?

No one had ever called him Nicholas. 

“Y/L/N,” Nick addresses in return. “Been a while.”

“You haven’t come to the lair in months, Nick.” You pout at him. “I even sent you an invite.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows. Since when are you on such good terms with Fury? Since when was anyone on good terms with Fury?

“It must have gotten lost in the mail,” he fires back, “Or maybe it’s because I just happen to be the busiest man in the damn country. Take your pick.”

You roll your eyes, muttering something under your breath, but the good natured smile on your face shows that you didn’t take any of his passive- or straight up- aggressiveness to heart. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was interrupting your little tea time.” He looks around the rest of the room with an edge in his voice. “Don’t you all have work to do?”

“We do,” Tony interrupts, holding up his hand before pointing to Bruce and you. “Everyone else just sorta sits around and looks pretty.”

“I’m gonna go talk to the organisers, see what spots are most vulnerable.” Steve stands up. “You coming?”

“Yep,” Sam responds, flicking Clint’s shoulder to drag him along. “Come on, man. When was the last time you took a shower?”

“I’ll go see what the kids are up to in training. They’re probably flying off the handle right now.” Natasha brushes off crumbs from her lap. “Barnes, you in?”

Bucky silently shakes his head, eyes focused on you as you introduce yourself to every Avenger who walks out of the room, sharing a small fist bump with Sam.

“I’ll do it,” Wanda volunteers instead, finally leaving behind only the Science Bros, you and Bucky in the room with Fury. 

“I’ll give you a tour of the lab.” Tony beckons and you nod, following him. “New eyepatch, Fury? Prada, I assume?”

“Stark,” Nick says curtly. 

Bucky stares after you, arms still folded across his chest.

“Any problem, Sergeant?” 

Other than the fact that his arch nemesis was now working with his friends, no, not really. But that did seem like a pretty big one.

“No,” Bucky mumbles instead, getting up from his place finally.

Apparently, no one else was worried about the possibly lethal combination of you and Stark, even with Banner there to dilute it. 

Fine.

Guess he just has to observe you the whole week.

Well, half a week. It was Wednesday. 

He observes inconspicuously over the rim of his coffee cup. He has a newspaper spread in front of him at Bruce’s table. 

It’s not suspicious. He’s been there multiple times to sit in silence with the scientist who occasionally tinkers with something while engaging Bucky in tidbits of conversation. He finds it calming, refreshing even

Today he has an agenda. Everyone knows about it too. 

“You know he’s staring at you, right?” Bruce looks up briefly from the giant blueprint laid in front of the group. 

Tony had been dragged away to get a proper meal into him after he stayed up for 36 hours straight with caffeine keeping his system running. 

“He has a tendency to do that.” You’re looking over the plan the three of you had come up with the day before. There were certain changes to be made in terms of efficiency. “Turns out if you annoy him, he stares harder.”

“We’ve heard about the inventions. Inators, he calls them?”

“Yeah,” you point out something on the sheet, drawing a circle around it to come back to later, “only good things I hope?”

“He doesn’t really talk much.” Bruce writes down a small comment against your arrow mark. “But if he hated them, he’d have a lot to say. So I’d take it as a compliment.”

“Would it annoy him if I did?”

“Probably.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment, then. Pass me the ruler?” You draw a line connecting two pieces. 

Bucky’s ability to lip read is excellent but he refuses to do it, for privacy purposes. He knew that SHIELD had pulled some strings and had another teacher substituting for your classes the whole week since your other option was to come only after school hours. Anything else about this plan was murky.

“You gonna sit there all day?” Tony looks over his shoulder, following his line of sight.

“I’ve done it before.” He continues to look over the newspaper at you with your finger extended at something on the blueprint as you explained something to Bruce.

“You look like- how do I say this nicely.” He wasn’t going to. “A fuckin’ stalker.”

“I’m supposed to stop her from doing anything evil.”

“Sure.” Tony snorts. “That’s what this is. Should I get you a fedora and sunglasses while we’re at it?”

Of course Stark wouldn’t care; he brought you into this project. It was pretty much impossible to get him to agree with Bucky.

Bucky just narrows his eyes and continues his observation. 

The menu of the cafeteria keeps changing. They like to keep things interesting.

Every time they do, Bucky spends too long staring at the menu, trying to figure out what exactly is familiar enough to order. Vietnamese week had him eating pho the entire duration it stayed.

“You plannin’ on eating anytime this century, sarge?” He recognises your voice immediately. 

He knows what time your break is and he knows that you generally eat lunch in the cafeteria with the science team. Generally, the three of you pour over solutions and debate points all through the meal, and he spends the time getting acquainted with his new, lowkey Instagram account. 

He blocks the Bucky Barnes hashtag the minute he gets an account again. God save his eyes from people asking him to break their back like a glow-stick. However, one afternoon of accidentally watching three cat videos has led to his entire explore page being taken over by them and he’s been trying for three days to get it to stop. 

“Just trying to-” he tilts his head. “-understand what I’m reading.”

“Not a big fan of Greek food?” You join him in looking at the menu. 

“Never really had the chance to try.” Tony and Bruce don’t seem to be in the room, probably pushing aside their meal to work on it as they’ve often done.

“Ah.” You already had your order in mind but you wait there. 

Two minutes later he’s still staring at the menu. He can feel your presence next to him, unmoving. It unnerves him.

“Why are you still standing here?” He cranes his neck to look at you.

“I’m just seeing how long it takes for you to order.” You shrug. “So far it’s been five minutes and forty six seconds. Forty eight now.”

“Go away.” The concept of someone standing beside him, waiting for him to do something reminded him far too much of him trying to bag his stuff at the grocery counter rapidly while other customers waited to pay. 

“Six minutes and thirty seconds. This is just sad now.”

“Your face is sad.” It was pathetic that he had now resorted to this.

It earned a laugh from you. 

As entertaining as it was to be able to get on his nerves by just standing silently next to him, you finally ask, “Do you want a recommendation?” 

He eyes you wearily. “You gonna give me food poisoning?” 

“Not today, no.” You shake your head slightly. “Maybe tomorrow.”

He stares a little longer. You remain unshaken in your offer.

“Fine.” He sighs, stepping aside. 

You tell him that since it’s his first time, you’d get him something basic. He thought it made sense. 

He argued with you when you ended up paying for the both of you, only shutting up when you told him he’s holding up the line and that he could pay you back later. It doesn’t stop his incessant mumble complaining. 

He ends up with gyros at his table and you sitting opposite him with your meal. He asks where the Science Bros are. You tell him it’s Science Hoes now, as christened by Tony, and that they’re in the lab.

“So?” You look at him eagerly.

“What?”

“How is it?” you urge, nodding at him.

He takes a cautious bite, really taking his time with it to annoy your impatient ass. 

“Well?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“It’s-” he pauses, looking down at his food. “-good.”

“Aha.” You lean back victoriously. “Knew it.”

He likes it. He also knows that this is probably going to be the only thing he orders for the next week unless you had planned otherwise. 

“You’re not eating?” He gestures to your untouched tray.

“Taking it up to the lab. Got a few things to work on and we’re already behind.” You gather up your stuff and get up.

“Uh-” he pauses from practically inhaling the entire thing. He was already halfway done with it. “-thanks.”

“No problem. You wink at him. “Try figuring out what’s wrong with it.” 

You turn on your heel to leave, taking your order with you. He can see your shoulders bobbing with silent laughter. 

He stares down at his plate, swallowing slowly. 

He pokes at it with a fork, lifting up the leftovers to check if there’s anything underneath. Nothing. 

He checks to see if his limbs are still intact or his face was a different colour. Nope.

His stomach twists in worry about what’s going to happen. He still has a bit left but he pushes the tray aside.

The rest of the day he spends supervising you has you occasionally catching his eye, only to laugh. It only freaks him out more.

It takes eight hours of waiting and self induced tests later to realise there was nothing wrong with it. You were just playing with him.

He’s surprised to find you in the rec room when he strolls in with Sam, given that you haven’t taken a break all day.

You don’t share the same surprise... almost like you expected him.

“How long have you been waiting for me?” he immediately asks.

"I wasn’t here for you.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Heard that Wilson was makin’ an appearance here soon so I stopped by to get a good look at him."

"Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Sam laughs, inserting a dollar into the machine and punching in the code for what he wanted.

"Gladly. Strike a pose, would you?" You grin, raising your phone.

“Maybe when I’m not covered in sweat.” Sam counter offers and you accept with a thumbs up.

“You going to the parade, Sam?” You toy with the can in your hands.

“I’ll be working security, so probably.”

“Sarge?” You take a swig of your drink.

“Huh?” He snaps back into the conversation, putting a stop to the mental list of reasons he was making of why you could be here at the same time as him. He knew your schedule, it wouldn’t be very hard for you to figure out his.

“You coming to the parade on Sunday?” you ask again.

“I guess.”

You wince.

“What?” he asks instantly, curiosity making him a lot sloppier than usual.

“It’s just- you wear so much black.” You gesture to his current getup to prove your point. ”I feel like all the bright colours would vaporise you if you looked at them.”

He doesn’t look amused.

“You know, like Prince Philip.”

“I think I’ll be fine.” He gives you a sarcastic smile.

“You comin’ Buck?” Sam laughs, unwrapping the bar he bought from the machine.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” Bucky says offhandedly, still glaring at you innocently drinking your soda.

Sam chews absentmindedly on his protein bar as he walks out, amused at the situation Bucky pulled himself into.

“What’d you do?” Bucky asks, studying your body language.

“I bought a soda.” You lift the can to prove your point. “And now I’m drinking it.”

“Why are you waiting for me?”

“I thought I’d return the favour,” you point out. “I’m supervising you.”

“Don’t.” He walks to the vending machine, pulling out his wallet for some loose change. There was a Snickers bar he had been craving since morning that he bought every alternate day. Small joys.

“Why? I have the time.” You take a sip, setting it down with a clang.

“You’re only here for this week.” Bucky counted the coins he had. He’d use a dollar but he was trying to get rid of the jingling in his pocket that made him sound like a fucking clown when he walked.

“Actually,” you begin innocuously, “Tony offered me a full-time position.”

Bucky’s movements stop, hunched over the money in his palm.

“What?”

“Yeah.” You nod seriously. “A full nine-to-five as a researcher here.”

“And you’re taking it.” He shakes himself out of the minor shock to assess the damage.

“I don’t know. I got a lot of things to consider.” The chair scrapes against the tiled floor as you stand up. “But maybe you should get used to seeing me a lot more around here.”

He punches in the code for his Snickers. The row whirs forward slowly.

“See you at the lab.” He hears you discard the empty can in the trash before exiting.

He waits patiently for his bar to drop while his mind internally screams about the consequences of having you work here. You wouldn’t be evil anymore. Unless you were here to steal secrets from the Tower. On the pro side, his weekend would be free again. On the con side, his weekend would be free again.

His bar stops right at the edge of the row. He waits for it to fall over. It doesn’t.

He shakes the machine, suppressing the primal urge to beat the shit out of it when the damn bar refuses to fall.

He punches in a few random buttons hoping that at least it would give his money back.

The little monitor instead flashes a new message across the screen.

‘Have a good day, sarge <3’

Motherfucker.

Captain America looks less daunting up close, you realise. But he is still a very large man with very large shoulders. You know at least four people who would like to scale him like a tree, not that you’d ever tell him.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sends you a small smile when you walk into the room for a mid-week update. A clipboard in your hand, report attached and a few stationery items in case some points needed to be noted done, you look professional and ready.

“Afternoon, Captain.” Tony saves a seat for you and Bruce beside him since you’re on the same project. You almost miss the fact that Bucky isn’t in the room.

He walks in a few minutes late; tall, dark and brooding, immediately bringing the excitement in the room down by 40% by just existing. 

Bucky surveys the room before catching your eye. He picks up his chair with ease and drags it over to where you are, sitting right beside you, ignoring the small cry of protest from an agent whose view he now obstructed. Everyone else just silently shifted over.

“Clingy much?” you whisper at him, eyes still trained on Steve who had waited till everyone was seated to continue.

“I’m supposed t’be keeping an eye on you,” he rebuffs in a hush.

“Well, you’re late. What if I went rogue, huh?”

“Therapy ran overtime,” he mumbles.

“Oh.” You blink. “How was it?”

“Same old.”

“You good?”

He refrains from answering when Steve starts addressing the room but yes, he was fine. He sends you a nod to confirm. 

“This is just a usual checking in. We’ve received all your reports, but just to keep everyone on the same page-”

Bucky logs out mentally. He knows what his job is, he’ll probably lead a division of the security team or join the mission to neutralise the threat in case they find it first. Either way, he’ll figure it out without having to listen to an intern nervously stammer their way through their team’s report. 

On the other hand, you’re not listening either. You were until you saw Bucky’s eyes glaze over while glowering at the window, assuming that he had stopped paying attention when his gaze doesn’t shift.

You should be listening. You’re new here and you should know what’s going on because any bits of detail are crucial to the working of your system. 

Instead, you rip out a sticky note and discreetly place it on the back of Bucky’s metal arm. He doesn’t notice.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. More post-its from your pile of stationery make their way onto the vibranium, shades of pink, purple, green and yellow decorating his arm like a bulletin board. 

You’re about to contemplate sticking one on his shoulder blade when he whips around to look at you. You freeze, hand in the air with a sticky note. He looks down at his arm, a scoff escaping him in disbelief. 

“Are you serious?” He twists his arm to check the extent of how far you’ve gone. “What are you, six?”

“How’d it take you so long to notice?” You watch as he tugs them off one by one, counting to see how many you had managed to get on there.

“It’s impossible not to zone out in these shitty meetings,” he mumbles, pulling off the last one, crumpling all of them into a ball to throw at you. You skilfully avoid them. 

“Don’t you feel pressure or heat or anything here?” You poke at his metal arm.

“No.” He clenches and releases the fist. “It can block bullets though.”

You snort. “Bet that’s a popular line in bed.”

He rolls his eyes. “I mean, it helps that I can’t feel anything. Sometimes,” he adds the last part as an afterthought. 

“Like when you’re blocking bullets.”

“Especially then.” He nods. 

“Would you ever want to?” you ask casually. “Like if you got the choice, would you prefer having feeling in that arm?”

“I don’t know.” He’s thought about it, but it doesn’t seem feasible in his line of work. He’d like it, though, to feel sand slipping through his fingers and the comforter under his palm. “Maybe when I’m retired.”

“Aren’t you well past that age?”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes. “And pay attention. You’re next.”

“So you are listening.” True to his word, Steve asks about what’s going on with your team. “Traitor.” 

Tony shoots off about how you only had to test it out on a small batch first to see if you could acquire the targeted data without compromising anything else. You chime in about a few specifics, and Bruce more or less just confirms what you both are saying, only stopping to let them know that you’d be finished in a day or two.

Steve nods, moving on to the next committee.

“Did I get a good grade?” you whisper when you lean back again.

“B minus at best.” 

“Fuck you, dude. I was great,” you protested. “It’s definitely worth a gold sticker.”

Someone shushes you sharply. You apologise quietly, whacking Bucky’s metal arm when you see a dumb smirk on his face. 

He narrows his eyes at you. 

You try sticking another post-it on him.

You’re only here for a week. That’s what he’s been told. Over six times, actually, after which he’s been told to go away the next time he asked.

No one’s brought up the job offer so he asks Tony if it was true and all he gets is a dismissive ‘yeah, whatever’. Besides, you haven’t told him if you accepted or denied it yet so isn’t sure if this entire thing is set in stone, per se.

So then why do you have a giant box of your belongings that you’re lugging around the lab, looking to set down?

And why does Tony allow you a table right in the centre of the lab for everyone to see as soon as they walk in?

There are a gazillion trinkets, picture frames and obnoxiously bright stationery that stands out against the dull minimalism of the lab.

“Every single one of these is a fire hazard,” he reports, standing over your desk.

You give him a side glance before reaching over to the side of your desk, pulling up a fire extinguisher and setting it on the table in front of him. “I came prepared, bitch boy.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. He chooses to look at what exactly you’ve brought with you because it’s a lot.

There are small cards with ‘thank you!’ sprawled on them in uneven lettering, bits and pieces of paper with small cartoons on them, little clay models and other miniature trophies with ‘you’re the best!’ under it.

“Your students gave you these?” He can’t remember the last time he gave his teacher anything other than a headache.

“Sometimes they learn or communicate better when they have something to keep their hands busy.” There’s a certain fondness in your voice that he isn’t used to hearing. “I end up with a lot of doodles and craft.”

“’s nice of them.” He can tell that this means a lot to you. He hasn’t seen it before.

He thinks the little decorations are adorable and maybe he’d keep another fire extinguisher on hand, just in case. 

Until you start pulling out a set of framed photos and his smile drops.

Several collages of Bucky in flower crowns, him with terribly edited backgrounds of beaches and mountains, a photo of him laughing with ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ next to it in an italicised font.

“What the fuck,” he states, grabbing one of them.

You stifle a laugh, pulling out several more to place along your table.

“Where did you fucking get these?” He starts pulling them off the table one by one.

“I don’t think you know how much the internet is obsessed with you.” You set an especially large one of him in a Hello Kitty bowtie right in the centre. He doesn’t miss the star shaped frame you chose for this.

“What is wrong with you?” He swipes that up immediately, looking for a place to discard, possibly burn these pictures. “Why do you even have these?”

“It’s imperative that people know we’re friends.” You bite your lip, bringing out the last thing to annoy him.

“What is that?” A teddy bear with a blue jacket and a grey felt arm stared into his soul.

“A Bucky bear.” Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh. “Limited edition.”

He snatches it along with the fifteen other picture frames, thinly veiled distress and mostly disgust on his face.

“I hate you.”

“But I love you.” You lift the small heart shaped locket you hung on one of the pictures of your class.

You use both your hands to click it open for him, watching his face morph into one of disbelief.

Bucky my beloved, it read on the right with a small picture of him on the left looking intensely disgruntled. He doesn’t bother asking where you found that specific picture of him outside a Burger King at 3am.

He doesn’t even make an effort to take it away this time. He knows that you’ll simply bring up more and more until you drove him crazy.

“You still have to see the Avengers calendar.” You reach for the inside. “I changed all the pictures to you, it looks great-”

He turns around and leaves before you get a chance to flip open the pages.

He wanders around, looking for the best disposal area he can find. He knows there’s a giant fireplace in the common room in the Tower, and for that, he’d have to go up a couple of floors.

He steps into the elevator, chin pressing down on the several picture frames in his hands to prevent them from falling over.

No one sees him carrying a couple of fan edited pictures and merchandise of him. Which was good.

Unfortunately, the doors ding open on the next floor and his best friend steps on with possibly the worst timing ever.

“Buck?” Steve sounds confused. He should be, considering the sight.

Bucky shimmies slightly to get a better grip on his belongings. “Steven.”

Steve glances at what he’s holding.

“Is this,” Steve pauses, trying to frame his words correctly to sound as supportive as possible, “a therapy thing?”

“No.”

Steve waits for a further explanation.

“It’s Y/N’s,” he elucidates. Steve’s eyebrows furrow.

“Why are there so many pictures of you?” He looks at the content in his hands a little closer. “And a bear.”

“She’s evil. And I hate her.”

“Alright.” It doesn’t answer his question but his friend looks irked enough.

The elevator dings to the common room floor.

Bucky turns on his heel to head toward the place to set all the pictures on fire. He saves the picture frames to give back to you though, he’s sure those cost money. But he makes sure every last square inch of the picture with several hearts around his portrait burns to ash.

Bucky knows that by the time Saturday afternoon rolls around, the three of you would have been working for thirty hours straight, scrambling to get the last minute details done.

You’re still at it but he can tell through the adrenaline of the upcoming deadline that you’re exhausted. 

Now he’s grouchy but he’s not an asshole. He’s already done two coffee runs for the team and brought you food when you didn’t show up for lunch. He mumbles something and dismisses it when you call out a ‘thank you’ his way. He considers it a debt repaid for the gyros.

He’s still keeping an eye on you but along with an emergency box of doughnuts for any sugar rushes that may be needed and bottles of water that he occasionally leaves at the corner of the table for you three to subconsciously keep yourself hydrated. 

“Are you sure we checked it?”

“Yes.” Bruce nods.

“Double checked it?”

“Yes.”

“Triple checked it.”

“Yes.” 

You look satisfied enough to move on to the next item. “Pass me the welding torch for a second.”

Bucky has a book in front of him that he hasn’t moved beyond the second page of. He’s more interested in seeing who collapses from burnout first. He has the infirmary on speed dial. 

After another hour or so Tony holds up a silver tablet, roughly the same size as a smartphone, examining it from all sides.

“That’s it,” he states. “The final product.”

You exhale lightly.

“We should name it.” You have your hands on your hips, looking down at it in wonder. Maybe the zero hours of sleep was finally kicking in because you couldn’t believe you were finally done. 

“You got any suggestions?” Tony asks. 

To be frank, no, you didn’t.

“No.”

“Okay, we’ll do that later.” Tony sets it down, not sounding too disappointed. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell the team to get down here, please.”

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky jumps off his chair to join you in the lab, leaving the book behind. 

It only takes a few moments for the others to join. Fury and Steve walk in together, already engaged in conversation.

“Greetings.” You clap your hands together. “We did it. We think.”

“We think?” Nick raises an eyebrow.

“We know,” Bruce clarifies quickly, stepping in. “We’re positive it works. We tested it out.”

Tony pulls up the holograph of F.R.I.D.AY’s system, sliding the tablet to the middle of the table.

“Is it secured under FRIDAY’s core?”

“Locked and loaded.” Tony hits the table lightly to signify that it was safe.

“I think we’re ready,” Bruce confirms.

“We better be, or else half the country is suddenly going to lose their internet connection,” you say under your breath.

“What?” Bucky’s eyebrows knit together.

“Nothing,” you beamed, “Okay F.R.I.D.A.Y., run sequence, global parameter.”

“Running sequence,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. parrots. 

There was no going back now. 

From what Bucky can see, Tony looks fairly confident but you have your bottom lip caged between your teeth, chewing on it nervously. 

There are several hundreds of photographs popping up and disappearing within a minute. Everything looks like it’s going according to plan.

The giant holograph of the AI dims. Your face drops when F.R.I.D.A.Y. seems to sputter to a halt. 

No one breathes.

In the midst of the tension, Clint mutters if they should play some background music. It’s followed by a swift ‘ow’ when Natasha flicks him in the shoulder.

You could hear a pin drop.

It suddenly picks back up again, running faster than the last time and the sigh everyone collectively heaves is almost comical.

It runs for a few seconds more before a list of names suddenly pop up accompanied by a series of photographs and geo locations.

“Sequence complete. Six names detected, zero encroachment on public or private databases,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. broadcasted. “Location determined to be Holland. Exact coordinates are computed into the quinjet.”

You let out a small cheer, looping your arm around Bruce, squeezing him in a half hug. He has a smile on his face, dropping his head as he laughs slightly. 

“How dangerous are they?” Tony, however, continues to ask.

“A few prior convictions and a series of similar threats. Danger level determined to be at approximately five out of ten.” 

“That’s not bad,” Steve commented. “Looks like we don’t need the full team there.”

“Romanoff, Barton, Wilson, Rogers can go ahead and take care of that,” Nick finally spoke up. “Everyone else is working security tomorrow, just in case anyone else decides that terrorism is on their fuckin’ to-do list for the day.”

“Buck, assemble a team and go over strategy for tomorrow,” Steve adds on. “Everyone else go suit up, wheels up in thirty minutes.” 

“Fuckin’ Holland,” Sam scoffs, shaking his head. “Of all the places.” 

“What do you have against Holland?” Nat asks as they leave together.

“Just don’t like ‘em.” Their voices grow faint the further they get.

“Hey.” A small greeting from behind you has you turning around.

Wanda stands in front of you and you have to ignore the fact that the most powerful being on Earth is talking to you. 

“Hey,” you say back.

“I just wanted to say congratulations. You did a great job.” Bits and pieces of her accent poked out. She didn’t seem like she was putting in the effort to cover it up as opposed to the press interviews you had heard a few years ago. 

“Thank you.” You smile. “T’was a team effort.”

“Well, we owe you one anyway,” Steve joins the conversation, leaving aside Tony who was still talking to Bruce.

“I wish I was humble enough to turn it down but I’m not.” You laugh. “It’s nice to have an arsenal of superheroes at my disposal.”

Steve looks like he’s going to respond but his attention is drawn towards F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s announcement that the quinjet was ready to go. He shoots you an apologetic look but you sign for him to go on, you’d meet with him later.

You watch as he claps Tony on the back, telling him to go get some sleep and something with more nutritional value than a pizza pocket in him, nodding at Bruce before taking leave. 

“Y/L/N,” Nick stands beside you, looking ahead at the conversations being had as Steve tugs Clint along with him.

“Nicky,” you tease.

“I know at least seven underground prisons I can put you in if anyone hears you calling me that,” he says stoically. 

“We all know you won’t get rid of me.” You shake your head. “Who’s gonna send you a Christmas card then, huh?”

He simply shakes his head, jutting his hand out and offering a handshake. “Not sure anyone here could handle another day of a highly caffeinated, sleep-deprived Stark.”

“Just say ‘thanks’, Nick, geez.” You roll your eyes. 

Bucky watches the entire interaction unfurl; only the body language, not employing the lip-reading ability. 

“You’re welcome.” You let go of his hand, a devilish look on your face. “You know what I want in return.”

Nick gives you a long, hard stare that could probably melt through Steve’s shield before turning around to leave. 

But Bucky doesn’t miss the subtle high-five he gives you while walking out, unbeknownst to anyone else, bringing the biggest grin to your face.

He makes it a point to ask you what the fuck kind of leverage you have over the man for him to play favourites with you. 

You finally collapse at your desk, letting out a loud exhale. You clench your eyes shut, your body finally melting into your chair. You look exhausted.

He’s not sure how to help. You don’t seem like you have the energy to tell him.

Bucky leaves a doughnut and water bottle on the table in front of you before shuffling out of the room quietly. 

He’s certain that he’s spent far too long in Bruce’s lab this week. He liked the man as much as the next guy, but he probably wouldn’t come down there for the foreseeable future. 

You’re at your assigned desk, reading light illuminating the space. Thankfully you’ve cleared up most of your stuff from the table, leaving no more liabilities to fall over in case he walked into the desk. 

“So you’re done for the week.” His voice surprises you. You were scrolling through your phone, slightly hunched over.

“It appears so.” You put your phone down, swivelling the chair to look at him. 

“How’d it go?” He leans against your table, making sure he isn’t using his full weight.

“Well, I slept for fifteen hours straight, so...” you leave him to connect the dots. He’s done the same several times.

“You’re probably gonna need more,” he says, mostly from his own experience, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Actually-” you reach beside your table and lug your gigantic box of belongings onto the table with a loud thud, “-you won’t.”

He looks at the box that was nearly overflowing with its contents, the majority of the space being taken up by empty picture frames. “I thought you said Tony offered you a job.” 

“He did,” you confirm. “I didn’t accept.”

“Why?” He watches you shift through a few things, adjusting it so that it wouldn’t fall over.

“This whole thing- it’s cool and all, but it’s not what I want to do.” You shrug. “I like teaching. I miss my class.”

He gaze lands on one of the thank you notes sticking out from the corner of the box. “Ah.”

“Back to school from tomorrow.”

“And evil on the weekends?” he prods, dropping a pen into the heap of stationery. 

“Obviously.” You give him a lopsided smile. “Where else am I gonna use all this brilliance?”

You point to your head. He lets out a small exhale in the form of a laugh.

“Speaking of-” You look like you just remembered something.  

You rummage through your backpack and pull out a small container, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” He turns it over, looking for any hidden clues. “Are you proposing again, because I’ve said no-”

“I’m not proposing,” you interrupt, “yet.”

He gives you a deadpan look.

“Open it,” you urge, and he complies.

Two small squares sit side-by-side. They’re slick black, barely bigger than the face of a dice.

“You put one of them here-” You tap on his bicep “-and the other here.” You tap his shoulder, a few inches below his clavicle.

“What does it do?” He thinks it’s like Nat’s little taser things, a nifty little tool that he could use on missions.

“It, uh-” you hesitate “-it allows you to feel sensation in your metal arm. Heat, pressure, texture.”

His breath hitches in his throat. He doesn’t mean for it to happen, it just does.

“You said that sometimes you’re glad you couldn’t because of the bullets and stuff. They’re detachable, so just take them off when you go on missions and wherever it is you Spandex ambassadors go.” You scoff slightly. 

He can’t remember the last time he felt something soft with that arm or used it for something that wasn’t directly related to his job.  

“I’m not messing with what the Wakandans gave you. It’s the most advanced piece of tech out there.” You shrug. “But if you ever want to feel it when someone attaches sticky notes to your arm, this could work. Just thought it’d be nice to have an option.”

He can’t decipher what he’s feeling right now. He looks up at you, only to catch you eyeing him cautiously, assessing his reaction. When you notice he’s looking at you, a nervous smile makes its way onto your face. 

His stomach does a flip. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly. 

“Don’t mention it.” You sound a little relieved, picking up the box that he’s pretty sure weighed a ton what with all his memorabilia in it. “See you next week.”

He doesn’t know how to explain what it means to him. 

Instead, he shoves his hands into his pockets. “What are you doing later?”

“Nothing.” You pause. “Why?”

“Are you gonna watch the parade?” 

“Yeah, probably.” You shift your weight to your other leg to compensate for the box.

“Want some company?”

“Aren’t you heading a security division?” You have to consciously hide the bewilderment from your voice. 

“Yeah. The place I’m stationed just so happens to have a good look into the street,” he explains, toying with the bracelet on his wrist. “Can’t really promise that I’ll be paying attention to it or that I’d even be there the whole time but for the most part...” he trails off. 

“Uh-” You force yourself to shove aside your surprise at his determination, “yeah, sure. That’d be cool.”

He nods. “Okay. See you there.” 

“See you,” you murmur as you walk to the elevator. 

He opens the tiny container to look at the small chips. They’re still there, silently like they don’t change his world just by existing. 

Gosh.

Next part

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes angst #winter soldier x reader #Winter Soldier #bucky barnes #bucky

[moonlightlullaby]

no celebrations?

summary: Corpse and reader celebrate his birthday in the most chill way. Based on this lovely request (ty again for sending it!) 

pairing: corpse husband x gn! reader

category: fluff

warnings: food ingestion; alcohol ingestion; loads of physical touch (let me know if I forgot to mention anything)

A/N: Hello (: This is such a lovely concept, I just couldn’t wait to get started hehe Also, I got a bit carried away and just went with it, so I’m really sorry if that’s not what you’d pictured. I do hope you enjoy it tho <3 Take care!

word count: 2.4k

Masterlist

Walking into our shared bedroom, I catch the sight of Corpse exiting the bathroom. As our eyes lock, my lips curl up tiredly and a long sigh I didn’t even know I’ve been holding finally frees itself. He sits on the edge of our bed and extends his hand to me. When I take it, he pulls me so I stand in the space between his legs.

“How was the day?” he asks with both of his hands on my waist. 

I hum, quirking a brow and tilting my head a bit “At least tomorrow - you know, the most unspecial, completely ordinary day of the year -” this earns a giggle from my boyfriend “is Sunday and I can just ignore all of that” I wave my hand in the direction of the adjacent room, where my laptop - filled with texts, assignments, spreadsheets and appointed Zoom calls - is. 

At my words, Corpse wraps his arms around my figure, pulls my body even closer to him and plants a kiss on my stomach through my shirt. My hands, in turn, caress his upper back and soft hair. 

Coming in contact with the string of his eyepatch in the process, I lean back slightly, which causes him to shoot up at me with a small frown and pouty lips. He sits still, though, as I carefully remove his eyepatch, and, while his eyes are still closed, I give each of his lids a peck. He smiles and tilts his head up to meet my lips in a long, tender and effortless kiss. Oh finally.

The idea of quarantining together was welcomed as a blessing by both of us. It meant more time spent together after all. However, with my school and work demands and Corpse’s irregular schedule, we still barely see each other throughout the day in spite of being a few feet apart from one another. And when bedtime rolls in, we’re both so exhausted all we can do is mumble words that could be counted in the fingers of one hand before drifting off. This, of course, when my boyfriend doesn’t stay up until dawn working. Don’t get me wrong, I’m his number 1 fan and admire his passion and all the hard work he puts in everything he sets his mind to, but I’m also not going to lie and say I don’t miss his warmth at night. Hence I want to devote this Sunday to him.

After a while, I break the silence “I’ll be right back.”

I let go of his hold and take my turn to use the bathroom. After doing my night routine, brushing my teeth and getting into my cozy pajamas, I walk back in the dark room and lie down, settling myself back in Corpse’s hug like two puzzle pieces matching together.

~~~~~

The excitement for a new day - not any day, no, but August 8th - washes over me as soon as I open my eyes and get a glimpse of the sleepy boy next to me. 

A couple of minutes go by as I contemplate on getting up, torn between prolonging our cuddling for some more and doing something to show Corpse my appreciation for him. The latter wins and I, cautious not to wake him up, slowly unwrap my arms from him and step out of the bed. Drawing the curtains to make sure the summer daylight doesn’t disturb his peaceful state of mind, I make my way out of the room and to the kitchen. 

Wondering what to make for breakfast, I take a good look around until my eyes catch the plethora of fruits we’ve bought a few days ago. Fruit salad it is. 

Corpse has, for as long as we’ve known each other, made it very clear he isn’t too fond of his anniversary and similar celebrations - and, even if he hadn’t explained it to me, it’s rather evident how uncomfortable they make him. This year, his friends’ and especially his fans’ hype for the date - although unintentionally - has added an extra layer of unease to it all, to which I don’t intend to contribute.

Even though I don’t want to make matters worse and would never overstep his boundaries like this (because, thankfully, I’m not Betty Cooper and he isn’t Jughead Jones), I still want to celebrate Corpse. I want to celebrate his birth and his existence, which I’m immensely grateful for. He’s both the best friend I can confide in blindly and the lover I want to share my lifetime with. He sticks to his truth and dreams higher than I could ever imagine. He turns the darkness in the world and in his mind into light with his words and with his laugh. Having him in my life is one of the best things to ever happen to me and seeing him fly makes me more proud than I can put into words. 

There’s a lot to toast to, so the solution is a celebration that is so smooth and so chill - the smoothest and most chill possible - that it doesn’t even feel like one. Just log off and enjoy a laid back day together.

As I chop a kiwi and make a mental list of fun and uncomplicated things we can do that don’t require much time and many skills, in walks Corpse, in an old white tee which is one too many sizes bigger than him and in his black sweatpants. He rubs his eyes and lets a raspy “good morning”.

“Mornin- wow! They really weren’t lying when they said when you hit 24, hotness knocks at your door”

He chuckles and shakes his head “No one’s said that”

“Well, then consider yourself the muse of a new proverb, baby”

He scrunches up his nose in response before grabbing the cup of orange juice I’d placed on the counter and taking a gulp. 

“Thank you” he turns my face and gives me an orange-flavoured kiss, neither of us having ever really cared about morning breath. 

“For calling you hot? Oh save it to when I’m done with the list of cheesy compliments I have for you” I take a grape and before I can get it in my mouth, he steals it, with wrinkles on the corner of his eyes.

“Then we’d be here for eternity!” he’s not wrong.

Corpse helps me put the fresh fruits in bowls and, with them and our juice cup in hand, we head to the balcony. Sitting next to each other, we calmly eat, take in the light blue sky and the cars and passersby changing the scenery ahead of us. Conversation flows naturally.

As we empty our bowls - after stealing many bits from each other -, I twist in my seat and face him “Hey, Corpse, do you see this?” I point to the very prominent and familiar dark circles under my eyes. “Wanna help me get rid of them?” I ask, knowing damn well it’d take a lifetime for them to actually go away and not giving up regardless.

~~~~~

The bathroom is filled with chatter and laughter and the sink, with hair clips, scrunchies, a sharpie, bowls, hair products and a towel. Corpse hisses as our cool homemade face mask comes in contact with his skin. His curly hair is pushed back and held by a blue hairband and I apply the mask to his face, making sure not to leave any spots uncovered. Well, that’s what I’m trying to do, which becomes an unnecessarily challenging task when my lovely partner can’t be still for more than two seconds. 

He kept switching between dancing to Soulmate, by Mac Miller, and mouthing its lyrics. Now that I got him - after a small threat that I wouldn’t hesitate putting this weird mix we made in his pretty mouth - to keep his lips together, the (adorable, admittedly) swaying, however, continues. He stops momentarily, only to shuffle things around right after.

Something cold touches my skin, making it my turn to let out a hiss this time. The sound is accompanied by a small jump, caused by the surprise. Corpse chuckles and, when I glance at the spot on my arm the cold thing came in contact with, I realize it’s just the sharpie. All he does is give me a mischievous smile.

While I keep massaging his face and covering it with the mask, Corpse litters my body with his drawings. Smiley faces, lightning bolts, hearts, clouds... his repertoire is vast and any exposed skin he can find becomes his canvas. Each line causing me to giggle and shudder a little. With him focused on his creations, it’s 10 times easier for me to complete my task. 

“Alright, my turn” he states, smiling, and I’m quick to grab the sharpie. 

As he adjusts a matching hairband on my head, I put a dainty heart on his neck. And, as he takes the bowl in his hands, I swiftly plant a kiss on top of the drawing. At this, he sighs in content and my chest gets warmer.

I soon understand how hard it was for him to stay still as Stay comes on and all I want to do is have a little karaoke session and dance. Corpse entertains himself with my struggle and, because it’s his birthday, I’ll let it slide. So, to make the whole process easier, instead of focusing on the song, I focus on the gorgeous face in front of me. A beautiful face to a beautiful soul. 

One of the various perks of sharing an apartment with Corpse is I get to see this face in all ways: sleepy, completely clean - no makeup, no mask -, all wrinkled in the morning, red when he’s embarrassed or when he laughs too hard… His laughter. Its sound pulls me from my trance “You’re staring, y/n” 

“Well, at least I wasn’t moving around, Corpse” I reply with squinted eyes and nudge his side playfully. 

We begin collecting the things scattered across the sink and storing them in the cabinet, and the song comes to an end, giving way to Dang!

“How long do we keep these on?” 

I hum at the question and check the playlist on shuffle on my phone “How does 5 minutes and 2 seconds sound?” 

Facing him, his grin mirrors mine and he spins me around. We laugh and allow ourselves to be as goofy as possible, jamming and moving our limbs around with a green paste on our faces.

~~~~~

After washing off the masks in the shower and painting our nails - so we’re both rocking the black nail polish look -, we’ve set our minds to - finally - finish the puzzle we started two months ago. It’s a 90’s anime setting inspired composition and we’d gotten about 40% of it done before our schedules got more hectic and the game, well, pushed aside. For weeks, the pieces sat on the ground of our living room and silently judged us every time either of us stepped to the side, as we crossed the room, in order not to crush them.

Sitting around the puzzle with comfy clothes, we team up against it and indulge in the wine Corpse’s got us and the hawaiian pizza I’ve ordered. 

As the picture comes more and more to life, moments of comfortable silence and of chattery - when we talk about anything from our shopping list and gossip about our neighbours’ lives to parallel universes and the matrix - follow one another. A different playlist on shuffle is our background noise. 

Time flies and the sun’s already hidden when it clicks to us that there are only 5 pieces left. Each piece is fitted in the whole with a giddier feeling than the previous. Corpse picks the last one - deep blue with purple and black specks - and turns to me with an excited smile and an eager gaze that I’m sure are mirrored on my face. I nod encouragingly. He places it in the puzzle and celebratory sounds fill the room.

Corpse stretches his arms and pulls me in a hug, but, since we’re both kneeling and because of the distance between us, we end up falling and lying on the ground in rather uncomfortable positions. 

“Come on, puzzle, that was easy breezy! Gotta step up your game if you really wanna challenge this duo right here!”

“Oh for sure!” Corpse squeaks as we laugh at our nonsensical brag.

After a moment while we catch our breath, he rubs my back and speaks, pulling my attention to him “Not that I’m not loving this position, but what if we watched some Drag Race?”

Is this man real? If I couldn’t feel his heart beating under me or his arms around my figure, I’d be sure he’s just a figment of my imagination. “But it’s your b- don’t you wanna choose something you like more? Li-” 

“Nope,” he boops my nose “Drag Race, or maybe Love Island, would be great right now.” And people still dare say the perfect man doesn’t exist!

“You’re such a dream!” I give him a quick peck before continuing “Ok, so I put on the show and you get more wine…?” He hums in approval and stands up. Our eyes briefly jump from each other to the puzzle and back to each other, then we simply nod. A silent agreement to leave the puzzle here. We’re both too lazy to put all the pieces back in the box and too proud of our achievement to let it go just yet; besides, everything’s been sitting here for about two months, what are a few more hours?

He steps to the side, gets our glasses and makes his way to the kitchen. I lie on the couch and scan Netflix for Drag Race. Corpse comes back, placing the glasses next to the couch, and gently lies down on top of me. He nests his head on my chest and we both hum contently.  

While RuPaul announces what the winner’s prize will be, I play with his hair, letting my fingers knead his curls. His right hand flies up to meet mine and I bring our intertwined hands to my lips, peppering his knuckles with kisses. The gesture is cut by a loud laugh that escapes my lips as miss Vanjie Mateo’s iconic moment replays on the screen. 

“Hey,” Corpse’s voice makes me look right back at him “I love you. You know that, right?”

My heart melts at his words and at the way he’s looking at me right now. I nod with a smile.

“I love you too, birthday boy.”

#corpse husband imagine #corpse imagine #corpse x y/n

[maddogofshimano]

Goromi Character Story

I really liked this one even if it was a pain in the ass to translate. Damn all that kansai slang! I have some pics to go with this one unlike the Goromi Event where I forgot to take any screencaps.

Character stories are split into three parts with a fight in each part, and this one will be a little more paraphrased because there’s a lot of back and forth dialogue that doesn’t matter too much. Here’s Goromi’s card!

Summary: Turns out it takes several days for Kiryu to actually show up to club SHINE to meet Goromi (he’s busy!) so Goromi spends her time working there and taking care of problems. She’s not the number one hostess for nothing!

<Part 1> <Majima Goro, as Goromi, has been working at club SHINE for several days now> The shop manager has been having to deal with this and he doesn’t know what to do.

Majima shows up again, as usual, and the manager fumbles over himself on whether to say Majima or Goromi

He asks if Kiryu has shown up yet and Majima complains before heading to the back to get changed, where Goromi continues to complain that she’s a good woman and Kiryu is a horrible lazy bum for standing her up for so long. She’s bored to death! (I wonder, does Majima leave the Goromi outfit at the club or take it with home each time?)

A rowdy customer comes in and makes a scene and Goromi steps in to wallop on him, because she’s bored and he spilled a drink on her dress.  <Fight Happens> Goromi wins, easily, and makes him leave his wallet. The manager pulls her into the backroom to tell her that she can’t fight customers. Goromi counters that she can’t allow a threat to women to go unchecked. 

Another hostess on the floor shouts at a customer to stop because touching is forbidden. Goromi says that sounds like trouble, she might as well handle it since Kiryu hasn’t shown up yet. The manager says absolutely not, those are Sakamoto Family men (probably, it’s not spoken out loud but Sakamoto is the most common reading).

The manager goes out to deal with it and gets hit by a Sakamoto Family goon for his trouble, but the guy leaves. Turns out the Sakamoto Family has been showing up a lot and never paying, and it’s a real pain. Goromi tells him to get his act together and fight back already! The manager says there’s no way he can win, going along with them is the best way to protect the club. Goromi calls him a coward, and leaves. <Part 2>

<the next day> Majima once again shows up and has a brief struggle with the wig until... Tada! A perfect Goromi~❤️

Goromi is certain Kiryu-chan will show up today! He definitely will! ...Why the hell hasn’t he shown up yet? She notices yet another unruly customer, once again a Sakamoto Family goon, hassling the manager, but this time she just watches. The manager tries to explain that the rules clearly state you aren’t allowed to touch the hostesses, and gets hit for it again. He stands back up, repeats himself, and gets punched another time. The goon grabs the hostess and says they’re going to the bathroom together.

Goromi steps in to stop him, but the manager beats her to it, and finally hits the guy back. He’s remembering what Goromi-san said to him... He’s not going to run away!!

<Fight Happens>

Manager gets his ass KICKED, goon taunts him and says he’d never win in a million years. Manager gets back up anyways, tells him he has to leave... just in time for the patriarch of the Sakamoto Family to arrive. He’s heard this is a fun place, and wants to sit with a lady ASAP. His goon shouts at the manager, the manager fumbles, and Goromi steps in.

Sakamoto thinks this is just great, that eyepatch is really getting his fighting spirit going! His lackey is less sure. The manager tries to step in, Goromi cuts him and says she’ll be his hostess tonight. Sakamoto is falling over himself trying to offer Goromi a seat, he’s just smitten.

The manager wonders what Goromi is up to...

<Part 3>

We start off immediately with Sakamoto telling Goromi how cute she is, and how much he likes her, and that she’s got a real tight lil butt.

“Stoooop~, ya pervy patriarch❤️” 

Sakamoto says he really like Goromi, too many girls nowadays would throw a fit if he grabbed their ass. The manager is wondering what the hell is going on, why is Goromi being so nice??

Sakamoto asks what kind of men Goromi likes. She likes strong, beefy guys, of course! Sakamoto says that she’s gonna love him then. Sakamoto: I was the strongest guy in his whole town! I’ve heard that the strongest guy in Kamurocho’s the patriarch of the Majima family, some moron named Majima Goro. Goromi: Oh, is that so? Sakamoto: I’m pretty sure him being crazy strong’s just a silly rumor though. If I were up against him it’d be like beating up a baby. Goromi: Woahhhh, that’s so cool~ 🎵 All that strength is really making my heart beat fast~

Sakamoto lets Goromi order whatever she likes from the menu. The manager worries that she’s going to order a fight! But no, she just asks for Don Perignon, the most expensive thing on the menu. And she convinces him to get 10 bottles of it.

<2 hours pass>

Sakamoto: Bahaha! Goromi-chan, you're the best girl of them all! Goromi: Before ya go I got one more thing for ya Mr. Patriarch! Sakamoto: Ehhhh, is it a kiss~ Goromi: It's your bill! Sakamoto: Ah....? Haha, great joke Goromi-chan! Goromi: It ain't no joke! Between the drinks and the service... you've racked up 5 million yen. How would ya like to pay that?  Sakamoto: Now hold on, I ain't payin' that! Even if you're cute!! Goromi: Eh, you really won't pay? Sakamoto: No! I absolutely will not pay!! Goromi: So that mean's you're not a customer now, is that right?

Goromi: Since you're not a customer, Goromi can be a little... rough Sakamoto: Tch, boys, let's teach this lady a little discipline! Goromi: Discipline....? Idiots, Goromi is the butterfly that dances in the night. I don't take orders from anyone, especially morons like you!! <Fight Happens, Goromi obliterates them> Sakamoto: You, you're actually...! Goromi: What are ya talking about? I'm Goromi, Kamurocho's number one hostess. Goromi: If you disrespect the women of this city... I'll show you a world of hurt. Sakamoto: W-Wahhhhh!! P-Please forgive me!! Goromi: From now on you're banned. Don't let me see your face here again. Got it?  Sakamoto: Y-yes ma'am! I understand! P-Please excuse me... Goromi: Wait. You still got a bill to pay. Sakamoto: Wh- um, well, I don't have that much right now... Goromi: Haw? Then why'd you eat and drink so much! You got some nerve takin' whatever ya fancied. But... I could forgive ya if you go on an after hours date with me. Sakamoto: ...Eh? Goromi: Until the money's collected, we're going on dates. ...Be prepared. 

<the next day> Manager: Majima-san, thank you so much. Goromi: Eh? What're you talkin' about. This is just Goromi gettin' paid properly for her work. Manager: Ah. I see. Goromi: And... I'm glad you stood up for your girls. Ya finally showed your guts. You've got a real good crew here, keep workin' to be the best. Manager: Th-thank you so much! Uhuuuuuu! Goromi: Don't get all emotional and cry! I'm countin' on having your full cooperation when it comes to fighting Kiryu-chan! Manager: Yes ma'am! By all means.   Door Greeter: Maji- I mean, Goromi-san! K-Kiryu-san is coming here!! Goromi: Ohh, nice timing! Well, let's do this thing! Manager: Yes! <Goromi goes to greet Kiryu at the door> Goromi: Heyyy, it's Goromi~  

<END>

Another bonus fact that relates to both this and the event: the rggo twitter put up a poll asking everyone which of these girls was their favorite

(Lady that does the gatcha rolls, Mayumi from rggo’s story, Yuki, and badly photoshopped Goromi)

in a shock to no one reading this, Goromi obliterated the vote, coming in just shy of 80%...

...which was apparently a shock to the staff! They immediately tweeted "Goromi got 80%...! What a crazy result 😵 We're having an emergency planning meeting now. Thank you all for voting so much!"

I have to wonder if this was a turning point in how they wrote Goromi, with the event and substory presenting her as not strictly a one off occurrence! Maybe the fan enthusiasm got them to take her a little more seriously

#yakuza #rggo #majima #goromi #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku online

[devilsodas]

night hawks ii

words: 2.6k

pairing: Hayakawa Aki x reader

Also on: ao3

a/n: hope everyone is staying safe and warm! hell (i.e: Texas) has frozen over and this is the first time I’ve had any internet for the past three days, so any mistakes I'll just edit out later! + spoilers for chapter 25 and light mentions of alcohol and canon typical gore

part i | part iii

Her hand rummages through a discarded jacket and pulls out a cigarette, studying it before slotting the stick between her teeth in a fashion you’re all too familiar with. Her smile glints like a branded knife.

“I’ll be sure to finish my business before then. In the meantime--wanna take a puff ?”

ii. peacefall

You don’t think you’ve seen a sunrise so breathtaking. Or at least, you don’t remember seeing one.

Even in your hungover state-- eyelids heavy and bleary in its alcoholic daze--you can still appreciate the warm hues of pink, purple, and blue that glow across your face. Almost sweeter to view up upon the terrace than the sugary syrup you lick off your bottom lip. You rarely have the opportunity to drink at Himeno’s, schedules always too conflicting, and you intend on indulging in every moment while you still have a chance.

Speaking about the eyepatch-clad women, Himeno lazes about across from you, eating her share of fluffy pancakes and speaking about a topic you’re listening to half committedly.

You can’t help but think she appears more reserved than usual, words fluttering through her mouth a mile a second, yet all of it superficial. Just filling the silent morning with noise. At the end of the day, you didn’t really mind though; content with the warm morning shine and your pancakes drowned in strawberry syrup. If she wanted to interrogate you on what your least favorite vegetable was (which were eggplants, those things are horrid) then so be it. Why ruin such a good morning over small details like that?

“Hey, do you like Aki?”

You choke.

A laugh rips through her, the smile resting on her face doesn’t reach her eyes. She looks at you the same way a wolf watches its prey before it pounces, gaze sweeping for weakness, opportunities to strike. But her body language is picture perfect nonchalance, with her legs crossed on the seat and her head resting in her palm.

You blink, embarrassed, waiting for the punchline of whatever unfunny joke she’s dropping on you. And Himeno stays quiet, the only part of her moving is the left eye that watches intently.

You shrug. “I-I mean, I guess-”

She tilts her head. “So you don’t like Aki?”

“No! I mean-Yes!” Heat warms you from the top of your head all the way down your neck. What's this all about? She’s probing you about your affections the same way one would interrogate about the ethics of cannibalism. “ Of course I like him, he’s a friend.”

A long, drawn out sigh leaves her nose. The sickly sweet smile still stained on her lips. “Okay, how about this? Do you like-like Aki? Do you love him?”

You open your mouth, feelings you didn’t know how to phrase on the tip of your tongue, and close it. Busy your hands with the napkin laying in front of you and keep your eyes trained on the horizon; anything to distract you from the question posed before you because in all honesty--you’ve never humored these thoughts before.

Do you love Aki?

He’s a familiar face, someone who always happened to be around--you could hardly remember a time where there wasn’t a Hayakawa Aki in your life. He’d ask if you liked to tag along for lunch with him and Himeno. If he didn’t get the chance? He calls you later that evening. When you’re sick he drops by with medicine and homemade soup. He even walked you home once when you forgot the way to your apartment, and though he complained most of the time, he still made sure you remembered the way and even offered to walk you again the next day.

And when an assignment went awry and you landed in the hospital, he was there when you awoke, shaky hands and tracks of tears you pretended not to notice.

Dependable, familiar, attentive Aki was a close friend who resided even closer to your heart; always feeling lighter after you spoke to him.You couldn’t fathom a world where you didn’t know him, where he didn’t exist.

But does that mean you love him?

The thought makes your heart drop to your stomach, because any pursuit of passion in your profession is just a pipedream. As long as anyone carried that godforsaken badge in their pocket, they became a beacon for self damnation. That’s why devil hunters always dropped like flies, too fast for you to learn their names or bother remembering it. You can’t afford to care too deeply, to hold anyone close to you but yourself.

But you do. And in a world where you face the most grotesque phantoms of reality, are you at fault for attaching to someone who makes it enjoyable? Even for just a moment?

You’re way too hungover for this.

“Hmm, well I like Aki. He’s pretty easy on the eyes, dontcha’ think?”

You raise a questioning brow and meet her gaze, and it's as if she sees right through you. Feeling exposed you busy yourself with the leftover food on your plate. The pancakes are cold and soggy and taste like chalk on your tongue.

“He’s really kind too, y’know? Super selfless.”

“Yeah..”

“And he’s pretty serious..I’ve never met anyone so hung up on that damn gun like Aki is..”

You give a hum.

“Yep. That’s what makes him as good as dead.” Himeno says languidly, the same tone of voice you’d use to talk about the weather and you almost miss it.

Startled, you laugh, it comes out as a forced breath of air. “What’d you mean? Don’t believe in your own buddy’s abilities?”

She looks to the horizon. The sun is creeping along the clouds now, almost in view, but still tucked away. Himeno stares at it with somber eyes, the playful, almost sinister smile wiped clean from her face. A shadow of who she was a moment ago.

“It’s because I believe in him so much..,” She mutters, voice thick, pauses. “Aki is..he’s cool and serious and kind--he’s the type of guy who’d help old ladies on the street, but-”

She looks at you, earnest, “ If you saw him somewhere, you would never think he was a devil hunter because he doesn’t look like--doesn’t act like..”

She points a finger to her chest, then to yours.

Aki isn’t like Himeno. He isn’t like you, either.

Because Aki is normal.

And you, with your spotty memory, are not.

There’s nothing in you that objects to the suggestion, but it doesn’t stop you from resenting Himeno just a little for saying it. For the food in your stomach to feel like stones weighing you down.

You lost your appetite.

“I hope you didn’t get me drunk last night just to tell me how normal Aki is.” Your voice came with more bite than you’d like, but you don’t take it back. Himeno accepts the venom and throws it away, chuckling in response.

“I want him to leave public safety--switch to the private sector or change jobs completely--I don’t care.” She says, “But he can’t stay here.”

“Okay? Why’re you telling me?”

She gives you a look, eye glittering with mischief and a devilish grin on her lips. People say that contracts can only come to fruition between a devil and a human, but if they felt the clutch of Himeno’s perspicacious eye, they’d know bindings between mortals are the most consuming of them all.

“Well..he’d never listen to me.”She drawled, “But if I had someone to give a second opinion..”

And leers up at you.

You scowl, but before you can get a word out Himeno reaches across the table and grips your hands in hers.

“Listen, he’s the first buddy I’ve ever had that hasn’t kicked the bucket in the first six months, you can’t just waste a life like that.” Her voice wavers,your chest pulls at the sound.

“I care about him.” She says.

“And if he’s such a friend that you like,then you must care about him too, no?”

You fix your gaze to the intertwined hands and Himeno gives them a warm squeeze, a summer smile. Your cheeks flush.

You can’t remember the last time someone held your hand.

You’ve been in public safety as far back as you can remember, for a good chunk of your life you’ve been wearing the same uniform everyday, but you barely know any of your co-workers. There were familiar faces you could halfway recognize in the fourth division, and you’re sure you’ve probably had a good conversation with a couple of them, but a harsh assignment would come around and you’d..well..forget.

Maybe people took that as you being apathetic. To be budding friends one day and give them the cold shoulder the next. Or maybe they thought it to be a fruitless endeavor. Why be friends with someone you could never reap the benefits of a close connection from?And as your memory left, so did everyone else.

Then you met Aki.

When you think of your first meeting, you can’t remember much except for the fact you gave him a bloody nose that you never apologized for. But even after that, he spoke to you the next day.

And the next.

And the next.

And then before you knew, you’d go out to lunch with him and Himeno. Help out with groceries, he’d come to your apartment and help you relearn whatever kitchen appliance you forgot how to use.

That’s what makes him as good as dead

You can hardly remember days where Aki wasn’t around, and you’ve never doubted his abilities enough to consider he never would be, but Himeno wasn’t wrong.

Aki is cool and serious. Dependable and selfless. A kind guy you’d see on the street.

A normal guy.

That’s what makes him as good as dead.

And no matter how strong you are, normal never survives in a fight against the irrational fears of others.

The thought alone leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Because a world without Aki wasn’t a world you wanted to relearn.

You sigh. “Fine. But I’m not asking him first, you bring it up.”

Himeno gives you a grin, spreading as smooth as margarine across her face and you almost hate how infectious it is. Your mouth twitches.

“But y’know,” You say belatedly,“ caring for others is a pretty typical thing. With the way things are going, we’ll be six feet under before we can help anyone else.”

Her hand rummages through a discarded jacket and pulls out a cigarette, studying it before slotting the stick between her teeth in a fashion you’re all too familiar with. Her smile glints like a branded knife.

“I’ll be sure to finish my business before then. In the meantime--wanna take a puff ?”

“Hell no.”

A year and one bullet wound later, Special Division Four shrinks to five members.

You don’t know the movie you’re watching.

Eyes glazed and unfocused, you stared at the television screen as a mess of muddy and muted blues and blacks gave way to a blooming primrose red. The delicate color bleeds into every corner of the screen until it seeps its way into the apartment, consuming all four of you in an eye straining scarlet that makes your eyes burn. You blink and ah,

It’s blood.

The crimson sucks the technicolor vibrance of everything around it, the wailing women on screen appearing more lifeless than her wound suggested. A pair of hands came into view, haphazardly pressing makeshift gauze on her abdomen. It was shrapnel, and if you weren’t so out of it, you might have looked away in disgust from where it protruded.

Instead, you ogled the television, taking in every pixel until it’s seared into your mind. Your own messily wrapped abdomen throbs at the scene and you move to thumb at it, to rip the gash open wide once again in hopes of keeping the memory of why it’s there.

Because there's a familiar tug in your gut, a ringing in your ear, that tells you that this wound will join a litany of scars that you have but don’t remember why. And it terrifies you.

Because Himeno is dead, and the ghost that always haunts the graves of her colleagues will not be buried herself.

There wasn’t a body left to bury.

Aki stops your hand before it can make contact with your shirt, and changes the channel.

You probably shouldn’t have been watching it anyways, but Denji picked it. And, from what you gathered, the kid has only seen one movie in his life. It felt wrong to say no.

(Then again, him and Power are off snoozing together on the edge of the couch, you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you shut it off, not that Aki cared.)

Your side still hurts. You squeeze his hand.

It’s warm.

“I heard Madoka quit.” He murmurs.

You blink, a pair of glasses and a faded scar comes to mind, and nod, a little dazed and foggy-eyed.

“The new girl, what's her name? Kobento?”

“Kobeni.” Aki interrupts.

“She told me she’s gonna resign soon.”

The studs in his ear shimmer in the perwinkle halo of the room, catching your eye. A children show is playing now, one of the characters is moving away. They all huddle together, teary eyed, and cry.

Aki changes the channel.

“Do you think it’s the right choice?” You look at him, but he keeps his gaze on the tv, “quitting, I mean.”

Your side hurts. You squeeze his hand. His right eye’s a little foggy.

(Distantly you wonder if it’s due to the Future Devil. Did it show him what you’d do if he didn’t catch your hand? Or was it all Aki’s intuition?)

“It’s better for them to quit now while they're ahead then find out later.” He answers.

It’s a chick-flick. The heroine’s reuniting with someone she met before, they embrace in the rain.

You change the channel.

“Why? Are you considering quitting?” In the corner of your eye, his earring flashes and moves, he turned his gaze to you.

The back of your mind thrums like a war drum and your mouth feels thick and gummy. Your gut lurches, urgent. There’s something you wanted to say to him, something he needed to know, but you draw a blank.

You turn your head, Aki is still turned to you. The tv screen gleams a bright white and your breath hitches. He looks awful; paler than you remember and two, crescent moon bruises under his eyes. He’s still waiting for a response.

He looks glassy, almost transparent and you wonder if you should say anything at all. Terrified to say the wrong thing because there’s a weight behind his gaze when he looks at you and you might just crumple under it; might just say the wrong thing and he’ll break.

‘That damn gun’

Oh. Right.

You reach out to cradle his cheek with your free hand and he leans into your palm, (was it the future devil or aki’s intuition) gently swiping your thumb on the lavender skin that resided there.

It’s still warm. You hope he gets some sleep after tomorrow.

“I gave up too much to stop now, I have to at least meet the devil waiting at the end of this. We have to meet the devil waiting at the end of this”

‘That damn gun’

The words felt muddy on your tongue. Was that the wrong thing to say?

Aki sobers up and nods. You give him a (summer) smile.

Denji and Power startle themselves awake and you jump, moving your hand. He clears his throat and rest his palm where your hand used to be, thumb absentmindedly sweeping under his eye and your cheeks feel hot.

You must’ve circled back on the channels, because it’s showing the first movie. The women lays in a hospital room now, abdomen smothered in gauze and dressing, but she still bleeds through. Shocking the white surroundings in a hot pink.

Your side throbs, Aki squeezes your hand.

#aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #writings #csm #chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #x reader #I put a lot of repetition in this #and at this point I can't tell if its stylistic or just plain annoying #anyways I live in the us's armpit but for some reason im able to build a snowman outside?? #crazy #also #to the ppl who sent me messeages #im not ignoring I just dont have a strong enough connection to reply lol

[americachavez]

did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)

getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward

some notes before we begin:

the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man

all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that

I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot

this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto

S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great

S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3

S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew

S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man

S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING

S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc

S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.

S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.

S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!

S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.

S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here

S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking

S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.

S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol

S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.

S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf

S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck

S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too

S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade

S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said

S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes

S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot

S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT

S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean

S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash

S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy

S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.

S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.

S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.

S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip

S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok

S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.

S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON

I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself

#reply tag #spn tag #literally no one read this lol this is insane #Anonymous

[astranva]

Mustache Dare

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Absolutely none if you can handle how Harry looks with the stache, or a little strong language (F word).

Category: Fluff!

Summary: Y/N loves a good challenge, French toast is involved and so is Harry’s facial hair.

Or

The one where Harry and Y/N are too competitive over French toast and Y/N shaves Harry’s facial hair…except for one place.

Harry and Y/N’s relationship was one their friends enjoyed to watch and be present around. The couple could go from babying everyone around them, to being the lives of every party, to being the couple who’d take care of you when you’re all messed up, to being a couple who were just simply entertaining to watch.

They had met some years ago through mutual friends and instantly hit it off, Harry later swearing up and down that “the chemistry was unreal” whenever he talked about his girlfriend with anyone, telling them that he knew from the moment he met her that they were in it for a ride – together.

She supported him through everything; the One Direction hiatus, family deaths, road to being a solo artist, his experimenting with everything, and all his music and thoughts. Y/N was the whole package for him; a girlfriend, a best friend and his number one fan.

Don’t get them wrong, Harry supported her through thick and thin, too. He supported her during her confusion, the insecurity, the doubting moments, and even every single time she questioned if she chose the right major. He could be in Japan and be one call away from taking the earliest flight back home if she even implied that she wanted him back there.

But the couple didn’t only kiss and lull each other into peaceful sleep at night, they loved a good banter and challenge, too.

Y/N was used to giving her all to win or to at least face a dignified loss ever since she was a child. She had far too many photographs of her engaging in mind-tickling challenges ever since she was 3, and Harry’s personal favorite – which he keeps in his wallet – is a picture of an 8-year-old Y/N sitting in front of a chess board with her gandpa, eyes squinted in concentration and finger on the corner of her mouth.

Harry admired that they both had the same characteristic. He loved how competitive they both were and loved, even more, how they always turned that into fun banter which always made them laugh the hardest.

Harry had been leaving his facial hair grow, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it when Y/N would mindlessly poke at it or run her knuckles gently down his cheeks and chin.

“Remember when you couldn’t grow that out?” She said one night, a small smug smile on her face that told him that she was sleepy after a tiring day with work.

He had her seated on the kitchen stool as he made her instant noodles, which she was waiting for to cool. He rolled his eyes with a smile, approaching her to wrap his arms around her waist, “Took me far too long, huh?”

She smiled wider, “Can’t even remember. It’s like I forgot all about that time because of how much I’m getting used to this.” She said as she patted his cheeks.

That night, she ate her noodles and had to stop herself from choking on the soup from laughing at some of the weirdest jokes Harry was reading her off of the internet.

The following morning was when it happened. It was finally the weekend and they both slept in before waking up at 3PM to a dark room – Harry was an angel and had shut the blinds the previous night because he knew they needed to sleep in – and the chirping of birds.

“Can we stay here for the rest of the day?” Y/N asked, cheek pressed against Harry’s chest, not finding it in her to open her eyes for long the moment Harry’s fingers started playing with her hair.

Harry chuckled softly, “We can, but we’re going to need to eat.”

She hummed against his chest, “How do we feel about French toast?”

“I can make that.”

Y/N pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him, “You burn them, baby.”

And while butterflies erupted in Harry’s stomach at the pet name he loved when it fell from his girlfriend’s lips, he still chose to feign shock and look back at her. “I never do.”

She sat up with a jolt as she laughed, “That’s a lie and you know it. You always burn the toasts.”

“I make them extra crunchy!” Harry reasoned, opening his arms, “I never burn them.”

“Bullshit,” she smirked, “How about you prove it?”

He knew where this was going, already feeling the excitement bubble inside him at the slight appearance of his girlfriend’s competitive side. “And then what?”

She thought for a few seconds before pointing at him, “If you don’t burn them, and I mean they’re 100% edible with no big black spots, you get to do whatever you want with me, and vice versa.”

“Like, I can have you work out with me?” Harry edged, watching her cringe before giving him a reluctant nod, “Deal.” Harry sat up, ruffling up his hair as he stared at her, “Get ready to lose.”

Y/N laughed sarcastically as she followed him, linking arms with him as they both walked out their bedroom, “In your dreams, Styles.”

They reached their kitchen and Harry decided to hold her and prop her on the counter, smiling cheekily at her before puckering his lips and pressing them against hers, “for good luck” he said.

Harry liked being in the kitchen, but he loved it when she was around, propped up on the counter with her hands beneath her thighs, swaying softly and gently side to side while humming a song that she had been listening to all damn week.

She was a dream, even when she teased him about losing.

So, he cracked the eggs, added the ingredients, switched the stove on for the pan that had a cube of better ready to melt in, and dipped the toast in the mixture before adding the toast in the pan.

When Y/N said Harry was used to burning toast – especially French toast and she had no idea why – she knew what she was saying, and for proof, the high heat he had set acted as one.

He walked towards her, putting his hands on her knees before spreading her legs, opening the drawer she kept hidden and taking a spatula out before stepping closer to her after closing the drawer. “Think I’ll dress you up for a week.”

She leaned down to have her face closer to his, a smile on her face that made Harry weak in the knees, “You think you’ll win?”

He stood his ground, wrapping his arms around her waist before tilting his head slightly to the side, “You think I won’t?”

Y/N pursed her lips as to stifle her laughter before limply putting her arms around his shoulder, “Harry,” she began before pecking his lips, “The toast is burning.”

Harry’s eyes widened, turning around frantically and groaning loudly at the smoking toast as he quickly turned off the stove before flipping the two toasts – the two charcoal black toasts.

With a bashful smile and a scrunched nose, he slowly turned to look at his girlfriend who had her hands clasped over her mouth to quiet the giggles. She jumped off the counter and walked towards him, eyes a little tearful from how hard she was containing in her laughter and looked at the toast, “Baby, I can’t believe I’m saying this but,” she looked up at him, few giggles escaping as he looked down at her with a fake aggravated face and both arms crossed across his chest, “You’re toast.”

And it was as if she cracked the funniest joke and it was the last straw, she leaned back as she burst out laughing.

“oh, fuck off!” Harry laughed, wrapping both arms around her and playfully and gently biting her cheek as she squealed.

Accepting defeat, Harry and Y/N agreed on eating cereal before Y/N surprised him with what task she chose for him.

She was excited for what she chose for him, trying to visualize it but failing to do so without laughing and imagining Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things.

“Harry Edward Styles, are you intentionally being slow?” She squinted her eyes at him, taking notice of how she finished her breakfast nearly 15 minutes ago but Harry was yet to finish, only milk remaining in his bowl which he slowly sipped on with his spoon.

The childlike smile told him that she was correct, which made her gasp and laugh, “You!”

He laughed along before setting his bowl aside and raising his hands up, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You can’t blame me; you have the worst dares!”

“Oh, you have no idea.” She rubbed her hands together jokingly, “Come on, get up. Let’s get to it.”

“We have to wash the bo-“

“After we’re done.” She held his hand and dragged him off the couch and up to their room.

“Baby, is that all you wanted? You wanted to-Awe, baby, you know you can just ask.” He teased, knowing that even though he can only see her back, that she was rolling her eyes at him.

What had him confused was when she dragged him to the bathroom, put down the toilet seat before telling him to sit.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Hush, Styles. You agreed on anything.” Was all she said with a smirk before walking back to their room and going back to him with her panda designed eyepatch, putting it on him.

“Oh God, what did I agree on?” He rhetorically asked, hearing her rummage through stuff.

But then he heard it. The buzzing sound of his shaver.

“Don’t move, yeah? We don’t want a cut.” She said with giggles.

“What the- Y/N!” He laughed, feeling her step between his legs.

Through giggles and careful work, she worked on shaving his beard.

It wasn’t the first time she shaved or trimmed his facial hair, or even just hair. Y/N loved shaving Harry’s facial hair for him and ever since the pandemic, he trusted her enough to learn how to trim his hair and had given him slight hair trimming.

Harry felt it. She went everywhere with the shaver but not his mustache but he tried to deny that she was done working, that was until she turned off the shaver and took off the eyepatch that covered his eyes so that he could see her face; staring at him in pure amusement and pride, as if she was staring at her best work of art.

She brought her fingers together and up to her lips, blowing a chef’s kiss, “Handsome.”

Harry held her waist, standing up and walking around her to stand in front of the mirror. There he stood, with only a mustache on his upper lips and unruly hair. He brought his face closer to the mirror, running his hand over his facial hairless chin and jaw, then over the mustache before turning to look at his girlfriend. “Do I turn you on like that?”

“Why yes, partner!” She exclaimed in a southern accent, wrapping her arms around his waist from the back and laughing against his back.

“I swear, if I wasn’t so fucking in love with you, woman.”

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yninstagram: I regret doing this because now this lunatic has been telling me he “mustache me a question” but he’ll “shave it for later”🤦‍♀️

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