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bluerosefox · 1 month

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Our Strengths

"What do we do now? Tucker asked. His voice cracking with stress and worry as he stared at the scene before him not able to look away as his best friend and his family were being dragged out of their home.

Danny cuffed in anti-ghost cuffs and knocked the heck out with a ecto-gun pointed at his skull by one of the GIW agents, they eventually tossed Danny into their van that was parked right outside the Fenton Works. Jazz was pleading, begging them to let her brother go, even though she too was cuffed and not caring that another gun was at her back. Maddie was hissing like angry feral mama cat at the two agents, ignoring the other two that were holding her shoulders to keep her from squirming around and saying "you dare touch a single hair on my babies I will rip-" before she too was lead away to the GIW van. The last to come out was Jack and he looked haunted and stressed, and despite being a huge guy he was trying to make himself look small. He too was sent into the van, and one of the last things Tucker could see before the doors close was Jack kneeling down next to Danny and going to cradle him but being stopped by the GIW agent in the van.

Sam chewed on her lip, her eyes wide and wild as she tried to think of... well anything to save her friend and his family from this.

To think Vlad would be so petty after Danny finally told his parents about being Phantom and them accepting and loving him regardless and even apologizing for trying to hurt him that he would go and tattle to the GIW about Phantom.

Danny hadn't even told them about Vlad being a halfa either. Not even a bit. All Danny told them was that Vlad made him super uncomfortable. About how the guy seemed obsessed with his mom but seemed to be shifting his obsession to him.

And for once Jack listened, especially after Maddie finally told him the times the man flirted with her and had even tried getting her to leave Jack. With only Danny. No mention of Jazz, only Danny.

After that Jack turned papa bear mode.

Say what you will about Jack Fenton but his love for his family outweighs any kind of friendship.

So yeah Vlad finding himself being 'cut out' of the Fenton's lives, realizing the only times he could even get close to Maddie and Danny was because Jack was always welcoming to him, and finding out Jack point blank said he no longer wanted him around his family, he raged and decided to get back at Danny was to go tell the GIW about him being Phantom.

No doubt the creep was going to show up later, 'save' them and start making demands or indebt them to him.

And now here they were. The Fenton's, after being told about Phantom, were being unjustified hauled away by the GIW while all of Amity watches from the streets and despite the protest from, mostly teens, Amity Parkers no one could do anything with both weapons pointed at them or the 'law' decree.

Closing her eyes, Sam took a breath. When she opened them back up she finally looked away as the van and the rest of the GIW began to leave, her hands clutched so tight that her knuckles were turning a deadly white. When she finally released her grip she felt something in her hand.

Confused, Sam opened her hand and gasped as she recognized a familiarish green sticky note and words written in purple ink. She's never read any of the sticky notes CW would send Danny but she has seen them appear out of no where.

She read the note, ignoring Tuckers questioning, and once done she snapped her head to look at him. It was so fast that Tucker jumped for a second. Her eyes were alight with a new found kindle of hope, determination, and a plan.

"Sam? What is it?" Tucker finally asked once more, he had a feeling whatever she had in mind was going to be insane but if it sent by CW and meant to save his best friend he'd do it.

"We play into our strengths and get some help." She said as she brought the sticky note up for him to see.

"Help? From who?" Tucker asked as he took the note and instantly noticed the drawn symbols on the bottom. When he snapped his head back up to look at Sam his mouth fell open and he said in shock, awe, and disbelief "No. No way. Them? But I thought-"

"Gonna stop you right there Tucker. Remember what Dani told us last month? About that new under the radar teen hero group?" Sam cut in.

"OOoooh. Them.... Yeah I can totally get behind asking them over asking the adults." Tucker responded, his mind coming up with a plan as the sticky note words played into his head 'Use your strengths'

"Good we have no time to loose. I'll contact Dani to find out where we can find their base, you get ready to hack and find what you can so I can use it to help... persuade them into helping us."

-x-x-

Young Justice was having a normal, well as normal as a bunch of super-powered and very well trained teens could have day.

Or at least it was until their comms and entire system were hacked by an unknown hacker, a goth girl appearing on their main sceen and her saying this

"Hey, Young Justice right? Look I'll be blunt about this. We need help, our best friend and his family got taken by some shady government jerks that wanna experiment on him and we need to save them. It's a long story. However, we do not like the JL too much and don't trust them, we have our reasons, so to make sure you don't go crying to them, we're taking your systems hostage and blackmailing you with things our hacker found out." Her eyes narrowed at them, her face in a scowl and it left no room for negotiations at all, she was determined to get things her way "So that's the deal. Help us save our best friend and his family while not letting the JL know, and we let go of your systems and forget about what we found out."

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 years

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Pairing: Dad!Max

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Your daughter was finally turning 7, which meant Max was finally able to get her that kart.

Max was always meant to be a girl dad; you just knew it in your soul. When you told him you were having a baby girl, he cried. It calls it the best day of his life, 1st to winning the world championship and marrying you.

So when you gave birth, he was always there and learned everything he needed to; he loved shopping for baby clothes more than you; he even had Red Bull make a newborn rave suit a copy of his rave suit, except it had in small letters; Verstappen Girl.

You snorted with laughter hours after birth when he dressed her in it and posted the picture. Of course, fans and everyone loved it, but the guys picked on him whenever they could. Max couldn't want her to grow up, he loved his baby girl, but he tried to teach her the best thing in his life; racing.

You weren't sure about teaching her how to kart, but max promised to wait till she was at the average age; of 7 years old. To him, that was the average age, to you? Mama Bear wanted to come out whenever he brought it up.

Trust was a big thing, and you trusted Max with your life and hers, so you agreed, and he kissed you deeply before running off to look for a kart to purchase. So when Aletta’s 7th birthday rolled around, everyone was there.

Family, Friends, and even the F1 racers made time to come and wish the young Verstappen a Happy Birthday. So when it came to presents, you were sure Max would pull out a Kart and start teaching her, but gifts came and opened, and still no Kart.

You can see that Aletta is looking around for more but stops seeing Gabriel, Charles's son, and runs to him. Gabriel was two years older than Aletta and liked showing off his kart to her since he's been driving one from a younger age.

“I still don't have one yet, Gabe,” Aletta whines, making the boy smile and pat her head.

“That's okay, Etta; maybe your papa is waiting for you to be older.” The boy attempts to comfort her, but you can tell from how she hangs her head and stalks off.

With a shake of your head, you see Charles, Max, Pierre, Lando, and Checo in a small circle talking in hush voices.

“Want to explain why my baby hasn't gotten the Kart she wanted too bad, and her father promised her?” Your voice was tight, anger simmering in your veins that Max promised her something and didn't own up to it.

“Lief.” Max turns smiling but stops seeing your displeasure and stance.

“Good luck.” Checo pats his back and rushes off, the others following away from the angry wife and mother.

“Well?” You ask, and Max straightens and sighs, rubbing his neck.

“The kart was supposed to be here today, but it won't show up till later, and I want it to be a surprise.” As he explains, your anger fizzes out, and you lean up, kissing his cheek.

“Max, you need to explain it to her then; she's hurt because she thinks the kart isn't coming,” you explain and see the pained expression cross his face.

Max wanted to be the best parent to his daughter. He supported her, loved her, and ensured her thoughts and emotions were respected. So hearing that he let her down was worse than anything in the world.

“I'll be back.” He kisses your mouth and goes to find his baby girl. He knew exactly where to find her, his trophy room.

“Kleine kampioen.” He knocks on the door and makes it. Open to see her staring at his first ever world championship, the image of him kneeling next to his car, head on the wheel.

“You lied, papa.” She whispers, and Max feels his heart hurt before sitting beside her.

“Baby, I didn't lie; you are getting a kart, but it won't arrive till the end of the week.” She turns his own eyes, looking right back at him.

“Really? I'm getting one?” She stands up, her smile covering her entire face.

“Yes, Kleine kampioen, here.” Pulling his phone out, he shows her the picture of it. The squeal she lets out makes his ears pop; before he knows it, she bolts down the hallway and back outside.

“Mommy!Mommy! Mommy! I'm getting a kart!” She screams, having everyone laugh as she collides with you while jumping and running around before telling Gabriel.

The rest of the party went off without a problem, but Aletta couldn't wait for her kart and kept telling everyone who would listen. It was another week before the kart finally arrived; you didn't know until you heard laughter and the hum of an engine.

You pull on your robe and make your way to the backyard, where Gabriel, Charles, Max, and Aletta stand around your daughter's kart.

“Papa, it looks like Uncle Max’s first Red Bull.” Gabriel stares in awe at the kart, which has Charles groan at the memories of that damn car coming from behind him more times than he could count.

“Great, bring back that demon of a car, why don't you.” But Max smiles at his daughter, trying to figure it out.

You step back, letting them have their moment and see it was only 7:30 in the morning and decide to start breakfast, knowing the others were probably on their way.

“Papa.....I don't know how to drive it.” Aletta whispers overwhelmed. It was a simple one, nothing like the two adults, but Aletta had never been in one, and to anyone at seven, something new would overwhelm anyone.

“That's why im here, to teach you how to drive it.” He kneels and kisses her cheek.

“Yeah, Etta, that's why papa and I are here too! But mainly Uncle Max.” Gabriel beams but stops seeing his uncle raise an eyebrow at the boy.

“Mainly me, teaching you.” Max points out, which makes his fighter nod her head.

When she woke this morning, her papa had her dressed in a minor race suit, a copy of Max’s from his younger days.

“Here.” Max picks up a helmet, a large number 1 splashed on the back and helps her put it on.

“It's uncomfortable papa.” Aletta reaches up to take it off, but Max’s larger hands stop her small ones.

“I know it's uncomfortable, baby, but you'll get used to it. It's supposed to be tight on your head; if it weren't, Mommy would kill me.” Making his daughter laugh, she climbs into the kart and sits down. Gabriel fires it up ad drives off, and Charles follows him on his kart.

Max sits down in his and fires it up before pulling up to Aletta. “Alright, this right here is your break and gas. This button here turns it on. Now, press on the break and push the button.” Max instructs her, and she does as he says.

He couldn't see her face, but he could tell from her eyes that she was probably the happiest little girl. It took a while, but she finally got a hold of the gas and break.

Aletta was following behind her father as you watched them from the kitchen balcony; you could tell she wanted to go but couldn't, but Max was keeping a tight reign on her driving speed.

An hour passed before you stepped around the counter and onto the balcony seeing Max and Charles showing Aletta how to take care of her kart and the rules. She wasn't allowed to drive without one of them, never take the kart into the street, and don't go over a certain speed until they thought she was ready.

“Liefje, it's time for breakfast,” you call down, having the four faces look up and nod, and you see Pierre, Lando, Daniel, and the others start to arrive, and you shake your head seeing Aletta rush to Lando and showing off her kart.

They soon make their way upstairs and to the balcony as you listen and watch everyone share their memories and knowledge with the two kids at the table, even videos of their old karting days.

“I can't wait to win the F1 Championship!” Aletta yells making everyone go silent before laughing, but Max doesn't laugh.

“You can do it baby.” He smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“And we'll always support you.” You add on having Max smile and kiss you before Aletta nods but Gabriel snorts.

“You’ll have to beat me first Etta.” Gabriel yells back setting off a new round of laughs.

You couldn't wait for the future of F1.

Tags: @miniminescapist @vita-di-moda

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 imagine #f1 2022 #f1 scenario #formula one #max verstappen imagine #max imagine #max verstappen #dad!max

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romanestuffsposts · 8 months

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Hi idk if you are taking requests but if you are can do angst/fluff with stucky of a little reader to hits herself as a coping mechanism, maybe after a punishment or during where she has to sit in her room alone. thank you <3

Hi there love! 💜

Yes of course I take request! Thank you for sharing yours! ❤️

I hope you like how I write it <3

Enjoy >33

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Warnings : little!reader is hitting herself, punishment, cries, comfort, pet names, fear of not being loved, hematoma, reassurance

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary :,you can't bear the feeling of your Papa being disappointed in you. You have to feel what your Papa felt to be able to forgive yourself

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"You look at the corner and you don't move nor talk until I said so" your Daddy coldly says as he points at you. You curl in the corner and swing your body to calm yourself when you hear his footsteps leaving.

You didn't meant to be bad, you didn't meant to do something that can make your Daddies angry with you. You just wanted a cookie before dinner, nothing more. You were good all week so you thought you could ask for one but your Papa said no, he wanted you to eat your dinner and then you could have cookies in front of a movie before bedtime but you didn't listen.

You still went to the kitchen and took one. Your Papa said that he made them for you, so you could enjoy your evening with them and as a reward for being so good during this week and he told you he was hurt that you took one behind his back.

You're sitting on the floor of the kitchen, facing a corner while you hear your Daddies watching the tv in the room beside this one. You hug your knees and rest your cheek against the top of your knees.

A single tear fall along your temple at the thought of you hurting your Papa by eating just one tiny cookie. You didn't meant to do that, your desire to have that cookie in your mouth, touching your tongue was too much for you to ignore it. You didn't thought he would've seen it... but he did and now you feel really bad.

The pain is too much, the feelings you're feeling right now are too much for you to handle. Why do you feel like this ? Is it because you made your Papa feel like that ? Or is it because you still crave for a cookie even tho you know you'll hurt him more by taking another one ?

Your little head lifts from your knees before falling back down on them really hard. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep your sobs for yourself as you keep doing this mechanism.

You need to feel what your Papa is feeling right now so you can understand how bad you hurted him and then you'll understand how bad it actually is.

You close your eyes and keep hitting your forehead against your knees until the pain in your heart is replaced by the pain in your head from the hitting. You wanted to keep going but didn't noticed that your sobs were stronger than you and finally got out, as well as small whimpers from the pain which is heard by your Daddies.

Steve sighs but don't look away from the screen "can you go see what she's doing ?" he asks annoyed. Bucky bits his lips and nods before standing up. He knows Steve doesn't want to deal with you right now and he understands that.

He walks in the kitchen and frowns with wide eyes when he spots you and what you're doing. He quickly walks to you and grabs your head before you can do it again, he looks at your face wet from the tears "ohh baby" he breathes out "what are you doing ?" he softly asks.

He kneels beside you so you don't feel intimidate by him because he's over you. He gently strokes the side of your head, careful to avoid the spot you hitted so he doesn't hurt you more.

You sniff and look up at him "I hut Papa" you choke out on your words. His eyes soften and he tilts his head "he's hurt now but it'll fade away. You know he can't stay mad at you more than a few minutes" he teases, trying to make you laugh or smile but you just sob more

"why did you hit yourself, babygirl ?" he quietly says. He's scared that the fact to hear what you were doing is making you feel more low or will make you cry more.

You wince at his words and more tears fall from your cheeks. He lets you take your times to be ready before talking, his fingers keep sliding down your hair and lightly stroking your cheeks

"needed to feel wha Papa felt" you cry out and your Daddy frowns. What do you mean ?

It's a conversation you need to have with your Papa. He picks you up and you wrap yourself around him as he carries you. His hands gently stroke your back when he feels you tensing because you entered the living room, where your Papa is.

"it'll be okay, beautiful" he whispers in your ear before sitting down on the couch.

Steve frowns when he sees you "she still has 30 minutes to do" he coldly says before looking back at the tv.

Your Daddy sighs and comforts you when you whimper after hearing your Papa's words. "Steve" your Daddy snaps, getting his attention.

Your Papa looks at you and your Daddy as he turns you around. Steve frowns when he sees your forehead who is turning between a shade of blue and purple.

He goes to say something but your Daddy shakes his head, giving a look that say 'let her talk'.

You sniff and shyly peer up at your Papa "I sowy Papa" you cry out "didn't meant to be bad, jus wanted one tooties"

"I know you didn't meant to be bad, sweetie but why didn't you wait until movie time ? It would've been faster than what you think" he explains

More tears fall down your cheeks "i sowy I hut you" you cry "don wanna Papa stay mad at me" you sob "pease don hate me"

"Baby.." he scoops closer to you and hold you tight against him "i could never hate you, princess" he says in his sweet voice, trying to calm you down "i was hurt that you couldn't wait but that doesn't mean I hate you" he grabs your cheeks so you would look up at him "you're my little princess" he smiles through the pain of seeing you like this "my perfect little princess. I will always love you" he reassures you "forever and always"

He goes to rest his forehead against your but just as the skins touch, you flinch away because of the pain. He pulls away, remembering and takes a look at it "what happened, sweetie ?"

You look at your Daddy who nod at you, reassuring you about telling what happened at your Papa. You look back at your Papa after swallowing your fear and see him patiently waiting. He doesn't rush you into doing things you aren't comfortable with right away which help you.

"Can't fogive myself if i don feel lite Papa" you mumble as you look down at your feet. Your Papa's eyes shift on your Daddy's, now full of pain and regrets before looking back down at you.

"can you look at me, please ?" he gently asks. You lift your head and dive your eyes into his blue one as he takes a hold of your hands "you don't have to forgive yourself baby. You don't have to hurt yourself to be able to take away my pain. I'm the one who is taking your pain away, not otherwise"

You nod and sniff "i'm not mad, baby" he adds "and I don't think I ever was"

He tilts his head and kisses your nose "you're not our little trouble if you don't steal cookies, right ?" he teases making you giggle. Your Daddy grins and pokes your sides from behind "but that doesn't mean you can do it" you giggle more and squirm away from your Daddy's fingers

Your Papa winks at you with a loving smile before holding you close to him "I love you" he breathes out "so so much" his eyes are close shut

You snuggle closer to him and close your eyes, melting under his touch "I loze you too" you mumble

You feel your Daddy's chest hitting yours and two more arms wrapping around you and your Papa "don't forget me" he teases "because I love you more" he whispers in your ear making you giggle. His breath tickling your sensitive skin.

"why don't we put ice on this beautiful forehead ?" your Papa says as he pulls away. You feel your Daddy moving and soon hears his footsteps leaving the room.

You squirm a little in your Papa's arms until your back is against his chest and his fingers are gently stroking your belly. You close your eyes at the comfort of his touches.

You open your eyes when you feel something cold on your forehead and see your Daddy holding ices on your forehead to calm the hematoma. He smiles, kisses your nose before putting you feet on his laps and gently running his fingers along them.

"close your eyes, little one" your Daddy softly says "we'll wake you up when dinner is here"

You smile as you close your eyes, they ordered food from outside. It'll be a good evening that's for sure

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melancholicbutterflies · 10 months

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a Papa Bear story

♡ PART III ♡

Summary: Your best friend invites you over for your first sleepover!

Tags/Warnings: protective!elvis, mentions of corporal punishment

Word Count: 2,858

YOU WERE SO excited. Finally, you'd been old enough to be allowed to take part in your very first sleepover! Your good friend Macy had invited you and, after a brief talk with your momma, plans were underway. After school on Friday, Macy's momma would pick you two up and you'd go to the mall for a bit to shop and walk around and have dinner, and then you'd go to their house to hang out. Macy said they had a whole slew of movies and it was really up to them; in their household things were laxer, and you couldn't wait. You loved your momma and step daddy but gosh, Elvis could be really strict and there didn't always seem to be a rhyme or reason why, at least in your young, early adolescent mind. Since the next day was Saturday, Macy's momma would drop you off sometime in the afternoon, so you could sleep in and just have a ball.

The only thing that concerned you some was your momma hadn't mentioned anything about Elvis knowing about your plans. He wasn't home, on a tour somewhere out west and had been for a few weeks now, and so he wouldn't have known right away anyhow, but usually he liked to be updated and would call frequently, insisting to speak to you. Ever since your conversations, and when you'd become a woman as he called it (you still didn't quite feel that way), he seemed to keep an even keener eye on you. It was not unusual for him to inquire about your who with and how you were spending your time, but not in any sort of way that made you think it was purely out of curiosity. There was always this undercurrent of if you said the wrong thing he'd be angry with you, and even in the few years you'd known him you just couldn't take him being upset with you for any reason.

Macy appeared to have a very different relationship with her daddy. He was often around because he worked a nine to five job, but she talked to him in a way that would have earned you a spanking for being 'disrespectful'. In fact, there seemed to be very few rules in her household, something that made you in awe of and somewhat frustrated. After all, why couldn't you get to do what you wanted whenever you wanted and how you'd like it?

Macy's momma waved to you from her minivan, smiling. She was leant up against it, smoking, as she waited for you two to finish up and walk over. "Great to see you, Y/N!" She brought you in for a hug, already feeling very familiar. Her affection was a nice change of pace from your momma who you loved but wasn't oft to show it so demonstrably as your daddy. She gave Macy the same treatment with an added zealous kiss on the crown of her head. "Feel like getting some ice cream on the way?" She asked, going around to the driver's side. "I know we probably shouldn't spoil our dinners, but, what the heck, I say?!"

"Yay!" Macy cried, and your eyes widened as you looked at her in excitement. "Could we really?" You asked.

"Sure, why not? It's Friday, and you girls are always working so hard in school. You deserve a treat!"

It was hot as Hades, and so the line was unexpectedly short. Not long after you were on your way to the mall with three single scoop ice cream cones in hand, and the windows down letting in some much needed breezy air. "Any shops you girls want to look at in particular?"

"Oh, well, there's this jewelry store I wanna look at. How about you, Y/N?"

"I didn't have any I thought of, I'd be happy to just walk around with you."

Macy turned you, suddenly mischievous. "Ooh, what if we run into some cute boys from school?"

You paused in licking your ice cream cone, unable to stop your glance from flicking between your friend her mom, who seemed preoccupied singing with the song on the radio. "Oh, I don't know."

"Why not? I heard Tommy comes here all the time." Tommy was a boy in your class that Macy really liked. You just thought he was annoying, but his friend was a lot nicer you thought. You just never tried anything because of the conversation you recalled with your step daddy. He'd been pretty clear about how he felt about boys.

"Y/N!" Macy moved a hand in front of your face to get your attention.

"Yeah, maybe. We're just there to have fun though."

The first shop you went into was the one that Macy was set on. It was sort of girly, but had jewelry and earrings for every kind of piercing you could put in your ear. "Look at me!" She cried, looking from the mirror to you in a whole set of costume jewelry.

"You look so cool," you agreed.

Later on you found a case of different sunglasses and tried those on, striking ridiculous poses to each other. Marcy's momma was always near but didn't supervise you closely. She was sitting on a bench outside one of the stores you were in thumbing through a magazine with Grace Kelly on it.

Macy's hand came on you suddenly and she leaned in to whisper in your ear, "don't look now, but I think that's Tommy and his friend over by the hot dog stand. I said don't look!"

"How am I supposed to see them?"

She sighed. "Well, fine, but just don't make it obvious. I don't want them to think we're some kind of creeps staring!"

You refrained from telling her that was exactly what you were right now, but did as she bade. Inconspicuously you saw his friend was the one you had a small crush on, Danny. They were both pretty oblivious, talking and laughing and carrying on in their own little bubble.

"Should I go up to them and say something?" Macy asked. "What do you think?"

"I don't know—"

"You're right, too forward. maybe we should pretend to walk in front of them and not see them, and they'll say something? Then it was their idea."

"I guess." You didnt want to come off as a stick in the mud, but you kept hearing your daddy's words in the back of your head. If he knew you were even thinking of talking to boys he'd be furious with you. And with your momma for allowing it to happen. As if it was her job to guard you. Again you felt some resentment creeping in: Macy didn't have to worry about any of that. It just wasn't fair.

Your inner dialogue was interrupted as Macy tugged on your arm insistently, "come on, let's pretend to walk by them. Tommy better say something," she grumbled. You didn't have any reason to fight her on it and decided to just play along. Macy was pretty demanding when she wanted to be.

The boys hadn't seen you at first, but when Macy made a show of stopping to tie her shoes in front of them they finally noticed you. "Hey, it's, um, Mary, right?" Tommy spoke first, glancing between the two of you. "Macy," she corrected, smiling wider than you'd ever seen her smile. "And you're Tommy, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"We have a bunch of classes together. Actually, we sit near each other in home ec. This is my friend, Y/N, she in our grade too."

"Hi," you greet shyly, trying not to look at Danny for too long. He was even cuter up close!

"Y/N," Danny said, "I remember you. You're the girl who's super good with numbers!" He seemed very impressed by this, and you were tickled that he noticed you, even if it was for something pretty nerdy.

"Thank you! And um, you're really good in English."

"Yeah, maybe we should tutor each other," he laughs. He doesn't realize you latch onto this, desperately hoping it could happen. You could see it now.

Tommy's digging his hands into his jean pockets, swaying back and forth on his heel. "Well, I reckon we should probably get going. Got a movie we're seein' tonight."

"Without your folks?" You asked.

The boys turned to look at each other and laughed. "Yeah, our folks trust us, you know."

No, you didn't, but you nodded like you did.

"It's a real scary one," Danny added. "'The Bloodening', it's called. Have you gals heard of it?"

"Woah, that's a real creepy one!" Macy said, and you mirrored her expression as if you had any idea of what they were talking about.

"Yeah, so we better get goin'. Nice to run into ya though. You girls take care all right?"

"We will!"

"Thanks!" You said.

Macy turned to you afterwards and giggled. "Why did you thank them?"

"I have no idea!" You laughed.

After eating some Chinese for dinner, Macy's momma drove you back to their place. They lived in a quiet neighborhood with a lot of similar looking houses next to each other. It wasn't as nice as Graceland, far from it, but for ordinary folk you think it was pretty nice.

The first thing you did was get changed into your PJs. Macy's were a little blander than yours, and for the first time you felt a little ashamed at how you looked.

"What is that?" She giggled, eyes racing up and down your bunny pajamas. "It's so..."

"So what?" You asked defensively. your daddy had picked it out special for you and you hadn't the heart to tell him it wasn't quite your style anymore but you'd be damned if you let someone else make fun of it, even your good friend.

"Well, you know. It's pretty cutesy, right? Why'd you pick out one like that?"

"All of my PJs are like this," you shrugged your shoulders, turning around to brush your teeth, which as you'd learn was a mistake since you'd dig into a bowl of candy and popcorn for the flick soon.

"What do you mean they're all like that? That?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah. My daddy picked it out for me and he likes it so I... like it."

You were met with some silence and you glanced in the mirror at Macy who was looking at you a little strangely.

"What?"

"I don't know, Y/N, that's sort of weird."

"What, like your parents don't buy you clothes sometimes?"

"Yeah, when I was little little, not now. Well, once in a while mom will take me shopping but it's pretty much up to me what I wanna wear as long as it isn't too racy."

Your brows furrowed as you spit into the sink, washing your mouth out. Was it odd that your daddy still picked your clothes out for you? Macy getting to wear what she wanted was an entirely new concept to you, one you didn't think would be possible until you were at least eighteen and could make your own decisions. Was this what other girls your age were doing?

"Sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to make you feel any type of way," Macy said, realizing your quiet must have signaled you were upset with her and feeling self-conscious.

"You didn't," you lied.

"Well, if I did, I'm sorry anyhow. I mean, we're all brought up different, I guess... I guesss if your daddy still wanted to pick out your clothes for you that ain't got anything to do with me. Just thought it was a bit weird is all."

"Yeah..."

"Come on, let's go watch that movie! It's an action one. You like that kind of stuff?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Momma's bringing in some candy and popcorn for us. Guess I should have said that before you started brushing your teeth," she smiled.

You followed her out to the living room as she set the movie up. It was a much smaller screen than you were used to, and it took some finagling to get it the way you needed it to see properly. As the movie started you began ruminating on all that had transpired earlier in the day and it became hard to focus on the plot. Just how different was your life made out to be, you wondered, and was all of it really for the right reasons?

The next morning you woke early to the sound of hushed voices arguing. Glancing to your right, you saw Macy was knocked out cold, drool lining her pillow. The time, which was visible on the nightstand in between your respective beds, read '6:05AM'. Thinking this might have been Macy's dad, you nearly went back to bed but you caught sight of a familiar looking Cadillac parked diagonally on the driveway. If you looked closer you could see slight squeal marks. you'd seen the car enough times to not have any doubt in your mind who it belonged to.

Your step daddy Elvis was here.

Walking quiet as a church mouse around Macy and further still to the door, you cracked it open a smidge to listen in on the heated discussion, knowing you'd be able to hear from your position; Macy said she listened to her parents all the time as voices carried easily up the landing outside her bedroom.

"...You can't just burst in here like this, Elvis...." This was clearly Macy's momma talking. "Yes, I know who you are, but it's unreasonably early and... that's nice you don't care, but what I'm saying is it's just not right... okay, I accept your apology, but please don't...!"

There was a slight crash and the sound of heavy footsteps thudding up the stairs. When you looked up it was your step daddy, eyes burning and fists clenched at his side. He looked like he'd just come back from his tour, wearing fancier clothing than he usually did while home. When he took notice of you by the door, he deflated some, although the ire in his eyes never disappeared.

"Girl, you are in a lotta trouble. Wait till I get my hands on you!"

"Elvis, daddy, please don't! I'm having a lot of fun here! It's my first time!" You begged.

"Your first—" his mouth open and shut like a fish. "What in blue blazes are you talkin' about, honey?!"

"My first sleepover," you replied morosely. And your last, judging by how upset Macy's momma sounded. The normally calm and collected woman sounded angrier than you'd ever heard her. You could just see her forbidding her daughter from talking with you again. You couldn't lose your best friend because of your daddy's temper, you just couldn't!

Elvis let out a deep sigh and turned his head and eyes skyward, as if asking for some divine intervention. "God help me..." He muttered, seeing your eyes tearing up now; it made him feel somethin' awful.

Looking back down at you and kneeling on one knee, he said, "I didn't realize how important this was to you, cupcake. I just wish your momma would'a let me in on what was happenin'. And you," his anger flared to life again, "how many times we talk on the phone and you ain't mention no 'sleepover, Elvis'."

"It was only last minute," you said, looking down.

"Uh huh." It was obvious he didn't believe you. You didn't know it, but you always had a tell of avoiding eye contact when you were fibbing, and Elvis had learned that early on.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." You ran into his arms to hug him in hopes he would calm down and go easy on you. Your touch was always soothing to him, and you were learning to use it to your advantage.

"Can't you see Daddy was worried, baby? I come home to find you not in your bed and your momma sayin' you went off with some people I don't know, never met... gotta understand it from my point of view, honey," he pulled you to arm's reach to look you in the eye.

"Yes, Daddy, I get it."

"You will," he said, raising a brow, "that lil' tush a' yours, cute though it may be, is gonna be mighty red when I'm through with it. I need you to be honest with me, darlin', and if that's the only way I'm gonna get it through that thick skull then I will."

Your eyes widened. Surely he hadn't meant right here and now?

Chuckling lowly, he mused your hair. "Not right now, honey. Later. When we're back in Graceland."

"You mean I can stay?"

He eyed you up and down for a moment, considering. "Oh please, Daddy! I'll do anything to stay! Please let me!"

"When you due back home?" He asked, scratching his chin.

"Only a few hours. They said they'd take me back early afternoon. Or Momma was gonna pick me up."

He pursed his lips. "I'll pick you up."

"I can stay?"

"Yes, sweet thing, you can stay."

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rottingpirate · 1 year

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141 with a shorter male s/o since everyone in 141 are about 20-40 cm taller than me😭

Ofc, you got it homie :)

As someone who is not short at all, I'm lowkey jealous of what short people can do with a tall s/o. But at least I can reach for stuff i guess???

Price

He loves holding you <3

Doesn't tease you, but he may throw some harmless comments here and there

It depends on your height, but he loves how you have the go on your tip-toes to kiss him

He always fights back a laugh in those situations

Loves how easily you can be moved

"Shortcake"

Forehead kisses

Forgets that you’re actually not that tall and accidentally puts things on higher shelves

Panics when he sees you start climbing counters and stacking books or chairs

Papa Price mode activated

Buys you a step stool so it’s safer for you to reach things

Likes it when you wear his clothes and they're kinda baggy on you

His closet is available 24/7

Ghost

Wow, look at you being the perfect armrest for him

He's a menace

He loves putting things on higher shelves just to tease you

Doesn't matter that he's taller, my boy is the little spoon

Finds it cute when you can't fully reach your arms around him

If you want it though, then he can be the big spoon

He just needs to be held and appreciated

One time, he forgot you were there, and he elbowed you so hard you got a nose bleed

Loves holding you against his chest

He loves to manhandle you (respectfully)

Picks you up and throws you around

You spend more time over his shoulder than on the ground

Getting protective when you are in a crowd, afraid of losing you

No one else is allowed to tease his boyfriends height tho

He'd stare them down

Soap

He loooves that you're shorter than him

You're perfect as a headrest

"Hey, short stack" "Hobbit" "Such big words for a man your size"

He loves pissing you off, but if the comments actually upset you then he's gonna stop

He always apologizes at the end of the day and kisses you, muttering how sorry he is

And if you actually need help, then he'll assist you

Gets so damn smug when you can't reach up to kiss him

He refuses to bent down, so you have to pull him down by the collar of his shirt

Or you could just jump on him and wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist

1000% will love to tilt your head so you're looking him in the eyes

Likes resting his chin on top of your head when he comes in to hug you from behind

Gaz

This dude- he'll never let you breathe in peace

"Why are you such a tease?" "Why are you so short?"

He loves resting his chin on your head or shoulder

Made a mistake of making fun of your height on the first day yall met

He got his ass beat so fast

You're his "Angry little boyfriend"

Squats down to your height and gasps “everything is so different down here!”

Other than that he loves helping you to reach for stuff

Perfect cuddle size

No matter where you are, he's holding on to you

A life-sized teddy bear

Loves affection in general

Would just pick you up at random times, 'cause like yknow, he can

Roach

He doesn't care about the height difference that much

He finds you adorable, you're compact size

Will always defend you against short jokes, no matter who it’s coming from

But just for fun he loves to hide stuff on the higher shelves

He loves to be the hero that can get the stuff from the higher shelves

Most of his pet names include the word "little" in front of them

Being short does come with it's benefits

The number of times you've scared the shit out of him is endless

Even though he's taller, he loves being the little spoon

He loves to kiss your forehead or the top of your head

Loves it when you ask for piggyback rides

Swoons every time you grab him by the shirt to kiss him

Hair ruffles are a common sign of affection with him

#call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #x male reader #cod x male reader

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little-cereal-draws · 1 year

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Details I noticed in The Last Wish pt 4

This is going to go from the cave of lost souls to the end

When jump scared by his past lives in the cave of lost souls, Puss has his claws out as he jumps back

When the bear family is setting up their trap with Perrito, Baby bear says, "I just want to pet him with my teeth." Perrito leans forward, smiles, and wags his tail while looking at Baby's teeth

Goldi's blue corset-eque piece is held up by a brown strap on her right shoulder. It's hard to see tho bc it's under all her jewelry

Papa has a huge scar on his left arm that looks like it could be from the claws marks, maybe from another bear

Goldi death glares at Baby when they're all stuck in the trap while he screams about the bees. She is angry lol

When Puss flashes back to Santa Coloma during the panic attack scene, the colors are warm and it looks like it could be an afternoon on a nice sunny day. When he remembers it in the cave of lost souls, all the colors are cold. Everything's has more blue in it and it looks like a big storm is rolling in. It's an interesting contrast between how it actually was vs how he remembers it

One of the things a past life yells at him as he tries to leave the cave is, "Where's your litter box, Pickles?"

As soon as Puss starts reading the incantation on the map at the wishing star, it starts rising. You can see it in the background when Kitty confronts him, the standoff between all the characters, and even the first part of the battle, until it's all the way in the air

I just love the way Perrito says, "Yeah, I don't know what to do with this" as he gives the map to Puss after the battle lol He genuinely doesn't know why everybody wants it so bad

Every time Death hits his sickles together, his eyes flash white. This happens in Puss' final battle with Death but I believe it also happens in their first fight too

When Puss says he's done running, the shot is actually on Kitty, not Puss

This happens throughout the whole movie but whenever two objects hit each other, there's a spikey comic-esque collision shape like in Spiderverse. Puss kicking the cups of milk into the crowd in the opening song, Death kicking him in the final fight, everywhere in between, it adds to the digital drawing style and fast pace

When Death cuts Puss' boots, red flames come out of the slash

When Puss uses the gatito blade to block the scythes, it plays Kitty's theme in the music

In the wide shot when Death is stalking up to Puss after he tells him to pick up the scythe, the foreground is shimmering in the heat of the flames

When Perrito says, "Oh, I was just buying some time for Team Friendship." Jack immediately goes, "Team what?" which I think is a perfectly reasonable response to hearing that name lol

As the star collapses in on itself, Puss picks Perrito up while they all run to the edge. I guess his legs were too short to make it in time by himself lol

When Jack says, "What did I do to deserve this??" as he dies, Puss shakes his head and Kitty rolls her eyes. They're the only two who aren't 'scared but can't look away.' It makes sense tho bc they have the most experience with Jack and know exactly what he did to deserve this lol

The lady listing to the Commodore all the stuff she packed for him as they walk out to the boat looks tired and annoyed. When she sees that Puss stole his boat, however, she looks ecstatic. She does not like her boss and wants him to suffer as much as possible

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part five

#ok and that concludes this! I might do another one but I think I'm done with these #not bc i don't enjoy them but bc idk if i can find any new stuff lol #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #kitty softpaws #perrito #goldilocks and the three bears #goldilocks #goldilocks and the three bears crime family #jack horner #puss in boots meta #death puss in boots #puss in boots lobo #lobo puss in boots

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softrozene · 1 year

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Arthur Turns into a Parent

Anon asked: Howdy:)! I'm loving your blog so far, as new as it is. I was wondering if you could write HC's on a new addition to camp who's a kid--maybe around 11 or 12 and she always follows around Arthur cos he saved her or something, and all the gang members tease him about it, but she evntially grows on him and sticks with him to the very end :'( Idk, hopefully something fluffy and father daughter sort of thing:) Only if you're okay with it!!

rdr2 masterlist

This is my type of thing. We love a wholesome father figure Arthur in this house! Thanks for the request Lovely!

Originally published on January 28, 2020

(Father-Daughter relationship) Arthur Morgan x Kid!reader

Warnings: Fluff, spoilers?

Words: ~700

Arthur would be so angry that you chose him, out of the damn people here at camp, to follow around

He would be very annoyed, all huffy puffy, but wouldn’t say a dang word about it

The annoyance is obvious especially if Hosea or Dutch tease him about it, but he keeps his lips tight with them

If it’s another member making fun of him he will tell them to “Shut up”

Despite his behavior, he never ever tells you to go away

Give it a few days and he’ll cave in

He’ll turn into the mama bear he’s meant to be eventually

Since you are technically glued to him, he has to promise to come back a few times in order for you to stay with Abigail or someone else, while he goes on a mission

Eventually, he’ll embrace the father role that you had forced upon him (thanks to Hosea and Dutch probably)

He’ll teach you everything he knows

If you’re his daughter now he wants you to be able to protect yourself

He doesn’t want you to end up like his baby mama Eliza and his son Isaac

Eventually, you’ll be like Jack and call everyone Uncle or Auntie

The second you call Arthur Daddy or Papa his heart will literally melt

He’ll finally see this as the second chance he doesn’t deserve but will embrace it

Arthur probably has a sixth sense so if Micah comes near you, you bet Arthur will be there making sure that Micah will not interact with you

He ain’t afraid to shoot him if he tries to talk to you

If you ever see Mary and become mean or jealous of her, Arthur will think it’s the cutest thing in the world

Mary will be slightly upset wishing that she was your mother after seeing how loving Arthur is towards you

Get out of here mary

When he realizes he has TB you are the only one he will tell because he doesn’t want you to be devastated when it’s too late

He might try to distance himself but if it hurts you more he would stop immediately

You would be entrusted to John and Abigail and when the time comes you don’t put up a fight- You don’t want to break his heart more and he definitely doesn’t want to see you witness his death

You’ll stay as long as you can but he’ll make you leave with Abigail when she leaves with Sadie

Jack calls you his big sister

John may have Arthur’s stuff but when the time comes you’ll get the notebook

You’ll probably join John, Charles, and Sadie to get revenge for Arthur (since 8 years pass reader would be 19/20) so Abigail can’t control you lmao

Small Bonus Scenario:

“Hey Kid, wake up,” Arthur’s voice is surprisingly gentle as he shakes you gently.

Your eyes open real wide and you are breathing with panic. Upon seeing Arthur’s face you feel better immediately. You hug him.

“I know, Kid. It was just a dream. You’re safe now. See? You’re home with us,” Arthur says murmuring these lines of comfort for you.

He holds you gently for a bit before he pulls away. “You good now?”

You shake your head and he smiles, “See. Nothing is ever gonna hurt you again. Not that you have me and all of us to protect you. Uncle Charles and Javier wish to train you tomorrow if you’d like.”

Seeing your eyes light up like that makes him chuckle. Despite not being his real flesh and blood, you sure are his daughter with that behavior and enthusiasm for wanting to learn this type of thing.

“Sadie wants to take ya shopping too. Said you’d been bothering her for pants,” Arthur says softly.

You nod your head eagerly and he laughs. “Fine. Fine. Probably suit you better than those dresses. She’s gonna be proud that you’re taking her new style. Anyway- Go back to sleep. I’m here to protect ya now.”

“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” You ask softly immediately clutching his hand.

He huffs just slightly before saying, “Sure, Kid.”

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan #female reader #pure fluff #smidge of angst

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onedaughterofman · 1 year

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Not on this list, but what if bone daddy being clingy? All he wants is attention and hugs, like a fluffy care bear after too much alcohol?

Oh, baby. I like how you think and how can I say no to that amazing piece of art?!

Writing prompt: "Clingy bone daddy demanding attention" with his Unholiness, Papa Emeritus II.

Someone’s old man is dancing on the bar’s table.

Fuck, that dude is wasted. From your seat, you notice the way his body sway following the rhythm of the music, a bottle of something in one of his hands. The other one is holding a glass, empty as far as you can see.

It’s late, the nightclub is loud and full of people and you want to go back to the hotel. Yes, you understand Secondo needs some time to relax and have fun, something he can’t do when he’s inside the Ministry. Yet… maybe you should put a limit to the never-ending parties and alcohol.

Deep inside, you are aware of how he uses all this distractions as a way to drown the pain he feels, the aching of his heart. Secondo may seem angry and mean, evil even, but he’s just an old, sad man with a tender soul, romantic at the core.

And… he said he’d go to the bathroom like fifteen minutes ago. What if something happened to him? Is he okay? The sudden worry overcomes all the tiredness in your body. Soon, you’re standing up and rushing through the place, passing that wasted guy who’s still dancing on the table.

Wait.

Fuck.

That’s your wasted old man!

“Papa!” You yell. The words come right from your soul, escaping your throat before you realize it. Secondo stops suddenly, body still slightly swaying as he regards you. He’s wearing sunglasses, so it’s hard to pinpoint where he’s exactly looking at, and his green dress shirt has most of the upper buttons opened.

Maybe it’s the raw sound of your voice, or the heavy disappointment in your stare, but he remains silent. He doesn’t complain when you pull him down from the table, or drag him towards the exit. The only time he acknowledges your presence is when your fingers curl around the bottle he’s holding, pulling it away.

“That’s mine,” he says, leaning way too much into your personal space. You struggle not to fall, while putting the bottle away from his grasp. Secondo lets it slide, choosing to plumber face first into your chest.

Great. He is truly drunk.

The taxi ride back to the hotel is equally fun. Secondo is… strangely clingy. His hands are all over you, holding you closer, caressing your body in a tender, almost lovingly pace. His face remains hidden on your neck, cheek squeezed on your shoulder as he mutters and mumbles words you can’t understand.

For long moments, you merely hold onto him too, trying to stop him from falling. The taxi driver stares at both of you from time to time, anxious eyes reflecting on the rear-view mirror. You pray to the Lord, silently, for Secondo to behave and not cause a scene or make a mess in the backseat of this car.

And the Lord listens. Secondo stays mostly still for the ride, barely moving his head from your shoulder to your lap. The position can’t be comfortable, since most of his body is bent in a weird position, but he seems content snuggling closer to you. His fingers curl around your wrist, pulling your hand until he places it over his back.

You pat, once, without fully grasping what he wants. When he growls under his breath and whispers again, you pat twice. Then thrice. Slowly, you get it. He’s demanding attention, practically ordering you to rub his back and hold him closer.

It’s… endearing. It’d be more endearing if he wasn’t almost blackout drunk in the back of a taxi, but still… Secondo is a tough, prideful man. He’s not someone who openly begs for cuddles or some love. No, he suffers in silence, pretending nothing is wrong, drowning the pain in his heart.

“It's okay, big guy,” you mumble too, squeezing him. “I’m here.”

When Secondo says “I love you” before falling asleep, soft snores mixing with the rumble of the car, you feel your heart get caught in your throat.

Oh, fuck. You love this sad, old man too.

#ghost band fanfiction #papa secondo #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo x reader #ghost band #my writing #papa emeritus ii x reader

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starsurface · 5 days

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Hi friend hope the hanzo mk 11 with Baby Bi-Han Mk 1 isn't too much hassle as a fic I know it can be hard sometimes even with the requests just letting you know I don't mind how long it takes just hope you're doing well and it isn't causing you any unnecessary stress or worry 😊

Hi!!! Sorry for this taking so long!! I have my Fics on another request list, which you can check on my AO3. :p

But also thank you for the support and concern! I'm doing well!! No stress at all! Just Senioritist seeping into posting. <3

CG Hanzo MK11 w/ Regressor Bi-Han MK1: Bottles

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"If you keep glaring at it, it might eventually freeze over," Hanzo said as he added some honey into a bottle of milk.

Bi-Han huffed, moving his glare from the bottle, to Hanzo, then back to the bottle.

He didn't need Hanzo's silly commentary. Just like how he didn't need some silly baby bottle!!

"Hate it!" Bi-Han spat. "We get rid of it!"

"Have you ever dranked from a bottle before, Bi?" Hanzo asked, receiving another huff. "If you truly hate it, we have a sippy cup instead."

Bi-Han didn't like that choice either.

He found . . . friendship with Hanzo and Kuai Liang, as did his brothers. It was an . . . interesting friendship, at first.

Timeline merging was something Hanzo had gotten used to, especially with the events that happened here. Although Liu Kang- Uh, "Lord" Liu Kang's new universe was . . . interesting.

Not bad just . . . a different take on their lives.

Although Hanzo, surprisingly to some, enjoyed this universes Bi-Han.

He was still Kuai Liang's brother, but in another universe, one where he wasn't fully corrupted by Quan Chi.

One where he could be saved.

Even Kuai Liang enjoyed his company. And it was almost awkward that he wasn't with them. But he was hanging out with the Scorpion Kuai Liang and short haired Tomas.

Hanzo and kuai Liang enjoyed watching regressors, and after finding Bi-Han regressing, and the entire incident (meltdown) that followed, they had started taking a small CG role for him. Even encouraging little playdates when one of them were small.

Bi-Han wasn't too keen at the friendship at first . . . But he wouldn't deny that they provided somewhat of a safe haven for being tiny.

"Don't need that either," Bi-Han frowned. "Cup."

Hanzo shook his head, "Your too little for big kid cups-"

"No!" Bi-Han stomped his foot. hanzo put a hand in the air, indicating Bi-Han to take a deep breath, which he did. ". . . Not a baby, Papa."

Ah, that's what it was.

Even if Bi-Han did regress smaller than others, he had a habit of indicating that he wasn't 'some baby'. Always trying to do big kid things.

But even with straws, Bi-Han had a habit of knocking over his cups. Or dropping them by accident. It wouldn't matter if it was just water. But the angry shouting and throwing Bi-Han had after was something Hanzo didn't want to encourage.

Bi-Han hated regression items.

Or, he feared them, to an extent.

Most of his items were kept here, in another universe, where his LIn Kuei couldn't find.

What would they say if they found their Grandmaster's paci? Or a teddy bear on his bed? He'd be reducuiled, he know he would.

Still, Hanzo and Kuai Liang decided that a baby bottle and a sippy cup wouldn't hurt him. And they would just store it at the Shirai Ryu temple, there was no reason to be all fussy about it.

"Of course you aren't. you just need a cup with safer cup, one that won't spill as easily."

Bi-Han wanted to call bogus. There were so many big kid cups like that!! He didn't need some baby bottle or sippy cup- He just needed a big kid cup! Why couldn't Hanzo see that?!

He was be silly, and not in the good way.

Hanzo noticed Bi-Han's grumpy scowl, ruffling his hair, "You'll be okay. Just try it out and if you'd like, I can change it."

Bi-Han wanted to press more, but knew it really wouldn't get anywhere.

Well, it could if he reeeeally wanted it . . . But he also couldn't completely deny that he did want to use one. It was just embarrassing, using some bottle.

"Fine," Bi-Han grumbled.

"There's blocks in the living room corner if you'd like to bring them out," Hanzo suggested, screwing the bottle cap on.

This sparked Bi-Han's interest. Blocks? he liked blocks! He didn't have them back at his place, but hanzo was more than willing to share his toys.

Bi-Han practically rushed out of the room, causing Hanzo to hold back a chuckle. Any sort of laughing would cause a tempter tantrum.

Hanzo shook the bottle before walking back into the living room, setting it on the low table. Bi-Han, who was in the middle of building his castle, paused his actions, glaring at the cup as if it were to attack him.

"The more it sits, the more it'll spoil," Hanzo warned him, sitting on the couch.

"Nap?" Bi-Han glared at Hanzo.

Warm honey milk always made Bi-Han sleepy. Was Hanzo trying to make him take a nap? He wasn't some baby, only babies took naps!

"No, you asked for it?" Hanzo raised an eyebrow, receiving a huff.

Okay, maybe he had, but he wasn't going to admit it.

Bi-Han seemed hesiant. He tried to drink some, but quickly set the bottle down. It was too - Too embarrassing!! He couldn't drink out of it! Especially while Hanzo was right there, just watching!

Hanzo tried not to watch, amused by Bi-Han's actions. But he didn't want the milk to go bad. And Bi-Han was clearly thirsty, he couldn't have the little one go thirsty.

". . . Come here," Hanzo patted his lap. Bi-Han looked confused. "Lay your head on my lap."

Bi-Han hesitated, looking between his blocks and Hanzo. Eventually, he slowly got up, waddling with his bottle in hand.

He sat beside Hanzo, laying his head on his lap. Hanzo gently stroked Bi-Han's hair, holding the bottle to his mouth, which Bi-Han hesitantly accepted.

Bi-Han felt himself grow tired, sluggish. Warm honey milk always made him sleepy. But laying down, having his hair tussled defienty made him sleepy. He was only halfway through before Hanzo took it away, making Bi-Han whine.

"I think it's time for a nap," Hanzo said, putting the bottle on the table. Bi-Han tried to protest, but he just got shushed instead. "Shh, there's no need to fuss, I can see your eyes dropping."

"Ba!" Bi-Han angrily mumbled, making grabby hands for the bottle. "Papa, ba!"

Hanzo shifted Bi-Han to his hip as he stood. He grabbed the bottle, which Bi-Han quickly snatched and tightly held as Hanzo carried him to Hanzo's room.

He tried, tried, to lay Bi-Han down. But instead Bi-Han fussed and whined, clinging onto Hanzo.

"Nooo!" Bi-Han whined, pointing to the bottle that Hanzo set on the nightstand. "That!"

"Here you go," Hanzo tried to hand it to him, but received a headshake. "What do you want then?"

Bi-Han glared at Hanzo, as if he expected Hanzo to know what he wanted.

"Can we use our big boy words?" Hanzo asked.

Bi-Han pointed to the bottle again, "More Papa. . ."

"You want to lay on my lap again?"

Bi-Han thought about it, before nodding.

But when hanzo sat down, Bi-Han didn't lay his head on his lap. Insead, he sat on it. He clung to Hanzo's chest, trying to make sure that Hanzo wouldn't kick him off. Which Hanzo made no more to do.

Ah, he wanted to be cradled.

Bi-Han looked proud, happy in the fact that he had 'tricked' Hanzo to get what he wanted.

"You want me to bottle feed you?" Hanzo double check, earning a grumble. "I need words, Snowflake."

Bi-Han grumbled at the nickname, mumbling out a small, "Yes."

"Thank you," Hanzo smiled, grabbing the bottle.

It wasn't long before Bi-Han passed out. He felt . . . safe in Hanzo's arms. And with the bottle making his tummy feel all warm and happy, he felt all sluggish and tired again.

Hanzo gently tucked him in, kissing Bi-Han's forehead. He heard the door click behind him, Kuai Liang walking into the room.

"Hanzo-"

"Shhh, he fell asleep," Hanzo shushed him. Kuai Liang nodded, walking over. Bi-Han's eyebrows furrow, curling more into himself. "Get out of here, you'll wake him."

"As if he can stand your heat," Kuai Liang rolled his eyes before noticing the bottle. "Did he take kindly to it?"

". . . Only a bit of screaming," Hanzo admitted. "But he seemed content after being fed."

Kuai Liang nodded, noticing hanzo's phrasing but not pressing further. Perhaps he would bug him about it when he wasn't in the room with the sleeping baby.

He just hoped Bi-Han wouldn't get upset for 'letting him do silly things' while regressed, again.

Or straight up ignore them . . . again.

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Hope I wrote Bi-Han right. I like his character, but he's hard to get accurate sometimes. 😭

Also thank you again for the concern, it was really nice of you. I'm doing okay! Posts might be a bit slow for the next little bit (something bad also happened) but I'll be alright. <3

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smilingbuckley · 2 months

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I was rewatching 5x02 and 5x03 last night and seeing how angry and upset Bobby was when Harry was taken makes me want to see an angry Bobby when Buck gets abducted. We've seen this anger only a few times but always when someone close to Bobby gets hurt.

Give me protective Papa Bear Bobby, threatening someone who knows where Buck is. (The way 5x03 Bobby basically threatened to bash someone's skull in - not that he would actually do it because it's Bobby, but he did say it). Punching whoever took Buck, yelling at him for hurting his son.

Even better: Bobby going rogue trying to find Buck even though Athena told him to let the professionals handle it.

I want to see Bobby absolutely lose it. Get angry. Yell. Until he has his kid back. A Bobby we've only seen glimpses of.

And then he finds Buck, and he turns nto the gentle Bobby we love. He hugs him. "I've got you, Kid." He brings Buck to safety and stays by his side. He prays for Buck’s recovery. For justice. And then Buck wakes up and he holds his hand and tells him everything will be okay.

#bobby nash #evan buckley #911 #buck and bobby #bobby nash is buck's dad #bobby and buck #abc 911 #911 abc

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yumeka-sxf · 1 year

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 5

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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Anya and Yor have their first mother/daughter bonding experience when they go to the tailors to pick up Anya's Eden uniform. No doubt due to raising Yuri on her own, Yor is a good mother to Anya right from the start (despite her one slip up during their first outing where Anya read her thoughts about accidentally breaking Yuri's ribs…but Anya got over it quickly!) As she watches Anya in all her childhood innocence, showing off her uniform to everyone she meets, Yor thinks to herself that she wants to be a better mother even if their family is just for show. We see that she still has her default "robotic" expression that she had since her introduction episode.

As I mentioned before, Yor doesn't have Twilight's aversion to becoming attached to others. Her whole life up to then had revolved around her attachment to Yuri after all. While at this point in the series she's still prioritizing her cover up, she sees nothing wrong with growing closer to Anya, especially after remembering that Anya said she wanted to be with her mama and papa forever.

When the thugs kidnap Anya, Yor again goes "mama bear" mode. But unlike during the interview, she has no reason to hesitate with showing them her full strength. She seems particularly angry that they think she's Anya's nanny, probably because she had just decided she wants to be Anya's mother, yet even these lowlifes can't see her as mother material.

Even though she scares the thugs away, she immediately thinks she's a failure of a mother because she ruined the groceries during her outburst. But after Anya tells her that she loves her cool, strong mama and wants to be like her, Yor's confidence comes back. This is the key moment where she decides that even if she can't be like other mothers, she still wants to do her best in the role.

It's also at this point that Yor's default expression changes. While before she rarely smiled and was expressionless most of the time, that starts to shift. There's way too many examples to mention, but from here on she's constantly smiling sweetly at Loid and Anya whenever she's with them (even though she does occasionally mistake Loid's spy gusto for fatherly enthusiasm).

But especially whenever Anya does something endearing, she always showers her with motherly smiles and encouraging words. The first good example of this is during their next family outing at the Berlint aquarium.

She also continues to be sensitive to Loid's well being, noticing a few times how tired he seems during the trip (even though he insists on pushing himself).

But, as is the charm of Spy x Family's humor, Yor lovingly misinterprets Loid's discreet cues about his mission and ends up thwarting him further, for example, when she thinks it would help their cover if they hang out with the neighbors to show off what a good family they are, not knowing that would hinder his chances of sneaking away.

We also continue to see how quickly Yor will fiercely attack anyone who threatens Anya – Anya need only say that she's being kidnapped and Yor immediately kicks the guy into the ceiling without a second thought (well, she does admit her haste after the fact). As much as Yor wants to be "normal," all that goes out the window whenever one of her loved ones is being threatened.

After making it through both the mission and the aquarium trip, we get a notable scene at the end of the episode where Twilight buys Anya a giant penguin plush (despite his exhaustion that day, his father skills continue to improve). After putting on his whole Loid Forger act for the neighbors, we see that internally he's fed up with how much work WISE has been giving him. He thinks to himself that he's going to complain about it and request a vacation. However, we then get another "softly emphasized" scene from his POV of an adorably happy Anya clutching her new penguin plush, and Yor smiling at her with motherly tenderness.

I discussed these kinds of scenes previously – scenes that emanate comfort and warmth in his eyes despite him trying to suppress those feelings. In this case, watching Anya and Yor sharing such a happy moment touched him to the point of immediately retracting what he just said. Of course, he won't say that it did or even give a facial expression that matches his feelings. But it's clear that, despite his exhaustion, seeing how happy his (fake) wife and (fake) daughter are living a peaceful life, provides enough motivation for him to continue his missions without rest.

Twilight's perfect spy composure gets broken down further when he snaps at Anya for trying to innocently go into his room while playing with Penguinman. When Anya's crying won't be quelled, he does something extremely unfitting for a spy – he also "plays" with Penguinman, giving it a silly voice, moving its flipper in exaggerated gestures, and having it tell Anya that she needs to stop crying "for the sake of world peace" (Yor follows his lead and does the same with Anya's toy robot).

Even when Anya decides to continue their game out in public, Twilight and Yor go along with it. I definitely think that past Twilight would have tried a more "by the book" tactic, like callously bribing Anya with something she likes to make her stop crying. Even though this is what eventually calmed her down (buying her peanuts), the fact that Twilight was willing to do something super embarrassing but more fatherly, all without any begrudging thoughts, shows his improved parenting skills.

To be continued in Part 6...

Note: Even though the Berlint aquarium episode was the last in cour 1 of season 1 of the anime, in the manga it takes place sooner. Since it's a side story, there are several places in the early part of the episodes/chapters where it fits in the chronology. I felt this was a good place in my post series to discuss it, but the chronology for these standalone episodes isn't strict. Just wanted to mention this so nobody thinks I'm skipping episodes 7-11!

<- Return to Part 4

Continue to Part 6 ->

#twiyor #sxf analysis #spy family #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #loid x yor #loidyor #sxf meta

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kakashiislut · 1 year

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Actually kinda curious how magni would react if his s/o was pregnant, and how he would be during the the whole process.

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Don’t worry! I got them both, and like low-key same 💀 my phone and WiFi have been so bad it’s killing me. My phone is 4 years old, (an iPhone 11) and it’s dying on me. But I love her 🥹 I named her Maxwell. (There is two parts to this ask btw)

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Warnings: Just some mean talk, gets better eventually. Fem!reader, GN baby!

Authors Note: Just a random Drabble, nothing much.

Magni Thorson & Pregnant!Reader

At first he would get angry. Super mad, what the hel, he doesn’t want a kid. Why would a god like him want a kid with you?

But then it hits him….you’re pregnant, because of him. It’s not your fault, he’s the one that came into YOU.

He’s a big douche, so at first you probably won’t see him around, but Sif goes crazy on him when she finds out and forces him to take care of you more.

The forcing soon turns into his own decision, he starts to fall in love with you and the thought of a child. The way you become so chubby, the waddling around the house, its so...domestic.

You can’t even fucking bend down to grab a sock, he has to do it for you, you NEED him. Of course that’s what he thinks. You don’t need him, but of course he helps.

He would eventually start leaving the house after giving you a kiss.

The sweetest kisses low-key. On the face, nose, forehead, lips. He kisses everywhere.

He would start rebelling more. He doesn’t wanna go out on dangerous missions and wonder if he’ll come home to see you running at him like a penguin.

When your child is born, he’s so nervous and anxious they don’t let him hold your baby until he’s calm and sitting down. They don’t want him dropping the babe :(

When he holds them, he’s so mesmerized with how small they are. How could this be possible.

He’s especially heart broken when his own mom tells him that he was once that small.

How can a huge man like him…be so small and defenseless like his child. Oh god he’s gonna protect them with his ENTIRE life.

Will watch you Breast feed, ‘cause he doesn’t trust your boob. You have to yell at him for some privacy, ‘cause he’ll just believe everything wants to harm this baby.

This man will NOT get up at night to calm the baby. He’s so tired and selfish.

To make up for that, he does often calm the baby during the day and change their diaper.

He does gag WILDLY. Like you can hear him from outside.

Baby onetime pissed all over him, so you taught him to gentle rub the babies lower belly to release the rest of the pee. Makes sure to do it for like five minutes.

He’s afraid.

Someone disrespected his family once and the man was never found again. Like ever. Not even blood. No one knows what happened.

Gets jealous when he sees the baby laughing widely while you’re making funny faces at it.

He’s not jealous of the attention the baby’s getting. He’s jealous, ‘cause he wants to make the baby laugh…not you :(

If the babe won’t stop crying? Easy. Let magni hold them. They calm down right away…Magni is just so soft and bear like. His boobies are squishy.

If your baby starts speaking? He often calls him “bear”, instead of “papa”

Magni is one fluffy bear.

#send me asks #yes yes yes #god of war #god of war smut #god of war x reader #gow #kratos #kratos smut #gow magni #magni #magni x reader #magni thorson smut #magni thorson Drabble #fan fic stuff #fan fic writing #fan fic requests #magni and modi #magni fluff

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mbappeslover · 1 year

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spread thin.

mbappé x f!reader. childhood friends, enemies to lovers. they’re both 18.

i wrote this book with the song spread thin by mariah the scientist in mind. so, for the best experience, read this book while… listening to spread thin by mariah the scientist.

“papa, are you serious?! do i really have to train with.. with her?” kylian fussed as you looked around exhausted.

you guys haven’t even started the match yet, but kylian’s attitude began tiring you out. it was a bright and hot day in paris as well. you wanted to finish this match and head home.

“kylian, it’s final. just do one round with y/n. i have no idea why you’re making this such a big deal.” kylian’s dad said while walking off into the shade.

“yeah, why is it a big deal, mbappé? are you scared to lose to a girl.” you said in a mocking tone.

kylian switched his focus onto you. he looked angry.

“what did you say?” he said, marching up to you with speed and stopping a few centimeters from you.

he looked so silly being extremely worked up over having to play one round of football with you.

you were amused by all of this. so, your lips curled into a sly smile.

“are we about to kiss right now, mbappé?”

he noticed the close proximity you two happened to be and backed away immediately.

“you fucking wish, y/l/n.” he spat out before storming away.

you just laughed because you always knew just the right words that’d throw him over the edge, it worked every single time.

a few hours later.

you were home now, taking a nice, hot shower at the end of the day after practice was like an award. scrubbing away all of that dirt and sweat. feeling clean is the best.

you got out the shower and began moisturizing yourself with your signature vanilla bean & coconut scented lotion— when you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“who is it?”

“it’s kylian.”

you froze.

kylian? what’s he doing here…?

“one second!” you shout out and quickly throw on your sleeping clothes: nike shorts with a gray cropped tank top.

you opened the door to an awkward looking kylian.

“hey…?” you said before turning around to lay on your bed and checking your phone for any messages.

a few seconds go by and it’s complete silence, so, you turn around, sitting up crisscrossed and kylian is still standing by the door, scratching his head while analyzing your room.

“are you just gonna stand there, mbappé?” you ask in a dry tone.

“well, you never told me i could come in.” he shot back at you.

“see kylian, that’s your problem. you randomly began acting so weird towards me. what happened to us? when did it ever get like this. we used to be so close.” you exclaimed.

he sighed, closing the door behind him before settling himself on your bed next to you.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” kylian said while looking you in the eye.

you broke the eye contact, you never could withstand his stares. his eyes. you knew this talk would come sooner or later. you thought you were prepared but, right now, your throat began to close up, eyes began to sting and it was getting harder for you to stay calm.

he shuffled closer to you.

“y/n, can you please look at me?”

you didn’t budge, scooting over more till you couldn’t anymore. avoiding his presence.

complete silence took over the room. you felt the bed get lighter and footsteps.

that’s right, kylian is a coward. all he does is run away from his problems and cries like a little bab-

“you really are a headache y/n, you know that, right?” he breathed out.

you snapped your head towards him so fast, ready to throw a rebuttal but before you could register what was happening…

warmth engulfed you.

“are you serious kylian?! get off of me." you bursted out laughing.

kylian just tackled you and was now holding you in the biggest bear hug ever. all the previous tension, now evaporated from the atmosphere.

“no, not until you look at me… and let me talk.” he said, lifting his face from your chest and pouting.

“you big baby, get off of me. right now!” you said, smiling so hard, ear from ear.

he sighed hard yet again before unleashing you from the hug and rolling off to the side.

a few seconds past by and everything settled down.

he propped himself onto his hand while looking, admiring you.

“i’m serious, y/n. i am so sorry. everything just happened so fast. when we were younger, i didn’t see you in any way. just a friend, my bestest friend. but then, we started getting older and.. i didn’t see you that way anymore. it was scary, i didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. so, i just thought maybe if i distanced myself, my feelings for you would go away.” he said.

he took a moment to get his thoughts together, licked his lips, looked you in the eye with so much… passion. before continuing.

“obviously that didn’t work.” he chuckled. kylian looked so cute that you couldn’t help, but, to giggle at his cuteness and how vulnerable he was being with you right now.

“y/n, i love you. i love how you don’t take shit from anyone. i love your curly hair that smells like castor oil and coconut. i love how care free you are. i love your smile and your goofy little laugh. i love how strong you are, how competitive you can get. i’ve been in love with you since we were 10, y/n.”

the tears fell out so fast, you couldn’t help it.

kylian panicked. “did i do something wrong, mon amour, why are you crying? i’m sorry.” he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, wiping off your tears.

“shut the fuck up.” you said sniffling.

you looked into his eyes, again. kylian looked at you with so much love in his eyes, his beautiful eyes that hold. so much light. you tilt his chin down towards you.

“you know, i hate you.. so much, mbappé.” you said before connecting his lips to yours.

you both loosen up into the kiss, he holds onto your waist, squeezing it a little tight. you wrap your arms around his neck and slip your tongue into his mouth.

he gasps but regains his composure.

“what an idiot.”

you think.

“he’s my idiot, though.”

you smile into the kiss.

kylian lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeper.

let’s say… y/n & mbappé had quite the time.

and yes, they’re together. happily.

i hope you enjoyed this, it’s my first fic so let me know in the comments if it’s good or bad. i take all sorts of criticism. this is simply for fun. also, i take requests so leave them in the comments.

#kylian mbappe #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe fic #mbappe imagine #kylian #foryou #football #mbappe psg #enemies to lovers #world cup #k. mbappe #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine

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leefl00f · 7 months

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Can I request tickles for Doll, Yeva and Doll's dad (GLITCH give this dude a name!)? I feel like these three are getting a bit slept upon.

It could be some family fun, cheering up or whatever you wanna do dear. ^^

Of course you don't need to do it if you don't want to or don't have the time for it. I completly understand.

Knights and Dragons

By LeeFl00f

Summary: Doll and Yuri (Doll’s dad) get bored, so they decide to play a “prank” on Yeva, only to discover that the solver holder really needed it.

Ft. Doll, Yuri, and Yeva

Note: I couldn’t decide on whether I should write playful tickles or cheer up tickles, so I decided to do both (✿◠‿◠)! Also within this fic, Doll is around 7-8 years of age and this is my first time writing hurt/comfort so please forgive me if I did anything wrong. And here’s your request Sisterpaw! Thank you for being so patient with me!^^

Hope you all enjoy!

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Warning(s): Mentions/implications of (robot) death, Survivor’s guilt (?), this is a sfw tickle fic. Don’t like, keep scrolling

DNI N$FW/F3T!$H accounts!!! 🚫🔫

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Doll stifled a giggle as she hid behind her stuffed bear, clutching a small toy sword and a couple of plastic gold coins. She had successfully stolen them back from the beast that had hoarded them all to himself. However, the beast had woken up before the little hero could escape with the gold, leading Doll to her current situation.

"Where are you, little hero?" a raspy voice teased. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

The droneling tensed up as she heard his voice. He was way too close for her liking. She peeked her head out to see his brown, leathered back facing her, only a few inches away.

Doll let out a gasp as she ducked back behind the bear, putting her hand over her mouth, silently hoping that the beast didn't hear her. Unfortunately, the beast did, and her only protection was suddenly yanked away from behind. The little hero whipped her head around to see the beast towering over her with hollowed eyes.

"Aha! I found you!" he boomed playfully as he tossed the bear across the room.

Doll squealed as she was quickly swept up from the ground and into the villain's arms. She looked at him with both fear and playful anticipation.

"You stole my treasure from me, you little thief!" he scolded angrily. "Where is it?"

Doll couldn't help but giggle, not taking the situation as seriously as it was. She knew it was only her Papa playing with her; it was a game after all. He could be a bit sillier when he was playing, making Doll lose the seriousness of it.

"You dare to laugh in my face, you pitiful mortal?!" the beast boomed again, poking Doll in her sides as he spoke, pretending to be angry with her.

"Eehehehehehe! I can't hehehelp ihihihit! You're tihihickling mehehe!" Doll giggled out.

The little hero was able to wiggle out of his arms and land back on the ground. Doll stood up now with her sword pointing at the beast.

"Enough games, monster! Your reign of terror ends here!" Doll said bravely.

"Ha! You think that puny metal toothpick will stop me?" the beast laughed. "Many before you thought so and ended up paying with their lives."

Doll flinched at his words but stood her ground. The sword she had wasn't like the others; it wasn't weak like he said.

"Well, this sword is special. It has the power of friendship!" Doll shouted.

She raised the sword up to show him its might by making it reflect against the light. The beast's eyes hollowed at the sight of the sword, now realizing that he might not survive this battle.

"No, no! That's impossible! I thought it was only a legend!" he quavered, stepping backward to the edge of the bed.

"Well, soon you'll be a legend yourself!" Doll jeered.

And with that, the hero lunged at the beast, tackling him onto the bed before stabbing him in the chest and making the final blow. The beast shouted out in pain, reaching his hand up in the air before his hand slowly fell where the wound was. He dramatically groaned and went limp.

There was silence in the room until the droneling sat up from her father’s chest and shot her arms up in victory.

“Ha! The silver knight is victorious once again!” Doll smiled

Yuri chuckled as he sat up as well, almost causing Doll to tumble off him. Yuri picked her up as he stood up from the bed.

“Yes my little hero, you defeated me. Again.” Yuri chuckled “Anyways, do you want to play another game with Papa?”

“Can we play with Mama?” Doll asked perking up

“I’m sorry princess, but Mama’s still working on those reports.” Yuri sighed softly

“Aw, but Mama’s been working all day!” Doll complained as she crossed her arms with a huff

It was true, Yeva has been working on the reports for a while now. Ever since the two came back from another successful rescue mission, Yeva has been awfully distant from almost everyone, including Yuri. They were both given a week off to rest from it, but Yeva kept working as if she was back at the office. Earlier that week, Doll had wanted to play Knights and Dragons with her, but claimed that she didn’t have time to do so. Luckily, Yuri offered to play with their daughter while she worked.

That was a couple days ago, Yuri tried everything to get Yeva to rest for the week, he even promised to take her out to dinner. But she kept insisting that she was alright and that she didn’t need any rest. If only there was some way to get Yeva away from those data pads.

Suddenly, an idea generated in his processor. Yuri couldn’t help but grin evilly at the thought. Would this loosen and cheer his wife up? Yes. Could he possibly get beaten to death by her afterward? A fifty-fifty chance that could happen, but it would be all worth it in the end.

Yuri placed Doll back down and then knelt on one leg to get to her level. He leaned close to her so she could hear what he was about to say next.

“Say little knight, how about you and I defeat a grumpy dragon together?”

-In the living room-

Yeva was currently sitting down on the couch, typing away at the data pad in front of her. She had been working on these reports for a couple of days now, it was starting to frustrate her. For training and mentoring literal soldiers, none of them could make a good paper on their mission.

But it is Yeva’s job to correct any errors in the reports, she was the general after all, the best of the best. She sighed as she continues to scan and correct the errors.

Meanwhile, Yuri and Doll both poke their heads out from the entrance of the living room, watching the female drone as she works. It looks like she hasn't noticed them yet.

"Alright, Doll. Remember the plan, I'll go distract the grumpy dragon while you wait for my signal. Got it?" Yuri whispered

“Got it!” Doll whispered back, giving her father a thumbs up

The little droneling crawled quietly as best she could behind the couch in position.

Earlier, Yuri had explained that a grumpy red dragon had taken over the living room and that they needed to stop her with a special spell. However, the spell would only work if Yuri could distract the dragon first, and then signal for her to strike.

The Worker was nervous since Yeva had the ability to sense when something was going to happen thanks to the solver she had. But this was his only opportunity to get Yeva to take an actual break from her job, there was no backing down now.

So, Yuri walked towards the couch where Yeva was and sat beside her.

“Hey.” Yuri greeted

Yeva turned her head towards him and paused her typing for a moment, not saying anything at first before turning her head and going back to work.

“Hey.” Yeva greeted back, not breaking eye contact with the data pad

“Sooo, how’s the work coming along?” Yuri asked, trying to keep the conversation as causal as possible

“Eh, could’ve been worst, at least I wasn’t stuck with any stubborn ones.” Yeva deadpanned

“Hm, that’s funny coming from you, the most stubborn woman I ever laid eyes on,” “And the shortest.” Yuri joked, which earned him a punch in the arm

“Ha ha! Ow! I was joking!” Yuri said rubbing his arm

“Shut up! I’m average height!” Yeva proclaimed chuckling a bit

“Anyways, how’s the little game Doll came up with? I heard some monsters were being slain back there.” Yeva asked

“Good actually, the little booger went to sleep afterwards. Had to put her to bed.” Yuri replied

“And you wanted to hang out with me?”

“I mean, there isn’t any other Worker I would want to hang out with,”

“Plus, I don’t really feel like going out and taking pictures. I’m too tired.” Yuri added

“Of course you are, old man.” Yeva chuckled

The two sat in silence once again, with the acceptation being the beeps of the data pad every time Yeva typed in something in the device. The stillness went on until Yuri spoke again.

“So…about the recent mission, I noticed that you were more distant than normal and I was wondering if you…want to talk about it?“ Yuri asked

Yuri was aware that there was a high chance of his wife saying no to the question. Typically, she preferred not to discuss certain matters if they were bothering her to this extent. Pushing too far could potentially make her aggressive, which Yuri was trying to avoid.

“Listen, I know that the last mission was…upsetting, but I really want to help you Yeva. So please, talk to me.”

Her typing slowed to a stop. She stared at the dimly lit screen before sighing and hanging her head. Yeva looked up to see her husband’s timidly smiling face. She couldn’t bring herself to be mad at him, he was only trying to help her feel better after all. Even when she was at her worst at that time, he still chose to help her.

“The rescue mission could’ve been better…” Yeva stated

“Better?” Yuri repeated, confused

“When I had accidentally slipped in that puddle during the fight. Had you not stepped in, we all could’ve been captured or worse.” Yeva explained

“And some of those idiots for soldiers could’ve had us killed multiple times throughout the mission!”

Yeva balled her fists out of frustration before relaxing them again.

“I just don’t want to lose anybody else in this war, everything has to go according to plan,”

“It was my fault that those two soldiers didn’t make it last time.” Yeva grieved

Yuri slowly reaches out his hand towards hers, gently pulling it towards him and cupping it in his hands. Yeva flinches from the touch, but doesn’t stop him. She looks down at her hand, remaining silent as he stroked her hand in a comforting manner.

“It wasn’t your fault Yeva, they sacrificed themselves so that the rest of us can live to see another day.” Yuri said

“But I could’ve done something to help them.”

“Sometimes, you just can’t save everyone in war, and that’s okay.” Yuri said

“I just want to help our people Yuri, I want to keep our Doll safe.” Yeva said

“I know, that’s one of the reasons why I love you.”

Yuri gently pulled her close into a hug, her back against his chest. He began to stroke her short, thick hair as he tried his best to comfort his wife. Yeva leaned into the touch as she rested her head on Yuri’s chest. It didn’t take long for her to melt into Yuri’s touch.

“Are you feeling any better?” Yuri asked while still stroking her hair

“A little, but I’ll manage.” Yeva replied

“This was nice, but I still have work that needs to be done.“

Yeva got up from Yuri only for him to pull her back in a tight hug. She tried to get up again but to no avail.

“Uh, Yuri you can let me go now.” Yeva insisted still trying to get out of Yuri’s gentle iron grip

Yuri chuckled in response. He knew that Yeva was probably going to go back to her work, which meant the plan was going to work. After all, he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon either way.

“Oh no, you’ve worked long enough. It’s about time I reveal the real reason why I came here,” Yuri said mischievously

“What do you mean?”

“Now’s your chance Silver Knight!”

Swiftly, Doll emerged from behind the couch and leapt onto Yeva, causing her mother to let out a grunt of discomfort.

“Doll?! Yuri what are you two doing?!”

“We’ve heard that there was a grumpy dragon in the living chambers that needed cheering up,” Yuri explained

“And the only way to make them happy is by a laughing spell!” Doll added

Laughing spell?

Oh no…

Yeva put two and two together before she stared to struggle again to get away. This was a trap, and she fell right into it. Yuri knew that Yeva wouldn’t struggle as much with their daughter on top of her in fear of hurting the droneling.

“Ugh! Yuri you jerk! Let me go!” Yeva shouted

But her demands fell on deaf ears as Yuri continued with the act.

“Woah! Silver knight, I think we need to do the spell now! I can’t hold her for long!”

“No! Doll don’t you da-hahahahre!”

Doll began scribbling with her tiny fingers on Yeva's torso. The young droneling then focused on her sides, causing her to thrash even more while in Yuri's grip.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha! Dohohoholl! Stohop!” Yeva giggled

“Sorry Ms.Dragon, but we need to complete the spell so you can be happy again!” Doll said while going for a bad spot

Yeva shrieked as she threw her head back. She looked up at Yuri, who had an ever so smug smile plastered on his face. Yeva glared at him through teary optics, however, her smile gave away the intimidation.

Seeing this as a challenge, Yuri decided that it was time to help Doll out with the “spell”. After some time, he tells the droneling to stop, which Yeva was grateful for as she went limp in her husband’s arms.

“So ‘Ms.Dragon’, are you feeling any better?” Yuri teased

Yeva didn’t say anything, but it was clear that she was not happy about Yuri tricking her into this predicament. But he didn’t mind, he knew that she wasn’t really mad at him, it was only a silly game after all.

“Hm, it seems like the grumpy dragon is only getting grumpier! How about I help you with the spell little knight?” Yuri suggested

“Okay!” Doll beamed

Yeva didn’t have time to react as Yuri quickly grabbed both of the solver holder's hands before lifting them above her head. The worker then shifted them into one hand so that his other hand was free.

“Now listen up Silver Knight, the only way for the dragon to be really happy is to get their really ticklish spot,” Yuri explained as Doll listened

“Take this as an example.”

“No, wait no please Yur-EEEHIHIHIHI!”

The worker couldn’t say her plea in time as Yuri began to lightly dig into Yeva’s exposed ribs causing her to almost buck Doll off. Luckily she was able to latch onto her sides, but it still caused the girl trouble to stay on as her mother continued to thrash around.

“I could use some help here little knight!” Yuri chimed

“Oh sorry Papa! Let’s make this dragon happy!” Doll grinned as she began to target Yeva’s sides once again.

The solver holder was bombarded by skittering digits and pokes all over her body. They tried different places to see how she would react, which always resulted in her shrieking or squealing with laughter as a new ticklish spot was discovered.

Yeva couldn't do anything but laugh as her strength left her due to her earlier struggle, accepting her ticklish fate as they continued. She didn't know how much time had passed since the "ambush", probably a good ten or fifteen minutes, but those minutes felt like hours.

After a while, Yeva couldn’t take it anymore. Tears of digital mirth began to prick in the corners of her optics as she tries to get the two to stop.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! YURHIHIHI! DOHOHOHOLL! M-MERCY! PLEHEHEASE!” Yeva howled

Yuri and Doll look at each other before looking back at Yeva with playfully raised brows.

"Hmm, are you happy now?" Yuri asked, as he continued to tickle the area between her back and sides.

“YEHEHES! I’M HAHAHAPPY!” Yeva shouted out

“I don’t know Papa, she doesn’t look fully happy to me, we should keep tickling her!” Doll chimed

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! Hic! NOHOHOHO!” Yeva protested

“No, the dragon’s had enough for now, let her up.” Yuri said

With that, they both stop their attacks, allowing Yeva to finally rest as she fully went limp in Yuri’s arms with a groan. She looked up only to see their smiling faces above her. Yuri helped her sit upright as she still recovered from any lingering tickles.

“Do you feel any better Yeva?” Yuri asked as he rubbed her shoulder gently

Yeva glared at her husband, but soften her gaze. If she was being honest, it did help her relax a bit from her work and her thoughts about the rescue mission. But she was still upset about the fact that she fell for such a silly trick that she should’ve seen coming. Yeva snapped out of her thoughts as she felt a peak on her cheek.

“I’ll take that as a yes, ‘but i’m too angry to admit it’” Yuri chuckled, which earned him another punch in the arm

“You’re unbearable, but it really did helped.” Yeva said, she grunted as Doll glomped her again

“So you’re not grumpy anymore? The spell worked?” Doll asked

“Of course the spell worked! You two saved me from eternal grumpiness!” Yeva smiled as she returned the hug, earning a few giggles form her daughter

The solver holder then opened her arm for Yuri to join in as well, which he happily did.

“Thank you both.” Yeva said

“You’re welcome my sweet.” Yuri said

The male worker was about to get up, but found himself unable to. He tried again, but to no avail, and it looked like he wasn't the only one struggling either. Doll was trying to get out of Yeva's hug as well, but her arms didn't budge.

“Uh, Mama, you can let us go now.” Doll said as she continued to squirm around

Yeva only chuckled at their attempts to break free. She readjusted her grip on both of them before showing a toothy grin.

"Oh, but you're mistaken! Thanks to you, I'm feeling very hungry and ready to devour some adventurers. And it seems like I have two of them firmly in my grasp." Yeva chuckled

Both Yuri and Doll looked at Yeva horrified as their struggling escalated. The solver holder only chuckled at their futile attempts of escape.

“And I think I’ll start with you.” Yeva playfully growled, pulling Yuri closer to her so that she can “eat” him

“Ah! N-now Yeva…let’s talk about this! We can settle this like grown, responsible ad-hahahaha! Nohoho stohohap!” Yuri couldn’t finish his sentence as Yeva nibbled the crook of his neck

Well, there was a fifty-fifty chance that Yeva would get them back; after all, she wasn't the type to let things go easily, especially when it came to tickling.

Fin :)

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Extra note: I’d like to thank you all for your patience in the making of this fic, during the few months of school. I wasn’t able to get the chance of finishing it earlier bc of this! But I’m really glad that I was finally able to finish it today with the help of some really kind people. :)

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Anything and everything you feel, I am prepared to hurt :))

Here’s some Rain angst. This was hard to write because it was all hard to describe. I guess CW for generally depressing thoughts.

Rain isn’t sure why he feels like this. He’s taking everything the wrong way, it’s all out of context. He knows he’s being irrational but he can’t stop. It’s like the brake lines have been cut.

Every look, every word, every gesture, it feels like a knife. Taking little slices out of him all day long. The way that everyone stopped and looked at him when he accidentally stepped on his own patch cord. Not only did the sound cut out but the deafening screech it made when he brought the cord back up to the input. Forgetting to turn the volume down first.

When Dew slipped on the water he left all over the tiles in the bathroom and wiped out, slamming his knee on the edge of the bathtub. Rain tried to ask finger was okay, but Dew’s eerily quiet response of “yes, just close the door” and the consequent swearing he heard through it confirmed that it absolutely wasn’t okay. Dew had already asked him to use the bathmat “that was literally hanging over the bathtub.” But he forgot.

He knows he’s being too sensitive. But is he? What if that’s what he tells himself and thus doesn’t correct his behaviors adequately. Are his apologies just forcing the burden of forgiveness onto everyone else? Is he even sorry, or does he just want to be absolved if his own guilt.

He decided to lay down, maybe sleep would shut down the intrusive thoughts - that he was irritating everyone with his carelessness, that they were angry with him, that they hated him. Because it was pathetic to ask, and he knew it. So he pulled the blankets over his face and put a pillow on his head and tried to shut out the world.

When he woke up, the room was dark. Immediately his stomach twisted with dread and regret. His tendency to sleep the day away had been remarked upon a number of times. He mistook their concern for criticism. That he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, that he would feel better if he just went outside instead. Fresh air and sunlight would give him what he needed.

But they were really saying why are you so lazy? How can you be so useless? There’s something wrong with you. No one needs that much sleep. And then he looked at his phone. Missed texts. Rain, are you coming? Rain, it’s your turn to help with dinner. Rain, are you sleeping again? Rain, I guess we’ll start without you. Rain, it’s ready. Rain, we left a plate for you on the counter.

He dropped the phone on the floor, like it suddenly burned to hold it. He picked it up and noticed the hairline fracture across the glass. Again. He did it again. So clumsy. This would be the 3rd time. And he wouldn’t ask again, to repair it. He couldn’t bear to see the irritated look on Papa’s face.

He considered leaving the room, to get the food. Because hunger was tying his stomach in even tighter knots. But would they all be there? Watching him sneak past the doorway like a criminal? Because he was embarrassed.

Of sleeping all day, and shirking his responsibilities, and breaking his phone, and causing Dew to get hurt, and not being able to keep time at all after he caused the assault to everyone’s ear drums. And what kind of bassist couldn’t maintain a 4/4 time signature? He was sure he threw everyone off.

Maybe he could just wait here, until everyone went to sleep. But no, they set food aside for him, and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful. They probably already thought he was. Considering that message had arrived almost two hours ago.

He slinks through the hallways like a shadow. He knows which floorboards creak, his feet maneuver around them, a sad little dance he’s rehearsed so many times. The crescendo, slipping past the doorway and hoping no one sees him.

And they don’t, or at least it appears so. No one calls his name. He swears he feels eyes on him anyway. He watches the cool light of the tv dancing on the walls in the hallway. He stands there in the dark, eating cold food with his hand. Too afraid to open the drawer and allow the clattering of cutlery to give him away. He wants to wash the dish, it’s the least he could do. But then he’s be discovered for sure.

He holds his breath as he traverses the expanse of most floorboards again, by the time he reaches his door, his lungs are on fire. And nausea hits him like a sledge hammer to the stomach. He ate too fast. He barely makes it in time.

Now he has something else to be sorry for. He wasted the food he was too useless to help prepare. He knows Dew will come eventually, he doesn’t want to be found. He falls asleep braced between the wall and the tub.

He wakes up to warm hands on his face, a voice pleading with concern. He doesn’t want to hear it. He doesn’t deserve it. He just wants to sleep. He allows himself to be led to the bed. He hopes the day doesn’t chase him down in his dreams, but it always does.

#I kind of hate this but I spent time writing it so I guess I’ll post it #have you ever tried to be a shadow?#have you ever snuck around your own house like a criminal?#idk if this is what you meant by angst #tw depression?#midnight moth writes #midnight moth asks #midnight moth answers #cw depression #cw anxiety #cw intrusive thoughts

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