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12 hours - Angus Macgyver

Synopsis: when you are taken hostage, Mac has to figure out a way to find you, though with feelings involved it's not like any other case.

Warnings: violence, kidnapping, mentions of blood, torture/drugging, angst, fem!reader

You're front door flung wide open was Mac's first warning. The lack of your presence in the home was his second.

When he'd arrived with coffee in one hand, and his car keys in the other he hadn't expected it, and as a frown set deep into his features, the hairs rose on the back of his neck.

His voice rang out, oddly loud in the empty house, only to hear no answer back from you. Silence, from every room. Mac wouldn't have been so concerned had you been different people entirely, but you weren't, and what you did for work warranted a need to watch your back at every corner. Mac wasn't so good at watching his own back, but watching yours had always been his specialty, which is why the fact he didn't see this coming, cut so deep.

The broken lampshade in the living room, and the crimson that had long ago soaked into the carpet brought more fears to Mac's mind than he could count, and the speed at which he raced around the house looking for you was unmatched to any pace he'd set before. The first phone call he made was to your cell, which rang in the upstairs bedroom without you to answer it. The second was to Jack, who picked up after the third ring with an irritated groan.

"It's eight in the morning man, what d'you want?"

"Listen, you gotta calm down. You can't think straight when you're like this, and we need that big brain of yours if we want any chance of finding her." Jack has a calloused hand placed firmly on Mac's shoulder as they stand in your empty bedroom. Mac doesn't need a reminder on the importance of staying calm. It's how he's survived his whole life, how he's managed to keep Jack alive to this day, and how he's managed to save you more times than he can count.

But he isn't calm, at least not now. Mac's gaze is locked on the top drawer of your dresser, where you'd allowed him to move in some of his things the month before. Some trinkets, a few shirts, though he can see one of them strewn on the floor in the corner after a rushed discard of it in this very room a few nights before.

"Did I ever tell you we were moving in together?" his voice comes quiet, distracted as his eyes scan over the room. Before he can spiral further Jack's hold on Mac's shoulder grows tighter and he spins the blonde around to face him

"Quit using that past tense bullshit." The man snaps his fingers, loud, in Mac's face, cutting through the harsh thoughts running rampant in his mind. "Y'all are moving in together whether you like it or not, and when we get her back, you better start packing your shit."

Mac can feel the pain welling in his chest, before he pulls himself out of Jack's hold. He takes one deep breath in and holds it for a moment, the air in his lungs one thing he can control. And then he's focused enough to think, and to plan. He's ready to find you.

You can feel a dampness on your clothes, and while you're unsure if it's water or sweat, it brings a coolness to your skin. There's a sound akin to dripping somewhere to your left, and faint traffic in a direction you can't quite make out. It's dark, and it stays that way even after you open your eyes.

You're not at home anymore, that much is clear, but you're not alone either, and as your eyes adjust to the black you can make out the picture of a figure before you, leant against the wall in waiting.

"Tired?" it asks, voice full of enjoyment. A sharp plastic digs into your wrists, and if you were to hazard a guess, cable ties would be the closest you could get to what was restraining you.

You don't respond to whoever sits across from you, and despite the fear begging you not to, you close your eyes again.

Faking sleep is better than being forced into it by a harsh hit to the head, something you assume happened earlier by the aching you feel. And it's certainly better than torture or interrogation—something you can see coming from a mile off.

"No, no, I don't have the patience for games." The voice has come closer, though you hadn't heard the footsteps, but before you can even out your breathing, sell the lie, your nervous system forces you awake. Water, ice cold, covers every inch of your body, weighing you down as you gasp from its contact.

Your eyes are open again, and you can see your captor, which isn't any luck on your part. It's almost a definite that you'll be disposed of now, once all is said and done.

A singular light is on above you, a bright, irritating presence. And now, as you cast your gaze to your surroundings, you see the various tools displayed on a tray across the room. A scalpel winks at you, as do many other shiny metals.

You wish you'd never woken up.

Mac sits in the war room alone, scanning through security the footage Riley had gathered hours ago. He can't see a thing—or rather, he can't see you—in any of the frames.

On the quiet Suburban street where you lived, cameras weren't needed. Which rendered almost every tape Riley had pulled from the systems closer to town useless. And the more Mac looked through each one, his eyesight began to blur. Perhaps the footage wasn't the problem. Maybe it was Mac himself.

Angus MacGyver had never not had an idea in his life. He was a quick thinker and always had been. Yet, here he was—trapped in the large expanse of a government owned building and surrounded by technology that should have been assisting him—with no plans worth speaking aloud.

Mac found himself standing from his chair, heart beating at a furious pace. It was as though he couldn't get air into his lungs, and the breaths he did take seemed to burn, his anxiety acid to his insides.

He can hear his own gasps for breath in his ears, frantic and rapid, and for a moment, he thinks he might be dying. He can see his phone light up on the rooms center table, next to the bowl of paperclips, now half empty. But the phone makes it all worse, as with the notification and the device lighting up, he can see you.

Trapped in the phone, you sit grinning on a couch, Mac beside you with your legs in his lap. The lock screen is a moment in time, yet he can still remember everything that happens after. He remembers Bozer snapping the picture, and can recall his own hands, pulling you into his lap moments later. Mac remembers you, laughing into his lips, tasting of beer, and the icing from Jack's birthday cake. It feels like his chest is shrinking now as he sinks into the memory, mind sucking him into it before pushing him back out into the now. He doesn't know where you are, if you're alive or dead, and the burn of panicked tears comes quickly. His gasps increase in volume as he slides down the wall to the floor, and with the blood pumping hard in his ears, he can hardly hear the door open.

"Woah, woah, Mac!" Jack is on the floor with him in moments, a firm grip on both his shoulders. "Breathe man, in and out."

Mac tries, he really does, but everything inside him spills over. He's an overflowing sink and it's so unlike him, as if grief has taken hold long before he can confirm he's lost you for good.

"I don't know where she is, Jack." There's anger in his words, fear forcing it out of him, and in his peripheral, he can see Riley and Maddy in the doorway.

"I know, man. It's tough, but we're gonna find her." Jack's support does nothing to soothe him, and Mac finds himself pushing the man back, scrambling to his feet.

"Really, Jack? Because it doesn't feel like it. We don't even know how long she's been missing. How long did it take before I even realized she was gone?" Mac has forced himself to face the window, as if he can hide himself—his pain, no matter how clear it is—from his coworkers. His friends.

"Mac, this isn't on you. There's no way you could have known what was about to happen." It's Maddy, though Mac still refuses to face her. He can hear someone step forward, and by the rustle of a leather jacket, he knows it's Riley.

"This was never your fault, Mac."

"I didn't know she was missing. I should have known." He can hear the crack in his own voice as he tortures himself from the inside out. And then he yells, an agonizing sound full of anger and resentment as he turns, swinging his hand out to knock the glass bowl of paperclips to the ground. It shatters, as does Mac, and his friends rush to hold him up before he can fall.

Maddy sends him home after that, though that doesn't stop his racing train of thought. Bozer orders him take out that he can't bring himself to eat, and he waits for you, as if by pure will he can cause you to form in the doorway.

He tried to wrap his head around who would have taken you, but the list of suspects is too long. Was it revenge on you they were seeking, or was the plan to cause Mac pain in this very way? Was it something to do with the foundation as a whole or one singular person? Every mistake Mac has ever made forms in his mind, but none of them fit with the story he's put together.

The open door, the blood on the carpet, the broken household items. Your phone left behind, coffee pot empty as you waited for Mac to arrive. Your bed wasn't made, and Mac could picture the day you would've had had things gone right. It's dark out, but Mac can't sleep. he stands, and despite Maddy's orders, leaves the house.

You're cold, shivering in a shirt that isn't yours. It's one of Mac's, checkered and blue, paired with pajama shorts that do nothing to conserve your body heat. But having something of his right now gives you comfort, a reminder that he will be looking for you.

The room has looked the same for all the hours you've spent within it, and you have no concept of time in its confines. Whether it's night or day, you can't tell, but no one told you that the scariest part of being held captive, sometimes is the fact that you don't know how long you have been.

When you see the man again, your vision is blurred and you can hardly bring yourself to speak. There's something in your bloodstream now, a drug given to you by the stranger, that keeps you weak. A hallucinogenic that makes it almost impossible to decipher what is real and what is not.

"Do you remember me?" the stranger calls. He's organizing his tools across the room, black gloves making gentle sounds with each movement.

It's hard to breathe, let alone to speak. "No."

You're sure that's not the answer the man wants, but it's the truthful one you can give to him. You can hear his footsteps now and they echo loud in your eardrums, increasing the headache you already have.

"Think a little harder. Look at me, go on."

You raise your head, though it feels too heavy for your neck, and do as he says.

"Do you remember now?" there's a lack of emotion in his features, like he's made of metal and wires beneath the skin that pulls him together. But you can't put his face into full focus. Maybe it's the drugs, or the tears of frustration that pull themselves to the front of your eyes, but you can't remember seeing a face like his.

"No." It's a struggle to keep eye contact, but you hold out. "I don't remember a single thing about you."

The man lets out a grunt—at least that's what you make it out to be—before wandering back to his cart of metal devices. They're all surprisingly clean, and in between the items, you can see a syringe. A fresh dose of whatever drug you're already pumped full of.

You think the man is going to reach for it, but instead he picks up one of the many other tools. It's sharp, and you can tell it's going to hurt.

"Here's someone we both remember. Angus MacGyver. Does that ring any bells for you?" he's brought the knife, if you can call it one, over to your side, but you flinch at Mac's name more than the cool touch of the metal.

"Who?" You can hardly keep your head up, but if there's one thing you won't do, it's betray the man you love the most.

The knife stings as it digs into your bicep, and burns further as it's dragged all the way down to your forearm. There are tears and screams that leave you along with it, but you doubt anyone can hear. The sleeve of Mac's shirt has been torn in the wake of the cut, and your blood will stain the fabric forevermore.

"Angus MacGyver," the man speaks the name again once your screams have subsided to mere whimpers. "now, a little birdy told me a secret about you and him. D'you wanna know what it is?"

"I don't know any man by that name." You're curled in on yourself as far as you can go with your hands restrained behind you, the pain unbearable as it courses through your arm.

"Forgive me if I'm overstepping here, but you don't look like the kind of woman to buy oversized men's plaid." He tugs at the fabric of your shirt, pulling you back to sit upright. "There is of course, this too."

Slowly, you peel your eyes open. The man has pulled his own chair up to sit in front of you. It's made of old, splintering wood, and you don't understand how you hadn't seen it before. In his gloved hand, he holds a picture. Printed on glossy paper is an image of you and Mac, and unhelpfully, the photo has captured him, kissing you as though his life depends on it. Which he did often.

You're stood in an alleyway, Mac's hands gripping you tight as your own are tangled to great lengths in his hair. Next, the man shows an image of Mac, seated on a barstool with you in his lap. You both hold half empty beers with grins wide on your faces. You are shown picture after picture of you and Mac together, holding hands, kissing, laughing, and even fighting, all taken from some unknown point of view. But the last photo is one you recognize. It's shows Mac in the same blue check shirt you wear now, holding you close. He's looking down at you in the picture with the utmost affection, whilst you send a toothy grin to the camera. The photo is aged, with fuzzy edges, well loved just like the people it holds. It's the photo that has sat on your bedside table for years, and now it lies in the hands of someone who doesn't deserve its memories.

"Now we're all caught up, let's talk about our mutual friend." He's picked up the knife again, your blood still dripping from the blade.

"I don't know that man." you don't know why you're persisting when all the evidence lies in front of you on hard concrete flooring. You're buying time at best.

"Well you know his tongue at least. What, with it having been down your throat and all."

You don't respond to that, and a laugh escapes the dimly lit figure in front of you. He's moved back to his cart, eyeing up each and every violent item he could use to pull the words he wants from you.

"MacGyver knows me, even if you don't." The man picks up a cloth and wipes your blood from his gloves. His pace is slow, teasing. "He's a hard man to hurt, with no mother, father, siblings. So how do I get my leverage?"

The silence presses down on the both of you, and he's waiting for something. His eyes cast over you expectantly in a way that makes your skin crawl.

"Do you wanna take a guess?" He asks finally, brandishing now a new weapon, this one worse than the last. You don't answer, head sinking down in defeat, the drugs are wearing off, but you're still tired, and the feeling of your own blood flooding out of you isn't easy to handle.

The man takes his seat again, with the new blade in one hand and syringe in the other. "Men like him are weak for the women they love."

Mac had ducked under crime scene tape many times in his life, but doing so to enter your house was something he had never done before. It was dark in every room, Mac fumbling his way up the staircase in the black. He knew his way around the place by now, and he'd slammed into every door throughout his years of being your lover. He could probably recall how his back felt pressed to the wood of each one, whilst you kissed him fiercely, from memory.

When he makes it to your bedroom he reaches for the light switch, the bright yellow making everything clear. Your bedsheets, creased and pushed to the edge of the mattress, some of your clothes in a pile on the chair. Mac hadn't noticed before though, the empty picture frame on the bedside table. He can't remember a time when the frame wasn't taken up by his favorite picture of you, and now the lack of it jars him.

He's moves fast once it registers, and picks it up delicately. The frame is perfectly in tact, but it lacks the presence of your smile within it and it doesn't take long for Mac to race his newfound evidence to the phoenix foundation. When he arrives, what should be a dark, lifeless building, is lit up with people bustling about inside. The doors are unlocked and Mac isn't stopped on his way down to the lab like he thought he would have been.

"Hey, Mac!"

Jack. It's always Jack.

"Maddy sent you home amigo." He catches up fast, chasing Mac down the hall, though Mac can't stop. He slips into the elevator hoping to leave Jack behind, but the man pushes his way inside right after him. "What you got there?"

Mac has the lightest hold on the object in his grasp, afraid to damage what little information could save your life. "It's a picture frame, from Y/N's. Whoever took her could have taken the picture that was inside." It sounds so inconsequential when he says it out loud, the 'could have' in the sentence echoing out.

"So you're thinking you can check the thing for fingerprints." Jack confirms, nodding as the doors to the elevator open up to the lab floor. Bozer and Riley sit at one of the desks, scanning through what looks to be even more security footage.

"Mac," Riley's eyes are wide, and Mac can tell by the way she's scanning over him that he doesn't look well. His hair is disheveled from how many times his hands have anxiously raked through it, his eyes tired yet somehow wide awake. "We didn't think you'd be back till tomorrow."

Mac doesn't answer but instead places the frame down on the table. "We need to check the fingerprints on this, now."

But before any of them can make a move to do so, Bozer takes a sharp breath.

"Jack, you need to get Mac out of here." His eyes are fixed to the computer screen in front of him, and when Riley slides her wheeled chair over to peek at screen, she stands abruptly.

"What? What is it?" Mac pushes forward, but Riley blocks his view.

"Mac, I really don't think you should see this." She's placed her hands on his chest, trying to coax him backward, and without need for explanation, Jack grasps onto Mac's shoulders. He's trying to tug him out of the room, Mac realises.

"If you've found something, I deserve to know what."

Jack's fingers dig deep into Mac's shoulder blades, grounding him to the spot. "I don't know what they've found either, brother, but if they think you shouldn't see it, I stand by 'em." He tries to guide Mac away again, and the look on Riley's face tears him apart. Her brown eyes hold sympathy and a kind of fear he had yet to see from her.

"Riley," Mac's voice is surprisingly steady considering the waves he feels inside. "Just tell me one thing. Is she dead?".

She looks over at Jack, and they exchange silent words, though, Mac can't tell what exactly they are. "I don't know, Mac. I don't know."

There are tears that well in Bozer's eyes when Mac glances to him, and in a second, he's broken free from Jack's loosening grasp. He slips past Riley toward the computer, and he's choked for air the second he sees it.

It's a video file, sent to Bozer's email, currently paused. In the frozen image, you sit slumped in a chair, the rest of the room dark around you. There are cuts and bruises littered on every inch of skin that Mac can see in the dim light, and behind you, pinned to the wall is a collage of photos. Mac can just make it out from the blurry footage, the picture that had once been in the frame beside him stuck right in the center, above your limp body.

"Play the video, Bozer."

Mac can all but whisper it, his voice caught in the silence that lies between every pair of lungs in the room.

Bozer does as he's told despite hesitation and shaking heads from both Riley and Jack, and in moments, the footage is rolling.

Gravely words come from somewhere behind the camera, anger within them, and a kind of amusement too.

"She's not dead. I know that's what you're thinking. But she's not. Yet. Every cut was carefully placed, painful, yes, but not immediately fatal. She's losing blood, Macgyver. So it won't be long. 12 hours. Trace the email if you want. Take the easy way out. I won't be here either way. For what it's worth, I hope you don't make it in time. Then you'll know how I felt."

The audio cuts out, and the video comes to an abrupt end, the screen embraced in black.

Mac allows himself time to stand there, to think it over. His hands shake as he runs one through his hair, and he feels Jack's grasp on him once more. Mac flinches, a rage once unknown to him boiling in his stomach.

"You were right," he says finally, cutting through the quiet. "I shouldn't have seen it."

Thanks to Riley, Mac knows exactly where you are in minutes. He doesn't give the others time to stop him once he knows, and he's never raced down the Phoenix halls quite so fast.

He's burning rubber on the drive over, and when he finally makes it to the abandoned subway station, he doesn't think about the danger he's in. It's clear whoever has you really wants him, and he has nothing but an army knife on his person. Not that that had ever stopped him before.

He runs down every passage and checks every maintenance room he can find, tripping his way down every staircase. The hallways echo and groan, and with every sound he flinches, wondering if it could be you.

When Mac reaches the end of the station, he's at a loss for words. You're not here, or maybe he's missed something. Maybe Riley was wrong. He crouches down in defeat at the end of the tunnels, head bowed and breathless. He doesn't know why he does it, but he shouts, voice hoarse and dry. He's done a lot of that over the past day, even though he doesn't have the time to. His own voice echoes back to him, bouncing off of every surrounding wall. It sings down the tunnels and into the darkness, and it's all Mac has left. He leaps off the platform and onto the tracks, daring to walk down with only the light of his phone to guide him. The subway no longer runs, the tracks dusty after years of no use, yet it still seems dangerous.

Mac scans his phone's torch light over every crumbling wall, more than one rat squealing as they run from his fast-paced steps. He dares to call your name into the darkness over and over, hoping the sound of you will be a guiding light. He's hopeful, and with that hope comes pain. He doesn't hear you shout back like he prayed you would, even when he does so again and again.

Silence. Other than his own steps and the sound of his desperate breaths. Silence. Other than the crunch of dirt and debris under his boots. Silence. Other than the scream. The scream that finally echoes down the tunnel, pounding Mac at full force. Silence. Other than the sound of you.

His name echoes out of the black, your voice pulling him into a sprint as Mac continues to call to you, begging for your answer. He's closer now, close enough to hear your sobs behind the stone. You're behind the walls, Mac realizes, and he can't find the way in.

He's pummeling the solid rock, as if with his fists alone, he can break it. There's nothing he can use to help him, unlike many missions before. He's improvising with himself and himself only.

There is blood on Mac's knuckles from each slam of his fists when he decides to try a different approach. The bones in his hands still ache as he slides his palms along the wall, pushing on every crack he can find in the dark. He calls to you again, just to make sure you're still with him. Still alive. But this time you don't answer. It feels as though his heart may be constricting in his chest, like the ribcage that holds every important part of him has shrunk two sizes. He calls out again and is met with another round of quiet.

When Mac feels air, cold against his hand he knows he's found it. The way to you. He pushes hard against the stone that blocks his path, and the weight on his chest decreases, if only for a moment. And then he's in yet another tunnel, though this time he can see a light at the end. It's dim and seems to fade in and out as he moves. And when the tunnel opens out into a room Mac has never seen, the light sits like a halo above your drooped head. You're covered in patches of red. Blood, some dry, and some still dripping from the open parts of you.

"Hey, baby, can you hear me?" Mac is now knelt at your feet, Swiss army knife slicing easily through the ties that bind you. He fears for the worst when he places three fingers against your neck, checking for a pulse that is there, but weak. With every touch Mac's hands become coated in a new layer of your blood, warm liquid coming from behind ice cold skin.

"That's it, open those eyes." His voice is soft as you begin to stir, fear layered beneath his quiet tone, and Mac is tearing up his shirt in seconds for fabric to bind your wounds.

For a moment, he allows his gaze shifts to the wall behind you, where hundreds of photos seem to be pasted to the wall. Along with the one from your bedroom, the pictures contain nothing but you and Mac together. Every date night, fight and hidden moment not so private anymore.

Your eyes are open now, though your gaze is foggy, and Mac watches the tears run silently down your cheeks. He's trying his best to stop the bleeding of every cut and gash in your skin, and forces himself to focus entirely on the movements of his hands.

"You know, it's not as bad as it looks."

Mac is moving frantically to preserve what should be inside of your body when you say it, and when he looks back up at you, your eyes have closed again.

"Eyes open baby," He squeezes your hand as he continues to work, "keep them open for me." It's occurring to Mac now that he can't possibly cover all of your wounds, and that soon, he's going to have to carry you out of the room, whether you're bleeding or not.

"When were you gonna tell me you have a bunch of holes in you, huh?" He tries to send you a smile with the joke, but his voice cracks midway through the words.

"oh, I didn't notice." your chest rises hard with what Mac hopes to be a laugh, though a pained one. "I'm sorry for getting blood on your shirt."

"Shirts', plural" Mac corrects, gesturing to the pieces of fabric he has now wrapped around your wounds. "But don't worry about that, c'mere."

He's up on his feet now, and reaches out to pull you into his arms.

It's hard, and the howl of agony that leaves you in your attempt to stand is piercing, even with all of your weight held up by Mac. You're panting heavily, even after the majority of the pain has subsided, and Mac feels guilty about the next step in his pitiful plan.

"Just keep breathing, honey." his grip on you is tight, despite the fact his fingers press down on your injuries. "I'm going to pick you up, okay? On the count of three, bridal style."

"I was hoping we could save that for the wedding." The joke doesn't quite land, considering the sobs you mutter it through, but Mac forces a chuckle anyway. He adjusts his hold on you, placing a kiss to your temple as he does.

"On three, ready?" Mac can feel you grip him tighter as he says it, and his own heart races at the thought of hurting you. "One, two—" The three is lost amongst your cries as Mac lifts you into his arms, and he doesn't flinch even as your teeth sink into his shoulder out of sheer pain. Sobs wrack your body as Mac takes the first few steps out of the room, trying to be as careful as he can.

"I know, I'm sorry, you're doing great. Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths." He knows he can't put you down now, not until you're safe and outside, but without torchlight to guide the way Mac is seeing blind. He walks with caution through the darkness, wasting time with the snails pace he takes, and just when he thinks he's going to have to re-evaluate this plan of his, go back and make a headlight from the scraps in the room, Mac hears something up ahead. The sound of many shuffling feet, conversation, and then finally the calling of Mac's name and yours. It's his friends, Jack, Riley and Bozer, with their own torches some way up the tunnel.

"We're over here!" Mac shouts, desperation breaking the notes he speaks. "I've got her, we're here!"

Mac can feel your cries of relief into his chest, and as the lights up ahead get closer, Mac can't help but shed tears too. He's relieved, and as the beams shine brighter, he spares a glance to downward. You're looking up at him when he does, gasping through your own sobs, with a smile on your lips. And he smiles back, genuinely this time.

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AN: I was supposed to post this two days ago for our boys birthday but that plan kinda went out the window when the doubts crept in.

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ravenn-darkholme · 2 months

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Permanent Price chapter 1

Alex Summers x Mutant!OC

Summary: Isabella Darkholme, sister of raven Darkholme and Charles Xavier. Also a mutant. Her mutation allows her to blend in with the light rays, turning herself and whatever she's touching invisible. word count: 1280 warnings: none that I know of

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Isabella couldn't help but sigh softly as she watched her brother talk up another girl, not because she was jealous, but because she was bored of the same thing every time. She and raven always just sat back and watched him. Bella tried to talk to people - boys and girls - but Charles would always step in and pull her out. It was like he didn't want her to be happy. But she knew he was just caring for her and making sure she didn't get hurt, even though she was never able to even ask the person's name, that's how fast he was.

Raven could see the bored look on her sister's face so she thought she would distract her.

"Wanna' play truth or dare?" She asked making Bella smile. Raven was always the child. She loved playing games, whether it was board games or hide and seek. She just loved being a child. Especially playing tag or just chasing her other half around with a spider. Isabella loved that about her sister though, she never lost her sparkle.

"Sure." she dimly said.

"Okay, truth or dare?"

"dare." Belle loved playing this with raven, no matter how old they were she loved it.

"mmhm, okay. I dare you to go behind the bar and mess around with the bartender."

"ok, but I dare you to mess up Charles's date with that girl." She said with a smirk.

"That's not how the game works but fine."

Bella moved to the bathroom and turned herself invisible, whilst raven went over to Charles and the girl he was with to introduce herself. Bella went behind the bar and started tricking the man tending to a customer. She knew she had a limited amount of time before Charles would find her out so she knew to make it count. She created a tapping noise on a glass behind his ear to start with. He instantly turned around and walked through her. Thankfully she could not only turn herself invisible but anything she touched, she also could phase through objects and people when she was invisible.

Then she started whispering near his ear. Watching him freak out was hilarious to raven. This was not the first time pulling pranks like this. They really were children at heart and Bella loved it. Charles turned to look over at raven and Isabella's table. He saw raven smirking and looking to a specific spot behind the bar. He then looked over to the table raven was sitting at and saw that Bella wasn't there. That's when he knew they were pulling their little pranks again and decided to step in. He excused himself and walked near the back of the bar where he assumed Bella was.

Isabella, are you behind the bar again?

shit.

no. Why would you think that Charles?

because I see raven smirking and you aren't anywhere near her table. She is also looking at a very specific spot where there isn't anything to laugh at. I also know my sisters very well.

Bella sighed and walked to where Charles was and made herself visible again.

"Right. Get raven we are going." He said sternly.

"Look I'm sorry. We just wanted a bit of fun." She said softly before going to get raven.

"Yes, well you can have fun in different ways. There was no need to expose your mutation like that. What if you couldn't hold on long enough and someone saw you turn visible? what then?" He was clearly disappointed in them but she didn't care anymore. He wasn't the owner of them they could do what they wanted.

"He's mad at us again." She said to raven before walking back off to Charles and out the door.

"Don't talk to me. You did that on purpose." He said angrily once raven caught up with them.

"I did not! Why would I do it on purpose? We were just playing a game!"

"Yes, you did!"

"And you, that little stunt you pulled-"

"You know I can't control it sometimes if I'm stressed or tired."

"You seem to be doing a perfectly good job right now.-

"Mutant and proud." Raven started, imitating the girl Charles was with.

"What? Or is it only with pretty mutations or invisible ones like yours and Belle's? But if you're a freak, you better hide." Bella knew raven hated her mutation at times. Though bella thought it was a beautiful one, Raven never thought of it that way. Any time Isabella tried to tell raven she would just storm off and wouldn't talk to her for a whole day. She grabbed her sister's hand and squeezed it to comfort her.

"You're being ridiculous. I don't mean to sound like an old fart." -"Which you are."- "Sometimes. But we've talked about this, Raven. A small slip-up is one thing. A big one does not bear thinking about."

"Mutant and proud? If only." Raven said walking off and dragging her sister with her

That night, when they got home Belle went straight to her room without saying goodnight. She was sick of Charles deciding what she was able to do. She knew he was only caring for her but sometimes it got out of hand. She'd never had a boyfriend - or girlfriend, not like that was hardly allowed - or even her first kiss! And she was done. She wasn't going to let Charles dictate what she did. It was her life and she was going to live it.

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Raven and Isabella sat quietly in Belles's bedroom, surrounded by silence. The air was thick with emotion as they both struggled to find the right words to express their feelings. They did this now and then. Sat together talking about their mother, childhood, or just in silence.

Finally, Raven broke the silence. "Do you ever feel like she's still here with us? Like she's watching over us?"

Isabella nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "All the time. Sometimes I'll be doing something, and I'll feel this presence like she's right there beside me."

Raven reached out and took her sister's hand. "It's funny, isn't it? How we can feel her presence so strongly, even though she's been gone for so long."

Belle sniffled and wiped away a tear. "I miss her so much. Sometimes I feel like I can't go on without her."

Raven squeezed her hand gently. "I know. But we have each other, we have Charles, and we have her memory. She may not be physically here, but she lives on in us, in our memories, and in the love she gave us."

Isabella looked up at Raven, her eyes brimming with gratitude. Raven smiled sadly.

"I wish I could take away the pain, but all I can do is be here for you, and honor her memory by living the best life we can."

Isabella nodded, a sense of peace washing over her. "You're right. She wouldn't want us to wallow in sadness. She'd want us to be happy and live our lives to the fullest. And NOT hiding or being scared of our mutation." She stated to her sister, sternly.

Their mother always made sure they were proud of their mutation. And she promised them that one day they wouldn't have to hide it.

Raven stood up and pulled Isabella into a tight hug. "That's right. And we will. Together."

authors note

italic is charles and belle speaking in their minds :)

this is a book that is on my wattpad gravity-barbie and all chapters are released on there rn!

dont forget to vote && comment !

#xmen fanfic #lucas till #alex summers #alex summers x reader #suestorm #jessica alba #xmen #xmen x reader #alex summers x oc #raven-darkholme

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horsechestnut · 11 months

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Scientifically Proven, Chapter 7: Replication

Technically speaking Max was his date, they’d all agreed that was the best plan. Obviously Max and El couldn’t go together, and no one was going to understand if Lucas tried to tell them he was bringing both girls. Max had offered to, in her words, very dramatically dump him in the weeks leading up to the dance so he could take El and do the whole public dating thing with her for awhile, but at least for now El had turned the offer down. Maybe next year, but prom was restricted to juniors, seniors, and their dates. After almost a year in a coma and the time needed to adjust once she woke up, there had been no way Max could rejoin her original class, leaving her a year behind the others. Which meant one of the guys would have to take her.

Max had been sure Dustin would be willing to take her as a totally platonic date, or even Will, but El had insisted she wanted the two of them to have this. She’d assumed she’d be going to prom on her own anyway, and it wasn’t like they wouldn’t still be spending the time together. As long as Max still came over to get ready, which she’d agreed to immediately, she’d insisted it was fine with her.

#elumax #lumax #elmax #hopclair #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #elumax fanfic #lumax fanfiction #elmax fanfic #hopclair fanfic #max mayfield #bi max mayfield #el hopper #pansexual el hopper #lucas sinclair #bi lucas sinclair #I wish I could say I deliberately waited till the first day of Pride to post this #but tbh I've just been having one hell of a week #just finished editing this afternoon

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dinosaurswant2rule · 11 months

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I saw the spiffing gif by the ever brilliant @levy-tran and they reminded me of MacDesi day 2023!!!

So therefore I've update a bunch of my Mac/Desi fics :D

Please comment, tell me what you think, these two will always have a place in my heart

For those who haven't read it, Mac wakes up in a world where he has become Murdoc, this is whump heavy so if not your bag, I suggest you skip!

@macdesiprompts

@macdesigifs

@lunar-beauty

@giallos

@swiftletinthecloud

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lolajones · 2 years

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Se você chegou aqui, provavelmente é fã de Scooby-Doo e eu tenho uma coisa pra você:

Velma costumava dizer que um bom mistério sempre tinha um pouco de perigo. Mas, o que eles não sabiam é que, quando um serial killer chamado de Demônio Negro chega em Baía Cristal, uma tempestade se recairia pela cidade.

Com as mortes, pistas chegam as mãos da Mistério SA, assinadas por um misterioso "Senhor E" e revelando um padrão: nenhuma morte é aleatória. Todos são culpados.

Numa corrida contra o relógio, Fred, Daphne, Velma, Salsicha e Scooby vão ter que resolver o mistério e parar as mortes, antes que seja tarde demais.

Mas, antes de salvar a cidade, eles têm que salvar a si mesmos.

YES!!!! SCOOBY DOO FANFIC!!! 🔞

Temos muito Fred × Daphne content, Salsicha maconheiro, assassinatos sangrentos, a Velma sendo icônica, e claro, Scooby! Vem conhecer nossos personagens:

Fred Jones é um jovem destemido que tem duas obsessões: armadilhas e uma certa ruivinha (não que ele perceba). Durante a jornada, Fred vai ter que aprender a lidar com seu passado conturbado e seus sentimentos, antes que perca as pessoas que ama.

Daphne Blake não é apenas um rostinho bonito, é uma inteligente e teimosa integrante da Mistério S.A. A vida toda Daphne sentiu a pressão para ser perfeita, mas, para lidar com a nova ameaça e salvar vidas, ela vai precisar aprender a colocar a si mesma em primeiro lugar e buscar forças interiores que ela nem sabia que existiam.

Velma Dinkley estava acostumada a ter os Mistérios na palma da mão de toda sua inteligência, mas não dessa vez. Agora, ela vai precisar contar mais que com seu cérebro, uma vez que os assassinatos ficam mais e mais perigosos. Ela vai precisar superar seus próprios medos e traumas, ou dessa vez, não resolverão esse mistério.

Salsicha Rogers, além de ser um piadista crônico, é um fiel fumante de maconha. Ele não achava que isso era um problema, não até isso colocar sua vida em risco. Com um novo monstro mais assustador do que ele já viu na vida, Salsicha terá que encontrar na sua coragem forças para ajudar seus amigos.

E temos nosso dog preferido, Scooby Doo!

Se interessou? Vem ler no wattpad. Espero vocês! 🔦

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How come "books are books, shows are shows, do whatever you want w characters" doesn't apply to B*lly? Not trying to start drama, just genuinely want to understand. Is it because he's a bad guy I can't reshape him into something I'd like and ignore what's "canon?"

Oh boy Nonnie okay I'll try to be really clear but it probably won't come out super legible. I'm putting it under a read more because I don't wanna clog up my dash w a long explanation (which knowing me it's going to end up being) I also want to say that all of this is MY opinion. I'm no one's ultimate judge, I'm just a guy on the internet who writes stories.

All that to say, this is why I think that fundamentally the idea that Eddie's sexuality and Billy's racism can be manipulated in fandom on the same level is really flawed.

Overall I think that the point of fan fiction is personal enjoyment. Ultimately you're creating something with yourself as the audience in mind. If not, then I don't really get it. So, for you, maybe it can mean that. Do I personally agree? No, but I can't stop anyone from creating something and putting it online. That's the whole point of ao3, no bars, no barriers. When you start putting that kind of wall in place, a slippery slope starts to form, so even if I would never personally partake in some forms of fanfic, I get why it's important to have a place where any kind of fic can exist. Back button exists for a reason, block button exists for a reason, curate your own online experience.

I'm not gonna be the person who says like if you like Billy you're a garbage person, because like that just isn't true? The two aren't automatically associated. Do I think that people who want to erase that part of Billy should maybe examine that urge? Yeah, but I think we all need to look inside and see where systematic racism might make us think things are more acceptable than they should be. I also can't understand people who want to give Vecna a redemption arc, or the people who think Sn*pe was just misunderstood. Regardless, we're all works in progress, and 90% of people to me are capable of learning more and growing and seeing where they might be working with a bias. I know I definitely have my own too.

I personally just will not give him redemption of any form or reshape him, because to do so seems to be disrespectful from my point of view to real life people. I'm not a person of color, Billy's racism is at the forefront of his character, so for me to reshape that and erase it in a fanfic feels like I would be ignoring a serious thing and pretending like that never happened, when it exists in our society in a major way. There isn't a point where Billy's racism ever gets resolved. In fact, the whole thing gets dropped completely in s3 which seems like a really terrible oversight by the Duffers. It's used as a plot point when it was convenient, which is messy and wrong.

But All of that is just background to your real question here which I believe is this-

Why is it okay to change a character's sexuality, but not their bigotry?

For me, I don't really like to equate the two? I think that the idea that someone's sexuality is a 'flaw' that needs to be reshaped is kinda problematic, and we also don't actually know Eddie's sexuality. Everyone can say what they think till the cows come home, but at no point did we get 'Eddie is confirmed gay, straight, bi, etc. etc.' EVERY single interpretation of Eddie's sexuality is someone shaping canon as they see fit right now.

With Billy he is confirmed racist. He is 100% undoubtedly a racist. Not even someone who used to be racist who learned and repented. He was always racist and tried to commit a hate crime against Lucas (I would argue that he did, because holding a twelve year old up against a wall and threatening to kill them because they're black and they dared to want to get to know your sister feels like a hate crime to me) The only reason he didn't seriously hurt Lucas was the fact that Steve stepped in. That's it. He was going to assault a child for his race.

To compare ignoring that to playing with a character's sexuality feels....mm I just strongly don't agree. I don't exactly have words to explain, but I really don't.

I think there are things you can change about characters easily. You can change their sexualities, their ages, their genders, their backstories, but to fundamentally erase something like that just doesn't line up for me.

No call out here Nonnie, I appreciate that you wanted to ask and be open, but this is my question for people who want to change Billy that way- What is it about Billy that is so compelling that it feels necessary to change that part of him? Why is Billy the character you *need* to write for?

Jonathan is a fantastic big brother who has a ton of issues and was abused by his father. If you're having the hankering to try and examine a flawed big brother, he's right there.

Eddie is an outcast (and strongly implied that he comes from an abusive home) and if you're looking to try and write about that, he's right there.

Steve is the character that has actually GONE through the redemption people always try to give Billy. He said slurs and did bad things, and almost immediately went to make amends for them when he was able to acknowledge he did the wrong thing.

Billy never even apologized. He hadn't changed by the time he died, and no I don't think sacrificing himself was some major change. I think that a villain can be tragic without needing to retroactively make them a better person. Billy is a flawed and broken person. Yes that probably relates mostly to the way he was raised and the fact that his family was violent, but that doesn't excuse it. The Byers have an abusive home, and at no point does Jonathan act the way Billy does. I think they're really good foils to each other on what can happen with a big brother.

Anyways this was a really really long answer nonnie, but I hope I got it across why I really disagree with that stance. If anyone was offended or upset, know that wasn't my intenion, and feel free to let me know.

#tw racism #tw homophobia #tw abuse #tw child abuse #asks #anon #answered #I don't wanna tag him but also #yeah guys this is about B*lly #Anyways I was hesitant to answer this at all so #hopefully this doesn't bite me in the ass lol

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Stranger things headcannons!

.Will has a mixtape of queer coded songs

.El "teaches" Max how to paint, Max doesn't have the heart to tell her it's really not good

.Mike and Will struggle to verbalise love due to the environments they grew up in

.Mike's love language is touch, he will often press kisses to the back of Will's neck when he's painting or bump their knees/arms when sitting together

.Will's love language is gifts, he's always painting things for Mike or (when he has the money) will by him things he thinks Mike will like

.Jonathan and Dustin get along really well

.Lucas is the only person max will let cuddle her when she crys

.Max likes the red sweets, Lucas likes blue. This is a hot topic for the both of them, they give Dustin the other colours

.Robin had a crush on crissy at one point

.Steve acts so protective of the kids because he wants to be the person younger him would have needed

.Crissy would have liked metal music

.Mike at Will was bathed together when they was little

.Mike and Will take showers together, not in a sexual way but in a "I'm extremely comfortable and confident around you" way

.El absolutely LOVES spicy food Joyce can't handle spice but makes the food spicy anyway

.Hopper gives piggybacks to El

.Max is blind now

.Dustin has tried to teach Max to use echolocation

.Lucas helps Max to skate, he tells her where bumps are, where to turn, when to stop ect...

.Will has forced El,Joyce,Jonathan and Hopper to play DnD

.Murray visits Joyce at least once every 6 months

.Whenever Murray passes a burger King he buys a cherry slurpy because it reminds him of Alexei

.Joyce only buys the green pumpkin buckets because it reminds her of bob

.Dustin smokes weed, suzie is NOT a fan of this

.Lucas always talked to Max in her coma, Max heard everything

.Will and El do "childish" things together as they both lost their childhoods

.El is a surprisingly good skater

.Mike and El read comics together

.Will and Jonathan get high together and discuss life pretty much every Friday night

.Argyle and Jonathan have kissed, not out of attraction, just because they could

.Nancy and Robin liked each other but was too scared to say it

.Robin and Steve come up with a list of the "perfect" things to say/do on a date

.Mike,Dustin, Suzie,Joyce,Robin and Murray are autistic

.Lucas and Will have had a spontaneous(and really bad) dance off

.Mike hates swimming

.Nancy and Robin got together after they got Murray'd

.Dustin walked in on Will and Mike making out once

.The party is very supportive of byler

.Hopper has a weird hate for carrots

.Mike has made a lot of "Will the wise and his staff" jokes, Will says he finds it embarrassing/annoying but secretly thinks its funny

.Suzie and Dustin met up in real life and spent most of it talking about science and the Internet and loved every second of it

.Erica makes her girl my little pony's kiss eachother

.Erica has a crush on her best friend who's a girl

.Lucas knows about said crush but won't bring it up till Erica does

.Max loves singing to herself

.Mike collects DnD things, literally ANYTHING to do with/reminds him of DnD

.Steve's favourite ice cream is strawberry

.When Will was younger he'd hold a pillow against him in bed and pretend he's was sleeping next to mike

.Suzie practices kissing on her pillow

.When she does this she turns the Jesus figure around

.Mike has tried to do the Michael Jackson lean, failed, and fell flat on his face

.El likes to plat Mike's/Max's hair

.When Hopper found out Mike was dating Will he said "not again wheeler!"

.Mike and Will now say "not again wheeler!" as an inside joke

.Wills favourite animal is a mink

.El is vegetarian

.Robin always bumps boobs with Nancy, Nancy thinks this is extremely odd

.Suzie writes fanfics in her diary

. Dustin and El get along really well, he loves explaining things and she loves learning things

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indiekidsau · 3 months

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Chap. 24- Forest of Nightmares

(Late) Happy New Year! Long time no see! It’s been a while since I updated this lovely fanfic! I wanted a bit of a break to plan the next couple of chapters! Plus I did have an idea for this chapter, but I ended up changing it! Might reuse some of the old ideas for a future fanfic or chapter!

I feel like now it’s time to introduce a new group of characters to the Indie Kids lore.

Big thanks as always to @gigilefache for beta reading!

Enjoy!

It was Friday, and that meant another camping trip with the Indie Kids. Hat Kid had fun on the first one and suggested to the group if they could go camping every month on Friday. The group agreed.

However, this trip was different as Lucas decided to join them. After their last camping trip, Lucas announced he’d be joining them in hopes of keeping them safe.

“Ah! The perfect weather for another camping trip!” Kel sighed.

“It truly is!” Hat Kid agreed. “Thanks for coming along, Mr. Prince.”

“No problem.” Mr. Prince replied. “Alright, who wants to come with me to get firewood?”

“I’ll go!” Michael announced. “I’ve always collected firewood.”

“Thank you, Michael. Anyone else wants to join?” Lucas asked.

“Could I go?” Hat Kid asked.

Lucas nodded, “of course!” He exclaimed.

Hat Kid cheered and she went up with Michael and her teacher. The three walked away from the group and went to a clearing where some branches and wood were laid out.

Hat Kid picked up a couple of sticks till she spotted something in the corner of her eye. In the distance, she saw what looked like two kids in the distance. They didn’t look like anyone who went to the school unless someone took their kids camping and they were just exploring.

The kids in the distance turned around facing Hat Kid, who was shocked. Hat Kid rubbed her eyes and the kids disappeared.

“You okay, Hat?” Lucas asked.

“Y-Yeah just saw two kids in the distance and they just left.” Hat Kid replied.

Lucas looked at where Hat Kid saw the kids and too saw no one there. “Hmm, maybe a family is camping out here with their kids.”

“That’s what I’m thinking too.”

Lucas smiled and patted Hat Kid’s shoulder, which made her smile. “Come on, let’s bring this wood back to camp.” He said.

Hat Kid nodded, and along with Michael made it back to camp with their teacher. By the time they made it back, everyone got their tents up and camp officially started.

By sundown, Michael started the fire and everyone decided to warm up before eating. Lucas brought food for everyone which included sandwiches and chips as well as marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars to make s’mores.

“Alright, I got turkey club, tuna salad, as well as peanut butter and jelly. Who wants what?” Lucas announced.

“Did you put it all in one sandwich?” Hat Kid asked. The group looked at Hat Kid in disgust. “I’m joking, guys!” She laughed.

Lucas chuckled, “No, but you can have the first pick of sandwiches.” He offered.

Hat Kid smiled and took out a peanut butter and jelly for Bow and a Tuna salad for herself. “Here Bow. PB and J for you.” She said handing the sandwich over to her sister.

Bow smiled and took the peanut butter and jelly. “Thank you.” She replied. Bow unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite.

Lucas handed the kids a sandwich and while he did, the bracelet he got from Vanessa showed. This got Mu curious.

“Mr. Prince, what's that?” Mu asked.

Lucas looked at his charm and sighed, the kids already knew about his monster form, so telling them about Vanessa’s charm wouldn’t hurt. “It’s a stabilizing charm. You know, for my monster form.” He answered.

“Oh!” Mu exclaimed. “You mean in case you transform in school or anywhere else?”

Lucas nodded, “so far it’s been working.”

“That’s good!” Kel exclaimed, mouth still full with his sandwich. “Besides I don’t think Mr. Afton would like it seeing a giant worm on string teaching us.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes on his student. “Thanks, Kel.” He replied, deadpan. His form did not look like a worm on a string!

Kel smiled proudly before Aubrey elbowed him for his comment.

After the sandwiches were eaten, the campers decided to roast marshmallows for dessert. While they roasted marshmallows, Michael decided now was a good time to tell a scary story.

With a sigh, he started the story, “You know a night like this reminds me of Terry the Slasher.”

Evan almost choked on his marshmallow. “T-Terry the Slasher.” He shivered.

Michael nodded, “Oh yes.”

“Oh boy, here we go.” Hat Kid commented, rolling her eyes.

“He does this any chance we get,” Elizabeth whispered to her teacher.

“Really now?” Lucas replied. Elizabeth nodded in reply.

“20 years ago, there was a crazy killer named Terry the Slasher. No one knows his real name other than he wore a suit with the name Terry on it.” Michael started, speaking in a spooky voice.

Hat Kid yawned knowing this story won’t scare her. However, Evan and Bow held onto Lucas tightly scared of the story.

“Terry was known to come into campsites and hunt down his victims. He can take one, maybe two, or even a group of campers.” Michael continued looking at the group.

Basil was frightened and held on to Aubrey tightly who was also holding Sunny tight as well.

“Then one night! Terry the Slasher stumbled upon a campsite, fresh victims for him to kill. He quietly sneaks through the forest waiting for the victims to fall asleep. Once they were, his plan went into motion.”

Evan held on to Lucas very tight. Lucas looked down and held the young boy.

“However, before he could kill them. He didn’t realize these guys were hunters and suddenly his head was sliced off completely from their trap!” Michael yelled.

The group yelled and shivered. Bow felt uncomfortable feeling her neck as hearing that made her shiver.

“You think that’s the end of Terry the Slasher,” Michael let out a chuckle, which scared everyone. “Oh boy, actually his body was still alive, no one knows how, and he took one of the hunters and ripped his head to use as a replacement!” Michael yelled.

Basil felt sick and ended up fainting at the story. “Basil!” Lucas yelled.

The teacher went over to his student and checked if he got any injuries from fainting. Luckily, he was alright except for some dirt and leaves.

Basil started to come to and slowly got up, “did I fall asleep?” He asked, groggily.

“No, you fainted at Michael’s scary stories,” Mu said.

“Oh, again?” Basil asked.

Mu nodded in reply.

Lucas sighed and double-checked if Basil had any injuries, but he looked fine, still. “You okay, Basil?” He asked.

“I-I guess so,” Basil replied.

Lucas was relieved and gave a smile to the young boy. “I guess we should call it a night.” He said.

“Wait! Let me finish the story! It gets good!” Michael exclaimed.

“I think sleep is important before everyone gets nightmares,” Lucas replied.

Michael frowned, disappointed he couldn’t get to the interesting part of his story. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and saw it was Hat Kid.

“Think you can tell me the rest of the story?” Hat Kid asked.

Michael thought for a bit, “I don’t know. Don’t wanna give you nightmares.”

“Ha! You know me! I’m not scared!” Hat Kid beamed.

“That’s another thing. I’ll only tell those who are scared.” Michael replied.

“Alright, you two. Get some sleep.” Lucas said, ushering the two to their tents.

The two sighed and went to their respective tents to get sleep. Soon, the rest of the kids fell asleep in their respective tents.

A bit later, Evan couldn’t sleep thanks to his big brother’s scary story. He decided to go to Lucas’s tent and stay with him for the rest of the night. His tent was just next door, not a long walk. Evan grabbed the flashlight and left his tent to head to his teacher’s.

“Evan?”

Evan yelped and turned his flashlight to the person who said his name. However, he was relieved it was only Hat Kid.

“Oh, it’s you, Hattie. Why are you awake?” Evan asked.

“I just had to use the bathroom,” Hat Kid replied. “Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Let me guess, Michael’s story?” Hat Kid asked.

Evan nodded. Hat Kid gave a small smile and ruffled the little boy’s head. “Hey, it's just a story. Besides, nobody can be alive after going through something deadly.”

The young boy sighed feeling a little better. “Okay.” He said. “Could I sleep with you and Bow tonight?”

“Sure.” Hat Kid replied.

The two were about to head back until they froze. The two kids Hat Kid saw earlier were near the campsite.

Evan squeaked and hid behind Hat Kid. The latter looked behind her and slowly walked over to the kids. “H-Hattie no!” Evan whispered.

“Relax Evs. I’ll be fine.” Hat Kid replied, looking back at the younger boy. She then turned to face the other kids, reminding herself she was not scared and that these two were just kids like her and Evan. “Uh…hi. You're the same kids I saw earlier, right?”

The kids blinked before looking at each other and back at Hat Kid.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want to know you two.” Hat Kid reassured them.

The kids stood still as Hat Kid walked closer to them, which caused the kids to run away.

“W-Wait!” Hat Kid called out before chasing after them.

“Hat Kid, wait!” Evan cried out and went to chase her into the forest.

Evan's cries woke up Lucas who groaned and wondered what was going on.

During the chase, the kids proved to be faster and more skilled with jumping through trees and back on the ground. Hat Kid on the other hand had to use her Sprint Hat just to catch up to them.

Evan however, wasn’t the fastest and had to stop to catch his breath. “Hattie, slow down.” He said, trying to catch his breath.

Hat Kid turned around and saw the young boy was far behind, but looked back at the other two kids who were running further and further away from her. She had to choose to follow the mysterious kids or head back to help Evan. It was a hard choice, but ultimately she made the right one.

She ran back to Evan and pulled him onto her back. “You okay?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Hat Kid looked back and forth seeing the two mysterious kids get further away now, but saw camp wasn’t too far away. “Well, what do you want to do, Evs? Wanna catch up with the kids or head back?”

Evan looked back at the campsite before looking in the direction where those mysterious kids ran off. “We could head back.” He said.

Hat Kid sighed, she really wanted to meet those two kids, but knowing Evan was younger than her she didn’t want him to get hurt and decided to head back to the campsite to get some sleep.

However, the two got stuck in a trap and were hanging on a net.

“What the peck!” Hat Kid yelled.

“H-Hey! This isn’t funny Michael!” Evan cried, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

The two struggled to get free, till they felt a tug on the net. They looked up and saw the two kids in a clear view now.

The kids were a boy and a girl. The boy wore a paper bag with eye holes cut out to see and wore a brown coat.

The girl had shaggy dark hair and wore a yellow raincoat.

The boy shushed the two as his friend took out a knife and started cutting the rope.

“Quiet.” He whispered. “Let us help.”

Hat Kid nodded and held on to Evan in hopes of calming him down from his crying.

The girl cut the rope and with a snap, Hat Kid and Evan were free.

Hat Kid sighed, “Thank you.”

The girl nodded as if to say you’re welcome.

“I’m Mono and this is Six.” Mono introduced himself and his friend.

Six went to Hat Kid and Evan and smiled holding her hand out. Hat Kid took her hand and shook it.

“I’m Hat Kid and this is Evan.” She replied, introducing herself and her friend.

“H-Hi.” Evan stuttered.

Mono and Six waved at the two. “What brings you here?” He asked.

“Camping we do this once a month.” Hat Kid explained. “What about you two?”

“We live here.”

“With your family?” Evan asked.

Mono and Six looked at each other and frowned. “No, just us,” Mono said. “We never had a family.”

Hat Kid frowned, understanding how the two felt. “Same here.” She replied. “It’s just me and my sister.”

“Oh, I’d assumed Evan was your brother,” Mono stated.

The little boy looked up at Hat Kid and back at Mono and Six, “We’re not siblings. She’s just a friend of mine.”

“I see.”

Soon, the four heard a rustle coming from the bushes and Six growled and went up in front to protect her new friends.

“Evan!” Michael called out.

“Hattie!” Lucas shouted.

“Mikey!” Evan shouted back.

“Mr. Prince!” Hat Kid shouted back as well,

Michael and Lucas as well as Elizabeth and Bow appeared from the bushes. They were relieved to see Hat Kid and Evan were alright, except for Lucas who was in shock seeing the two other kids.

Michael ran to Evan and hugged his younger brother tight. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I'm fine!” Evan yelled.

Michael let go of the hug and glared, “Don’t scare me like that again you nitwit!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” The little boy apologized.

The older brother loosened his glare and hugged Evan back.

“You alright Hattie?” Bow asked.

Hat Kid nodded. “I’m fine, Bow.” She replied.

Bow sighed and hugged Hat Kid tight, causing the latter to hug back.

Lucas went over to Mono and Six and kneeled at their level. “Hi there. I’m Hat Kid’s teacher, Mr. Prince.” He said, calmly reaching his hand out.

Six growled as she held Mono close. She didn’t trust this man at all.

Lucas sensed the girl was untrustworthy of him, and he put his hand down. Six was surprised as she loosened her grip on Mono. “W-Who are you?” He asked.

The two looked at each other, and Six nodded to Mono giving him the okay to introduce themselves to the teacher.

“I’m Mono and this is Six,” Mono answered.

“It’s nice to meet you two,” Lucas replied. “Do you live here?” He looked around the forest.

“We do.” Mono then looked down. “But we don’t have a family.”

Lucas frowned, “o-oh.” He said. The teacher looked back at Hat and Bow who were talking and getting comfort from Michael.

“Well, we better get going,” Mono said. He took Six’s hand and started to walk off. “Good night!”

“Wait!” Hat Kid shouted, stopping the two kids in their place. “If you like, want to camp with us?”

Mono and Six looked at each other, but Six tugged on Mono’s sleeve begging him not to go with them.

“S-Sorry. We really need to get going.” Mono said.

Hat Kid sighed. “Alright, but if you change your mind you're welcome to join us.”

“Thank you. Good night.” Mono and Six walked off heading back to their home.

“Good night,” Evan replied, waving.

Once they were gone, Lucas and his students went back to the campsite for some needed sleep.

By sunrise, Mono was the first to wake up. He let on a yawn and saw Six looking out in the distance where Hat Kid and the rest of her friends were camping,

Mono smiled and walked over to his friend. “So, interested in joining them this morning?” He asked.

Six was surprised and jumped back before realizing it was Mono. She growled and punched Mono on the arm, which caused him to laugh.

“Sorry!” He apologized, chuckling.

Six sighed and turned back to where everyone was camping.

Mono sighed and sat next to his friend, “We don’t have to be alone anymore. I trust these guys more than anyone else,” he explained.

Six looked at her friend and gave a small smile and mumbled, “Are you sure you trust them?”

Mono nodded, “I do. I don’t think they’ll harm us.”

Six then held her hand out and the two started walking back to the campsite.

Meanwhile, the campers were having breakfast which was fresh fruit Kel brought with him as well as some leftover sandwiches.

“How about after breakfast why don’t we go on a hike before heading home?” Kel suggested.

“Fine by me,” Basil said.

“Same here!” Hat Kid exclaimed, her mouth still full of food.

“Kiddo!” Lucas snapped. Hat Kid turned to face her teacher. “Don’t talk with your mouth full!”

Hat Kid swallowed her food, “sorry,” she apologized.

“It’s okay. Just remember next time.” Lucas replied.

Hat Kid nodded and kept eating her breakfast.

Soon the kids heard a rustle in the bushes and saw Mono and Six come out. Those who didn’t meet the two froze like they were bears ready to attack, while those who smiled seeing their new friends.

“Uh, who are they?” Aubrey asked.

Hat Kid smiled and went to the two forest kids. “Everyone, this is Mono and Six.” She said introducing her new friends.

“Hi guys,” Mono said, calmly. “Um… it’s nice to meet you all.”

The group went quiet looking at one another before Basil responded. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Mono chuckled and gave a smile seeing the group welcomed them.

“Would you two like to join us for breakfast?” Lucas asked.

“Of course.” Six replied. Her speaking surprised Hat Kid as she hadn’t heard her speak since they met.

Six and Mono sat down with the group as Lucas handed them a sandwich and berries to eat.

“After we eat we’re going on a hike! You want to join?” Mu asked.

Six and Mono nodded in agreement. “Sure,” Mono replied.

The group smiled and enjoyed their breakfast. Once done, they packed up and decided to go on their hike.

As they hiked, Mono and Six lead the group as they’ve lived in the forest their whole lives, and they practically know this forest like the back of their hands. Once they were done with their hike, the group headed back to their campsite to spend one more night, this time with Mono and Six joining them for dinner.

While having dinner, Hat Kid decided to ask Mono and Six a question. “Hey, since you two don’t have a home, would you like to live with us?” She asked.

Six and Mono looked at the young girl, “Live with you?” Mono asked.

Bow Kid nodded, “Well you guys have been living in the forest for some time, and we figured you two could join us at our school.”

“S-School?” Six asked.

“Yeah, our school is fun!” Kel exclaimed.

“It’s mostly learning.” Lucas explained, “But it’s fun. After all, you kids keep me and most of the teachers on our toes.”

“Aww.” Hat Kid replied as she hugged her teacher.

Lucas chuckled and wrapped his arms around the young girl.

“Well, what do you guys do at school?” Mono asked.

“Everything!” Bow Kid exclaimed.

“It’s either gonna be fun or prison. It depends on how you see it.” Michael added.

Lucas chuckled, “No it’s not a prison. It’s a place to learn and have fun.” He reassured the two kids.

“Like I said, it depends on how you see it,” Michael repeated.

The teacher sighed and rolled his eyes in response.

Mono and Six thought about it, and Mono was interested in the idea of joining their new friends in school. However, the latter was nervous about joining the group due to too many haunting memories. Those memories played repeatedly in her head before she felt a nudge.

“You ok?” Mono asked.

Six nodded, forcing a smile on her face.

“So what do you think about joining the group?”

Six wanted to say no, but seeing Hat Kid and Evan’s face smiling made her feel forced to say yes. With a sigh, she nodded. “W-Why not. I’ll give it a try.”

Hat Kid smiled, “trust me. You’ll love it!”

Six gave a small smile and continued to eat her dinner. In truth, she was scared of joining the kids at the school, but something inside her told her not to worry and that she and Mono will be fine.

#indie kids #omori #a hat in time #hat kid #ahit the prince #fnaf #bow kid #aubrey omori #little nightmares #six little nightmares #mono little nightmares #fnaf evan #michael afton #mustache girl

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oqlixsreads · 2 years

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𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗵.𝟯

summary// y/n can see eddie drifting away so easily for someone else, how would he feel when he has to watch you go through what he saw with chrissy? or could he possibly prevent it?

warnings + content warning// angst, fluff, break ups, cursing, mentions of drugs, death, SPOILERS FOR s4, Imk if i missed some

a/n: i am so so sorry this took so long for me to post, also this isn't an insanely long fanfic. sorry if your tag isn't there for some reason usernames ain't popping up. this is gonna stretch to vol.2 bc i like being in pain.

please share this lol, i didn’t put tags at first i forgot, so it’s not gonna be underneath any tag lmfao

y/n wrote quickly, they had many notes to write with who knows how long time. finished with most of them, making sure to leave one for both grandma, and dad separately.

eddie’s note was saved for last, there’s not telling how long it would possibly be, and how much time it would take to write. so many words went through their head, that they would only be able to put on paper than say it out loud.

robin and nancy agreed to meet this Victor Creel, in order to see how he survived Vecna. “What do you think they’re writing?” steve said eyeing Y/n as they jotted down words, letter after letter. “Who knows. let’s just, leave them alone. for now.”

the two girls had left and then their were stev, max, dustin, lucas, and y/n. till they got up giving each of their friends a letter. “what’s this?” max questioned staring down at the envelope in her hands. “it’s just incase-” y/n took a deep breath in. “uh- just something’s i want you guys to know before i uhm. y’know.. die.” they swallowed the lump in their throat.

“y/n it’s going to be ok-” “no max it’s not. i’m going to die today, and there’s most likely nothing we can do about it but accept it.” “steve i need you to take me to my house then to lovers lake” he cocked an eyebrow. “uhm why?” they held up the remaining three of the letters. that said ‘grandma, dad, and eddie’. “no.” “no?” he shook his head. “the walkie-talkies might not reach to lover’s lake.” “yes it will.” dustin joined it.

y/n smiled at him. “no.” their smile dropped “steven i’m not going to spend my last day on earth in the armpit of mike wheelers basement.” “i don’t care.”

the group followed behind as they quickly walked out onto the street with the intentions of getting to their family, and eddie. “YOURE NOT GOING!” steve yelled after them. they stopped dead in their tracks beside his car. “unlock the door then.” steve sighed, when the car doors locked with a loud click.

as everyone was settling into the vehicle y/n could hear noises in the background, turning their head a bit they saw a clock staring back at them. they’re running out of time.

y/n walked through their home finding their grandmother cooking some food. “hey sweetie, i thought you were out with your friends today.” “yeah i was- i am. i just came to grab my uh walkman. i laid some letters on the table for you and dad.” their grandma looked confused. “letters? for what?” “just with everything going on i just-” they were cut off with while being pulled in by a hug. “there’s nothing to worry about.” y/n smiled sadly “yeah grandma, you’re right.” they tried pulling away but failed.

“can you let go now please?” trying to get away from her grip. “you’ll be gone soon y/n, make the most of it while you can.” “let go of me.” y/n’s body trembled with fear. they looked up only to see the creature? inside out human? the thing that would soon kill them.

“I SAID LET ME FUCKING GO.” wiggling out the grasp they fell onto the floor with a loud thud.

only to see that grammy wasn’t there, y/n was met with an empty and quiet house. they had been alone the whole time.

they quickly walked out the front door, not wanting to be there any longer. lucas caught onto their discomfort. “you ok n/n?” he placed his hand on their shoulder before they entered the car. “yeah, thanks lucas.” y/n turned their attention to steve. “you can go now.”

eddie heard a car pull up, and a door slam shut with a “make it fast.” coming right after. he saw his ex walking towards the house with something in their hand look anxious as ever. “hey, hey, hey. what’s wrong y/n?”

y/n took a deep breath, and took off their headphones trying to prepare themselves to give eddie this letter. their body shook slightly when they held their arm out. his wash was painted with a confused expression. “this is for you.” he took the envelope from their hand slowly opening it. “what’s this for? you- you’re scaring me.” his voice was shaky.

y/n took a seat on the steps with eddie following the action. “i’m gonna die today.” they tried to keep their composure, but to be fair how could you even say that without breaking down? but there was no point in sugarcoating it.

he looked utterly mortified, didn’t know what to say, couldn’t form words. the only thing that happened was tears forming the brim of his eyes. “what happened to chrissy, yeah. i’m next.” eddie couldn’t do anything but engulf them into a hug, squeezing them until they couldn’t breathe. “no. i can’t- i can’t lose you y/n”.

y/n hugged back, crying in the crook of his neck. “i’m not ready to die eddie.” both of their bodies trembled of what was next to come. neither of them were ready. none of their friends were ready to say goodbye to y/n.

eddie was confused, he felt helpless, how could anyone stop this. yes robin and nancy are trying to find a way to stop this but there’s no say in whether or not it would work.

he sat there trying to process the whole situation. was he really going to lose the person he loved the most?

y/n pulled away. “i need water, you can read the letter.” as they stood up the world around them changed. it was dark. it was scary. “y/n” it sounded like a voice was above them, beside them, in front of them. it came from every direction. but moving around in one circle there was nobody to be found.

i’m the distance they could make out a figure walking towards them. it was him. it was eddie. but deep down they knew that wasn’t their eddie. they knew the words that were to come out of his mouth are fake. “it’s finally time.” he was itching closer, with every step forward y/n took a step backwards.

they couldn’t keep standing there, they had to run, and fast. however the further they went the louder the voices got. y/n pasted by too much, to process where they were even at.

eventually running down some steps leading to a cemetery. they tried to catch their breath but had to stop for at least a few seconds, hiding behind a wall. seeing how much distance they got from “eddie” they turned their head around the corner only to vecna. “you can run all you want. there’s no escape.”

“Y/N? WAKE UP.” y/n’s friends stood around them shaking them violently. “C’MON SNAP OUT OF IT.”

eddie’s eyes were bloodshot red, he was shaking with fear as max, lucas, dustin, him and steve screamed at the top of their lungs trying to get y/n back to them. “CALL ROBIN AND NANCY. CALL ROBIN AND NANCY.” dustin never ran faster in his life to snatch a walkie-talkie yelling code red into it.

y/n carefully walked around the opened graves on each side of them.

they thought they were in the clear, and picked up the pace. y/n loss touch of the ground beneath them and started to fall insanely fast. falling onto presumably blood, now in a red area with random junk on the ground where two teenagers were plastered on pillars. fred, and chrissy. sat right there, eyes missing, jaw popped out of the socket, and limbs contorted.

y/n felt sick to their stomach, it didn’t help when things started taking them, and pulling them closer to a pillar. they struggled and tried hard to get out of the hold. but they were tired of running.

dustin ran to the group with cassettes in his hands yelling at max and eddie. “WHATS THEIR FAVORITE SONG?” he threw the songs onto the ground shuffling hoping to find a song that y/n loved. “what does this have to do anything.” dustin sighed angrily. “ITS JUST WHEN SOMEONE- ITS TOO MUCH TO EXPLAIN. TELL ME THEIR FAVORITE SONG.” “BILLIE JEAN, BY MICHAEL JACKSON.” both of them yelled at the same time.

y/n was wrapped around a pillar as well, their ears perked up when music started playing around them, i get to listen to my favorite song as i die?. reminding them of the time they and eddie listened and danced to it a while back. vecna was now in front of them inching closer and pointing at them.

“i told you i would catch up to you.”

in the distance behind him there was an opening showing their friends all in distress while they were lifted into the air. their eyes widened at the sight. he was directly face to face with them. “it’s time.” y/n couldn’t die without at least putting up a fight.

their heart was pounding with fear. they noticed a wooden plank out of the corner of their eye. snatching it and hitting vecna in the face with it making him stumble over, and making the vines go weak allowing them to get free.

hitting him one last time and spitting in his face. “screw you.” y/n ran for the last time seeing the people they loved afraid out of their minds. it didn’t matter how exhausted they were, dying was not an option.

random things started to fall from the sky, with hopes from vecna wanted them to fall only for blood to splatter onto their face and clothes. they could only think about the memories they had with all their friends.

lucas, max, will, and mike walked into Scoops Ahoy for y/n and steve to sneak them into the movie theater. “if anybody finds out about this-” “we’re dead!” the two older kids scoffed and looked at each other. “why do we still do this for them?” “because we love them steve.”

the time eddie and y/n danced witch each other in their room.

“i want to love you! PYT, pretty young thing!” y/n stared at eddie as he smiled at their enthusiasm towards this song. “you need some lovin’. tender love and care!” he joined it with them. sure this wasn’t his type of music mostly was the opposite, but he would do anything to watch y/n stay happy like this forever.

y/n curled up into eddie’s side when the music ended, and he tried to pull them closer to him, if that was even possible. “what song now?” he hummed at the question. “what’s that other song you go crazy for?”

y/n cocked an eyebrow. “Everybody wants to rule the World? Billie Jean? Rock with You? take your pick.” “mm i’m thinking Billie Jean.” y/n gasped out of shock “that’s my favorite song. good taste ed’s.”

the first time y/n officially got comfortable with eddie and allowed themselves to be free around him was the first time was when they played that song. Billie Jean.

“eddieeee dance with me. pleaseeee” y/n pouted at his stubbornness when he continued laying on the bed. he groaned but deep down inside he was nervous and all giddy at the fact y/n wanted to dance with him.

y/n was so close to the opening leading to their friends.

they were a mess. watching y/n sit in the air helplessly, all they could do is beg that this worked. y/n’s body dropped to the ground, eddie scooping them into his arms while max tightly gripped their arm and everyone else crowding around them.

they shot up, sucking in a huge breath of air with tears streaming down their face clutching onto eddie. “i thought i lost you” they tried to process what they just experienced, they nearly died. their body shook in his arms. “i’m here, i’m not gone.”

they all stayed at reeder ricks house for the night. eddie volunteered to stay up all night watching y/n, just in case something happened, he looked at them softly snoring, along with loud snores coming from the other side of the room. with that letter still in his hand,

slowly opening it.

dear eddie,

hi eddie, i’m not sure where to start with this. but i want to start off by saying i’m sorry, i’m sorry when you were trying to tell me how you still felt i dismissed it. i thought maybe, you were still confused about your feelings. you’re probably scolding me right now because i’m apologizing, and saying “it’s not your fault.” i feel like part of it is.

i wish i was able to say this out loud, but i can’t. it’s too hard to say it without breaking down. to be honest, i walked away because i was scared. i was scared that it would happen again, that you would find someone else and scared you would tell me that you don’t love me anymore. i wish i could read your mind because i never know what you’re thinking, sometimes i feel like you don’t want me, then you do, or you see me as just a friend.

i know. it’s stupid. i really do love you, more than anything. when you said you didn’t love me anymore, i honestly did not know what to think. i panicked, i was confused and hurt. by how blunt you were and how you said those words so easily. i didn’t know what to say. but i couldn’t stay with you, and i really wished that i could hate but i think we both know I’m not capable of that. however i do hate that i still love you. that i can’t stop loving you. it’s pathetic, i know.

if i die, and you’re reading this. please ed’s. move on, be happy. i don’t know if i’ll get the chance to say it in person, but eddie. i love you. if i die, i’m glad it’s going to be me.

if i’m being honest, i can’t live without you.

i’m sorry for all that sappy shit. do you remember when you took me on my first date? or our first official date. we went to the movies, Happy Birthday to Me. i was beyond nervous and excited at the same time. that was the first time you kissed me. thanks for head butting me by the way. i really appreciate it.

what about when i kept playing that one song over and over, until you eventually got annoyed, don’t lie you know it was getting annoying. it’s still my favorite song, i mean it’s been my favorite since it came out in. Rock with You by Michael Jackson. such a good song. how could you ever get annoyed? let’s not forget PYT now always a good one.

do you remember us dancing to Michael Jackson?! well i mean. what about that time where we snuck into a drive in movie, the movie SUCKED. at least we had fun watching the people around us scream for no absolute reason.

or when you let me dress you up in different types of clothes.

i practically forced you, but the two of us know you have fun doing it. i guess this is goodbye though.

thank you for the best months of my life.

i love you, more than you’ll ever know.

-y/n

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mayfieldss · 28 days

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Boyfriend!Mac x fem!reader

"We're supposed to be working." Your voice is muffled on Mac's lips, his kiss covering the words you speak like a blanket. He's a distracting man, and you a distracting woman.

"I know." He mumbles back, hand coming up to rest on your cheek. He also knows if Maddy caught you like this, bodies pressed together down in the phoenix lab, you'd probably be fired. But he can't help but take the risk. He hasn't had time alone with you in weeks, case after case coming through like wildfire. You're just as desperate to be with him, but you have a little more restraint.

"Okay, back to work." You sigh, pressing one final sharp kiss to the mans face. You can see the disappointment in his eyes, and he can probably catch the same in yours, but it's what needs to be done.

"I love you." He says, smile sweetening the words. You give his chest a gentle shove, and head back toward your computer, sliding into your chair.

"Don't try and butter me up MacGyver." He's moved up behind you, hands rubbing your shoulders with the softest affection and he can see your own grin in the reflection of the screen. "But I love you too."

"I knew it." He presses a kiss to the top your head before moving back to his own station, hard at work again. But he'll glance at you every few minutes, hoping to catch your eye. And when he does, he'll fall in love just a little bit more.

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ravenn-darkholme · 2 months

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starcourt-shenanigans · 1 year

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Class of ‘86

Eddie Munson x Fem reader Fanfic

Summery: Following the season 4 timeline, you and Eddie find your way back to each other.

Slow start

no mentions of y/n

w/c: 13k

warnings: NO MINORS —18+ only- mentions of throwing up, loosing someone close to you, impaling and sharp objects

a/n: My first ever fanfic, please be kind. English is not my first language.

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Me and Tara followed Mike, El and Max into the hallway behind the mall. We went as quickly as we could with El's injured leg. After we rounded another corner as the lights kept flickering ferociously, we almost walked into a door. It was locked and it wouldn't budge. Me and Tara tried as best as we could to open the door but it would not open. After a loud bang we knew another door had shut. Max went back to the corner to see what was going on. ' Get Max back here I whisper shouted to Tara.' She quickly left to go and find Max. I could hear shouting and before I could see what was happening I felt a sharp pain in my head and everything went black. I don't know how much time had passed but two small hands were shaking me awake. As I slowly adjusted to the throbbing headache taking in the surroundings I asked ' Where are El and Tara.' Mike and Max shared a quick look with one another as they hurried me up to get back into the hall of the mall. When we skidded around the last corner I saw Billy stooped over El. But I couldn't see Tara anywhere. When I heard gunshots my first instinct was to duck but then I saw who was firing. Tara was standing to the right opposite of us firing at the grotesque beast in front of us. A loud screech answered the bullets. I made eye contact with Tara and in that moment I was so proud of her proud to call her my best friend. But before we knew it the monster shot one of its tentacles towards her enveloping her arm. She screamed in pain and before I could make any movements in her direction to help she was flung across the hall. Landing on another one of it's tentacles that pierced right through her. I heard a terrible scream filled with pain and terror I looked to my right and saw Max but I soon realized the scream I heard wasn't from Max it came from me.

Screaming, bathing in sweat I woke from my nightmare that was more of a memory. A memory from the 4th of July when I lost my best friend to a monster, in the Hawkins Mall.

It had been three months a new year had already begun at Hawkins High. Tara and I had had the grand plan of redoing final year to make the most of it. Before we both went to different colleges. Great plan right? Only now I had to redo the final year without my best friend there and barely any sleep from the nightmares. At least I have Robin since we were now in the same year. She plays in a band. The younger kids are now in their first year, they seem to do fine. Although with Will and El moving and Lucas joining the basketball team. It seemed like they were growing apart.

I hopped out of bed to take a shower. It was only half past five. I knew I wasn't getting any sleep again, I was used to it by now. As I stood under the cold stream I tried to push the flashbacks away. The cold shower usually helped to wake me up. Not today. After I chose a simple outfit for the day, I climbed out the window and onto the roof. Another part of the scary wake up early morning ritual. I did not want to worry my parents. They did when I started making breakfast at six in the morning right before my father usually did. So to stop the worrying I stayed on the roof till 7 when it was a more normal time to eat breakfast before school.

The morning dew clung to my jeans and a light breeze played with my curls. Closing my eyes I savored the cooling sensation. I watched as the sky turned lavender as the sun slowly started rising. No matter how beautiful the sunrise was, Hawkins still looked bleak. Turning into a sad town with empty houses and empty shops. As more and more citizens decided to leave over the years. In a few years it would look like a ghost town. Hugging my legs I watched as the neighbors cat Lazzo tried chasing a field mouse even though it was far too fat to accomplish much.

A couple of hours later I parked my bike at Hawkins High. I used to really enjoy school, now it was just a constant reminder of all the things I was missing. On top of it all I didn’t know anybody, no one wants to become friends with the weirdo who had to re-do their final year. Except for the one person you already knew. Eddie Munson the other weirdo or as everyone else called him ‘a freak’. You knew he wasn’t a freak. Before the Mall fiasco you used to be friends. You were the first female member of Hellfire. You were good and you had lots of fun. But since the Mall you couldn’t play D&D anymore without having horrible flashbacks. The one time you tried was a certified fiasco. When Eddie had introduced the first monster into the storyline you got sick, running to the bathroom to throw up kind of sick.You told the team you’d quit, they were sad to see you go. But Eddie was furious at first he kept nagging you for over a month all the while you kept using silly excuses as to why. Until one time he had pushed you too far.You had blurted you couldn’t stand to be around him because he was such a freak. He had stammered back that he didn’t want a bitch in hellfire anyway. You hadn’t spoken ever since.

You made your way to your locker keeping your head down to avoid any kind of contact. The day passed by slowly and you were barely able to keep your mind on the different classes. Finally the bell rang and everybody made their way to the cafeteria. ‘ Can I speak to you, Lilly?’ Mrs. Click asked. I stopped with a deep sigh, because I knew what was coming. ‘You know we are very understanding of your situation Lilly. But if you keep on going like this you won’t make it this year and I know you don't want to do your final year again.’ She looks at me with a mix of sympathy and a stern look. ‘ How are your meetings with Ms. Kelly going?’ ‘They are helping.’ I reply, a lie. ‘Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you okay?’ I nod weakly as I quickly make my way to the cafeteria.

After waiting in line for a while and getting my extra sympathy portion of chicken from the lunch lady I look into the cafeteria deciding between going through the middle to avoid hellfire club or to the right side to avoid the popular kids. I decide on the right. Lost in thought of whether to go for the toilets again or under the bleachers. When I almost drop my tray when a loud ‘.. that’s what’s killing the kids!’ rips me from my thoughts followed by a bush of brown curls invading my view. ‘ Woah, loosy Lilly didn’t mean to make you jump. Please don’t throw up again.’ He chuckled as he picked up the piece of chicken that fell from your tray. Completely invading your space he stuffed the chicken in his mouth. You could feel the heat rising to your ears and cheeks. You rolled your eyes as you quickly made your way out of the cafeteria. As the Metal Head slandered back to his friends who’s laughter still rang in your ears.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson fanfiction

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khfankeri · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day fellow Lumicia shippers! I had some fun taking an in game pic of Lucas being slightly taller than Amicia just cause I could. ;) Yes, I realize the cursor is in the middle of the picture... I didn’t realize I had to hide the UI helper... haha... It does help that it almost looks like part of her armor/bracer though.

Anyway, I am currently writing a prequel one shot to my fanfic A Bond Greater Than Family for Valentine’s Day based off the last time Lucas and Amicia saw each other before meeting once again in those beautiful mountains seven years later. And also explain why it took so long for them to see each other once again. However, I got the story idea a little late, so it may not be out till tomorrow. And don’t worry, my chapter for Saturday is still set to go as well! This is just an added bonus. <3

#lumicia #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #amicia x lucas #lucas x amicia #lucas #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale #a plague tale lucas #a plague tale: requiem #valentine's day #forgive this picture taking noob

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Ebb and Flow Chap. 18-Lore of Subcon and Sapphire

Next chapter is up! We’ll be getting into more lore of the mermaids! Honestly I love introducing and explaining lore in my fanfics.

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!!

Enjoy

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Lucas and Willow sat in the flower shop. It was a very slow day due to the rain storm that pounded on the store's window glass. Vanessa, Brooke, and Hali had been out for the day and it worried the both of them that they girls would be stranded until the rain stopped or worse they'd walk outside and get caught in their mermaid forms.

Feeling worried, Lucas went to the phone and dialed Vanessa’s number. The phone rang and he hoped, no, prayed she’d pick up a worry set in his chest. “Come on. Come on.” He whispered. Soon, the phone reached the voicemail and Lucas sighed, he wasn’t getting a hold of her. It wasn’t long after till he heard a beep from Willow’s phone, Vanessa texted her best friend.

“She said, Hali and Brooke are reading to the Kindergartners so her phone is silent so as not to interrupt the story time.” Willow explained.

Lucas sighed and smiled as he watched the rain come down. “I’m glad Hali’s adjusting to the human world. She’s in school, making friends, and now she has a job.” He explained, chuckling.

Willow smiled as she went over to her and put her hand on his shoulder. “Not only that, but she’s got an amazing older brother that’s keeping her in line,” she added. Lucas chuckled as the two watched the rain trickle, waiting on Vanessa and the girls to come home.

At the Lapis Bookstore, Vanessa sat with the parents as she watched Hali and Brooke tell the kids about fairy tales that came from the Sapphire Kingdom. Vanessa wasn’t worried about Hali and Brooke telling these stories as they were fairy tales and not true stories from the kingdom.

“And so the young catfish escaped with all of the crystal corals from the evil sea witch, and was able to bring light to the kingdom, defeating the sea witch for good.” Hali read.

“Because of her bravery and strength, the prince made the catfish the head of the guards and protector of the seas. The End!” Brooke finished.

The Kindergartners cheered as Hali and Brooke smiled and bowed. “Great story!” A little girl cheered.

“Can you read us another one?” A slightly taller little boy asked.

“Please can you read us one more?” A pair of identical twins pleaded.

The owner of the bookstore chuckled and strolled over to the kids. “Sorry children, but story time is over.”

“Aww...” The kids sighed.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be back for next week’s story time!” Hali promised. The kids cheered and ran over to their parents. The kids told their parents about the stories they read as well as saying goodbye to Hali and Brooke, some gave the girls hugs as a thank you. Vanessa stood up and smiled walking over to the girls.

The owner saw Vanessa and went over to shake her hand. “Thank you so much Miss. Greengrove. I didn’t know your family friends were such good storytellers. If it weren’t for them, the kids would’ve been disappointed that their weekly story time was canceled.”

“It’s no problem.” Vanessa replied.

“Well if you three need anything let me know. Also if there’s something here you want to buy, it's on me.” The owner told them.

“Thank you!” Hali and Brooke beamed. The owner smiled and walked back to her counter to help a few customers.

Vanessa sighed as she looked out the window to see the rain pouring down. “Well, you girls want to find some books to take back home? We can stay here till the rain dies down.”

“Okay!” Hali beamed. The two went to look for books and Vanessa did the same. She strolled over to the romance section of the bookstore to look for a good story to read on her own time. From the shelves, she found two that caught her eye. As she skimmed through, she saw two workers run in, drenched from the rain.

“Sorry we’re late.” The worker told the owner.

Vanessa sighed knowing they might be stuck here longer than usual. “You okay Vanessa?” Hali asked.

Vanessa looked down. “Yeah, just looking at the rain.” She replied. Hali looked out the window to see the rain coming down hard.

“You know this storm reminds me of how my dad would create storms when angry.” Hali explained.

Vanessa looked at the rain once more before asking Hali, “what made your dad mad that caused him to do this?”

Hali shrugged. “Could be anything; humans hunting animals, human pollution, boats staying in one place over the kingdom. Sometimes it could even be something in the kingdom itself that got him angry.” She explained.

“And do you think this rainstorm is one of them?”

Hali nodded. “I can tell it’s his storm.”

Vanessa nodded and got a bit worried that Hali’s father was creating this nasty storm not knowing his son and daughter were up on land.

“Hey guys!” Brooke yelled, catching Vanessa and Hali’s attention. “Look at this book I found!” The two walked over to Brooke and saw that she found a book with a dull teal cover. It looked to be hidden away showing dust and age.

The words were legible, and showed the words Sapphire and Subcon together. Hali and Vanessa looked at each other as they pushed away the dust to read the title and realized that the book was about Subcon and the Sapphire Kingdom. “Brooke, where did you find this?” Hali asked.

“I was looking for more fairytales and found this in the back of the books.” Brooke explained.

Hali carefully opened the book and her eyes widened. She read through the story and let out a chuckle. “I remember this story. My grandfather told me this a long time ago.” She explained.

“What’s it about?” Vanessa asked.

“It’s how humans and merfolk were once friends.” Hali said.

Vanessa looked in shock, “I remember that tale, but everyone says it’s just a myth. A fantasy…” She explained.

Hali shook her head. “It’s not.” She turned the page showing the early settlers in Subcon meeting the merfolk. “300 years ago merfolk used to live on the beaches of Subcon. We lived peaceful lives till the humans showed up and we stayed in the bottom of the ocean for a while.” Hali turned the next page. “While at first we didn’t trust humans, a few of the settlers and our king and queen at the time had their first meeting and they made peace.”

“The peace treaty was that as long as we didn’t stay long in the far out ocean or fish for anything we were on good terms.” Vanessa added. “After that, merfolk and humans got along and we respected our differences.”

Hali smiled, but frowned as she turned the page. “However, some humans didn’t like to form bonds with mermaids and broke that promise and started to hunt in the areas, stealing treasures and kidnapping mermaids.” She explained.

“That’s when the Hurricane War started. Soon kingdoms far and wide either sided with humans or mermaids in the eye of the hurricane.” Vanessa continued.

“The war ended with no winner. There was so much death including the death of the king, and all the homes on land were destroyed. With that the peace treaty was destroyed, humans left mermaids alone and we stayed hidden from humans.” Hali finished as she closed the book.

The trio went quiet as they stared at the book. Vanessa sighed and tried to put her arms around Hali, but she hesitated touching her after the two read a serious story. “I…I know I wasn’t there, but I’m sorry for what we’ve done to your kingdom and I understand why your dad does all this.” Vanessa said. “But after knowing you and why you and your brother are here, what do you think of the human world?”

Hali was quiet as she gave a small smile. “Honestly, things have changed since 300 years ago. Many humans forgot about us, but everyone is so nice and kind.” She explained. Hali frowned, “but that’s before knowing that I’m a mermaid.”

“But what about the people that do know? Like Mu and Timmy for instance.” Vanessa asked.

“Well… they're still friends with me.” Hali answered.

Vanessa smiled. “See, there’s people that will still care about you. Those who understand you will stay with you forever.” She explained.

Hali smiled and looked at the book once more before holding it close. “I think I know what book I want.”

Vanessa smiled and turned to see the rain started to calm down. “Looks like the storm is lighting up. Wanna start heading home?” She asked. Hali and Brooke nodded. The three bought their books and left the store.

The trio opened their umbrellas and carefully started to walk home. It didn’t take long for Brooke to trip and splash into a puddle. Vanessa and Hali turned around and saw Brooke now in her mermaid form.

“Ooops.” Brooke said.

Hali held her best friend on her back using her jacket as a towel to prevent her from turning into a mermaid too and they kept walking.

Once they were far away, Monroe appeared from the bushes with a camera and smirked, getting the proof they needed. Monroe pulled out his cellphone and called his boss. “Empress! I think I got the evidence you need.”

#ahit au #hat kid #ahit the prince #queen vanessa #ahit fanfic #bow kid #ahit moonjumper #Ebb and Flow AU #Ebb and Flow #ahit the florist #ahit the empress #even though she's mentioned

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Mini Fanfic #1047: Morning Checkers and Arm Wrestling (Super Smash Bros)

11:23 a.m. at the Smash Town's Local Park.......

Roy stares hard at the checker pieces in front of him before slowly and cautiously moving the black ones to the other side.

Ludwig: (Staring at Roy on the Other Side of the Checker Table) I must say, Roy, you've been taking this game a lot more seriously the more rounds we've played thus far. I'm impressed

Roy: (Shrugs) It helps pass up the time of boredom. And considering so many the rounds you've beaten me so far- Like... I dunno, over a hundred or something-

Ludwig: (Smiles Proudly While Pointing His Finger Up) Approximately one hundred, ninety seven wins to two to be exact.

Roy: (Gives His Older Brother a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You just love being a know-it-all smartass, don't you?

Ludwig: Hey, you mentioned the fact that I've gotten over hundred victories. I just decided to present you the approximate amount. (Looks Down at his Pieces) Oh. And while we are one that subject in particular.....(Moves One of the Pieces Around Three Times Before Blurting Out....) Checkmate.

Roy: (Angrily Slams his Fist onto the Checker Imprinted Table in Defeat) DAMNIT! I thought I had you that time!

Ludwig: You were close, the closest play you've made yet actually, but alas, that alone wasn't enough to stop me from reading through your tactics. It wasn't too predictable as your last few performances, so you are improving quite a bit.

Roy: Damn right I am. And ain't stopping till I get more wins in my belt. So best two out of-

'Ahem'

Roy turns around to see a pink, short haired girl wearing a blue hoodie, glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

Roy: (Raises an Eyebrow at the Young Lady) Uh anything I can help you with, pinky?

??????: Are you Roy Koopa?

Roy: That is the name my pops gave when I was born and raised, yes. And who might you be?

Kuma: The name's Kuma. Princess of Osohe Castle or whatever. (Crosses her Arms Together) And let's just I'm not too happy about the way you've been treating my little Sunflower as of late.

Ludwig: Little.....Sunshine?

Roy: Wait, you don't mean-

Lucas: (Slowly Reveals Himself From Behind Kumatora as He Chuckles Awkwardly a Bit and Waves at the Two Koopa Brothers) H-Hey, you guys.

Ludwig: (Smiles Back at the Young PSI User) Ah Lucas, good morning.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes) Of course you would have something to do with this crap.... (Crosses his Arms While Smirking at Lucas) You decided to tell some princess on me, you little twerp?

Lucas: (Immediately Hfs his Hands Up in Defense and Fear) No! I-It wasn't like that all! I-I accidently blurted your name out one yime and she gotten mad at you every since, I swear!!

Kumatora: (Looks Down at Lucas With a Light Pout on her Face) Lucas, relax a little, will ya? You can't keep letting that bully scare you like this.

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes Himself) The irony about that label in particular is that it was his actual nickname growing up.....

Kuma: (Starts Snickering as She Turns her Attention to Ludwig) You're kidding~

Ludwig: (Simply Nodded) It's true. In fact, everyone of us in the Koopa family, minus Junior, had our own nickname growing up.

Kuma: Really? What was yours?

Ludwig: I'd.....(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing) Rather not reveal that bit of information yet....(Turns Back to Kuma With a Soft Smile) B-But instead, allow me to give you a proper introduction instead. (Places his Hand on his Chest in a Gentlemanly Type Fashion) My name is Ludwig von Koopa. The eldest of the Koopalings. (Eyes Back on Roy) And the blatant bully's older brother.

Roy gives Ludwig the middle finger without making eye contact.

Kuma: Aw man. Your name sounds way cooler than mines does.

Ludwig: What is your actual name?

Kuma: Kumatora Heloise Crumbits III. (Sighs While Lowering Down her Posture a Little) Sounds lame, I know.

Ludwig: Actually, I think it sounds rather lovely.

Kuma: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Seriously? Y-You're not just yanking my chain here, are you?

Ludwig: No, I mean every word. Can't say I speak for everyone else, but....I at least think your name suits you perfectly in all fronts.

Kuma: (Starts Blushing a Little While Smiling at the Blue Haired Koopa) Aw thanks. I like the style of your hair by the way. It makes you look so rad and.....sophisticated in a way....

Ludwig: (Starts Blushing as Well) Oh, uhh....Thank you. (Starts Waving his Hair Back a Little) I always do whatever I can to make my hair look decent enough for the day, despite how tedious it gets.

Kuma: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, I feel ya~ Having long hair can be a real pain in the butt to try and fix. Makes me pretty glad that I cut mines short.

Ludwig: And for the better I presume. Your short hairstyle represents you flawlessly

Kuma: (Starts Blushing Some More While her Hair a Little) Well, don't you have a way with words...~

Roy: (Starts Snapping his Fingers) Hey, hey, hey! Romeo and Juliette, enough with the flirting!

Kuma: (Quickly Glares at Roy with the Same Blushes on her Face) We were NOT flirting!

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes Again in Annoyance) We were only having a normal conversation here, Roy...

Roy: Yeah? Well, I'm calling bullshit on all fronts and am losing my patience as we speak. (Turns Back to Kuma) Now tell me what you want from me already!

Kuma: Well, originally, I planned on kicking your sorry hide to the curb. (Gently Ruffles the Top of Lucas' Hair) But since Lucas here managed to convince me not to at the last minute, I thought of perfect alternative instead. (Crosses her Arms With a Smirk on her Face) A challenge if you're man enough for it.

Roy: Challenge, huh? What do ya have in mind?

Kuma: One-on-one Arm Wrestle. If I win, you gotta swore not to bully Lucas anymore.

Roy: (Lowers his Sunglasses Down From his Eyes While Raising an Eyebrow) And if I win?

Kuma: (Shrugs) I dunno. I'll give you twenty bucks and...let you give me crappy nickname or something. Haven't really thought this through until now.....

Roy: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmmm....Not the best at nicknaming folks....(Smirks Evilly at Kuma) But give me a few hours and I'll be sure to give you the worse nickname imaginable.

Kuma: (Makes her Way to the Other Sode of the Table) So I take it you accept the challenge then?

Roy: Yep. And just so you know.... (Slams his Elbow on the Table Up High With his Hand Put, Grinning Even More Conniving) I don't go easy on chicks.

Kuma: Good. (Cracks Both of her Knuckles) Neither do I. (Turns Back to Ludwig) Hey, I'm sorry, but....you don't mind if I-

Ludwig: Not at all. (Gets Up From his Seat and Presents it to the Pink Haired Princess) I wish you the best of luck.

Kuma: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks. Anyone ever tell you how much of a gentleman you are?~

Ludwig: I've been told that many times, yes.

Roy: Nerd Simp.

Ludwig: (Glares at Roy Before Turning Back to Kuma) I implore you to give him everything you've got.

Kuma: Will do! (Takes her Seat and Grabs Roy's Hand With an Iron Grip While Giving Him a Very Competitive Smirk on her Face) I won't even break a single sweat once I'm done with him.

Roy: ('Tch') Please. (Tightens up his Grip While Smirking Back at Kuma) The only one who's gonna sweating in shame is you, little miss princess.

Kuma: We star in a count of three: 1.

Roy: 2.

Roy/Kuma: 3!

Without any hint of hesitation from both sides, the two competitors begins their awaites challenge, refusing to let either of arms touch the checker printed table. While that's happening, Ludwig and Lucas watches it unfold in the mid distance.

Ludwig: So....how exactly did you and Kuma met if you don't mind me asking.

Lucas: We met back Sunshine Forest when me and the Dragcos helped her get away from the Pig Mask army. Eventually when we started traveling together, she's been teaching me everything I need to know about controlling my PSI-powers. And....also, how to punch and stuff- B-But mostly the PSI training!

Ludwig: I see. (Turns his Attention Towards the Experience PSI User in Particular) She seems pretty well versatile in the strength development.

Lucas: (Happily Nodded to Ludwig) Mmhmm. That's because Kuma is the strongest person I know. One time, our friend, Duster and I saw her face a really huge grizzly bear with her bare hands. Ooh, and I think I also saw her wrestle a white tiger once as well.

Ludwig: Without using any power intact? She really is amazing.......

Lucas: Ludwig, are you really having a crush on Big Sis Kuma right now?

Ludwig: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Question Before Turning Back to Lucas) What? N-No, of course not! I never had a crush on her!!

Lucas: Then why did you complimented her name and hair earlier?

Ludwig: Because I thought those were the two factors that make her more lovel- I-I MEAN, more unique than she already is! (Starts Rubbing his Arm a Little While Frowning) A-And besides, I'm sure she already has a significant other by back your universe....

Lucas: She's not dating anyone in our universe.

Ludwig: (Eyes Widens a Bit Again Before Turning Back to Lucas) She isn't?

Lucas: (Shakes his Head) Nope. Well, I mean, there was this one time where some snobby prince who tried to ask for her hand in marriage at that fancy party we went to, before Kuma sent him flying. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking)."She doesn't want to be tied down to any marriagable crap" is what I.....think she said? Not entirely sure....

Ludwig: ('Sighs in Relief') That's a relief.....(Notices Lucas is Still Staring at Him Before Blushing and Looking Away Again) N-Not because she is single, but the fact that she wouldn't let something as trivial as arranged marriage, take control of her current lifestyle. That is all.

Lucas: ........You know, if you want....(Smiles Softly) Ashley and I could help give you some tips on everything romance related.

Ludwig: But I- ('Sighs in Defeat') I'll take you up on that offer, Lucas. Thank you.

Lucas: You're welcome!

'RAAAAAAAAAAGH'

OHHH SHIT-

The loud, ringing noises of screams and crashes was enough to gain the attention of both Ludwig and Lucas ad they turn to see the table was now slammed into the ground and a terrified Roy Koopa laying on floor as Kumatora is still standing, brushing the dust off her clothes with a satisified grin on her Face.

Kuma: Sorry for the display of real, raw strength there, Roy~ I just so happen have a reputation to withhold. You understand, right?~

Lucas: (Happily Cheers For His Close Companion) You did great, Kuma!

Ludwig: (Nodded in Agreement)

Kuma: (Smiles Brightly at the Two.Boys Watching Her Before Turning Back to a Defeated Roy Koopa) Now, with that victory established and out if the way....,(Glares at Roy) Quit messing with Lucas. (Balls Her Fist Up at Roy, Showing Off a Pink Static Ki) Or else.

Roy: (Quickly Nodded in Fear and Agreement)

Kuma: (Went Back to Smiling) Good! Glad we can come to an agreement. Lucas!~ (Walks Away From the Smashed Table) Let's go out for some victory ice cream!~

Lucas: (Happily Nodded) Yes, ma'am!~

Kuma: (Turns to Ludwig) Wanna come with, Ludwig? The more, the merrier~

Ludwig: I would love to, but I'd already promised Roy to take him to the coffee place in another dimension. But... umm....

Kuma: Hm?

Ludwig: If you...ever have any free time in your hands, would you....like to hang out sometime? J-Just the two of us....

Kumatora: (Stares at Ludwig For a Brief Second Before Smiling Softly) Yeah. I'd like that. In fact, we can hangout in the mansion whenever you guys come back. I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Ludwig: Spendid- I-I mean...('Clears Throat') That's great to hear. Can't wait.

Kumatora: (Giggles Softly) Same here, Mr. Von Koopa~ (Waves Goodbye to Ludwig Before Walking With Lucas) Take care.

Ludwig: (Simply Nodded) You too, Kuma.

Lucas: (Turns to Kuma) You seem to be getting along well with Ludwig~

Kuma: Yeah. He's a real sweetheart, at least compared to his brother.

'A Bit of Silence'

Kuma: Hey, Lucas?

Lucas: Yes. Kuma?

Kuna: Do you think....(Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth While Looking Away) I may have a shot with him someday?

Lucas: (Happily Nodded) Definitely. I can tell that she's starting to take a lot of interest in you. He even seems relieved when I told him about the time you declined a prince's proposal.

Kuma: (Immediately Pouts at Her Little Sunflower) Dude! You told him about all of that?

Lucas: It slipped out of my mouth, I swear! ('Sigh') But still, there's no doubt in my mind that you two would make a great pair. You just need to give a chance whenever you two are ready, 'kay?

Kuma: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Right. (Pulls Lucas into a One Arm Hug) Thanks, buddy~

Meanwhile

Roy: ('Groans in Defeat and Pain') Mother....ugh....

Ludwig: (Walks Over to the Smash Table and Looks Down at his Brother) Enjoying the taste of defeat, brother?

Roy: (Clicks his Teeth While Looking Away) Hell no. (Gets Himself Up From the Ground) She just-(Grunts While Stretching his Back Forward) caught me off guard is all.

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes Yet Again) Of course she did. (Tosses a Ring Up into the Air, Causing it to Expand into a Larger Size in Front of Him and Roy) You're ready to go?

Roy: Yep. (Starts Cracking Both Sides of his Neck Before Making his Way to the Ring) It's about time I teach you a thing about the dating scene.

Ludwig: (Gives Roy a Deadpinned Look) You can't be serious.

Roy: I'm not letting my big brother go and make a fool of himself inexperience. Now let's go already!

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Coming.

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#super smash ultimate #mother 3 #ludwig von koopa #roy koopa #kumatora #lucas #checkers #arm wrestling #humor #fluff #crushes #ludwig x kuma #cute friendship #kumatora is best big sis

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