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oopwoop · 10 months

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Look What The Cat Dragged In

pairing: e!1610! Miles Morales x Black Cat! Reader (readers gender is up to interpretation!)

warning(s): Swearing, that’s it I believe. Unedited!

summary: Miles can’t help but be drawn to Black Cat. He knew they’re a thief and he should be turning them in, but what’s the fun in that? Their game of cat and mouse was exciting

word count: 941!

“Normally I’d find a stray in an alleyway, not a museum. What’s a pretty kitty like you doin’ here?” You heard a voice echo in the open room of the museum. As you turn around, you notice a familiar black and red spider suit. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. You’d be sent on a mission, do what you need to do, he’ll show up out of nowhere, the two of you bicker and flirt, he tries to catch you and you either escape or once he does he lets you go. He claims it’s an accident every time he lets you go, but you know better. He likes this game of cat and mouse just as much as you do.

“What can I say, curiosity killed the cat. I can’t help but want to wander around, y’know. Cats are free-spirited, can’t keep them caged up for too long.” You grinned at him, voice low and smooth. Walking over to him, you swatted your hand playfully at him as he hung upside down.

Miles let go of his web, landing on his feet and walked closer to you. “You’ve wandered quite far, kitty. Where’s the rest of your litter?” It seems he has his own multitude of cat jokes too. You liked that about him, no matter the situation or theme he could find a joke.

“I don’t have one, I prefer to wander on my own. It’s much more fun that way. Plus, they’d steal everything from me. The fortune, fame.. you. I’d be one jealous kitty then.” It was partly true. You much rather work alone, others just get in the way but you did have a boss. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“I suppose so. What made you choose the museum this time? What fancy painting are you after? Is it one of the paintings with the Victorian looking black cat?” Miles chuckles. You knew exactly what painting he was talking about, yet you weren’t amused.

“Haha, very funny bug boy. While it is a cute painting, it’s not what I’m here for. That’s a secret. Now, if you paw-don me, I have business to attend to. As much as I’d like to play, I must get going”. You really did need to get going, even though you hated ending this early. With a pout and a pat on his shoulder, you walked away, backs now facing each other.

After a few seconds you felt something on your back, pulling you back into his chest. “Nahhh, I don’t think so, kitty. This game isn’t over.” He whispered in your ear. It seemed he wasn’t letting you out easy tonight, oh well. Suppose you could play a little game of chase.

“How about a game of chase, yeah? Let me go, give me a few seconds to run and follow after. Sound good to you, Spidey?” You offered, whispering back. You felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled as he moved away.

“Got a five second head start, pretty kitty. Better get going.” With that you ran, jumping up and climbing to the next floor. Those five seconds felt way too fast, faster than five seconds normally feel. Not even a minute later he was catching up, luckily you were faster.

Soon enough you got to where you needed to be, quick in your movements to get what you came for. You heard Miles tut from behind you, stepping into the room. “Come ‘ere kitty, kitty, kitty. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Sorryyy.. but I can’t take any risks. I don’t wanna be sent to the pound. I really wish I could stay but this cats gotta pounce.” You turned to look at him noticing his mask was now off. He stayed silent, walking to you. He stopped right in front of you, eyes staring into yours. You felt drawn to step closer. It’s wasn’t unusual that you two had these.. intimate moments, though neither of you ever got this close. His warmth was radiating off of him, it was comforting. You wish you could be in forever, unfortunately you really had to get going.

You placed a hand on his chest, grazing it with the tip of your sharp claws. You felt his breath hitch at that as he placed his hands on your waist. You refused eye contact now. “I really must get going, buggy. You know I enjoy our time together but it has to come to an end tonight”. What meant to be a playful tone came out as a sigh. He huffed at it and just gripped your waist tighter. When you finally look up to him you saw his face was closer and he was now looking at your lips. It was a stupid idea. A bad idea. An absolute horrible idea to pursue it, kissing him. How could you not, though? So you did.

His lips were soft. Everything about him felt soft at this moment. You felt soft for him, like melting into a puddle. How could some hero like Spider-Man make you weak in the knees. It was stupid, so utterly stupid, but you didn’t regret it.

What felt like an eternity later you pulled away, staring back into his eyes. Pushing yourself away, you looked away and moved to walk out. “I’ll catch you later, Miles. Don’t fur-get about me.” It was the last thing you said before grappling away, leaving the museum.

Miles stood there idly, staring into space. His hand moved up to his mouth, his lips tingling from the kiss. His body turned slightly to the doorway, eyes staring longingly. “Adiós, gatito bonito..”

A/n: I was really debating on making this into a two part thing, stopping it before the kiss-

Let me know what you think of it! Send requests! Love you ♡ (ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x you #fanfic #earth 1610

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rodolfoparras · 27 days

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nahhh cuz imagine price begging and pleading for you to come home and hear him out after he got caught cheating

you've made him so used to and loving of your presence over the years so obviously the moment he's caught with his pants down he's stumbling after you trying to slow the inevitable❗️

Sugar the picture you just painted in my head has me laughing in the best way possible because I’m thinking of price falling face first before he gets up and attempts to chase you😭

However I’m happy to announce that I’ve forgiven him and we’re back together and I might’ve put out a hit on Nik

#alec answers

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thelastharbinger · 9 months

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Tidbits of ATSV That I Enjoyed (Or Alternatively: Just Miles Being The Most Endearing Spidey Ever)

Miles patting The Spot's head after successfully webbing him (I don't see this as condescending, but rather him still engaging with the humanity of a villain like Spot) and ~very assertively~ telling/asking him not to escape.

"I'm like Robin Hood-if he gave to himself."

Miles' spidey senses going off when he arrives late to his dad's party because there's nothing more frightening than Brown parents when they're mad at you. Beware the chancla or correa!

O.k. So we all know there are different versions of the movie out there. You may already know that one of the slight differences is when Miles goes to save Inspector Singh. There's a version where you can hear Gwen's voice in the distant background yelling no! when she thinks Miles gets crushed under the rubble, and there's another where she's silent as she webs to him. Now, I have found ANOTHER version (online) where her shouting is even more at the forefront. She's practically screaming and sounds more desperate, (prolly because it's close to the same way her Peter Parker died so she's reliving trauma) and the fear in her voice is palpable. That one haunts me.

Jefferson trying to equate studying for his police exams to childbirth, which Rio quickly nips in the bud.

Ganke having a soccer poster of Son Heung Min, a famous Korean footballer who currently plays for the Premier League Tottenham Hotspur and is captain of the South Korean national team.

Miles having a Sashimi (his universe's version of Supreme, but I just like the idea that Miles loves eating sashimi. Like I know that kid has good taste in food) poster in his bedroom.

The fact that Miles kept in touch with Aunt May for long enough after the events of ITSV that he helps her move.

The Spot saying he was one of the more handsome scientists at Alchemax according to his colleagues.

Miles and Gwen having the same collectible toys, the only difference being that he keeps his in the box and she doesn't.

"Hey, don't try to wow me with big words, man," *in deep manly voice* "I do crosswords every day"- Miles after Spot points out Alchemax as "the crucible of our connection!"

Miles going, "This job is so dumb sometimes" after he tries to web Spot at the deli, but it goes through a hole and lands on his face.

"Nahhh, he seems more Dominican to me." Kinda want Miles to meet a native Dominican Spidey because that dynamic would highkey fuck hard *pun not intended*. They would repair relations between our two islands-PR&DR.

"Almost there Mami *smiley face* *cowboy* prayer hands*"

The college admissions coach at Visions Academy straight up saying, "That's your story! Now, just stick to the script..." Ma'am what???

"Calmate Mami, eso no es my fault."

"I've hit a lot of different villains with a lot of different food...I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

Miles in his angsty teen era and smart-mouthing everyone around him. Love that for him.

"He almost killed his mom as a baby, I mean, look at those shoulders." No but for real tho. Those shoulders are as wide as a truck. Kim Seokjin who??? (if you understood that reference, ily).

Miles writing a love letter to his dad in 2 cakes.

Gwen at the water tower chowing and saying how feelings make her hungry after her and Miles talked about how they can't be together cause it would end in tragedy. Like Gwen, come again?!

Also, Miles' and Gwen's talk at the Williamsburg Bank Building being lowkey the catalyst for the 2nd/3rd acts of the film. Without them both kind of silently admitting their feelings for each other, Miles probably wouldn't have chased after her the way he did. Pretty sure you know the rest.

"I bet she doesn't even speak Spanish," and Jeff going "Que barbaridad" in his very broken Spanish. Queue Rio's bombastic side eye.

Both Gwen and Miles referring to Spot as a Villain Of The Week, even though neither of them have spoken about Spot to each other.

"I was bitten by a-wouldnt you like to know? Know what I mean?" SIR. Chill. This movie is for children.

The Spot inverting himself, going from a white mass with black spots to a gaping black hole with smaller white spirals. It's giving Junji Ito.

The irony of Pavitr exclaiming, "Well that was another easy adventure for Spider-Man!" right before an incoming canon event. HIS. He was about to experience his first big loss, and his happy-go-lucky nature would've been challenged.

Miguel saying conyo! when all the Spideys start pointing at each other.

"!Cállate!" "Nosy!" Sidebar: we don't talk about Gwen's banter with bad guys enough. She's so funny!

A lot of the Peters saying hi to Gwen as she passes HQ because she is canonically the one lost love--the love interest they all would've ended up with had she not died, so they all have an affection for her.

Web-Slinger going "Giddy up!" Cause he's swinging up.

Miles offering his fresh new takes on how to deal with the Spot upon meeting Miguel, saying "He just wants to be taken seriously. Like we all do." MILES YOU BEAUTIFUL, COMPASSIONATE GOLDEN SUNFLOWER BOY I LOVE YOUUUUU.

Hobie referring to Peter B. as Humbling Reality Spider-Man, which considering how steeped in tragedy the Spidey lore is, is really saying something.

Miguel's nonono no puedo más no puedo más. His misery is very funny and delightful to me. Little bitch ass.

"You know you're the only Spider-Man who isn't funny." Yes! More Miguel slander in the next one, please! Little bitch ass.

"Snitch!"

Miles shouting out Peter's name for help whilst Miguel pins and lays into him the fact that he's an anomaly. This after he momentarily glitches back to his ITSV store-bought suit. Mimicking the way-in also the first movie-Miles shouting out Peter's name for his own rescue as Doc Ock attacks him at the research facility. Because even though he feels hurt by Peter at this point, that's still his dad mentor and he still instinctively looks to him for protection. Rip my heart out why don't you!

Gwen sneaking back into her and her dad's place just to get that printed polaroid of her and Miles, a pic she already has on her phone.

Earth-42 Miles wearing Nike while our Miles wears Jordans.

#hi. ive seen this movie 8x in theaters and twice on pirating sites. i am unwell #also sorry not sorry for the miguel slander. i am a miles loyalist thru and thru thst bitch is on thin ice #but also literally can't get over gwen “it really is so nice to get to talk to you. me & him its different. in every other universe...stacy #cause directly underneath that she's actually saying. “i missed you. and what i have with you i literally do not have with anyone else and.#you dont know this but ive met hundreds and thousands of spiderpeople. nd even in my friendship with hobie its not like what i have with yo #and im actually really smitten with you. the one person i shouldn't be smitten with bc there is no happy ending for us. and idk...#if i should hold off. and im letting you know all this so that you can decide for me. whether to take that lesp of faith or not with you. &#hope that say yes and make the first move so that i cant but help to just sink into you.“#AND IT MAKES SENSE! SHE MET HIM JUST AS HE WAS LIVING THROUGH AN EXPERIENCE SHE DID. OF BECOMING SPIDEY. AND RIGHT AFTER #SUFFERING THE GREATEST TRAGEDY OF HER LIFE WHICH SHE WAS ABOUT TO BEAR WITNESS THRU WITH HIM. SHE WAS THERE FOR HIS UNCLE DYING AND WATCHED #HIM BECOME SPIDERMAN. WE FORGET THAT THEY ACTUALLY WENT THRU SOME HEAVY THINGS TOGETHER. THEYRE TRAUMABONDED. I KNOW THATS NOT WHAT THAT WO #ACTUALLY MEANS. BUT IT MAKES SENSE THAT SHE CAN ONLY TALK TO MILES BC THEY PERFECTLY UNDERSTAND EO.#anyways idk why im shouting. im high rn. but crazy how all of that meaning was subtly thrown in there. like we got a confession scene folks #from gwen of all people! i love that for me.#also back to miguel: so i know he's hot. but if a hot person were to ever be rude to a waiter we agree theyre no longer hot right? right.#atsv #miles morales #itsv #miguel o'hara #the spot #ghostflower #gwiles #gwen stacy #ghost spider #gwen x miles #rio morales #across the spider verse #into the spider verse

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limetameta · 8 months

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I want to write a fanfic with the Joker absolutely having the funniest mental breakdown of his life and title it: Yes and

Like he just Yes ands his way into even worse levels of mental tear

Genre: comedy

Like he takes a bit too far and everyone is concerned because it appears he doesn't know how to exit the bit

The bit is that he's Bruce Wayne's newest secretary and it just so happens that this whole yes and thing starts becoming a problem when he picks up Tim Drake from school. Tim Drake who sees through the disguise. And is just like oh my god I need to call Bruce.

The way I'd write this would be that the readers are very afraid that smth might happen to Tim and that the Joker may be non violent towards the kid NOW but he might escalate with the yes ands

But near the end it turns out that this is a Batjokes established fic and the Joker is just genuinely distressed about being unable to stop being the secretary because the bit hasn't had its natural conclusion. Like he'll stop when he's had enough. But now he's driving out of Gotham with Tim and they stop to have McDonald's (Tim calls Bruce to check if it's okay, Bruce tries to do that we have food at home thing and the Joker just goes off on him like HE WONT DIE IF HE EATS OUT FOR ONCE) so like you kind of get that Batman isn't rushing to save Tim (he is but he also knows that Tim won't die or get hurt, he's actually more worried about why the Joker is having an episode he can only call self destructive)

Harley Quinn tries stopping the Joker.

He's like *stapler gun pointed at her, because that's what the secretaries wield duh* WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

HQ: MISTAH J THE FUCK??? WEVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU WHATS WRONG??? YOURE NOT OKAY

J: My name is Timmy (Tim Drake sips his McDonald's smoothie) and I am Bruce Wayne's secretary here to pick up his kid and I won't have anyone stopping me

HQ: oh my god pudding *pinches the bridge of her nose* This is all a bit, right?

Joker: OF course its a bit! But how do YOU know its a bit? *gestures to Tim and himself* I thought only the Kid and me were in on it

Tim: I'm in on it?

Joker, visibly distressed: You mean to say you aren't?? Did I just ruin the bit???

HQ: Nahhh Mistah J! The bit is still grand even if Tim here is in on it. Ain't that right Timmy Jr?

Tim: sure. *turns to the Joker* do you want me to call my dad to pick us up? Maybe you got lost driving me back home.

Joker: I am the best secretary Bruce Wayne has ever had, Mr Timmy Jr (Tim scowls), and I will not be dealing with such slander! *stomps his foot on the car* SLANDER! I am a professional. *a pause*

Tim and Harley staring

Joker, leaning back in his drivers seat: I don't know how to end the bit

Tim: We could have McDonalds again. Maybe bring a happy meal to Batman

Joker, wheezing: Oh that'd be funny. *laughter starts dying down* But not funny enough.

*they drive off, leaving Harley at the side of the road as she signals to Red and some other companions to give chase*

#batjokes #joker #batman #tim drake #harley quinn

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parttime-creative · 3 months

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The Portrait of Regina Mills - Part 3

This is based on this prompt by @italymystery-swanqueen

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pairing: SwanQueen

fandom: Once Upon A Time

setting: AU

chapter summery: Emma and Henry have some mother-son bonding time with each other and the old manor. However staying here starts to become creepy as Emma has an unlikely nightly encounter and makes an interesting discoverey...

WC: 3703

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CHAPTER 3: The first full moon.

The first week of their stay at the late Mills manor was nearing its end and Emma finally dared to say, the old house started to feel like a home again. She could see their three months here turning into something like a vacation. Being a house sitter wasn’t at that hard after all, she determined proudly. Now that she had eliminated times dusty grasp on the manor. The old keeper really hadn’t done a great job at maintaining it. She blew out her feather duster like a sheriffs revolver and winked at the pair of golden eyes of R. Mills in front of her.

The paintings brown eyes sparkled in amusement.

“Don’t worry, Darling, I am your knight in maid’s armor. Those dust bunny armies have nothing on me and my Excalibur. Pew, pew, pew!” She fished some cobwebs of the paintings corner.

“Hehe! Emma Swan, manor maid magnifique!” She stopped abruptly. “Okay no. That sounds atrocious.”

“Don’t you laugh at me! Not my fault this house is such a dust bin! Couldn’t you have lived in a smaller one?”

Her ladder wobbled as Emma shifted her weight and she yelp as she held onto it.

“Woah! Okay, okay! I didn’t say nothing! Your house is beautiful. Peace, okay? No ones gonna clean here, if I fall. Certainly not Henry!”

“Moooom! I am done dusting the living room!”

Emma could have sworn the paintings eyebrows rose ever so slightly. She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, usually you wouldn’t get him to clean anything. Have you seen the room of a teenager these days?”

“Mooom?” Henrys head appeared in the doorway to the entrance hall. “Who are you talking to?”

“Uhm, no one…. ?”

Her son raised his eyebrows in a way that made it abundantly clear he was not convinced.

“Are you losing it? Do I need to call the nice people in white?”

“Oh yeah! Ruth really is. Especially for brainstorming story ideas. She really has good ideas, unlike someone …”

“Ha.ha. Very funny.” Emma climbed down the ladder.

“If you must know, I was talking with Mrs. Mills. She is an excellent listener.”

“I don’t, but Ruth? Really?”

“Henry, give me a break! No everyone can have a mind like yours, also…. Ruth? Why Ruth?”

“ R dot Mills? Or do you know her name?”

“What? It starts with “R”!”

“Sure, but have you looked at her? She doesn’t look like a Ruth at all!”

“She totally does!”

“No way!”

“Okay what do you think is her name then?”

“Absolutely!”

“Never!”

Emma hesitated. She looked back up at the enormous painting of the dark haired woman. Her dark eyes looking back down at her. Their brown iris seemingly almost golden in the midmorning sun. Her expression regal. She looked like a queen ready to rule over her subjects, watching her residency. She looked refined and respectful.

“If she’s old, what am I then?”

“I don’t know, something powerful and elegant, like… Rose or Raven … maybe even Raegan.”

“Nahhh, those are too modern. She’s old!”

“Not in that picture, mom! But have you looked at this place. These portraits are painted like what, a hundred years ago? No one lived in this place for ages.”

Henry was right and Emma had cleaned the dust to prove it. But still, it felt utterly wrong to call a woman like that old. It felt disrespectful and somehow…. Unfair?

“Still, Ruth? That’s not it. Maybe Roslynn?”

“She so does NOT look like a Roslynn! You really bad at naming people, it’s embarrassing.”

“Hey! I named you!”

“Mum, my name is Henry. As in your grandfather. Reaaaaal creative!”

“OH, SHUT UP YOU LITTLE-!”

Her voice got cut by her son’s yelp as she began chasing him into the living room, waving her duster like a baseball bat. Henry giggled and laughed as he ran from her until his escape came to a sudden halt on the big sofa.

“I, Henry Daniel Swan, shan’t be afraid of a mere woman, waving about with a toothpick. Face me wench, ENGARDE!” and he pulled his own feather duster from in between the sofa cushions, holding it out towards his mother. Emma was taken aback for a second then, she grinned.

“You have overstepped your welcome boy!” she taunted, lightly tapping her duster against his. “I shall accept your duel, for I win, tonight’s dinner shall be server by your hands, child!”

“Wretched maid, so it shall be, for I win, it shall be paid by your gold in the fine woman granny’s establishment!”

“So it shall be!”

“AHHHH MOM AHAHAHAH NO, STOP AHHAH I can’t,I yield…. I YIELD!!!”

With a quick flick of her wrist Emma gave Henry a mouthful of feathery dust. Her son coughed and yapped and glared at her.

“The wench plays unfair. So be it!” he tossed a cushion at her and followed it up with a big jump from the sofa onto her. Emma managed to avoid the pillow but couldn’t dodge her son. Immediately she felt his bodyweight in her arms and sputtered to get the dusters feathers out of her mouth.

“Take that, evil queen!” he laughed as he kept tickling her nose with the old feathers.

Emma couldn’t speak, her mouth still full of feathers, her nose itching from the dust and with a gigantic sneeze she threw her son back onto the sofa. He yelped. Emma sneezed again before her fingers found their way under his arms and began tickling the boy relentlessly.

“Take that, ungrateful peasant.” Emma grinned. “Dinner’s on you tonight.”

Henry grumbled and sat up.

“That’s so unfair.”

“Hey, I won fair and square. You gave up.”

~*~

In the evening Emma and Henry settled on the huge leather couch. Both grasping a cup of cocoa with cinnamon in their hands and huddled around Emma’s old Laptop for a cozy Netflix session. The manor didn’t have a TV, which wasn’t all that bad, Emma reconned. It was a good reason for Henry to try out new things and activities that he couldn’t do in the city.

They had settled for Star Wars, both of their favorite movie franchise - also the only movies Emma had still downloaded on her laptop. Their love for movie nights was one of Emma’s favorite things she shared with her son. That and hot cocoa with cinnamon of course. She loved it when Henry snuggled into her. She’d miss this terribly once he’d be all grown up, maybe even moved out. So she took every second of his cuddling, even when it meant she’d have to watch Start Wars for the millionth time.

“Huh… I don’t remember there was a piano in the score in that scene…” Henry suddenly mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Emma asked confused. Her mind had drifted off, lulled in by John Williams’ music and the constant light saber noises.

“Don’t you hear the piano? I don’t remember there being a piano.” Henry repeated and this time Emma heard it too.

“You’re right. I never noticed before.”

“ ‘Cuz there usually isn’t!”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!” Henry kept insisting and finally just paused the movie. His and Emma’s eyes grew wide as the faint sound of the piano continued.

“What, it wasn’t in the movie?” he whispered, his voice audible scared.

“No, I am coming with you!” He demanded. Emma chuckled.

Emma shifted on the couch and sat up.

“Sounds like it’s coming from the music room. I probably forgot to turn off the radio after cleaning this afternoon. I’ll get it. You can continue the movie, if you want.”

“Are you scared?” she teased.

“Maybe a little…” he admitted, his hand slipping into hers.

Emma held her tongue. It was not fair to tease her son for being scared. He was a child after all and the stories about the manor being haunted probably hadn’t gone past him either. She felt a small bit of anger rise up in her chest again. Small town folk really was the worst. Never the less the two of them made their way to the music room, following the soft piano notes.

“Did… Did that piano… just play on it’s own?” Henry whispered, his voice quivering.

“Mom… that doesn’t sound like the radio”, Henry whispered and she felt him hugging her arm. It in fact did not sound like the old radio sitting atop the fireplace. There was no crackling or statics within the sound.

“I know that song…” Emma mumbled.

With determination in her step she walked over to the old piano and opened the wooden lid atop it’s key. Within moments the music stopped, but Emma could have sworn she had seen the keys below the cover move, when she lifted it.

“Almost seems like it. But hey, that’s not unheard of” Emma tried to reassure him.

Henry nibbled on his lower lip and eyed the instrument from a safe distance.

“But, it’s a piano!”

“Well it could be a pianola.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a clockwork instrument, like a hurdy gurdy. Some rich folks or like restaurants had them to simulate life music. They have a small metal cylinder with bumps on it, that turns and basically pings the right strings of the piano to play the notes. It’s all mechanical an no magic.” She winked. “We probably activated it this afternoon. Nothing to worry about.”

“Okay…”. He didn’t seem convinced.

“So it did play on it’s own! The piano is haunted!” Henry shrieked and immediately duck behind the Chaise in the middle of the room.

“Come, look if you press the key, you can’t hear anything, it’s dead-“ her voice got cut short when the soft pling of the piano note sounded through the room.

“What the-“, she mumbled. She pressed the key again. The note was slightly out of tune, no one, it probably hadn’t been played in years, but this… definitely wasn’t a pianola.

Emma had to admit, she was at a loss for words. There was no reasonable explanation. If that piano was a simple, regular old piano – was there really a ghost in these halls? She just stared at the wall against which the piano was placed. It wasn’t an outer wall. She couldn’t find anything that could explain the notes. No mold, no water, no signs of mice living in it, no wind blasting through the walls. Just a regular old piano, against a wall decorated with paintings. There even was one, where R. Mills sat on a very similar one, eyes closed lost in the music she probably was playing. Maybe this was the same piano? Was it really haunted by the late owner? Maybe she missed hearing its sound.

Without much of a thought Emma slit back the stool placed in front of the instrument and sat down. It had been sometime since she had last played, but some songs had been so engrained in her mind that her fingers still remembered them. Within a few unsure notes, she started playing Für Elise. The piano was out of tune, yes, but not so bad that it was horrible to listen to. The notes were some halftones lower and gave the song a deeper, kind of sorrowful sound to it.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Henry asked after some lines.

“Are you not scared?”

“I am playing the piano. If there really is a ghost, he very obviously wanted the piano to be played again. I might not now all the notes to the Bone Waltz, but I guess that’s the next best thing to it, don’t you think?”

Henry was quiet, but she saw him come up from his hiding place.

“Maybe a little.” She winked as she continued playing.

“What if the ghost doesn’t like it?”

“Then he should request a song I have the sheets for next time.”

The soft laughter of her son warmed Emma’s chest and her fingers grew steadier.

“I didn’t know you could play the piano.”

“There is a lot you don’t know about me, kiddo.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked.”

“Can you teach me?”

“Sure! Come here.”

She made room for her son on the piano stool and Henry slipped beside her. She took his small hands and placed them on the key.

“These are the base octave, called C-Dur.” She played the notes. “And every 8 keys up and down the line there is the same but an octave higher or lower.”

“What are those then?” he pointed to the black keys.

“Look if you press a key it makes the sound and slowly fades again, because the string in the piano is stopped from vibrating once it’s hammer is pressed onto it again.”

“Those are halftones”

“For what do you need these pedals?”

“For special effects.” Emma made Jazz hands and Henry laughed again.

“There are strings in a piano? And hammers? Don’t they break it?” Henry’s eyes were big and Emma realized he really had never learned anything about a piano before. She chuckled

“Of course not.”

With that their movie was forgotten and the two of them spend the rest of the evening on the piano. Emma teaching her son how to play some simple scales and how to use the pedals. As usual Henry was a fast learner and Emma played with the thought of getting him a keyboard, once they were back in the city.

For the rest of the evening the piano did not once play by itself again.

When Henrys yawning got more frequently and the full moon already shone bright through the windows of the music room, Emma decided it was time for her son to hit the hay. He did protest, of course, but by now she was pretty experienced in shutting him down.

“Okay. Good night, Ruth.” He waved the portrait above the piano. “Looks like she liked our jamming session.” He grinned and left the music room.

“We can continue tomorrow. Maybe we can find some old music sheets in the shelves then. But I am pretty sure we’d need sunlight to read them.”

He rolled his eyes, obviously looking right through her bad argument. The manor had electricity after all.

Emma followed his wave n confusion. The raven-haired woman was leaning on the piano, a brown dog curled up at her feet, her head resting on her hand, the other softly resting on the piano top. A soft smile playing around her lips and her dark eyes gently looking down at Emma, who stared at the portrait.

She hadn’t noticed the dog before, and hadn’t Mrs. Mills been playing the piano before? Her eyes closed and her hands on the keys? Emma rubbed her eyes. She must have imagined that. The painting was still gently smiling at her, blinking softly. Blinking?!

“What the-?!” Emma jumped from her seat. “I guess I should go to bed as well.” She decided and almost sprinted from the room. She must be tired. Portraits don’t blink. Well, usually people also don’t talk to them, like she had done for the past week. But that was different. She didn’t think Ruth would answer! Maybe she had acted to much like the portrait could listen. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. Her mind was most definitely playing tricks on her! And yet, when she reached her room, she still threw a blanket over the portrait hanging above her dresser. In this one Mrs. Mills was sitting in the room’s armchair, reading a book. The same chocolate brown dog from the piano painting curled at her feet. No, if this woman really haunted the manor, she would most definitely not be watched during her sleep. Emma made sure the blanket was secure and wouldn’t slip down during the night.

“Ghosts aren’t real…” she mumbled.

But she still pulled her blanket over her head tonight.

~*~

Within seconds she was wide awake. On tiptoes she sneaked to her door, in her hand she held the first things her fingers had reached – her bedside lamp. Upside down.

The old grandfather clock down the hallways chimed when Emma suddenly woke up.

There was someone in the house. She was sure she hadn’t just dreamed the sound of footsteps walking down the hall outside of her door.

She held it close like a baseball bat, ready to swing at whoever came her way.

“Henry, is that you?” she whispered into the darkness. Well it wasn’t all that dark really. The house was lit up by the full moon shining through some of the windows Emma hadn’t bothered to close all the way.

There, in the pale silver light stood a figure over the sink. One of the sharp kitchen knives glistened in the moonlight as the figure appeared to … cut some apple slices???

Again, there were sounds coming from downstairs!

Emma gripped her lamp tighter and tiptoed down the stairs. A metallic clanking made her turn towards the kitchen.

“Hold it right there!” Emma called out, her lamp raised high, ready to swing.

She heard the figure gasp as she turned around. It was most definitely a woman. Dark hair. A bit smaller than Emma. For a long woman the two of them just stared at each other than the woman bolted from the kitchen towards the dinning room. Emma’s lamp broke on the floor as she sprinted after the intruder.

Suddenly Emma stood in a room where she hadn’t been in before. She was sure this room had been locked before. It looked, however, like a study. One wall was a single big book shelf, a second a single window front. In the middle of the room facing the door stood an enormous desk. Its dark polished wood reflecting the moonlight shinning directly into the room.

“Stop!” she called after her, but the woman literally burst trough the dining rooms double doors into the entry hall. Emma could barely follow. She ran full force into the big swinging doors and could just see the woman’s feet bolt up the stairs. She immediately ran after her. Almost on all fours Emma ran up the stairs and down the hall way. Past the grandfather clock, past Henrys room, past her own and through the door at the end of the hallway.

Emma leaned with one hand in the door frame, panting heavily.

Where did that woman go? She was no where to be seen and this was the only room that had been open. There was no second door out of the room, no window open. It was as if the woman just disappeared into thin air.

“This can’t be…” Emma mumbled. “You don’t get to disappear like that, Missy. I have found quicker people than you again!”

So, the young mother took to exploring the room, searching for any clue where the woman had disappeared to. The bookshelf resulted into no hidden staircase. The desk had no obvious hidden compartments. Or at least none, that would be big enough to house a human. There were no closets in the room Just a dresser on the third wall, opposing the bookshelf. Above the dresser hung another one of R. Mills’ portraits. This one however looked different than the other. It was the same woman, undoubtedly, as in the other pictures all over the manor. But she didn’t smile. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes had a sort of panic in them. She looked uneasy, agitated, as if she was waiting for something - something bad. She sat at the edge of the huge desk, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her posture however wasn’t straight, now regal. She looked as if she had hurried to be on time to an appointment and just waited to jump up again to get to the next. Below her feet der was the rugs corner folded back as if she had just stumbled over it and the painter had decided to capture this exact moment to paint. A truly remarkable painter. This portrait looked so much more life like than the others. It felt like it had just dried moments ago. No, as if the paint was still fresh, still dripping. Emma leaned closer. She could almost feel the emotion of the hurried women in it. Hadn’t she just had a similar situation? R. Mills almost looked like she held her breath in order to not pant.

“Huh, you really must have had a busy life. But why decide to keep a painting like that? Well, I guess I know why you locked it in here, huh?”

Finally, Emma gave up on looking for the intruder. She must have fled into anther room and probably had already jumped out an open window or left the same way she had come. Emma decided to looked for her exit in the morning and swore herself to control every room from now on, so no one could come in uninvited. She probably shouldn’t have been so sloppy with it. After all, hadn’t that been on of Mills’ rules?

She turned on her heels giving the room one last once over before heading back to bed. On her way to the door however her food caught on something and she stumbled. Looking down it was a corner of the old rug, that was folded back. Huh, she must have lifted it, when she had burst into the room. When she kneeled down to fix it her eyes noticed a small indent in the sideboard of the enormous desk. Curiously she let her fingers glider over it. Wait – that was a button! Curiously she pressed it. With a soft click opened the desks side panel. Emma nudged it open fully. It was a small compartment between the inner and the outer panel of the desk, just deep enough for a small book to fit in it. Marveling at the craftsmanship of the desk Emma took out the book from its hiding place.

It looked to be a handbound notebook. Its neat canvas surface was dusty. In the moonlight Emma could read the words on the cover, written in an elegant cursive handwriting:

The diary of Regina Mills.

#SwanQueen #swanqueen #SQ #Once upon a Time #OUAT #ouat #Regina Mills #Emma Swan #The Portrait of Regina Mills #the mystery behind the portrait #my fanfictions #Sorry this took me so long #I am not a really regular writer #but the muse of the story bit me again and this was a lot of fun writing #also i still have my outline sooo good chance i'll actually finish this sometime

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Hi wish you have a good day!!

My English not very good so maybe there have some grammatical error.

And this is my first time to vote a request so maybe is not clear enough or something.

I have an idea for Bo sinclair play basketball with his s/o and he suddenly discovered s/o very good at playing basketball how will he think or what he react?

And after playing for a while s/o got hurt while playing then Bo how will he react？

Then thank you so much!! I really really love you work!

Basketball Court: Bo Sinclair x gn!s/o

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Warnings: Twisted Ankle

A/N: I was excited to make this cause it reminded me of this clip from Cougar Town, you guys get this instead of a gif 😭 (There’s like two comments about BvH one with House of wax and one saying how he needs to be more famous) also you gifts should comment about the clip cause I think it’s hilarious

Also you have a good day too! I’m happy you like my work! It means a lot! <3

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The sun beats down on your face as you make your way with Bo to the small basketball court in town.

“I can’t believe you never told me about this! I mean seriously!”

Bo shrugs, “Didn’t think you were one to play sports like that.”

“You kidding? I love basketball. I was in Varsity throughout high school!”

“Ain’t no way you were that good.”

“I was!” You defend, opening the fence. Bo takes off his sweat shirt, only wearing a wife beater underneath it. You stick out your tongue.

“Go on, I don’t think you were on varsity.” Bo was clearly messing with you, practically begging to start shit. you shrug and start dribbling the basketball deciding you were gonna play offense first.

You tripped him out easily scoring against him, not just once, but multiple times.

“You know for someone who chases and kills people you sure are tripping over your feet a lot Sinclair.” You laugh, he squint and mocks you in a higher pitched voice. You laugh harder.

He takes his opportunity to grab the ball from you and score himself, flipping you off in the process. You wheeze, wiping a tear from your eye. “Holy shit… nahhh that doesn’t count come on now.” You make a grabby hand for the ball. He chuckles and tosses it to you.

You go to jump in the air, something falters in your jumps and you land with your foot rolling inwards. “Ah fuck!”

Bo runs up to you and you start breathing heavily to keep tears from streaming down your eyes. “Holy shit, oh my god. Bo Jesus Christ it hurts.”

Bo picks you up without hesitation. You whimper.

“Hey it’s alright. Get you some ice and elevate your foot. Have to rest for a bit though.” Bo explains, you groan and lean your head aggressively into his shoulder. “Its just for a bit, like two weeks at most.. maybe.”

“Maybe!?” You look at his face. He looks down at you and shrugs.

“Hey it’ll give me some time to fix up the court a bit. I saw all the cracks in it and I’d like to fix it.”

You sigh. “I guess…”

“How are you feeling?”

Bo touched your face gently. You lean into his touch.

“I’d be better if you’d keep doing that.” You mumble. Bo chuckles.

“Poor baby…” Your boyfriend coos. “You’ll feel so much better soon. I’m gonna take this ice off for a bit but we’ll put it back on before you go to bed okay?” Bo kisses your forehead. You point at your lips. He chuckled and rolls his eyes playfully kissing you on the lips. You deepen the kiss and let go.

“Means a lot that you are gonna fix up the court a bit Bo.” You smile and look into his blue eyes.

“It ain’t much.” Bo shrugs and he starts to get up to take the towel and ice off your ankle.

“It is though! I love basketball and have been itching to play it! Now I get to and I get a whole new court because of you! It means like the whole world and more!” You spread your arms enthusiastically.

“It’s no problem. I just like to see my baby happy is all.”

He gives you one last kiss before heading downstairs. You smile and wonder how you go so spoiled.

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader

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memory-mortis · 10 months

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Part 2 of me yelling because tumblr started lagging and I don’t wanna retype all that

BECAUSE THE FOREIGN GOD WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SOMEONE HE TRUSTS??? LIKE SOMEONE WHO OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO SLEEP WITH HIM BUT CONSENTED BUT NAHHH HAVE HIM RAPE SETH TOO. AND THE WAY THE MIRROR PLOT WAS JUST DROPPED WAS STRAIGHT UP WASTED POTENTIAL LIKE HATHOR WAS LITERALLY HIDING HER POWER LIKE SHE LITERALLY BURNT SETH??? ALSO HATHOR TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE FACT THAT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO ISIS TO SPREAD HER AGENDA ABOUT MARRYING HORUS EVEN THOUGH HORUS LITERALLY HAS 0 INTREST IN HER IS SO??????

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Ok bye it’s 12 am and I gotta go sleep gotta wake up early u3u 💕

AH i completely forgot to reply to this after finishing the manga!!!

so. i'm all caught up. here are my thoughts: overall i like the manga. i like horus and seth and i like how dumb horus acts around his uncle (WHEN HE TURNED INTO THAT SMALL BIRD?? horus my son you are smitten STUPID) and i do hope that they get together. anubis' storyline had me in tears and i wonder how that's going to get resolved.

but i cannot overlook how often seth gets raped. i don't mind rape in stories, personally it doesn't bother me *much* and it can be a good plot point if done well. the first time i was like "ok he tried to do it to horus so maybe it is justified" (and the scene was kinda hot ngl... my morals are questionable). with osiris, i thought "oh, maybe this would be some kind of trauma that gets addressed!" it doesn't get addressed much. it's not really treated as something traumatizing. isis keeps blaming seth for something that was against his will. with that group from the caravan, i thought, "well, this is probably his atonement. he's going through what the women had to go through. go feminism?" but then it also happened with that unknown god and at that point i got kind of disappointed.

there have been a couple sexual scenes so far and none of them included consent in any form. seth doesn't seem very traumatized from these instances despite it happening multiple times. if there isn't a single consensual scene in this entire manga, not even with horus, then i'll be very pissed. maybe the author is just trying to go for some kind of dark romance and i don't get it because i don't read those kinds of things much. i don't know.

sorry for the wall of text lol

and hathor is so pretty but damn girl you're chasing after a homosexual!!

#tw rape #ennead

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 7 months

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so back during SuMo days, I used to selfship with Guzma. I would imagine that my SI's Growlithe would try to bite his heels and set him on fire when he was a villain but after my SI and he get together, she'd warm up to him (no pun intended). But then the puppy would evolve into an Arcanine and tackle him affectionately and pin him down to give him giant sloppy kisses which would drive him nuts and go "I liked it better when you hated me!!" (and then the Arcanine would proceed to happily chase after Team Skull grunts that tried to help him)

JASDKAFJHSIDGDGSDGSAJSSI STOP I HAD A ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS READING THISSS ITS SO CUTE!!!

the adorable buildup how growlithe will constantly find ways to hurt guzma just because he was... yk doing team skull stuff BUT THEN HE BECOMES A GOOD GUY, (now evolved) ARCANINE LOVES HIM AND JUST ACTS LIKE A GOLDEN RETRIEVER - WAGGING THE TAIL AND STUFF TO GUZMAAA SO CUTE SO CUTE the whole "i liked you better when you burned my HEELS" nahhh nah you gotta embrace the loving doggie its now or never GUZMA...

guzma is also just one of my favorite characters in general (and definitely for sun and moon) so this made me smile a whole lot - love that guy! /platonic he deserves happiness

#~ mailbox #anon tag

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crystalninjaphoenix · 2 years

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MerMay 2022 Day Two Secret Meeting

It was an unusually hot day for this time of year. Chase rested his head on the rotted wooden boards of the old dock, closing his eyes. The sun was warm on his back. He’d have to go back underwater soon, since all this heat could dry him out quickly, but for now he enjoyed the feeling of it.

Suddenly, a rattling noise clanged through the still air. Chase jerked his head upward and looked over at the chain link fence that blocked off this part of the beach. There was a group of three human teenagers standing in front of it: two boys and a girl, all wearing colorful swimsuits. As he watched, one of the boys started climbing up the fence.

Chase stared at them for a moment. They couldn’t seriously be trying that. There was a lifeguard well within sight. But apparently that didn’t matter to these teens, as the other boy and the girl started climbing the fence as well. It only took a few moments for them to get up and over, landing on the pebbly ground on the other side. Immediately, Chase ducked under the old dock, hiding from view.

The teenagers started walking along the beach, looking around. Chase tried not to panic. What were they doing here?! Had they seen him?! Were they going to get in the water?! This was horrible timing. He’d come here for a meeting, so he couldn’t just leave. But if they saw him—

As the three of them walked closer to the old dock, he could hear them talking. “No way, no way,” one of the boys was saying. “There aren’t sharks in this part of the ocean.”

“Well why else would they have blocked it off?” The girl countered, her hands on her hips. “I mean, it’s not as sandy over here, but it’s not, like, dangerous or anything.”

“Maybe someone owns it,” the other boy guessed.

“Nahhh, if someone owned it, they would’ve been using it,” the girl said. “Look at that dock. It’s all old and broken and stuff. They would’ve replaced it.”

“Whoa, that’s like...really old,” said the first boy. He walked over to the dock. Hidden underneath the wooden boards, Chase backed up further. “It looks like it’s gonna fall apart at any moment.” The boy put a foot on the dock, but stepped away when it creaked beneath his weight.

“Heh. Hey, how much could we pay you to walk all the way to the end of it?” The other boy asked.

“I have cash in the car, we could pay you right now,” the girl added, smiling.

“Hmmm.” The first boy considered it. “Twenty.”

“Deal,” the other two said in unison.

“Well, alright, then.” The boy grinned, and walked out onto the dock. The rotten planks groaned. Chase shrank back, almost completely going underwater with just the top of his head sticking out. If the dock collapsed and that boy fell, he’d definitely see him. There would be no hiding his tail or any other fishy parts. Sure, the other teens might not believe him, but they might tell people at their school, and rumors might get out, and that was the last thing they needed right now—Chase stopped his thoughts from spiraling any further.

He had to leave right now. He couldn’t risk it. But just as he was about to swim away, he heard a new voice shout “Hey!”

All three teens turned towards the sound. There was a woman walking down the beach, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. “What’re you kids doing here?! You’re not supposed to be here!”

“Oh shit! Book it!” The girl shouted. Instantly, all three of them sprinted back towards the fence, scrambling to climb over it.

The woman stared after them, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed. Only once the teenagers were back on the other side, running farther away down the beach, did she turn towards the water. “You there?” she asked, sitting down at the edge of the water.

Chase surfaced, swimming over to her. “You know, technically, you’re not supposed to be here either,” he said.

Stacy laughed. “Yeah, but they don’t know that.” She sighed. “Ah. Remember being like that? Idiots who thought they could do anything?”

“Of course I do.” Chase smiled softly. “But...” His expression fell. “It’s a lot less fun when you’re trying not to get discovered.” He paused. “So...how are things? Has anything happened on your end?”

“No.” Stacy shook her head. “TridentCorp has no idea we broke in. Well, actually, they do know. But they don’t know it was me.”

“Did Roxy get in trouble?” Chase asked. When they broke into the TridentCorp building to rescue Jack, Stacy had pretended to be her sister, who had been invited. That ruse had fallen apart quickly as the two of them had to run out of the building with rescued merms in tow.

“Not so far.” Stacy shrugged. “All she has to do is deny she knows anything. It’s not like I went disguised as her, it was just me, and none of those TridentCorp assholes have seen me before.”

Chase let out a breath of relief. “A-alright. That’s good. So...they're not after us.”

“For now, at least.” Stacy paused. “Even if they figure it out, I don’t regret anything. No matter what happens.” She reached out and grabbed Chase’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

Chase smiled a bit. “How are the kids?”

“They’re great. Busy with school and all that. We’ll come to visit around the Easter holidays.”

The two of them talked for a couple hours, catching each other up on events in their respective worlds. The sun had moved noticeably by the time Stacy headed out. Chase waved at her as she left, then headed out to sea.

Hidden on the shadowy sea floor, half-buried beneath silt and sand, a figure with glowing green eyes watched him swim away.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #jacksepticeye au #septic egos au #chase brody #brigid writes fanfiction #mermay snippets

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michaelaftonsluv · 2 years

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AAAH i have an idea for a part two to the crack baby fanfic lol

maybe michael kinda breaks down n we comfort him n all that blah blah, and he falls asleep on the couch

MAYYYBE and hear me out, william pulls up to the house asking "ohh is my son here i need to talk to him" in a 'calm' voice but we can tell hes ready to bounce off the walls at anytime, so we lie and say "ooohhhh nahhh i haven't seen him since like yesterday" and willy leaves

turns oooout michael was awake and listened to us lie to willy for his safety and hes grateful ig idk

i'm not a writer so i just thought of this yeahhh

Yoo I did this!! Here it is

crack baby (part one) here!

Hope you like part two :) Thank you all for the love on part one.

crack baby part two

bite of ‘83 michael x reader

genre: angst

12:56 A.M.

The clock in your living room showed.

Michael had stopped sniffling by now, and was now fast asleep in your lap, drooling. You took this opportunity to slowly take his shoes off for him and gently place them next to the sofa.

Before this, when you confronted him about the whole blood on his shoes thing, he just completely broke down.

“I’m sorry to incon-inconvenience you.” He sniffled. “I just cannot face my fa-father right now, he’ll actually ki-kill me. He’s capable of so much.” He choked out, his British accent was very clear throughout his stuttering.

Poor Michael looked so scared.

“That’s okay. I can let you live here for a little bit, I just have to find a way to hide you from my parents.” You smiled. He gave a half smile and cuddled up on your couch.

He didn’t end up telling you what the blood was, but you figured he’d tell you soon enough.

The room grew silent, with nothing but Michael’s sniffles and the rain pouring down outside to keep your ears entertained.

“Remember when you used to sneak over here when we were kids and we’d watch movies and have slumber parties?” You whispered. Michael smiled. “And my mom used to always knew when I snuck out somehow and always come to pick me up a few hours later.” He smiled. “I guess this is kinda like that, just, you know.. I’m hiding from my dad.” He laughed. You weren’t sure if you should laugh along with him, so you just smiled.

You lost your train of thought when you heard a knock at your door to which, your dog started barking.

“Shh.. shh!!” You told your dog as you looked over at your clock.

1:00 A.M.

“Hello?” A familiar British voice sounded from behind the door.

Shit, it’s Mr. Afton.

Your dog continued barking.

“Sweetie I’ll answer it, just, hold on!” You panicked. If you were to open the door right now, Mr. Afton was sure to see Michael. You got up, put a blanket loosely over Michael, moved a table in front of the sofa. As you opened the door, you could feel your spine tingle.

It was Mr. Afton.

“Sorry to come at such a late hour, Ms. L/n. I’m just in a panic.” He said, giving you a slight smile. “No, it’s no worries.” You smiled. It was no longer raining, so you had no reason to invite him inside your house.

“I’ll cut to the chase.” He said “Do you know where Michael is?” He asked calmly.

Shit. Was he onto you?

You had to come up with a response on a whim. “Uh, no I haven’t seen him since Friday. Sorry about that. If he comes around, I can take a message for you!” You said. Mr. Afton frowned.

“Where are your parents?” He asked, his eyebrows getting stiff. “Overseas.” You responded. That actually wasn’t a lie, your dad was a real estate agent, and your mom came along with him for trips. Right now, they were in Africa.

“I can take a message for you.” You repeated.

You could see Mr. Afton peering behind you, to the couch. Michael was there, but he was well enough covered to where Mr. Afton couldn’t see him. What was he looking at?

You quickly realized he wasn’t looking at the sofa, but he was looking at the shoes next to the sofa.

As soon as he noticed you noticed he was staring, he choked up a response and pulled at his shirt collar. “Oh, uh, please tell him that his father is lookin for him, and uh,” he paused, looking behind you again. “..that I miss him.” He added. “Will do, goodbye Mr. Afton, it was great talking to you.” You closed the door and locked it.

You turned around to see Michael awake, looking at you. You gasped. “No no, don’t worry. I only just started sitting up right now, he didn’t see me.” He assured you. You exhaled with relief. “I was so scared, he saw your shoes but he didn’t ask to come in. Did I wake you up?” You asked. “No, he did. I could feel his presence from a mile away, I knew he’d come here.” He responded. You looked at the ground. You could feel Michael come up to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “Hey,” he shook you, causing you to look up to him, “he didn’t see me and he probably won’t come back, don’t worry.” He smiled at you.

“Thank you for lying for me. I owe you BIG time.” He emphasized the “big”. “Are you feeling better?” You asked. “No, but you make me feel better, so I’m fine.” He looked in your eyes. You smiled and hugged him, which he wasn’t expecting, so he flinched a bit. Eventually he hugged back.

“Do you want a midnight snack?” You asked.

“Y/n, its,” he looked over at the clock, “1:06 A.M.. That would be more like breakfast.” He laughed.

You and Michael started making eggs and bacon. After that, you guys fell asleep on your couch.

#fanfiction #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #michael afton x reader #william afton #fnaf x reader #angst #fluff #bite of 83 #i love michael so much #pre scoop

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blueparadis · 2 years

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Takeomi please 🥹 What you want: ♡ ★ ☼ ☠

Headcanon game

At first I was like “what you want?🤨” and somewhere in my head, a voice said,“ I want it alll!🤤” so I wrote all...

Takeomi Akashi

♡ - romantic headcanon

Akashi is easily sweapt by bubbles of happiness. He is easy to please and sometimes your presence is enough to make him smile. He cherishes every moment he has spent with you, however short, however sad. But he never forgets to show his through little things.

He'll smell the flowers you just gifted him, in your absence and smile thinking his pursuits of chasing you wasn't in vain.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Takeomi is a dedicated pal and partner. So, anything that would harm you, anything that threatens you, anything that holds the ability to hurt you and paint your smile pain it makes him madly crazy.

But you're the one who keeps this time bomb from detonating. At the end, no matter what he'll stop leaving mayhem in wake if you ask him to do so since he knows that somewhere along the way his actions hurt you.

★ - sad headcanon

Akashi’s sadness is deep seated. He can't express it well and often deflects it with a bunch of questions. But somedays his secluded soul is soaked in too much sadness that all he does is to nuzzle against your embrace. He keeps crawling back to you when he visits his memory lane of happiness. A kiss on his forehead and a hug from you is what keeps him going.

He isn't that great at comforting and hence when he sees you in wrapped in wicked whimpers all he can do is to pull you in his hug. He believes that such explosive emotions shouldn't be buried and he rubs your back,holds your gently as memories leak through your eyes. Although, he keeps his sadness tucked under those stone cold stares yet presses you to express.

☼ - appearance headcanon

Buisness Director Takeomi Akashi has an exquisite taste in attires and attributes. He is fond of cufflinks; he has even a lucky one, the one which he wears while taking you out on dates. Nahhh! He doesn't need luck in business.

Buisness Director Takeomi Akashi wears dark colored suits, and collar cufflinks as well as hand cufflinks are must. He always prefers well polished pitch black boots and a contrasting tie. His most favourite attire is tuxedo although he wears it occasionally, only during parties and gatherings.

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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Probably a weird request, but you know how humans are ticklish? I highly doubt animatronic's get ticklish so... Security Breach Platonic for all Glamrocks, if you can, where Monty puts his hand on the reader's shoulder for some reason, and they jump about six feet in the air because his thumb tickled their neck. Now the entire group is chasing Y/N to tickle them.

Nahhh this is a cute request! Apologies for the delay for posting. Hope you enjoy!

Relationships: Montgomery Monty/Roxanne Wolf/Glamrock Freddy/Glamrock Chica x Female Reader

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach

Warnings: Ticklish reader, chasing, fluff :)

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“Okay guys. How are we doing?” I ask, stepping into the room full of the main four animatronics. There really was no point in asking if they were fatigued, since robots don’t actually get tired. But, because I have worked with them for so long, they’re like family.

They all turned their heads towards me. Freddy and Monty were sitting on the sofas, talking amongst each other. Chica and Roxanne were doing the same, but on the other side of the room. Each one gives me a positive answer to my question.

“Good. Next song starts in ten minutes.” I announce, looking down at my clipboard.

“So soon?” Chica whines. She slumps her shoulders in an exhausted way. Being around humans for so long, it’s no surprise they learned the human ways.

Roxanne perks up. “Oh yeah! Can’t wait for this one!”

“That’s right.” Freddy stands to his full height. “Roxy has a solo in this last song.” I nod. All four animatronics gather around me as we talk.

Monty chuckles, his hand resting on my shoulder as he looks at me. “So do I! Right, (Y/N)?” Just as I was humming in agreement, a certain soft feeling swiped over my lower neck. I practically jumped out of Monty’s gentle grip, yelping at the odd sensation. Monty took a step back in surprise. “Are you okay?” He asks worriedly after a few seconds of silently observing my sudden move.

Warmth started to rise, starting at my neck and up to my forehead. I was embarrassed. My arms hug the clipboard tightly in comfort. All the robots were staring at me.

“What happened?” Chica asks.

“I am not sure. Did I hurt you somewhere?” Monty, bless his heart, must’ve thought he accidently used his overpowering robot strength against me. It really wasn’t that.

“How could you do that?!” Roxanne stands in front of me as a shield.

Monty growls in anger, denying his actions. I quickly get myself into control before things got out of hand. Standing up straight, I cleared my throat as loudly as I could. “Guys!” I got their attention, Roxanne stepping away so everyone could see me. “I’m sorry. Monty, you did nothing to hurt me.”

“Huh? Then what made you jump?” Monty asks, the others nodding with his question.

“Ah…well…” I avoid eye contact, nervous to tell them. “I’m….ticklish…”

They went silent for a bit. Then, Roxanne burst into laughter, with the others following along.

“Ticklish?!” Roxanne holds her stomach, as if her stomach was hurting from the amusing situation. I nod instinctively with a red face.

“I never expected that.” Chica giggles.

“Yeah. I was scared something bad has happened.” Monty adds.

Freddy chuckles as well. “Well, at least now we know.”

Roxanne fake wipes a tear from her eye, a glint in her eye as she glances at me. “Yeah…”

“Roxy…” I warn, stepping back towards the doors. The wolf robot moves quickly, reaching her arms out to tickle me. I managed to dodge out of her grasp, but the others followed her.

Long story short, they ended up being late to their performance from chasing me all over the building.

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sapphire374 · 3 years

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Soy Sol: Chapter 11 (The Cut that Burrows Deep)

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Ámbar feels like every step she takes, the more she can feel her heartbeat. It’s like she’s carrying it in her arms with nothing to guard it, out in the open alone. She opens the cold rusted handle of the entrance to the restaurant. There she is, her biological mom trembling while drinking a glass of water. Ámbar sums up all the courage inside her and takes the chance to approach her. When she grabs the seat in front of her, Sylvania can’t help but stare in shock. “Wow Ámbar, you truly have grown.” Ámbar may have brought all her walls down for the people she loves, but she puts them back up with this stranger.

“You can’t say that since you were never there for me. That’s no fair,” Ámbar chided. Sylvania chokes up and avoids eye contact. “Look Ámbar, I now know after everything that has happened the big mistake I made, but at the time it felt like the best option for you. I was young and didn’t have the means nor felt ready to take care of a child. I thought Sharon would’ve been a better parental figure instead of a young girl like myself. I later on regretted it and that’s something I shall have to carry with me for the rest of my life.”

Ámbar grips onto her purse trying very hard to hold back all her tears. She wonders why did this lady chose Sharon specifically and why did Sharon try to keep it a secret for so long? “I understand you were young, but I know that’s not the whole story because I have memories being in a different house that was NOT Benson Mansion. You saw me, you knew me, and didn’t like me enough to keep me,” Ámbar rebuked. Sylvania is showing tears now, she’s choking up with every word as her hand trembles just to take a sip of water. “It wasn’t like that at all Ámbar. I tried, I really did try to see if I was capable of taking care of a child. I noticed my arms weren’t so comforting for you. Sometimes when you love someone, so much, you have to let them go because you care,” Sylvania responded. Ámbar doesn’t know whether to believe what she’s saying or not. She wishes she can get out of these tornadoes of lies that always come chasing her. She’s sick of it all. She wants the truth. Is that too much to ask for?

Silence crowds the room, they’re breathing the same air but can’t even look at each other. Sylvania speaks up again. “I know this feels hard to believe but why do you think I came back? It was for that reason, I thought Sharon would be a better parent than me and would take great care of you. I realized I was sadly wrong.”

“Sharon? Of all people? What made you think that a woman who put a place on fire because she was jealous of her own sister would be a perfect parent for a child? Do you know she never showed me affection or love? I had to learn it all on my own. She only showed any signs of care when she needed me part of her plan that only benefitted her. You left me to a person who only cares about themselves,” Ámbar fumed.

“It wasn’t like that at all. I had no idea about her being the cause of the Benson fire and she had already adopted you before that even happened. When I met her, she was a kind woman, I was friends with Lili from work, so I had already knew the family. I assumed that Sharon had a good heart just like Lili, even though she was seemingly different. The whole time I would interact with her, she was always nice and seemed to really want a child because she always felt alone. It all just felt fitting.” Ámbar is trying to put together all the puzzle pieces in her head with Sylvania’s story. Part of her doesn’t believe it but…. It does kind of make sense. For her it justifies nothing even though she has hope.

Before she gets up from her seat, she leaves a wad of cash. “Ámbar where are you going? We haven’t even ordered yet?” Sylvania asks. “I’m not feeling hungry anymore, here’s some money for dinner.” Ámbar heads out the door with no remnants behind other than the tears that fall to the floor.

Jam and Roller

“Eyyy amigo I’m so happy for the release of your new music video!” Gastón exclaims to Matteo. They’re both drinking smoothies while watching the Youtube countdown from Matteo’s phone. These are the special moments Matteo loves to share with Gastón since he’s always been his pal for the longest. He also loves sharing it with Luna too, but they sadly haven’t hit it off as well for a while. Matteo is hoping Gastón’s plan will work for the upcoming days.

Simón heads to their tables with a fresh batch of popcorn. “Wow, how exciting! It’s even more special since you get to enjoy it here at the Jam and Roller with us!” Simón states. Matteo grins but it slowly fades when he sees Luna walk into the cafeteria and completely ignoring him. “What happened?” Simón asks when he sees Matteo’s vivid expression abruptly change. “No nothing, I just wish I got to share this moment with another person too.” When Simón turns his head and sees who Matteo is staring at, he realizes what Matteo meant.

Nina pulls out her purse and hands her phone to Luna. “I know you’re trying to pretend you don’t care but you do. Watch the video, it’ll get rid of all your curiosities.” Luna shakes her head in disapproval. “Nina, the least I want to do is watch a music video of the one I love flirting with a girl who has a huge crush on him as well. They’re practically soulmates, meant for each other,” Luna exaggerates. “Oh c’mon, I know it’s complicated, but you know that’s not true. If you’re not going to do it for him, then do it for yourself. You deserve to see why he arrived late to your date.” Luna glares at Nina and decides to take the phone.

Once the music video is out, everyone begins to cheer for Matteo. Luna sits even more depressed seeing at the ‘amazing’ chemistry Matteo and Viviana had in the music video. She can’t help but doubt herself even more when all the comments from his fans say they ship him with Viviana. “Nina, I’m not feeling so good. I think I’ll just head home.” Nina nods and Luna begins to get up from her chair and head out. Matteo notices and follows her out.

“Luna! Luna, wait up! I need to tell you something,” Matteo yells out. “Matteo not now, I’m not in the mood. Congratulations of your video, it was very nice. I just don’t feel so good okay.” Matteo catches up to her and stands in front. “Look Luna, I don’t know if you’ll listen to me now but please go to tomorrow’s concert I’m having. My manager is having me make a concert to promote the single, but it wouldn’t be the same without you. Please Luna. You never miss any of my concerts,” Matteo begs. Luna gradually smiles. “Really? You still want me there?”

“Of course, I do Luna.” Luna now can’t help but blush. “Matteo, of course I’ll go. Even though I’m still a little upset at you calling me jealous, standing me up on our date, and not believing or listening to me, I still care. Since you want me there, I’ll be there.” Matteo is surprised by Luna’s comment and begins to graciously smile too. It was a moment for them, they hadn’t had one like this in a long time. It felt needed.

Nico is in the rink sitting on one of the chairs, he seems to be working on something since he has his notebook open with his pen. Jim enters and sees him alone. “Hey there, what are you working on?” Jim asks. “Oh just a few verses, I’m trying to get ahead on the Roller Band song for the competition, but nothing seems to come into mind,” Nico says. Jim heads to the seat beside him. She sits down and carefully glances over his blank page. “Oh yeah you do seem to be having some trouble,” Jim chuckles. “If you’d like I can help, I’m use to writing songs with Yam.” Nico turns and faces Jim, “Yes of course. I need all the help I can get; it’s been a while for me since I got to write a song with the Roller Band.” They both laugh together and get working on the song.

Jazmín dashes to Delfi holding a small slip of paper. “You won’t believe what just happened?” Delfi carefully places her books into her locker after seeing Jazmín rush to her. “Is it something new for the Fundom or for your blog, Ja Jazmin?” Delfi predicts. “Nope, you’re very far off. Look at this,” Jazmín hands Delfi the note. The more she reads it, the more her eyes grow like a flower blooming in the season, keeps opening. She’s in plain shock as Jazmín nods from her amusement. “Right! I have a secret admirer!! I have to post about this on my blog!” Jazmín frantically grabs her phone from her pocket but right when she’s about to film, Delfi stops her. “No Jazmín, this is something special. Honestly, I think this is something you should keep for yourself, every celebrity likes to keep their personal life separate from their work life,” Delfi advises. Jazmín thinks for a second and says, “Nahhh I’ll still post it, plus this can even help us discover who the anonymous writer is!”

The Restaurant

Yam is wearing her golden shimmery dress that Jim helped her pick out. She’s very anxious about her date with Ramiro, she wants it to go out perfect since this was something she had been dreaming of for a while. He puts down the menu and slips his hand under hers to her surprise. He gives her a shy smile. “I had been dreaming of this for a while. Before, I would always try to move on, but I just couldn’t. My mind just couldn’t forget about you,” Ramiro admits. Yam begins to tear up. “I felt the same way for so long but never said anything worried you didn’t feel the same way. I’m so happy about this moment. I don’t care how long I had to wait, it was totally worth it.”

Throughout the whole night, Yam and Ramiro shared college stories and even old memories of each other. How Yam never stopped writing songs about him and how Ramiro would skate imagining about her. Everything went smooth till dessert came. A random man with a suit and tie approached their table and faces Yam. “You look familiar, are you Yamila Sanchez from that Ja Jazmin blog?” Yam stays startled and stutters, “uhhh yes why?” The man quickly pulls a card out of his pocket. “Hillside Records, I’m the owner. I would like to set up a meeting with you for a chance at a record deal.” Yam immediately glares at Ramiro for a response. He shows his approval and gestures for Yam to respond. “Yes I would love to!” Yam exclaims. “Great! I’m available tomorrow at 5 pm. There is one important detail I have to tell you,” the man says. “Yes, what is it,” Yam asks. “The record company is not in Buenos Aires. It’s in California.” He proceeds to hand her the card. “Think about it, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaves and Yam shows her disappointment to Ramiro, she couldn’t believe how such an exciting offer can turn to something so depressing. If she took this offer, that means she would have to leave her family, her friends, and her chance at being with Ramiro.

“Look I know this is hard to think about but just follow your heart. If this is something you truly want go for it, I can wait longer,” Ramiro grabs her hand and holds it. “I don’t know what to say. I never knew me pursuing a music career would mean I have to leave everything and everyone I love,” Yam gradually lets her tears fall onto her glittery dress.

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dancingthesambaa · 3 years

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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 6

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black-furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 6: And So It Begins

“I’m back,” MK tiredly said as he dragged his form out of the blazing sun and into the cool restaurant, “orders delivered, traffic long and people angry, but food is delivered.”

“Great, but you still have another delivery,” Pigsy replied as his back was turned.

“Just one,” he grinned, “compared to the other ten this will be a piece-,”

He slammed down 30 orders down in front of him on the already bustling counter.

“Of cake,” he deflated as he saw the monumental amount of food. “What the-Are we feeding an entire town?!”

“Close. Party, though I should have charged their ungrateful asses extra for the rush order,” he growled out, “who gives an hour warning Huh?!”

“Apparently them,” he groaned as he picked up and carried the whole load into the car.

“And when you get back, there are a dozen more orders to take care of,” Pigsy called out.

“Got it bossman,” he yelled out, then he slammed the door closed and he sat up straight with a grin, “alright this won’t be so bad.”

“BEEF? BEEF?!! I WANTED MISO! GET IT RIGHT YOU STUPID DRIVER! The voice yelled out at MK as the two stood at the doorway.

“I’m sorry but-,” he winced as he was cut off by the rude woman screech.

“You better be sorry! I could have your job for this big of a screw up! You are nothing!”

“Technically I just delivered your food,” he whispered to himself.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing!” He put on his best service smile, “I’m very sorry about this, how about I take your food back so that I can-.”

Splat

MK watched as the woman threw down her food in a fit of rage.

“There’s your damn food, now pick it up and get me a new one,” she spat out.

MK looked down at the pile of food that Pigsy put his sweat and blood into slowly dripping off the stone stairs. He took a deep breath as he put his hand in his pocket to subtly squeeze the stress ball and looked at the woman.

“I’m not cleaning that up,” he deadpans and walks back to the car.

“What?!”

“Also,” he rolled down his window when he got in the car, “if you would like to order for a party, next time call ahead of time.” He then quickly drove off until he could no longer hear the yells of the angry woman.

He rode until he reached the grocery store, parked at the edges of the lot where there were barely any cars, unbuckled his seat belt, and laid his head on top of the wheel.

“I. Hate. People. Sometimes.” He lightly banged his head with each word then he leaned back and took out the ball and squeezed it a few times. “I really do.”

He likes to think of himself as a pretty optimistic person, after having his whole life turned around and learning things can get better, he likes to think that the world can be good. But days like these, people like those, make him really put that side of him to the test and today he very much failed that. He should be glad that he didn’t go off on her, like what Pigsy did when some dude tried to scam him or Mei when she is feeling very competitive over some a-holes, but at the same time that sounds amazing.

He squeezed the ball a little tighter.

“I really want to see Dad right now,” he muttered to himself. It would be so easy, just one yell to him and he would be over in less than a second. “I really want him right now…but I made a promise to myself that I would do this without him.”

So he took a deep breath, lifted his head, put on his music, put away his rainbow stress ball, and slowly began his drive back to Pigsy restaurant.

It was during that drive back that he got a call, “Hello?”

“Hey MK, it’s me,” he stopped as he heard Pigsy's voice, he had a feeling he knows what this is about.

“Heyyy Pigsy, I’m almost at the store,” he tried and failed, to sound casual.

“I just got off a call with a very rude customer who said that you threw down her food when she was being oh so kind,” he bluntly said, “even mentioned about assaulting her.”

“That is so not how any of that went down!” He immediately said, “she yelled at me for saying that I made her food wrong and I told her that it can be redone, but she decided to instead throw down all of that food herself and told me to clean it up! Who does that?! And all of this was after she put her hand all through that food, which is so gross by the way, I mean other people are eating that, cause I know she ain’t-,” he was cut off by Pigsy chuckles.

“You don’t need to explain anything, I know you for far too long to even think that you would put too much salt in someone's food let alone throwing it down on the ground.”

“Oh,” he calmed down as he released the tension from the wheel, “that’s good.”

“Yeah, I told it to her straight just exactly how I felt about her being an utter ass to not only myself but my employees. Let’s just say that she was not happy about that and threaten to sue,” he could almost hear him shrug.

“What no!” He tried to stand up, only to realize he was still in the car and he was still buckled up. “I am so sorry!”

“Don’t be, cause jokes on her the world we live in has become pretty up to date with security and, more importantly, security cameras,” he said with a grin, “I don’t think she’s gonna get a single cent when everything that went down was all on video.”

MK let a smile spread across his face, bless technology and all its glory. “That’s good.”

“It sure is. Do you want to take a breather when you come back? I know that woman was more than a handful that what you're used to,” he asked in concern.

“Nope,” he cheerfully said, “I am A-Ok! Just get those next orders ready for me so I can deliver!”

“Well if you're certain, get your ass back here on the double,” he said, but the teenager could tell it was more playful, “we got orders waiting to be delivered.”

“On my way!” He saluted to no one and hung up. “Alright! Let’s get a move on!”

‘Make sure to add the cohesive before the mixing,’ the voice silently thought to himself.

“It would be so easy just to make that jump, hell my youngest kit sister can make that and she’s not even a month old,” a voice bragged.

‘Combine the Feins roots with the Elia petals first to dilute the solution.’

“All I’m saying is that if you try to jump off the cliff of perils then I sure as hell am not catching you,” another voice deadpanned.

“Nahhh I would be fine.”

‘…dice the Oran berries and Pecha then add when the next stage is ready.’

“If you count being splattered into tiny little pieces fine, then, by all means, go ahead,” another voice sighed.

‘Make sure that the color is a deep orange hue and not dark yellow, that can-,’

“Ye o little faith.”

“No, you are of little sanity. Even my younger gremlins know better,” she shot back.

‘That can easily violate the substance,’

“But they don’t have the certain skills like I do,” they bragged.

‘…leading to a-,’

“It still wouldn’t be a wise thing to do,” a deep voice pointed out.

‘Leads to a-,’ his vial cracked in his hands as he was once again interrupted.

“No, but it would be fun-.”

“I swear,” everyone turned to face the irritated monkey, “to all things good in this world and the next, if you dumbasses don’t shut the fuck up in the next five seconds I will make the Piñata fiasco at the Boiling Isles look like a god damn nap compared to what I’m gonna do to you.”

“Sorry, were we disturbing you,” Yanyu cheekily said.

“You little-”

“Awwww I’m soo sorry,” Daiyu mocked.

“I swear-”

“We didn’t mean to interrupt your monologue,” Minsheng smirked, “you know it kinda reminds me of Flicker when you do that.”

“That’s it!” He slammed down his ingredients, opened his drawers, and took out a roll of duct tape, “come here you little bastards!” He yelled out as he began to chase down the three annoyances.

“Same as usual,” Bohai sighed as he drank his tea.

“One would think not to mess with Mac when he’s like this,” Ahmed commented.

“Especially when he’s in his mood.”

“Especially that.”

“Now shut it,” he proudly said as he sat on top of his third victim.

“Hey hey!” Daiyu struggled to break free, “we were trying to lighten your mood fuzzball.”

“By annoying the shit out of me,” he growled as he taped her beak shut. “Fat chance, anyone else,” he looks over to his other two remaking friends.

“I say nothing,” the jellyfish put his tentacles up in surrender.

“While they may have been a bit well-,”

“Fucking annoying,” the monkey bluntly said.

“Yes that, they did have a purpose to their madness,” the lion pointed out.

“What? What could they possibly want badly enough to annoy the absolute fuck out of me?!”

“You have empty bird nest syndrome.”

“…what?”

“I said-”

“I heard you the first time!” Macaque interrupted, “I do not have that! I am use to MK not being home day to day, so why the hell would you thi-,”

“For days,” Yanyu said once she ripped the tape off her mouth, “but not for longer than a week.”

“Same difference!”

“Nah pal it ain’t,” the bunny demon said as they chewed on their own tape, “I can see it as bright as day, you have been extra moody and hella sad these past couple of days. It’s just like mum, whenever one decides to leave the warren, she gets all glum and broody for days.”

“I am not broody!” His tail swished violently.

“But you do miss him,” Ahmed stated.

“I don’t-”

“And it’s okay if you do.”

“I don’t miss him, I can visit anytime,” he stated.

“You still miss him being there, being next to you,” the lone human gave his ponytail a playful tug and sat next to Mac, who was still sitting on top of the tied-up vulture. “Take it from a big sister, when Shu moved out to live in the dorms I was so happy for him, but as time went on I noticed that I didn’t hear his off pitch singing in the afternoon nor did I hear his voice amongst my gremlins over who gets the last brownie. I didn’t miss him, hell I could video chat with him anytime, but I missed his presence, you know.”

Macaque just gave her a hard look before sighing, “He used to hum to himself whenever he was bored,” he admitted as he got off his friend and slumped down next to her.

Yanyu just patted his shoulder as he continued.

“I know I can just visit him, but my kid is growing up, he’s learning to stand on his own and he should have his own life separate from me.”

“Yeah imma stop you there,” Sheng rolled his eyes, “you are being one over dramatic monkey right now if you think that just because he’s doing his own thing, doesn’t mean that he doesn't have time for you. Hell, you are the one demon he will always have time for no matter what.”

“But-”

“Ain’t no buts about it fuzzbrain,” Daiyu squawked out once she feared the tape off, “your hatching adores the shit out of you and if you don’t think he won’t spend time with you then you are dead wrong.”

“He should have that time to himself, he is just starting out all on his own…without me…,” he slumped in depression, but quickly shot up due to a shocking touch, “OW! FUCKING WHY BOHAI!”

“You're being an idiot,” he smugly said as he lowered his tendril.

“Thanks,” Yanyu nodded to him, “and he’s right. I know that this whole thing won’t end with this so here’s what we’re gonna do. The six of us are going to go to Qián city.”

“…why the fuck are we going to the underwater city of Shanghai?” He incredulously looked at her.

“Cause you seriously need to relax.”

“I don’t-”

“You spent most of your time in the garden or prepping medicine that you don’t need,” Ahmed calmly said as he cleaned up the mess that Mac made.

“…you may have a point, but I don’t really feel like I should leave, what if MK or Mei happens to call?” He said.

“Well one, I know damn well that your hearing exceeds that city's borders,” Sheng points out.

“Okay true.”

“And second, we have the beauty of phones, which allows people to fall from far away,” Yanyu slowly told him as if he was a child, “I taught you this in one of our first lessons.”

“Don’t patronize me,” he muttered, “but I don’t-”

“You either go willingly or Kit Kat over here is going to drag you,” she pointed to Ahmed.

“He wouldn’t-”

“I really would,” he had to stop a smile at the utter betrayal in the monkey's face.

“I could beat your ass again,” he grumbled.

“You very well could,” he agreed, “but then you would also have to go against everyone else and they will happily drag both you and me off.”

“Fine!” He throws his hand in the air.

“Got ‘em!” Sheng high-fived Yanyu.

“Told you he would cave in eventually,” the vulture grinned.

“But we are going there to strictly relax, that means no explosions, arsons, paralyzing, hacking, or prison riots.”

“What about stealing and graffitiing,” the bluenette raised her hand.

“If there assholes, be my fucking guest, but your ass better not get caught.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be more stealthy than sneaking into the police hub to get rid of the evidence,” she cockily stated.

“What?”

“What.”

“…you know what the less I know the better.”

“Good choice, so let’s get packing!” She excitedly said as she, Daiyu, Minsheng, and Bohai exited the infirmary.

“So are you gonna tell them that the game dealers there are more than likely to scam them before or after they get robbed?” Ahmed curiously asked.

“After, they need a lesson on not annoying the fuck out of me when I’m working,” he gave a mischievous grin.

“Quite rude of you,” he grinned.

“But you're smiling too.”

Ahmed chuckled lightly as the two left the infirmary.

It was a quiet day at the restaurant, the dinner rush had just ended and all that was really left to do was wait for the store to close and clean up what’s left. The only customers inside were Mei and Tang, both of whom have long since finished eating and are currently just chatting, or laying down, with MK over the counter.

“So how’re your online classes treating you?” Mei asked.

“Great!” He perked up as he took his eyes off the creepy butterfly in the corner of the restaurant, “I’m just about finished with my general study.”

“Ooo, does that mean you finally have a major in mind,” Mei leaned in.

“No I do not.” He cheerfully stated.

All of them, including Pigsy who was listening in, facepalmed.

“Mkkk,” the nineteen year old groaned.

“I knowww,” he slumped down, “but it’s hard deciding what to do for the rest of your life.”

“Well that is okay,” the historian softly said, “you're still young, you have your whole life ahead of you. Besides, college is not for everyone.”

“Yeahhh, so how’re your classes going Mei Mei?” MK turned to his friend, “I know you been taking some of the engineering courses.”

“Ugghhh, don’t get me started,” she slumped down in her seat, “I love it, but that is seriously kicking my ass right now. If I didn’t like to make sweet ass rides then I would have totally just dropped it.”

“Let me guess, for racing,” MK said as he sprayed down the counter.

“Duh, I’m gonna be so fast that when they're only halfway, I've already passed that finish line baby!” Mei screamed.

“Shhhhh,” Tang hushed as he held his head against the cool counter, “not so loud please.”

“You okay there Tang?” Pigsy asked as he moved closer to his friend, “you’ve been like that ever since you got in.”

“Yeah, it’s just this headache has been killing me and my usual medicine isn’t doing a thing,” sighed as he leaned into the warm hand touching his head.

“Doesn’t seem like you have a fever at least,” the pig mutters.

“Do you have any coughing, sneezing, nausea, or any other symptoms?” MK curiously asked as he sat up.

“I have been feeling a bit nauseous,” he murmured.

“Sharp ringing in your ears on and off?”

“Yesss,” he groaned out.

“Hmm hold on,” MK quickly went upstairs, everyone heard faint shuffling noises before he came back down as fast as he was carrying a small baggie, “Can I use your stove and teapot?”

“Go right ahead,” Pigsy agreed.

MK gave a quick smile and they all watched him make a pot of tea, but instead of teabags, he added some of the plants that were inside the bag.

“Here you go,” MK presented the tea to the historian once it was done.

Tang hesitated for a moment before accepting the cup, “…what is it?”

“Medicine. Drink,” he gave him a wide-eyed look.

“...alright,” he shrugged his shoulders and joked, “if this kills me, just burn my corpse.”

“Drink,” MK commanded once more.

Tang drank his tea instead of retorting back and his eyes widen at the taste of it.

“Are ya dead?” Mei asked.

“Feel the poison seeping in,” the pig demon joked.

“This is really good,” he complimented MK and he began to drink more.

“Thanks, it’s Dad’s special recipe diluted when it comes to dealing with migraines,” he happily announced.

“Diluted? I can already feel my migraine already going away, how bad is his if this is diluted?” Tang asked with much concern.

MK grimace as he shared a look with Mei. He can’t help the memories all filtering in of his father lying in bed clutching onto the headphones as it tightly covered all six of his ears. There is never a pattern to when this happens, but he knew to keep a pot of tea hot and a bowl of mango or other non-citrusy fruit available on those days.

“It’s pretty bad,” was all he said.

“Oh,” both adults shared a look before Tang put on a grin as he slurped down his tea, “well this really works, what in it?”

“It’s Feverfew Tea with some Pika berries,” said MK.

“I’ve heard of Feverfew, but I don’t think Pika rings a bell,” Pigsy hummed totally missing Mei’s shocked face.

“Why I never-,”

“No, it’s not pokemon,” MK quickly shut that down before she got to her rant.

‘’Awww,” she deflated.

“It’s from Kunlun peak.”

Tang immediately choked on his tea, “AK! Did you just say Kunlun peak!”

“Yep!”

“What’s so special about that,” she glumly asks.

“Mount Kunlun is known to be a mythical mountain that hikers and historians have been searching for centuries,” Tang began, “It’s said to hold both mythical animals and plants, each having extraordinary potential within them as even the Gods from above go down there for certain herbs and items needed for their potions. It just lays there on top of the highest peak, but no person nor demon has ever had a straight map leading there and you’re telling me your Dad, Macaque, went there?!”

“He goes there a few times a year,” the teenager proudly says.

He looks down at his tea with sparkles in his eyes, “I’m drinking magic tea made from the legendary mountain,” he gave a big slurp as he inhaled it and stood up.

Pigsy eyed the drink, neither teenager knew if it was in envy or jealousy.

“But I’m impressed MK,” Mei playfully punched his shoulder, “look at you being all smart about medicine.”

“Well I hear Dad mutter on and on about different types of herbs and their properties on a day to day basis, that it eventually gets stuck in my head you know,” he joked then he paused as an interesting thought occurred to him, “wait a moment.”

They all watch MK have a silent conversation to himself, complete with waving hands, multiple facial expressions, draw a few sketches on his notepad, and finish with a final glow of his eyes as he leaped up in the air.

“That’s it!”

“What’s it?” The owner said.

“Why didn’t I think of this before!”

“Think of what before?” The historian asked.

“It was seriously in front of me this entire time!”

“MK, I swear if you don’t tell us what’s up right now I am not liable to my next actions,” Mei threatened.

“I can be a Doctor!” He leaned forward in excitement, “or at least something along those lines!”

“You can be pop’s assistant!” Mei started to get excited alongside him, “how the hell did I not think of it either?!”

“I don’t know!”

“It does suit you,” the demon agreed. He knows the kid is smart, he has seen his grades, so it’s not far fetched to assume that he can do this rigorous task. “Hope you have good study habits, I know mines was absolute garbage back in school.”

“With notecards and all,” MK hates studying, his brain goes brrr during those times, but he can’t thank Yanyu and Bohai enough for teaching him different tricks to help keep focus. “Now I’m thinking maybe of being a pharmacist, cause I don’t think I do well with surgery.”

“There are also the ones who diagnose the disease using the X-ray thingie,” she snapped her finger as she tried to remember.

“Radiologist,” Tang called out.

“Yeah that!” She pointed to him.

“Ooo that also sounds interesting,” MK and Mei continued their animated talk as both adults watched.

“It’s nice to see them so happy,” the noodle lover let out a content smile as he drank some more of his tea.

“I hear that,” Pigsy then looked at the man cup in confusion, “by the way you’ve been drinking, I thought you would have already been finished by now.”

“With my first cup yes, I’m on my third one now.”

“How in the-I didn’t even see you leave this area!”

“Magic tea is magic,” was all Tang said.

Pigsy exploded, “That doesn’t explain shit!”

“Well too bad,” he gave a loud slurp once more.

SLURPPP

“You know what, two can play that game,” the human was confused when the pig demon got up and left the room. He was no longer confused as he came back with a cup of tea in hand.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Tang threatened the pig.

The pig looked him straight in the eye and, with a sly smirk, drank down the tea.

SLURRPP

“You heathen!” He shrieked as he banged his hands on the counter and stood up, “how dare you drink my magic tea!”

“Well next time don’t be rude as fuck!” He shot back and got in his face as well.

“That’s rich coming from you!”

“Says the freeloader!”

“Oh here we go again! You know, if you wanted some tea you could have asked!”

“My stove, my cups, my pot, mine.”

“But it was made for me!”

“Yeah well-wait hold up, you feel better right,” Pigsy dropped his screaming as he softly asked his friend, “no drill pounding in your head?”

“Yeah I’m fine now, it really does work miracles,” Tang also lowered his voice.

“That’s good.”

“…they really do act like an old married couple,” Mei announces, MK facepalmed as both adults separated from each other and yelled.

“WE ARE NOT!”

“I’m really sorry about such short notice,” the panda bear demon on call apologized once more to Macaque as he was quickly gathering his ingredients.

“Don’t apologize, shit like this happens,” he waved him off, “I’ll take me a couple of days, a week at max, but I’ll be there before the poison reaches its peak.”

“Thank you,” the panda bowed to him.

“Make sure to store away any semblance of caffeine, alcohol, or anything high in potassium, those are the fastest ways to speed up the process,” he instructed him.

“I’ve been meaning to take away Mink coffee stash, now I have a reason,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Will do bossman,” he hung up the call and called another number as he continued to pack. Once it picked up he put a smile on his face, “Hey Comet, how’s it going?”

“Good!” The twenty year old happily responded. “You wouldn’t believe it, but the classes are actually kinda easy to understand. They’re still tricky, especially the tests, but Yanyu was right about you teaching this. It made almost all my classes so much easier thanks to you.”

“Aww, that’s another one for my ego,” he joked then he put on a more serious tone, “but I didn’t just call you here for a chat kiddo.”

“Why what’s up? Is there something wrong?” MK suddenly asked as he leaned in, “Do I have to get Mei here and help kick some asses?!”

“Snrk, no nothing like that,” he let out a snort, “you know Po right?”

“Yeah, he’s the panda demon who comes in to get pain relief, muscle relaxants, and other types of medicine for his students? Does this have something to do with him?”

“Close, his disciples messed up big time and accidentally inhaled a bunch of toxic fog when they faced off against an elephant demon.”

“How can an elephant make poison?” MK questioned.

“Magic can do the weirdest of things, I mean I’m a monkey that can do shadow magic,” he pointed out.

“True, okay so he’s gonna come over to pick up the antidote? I don’t see what’s the big problem?”

“Here’s the bad part, Po can’t make a round trip, cause the time he gets back, all of his students…might not be alive,” he gently told him.

“…oh, so what’s gonna happen?”

“Well, I’m going to have to make a house call, which means I'm gonna have to go away for a bit and it’s pretty far, so I won’t be able to hear you.”

“…okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay!” MK gave a big grin to him, “Don’t you worry bout a thing! I’m an adult now Dad, I will be just fine!”

“You have grown up,” he gave a gentle smile, “I’m glad to hear that, but remember to call if there’s any trouble. I may be far, but I will come running if you need it.”

“I will! Now finish packing and save some lives!”

“I will, I’ll see you in two weeks shooting star.”

“See ya later old man!”

Macaque hung up the call with a smile as he resumed his packing. He wished he could have hugged his kid goodbye, but he was in a time crunch as he zipped everything up and quickly jumped out of the treehouse and began to move within the shadows of the trees.

He really does love his shadow powers during these times.

“Duh du Duh,” MK hummed out as he danced his way over to the food delivery destination with the headphones blaring in his ears. He then lifted it to call out the order name when he heard a silky voice interrupt.

“It feels like I waited for an eternity for this moment, is everything in order?”

“Just making the final adjustment mother,” another voice replied and this is when he opened his eyes to see that this was no ordinary food order as an ominous group stood before him.

“Nope,” he immediately whispered as he silently jetted off to hide behind a pile of rocks, but he peaked his head carefully out to see and his eyes widened.

“Finally after all this time,” the woman continued.

‘No way.’

“We have the means to lift Monkey King staff.”

‘It is!’

Standing before them all, wrapped in vibrant viridian vines and burrowed underneath a garden left untouched by the destruction laid around it, was the legendary Monkey King staff.

Things were about to get interesting.

No joke, the delivery scene with the lady is something I had to experience before. There are people who truly treat food workers lower than dirt, which is stupid to me cause why would you disrespect the people making your food? It’s like insulting the people who manage your money.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #six eared macaque #macaque #PlumTeaAU

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