#this would be funny if Henry wasn’t actually dead

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

TAKE CARE OF YOU [3]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 4,501

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It's why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn't look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn't be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: I'm feeling Fridays for the update day, but i'm not married to that idea yet. also thank you for all the love this has seen so far!! I am so happy to know I'm not the only one that would sell my soul to have Joel Miller as my sugar daddy.]

03: YOU THINK MY VOICE IS PRETTY?

"the way his voice sounds, or the words he speaks, i can never decide what pulls me in more." -butterflies rising

‘Morning, sugar’.

You chuckled at the term of endearment and leaned back in your seat. The other people on the bus surrounding you were living their own lives as always. You recognized many of your routine bus neighbors. The woman who ate an onion bagel every single morning on her way to work, the man who still read an actual newspaper rather than use his phone, the brother and sister duo⏤only teens⏤ on their way to school. You wondered how these people classified you in their head. 

‘Morning to you too⏤’ You paused. Should you call him ‘daddy’ again? Saying it teasingly was one thing, but typing it somehow made it seem more permanent. Which was a stupid thought to have, but it was the one that plagued you nonetheless. You deleted your words and started again. ‘Morning! How⏤’ Again, you froze. Was the exclamation mark too much for this early in the morning? It was only yesterday that you made this deal with him and it would be sad for you to annoy him so early in the deal. Delete. Repeat. ‘Joel⏤’ Way too formal. Okay. You were officially over thinking this.

‘Hey! How’s your morning going?’

The moment you hit send that dumb little anxiety riddled voice at the back of your head tried to criticize your choice of words and you had to wrestle it back down. Almost immediately you saw the text bubble of dots pop up as he typed.

‘Great. First meeting got canceled. You?’

It was marginally funny to you that the man who owned this huge company seemed so dead set on avoiding meetings. Plus, it was kind of cute that he was more comfortable in flannel than suits.

‘Just on the bus heading to work!’

The text bubble popped up immediately, then disappeared, then came back, then disappeared once more. As you waited for it to return, his name filled the entire screen as he called you. Your eyes widened in surprise. After getting past your shock, you answered, “Uh, hi.”

“Sorry, repeat that for me.” Joel’s voice was nearly drowned out by a bunch of noise that you’d have to guess dealt with some kind of construction. “You’re on the ‘what’ heading ‘where’?”

“Bus? Work?” You replied in confusion.

Joel cleared his throat and he must have been moving since the noise simmered down. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said, darlin’. Can I ask why?” The sound that left your mouth was a good representation of your broken brain. “Because I’m pretty sure you and I made a deal yesterday. Didn’t we?”

“We did.” You said slowly. “But⏤”

“Darlin’⏤”

“In my defense, I can’t just quit work. I respect Henry too much. I have to at least give him a two weeks notice so he can find a replacement.” You argued. Even if Henry wasn’t someone you considered family you’d still feel obliged to quit the correct way. Still, maybe that was something you should’ve mentioned yesterday before the two of you parted ways. “Sorry, Joel.”

He let out a small sigh. “There’s no need to be sorry. I understand. You’re too responsible for your own good.” You chuckled. “But the bus? The bus?”

You had to resist the urge to laugh at how insulted he was at the prospect of you on public transportation. You glanced over your shoulder out the window to see how far from work you were. “Well, ubers and taxis are so expensive from my house to the bakery. Plus, I have a bus card!”

“Bus card?” Joel repeated. His incredulous voice took an amused tone. “Sugar, you got daddy’s credit card.” Your eyes widened and you felt your entire face burn as heat filled your cheeks. As if somebody would be listening in, you glanced around at the people sitting near you. Joel chuckled, the sound low and deep, “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I, uh, I⏤ That’s a good point.” You cleared your throat. “It felt silly using the card for something like an Uber or taxi though. You know?”

“Nothin’ is too silly. I want you to use that card. All the time. Understand?”

“I understand.”

“I understand…” Joel repeated with enunciation at the end. Waiting for something. Waiting for…

“I’m on the bus.” You whispered into the phone, in shock, while covering your mouth.

Joel hummed. “Oh, I know. Now. I understand…”

You chewed on your lower lip, glanced around, then whispered into the phone quickly, “I understand, daddy.”

“Sorry, sugar. Couldn’t quite hear you there. Must be because of how loud and hectic that bus is.”

Your lips curled up into a broad grin as your face continued to burn. He cleared his throat to urge you on, and you shook your head with a slight chuckle. You blew out an amused breath and repeated yourself. “Yes. I understand, daddy.” 

An older woman sitting to your left shot you a curious glance and you sunk in your seat, and turned toward the window to laugh. You could hear Joel’s breathy laugh over the line as well. Joel spoke up, “That’s better. As for this transport problem,” You rolled your eyes still grinning, “Can you drive?”

“Well, yeah.” You replied and the smile fell as a thought occurred to you. “That is not a reason to buy me a car.”

“Wow, you really think I’d buy you a car right out the gate like that?”

“Oh. Right. Sorry. I⏤” You paused then shook your head. “Wait, no, actually I do. I do think you’d do that.”

“You’re right. I would. You got a preference, sugar?”

“Please do not buy me a car.” You blurted. “I… I really don’t like driving around this city. Last time I even got behind a wheel was over two years ago.”

“Fine. No car. I’m gettin’ you a driver then.”

“That still feels excessive.” You replied hesitantly.

“Do it for me then? I’d feel more comfortable knowin’ you’re not ridin’ around with strangers.”

The words were spoken with kindness, actual concern, and a part of you wondered if he was saying what he was because it was expected of him? The deal was for him to take care of you and keeping you safe could arguably fall under that umbrella of responsibilities. You just found it hard to believe he’d care out of the goodness of his heart considering how little time you had spent with one another thus far. It wasn’t a criticism of him at all. Maybe he was just that kind deep down, maybe he did have a bleeding heart. It was the process of trying to apply that thought, those concerns, to yourself that felt silly. At the end of the day, that voice of anxiety just couldn’t fathom a near stranger actually worrying over your well being with no ulterior motive of their own.

Joel said your name over the line, snapping you out of your line of thought, and you forced your smile to return. It wasn’t hard to find. “Alright. For you.”

“Good.” He blew out a breath of what almost sounded like relief. “What time does your shift end?”

“It’s Sunday so I usually close up the shop around 5:30, then pack away all the leftovers to take to the shelter a few blocks away.” You replied. Anytime the shop had any leftovers, which was happening more and more, Henry would donate the goods to the local shelters and kitchens rather than toss it. 

“I’ll have my guy there around 5 then. I don’t want you waitin’ on him.”

“Yeah, but now he’ll have to wait on me.”

“I know. That’s the point, darlin’.”

You couldn’t decide which you liked more. Joel calling you ‘sugar’ or ‘darlin’. Then again the sound of your name was equally as intoxicating. Honestly, it wasn’t fair how good his voice sounded in general. The bus peeled off to the side to come to a stop and you hiked your bag up your shoulder to get off.

“I’m at my stop.”

“Say good-bye to the bus. You ain’t ridin’ on it again as far as I’m concerned.” You chuckled and as you walked off you couldn’t help but glanced back at the familiar people you had gotten used to seeing so often. You mentally wished them a farewell. It was cheesy, but it nearly felt like the end of an era. Joel spoke again as you stepped onto the busy sidewalk. “And remember, my guy is pickin’ you up today. No ubers. No taxis. No buses.”

“I know, I know. I promise I won’t make a run for it.”

“Good girl.” Joel chuckled and your face immediately went warm once more. A habit you were beginning to pick up around this man. Joel said quick good-byes, saying he needed to help someone out on site and promised to text you later. You echoed his sentiments and tucked the phone away after hanging up. Wow, okay, it seemed hearing him call you ‘good girl’ won in a fucking landslide.

As it turned out, Henry had come in early to bake for the day, but left it open for you to set out as he hadn’t been feeling well and had to leave before you even got the shop fully open. It was incredibly poor timing because you planned to announce your two week’s notice to him and that seemed like a dick move to do while he was sick. Tomorrow. You’d try again tomorrow. No big deal. What would a one day difference make? 

The bakery always had it’s busiest days on Sunday, weirdly, but still it was nowhere near the kind of traffic this place truly needed. Usually days where it ended up being you alone were even more painfully boring, but today had been, well, fun. Joel continued to text you through the day and the conversation was a decent distraction from the dichotomy of doing nothing between customers. Plus, without Henry there, you didn’t even have to pretend like you weren’t playing on your phone the entire time. 

The last hour of your shift had gone by without Joel as a distraction because of a meeting. One he had grumbled about twenty minutes prior to it. You were in the process of packing items away when you noticed a black SUV sitting outside on the side of the road. Pausing in your work, you ran your hand down your apron and made your way out of the shop and toward it. You had just planned to tap on the window to get his attention, but you were barely halfway to the SUV when the man behind the driver’s seat jumped out and hurried around with a nod.

“Ma’am.”

“Hi.” You gave a small wave. “I’m⏤”

The blond man blurted your name out with a nod. Of course he knew who you were. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Miss?”

“No, no. I wanted to invite you in! It’ll be a minute before I’m done.”

“It’s alright⏤”

“I insist.” You said firmly. He hesitated once more before going to turn the car off. He was older than you, if you had to guess, and he wore a clean, black suit and a pair of dark aviators over his eyes. If he had a little radio in his ear you’d have him pegged as some kind of secret service guard. “What’s your name?”

“Riley Talbot, ma’am.”

You motioned for him to take a seat at one of the tables with a smile. “Well, Mr. Talbot, you have a muffin preference?”

“Just Riley is fine, and you don’t have to⏤”

“Either you tell me your muffin preference or I’m gonna pick at random, Riley.” You replied then ran through the options you had today. Riley hesitantly told you his preference for the banana nut option and you brought it over for him on a small plate. The man took his sunglasses off, tucking them into his inner suit pocket, and you took note of his very blue eyes. “How long have you worked for, Joel?”

Riley shrugged. “I’ve been working for Mr. Miller for the last five years.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Five years as a driver for Joel? You couldn’t imagine Joel using a driver. The man who preferred flannels over suits seemed like the kind who was adamant about driving himself. Plus, this wasn’t the person who had picked you up yesterday. How many did he have?

“Well, give me a second here and we can head out. I just gotta finish packing up today’s leftovers.”

“Please, take your time.” Riley nodded then motioned to the muffin. “And thank you.”

You left him to enjoy his snack in peace so you could go back to cleaning out the display stand. It was repetitive, simple work that you had gotten very used to doing mindlessly over the years. You were on the last row of cookies when your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Pulling it out you saw it was a text from Joel.

‘Did Riley show up?’

‘Yupp. He’s in the bakery eating a muffin right now.’

‘You didn’t need to feed him, sugar.’

‘Too late. Besides, that’s one less muffin for me to carry now.’

‘Put it on my tab.’

You rolled your eyes, as if a singular banana nut muffin was of significant cost, ‘Shouldn’t you be focusing on your meeting?’

There was a longer pause before you got a response.

‘Touche’

You chuckled under your breath and tucked the phone away once more. After stacking a few of the boxes on top of one another, you shrugged out of your apron to hang it back up on the wall. Riley had risen from his seat and you took the plate from him before he could argue otherwise. You gave it a quick wash before setting it away to dry for the night and when you returned Riley was still standing by the boxes of baked goods.

“I’m almost done. I’m gonna carry these down to the shelter.”

“I’ll help.” Riley replied.

“You don’t have to do that⏤”

Riley gave you a friendly smile. “It’s my pleasure. Mr. Miller was adamant about me helping out where I could.”

Knowing arguing was only going to stretch this process out you nodded and he took half the boxes. At least this would save you a second trip. As the two of you made your way down the street you learned that he was older than you, in his mid thirties, and he had been in the Marines before picking up work with Joel. It was actually through Riley that you learned Joel had a brother who had also been in the military as well. You’d have to ask him about that.

“I’ve been saving to buy a ring.” Riley shrugged as you both got onto the topic of relationships while on your way back from dropping off the boxes.

“If your girlfriend is as sweet as you claim I’m sure she’d be charmed by anything you got her.” You argued. “And how long have the two of you been dating?”

“Three years next month.”

“Aw, congrats!” You chirped. 

Riley continued to gush about his girlfriend and how she worked as a kindergarten teacher. The way his voice held so much love for the woman he bragged about to you made your heart ache. You had always thought this was how your last relationship would look like. You and your ex-boyfriend had been on a similar path after all. When he broke up with you six months ago, the two of you had been weeks away from your three year anniversary. For the longest time, he had been the one you thought you’d be marrying.

And here you were today with a sugar daddy on speed dial.

Funny how life worked.

“Let me grab my stuff and lock up and I’ll be right back out.” You said and Riley agreed with a nod before heading to the SUV himself. Maybe you’d text Nima and see if she was busy tonight. It had been a long time since you thought about your ex and letting him slip back into your head had been a dumb move on your part.

Once out, Riley held the back door of the SUV open for you to slide into. He asked for your address which you provided before settling back in your seat. The radio played a soft tune, you couldn’t hear the roaring of the roads outside, the air smelled clean, and you had ample space to stretch out. This was a far cry from the bus. Nima texted you back, answering your request for drinks tonight, but she had to turn it down because she had a date. Though she did follow it up to ask if you were feeling well and that she’d bail if you needed a girls’ night. You smiled at her words, but reassured her that everything was fine.

‘Hang out with your daddy! 🤪’

Despite the teasing nature of her text, she may have been onto something. Riley was getting closer to your apartment complex and you leaned forward a bit. “Hey, Riley?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know what time Joel usually gets off of work?”

“It depends. I think he mentioned today he was gonna be working late. That’s why he sent me instead of coming to get you himself.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. It hadn’t dawned on you that Joel wanted to be the one to pick you up and just hadn’t been able to due to his own work. Still, that shot your back up plan in the face. That was probably for the best. You didn’t want to come across as clingy. Though, maybe you were supposed to? Joel said there was no social quota for you to meet, but you doubted the validity of that.

“Thanks, Riley!” You said after exchanging numbers with him and climbing out of the SUV. 

Your apartment was nothing to write home about, but it could be worse. It was a simple one bed, one bath on the fifth floor of a complex that had technically seen better days. However, despite the age and general weariness of the building itself, the residents you lived beside were nice, the owner actually cared about the people renting from him, and security was decent. More so than the other places in this area.

After dropping your stuff down and tossing your keys into the bowl near your front door, you pulled out your phone to see you had missed a text from a few minutes ago. ‘You home?’ Quickly, you responded with a positive and thanked him again for sending Riley to pick you up. ‘Good. Don’t thank me, sugar’.

You rolled your eyes. If he really thought you were going to accept things without thanking him he was dead wrong. Hell, you were struggling with the ‘accepting things’ part which was hilarious considering you had chosen and agreed to this deal with full knowledge of what that meant. You set down your phone to clean the work day off of your skin.

A few hours had passed, where you showered, changed into home clothes, ate, and then settled on the couch with a large glass of wine. Despite it only being close to nine you were almost considering chugging the remainder of the wine in your glass and calling it a night. You had work in the morning after all. As you brought the glass to your lips, your phone buzzed off to the side. 

The text was from Joel. It was simple, and honestly hilarious to see.

‘You up?’

Your cheeks warmed and you wondered if he knew the connotations of texting a woman that message with no warning at night. 

‘Yes lol I am up’

‘Can I call?’

Your eyes widened in surprise at the request. You took another rather large sip of your wine before setting it down on your coffee table and responding to him. The affirmative text hadn’t been sent longer than a few seconds when his name flashed across your screen. You had gotten used to mostly texting the people in your life rather than phone calls. This would take some getting used to. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, sugar.” Joel breathed. “Sorry for calling late.”

“It’s hardly late.” You glanced at your clock on the wall. 9:07. “Are you just getting home from work? Riley said you’d be stuck there late.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately. Every once in a while I’m stuck in the office all day like this. At least I got to be on site this mornin’.” He groaned.

It sounded like he was pouring something on his end of the line. You commented on it, “Are you making yourself a drink?”

“Mhmm.” Joel took a sip of whatever it was he had poured, you could hear him swallow and made your throat dry up. “That alright?”

“Hey, I’m on my second glass of wine so I can hardly judge.”

“Second? You have a long day, sugar?” He asked in concern. Again, the sound of it caught you off guard. You could count on one hand the number of people who showed you genuine concern in the last two years. “Everythin’ okay?”

You forced out a chuckle and nodded despite him not being able to see it. “I’m fine.” It was probably a little early to be flooding him with your problems and the history of your ex. Instead, you jumped over it entirely. “I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to get dinner or drinks, but when I asked Riley what time you got off he said you’d be working late.”

“What?” Joel asked in surprise. He grumbled under his breath before speaking up. “Don’t ever let that stop you, darlin’. I always got time for you. Honestly, it would've been a nice surprise and a good excuse to leave early.”

You let out a soft laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

“You better.” Joel grunted as he dropped down into a seat. Another tired sigh left his lips and you opened your mouth to suggest that he get some rest, but he beat you to speaking. “Tell me about your day, sugar.”

“It was pretty boring.” You replied. “You’ve seen how empty the bakery tends to get.”

“So? I still wanna hear. Talk about somethin’ at least. Lemme hear that pretty voice.”

You grinned to yourself. “You think my voice is pretty?”

“I think everythin’ about you is pretty. Now, no more stallin’. Hit me with it.”

If he wanted to hear about your boring day you’d be more than happy to indulge him. His words still caught you off guard though. He liked your voice? It was extra funny considering how much you liked his voice personally. You talked about the few customers you did have today, how thankful the shelter had been for Henry’s leftovers, and getting to know Riley.

“Yeah, Riley is a good guy.” Joel agreed. “Figured the two of you would get along. Plus,” He took another sip of the whiskey he had told you he chose as his drink earlier, “I know he’s head over heels for that girl of his so I didn’ have to worry about him makin’ a move on you.” You laughed at the sentiment and Joel let out a small chuckle himself. “I ain’t kiddin’, sugar. I only just got you to agree to put up with me. I ain’t plannin’ on losing you quite yet.”

 “Put up with you.” You scoffed. “As if I don’t equally enjoy talking to you.”

Joel chuckled in response then cleared his throat. “How’d it go with your boss? How’d he take the news?” Your smile turned sheepish and rather than answer you picked up your wine glass, now at the end of your third, and took a long sip. Joel sighed. “Sugar?”

“Okay, so, hold on.” You blurted. “He was sick today. Henry left like right after coming in to help me open and I didn’t wanna spring the news on him when he already felt so terrible.” You set the wine glass down then buried yourself into the couch under your blanket. “I’m already worried I’m gonna break his heart.” Joel blew out a sigh and you winced. “Sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t.” Joel responded, but it wasn’t sharp or demanding. He just didn’t want to hear you apologize. “I want you to stop workin’ because I think you’d be happier out of that place, but I’m not tryin’ to shove you into quittin’ if you ain’t comfortable with it yet, darlin’. If…” Joel paused. “If you think you need to stay there a little while longer then I’m not gonna guilt you otherwise.”

His words made your lips curl up into a small, soft smile. It wasn’t that you loved your work there by any means, but you did love Henry. He was family. Plus, that small voice of anxiety was still nagging loud enough that you couldn’t quite fully ignore it. This was still so new. What if Joel got to the end of this week and decided you were more annoying than entertaining. You couldn’t just tear up your roots with no guarantee that this life was fully concrete. 

You didn’t know if Joel understood that from the same angle you did, but you did appreciate that he was willing to bend on that topic. “Yeah.” You said quietly then added in a teasing inflection added, “Thanks, daddy.”

Joel chuckled in response, “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar.”

You remembered a topic you had planned on asking him earlier in the day, and maybe it was the three glasses of wine that had loosened your tongue, but you blurted it out without thinking. “So, hey, I hear you have a brother?” Joel was quiet for a beat and it was only then that sober logic regained control. “I mean, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to blurt it out like that. Riley mentioned he was in the military and that you had a brother who was too. I didn't mean to pick at a sore topic if⏤”

“No, sugar.” Joel chuckled. “Not a sore topic. Just caught me off guard is all. But, yeah, I got a baby brother. Tommy.” Tommy Miller. You tucked the information away in the folder of facts you were learning about Joel. “He was in the Army for a while, but left a long time ago. He actually works with me now at the company. Was with me when we went from small time contractors to whatever the hell we are now.”

“Big deals.” You joked. “If your fancy building is anything to go by.”

“Guess so by someone’s definition.” Joel snorted. You liked that he still felt so grounded and to the earth. It had been part of the reason his proposition caught you off guard because after meeting him you never would’ve suspected him to be the kind who owned a large and very rich company.

“You’re not mad that Riley told me that, are you?” You asked. “Because if you are, I'll admit to wrestling the information out of him.” 

Joel laughed. “I ain’t mad, darlin’. Like I said, I’m glad the two of you get along. You’re stuck with him now.” You hummed in confusion and Joel added. “He’s your driver. Anywhere you need to go, any time, just call him.”

“Wait, seriously?” You cried.

“I told you I ain’t letting you get on a bus again.” Joel replied like he was still appalled you had done so this morning. “And since you won’t let me buy you a car…”

“Fine, fine, fine.” You blurted and he let out a soft laugh. A beat of silence stretched between the two of you, but it was a comfortable one. The kind where you just enjoyed knowing he was on the other end of the call even if he wasn’t actively speaking. 

You accidentally let out a small yawn and Joel hummed. “You need to get to bed.”

“Nuh uh.” You replied. “It’s only…” You found the clock and your eyes widened. 12:01. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. I’ve kept you up long enough, sugar.”

“I’m not even tired.” You whined and rose to your feet. The stiff movements made you realize how close you had been to just passing out on the couch. 

“Sure, you ain’t.”

You meandered to your bedroom, flipping out lights as you went, and shut your bedroom door. “Will we talk again tomorrow?”

“You mean later today?” Joel joked.

You chuckled. “Yes.” It didn’t even matter to you that you may have sounded needy. Being on the phone had not only been fun, but it had been just what you needed to settle the turmoil you had accidentally scourged up earlier. “So?”

“Course, sugar. I’ll text you on your way to work. Riley’ll be there at 6:30 to pick you up.”

“Alright. Night, Joel.” You replied sincerely. “Thanks for talking to me.”

Joel hummed and you could hear him moving around on his end as well. “Should be thanking you.” He added quickly, a tinge or nervousness seeping into his voice. “Hey, do you wanna, uh, you wanna plan for dinner?” Your eyes widened marginally but your lips spread out into another warm and wide grin. “I got a few more busy days, but this Wednesday I’ll be free all evening. Wanna make a night of it?”

“Yes!” You answered much faster than you had initially planned. There went being cool and collected. Joel chuckled. “I mean, yeah. That would be⏤ That would be fun.”

“Good. Get some sleep, sugar.” Joel replied. You wished him well before the call ended and you were left standing in your bedroom feeling like you were on cloud nine.

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#the last of us #tlou #tlou fanfiction #modern au #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #sugar daddy!joel miller #reader insert #female reader

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can/would trc characters do a cartwheel:

gansey: cannot. but WISHES desperately that he could every time he’s frolicking through a field. he secretly practicing every time he’s alone.

ronan: definitely can. would Never do it in front of people because it is not “punk rock.” would only do one to win a bet.

adam: very much capable of doing a cartwheel but never would because it would never occur to him to do one.

blue: can’t do one. maura def signed her up for gymnastics as a child but she never learned anything and quit immediately because it didn’t “align with her belief system.” now she wishes she could do one but would never practice bc she is too frustrated by being bad at things.

declan: can’t. i don’t even think he knows how to move his body in that direction.

matthew: can’t BUT does them constantly and thinks he’s really good at them. he’s very bad but ronan made everyone promise to never tell him he’s not actually cartwheeling bc he thinks it’s funny.

henry: can do cartwheels and probably just about any gymnastics move. he’s got the energy and whimsy to pull it off and uses it as a party trick constantly.

noah: could do cartwheels when he was alive but it wasn’t cool so he didn’t do them in front of him lame aglionby friends. now that he’s dead, he lost his talent :(

#credit to my sister for telling me that JAMIE TARRT cartwheels in the new ted lasso episode #like???? #gansey era enerted ! #this was actually so funny to picture #trc #ronan lynch #adam parrish #the raven cycle #blue sargent #richard campbell gansey iii #pynch #adam and ronan #the raven boys #blue lily lily blue #henry cheng #gangsey #the dream thieves #the gangsey #blusey #noah czerny #declan lynch #tdt #matthew lynch #mine

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creelarke analysis: scott and hank the ranger and “the gayest saturday morning cartoon episode ever”

It’s so funny to me that in s3, they just happened to have Scott painting a tall, blonde-haired, skinny, male DND figure.

it’s almost similar to…

And upon further investigation, that isn’t just any figure- That’s Hank the Ranger:

Hank is a DND character who was believed by some to have died as a child/when he was 15, but then it was revealed that he wasn’t dead. Does that sound familiar? Because to me, it sounds a lot like Henry and his death being faked by the lab.

Oh, but it gets better. Prior to his believed death, Hank had a friend and the only other person the same age as Hank in Hank’s group, named Eric.

And would you take a look at Eric…

And Hank and Eric are actually from the DND animated TV show from the 80s- and there’s a scene where Eric calls Hank “crazy,” for his plan involving a dragon, Tiamat. It’s giving “crazy together,” vibes.

Theyre SO Creelarke coded. Like come ON!!!

And it gets EVEN BETTER: there’s gayness. In the episode, Odyssey of the Twelfth Talisman, the group meets a new character, named Lorn, who ends having a gay-undertones friendship with Eric (which hilariously, this source, which is dedicated to ranking gayness in cartoons, calls the Odyssey of the Twelfth Talisman the ‘gayest saturday morning cartoon episode ever’).

And this source also talks about how gay it was:

And the “sleeping beauty,” line is interesting considering this post I made about Henry and sleeping beauty parallels and also because it’s giving similar vibes to Henry’s “someone’s a sleepyhead,” line that he says to El- maybe Henry said that line because he’s heard it directed towards him from someone else before. Someone like Scott.

I would bet that younger Henry is a combination of Hank and Lorn. Hank resembles Henry physically, but Lorn has more of Young Henry’s personality- he’s quieter and an outsider to the group, and initially rejected, and he has a magic amulet with powers that turned out to be more dangerous than expected and other groups of people start threatening Lorn as a result of it.

Like they’re totally giving young Creelarke vibes, especially with Henry being short as a kid:

The fact that Scott just happened to be painting a blonde-haired, blue-eyes figure from a tv show with an episode heralded as the gayest episode in saturday morning tv, which also happens to have a character that looks a LOT like young Scott (Eric)? It’s suspicious as hell.

Creelarke is real. I can feel it in my bones.

#stranger things #creelarke #creelarke analysis #scott clarke #st set design

[zoyalannister]

ok But Alastair didn't cause matthew's drinking though. that's a really senseless thing to say to a point that it's funny. You just are dead set on hating thomas because you think he wronged grace, who he objectively owes no kindnesses.

He didn’t do it intentionally, but it's 100% canon that Matt started drinking because he was tormented by Alastair's words about him being the bastard son of Gideon. He didn’t want Matt to start drinking, but Alastair wanted to hurt him as much as possible.

I said, indeed, that these are the consequences of Alastair actions.

Did Alastair give Matt a bottle? No. Did Matt buy a poison because Alastair made him doubt that Henry is his father, and then the guilt of killing his unborn sister made him grab a bottle? That’s written in the novella and the books.

I don't hate Thomas, actually I'm totally indifferent to him and if he wasn’t part of the most popular ship I would forget he exists at all, but I understand that his stans confuse the slightest criticism with blind hate.

He doesn’t owe her kindness, but he doesn’t even need to judge her when he never holds his boyfriend accountable for anything he did in his life.

He doesn’t need to be empathetic with her, he just needs to shut up when people point out that Grace was a child and not say things like "it doesn’t matter1!111" since his boyfriend was a teenager when he tried to kill James, bullied Thomas and his friends and spread rumors about Matt's parernity that drove Matt to become an alcoholic.

[thygoddessouijathicc]

New Essay On the Pink Bitch

Those of you unfortunate enough to have seen it may recall I wrote an essay on what I thought Henry Miller was, coming to the conclusion that he was a frog.

Fortunately a couple people corrected me and said he’s actually probably human, and thinking more about it, yeah, he probably is and I was really reaching because I was not only analyzing a character with little information about him for species and going with the first crazy theory, but I never needed to do any of it in the first place because Henry is so obviously human.

Part of me still subscribes to the Frogry theory because it’s weirdly funny to think about and when I make my Henry design I’m actually going to make two, one official Ouija cinematic universe design, and one frog man design for humour and to acknowledge my sins.

This also contains a massive theory about Henry and Fredbear, that is objectively very weird but I think would be cool if it were true but it probably isn’t.

Warning for spoilers somehow.

Ok, so Henry isn’t Frogry. Probably. As I said part of me still watched Amphibia and thought Henry = Sprig because I think it’s so funny and cursed that I have to keep the theory alive because people need to learn from my mistakes as well as see Henry as a frog. (To the person who reblogged my Frogry theory post with a picture of the frog himself, you have my eternal gratitude that made my day.)

Now, to get on to the actual essay, Henry is a human. I wrongfully assumed he wasn’t because of Peter and Jack’s alive sprites and Henry being such a bright pink with the undead eyes.

The main thing that got me confused was Henry’s eyes which we never see on any character who isn’t undead or Dave aside from him. (Personally I’m not sure if Dave’s eyes have to do with his being undead, I actually think they have more to do with whatever he is because they actually look different from Jack’s so they might not be just a zombie thing but it might be just a stylistic choice and they are the same.)

However at what point did Henry die? You’d think he would have mentioned it in his tapes because that would have been what he wanted, right? Henry wanted immortality and if he died and came back immortal he would have talked about it and his success, but since he didn’t he absolutely cannot be dead.

I have a theory about the eyes that changes a lot about their meaning and Henry’s character but it’s kinda weird and out of left field so I’ll save it for after I discuss his skin.

Henry is pink. I was wrong saying he was magenta, his arms and legs are but his face and body are not so it’s probably a different thing. I heard it suggested that Henry just wears pink clothes and I think that makes sense. Dave and Jack have a pretty good reason they could very well have different shades of their respective colours on their bodies, but for Henry, it’s probably just clothes. Why is his skin pink?

A popular theory/joke is that Henry eats a lot of shrimp. This doesn’t make sense because this only works on flamingos. Also I doubt Henry eats brine shrimp. Because it’s not just any shrimp, it’s brine shrimp.

I think it’s more that Henry is a kinda naturally pinkish looking man. It explains literally everything if he is. He isn’t pink, he’s just a little more pink tinted than your average man.

Now, to get to my theory. Keep in mind this is all speculation and I’m not claiming it to be at all correct or really logical. It’s a weird theory but it makes some sense to me and I don’t mind if you disagree, it’s just an interesting theory of mine.

Besides being undead and largely monochromatic, what is one thing Dave and Jack have in common. Soul separation. Jack has Blackjack who is his soul, and Dave has Davetrap who has half of his soul. What if Henry also has a split or missing soul for a different but similar reason.

Perhaps Henry couldn’t deal with the death of his family and it eventually caused his own soul to fracture and create a separate entity which also led to a major increase in his overall cruelty and evil due to the further loss of his already weak morals due to his Machiavellism that he developed at some point during his time in the military.

The fracture was small at first like with Flipside Dave and Davetrap, having “some version” of Flipside Dave always in the Flipside but Flipside Dave becoming more of a prominent and separate entity as Dave became more feral and possessed his own body more, perhaps Henry’s soul split off more and more due to his own growing insanity and obsession which in turn made it get worse and made his soul split more.

Now, you may be thinking I’m crazy, if Henry had another creature repressing half of his soul we would have seen it. What if I tell you we did. In fact what if I told you it was FREDBEAR.

Ok, you surely think this is insane, Fredbear is nothing like Henry, and both Blackjack and Davetrap/Flipside Dave are similar to their counterparts, Flipside Dave and Davetrap so much that I actually can’t tell which of them is more Dave, it feels honestly like they both are.

Well Fredbear isn’t actually the greatest person… errr bear. He just sort of drops Jack in expecting him to solve all of his own problems and if Jack kills people, Fredbear canonically waits until 12 people (11 of them children) are already dead to do anything about his creation killing people. Fredbear could have fixed the problem himself, we know he can kill Dave, he could probably have dealt with Henry himself, so why didn’t he? He’s frequently referred to as a coward specifically for not doing any of the many things to stop the child murder that he clearly could have done.

So Fredbear is definitely self serving, not only that, but he’s a coward, one who waits until the last moment to do anything and sends other people such as Dee (a small child who had just been murdered and presumably works for him) and Jack to deal with a problem he could easily fix far faster. Why, because Fredbear is afraid of death, cripplingly so. And who else is? Henry.

Why Fredbear, doesn’t it make more sense to be Godred? Actually no. Godred is very separate although he has to do with Henry clearly. Godred is an actual animatronic however eldritch as he may be, however Fredbear, although he is an animatronic, never hung around as an animatronic. In fact, we’ve seen his real life counterpart and it doesn’t seem very animate nor does it fully look like him. So Godred is Godred, not Henry.

Why would Henry’s soul take on the form of an animatronic bear. Well, that plays a lot into my theory. I think the split reached its peak around the time of Fredbear’s Family Diner, at which point Henry played the role of Fredbear himself, his own creation. So doesn’t it make sense for his soul, upon gaining its own level of sentience, to take on the beloved form of Fredbear rather than the cursed form of the murderer and mad scientist Henry Miller. Think of Fredbear after splitting off as being like Flipside Dave, witnessing his real life counterpart commit atrocities, not wanting to actually do those atrocities himself but being helpless to stop it.

My theory is that Fredbear, despite being just as Machiavellian and crazy as Henry but less homocidal, wanted to stop Henry’s actions, however he didn’t want to kill him because he worried it would destroy him too and he feared death more than anything. As Henry continued to get worse, Fredbear got stronger as he took on more of Henry’s soul, similar to Blackjack being somewhat powerful and Flipside Dave being able to make portals, but to a much higher degree because the soul he split off of was very much alive, eventually letting him ascend to the point of being the god of childhood, the ethereal real Fredbear.

Perhaps at one point Fredbear lost all memory of ever being Henry but his desire not do no anything too extreme continued, or perhaps he still does remember but has at this point entirely rejected being Henry.

For further proof, Dave claims no one could play Fredbear like Henry could. There’s no Fredbear without him. In the most twisted ways, Henry is both responsible for every problem in the series, and responsible partially for its solution with bringing Jack back to life.

Henry and Fredbear never directly interact, but from dialogue they seem to hate eachother for obvious reasons of being on opposite sides. However if they are the same person it paints this dialogue pretty differently. Rather than them being two separate people on opposite sides working for opposite goals who hate eachother, they are the same man split in half fighting himself forever because neither side is willing to hurt the other in fear of retribution and death.

What does this mean for the good ending? Well I think that seeing Jack accept death after everything was said and done and finally complete what he never could out of fear, Fredbear realized his own fault and that he should have just fixed everything when he had the chance and prevented a lot of heartbreak. Every child who died in Freddy’s, their blood is on his hands. He just let it happen. I think this causes Fredbear to either finally move on from purgatory and rejoin the other half of himself in whatever comes next, Hell, reincarnation, or otherwise. Either that or he can’t move on at this point after all he’s done and what he’s become, he sees what Jack did and knows he himself still has a responsibility to help the stragglers move on and fix all future murders that a part of him caused.

I’m not saying Henry is a good person, nor is Fredbear evil. What I’m saying is a part of Henry split off and became his opposite.

And to conclude this batshit crazy Henry is Fredbear theory, this is why Henry has the same eyes as Jack and Dave, because he too is one half of a whole.

I’d love to hear counterpoints and your thoughts about the matter, and I’m sorry I spent so long on a theory like this. I doubt this is what Doggo intended, but if he did, I think it’d be cool :)

Please do not send hate, this is just a theory not me announcing I sympathize with Henry’s actions or anything of the sort, just me therorizimg about something weird with the main antagonist of Dayshift at Freddy’s that could be really cool if it were true.

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf 3 #dsaf rationals #dsaf henry #the pink bitch #The man of pink sauce #Dsaf Fredbear #why did i type this #If you get a kick out of this theory at all it’s done it’s job #Tell me what y’all think :)

[blue-rose-soul]

Michael makes a deal with God - or something like a god - and the crying child makes a miraculous recovery. The price? Well, he’s not entirely sure yet. So far he’s simply trying to adjust to his new life in a strange land full of bizarre, magical creatures.

Aka, the self indulgent FNAF x PL: Arceus crossover nobody asked for. Includes some themes of suicide and child murder, as well as a graphic description of (what should be) a fatal injury. Read at your own discretion.

Edit: Now on AO3

His mattress smelled kind of funny and Michael found himself thinking that he probably should be washing his sheets more often. It was the first coherent thought to enter his mind since he’d stopped crying. He lay curled on his bare mattress, greasy hair pressed to the side of his head, face streaked with mucus and tears, and he thought about how funny his mattress smelled.

His room was uncomfortably bare. Bed stripped of sheets. Posters and drawings scattered on the floor with the thumbtacks missing. Drawers ripped open and emptied of every single pencil, pen, and even his paintbrushes. William had been sure to strip his room of anything that might possibly be of use before locking him in and leaving the empty house for the hospital where Evan had been admitted the night prior.

Evan’s screams still echoed in his ears. The shrill wailing. The deafening crack. The silence that followed. He could still feel Evan’s blood on his skin. It was on his face. In his hair. On his hands. Nausea crawled up Michael’s throat, and if he’d not already emptied his stomach twice - first on the floor of the Diner, and later in front of the house - he might have vomited again.

Michael’s eyes burned, but he didn’t know whether to fight the tears or let them fall. What right did he have to cry? He was the monster. He was the one who shoved his screaming brother face-first into his death. And yet what kind of monster wouldn’t even shed tears over his brother’s death?

Evan wasn’t dead yet, but Michael had seen the wound first hand. He’d seen the way his skull caved, eyes all but crushed inside the sockets. He’d heard Henry assuring his father that Evan would make it, the doctors would do everything they could, but Michael knew the most likely outcome. The image was seared into his mind, playing out even with his eyes closed.

If only he could go to sleep and never wake up.

If only Evan would open his eyes.

If only he could take Evan’s place.

If only.

He wished.

And prayed.

And something answered.

I HAST HEARD THY PRAYER.

Michael opened his eyes. Nothing in his vision changed. It remained dark. For a moment he thought he’d actually fallen asleep and the sun had set, but when he moved to sit up he realized he could no longer smell his crummy old mattress, nor feel its weight below him.

FOR WHAT PRICE WOULD THOU SEE THY WISH GRANTED? WOULDST THOU TRADE THY LIFE FOR ANOTHER?

The voice came from everywhere, and nowhere. It thundered in the empty void that surrounded him. It whispered in the back of his mind. Some part of Michael knew he should probably be freaking out and maybe some small part of him was. But amid the slurry of his dampened emotions he felt a glimmer of something that he thought he’d lost; hope.

“I-if... If I give you my life...” He wet his lips, heedless of the acrid taste of bile on his tongue. “Will you save Evan?”

A glimmer shone in the darkness, and faded out just as quickly. Then another, just over his shoulder. Another one, and another, hundreds of golden lights swirling around him and gathering together, coalescing in the air before him into a towering creature of light. Michael raised his hand to shield his eyes, squinting at the spaces between his fingers in a feeble attempt to make out some features of the radiant thing before him. Were those ears? Horns? Did it have a mane or was that the shape of its head? Did it have two legs? Four? A thousand?

IT IS WITHIN MINE POWER TO ANSWER THY PRAYER.

Slowly, Michael realized the brilliant light didn’t actually hurt. He lowered his hand. He could look right at the creature, but still make out nothing concrete. A bit of the fear he’d thought himself beyond feeling began to trickle to the surface of his mind. The thing’s head - what he thought was its head - dwarfed his entire body. Worse than its sheer size, however, was the sensation that, somehow, this thing could peer into him, his mind, his thoughts, his very soul laid bare before the creature’s gaze. Every private thought, every intimate detail - no matter how small -  that shaped Michael Afton was this creature’s to know. Even so, the fear he felt remained an echo of what he knew it should be. There was something almost comforting about the light he found himself bathed in.

“Then I’ll do it.” His chest ached, head dizzy with hope. “Whatever you want. But-” He swallowed thickly. The creature’s gaze bore down on him. “You can’t just keep him technically alive. I want... I want you to heal him. Like he was before. A-and you can’t just kill him right after. Please.”

No sense being rude to the bizarre alien creature offering to undo his mistake.

THY TERMS ARE AGREEABLE. THE BROTHER SHALT BE SAVED. IN EXCHANGE, THY LIFE IN THIS REALM SHALT COME TO AN END. DOST THOU FIND THESE TERMS AGREEABLE?

“...Yes.”

No sooner than the word had left his lips did Michael feel a warmth budding in his chest. The creature’s golden light enveloped him, filling the vast expanse and banishing the darkness.

As his eyes slipped shut for presumably the last time, Michael found himself thinking it wasn’t such a bad way to die. He only wished he could have told his brother he was sorry.

-

2 Years Later

-

Michael’s eyelids fluttered open. For a very brief moment he’d forgotten where he was. As the last vestiges of the dream faded he became aware of the cool summer breeze, the hum of insects nearby. The branches of the tree he’d chosen to nap under swayed as a birdlike creature took flight. Despite the season, the leaves retained the crimson hue for which the area had been named, and the surrounding grass shimmered gold in the breeze.

He sat up, stretched his arms overhead with an unrestrained yawn. As he did the billowing sleeves of the garment he’d taken to wearing pooled around his shoulders. Loose, billowing sleeves were designed to be easily gathered up and tied off for work or let loose to protect his arms from sun or stinging plants. It was the same dark blue as worn by the rest of his adopted people, trimmed with silver and marked with the crest of their almighty Sinnoh. The outfit had felt strange at first, but after a full two years in this place he could no longer imagine wearing anything else.

A leather-bound notebook lay in the grass at his side. He instinctively reached for it, and reassured of its presence, settled back against the tree. Just for a few more minutes. Before him the setting sun shone over the mire, muddy waters dappled with gold as the creatures that called this place their home milled about. A dragonfly the size of a skateboard zipped by, ignoring the non-threatening human sitting in the shade. A plantlike animal with wide, yellow eyes and three leaves atop its oversized head emerged from the grass, spotted him and, upon determining he was not interested in it, scuttled closer after the overripe fruits that had fallen from his shade.

Michael cracked a soft smile as he watched the petilil eat. It was funny how the sight of such creatures had filled him with terror before. How perfectly ordinary they seemed now. He was tempted to reach out to it and stroke one of its leaves, but he kept his hands hands interlaced in his lap, not wanting to startle the timid pokemon. It was out of arm’s reach besides.

A light nudge at his arm drew Michael’s attention from the petilil. Looking down he found a small fox-like creature staring up at him with huge, lipid eyes. The fox’s dark grey body was trimmed with puffy white fur that trailed off into curling blue wisps, ill-suited to the hot marsh. Like Michael, this creature was an outsider to this land. Perhaps that was why they were drawn to one another, though the pokemon at least was of this world.

“Guess we should start heading home before the ghastly come out, huh Smoky?”

Smoky yipped at him. Michael smiled, threading his finger’s through Smoky’s silky white mane and startling the nearby petilil with his sudden movement. He paid it no mind. Pushing himself to his feet and gathering up his sketchbook while Smoky ran ahead. Like the strange clothes and the strange creatures, this place had become comfortable to him as well. Enough so that he didn’t think twice about calling this land his home.

Some nights he still dreamt about his old world, and about the night he had been pulled from it. He wondered how Evan was doing, and if he and Elizabeth were well. Sometimes those thoughts extended to his father, though hardly to the same extent. He still didn’t understand why exactly the almighty Sinnoh - for that was who he had come to understand that creature of light was - had brought him to this place. So far it had asked nothing of him, simply leaving him to his own devices. Had it even kept its end of the bargain? But then, why would a being powerful enough to propel him through time and space to a whole other world bother making a deal if it didn’t intend to keep its end? No, he was certain Sinnoh had healed Evan, and that Evan and his family were living happily in that world.

For his part, he was perfectly content in Hisui. Strange and frightening as the pokemon were, they were also the most amazing things he’d ever seen. Just ahead of him, Smoky paused and stared back, waiting for him to catch up. When he did the zorua darted ahead and again paused to wait for him as they made their way back to the clan. His family. The ones who had welcomed him in and given him a life where he thought he had none. Whatever Sinnoh’s reasons, Michael considered himself blessed to have been taken from Hurricane, to have been brought here of all places, of all times.

For the first time in his life, he was glad to be alive.

-

They called his recovery a miracle.

Doctors couldn’t explain how it had happened. It shouldn’t have happened. His skull had been crushed into his brain! Yet when Evan finally opened his eyes after what felt like a week of nightmares he felt no worse than he had before. Better, even. There were no problems with his speech or hearing, no gaps in his memory. Though there were certain things he wished he could forget. When the doctors took an x-ray of his skull they couldn’t find so much as the tiniest hairline fracture. Truly, they said, it was a miracle.

Elizabeth was waiting for him when he woke up. Her and Father. But she was the one who climbed into his bed and wrapped him in a hug and said how happy she was he was okay while Father stood off to the side, offering him merely a bewildered stare and a satisfied nod. He didn’t ask why Mike wasn’t there. He was pretty sure he knew why.

The doctors wanted to keep him for some tests, but after they could find nothing wrong in two days Father put his foot down. Evan was discharged that afternoon. He was allowed to ride in the front seat on the way home, which was weird because that was usually Mike’s seat. But even on his final day at the hospital, Evan’s brother still hadn’t shown his face. He squeezed his stuffed bear tight in his arms the entire ride home, stomach twisting in on itself the nearer they got to their house.

Would Mike be there?

What would he say to him?

Would Mike try to hurt him again?

Was he even sorry?

Questions rattled around his miraculously-intact skull, and before he knew it Father was pulling is purple car into the driveway of their home. For a moment Evan thought he was going to throw up.

As it turned out, he needn’t have worried.

Mike wasn’t home. Mike wasn’t anywhere.

At first, Father said it was nothing to worry about. Michael had probably gone over to a friend’s house or run off somewhere to avoid facing the guilt of what he’d done. He didn’t mention the lock he’d put on Mike’s door. Elizabeth was the one who told Evan about that. It was another five nights before the police were finally called, and they simply said the same thing Father had. Mike had probably just run off somewhere out of guilt.

Not a month passed before Father packed up all of Mike’s stuff and put it in the attic. That made Evan feel sick for reasons he couldn’t begin to put into words. Eventually Evan worked up the nerve to ask where his brother had really gone. All that got him was his father’s ire and the same answer as always. Elizabeth was the only one who told him the whole truth. After the accident - everyone called it an accident, it wasn’t an accident - Mike had tried to hurt himself. If he really did run off, he probably tried again. If they hadn’t found him, he was probably dead.

Evan couldn’t accept that answer. Not without proof. They never found a body. One year after Michael’s disappearance, Charlie died. They found her body right there in the alley where she’d been killed. Then more kids started to disappear. Their bodies were never found either. And yet everyone in Hurricane wrote them off as dead, without any proof whatsoever.

Another year passed. A suspect was finally arrested - a night guard at the local pizzeria, the one Evan’s father happened to own - but they never found any proof and so the charges were dropped. Still, the stigma stuck and eventually the poor guy was harassed out of town. Everyone seemed satisfied the incident was over, even though those kids were still missing. Vanished into thin air, just like Mike.

Father changed. He became more withdrawn, more nervous. People said it was grief, but they hadn’t seen how quick he was to box up every last trace of Mike’s presence in their house and store it away or sell it off. Evan started fighting with his father. A lot. About school, about work, about Mike. Elizabeth learned to stay away from the both of them when they were angry, though she at least tried to help Evan calm down after. She was never successful though because she always insisted on sticking up for their father. No, of course he cares about us, he’s just busy with work. Of course he hasn’t forgotten about Mikey, it’s just painful for him to be reminded. He didn’t mean it when he hit you, he was just stressed...

Sometimes Evan wished whatever ‘miracle’ he’d gotten had just let him die. His family was shit. This town was shit. Life was shit.

And he was shit too.

The fifth anniversary of Mike’s disappearance came and went. It seemed he was the only one who noticed. He was fourteen now. Michael would be nineteen, an adult if he were still alive. That night, Evan slipped out of his room. He had plenty of practice moving without making noise. He snuck into Mike���s room, cold and empty and devoid of any trace of the person who’d once lived there. He didn’t pray often. In fact, the last time he remembered praying was when Mother had been with them, though his memories of those days were fuzzy. Still, as he laid himself down on the musty mattress that had once been Mike’s, he hoped there was someone who would care enough to listen.

As he drifted off into sleep, Evan thought he saw a golden light.

I HAST HEARD THY PRAYER.

#Arceus speak is... fun #yeah #that's one word for it #I started daydreaming about this idea but I wasn't sure about writing it at first bc I was worried it was too weird a crossover #then I realized all crossovers are inherently weird and went for it anyway #fingers crossed someone other than me gets some enjoyment out of this #it do feel good to be writing again #fanfiction #stuff I wrote #FNAF #Five Nights at Freddy's #FNAF crossover #Pokemon #Pokemon crossover #Pokemon Legends of Arceus #Michael Afton #Hisuian Zorua #Evan Afton #the Crying Child #Elizabeth Afton #William Afton #I actually think Liz probably died before Evan #but for the story to work the way I wanted it to I had to keep her alive #so just ignore any wonky timeline stuff that doesn't perfectly align with canon #kay? #kay #self harm discussed #suicide discussed #graphic description of head injury #child murder cw

[eddiemunsonsteddybear]

i totally dmed you instead of sending you an ask but i’ll do it again.

your number is *drumroll pls* #87

by Taylor Swift

Description: this Christmas year is going to be much different for Steve Harrington. Who’s on the search for love and chasing that feeling. Knowing what person he can find that in this t story shows the process of Steve Harrington falling head over heels for his lover, Eddie Munson.

He was sure that he would never find that feeling again, chasing for it with different girl day after day until he wasn’t even sure what he wanted anymore. Though something lights up in him and he recognizes that all familiar high. It has just clicked and he had to stop to catch his breath as it hit him like a ton of bricks. Of course it was the strangest situation, it was three years ago when the other was goofing around in the field with Dustin. Just like two brothers would do.

Now here he stood three years later with the little bit of money he could scavenge together to go Christmas shopping. There were these tiny moments where Steve just climbed a new level of craziness. Where he thought he couldn’t go any higher with how in love he was with Eddie Munson. Like every time it hits him, It was shocking to say the least. Across the store Bambi eyes were meeting his. Heating him up in a way that he was sure he was a air balloon passing every normal stage of a crush on going into the borderline obsession phase.

Currently walking out of the cereal aisle with his Uncle stood Eddie Munson. His curls falling against his round face that lights up with the biggest grin. Steve never really had anything pop up into his head when Christmas came to mind, but now after the last two Christmas’s he can’t help but picture Eddie. The boy was all Christmas joy, the smiles, the giggles up to the horrible dancing. Of course Steve may be a little bias as Eddie was currently a Elf for Santa’s shop with Wayne being Santa Claus. Even after all of the accusations, and all of the wounds Eddie still somehow mustered up energy to make sure to give to others.

The first year had been a little iffy after everything. But it didn’t stop Eddie from dressing up as a elf and going out of town to raise money for every family that got hit hard from the earthquake. Everyone didn’t want the money because in their eyes Eddie was the reason God had struck them with that deadly force. He was Satan’s spawn and they wanted nothing he touched in town. Though once when evidence came out that it wasn’t him who murdered all of those people but Henry Creel. So things started to warm up again the next Christmas.

After that everything started to go more smoothly and soon the whole town wanted to forget. And treating Eddie wrongly was just one of them, not wanting to take blame and apologize. Maybe that guilt was the reason why the Munson family brought so much money in. Pity money did work, and Eddie wasn’t against using that.

“Oh, Debra don’t you remember when you kicked me in the balls when I was just trying to grab a can of Pringles? Well I do and I just know that if you don’t donate to this charity some of these children won’t grow up to that ripe age where you think it’s okay to knee them in the genitals.”

“Oh Bob! How are you? Do you want to donate to breast cancer awareness? No! Well wait up I have a funny story actually- it all started when I just wanted to check my mail and someone decided to stick a dead raccoon in there- god I remember it just like yesterday and I’m sure everyone wants to hear about it.”

And just like that eddie made nearly a grand every year for charity.

Steve only encountered the other when he picked Dustin up from DnD but he was fully aware the others personality didn’t fit the others clothing style. Though he forced himself to quickly snap out of whatever weird trance he was in when a older women nearly t-bones him. He has no choice but to walk in the direction Eddie was coming from. Meeting in front of the breadcrumbs Steve wasn’t sure how he was going to talk. His mouth felt like he just ate a whole thing of peanut butter in one sitting and forgot the milk.

“Steve! I have been meaning to talk to you, the kids and I were talking about the Santa shop this year and wanted to know if you wanted to join us.” Eddies grin is contagious as he leans back a little as he adds. “This years charity would be going towards the children’s hospital in the city.”

And oh my god Steve was definitely not going to say no. He loved being with the kids though it would be a whole new situation being with them and Eddie. The last time that happened was when they were all on the run from Vecna. He smiles gently as he makes sure the others done rambling before nodding his head.

“Yeah I can do that, what would I be doing?” He asks curiously as he moves a little bit to lean on his shopping cart. Holding up some of the weight from his legs that were slightly getting tired from walking around so much.

“Well… you would be a Elf with me, I’m currently making outfits as we speak. If you could possibly drop by my trailer some time so I can get measurements.” Eddie was a constant beam of energy and Steve was certain that he was going to be higher then the last peak he was on. Which would be even a deadlier fall.

“Yeah, just call me and tell me what time would be good for you.” Steve says dumbly. God he was such a idiot.

“And there’s a dazzling haze, A mysterious way about you, Dear, Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”

Steve’s snapped back to reality when he sits in his car twenty minutes after cashing out. His heart beating in his chest as he crosses his arms over himself trying to calm the excited nerves running through his body. Smiling he happily hits his steering wheel unable to keep it in. Sighing softly he sets his head back biting his lip a little before he decides he was ready to go back to his parents house.

He’s barely in the house forty minutes before he hears the phone ring. He doesn’t know how anything happens, one second he’s holding onto the plastic phone and the next he was transported in front of the Munson’s door awkwardly knocking on the door. All nerves disappearing when Eddie answers the door in seconds and pulls him in. His hair up in a messy bun like style. Pencil in his mouth as he closes the door behind Steve.

“Okay so, I just finished mine -” Eddie picks a black outfit that somehow passed as a Elf’s. “And I’m pretty much done with everyone else’s costumes so I thought it would be a good idea to get yours done as soon as possible. You know?” He chuckles a little. The boy looked very anxious and Steve makes sure to choose his words carefully so he didn’t upset the other in anyway. He was sure that he wouldn’t but just on the safe side.

“Yeah, I do. What do you want me to do?” He asks curiously. Eddie immediately breaks out into bundles of words explaining his ideas. Steve just listens and sits down when he’s told looking up at the other like he was Saint Nicholas himself. God this boy really loved Christmas. Not as much as the spooky season but still.

Though there was one thing Steve didn’t consider. With costume fitting there was a lot of physical touch. He stood on a stool the other gave him and the others hands were constantly on him. His face was pink as the awkward talk of not knowing each other that well evolved into something else. Steve laughing as Eddie shoves him playfully to get him to sit still. Both laugh when the see Wayne’s expression when he walks in from his shift.

Steve should have been gone hours ago but he finds himself sitting on Eddie’s bed listening to the other ramble about Dustin. It felt like the both of them have been friends for years. And Steve can’t help but feel some form of dread when he remembers all nice things come to a end.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, Take me out and take me home”

Maybe Steve started to use the whole thing as a excuse to hang out with the other more but he wasn’t going to let anyone know about that. Now here he stood in the Harrington kitchen falling helplessly in love as Eddie makes Christmas cookies. Flower on his nose and hair while all Robin needed a nap break. Just getting off from work just a hour ago. God was Steve screwed. Watching the way Eddie freaking Munson scrunching up his nose and moves quickly away from the mix and sneezes flower all over the place. Sighing contently, completely unaware that he was leaving a mark on the house that made it seem like it could possibly be a home.

“We could let our friends cash in the living room, this is our place we make the call, and I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. I’ve love you three summers now honey, but I want them all.”

Steve didn’t understand how Eddie did it. Everyone who even fell inside of his bubble would slowly attract to him. Which was great because hey! Everyone was seeing what Steve had been seeing for a while now. But also, Hey! No I had him first! It was weird. All of it. None of these feelings happened with Nancy or Robin. Steve didn't care that Eddie was a boy, that wasn't the difference between the three. It probably would be the greatest mustery Steve will ever know as he sits in the middle of Joyce’s living room as Eddie plays the acoustic. Playing any Christmas music that came to mind as everyone sang together.

Steve sat next to Robin who sat next to Nancy. Robin has been clued into the entire situation for a while but Nancy apparently wasn't. Steve and Nancy hadn't talked in a long time and neither knew what to say. Steve smiles awkwardly towards her once before Eddie steals his attention. It's later when the kids are sleeping and the two are the few remaining ones awake along with Eddie and Robin.

“So, you sharing your matching Christmas sweaters with anyone Steve?” Nancy asks curiously as she does the dishes. Steve freezes and Robin looks over at him carefully. The expression on Eddies face is unreadable as he keeps writing down notes and sipping his coco slash coffee. Who needed that before bed? Eddie apparently.

“No.”

Awkward silence.

“Well you interested in anyone then?” Nancy asks sweetly. Robin smirks at Steve looking straight through him as Eddie looks above his coffee cup. Steve didn't think he had any reason why he should lie. He was interested. Though he of course wouldn't say who.

“Yeah- sort of.” Steve says rubbing the back of his neck a little pink going to his face as he avoids all eyes.

“Well who is this girl then? There's no way she would say no to Steve Harrington.” Nancy teases a little. Steve already hated this conversation as he glares at Robin who catches onto how be cringes at the others words. Specifically at ‘girl’.

“I'm not going to tell you that.” Steve laughs awkwardly shaking his head amused.

“Oh.” Nancy says as Steve looks up confused before figuring out what he meant. He can't help but blush but snort a little.

“Dont worry Nancy, my type has totally changes since high school. It's definitely not you.” he says amused watching her relax. Though from the look of it Eddies shoulders relax to. But he doesn't say any words. Just staring at Steve like he was trying to pick through his soul.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on his hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be-”

Steve can't explain it. Something shifted between him and Eddie that night while they sat at the round table. They stayed up later then the girls and just talked the rest of the night through. Forgetting about time as the sun shined through the windows. As time passed and they grew closer the more they spent together.

At the diner Steve always made sure to save a seat for his Eds who in return would lean over the table and say the most dirtiest jokes. Causing Steve to get flustered and laugh loudly, voice cracking and having to go quite fast when people looked over at the two of them. The mischievous glint in Eddies eyes never leaving. God Steve was head over heels in love and he didn't know what to do.

“And you'll save all of your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table I'll save you a seat.”

Steve sits at the Munson trailer Christmas Eve still dressed up in the amazing Elf Costume Eddie made. Sure his weren't covered in chains like Eddies but he still loved it the same. Both of them pressed up together as hears the phone ring in the middle of the show they were watching. Groaning Steve gets up and Eddie follows along like a lost puppy using his drink as a excuse. Steve picks up the phone and chuckles at something Eddie says before saying a soft, “hello?”

“Merry Christmas Eve Dingus’s!”

Steve has to pull the phone back from his ear amused as he returns the words to Robin. She quickly starts to ramble about something as Steve gets distracted by Eddie trying to scoop ice cream with a regular spoon.

“Eddie, you have to scoop that with a ice cream scooper or else you're just going to bend the spoon.” he says amused. He hears Robin pause and he doesn't apologize for interrupting. She did it to him all the time.

“Oh before I forget, can you get Eddie on the phone?”

“Eddie, Robin wants you.” Steve says offering the phone to the other who moves over licking his fingers before holding the phone to his hear, not bothered by being in Steves personal space.

“Why would I look up?” Eddie asks confused before they both do. And at the same time they both realize they are under mistletoe. Both go red in the face, hearing Robins voice saying.

“Now I have to go bye! Remember if you two don't kiss Santa isn't coming for you guys! Bye!” and the dial tone is heard before Eddie awkwardly sets the phone on the thing. His eyes meet Steves's and there was nothing else to describe what was happening besides stuttering and awkwardness. Though Steve says fuck it and yanks the other forward, causing both of their noses to brush up against each other before their lips meet.

And there it was, the sun right above the peak right before he lost sight of it and fell down the mountain as Eddie would shove him away and break his heart. Though Steve was wrong. There was shoving alright. But Eddie was still connected to him as he shoves him against the wall, Steve’s back hitting part of the phone as he gasps a little out of surprise letting Eddie taste him.

Growing up Steve never knew what he wanted for Christmas as he had everything pretty much. But now pushed up against the wall between the phone and mugs (which were swinging like crazy, if one even broke Wayne would kill them) Steve knew what he wanted for Christmas.

For Eddie to be his lover.

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The next song is Puke by Eminem and it’s going to be a challenge

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.69--Episodes 9-10

I have watched through S7E10; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Oh, excuse me, it’s Drizella with a Z. Also, I think it’s kind of funny that two of these girls have names with Ella in them.

—So if I’m understanding this correctly, Drizella was a bit spoiled as a child, so her mother decided to hate her for the rest of her life. Okay. Sounds reasonable.

—The heart-shaped bodice on Cecilia’s dress was gorgeous.

—Little Cinderella’s dress was cute, too.

—Oooooh, lavender lemonade! That’s the good stuff, let me tell you. There’s barely a tastier beverage to be found.

—This may just be the most complicated family situation any Cinderella story has ever had.

—Oh, boo, it’s less fun when Hook isn’t calling Rumple “crocodile” at every turn.

—Kay so these witches are much creepier than most things that have appeared on this show. Ngl, proper witchy stuff freaks me out, and these ladies were specifically designed to do that, so…not living large right now.

—Not complaining about seeing Rumple in one of those delightful red robes again, but him regressing is sad. And he apparently gives, like, zero sh*ts about being alive, which isn’t surprising because his current goal is literally to die.

—I know I said this recently, but he keeps on upping the ante: Just when I think I can’t possibly love Hook any more, he proves me wrong. He gave up the knowledge that Alice is his daughter, gave up the relationship that he’s been searching for for years, to give Lucy a chance at having her mother in her life. Killian Jones is the most beautiful man alive and I would die for him.

—Rolling Bayou is the perfect name for the food truck and I one hundred percent believe that Tiana’s the one who came up with it. And it’s even starting to look like an actual food truck!

—Y’all, watching Henry almost die, and knowing that if the curse is broken he has to die, is terribly upsetting.

—I would like to rip my brain from my head and hurl it across the room. Even the writers have given up on establishing a timeline—which, to be honest, is hilarious to me. But fr, Henry is possibly somewhere in his thirties, Robin is twenty-five, Alice is still indeterminate, and nobody else has apparently aged? What kinda looney is this?

—I’d love to know what hijinks happened in the eight years between Drizella being statue-d and Drizella being un-statue-d. Regina knew Rumple was in that world, so he obviously wasn’t keeping too low a profile. How long has he been crazy? Why is Henry’s buddy still living with them? Where was Lady Tremaine that whole time?

—I go wild whenever Regina wears her regal clothes, but her wearing that cute little scarf in her hair when she went to Zelena clobbered me. She’s so pretty.

—Of all the things Zelena might’ve done in her cursed life, I would not have guessed cycling instructor. Interior design lady, maybe. Personal shopper, yes. Not cycling instructor.

—I love that Robin is an archer. I don’t care if it’s the most obvious thing ever, it’s perfect.

—Also, ROBIN AND ALICE? *inhuman screeching* I didn’t only get Alice being a dumbass lesbian, I got Alice with an actual girlfriend that she’s actually in love with and they actually exchanged promises to know each other even when they didn’t know each other like any other couple would and I CAN’T EVEN! And, you know what, the daughter of Zelena and Robin Hood being lesbian simply *slaps*

—If I ever shut up about this, I am dead. Ain’t no other option.

—*Also again* Rumple cowering with the lesbians in the face of the Dark Curse tracks. Rumple seems to collect wlw vibe ladies, I swear. (Autocorrect wants to change wlw to wow, which is yes. Lesbians rock.)

—My mom and I just watched Zelena, the Charmings, Regina, and Hook’s songs from the musical episode again and damn is Hook a fine singer. Once again, that bar is mighty high.

—I adore Rumple and Hook for being willing to work together. Hook pushes Rumple for the truth, gets it (which  is a big deal in itself), offers to help, and Rumple actually accepts. Once again, it shows how much he’s been changed by Belle’s death, but it’s cool anyway.

—And I love that as soon as he realized Lucy was in trouble, Rumple went into protective great-granddad mode.

—Noah Fence, but I think Drizella’s power level (before her magic was thieved) was bogus. It’s established canon *as if I ever really cared about that?* that it takes years of training to get magical people to the level of control and ability that she exhibits, apparently after a single afternoon hanging out with Regina. Baloney.

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Hello! Me again! Hope I'm not sending too many requests but I just got a really funny idea while staring at nothing in bed. Can you do a reaction of the brothers and the now dateables to where MC's a zombie/corpse who looks like a regular, normal human, but they're like immortal? Like when they show up as the exchange student, but they show up bloody and battered, is looks definitely dead. The brothers are like freaking out over the dead body, but then MC just all of a sudden sits up, and groaning, cracking their bones, saying like, " Ahhh.... who the hell tried to kill me... again!" Thanks!

w/ Zombie!MC

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, reanimated corpses, zombies (duh) and general gore

Summary: How the Obey Me! characters react to MC showing up to the Devildom seemingly dead only for them to sit up and say “ahhh... who the hell tried to kill me... AGAIN!” 

- When the body lands in the student council room all bloody he just stops functioning

- He immediately runs to the body and checks for a pulse

- The second he touches them they sit straight up, colliding heads with the stunned firstborn

- They just stare at him wide-eyed for a minute before slapping him 

- “ARE YOU THE ONE WHO KEEPS KILLING ME IN MY SLEEP?!”

- the entire exchange program he feels relaxed because he knows that they literally can’t die

- If they try eating other human exchange students he will be agitated 

- No MC SOLOMON IS NOT FOOD GET HIM OUT OF YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW

- When he waltzes into the student council room and sees everyone trying to hastily clean the human’s blood off of themselves he screeches and runs

- MC explains the situation after they’ve showered and he’s stopped screaming and he is still a bit spooked

- kind of impressed by the fact they’ve survived being murdered the number of times that they have been

- Uses them as a shield whenever his brothers try hurting him

- Feels guilty when he realizes that even though they don’t die it hurts and takes energy to heal

- Vows to never let anyone try to kill them again

- they get “killed” again the next morning

- is glad that his babysitting job isn’t that hard because the baby literally can’t die,,, its the perfect baby!

-When Lucifer comes walking in talking to a human covered in their blood he just faints

-He wakes up in his bed and goes downstairs, convinced that he is just waking up from a nightmare

-Seeing the dried bloody footprints in the entrance hall though worried him and so he runs to the dining room and sure enough, the human from his nightmare is there, but not covered in blood this time

-Thinks it is kind of cool that they can survive being murdered and compares them to every single video game character ever

-Is glad his henry can’t die but feels bad that they died in the first place, especially since being a zombie means they had originally been killed by a zombie, which is an awful way to die

-Intrigued and kind of amused because he can smell the life on them but can’t seem to hear a heartbeat

- Worried about the blood though

- All the gore is worth it when he sees Lucifer’s face 

- Studies and stalks their behavior because he has never met a zombie before

- Uses them as a part of his pranks, by pretending to kill them the first few months they are there so that Lucifer finds them bloody and playing dead

- Lucifer stops falling for it and he gets sad

- Is super impressed by their survival of all the murder attempts and studies their anatomy (as far as they will allow him)

-Feels faint when he sees all the gore

- When they slap Lucifer and accuse him of trying to kill them “again” thats when he actually faints

- Helps them heal their wounds with his favorite ointments

- Feels so bad that they had to go through so much

- Worries about their skin because of how often they get hurt without realizing it 

- If they try eating Solomon he will either cry or laugh it depends on how much of a brat Sol was being that day

- Tells them it’s hot how indestructible they are and how they must be able to endure a lot in the bedroom ;))))

- Smells their blood before they even land in the room

- Tries to eat them but is held back by Satan and Asmodeus

- Later when they explain their situation he is just like “oh ok”

- Then as he gets to know them and how much energy their body uses just keeping them animated he feels really sad

- Protects them from demons and people who want to “test their durability”

- Though the constant smell of their blood and wounds tempts him, he refuses to eat them and for once feels complete control over his sin

- Sad when he hears about all the murder attempts they’ve been through and how they’re always called a ‘monster’ by those around them

- He could sense something about them was off when they first came and saw him in the attic

- He didn’t truly know until they were laying “dead” in Mammon’s lap and Mammon wasn’t even worried

- Mammon said “yo wake up” and Belphie was always shocked because he believed that Mammon would’ve been the most upset by a dead person in the entrance hall

- They sat straight up and fucking y a w n e d before giving a smile and saying good morning to his brothers

- After explaining to him all about their situation he feels dumb

- finds it funny to try and “test their strength” before he realizes how tired they get when healing

- Since they never really “died” in the eyes of anybody in the human world he had no idea that they would show up dead

- Cries

- Watching Lucifer get slapped and yelled at when they woke up accusing him of trying to kill them though he laughs

- Worried about other humans in the program but knows MC is a kind should and would not eat a human unless they had to 

- Throws a tantrum if he ever catches someone calling them a “monster” or catches them trying to test their durability

- He knew. He thought it’d be funny if they showed up and gave a spook to everybody so he may or may not have sent something their way to try and kill them 

- only feels a little guilty but he vows to never do it again

- keeps a close eye on them to ensure Solomon is in no danger 

- Finds it funny to watch the brothers freak out whenever they hurt themselves and heal 

- Researches ways for MC to heal easier

- Solomon is a bit afraid for his own safety

- so he casts a charm on himself to keep his safety in check

- MC threatening to eat him a kind of funny though

- Worries about their safety as well because he knows how zombies function and how much energy they drain whenever they heal

- Puts a charm on them to keep demons who want to test their durability away 

- When he has free time he researches different ways to help them with their healing though

- Shocked if he sees the bloody scene

- But hearing about it is kind of funny

- Feels bad about their situation and offers to use some healing magic to help them with any injuries 

- Knows how reckless the brothers can be so he is extra cautious about them trying to test MC and their durability 

- Keeps an eye on MC when they are around other humans

- WHAT IN THE

- Scared as heck

- Feels bad for being scared but he can’t help it

- Also tries to use healing magic on them

- tries to protect MC from mean demons but he is smol

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[supercorpkid]

Once Upon a Time in…

Storybrooke.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Emma Swan x Reader, Regina Mills x Reader, Snow White x Reader, Prince Charming x Reader.

Word Count: 2900.

Previously on the series - Neverland, Camelot

“So we’re back at square one.” You sigh, looking at Henry, while he is reading his enormous book.

“Not entirely true. We know that we have to lift the curse so you can leave, and that we have to do it fast before you become a character of the book.” He says, without raising his head at you. You’re almost arguing when a plate with at least 20 pancakes is placed before you. That stops your mind mid-rant.

“Thanks, Granny.” You smile at her, who smiles back before leaving. “Except that we don’t know who cursed the town, so I might as well embrace my fate of being a fairytale character right now and forever.”

“You know, there is another way.” He finally looks at you and you encourage him with an eyebrow raise. “Too risky and honestly? I don’t even know if they would agree to it…”

“Would you go on with it already? No need to build up the climax, we’re already past that.”

“Another curse.” Henry says and you furrow your brows. Having two curses surely doesn’t sound like the solution. “A liftable curse, of course.”

You just blink at him when he doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Ok, what if my mom cursed you into believing you’re a part of the story? You would be written into the book-” You open your mouth to argue. “But it comes from someone who knows and can undo it. So, when the time comes, she lifts the curse and you’re not in the book anymore.”

“Uh.” You think about it for a second. “Sounds like it could work. It would be like if we had a countdown watch and after your mom’s curse it would just pause it.” You say and he nods in agreement.

“The protection spell around town gets lifted and she undoes your curse right after. The countdown restarts but you would be ready to leave.” He finishes your train of thought. “Only thing is whether she will agree to this.”

“Well, we’ve got to try, right? Might be our only hope.” You’re almost out of the booth when you look at the pancakes in front of you. “Give me a minute.”

“Can’t believe you’re thinking about food right now.” Henry rolls his eyes at you.

“Can’t believe you’re not.” You say inhaling the food in front of you in exactly one minute. “Ok, I’m done.”

“This was traumatic to watch.”

You ignore him and you both run out of Granny’s to Regina’s house at the end of the main street. You try to go slower so he doesn’t fall too far behind, but you’re still in front of her house way before he gets there.

“Next time, give me a ride.” He is breathing hard next to you but recovers faster than normal. “Mom? Are you here?”

“In the kitchen, kid!” You hear Emma’s voice, and you follow Henry to it. You find both Regina and Emma making breakfast together. The scene doesn’t fail to bring tears to your eyes. It’s too familiar. “Oh, you guys are together, great!”

“We think we have a, well, it’s not a solution. It’s more like a-” Henry looks at you.

“Band-aid.” You give them a forced smile.

“Let’s hear it.” Regina asks and you and Henry do your best explaining the whole thing. “So I would undo the curse and she’ll leave, huh?”

“I know it’s not ideal but-”

“But it’s pretty good.” Emma says. She comes closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure about that, though?”

“No. I know nothing about magic.” You shrug. “If this was science or anything related, I would probably be sure, but this is outside my area of expertise. If you two think it could work, then I trust you to bring me back when it’s time.”

“You should know all magic comes with a price.” Regina adds.

“What’s the price?”

“We’ll learn about it later.” She raises an eyebrow at you. You think of Lena and how you need to go back home to see her eyebrow raise.

��I’ll pay.”

“Well, then hold on to it, kid.” Regina says with a smile. “You’re about to become a fairytale character.”

You and Henry look at each other. As good of an idea this was, you didn’t consider all the outcomes. You’ll become a fairytale character; you won’t remember anything about your actual life. You won’t remember your moms, aunts, cousins, girlfriend, grandmas… You know it’s what you have to do, if you ever want to make it out of this reality and back into yours, but still. Not remembering Jamie’s laugh, Maya’s kisses, Kelly’s comfort, Alex’s shoulder squeezes, Lillian’s head tilt, Eliza’s soft voice, Lena’s green eyes, Kara’s smiles, it almost makes you want to forget about this and find another way.

“Ok, the curse is ready.” Regina says and you look up, coming back from your thoughts.

“Smells funny.”

“I know, sweetheart. It's a curse. It's not meant to be pleasant.” She says, making your heart beat faster on your chest. You hold your necklace strongly in your hands; remember your family one last time. Then close your eyes.

“Yay, food!” You open your eyes and look at your moms on the other side with a stack of pancakes in front of them.

“Hey, leave some for your brother.” Regina says, stopping you before you grab all of the apple pancakes she has made.

“Fine, you can have one, Henry.” You joke, putting just one on his plate from the stack in front of you.

“Be nicer, honey.” Emma kisses the crown of your head, before sitting next to you. You smile, putting two more on his plate.

“There, you’re eating just as much as me now.”

“Listen kids, today Emma and I will be working with Mr. Gold to see if we can lift the protection spell around the city. You two will spend the day with the Charmings.”

“Oh, come on, moms. We’re old enough to help!” Henry says and you agree.

“Of course you are. And we will need your help when the time comes. Just, well, you know how is like to work with Mr. Gold-”

“Always an adventure.” You and Henry say in unison.

“Something like that.” Emma agrees looking like she wanted to disagree, instead. “Besides, I thought you had archery lessons with your grandma today?”

“Yes!” You agree, excitedly.

“And Henry, you will be hanging out with your grandpa at the station, right?” She gets his answer in the form of a nod. “Well, great, we’re all very busy today. But we’re still meeting at Granny’s tonight for dinner, ok?”

“Sure thing, mom.” You get up and kiss her head. “See you guys later, I’m late to meet grandma.” You kiss Regina’s head right after. “Bye, mom. Squirt, wanna a ride?”

“Stop calling me squirt.” Henry complains, getting up from the table. “See you later, moms.” He follows you to the front of the house. “Don’t run so fast, I just ate.”

“You know I only have two speed levels. Fast or breaking the sound barrier.” He jumps on your back and out you go, fast enough to be at the station in a blink of an eye. “See you later!”

It doesn’t take long before you and Snow White are walking in the woods close to the city. You love spending time in the woods with her. You love just sitting in silence and letting your senses become even more refined. Sure, you have super hearing, but she teaches you how to focus even on the simpler things. Leaves in the wind, steps in the woods, birds chirping. There’s no other place you feel as in peace as in the woods with Snow.

“So? How are the woods today?” She asks, hand on your shoulder.

“Was there ever a time where there wasn’t anyone in the woods doing weird stuff?” You ask, making Snow laugh loudly next to you.

“Not in Storybrooke.” Snow agrees with a smile and points a direction for you both to walk.

“How do you want to do this?” You ask, putting your bow into position and closing one eye, looking around.

“Like we shall do everything.” You look at her and she winks at you. “Together.”

You miss the shot. You try again. Your arrow breaks. You try again. You lose your temper. You try yet again.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

‘Together’ is the word to live by.

“Mom, can you help me take control of the panic attacks?” It’s late at night when you ask her that. Regina is happy that you’re asking for her help, and you two sneak into her office while Emma and Henry watch Space Paranoids.

“Remember,” She holds you, before she starts. “These are nightmares I’m putting in your mind. None of them are real. You’re safe and sound at home with us. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Ok.”

“But sweetheart, you’ve got to fight it. With all the strength and courage I know you have. Concentrate and fight it.” Regina says, and you nod, closing your eyes.

Your mind is filled with visions. Terrible ones, by the way. You see people dying, by shot guns and swords. It’s a war inside your mind. You know it’s not real, but the feeling is the same. You try to run but your legs feel wobbly and weak, and you fall on your knees. There’s a pool of blood under you and when you look to the side you see Henry with glassy eyes, completely lifeless.

“NOOOO!” Your heart starts beating into your ribcage, as you shake before reaching for him. “Please, please don’t be dead.”

“Concentrate. Focus.”

“HE IS DEAD! IT’S MY FAULT!” You yell, with tears wetting your face.

“It’s not your fault.” Regina says in your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“HENRY! PLEASE COME BACK!”

“What’s going on?” You hear his voice. Regina has already stopped filling your mind with visions, but still you see his glassy eyes staring at you. “Hey, open your eyes. I’m here.”

You see him. But your body is still reacting harshly to the vision. You cry and shake. You’ve failed, but you’re not the one to back down.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

You’ll overcome your fears.

“Hey honey!” Emma wakes you up, with an excited greeting, and you roll to the side not opening your eyes just yet. “I could really use your help with something.”

“What is it?” You mumble, still too sleepy to talk.

“We’ve gotta help Ella. And I thought we could have some mother-daughter bonding time.”

“You’re my mother. Isn’t that enough of a bond?” You ask, as a joke, and you get a chuckle in response.

“Come on. It would be much faster if you could fly around and find her for me. Otherwise I would have to use magic to find a shoe and then more magic to track her, and then-”

“Oh my God, ok. I’ll help.” You get up and get ready in seconds. “I know you just want my help because I’m faster than the Flash.”

“Faster than a flash, honey.” Emma corrects you. “Let’s go!”

So you find Ella, just before her evil stepmother shoots her, and you stand tall in front of her because you’re indestructible, and your mom uses magic to contain her evil stepmother, and it’s just another day in Storybrooke. You know, for a really small town, there’s always something going on in here.

“Saving the town with my kid.” Emma throws her arms around your shoulders with a smile. “What mother could ask for more?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think being saved probably doesn’t sound so bad.” You complain, getting a tight squeeze from her.

“Sitting around waiting to be saved, with no idea whether someone’s actually going to come for you-” She sighs, loudly. “Trust me, I know doing all the saving all the time sounds exhausting. But waiting around is-is as bad as it can get, honey.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

Heroism comes first.

“Are you ready?” Snow asks and you agree excitedly. Bow and arrow ready to shoot. You look at her getting in position. “Together.”

You nod, and you two aim at the same spot. Both of the arrows travel together and land side by side in the middle of the target. You smile, excited. “I feel like the Green Arrow!”

“Who’s that?” Snow asks and you look at her furrowing your brows.

“I-I don’t know.” You think and think about how that name just easily left your mouth. Huh. Weird.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Here comes the town’ superhero!” Emma says when you walk in the kitchen.

“Here is the town’ savior!” You answer with a smile.

“I could use your help out there today, kid!” She widens her smile.

“Doesn’t this town have enough heroes?” You sit next to her, and she kisses the crown of your head, before placing a plate of hot waffles in front of you.

“But only one is super.” She winks, making you giggle in excitement. You’re convinced right away.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Focus. Concentrate.” Regina says, close to your ear. And you breathe deep trying to do so.

“It's kind of hard when you're talking in my ear.”

“And when the wind blows, or it's raining, or someone's shooting arrows at you. Yes, concentration's hard. That's the point.” She bumps her shoulder on yours. “Sweetheart, you told me you needed help.”

“And I do.”

“Then let me help.” She runs her fingers through your hair slowly. “The world will always throw disappointments, sorrows and pain on our backs. It’s our job to learn how to handle them. I worked very hard for my first reaction to be as Regina and not as the Evil Queen.”

“I know, mom. You said that a million times.” Your answer makes Regina lose her cool a little. And you smile, apologetic. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I asked for help. I need to know how to handle the pain. Please, I’m ready to go on.”

“Close your eyes.” She asks again and you comply. “Are you ready?” You shake your head in agreement.

You see images. Like a lucid dream in your mind. Regina is using magic to alter what you see. And you see destruction, death everywhere. You see Snow’s head detached from her body, Emma bleeding with a sword on her heart, the only thing left from Charming is his hand, still clinging to his sword.

You should be ready by now. In fact, you should be used to it somehow. It’s not the first time you and Regina do this kind of exercise. But it doesn’t matter how many times you see your family bleeding out, totally lifeless in front of you, every single time, without fail, makes your heart beat faster, your lungs stop working, you shake, you start crying and hyperventilating, ready to destroy everything.

“Focus! No fire from the eyes.” You hear Regina’s voice and you come back to yourself a little bit, just to hold back your first reaction. It’s always the eyes.

“But mom is dead.” You cry out, clenching your fist.

“Concentrate. You can do it.”

You can do it.

You kneel before Snow’s head. Breath in while counting to 3. Hold your breath for 3 seconds. Breath out in the same amount of time. You know this isn’t real. Snow is home, and safe. You’re not in the enchanted forest. Nothing here is real.

You unclench your fist. Steadying your breath. You fight the images. Snow’s head goes back to her body. Charming’s hand disappears. Emma opens her eyes.

“You can do it.” You hear again. And you feel the thump in your heart settling back in your ribcage. Beating normal again. Soon enough the entire thing vanishes in front of your eyes. You open your eyes again. Your hands are still shaking a little, but you’re home with your mom, and you’re safe. She smiles fondly at you. “See? I knew you could do it.”

“I did it. I stopped my panic attack.” You say with excitement planted on your face and she hugs you tightly. It doesn’t matter how many months it took you to do so, you still did it.

“How about we celebrate? Guess who lifted the town’s protection spell this morning?”

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widen in excitement.

“Yes! You know what that means?” Regina asks, and you can barely contain yourself, jumping up and down.

“Pizza from the neighborhood city!” You squeak. “Can I go get it? Please mom, let me go get it!”

“Here.” Regina gives you the money. “Bring enough for your grandparents. And Belle. Maybe Hook too. Just anyone who happens to be at Granny’s.”

“So basically the entire city?”

“Basically.” She smiles and you’re almost out the door, when you look back at her and add.

“Did I have any plans for when we could leave town?” You think and think, but nothing comes to mind. “It’s weird, I swear I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

“Maybe to give mom a kiss?” Regina asks and you smile. Rushing to her and hugging her, before kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, it was probably just a kiss.” You chuckle.

Days. Weeks. Months.

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #ouat fanfiction #ouat #snow white #emma swan #regina mills #swanqueen

[random-dragons-interest-hoarde]

Okay finishing it up and adding two more @moon42sstuff

Patchwork is a michael afton got put in springtrap instead of william putting it on willingly. Basically he destroyed those animatronics after the scooper in hope that it would free their spirits. It uh. They thought he was william and did not realize their mistake untill a week later when they finally let the guy speak and by then it was way too late to save him from springlock failure. Oops. Fazbear frights crew of scott, ben and melissa find him and after shenigans fix him up so he no longer looks like a corpse in a springlock suit. Just looks like a low quality fursuit that smells like it hasn’t been washed in a week. Its washed daily but the corpse still smells ya know. They have to change the cloth a lot.

Next we got ceo. Basically he works similarly to remnant battery, when he realized the fire wasn’t working on him he went and dragged henry out, they checked over and it had looked like it worked they found the remains of everything so now they’re the ceos of fazbear entertainment agaun, and build the pizzaplex. One of them is much more into the pizzaplex’s vibes then the other. Yes i designed them while listening to that mashup.

Okay now for the two i missed on the graph.

This one is a michael gets bit instead of evan (the name i chose for crying child) because evan had the idea to do it to him first bc it would be funny. It was funny to michael, not to anyone else. Michael fucking died evan kinds takes cqnnon michael’s place but gets the secret ending of sl instead of being scooped. Its fine he and ennard come to a agreement they’re friends now.

And finally grimm foxy is michael theory.

I uh. Love this one ill both send the images and. And paste that theory. Ill put it under the cut because thats the last thing :)

Curse of the dreadbear, dreadbear is cassidy’s form

Grim foxy((on fire nightmare foxy)) is michael.

Henry being glamrock freddy would come around the exact way michael would

Henry being glamrock freddy would come around the exact way michael would

And you can pull a fact if william was the one who wore bonnie, henry probably wore freddy. So that parallel

And the not continuing to fail a child angle, can still be achived because henry was gone for years, and only shower up in fnaf 6.

Sir where the fuck where you, michael was the one cleaning everything up after his dad where rhe fUCK

Anyway

Fnaf 4 while we’re here

Obviously michael vibes with foxy, the foxy mask and such.

And the guilt of tormenting evan as that even if he was forgiven in fnaf 3

Anyway while fnaf 4

The angle of there being two nightmare fredbears

One is nightmare fredbear. That symbolizes evan

And the only other animatronic with a brain in its deisgn besides fredbear.

Is nightmare.

The other soul in fredbear. So in fnaf vs curse of the dreadbear

Who are the two in the death screen.

Dreadbear. And grim foxy.

Whose lacking in the princess quest three game in the fnaf vr section in security breach

Dreadbear, because thats cassidy/gregory teaming up

Michael, is trying to once again stop someone from getting to the mask.

Back into security beach

The afton ending.

Which room do we end up in the pizzeria

Not michael’s office.

We end up in a office, with the controls to set the building on fire.

Who would have that? Henry.

Where does glamrock freddy seem to realize hes dead? That office.

And you can still have the “glamrock freddy is making up his failures in a past life by helping gregory”

Because again

Where the FUCK was henry

Between the bite of 83

To the pizzeria simulator Also helped along with grim foxy getting more frantic the more keys you collect

He knows what will happen if you get that mask, he does not want that to happen

But he’s constricted to how the game works, he can’t actually stop you.

Again it explains why dreadbear is on the death screen, but grimm foxy is behind you, behind a gate.

He’s there, wether freddy’s tries to bury michael’a existence or not. He pops up anyway.

And again, the dreadbear and nightmare link.

They’re the only two animatronics with brain’s explicitly shown jn them

And this explains why

And explains nightmare’s entire existence

Golden nightmare is crying child /evan

Nightmare is cassidy

The vengeful spirit, who will make William’s life and death a nightmare.

These two would ALSO explain all of the fnar four refrences in curse of the dreadbear dlc!

Why the bite of 83 is brought up again

Why the house is on the hill. Why we bring it up again at all

Because while crying child is resting

The others involved are not.

Michael still feels guilt, still needs to fix it. He needs to make sure his family doesn’t hurt anyone else

And cassidy is still angry

A replication of william was created that he escaped into

And cassidy is pissed at that, he does not deserve to come back, it doesn’t matter if he always comes back, he will regret it and suffer more every time he does

She doesn’t care who gets in her way, so might as well help her.

You could probably use the creating dreadbear minigame, as a parralel to william experimenting on cassidy. As her dying and waking up again. Being stuffed into the suit personally.

Its 3000 words over the word limit oh my god

#fnaf #fnaf au #five nights at freddy’s #michael afton #patchwork #ceo michael #ceo henry #golden freddy michael #evan afton #grimm foxy #grimm foxy michael #fnaf theory

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Can I request a teen mc who is like YUJI from jujutsu kaisen as in they are the vessel of SUKUNA PLSS? Like maybe they can manifest SUKUNA in his curse form as another being as well like megumis dogs? (If you don’t know JJK can you just do a chaotic teen mc? ❤️)

WHEW THIS ALMOST DID NOT GET POSTED SINCE TUMBLR DELETED PARTS OF IT.

So let me tell you: I started reading the manga but have yet to watch the anime 😭 it’s really good though and I’m probably gonna start it this week, but I’m not sure if I’m 100% confident in writing Sukuna. BUT this request was too good to pass up, so if you don’t like it I will write the other scenario instead just let me know!

So for these headcanons, I made it to where MC is Sukuna’s vessel like Yuji, and that they can manifest him if needed. But, I still kept it to where he’s not exactly a good guy with MC’s best interest at heart. Reader is gender neutral and younger than the Bros, so the dynamic is more family instead of romance just a heads up! Hope you enjoy!

TW: Minor cursing, spoilers for Lesson 16 in Mammon’s, Beel’s, and Belphie’s part

The Brothers with Teen MC who’s Sukuna’s Vessel

Lucifer

Was very irritated with this revelation, but still curious

Still annoyed either way though

He already had to make sure that you stayed alive during your stay and not disappoint Diavolo, but now he had to make sure that you kept this curse at bay too!

#GiveLuciferABreak2021

He’s very skeptical of you: not only because of you being a young human but also being a human with essentially a demon inside of you

A very troublesome demon if not kept under control at all times

Honestly Sukuna was like an buzzing gnat who wouldn’t just go away, so Lucifer didn’t see him as a threat personally. More of a nuisance that could grow into a threat if remained unchecked

After you explained the whole situation, he still assigned Mammon to you, but he made sure to personally keep an eye on you too

Your presence was seen as a threat at first, but as time passed, he, along with his brothers knew you meant no harm, but the same couldn’t be said for this Sukuna

He wanted to have faith in you, but he couldn’t bring himself to fully believe it. After an incident at RAD with another demon attempting to attack you, your powers (or rather Sukuna’s) came out to play

He saw the markings, the extra eyes, the malice spread on your face, and he then realized just how serious this has become. You were able to gain control back, but the damage was already done. You were so distraught, sobbing before you, trying to apologize and swearing that you didn’t mean for this to happen, all the while Sukuna was laughing, morphing a mouth on your cheek

It was so bizarre to see, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity for you. You were such a kind person, always going out of the way to spend time and help wherever you could. You essentially became a part of the family, but he knew that you didn’t feel accepted because of him

After that, your “punishment” was to practice holding control over Sukuna with Lucifer, every day after school (which can just be seen as him checking in on you on a daily basis, and trying out different techniques to make sure repeats of this incident doesn’t happen again). Meaning that you trained on manifesting him at will, instead of him completely taking over

Not gonna lie he’s acting like a proud dad when he sees you making progress and Sukuna just sitting in your head tired of all this positivity lol

Lucifer cares for you, he’s accepted you fully even if you hadn’t for yourself. He wants to protect all of his family (including you), and he doesn’t want to think about what could happen if Sukuna becomes a danger to the Devildom or Diavolo...

Mammon

Is impressed but also low key nervous

Humans are not suppose to be like this, ya know!

He’s not the smartest demon in Hell, but he definitely knows that you can’t summon demons without a pact, and he knows your baby face doesn’t have one with the King of Curses

You had to break down the whole deal, and it made him even more confused and distressed

Was still acting annoyed being your designated babysitter, I mean seriously, just how annoying can you be?!

Just kidding! You guys are totally partners in crime in no time and you both make Lucifer get 2x the wrinkles now

“MC, let the Great Mammon show you how’s it done!”

“Mammon, you’re going to be the reason why we’ll be strung up again for the third time this week.”

“It’s going to be both of your idiots’ faults. Such a pathetic display.”

SHIT HE FORGOT YOU GOT A WHOLE CURSE INSIDE YOU

He HATES whenever Sukuna makes an appearance, whether you call on him or he makes his own special appearance. He’s like a gritty and more sadistic version of Lucifer, minus the style and uptight personality (and honestly the finesse too), which made him 10x the more aggravating

He honestly hates Sukuna in general. Here you are, his MC, one of the only people to stand up and defend him always, struggling to live a normal life because of him. It was bad enough that you got sent down here with no warning, but now you got sent with him, and from what Mammon could hear with the conversations between you two, he wasn’t exactly your BFF

Denies being excited about seeing you perform your cursed techniques, but only because it brings him out (and he guesses it’s a little cool that you know how to do it). But human, you don’t need that lame curse, you got the great demon himself to protect you!

On a darker note, you made Mammon swear to you that if Sukuna took over and you for some reason couldn’t gain back control, that he would protect himself and his brothers first before worrying about you. He hated this even coming up, you should be worrying about what’s the next scheme you guys could pull off, not some weird sharpie colored entity causing problems. But you were dead serious, and you made him promise that if the worst case scenario ever happened, he would make sure it’s taken care of

Mammon realized you were the missing piece to their family. It felt nice to have someone depend on him, to actually treat him with respect and care for him truly. He refused to accept Sukuna as a part of you (really he just acted like he didn’t exist, which he didn’t in his mind), and he refused to let him or anyone else harm you

You’re family now, and he wasn’t going to lose anyone else ever again

Leviathan

Oh look, another normie

Wow, you’re such a normie that you’re even talking to yourself through a manifested mouth on your palm-wait WHAT

You broke it down to him, and you just...stared at you, with a blank expression on his face. Until-

“OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE THE ANIME-“

How ironic lol

He practically had a fanboy overload moment whenever you showed off your cursed techniques to him after he begged asked you countless times

You guys remember that vine with the kid saying, “I have the power of God and anime on my side”? Recreate that while doing your moves and he’ll be in awe and dying laughing at the same time

Will post it to his Devilgram and DevilTube

His envy will start to show at first. How is it that someone boring like you get to have all these cool powers and have an actual king reside in you?? You’re living the Shonen dream and not even grateful for it!

But this reality for him would soon shatter after he saw Sukuna for himself, and the way that he behaved towards you. The way that the curse would just look at with disdain in his eyes just made Levi’s skin crawl. He was made well aware that you were in fact not living the anime dream he thought you were. The look in your eyes reminded him of how he would feel whenever he felt like a scummy otaku, and from that point forward he would find ways to cheer you up

You can plan on having anime marathons, game nights, even talking with Henry (I hc that he can talk and understand aquatic animals) when you get into these moods. Anything that helps him get out of his funks he’s hoping it helps you too. You don’t deserve this type of treatment from anyone, especially someone that even he can no doubt eliminate

You were honestly one of the coolest people that he knows, and one of the strongest too! Not just physically, but mentally too. He can’t imagine what could be going on in your head since Sukuna became a part of you, but he knows that you’re strong enough to overcome anything that he throws at you. And if you had moments where you faltered or doubted yourself, that’s okay! Levi would be right beside you the whole way, doing anything he can to keep pushing you forward

Be the teen anime hero that he’s know you can be MC! You wouldn’t be his Henry if he didn’t have any faith in you, you know?

Bonus: you don’t have to worry about your anime nights being ruined after one night when Sukuna somehow found a spoiler to an anime that Levi was really anticipating became a very visual warning for the curse. Levi convinced you to let him take over, and whatever was said resonated with him because you never heard a peep after that, both out loud and in your head

Satan

Oh he was BEYOND fascinated

We all know how much Satan loves to read and how smart he is, so while you look at your condition as a curse (no pun intended), he saw it as an opportunity

Could you feel this curse coursing through your body? Did you feel stronger? Could he see through your eyes all the time or only when you let him? He had so many questions it wasn’t even funny

Very understanding of your situation surprisingly (but still called you dumb for eating Sukuna’s finger)

Satan would be one of the only people you could really trust when dealing with Sukuna. Yes, you trusted all of the brothers, but if you were really in a bind you could count on Satan to come up with a solution quickly

The only issue was his anger. Everyone knows just how angry he can get, and to avoid him ASAP if you even think he’s getting frustrated. Sukuna knows this too, and will be more than happy to taunt him to truly bring out his wrath. While he does need you alive (for now), it wouldn’t hurt to have some type of fun around here. Plus, this could cause your bonds with these brothers to weaken, and the weaker the bond, the weaker the will to help you keep him at bay and defeat him

But Satan knew better, and you did your best in keeping Sukuna away. He may be the Avatar of Wrath but that didn’t mean he was stupid. However, he did have one slip up unfortunately

You see, he was just having a bad day and already got into a spat with Lucifer, and you sensed that he certainly needed his space. So while you slowly backtracked to your room and from his path, Sukuna decided to be the evil ass that he is, and proceed to provoke him. What finally made him snap was his comment that, “You would be a formidable opponent if you weren’t in your older brothers’ shadow, but oh well. Can’t help who you come from I see.”

It took Beel, Mammon, and Lucifer to properly restrain him from ripping Sukuna (really you) limb from limb, with him laughing manically and you scrambling back in fear. Which called for a very long, detailed family meeting (of course after Satan fully calmed down) that resulted in mediated meetings between you and him for the next month. You felt guilty, you should have done better containing him, but you couldn’t predict whenever he decided to pop up!

But after a long talk, Satan didn’t blame you. He blamed himself for losing to his anger and especially blamed Sukuna. He decided that it was time to get rid of this pest once and for all. Be ready MC, cause once he puts his mind to something, there’s no stopping him

Prepare for your bonding time to be deep into books and practicing new hexes and curses. But don’t worry, it’s not always boring and Satan makes sure that you’re having some type of fun. He’s really doing this to have some sort of protection for you: whether it’s against Sukuna or himself. He wants you to know something besides your cursed techniques just in case they fail for some reason

Will shockingly want you to manifest the curse, one main reason is to obviously collect information on him, the other reason is to test said hexes and curses on him

Can a curse be cursed? Let’s find out

You helped Satan with him realizing that anger isn’t the only emotion that you can feel, and with you being so young, he wanted you to experience life as much as you can. And while you had an extra...passenger with you, he will do his best to make sure that it doesn’t get in the way of you enjoying life. It was nice to see a joyous smile on your face

Also you guys did find a hex that made Sukuna meow for the whole day and it was the best thing to ever happen with him lmao

Asmodeus

Honestly wasn’t really bothered with it at first. If anything, he treated it like hot gossip when you told him in the beginning

One thing he will say though: humans can be so revolting at times. I mean you ate a rotten finger, a cursed, aged, sharp, disgusting- you get the point. He did cringe at that, but everything else was pretty normal besides that

Still talked about your daily gossip, painted nails, the works. But recently, Sukuna’s name has been coming up more and more in your recent convos. Asmo, being quite the messy curious demon, wanted to know more about this curse

He really treated Sukuna like he was just your show and tell act and would want you to bring it out to see how he really was. He was amused with your cursed techniques, but he wanted to see more!

He heard you both talking with one another, and he wanted to see him in person! He hasn’t done anything and you’re among the seven strongest in Hell, so what could go wrong?

So much. So much could go wrong

And so much went wrong

After you manifested him, it went downhill from there. The large amount of control you did show caught his attention, but then it moved to the King of Curses himself. He was very delighted to see him up close for more than a couple of seconds, and took his time admiring his physique up close. It was fun for him, but not for you. Sukuna could feel your will slipping since your focus was being divided dealing with Asmo, so he took this as his time to shine

You had an exhausting day, and you were tired, which he used to his advantage. Asmo started to complain when Sukuna suddenly disappeared, but didn’t have a chance to voice it as your arm suddenly gripped the front of his shirt. He felt himself jolt, feeling his heart pumping. He looked into your eyes and realized that this wasn’t you, this was now Sukuna. The black markings that lined your face along with the new eye color (and the extra pair of eyes) came with a grin that stretched across your face

“What’s the matter? You were so eager to be in my presence, is it not to your liking now that the tables have turned? You claim to be one of the strongest, yet I would be able to kill you just being in this form-Ah, the brat is trying to come back, what a shame. Do me a favor, little Asmodeus, don’t insult me like this again. I am a King, and you will remember that. I might have to pay you another visit and take your heart with me next time to make sure you’re aware of that.”

He didn’t give Asmo time to answer, as his grip loosened and you were back. He saw you stumbling, shook out of his own thoughts and reached to catch you. He knew that this curse was an issue, but he didn’t understand just how serious this was, how serious it had gotten so quickly. The thought of Sukuna didn’t scare him, but the promise of him coming back just for him caused some worry. He wasn’t the weakest, but he didn’t want to hurt you! As much as he couldn’t stand his new found scorn of Sukuna, it wasn’t enough for him to take the chance of injuring you

You didn’t strike fear in him, rather the opposite. To see someone he has grown to care about be the one to try and bring his demise was...saddening. He could just feel his heart breaking at the notion. And if this experience taught him one thing is to be more understanding of what you’re going through

You remembered bits and pieces of the incident, and whenever you asked Asmo about it, he would divulge a tad in what happened, but wouldn’t go into too much detail. He didn’t want you blaming yourself, and he didn’t want you to distance yourself from him either. You already proven yourself of formindable you are ever since you gotten down here, and Asmo wasn’t going to let some jealous wannabe demon get in the way of that!

So no more talk of the thing, and whenever it did want to make an unsuspecting visit, Asmo would be ready. The thing was immune to most curses, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be charmed to some extent, right?

Has covered the eye slits up with makeup and other beauty products every morning, becomes both of your favorite bonding activity. Anything to erase any evidence of it existing and to hear your giggles brightens his day everytime!

Beelzebub

Is very sympathetic of your ordeal

Has mad respect for you eating that finger though, even he doesn’t think that he would eat that

Maybe with some sauces and some Hellroast he might

Is another brother that tries to keep an eye on you. If this Sukuna really is as dangerous as you make him out to be, then he would make sure to be prepared if things went south

Beel’s motto: stay ready you ain’t gotta get ready

Will want you to practice your moves with him. Beel’s pretty powerful, and on muscles alone is one of the strongest brothers. He wants to make sure that you can recognize your full potential, and to always do your best. Expect to be in the gym or the HoL’s backyard working out and training majority of the week

Is thoroughly impressed with your cursed techniques

Beel doesn’t understand that while yes, you have a whole curse residing in you, doesn’t make you less of a human. He forgets that you still have some limitations, and you have to remind him at least twice a week. You gotten more powerful yes, but you still weren’t at Beel’s level

“You can do it MC! Don’t give up!”

“Beel this is over 500 pounds...are you forgetting that I’m still HUMAN-”

But you can never stay mad at him, he’s just too sweet and he means well. He genuinely wants you safe and prepared if anything happens with Sukuna, and if getting you buffed up makes him feel somewhat at ease, then you’ll deal with it

Shares his food with you sometimes. He makes sure that you eat properly too, so no skipping out on meals!

Great listener! Whether you’re complaining about class, talking about a new restaurant you’re interested in (he’s definitely tuned in), or venting about Sukuna, he’s all ears. Even gives you advice if you ask for it or if you really need it

Has encountered Sukuna while he took over your body once, and let me tell you, he was not happy at all

Beel is one of the brothers that are in touch with his emotions; he doesn’t really fly off the handle into a rage unless someone has done something to his family or if he’s being denied food. But now that you’re family and vulnerable not only to other demons but to this curse inhabiting your body, he wasn’t taking any chances

He made sure to be very clear when talking with Sukuna. He wouldn’t stand for anything happening to you, and he made sure that the curse would wish he stayed scattered if that boundary was crossed

Beel is a very protective big brother that’s constantly looking out for you all the time. Even if you feel like that you need to bare this burden on your own, he makes sure that you never feel alone.

He already lost Lilith, and he doesn’t want to lose you too. He won’t mess up this time

Belphegor

See, he knew that there was something wrong with humans, and you were living proof of that

How can you trust humans not knowing if they have another creature living within them?!

Whatever, he’s too sleepy to even care about it

And you weren’t one of the worst so...he guesses that you’re tolerable, but don’t push it!

In the beginning, he thought it was easy to manipulate you, but he could just sense that something wasn’t right with you (and no, it wasn’t because you were just human). He would hear you talking aloud to yourself, except that you were...responding to yourself too?

He thought you finally cracked up lmao

He brought it up as a joke once, but the way you reacted was tense and...ashamed? Oh, he just hit a gold mine. This could make things much more interesting. You shared a little bit of your story with this so called “King of Curses”, but he was smart enough to make a plan off of the information. Maybe he could take advantage of Sukuna like he is of you. Kill two birds with one stone

Well his plan backfired swiftly. After he was freed from the attic and went straight in for the kill, things went array. His hands were wrapped around your neck, he could-should see the life leaving your eyes, but instead he was met with Sukuna’s gaze. Belphie thought he planned this right, he made sure that he didn’t give you enough time to manifest him or to use your curse techniques, so how was this-

“You think I don’t recognize the look of bloodlust, you spoiled child? You were foolish enough to believe that you could get rid of me this easily like the brat?!”, and he was sent flying across the room. How was this happening, this wasn’t suppose to happen!-

“As much as I would like to see them die, they’re useful to me for the time being. Once they are of no use anymore, the only one who will be relishing in their demise is me. They’ll be dying by my hand, not by some weakened child.”

Those words still resonated with him still to this day. Honestly, the whole incident did. No matter how many times he tried to convince himself that you forgiven him and want to build a real bond together, his mind refused to erase that horrid memory, and he deserved it. When Belphie remembers back to that day, he remembers the horrified and heart breaking looks on his brothers’ faces, the way that your eyes show how betrayed and petrified, and how you were gasping out begging him to stop, before he comes out and puts everyone in danger

He felt disgusting, guilty, mortified, regretful, a disappointment. Those feelings only escalated after having them explain the truth to him, both about yourself and being a descendent of his dead sister. He could see how much you touched his family, and you extended that kindness to him too, and he just exploited it

He stayed far away from you for a very long time. He didn’t try to approach you at all, only staying in the planetarium or even the attic, to avoid crossing paths with you. He didn’t deserve to make a connection with you like his older brothers, as much as he wanted to. He was remorseful, it wasn’t because of the whole Lilith revelation, but because you really didn’t deserve that happening to you

You made the first move to make amends, to have a fresh start, and he couldn’t have been more grateful, albeit nervous. He was so terrified of messing things up again, but you were there to help keep him grounded. “I won’t lie to say that what you did was okay, but I’m willing to move on from it. You aren’t completely forgiven, but we can work towards fixing things, together.”

Belphie was shaken by Sukuna’s words, but he wasn’t necessarily scared of him. In fact, he would personally find a way to cast him out of your body and destroy him permanently as the perfect apology and thank you gift; the thank you for reuniting him with his family, and for helping them develop healthy relationships with one another. They weren’t as separate as before, and it made him feel so warm every time he thought about it

Not that he would ever say that to anyone

You both spent time together either napping or plotting for future LYS (Lucifer You Suck) pranks. And since Belphie is pretty good with magic himself, he would be teaching you some new spells or curses that you could use to protect yourself, even against the curse inside you

Belphie will make sure to not make another huge mistake when it comes to you ever again. He’ll have his little slip ups, but you were never put into harms way because of them. He doesn’t want to sabatoge this bond, and he wants you to truly be happy spending time with him. He’s not the greatest role model (obviously) and may be tight lipped about how he feels most of the time, but he really does have your best interests at heart

#obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me headcanons #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me #satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me swd #obey me satan x reader #jjk

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Hi how you doing? Uhhh, it's the bitch with a stutter again....... Could you do a thing of where y/n forces the boys to go spend the night in a supposedly haunted house with them. I love spooky places I don't know why I just think it'd be funny to see how they would react. Thank you 💛

This one was a lot of fun to write so we hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Just foul language.

Fright Night

You’re obsessed with everything horror.

From horror movies to haunted theme parks to real haunted houses.

Now that it’s officially spooky season, you’ve been dying to explore a legitimate abandoned haunted house.

Only Problem is.. You’re not brave enough to go completely alone.

You knew out of all four of the Bower’s Gang, Victor was the one to ask to go with you since he’s into the paranormal stuff.

It’s the night of your haunted house endevor and Vic mentions to the guys hes not going to be around to chill for the night.

“Why the fuck not?” Henry asks annoyed

“I’m going to spend the night in a haunted house with Y/N”

Vic could tell by the look on Patrick’s face that he was about to make a sexual comment.

“No Patrick...this isn’t going to get sexual.”

Patrick smirks “It might get sexual because I’m coming with.”

“Well if this fuckin’ idiot is going, then I’m going too.” Henry says semi unamused.

Belch doesn’t even have a say. He’s the designated driver.. The only one with a car so he's automatically in.

The 5 of you enter in the old, andonded house.

Patrick slams the door shut, resulting in the old, rusted door handle to fall off.

“Well… we’re all stuck in here now.” Patrick laughs with amusement.

You begin to panic as you realize you’re actually really locked in now.

“How the fuck did you break the handle?! Now we really can’t leave!”

What’s wrong, princess, didn't you want this?” Henry spat.

“VIC WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” You yell frantically.

Belch laughs at your outburst, “Stop complaining. It’s too late now”

“At least we have shit to entertain ourselves with.” Patrick laughs carefree as he whips out an Oujia board and candles.

You stare at him in shock, “where the hell did that come from?!”

“Yeah dude, where did that come from? It wasn’t in the car with us” Henry chuckles looking entertained.

Patrick’s slow creepy smirk spreads across his face. “Magic… I have a lot of hidden crevices, don’t judge me. I’m built different.” Patrick fake pouts but still smirks at everyone.

Belch makes a face of disgust “I’m not touching that after it’s been in your crevices.”

He then proceeds to wipe the board down with hand sanitizer.

Vic shakes his head no. “Nope. Not-uh, I dont fuck with that shit. I’ve seen too many movies to know not to touch that board.”

You also shook your head no. “Yeah, no- I’m with Vic on this one, absolutely fucking not.”

Patrick grabs yours and Victor's hands and slams down on the board. “Now you’ve touched it. Now you have to play.”

For someone who wasn’t very interested in coming earlier, Henry looks really entertained.

You all sit in a circle as Belch lights the candles.

(candles also came from Patrick’s crevices)

You smile nervously. It’s one thing to watch this stuff in movies but it’s another thing to be participating in it- while actually IN a real haunted house.

“Now remember pussies, you always have to say goodbye before ending a conversation.” Henry says in a low, yet serious voice

Patrick lets out a very creepy laugh, “Yeah. We wouldn’t want anything following us out of this place.”

Vic gives you a soft smile, feeling bad about this situation. You wanted to spend the night and see if you’d capture any orbs in photos or hear a door squeak open, but weren't looking to communicate with the dead!

Patrick speaks up first, sporting a devilish smirk like he’s up to no good. “I’ll ask the first question. Patrick licks his lips. “Assuming this is a dude I’m talking to… are you cut or uncut.”

“Oh my God, Patrick! You can’t ask that!” You scream.

Vic lets out a sigh “Uh..How did you die..?”

Belch looks at around..”Is it my turn now?” He thinks for a second before speaking up “Are you going to try and kill us?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “Ask something interesting you pussies! Hey Bitch!” Henry shouts, yelling at the spirits. “Show yourself!”

“Henry!” You gasp, trying to cover his mouth. “Ghost...ghosts… I am SO sorry. Please don’t haunt us. I’m good, he’s the asshole here.” You say quickly and frantically.

Patrick laughs at you teasingly, “Aww come on. Y/N are you scared?” He lips his lips getting off on your scared behavior.

Blech closes the board and blows out the candles

“Hey! I told you you had to say goodbye you asshole. Have some respect” (coming from Henry).

“Let’s just try to get some rest now.” You suggest in a shaky voice, jumping and flinching at every little noise, making the guys laugh.

You spread out the sleeping bags and place them closely together. You didn’t want to be to on top of them, you hardly knew them to be honest other than Vic. But you were really freaked out and needed to be close to them all- and preferably in the middle.

Belch is on your far left with Vic next to him, you in the middle, Henry on your other side and Patrick on the far right.

You slept close to Vic but when he turned to sleep on his side, you attempted to get closer to Henry instead.

Henry glared at you and shoved you off of him, chuckling to himself when he heard you whimper.

Henry lifted his head to see if the other guys were awake. When he realized no one was awake to see, he sighs and puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“Don’t fuckin’ get use to this and don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” He says in a quiet voice.

You felt a presence standing above you causing you to wake up.

When you opened your eyes you saw a white shadow standing over you.

You let out a scream and jolted up, grabbing all your stuff and literally went out the window.

The guys woke up, shrugged and laughed it off. They slowly pack up and leave the house but in such a carefree manner, unlike you.

#headcanons #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #imagines #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #victor criss x reader #belch huggins #preferences #horor movies #it fandom #it movie #it 2017 #haunted house #bowers gang headcanons #bowers gang

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Love Has a Learning Curve: Part III (x reader)

Summary: Spencer has to face Anita and Sam— and learns a little about reader’s past. Reader and Spencer babysit for Michael and Henry. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, a tiny smidge of hurt/comfort

Warnings/Includes: implied smut, drinking/alcohol, vague mentions of previous emotional/mental abuse (Owen)

Word count: 4.2k

a/n: This picks up right after the end of the tmsidk epilogue! I also worked two requests in here.

Series Masterlist

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Spencer stacked the last of the tiny chairs in the center of the room, stepping back and dusting his palms on his trousers. He looked over to see Y/N playing a sort of container tetris with the bins of supplies in her closet. He smiled a little to himself, his head still in the metaphorical clouds with her confession of love. 

She maneuvered the bins to her satisfaction and shut the closet doors, pushing against them to squeeze everything in until the latch clicked. She turned to see him watching her and wiped imaginary sweat from her brow. She gave him a wink and a grin, and he was falling all over again. 

She perched on the corner of her desk with a tired sigh, and he made his way across the room to her. She reached for him as soon as he was within arms length, wrapping her arms around his middle. She snuggled into his chest, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s go to dinner to celebrate.”

She laughed and looked up at him. “Celebrate what?”

He shrugged. “You. Summer.” He brought his arms around her shoulders. “Love.”

She smiled and scrunched her nose at him. “You just want me to say it again.”

His lips twitched. “Maybe.”

Her hands came to rest on his hips, her fingers squeezing lightly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he answered immediately and rather dreamily. 

“Yo, Y/L/N!” 

The call of her name from the hallway startled them both. Anita began to step over the threshold, continuing, “You ready to get absolutely crunk tonight or— oh.” She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes tracking Spencer’s frame. “Dr. Reid.”

Spencer stepped back from Y/N, smiling a little awkwardly at the formality and giving a wave. “Mrs. Lopez. It’s, um— it’s nice to see you again.”

Anita hummed noncommittally, and Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets. She turned her attention back to Y/N. “So, are we going out or what?”

Y/N groaned. “Anita, I’m exhausted. Can we keep it low key? Oh!” Her eyes lit up with an idea, and Spencer could already see where this was going. “Spence and I were gonna get dinner to celebrate, um— summer. Call Sam; we’ll all just go together.”

Anita spared a glance in Spencer’s direction before sighing heavily. “Fine. But I’m drinking.” With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared back into the hallway.

Y/N chuckled. “I swear she’s not actually an alcoholic.” Her eyes landed on Spencer’s face, and she smiled gently. “I know you weren’t expecting a Meet the Friends night, but it’ll be fun.”

“She hates me,” Spencer surmised.

“She does not hate you.” Y/N stood from the desk, pressed a reassuring peck to his lips. “She’s just… protective. That’s all.”

…

Y/N was entirely wrong. Anita Lopez hated him. That was the only explanation for her absolutely icy demeanor. 

They’d met up with her and Sam at a Mexican restaurant in Tenleytown. Sam was wonderfully kind and funny, even apologizing for having “flipped him the bird” the last time she saw him. And it was a good thing Sam was being friendly, because Anita was decidedly… less so. 

Spencer understood completely of course. He’d broken Y/N’s heart. Penelope had been ready to hunt her down at the mere thought of him being hurt. As Y/N’s best friend, Anita had every right to be wary of him. She had every right to hate him. He’d just... hoped that she wouldn’t. 

Thankfully, Y/N and Sam were more than happy to carry the conversation— he and Anita chiming in here and there. He learned that Sam worked as an attorney at a firm specializing in family law. She and Anita had two kids, Riley and Sidney— one in 2nd grade and the other in preschool. 

“Y/N is still Riley’s favorite teacher ever,” Sam told him. “I mean, it helps when she’s also your aunt, I guess.”

“He didn’t get any special treatment,” Y/N insisted. At Sam’s raised eyebrow, she laughed. “Okay, maybe a little special treatment. But you raised a good kid! And I can’t help it that he was the most trustworthy of the bunch.”

“Oh my god, the field trip,” Sam groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. 

“The field trip!” Y/N turned to Spencer. “My group of kiddos from two years ago— they were kind of a tough group.”

“Kind of?” Anita squeaked. “Let me just tell you, I can hear them through the floor. The entire middle school is literally dreading the day they make it upstairs.”

Sam piped in, “I chaperoned on said field trip to the zoo. And I vowed that I will never, ever go on another field trip. Ever.”

“What happened?” Spencer asked incredulously. 

“So many things,” Sam baited. 

Y/N covered her mouth to stifle a cackle, leaning a bit into Spencer’s shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile, looking around at the three women. Even Anita was chuckling, and she’d barely cracked a smile all evening. 

“Okay, so many things happened,” Y/N started, “but the worst was—”

“The poop!” Sam wheezed. “The poop was the worst part of that day. The smell alone, oh my god.”

Y/N composed herself as best she could, gesturing over the table. “So after this nightmare of a day, we get on the bus, and there’s this— smell.”

“The absolute worst smell you’ve ever smelled, Spencer,” Sam assured. 

“It’s awful. It’s so bad,” Y/N agreed. “And I’m literally going seat to seat, checking to make sure no one has shit themselves.”

“You could not pay me enough,” Anita chimed in. 

“And I get to the seat that is very clearly where the smell is coming from. And I can’t, like— hold my nose, right? I don’t want to embarrass him!” Y/N turned to Spencer with flushed cheeks. “So I ask, ‘Sweetheart, did you have a bathroom accident?’”

Spencer let out a nervous laugh. “Oh no.” 

“But oh, it wasn’t a bathroom accident,” Y/N clarified, waving her hand. “No, no— that would be too easy. This child had somehow managed to obtain copious amounts of poop from one of the zoo animals and packed it into his lunchbox to take home.”

Spencer could feel his jaw drop. “Oh my god.”

“So, he unzips his lunchbox and it’s just— overflowing with shit.” Y/N dropped her head into her hands, overcome with giggles. 

“And don’t forget the worst part: his mom was on the field trip!” Sam lamented, throwing her hands up. “I will never understand.”

Y/N lifted her head with an exasperated grin, and he wasn’t sure if it was the story or the fact that she loved him, but Spencer felt like he could float away into outer space. 

“I told you I had a lot of poop stories,” Y/N reminded him, drawing another round of laughs. As they composed themselves, the waiter came by their table to clear some of their plates and refill their water.

“God, I said we were keeping it low key, and then I drank half a pitcher,” Y/N complained, pushing back from the table. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” 

She gave Spencer a reassuring smile, and he tried not to panic as she stood and left him with Sam and Anita. And because the universe was toying with him, at that exact moment, Sam’s phone began to ring. She pulled it from her pocket with a sigh. 

“Shit— I’ve been waiting on this call all day.” She kissed Anita’s cheek and stood from the table. “So sorry; I’ll just be five minutes, I promise.”

With that, it was just the two of them, staring intently at their water glasses. Spencer was certain he should say something, but he wasn’t sure what. Anita broke the silence first. 

“You know what’s annoying?”

Spencer wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “Considering that the issues one might classify as an annoyance vary for each individual person, there are over seven billion potential answers to that question.”

Anita tilted her head with an unimpressed purse of her lips. Spencer hedged, “And I understand now that it was probably rhetorical.”

“I actually kind of like you.” She leaned across the table with an irritated sigh. “I wanted to hate you, but I don’t.”

He cleared his throat. “Well, I’m, um— I’m glad to hear that.”

“You’re good for her. Smart, humble, kind. Enamored with her, as you should be,” she deadpanned. She dropped her chin into her hand. “Almost as hot as she is.”

He laughed a little at that. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” She dropped her hand back to the table. She still didn’t crack a smile, and her gaze bore into him. “I don’t know how much you know about Owen, and she’d probably kill me for saying anything. But he was a real piece of shit.”

This was not the direction he thought this conversation would take. He didn’t know anything about Owen; he’d tried not to think too much about anyone Y/N might have been with before him. 

“It didn’t start out that way.” She drew her brows together. “Well, I don’t know— maybe he was always an asshole, and he was just good at hiding it.”

She shook her head and leaned back in her chair. “The point is, I didn’t know he was treating her like garbage until it was too late. He was already all…” She gestured wildly around her head. “In her head, telling her lies about herself, fucking her up, isolating her. For years he did that. And then it took her years to get him out of her head. To— unlearn all the lies. To build herself back up.” 

He could see her grinding her teeth, trying to calm down. He was intensely grateful to not be on the receiving end of Anita’s wrath. He was also immensely glad that Y/N had a friend like that. And his blood absolutely boiled at the thought of her ever feeling anything less than adored. 

“You’re a fed or whatever, so I shouldn’t be telling you this,” she continued, “but I would love nothing more than to put that fucker six feet under.” She ran her hand through her hair, and when she continued her voice was the quietest he’d ever heard it. “All that to say, I… I wasn’t there for her when Owen was destroying her from the inside out. And I will never let that happen again.” 

Anita locked eyes with him and her voice was resolved. “I like you, Spencer. And I want to keep it that way. So, just— don’t give me a reason not to.”

She didn’t drop her gaze, and he couldn’t quite think of the appropriate response. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again. His brain was still fixated on the idea that anyone had ever hurt the loveliest and kindest woman he’d ever met.

“Where’s Sam?” Spencer turned just as Y/N slid back into the chair beside him, a comforting hand coming to rest on his knee. 

“Some bullshit from the office that her idiot partner can’t handle.” Anita raised her eyebrows at Spencer, and he nodded minutely. She shifted her gaze back to Y/N with a grin. “Don’t worry. I didn’t scare him too much.”

…

“Easy.” Spencer steadied Y/N with a hand on her waist as they made the way up the stairs to his apartment. 

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. I just— really can’t drink like I used to.” She clutched a little at the railing, and he held his breath until they were at the top of the stairs. 

He slipped an arm back around her waist as they crossed to his apartment door, fumbling with his keys and fighting back a shiver as she snuggled close and ran her hand low over his tummy. 

“Can’t believe I’m tipsy from a couple margaritas.”

“To be fair, you had four,” he chuckled, turning the key and pushing open the door. 

“Okay, okay,” she relented. “But I used to be able to have a whole pitcher and be totally fine.”

“A pitcher?” Spencer laughed as he locked the door and turned to face her. “I can’t even have one without being completely incapacitated.”

She ran her hands up from his waistband, over his chest, and wrapped them around his neck. “Mmm, so you’re a lightweight.”

“Very much so,” he confirmed, bringing his hands to her hips. 

“Just one more sweet thing to love about you, sugar.” 

He couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across his face at the endearment, the way that North Carolina dripped syrupy and thick over every syllable. She pulled him down to meet her in a sweet kiss, quickly deepening it as he dug his fingers into the softness of her hips. Her hands wound into his hair, tugging lightly and holding him close. 

He broke away to rest his forehead against hers and catch his breath. She laced their fingers together and leaned on him while she kicked off her shoes. He toed his own off and then allowed her to lead him toward his bedroom. 

She sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his lap, bringing her hands up to tangle in his curls once again. 

Before she could lean in for another kiss, he murmured, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Sounds dangerous,” she teased, ghosting her lips over his.

“Ha, ha.” Part of him wanted to bring up Owen, but she was so happy and warm and comfortable in this moment. He didn’t want to ruin this night of celebration. He didn’t want to ruin this day that had been so full of love. They had plenty of time to discuss Owen. 

He wrapped his arms around her middle. “You’ve met Penelope. I’ve met Anita. Now that the school year is over… we could tell Michael.”

She pulled back, and the smile she gave him could only be described as radiant, and he knew he made the right decision. “He’s gonna lose his mind.”

…

A week later, the pair of them were strolling up the sidewalk to the LaMontagne house. Will and JJ were long overdue for a date night, and Spencer had jumped at the opportunity for the two of them to babysit. When they reached the door, Spencer rang the bell and Y/N waited slightly behind him. 

They could hear the joy from behind the door before it even opened, Michael’s high pitched giggle and Will’s booming laugh. Spencer was already leaning down in preparation, and Michael absolutely launched into his arms as soon as the door swung open. Spencer clocked the moment that Michael spotted her, purely because he practically squealed and squirmed right out of Spencer’s grip. 

“I knew it!” Michael cried. 

He wrapped himself around Y/N’s legs and squeezed tightly, and she rubbed a hand over his hair with a bewildered smile. Michael broke away to turn back to Will with a grin. “I told you.”

“You did, buddy.” Will gave Spencer a lopsided smile as Michael tugged Y/N forward by the hand. “Michael had an… inklin’ that uncle Spencer might be friends with Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Not friends, Daddy,” Michael said exasperatedly. “He’s her boyfriend.”

“Oh, excuse me, sorry.” Will held his hands up in apology as he stepped aside to let them all in the door. “Michael had a feelin’ that uncle Spencer might be Ms. Y/L/N’s boyfriend.”

Y/N’s cheeks had turned a very pretty shade of pink. “What— um, what made you think that?” 

Michael waited patiently for her to take off her shoes. “Well firstly, he started picking me up all the time, which was nice but weird. And then he wouldn’t stop asking about you. It was kind of annoying.” Spencer made a choking sound, and Will stifled a laugh. 

“You guys wear the same shoes, and you both love Halloween and tea and reading. I knew you’d like him if he could be a guest reader.” As he led her into the living room, Michael continued, “Oh, and you wore his purple scarf. He doesn’t let anyone wear the purple scarf.”

Spencer vividly remembered that morning— she’d slept over after a midweek date night in April. The temperatures in DC had plummeted overnight, and the outfit she’d brought left her woefully under-dressed for the chilly spring day. He’d wrapped her up in the soft, purple scarf without a second thought. 

She caught his eye with a shrug, and Will tried not to look too smug. Spencer watched her be dragged further into the house, turning to Will with a sheepish smile.

“Well, guess I can’t take all the credit,” Will decided. “Who knew we had a mini matchmaker this whole time?”

Spencer huffed out a laugh as Michael pulled Y/N into the playroom. “This is the best,” Michael sighed. “Now we can play restaurant forever.”

…

Spencer pulled his legs up in the tiny chair, resting his elbows on his knees and taking a moment to watch the scene in front of him unfold. Usually on nights like this, Michael ran him ragged with demands for magic tricks, story time, and playing pretend. Tonight, he’d actually been able to catch up with middle school (middle school!) Henry, because Michael was totally and completely enthralled by Y/N. 

She was helping with the last of the setup for the “restaurant,” organizing Michael’s menus and straightening his clip-on tie. Of course he’d seen her with kids before. But something about being in this playroom— one that he’d spent so many hours in, watching two of his favorite kids grow up— had him feeling warm from head to toe. 

Henry had bounded down the stairs at the news that uncle Spencer was dating his former kindergarten teacher. He hadn’t realized that she’d taught Henry, too, although with the timeline of her teaching career he should have put two and two together. The generally reserved middle schooler had positively beamed when she gasped out, “Gosh, I always forget how tall you’ve gotten!”

And now three of his absolute favorite humans were in one room, and he couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Hen!” Michael called. 

Henry turned from his spot in the chair across from Spencer. “What?”

“You’re the chef,” Michael informed him. 

Y/N tilted her head. “I thought I was the chef?”

“No, no, no.” Michael pushed her toward the kid-sized table. “You and uncle Spencer are on a fancy date.”

Henry rolled his eyes playfully and stood from the chair, pulling it out for her like a perfect gentleman. She beamed at him and gave him a wink. “Thank you, sir.”

She dropped lightly into the chair across from Spencer and laughed a little at his folded limbs. “You look very comfortable.” 

He laughed and stretched his legs out straight. “The picture of comfort, really. These chairs were clearly designed with six foot men in mind.”

“I’m sorry I’m so under-dressed for our fancy dinner date,” she teased, dropping her chin into her hand. 

“You look stunning, as always.” He gestured to the messy braid Michael had folded her hair into. “I especially love what you’re doing with your hair.”

She sucked in a dramatic breath, bringing up her hand to pat lightly at her hair. “You’re making me blush, doctor.” She peeked behind her and then lowered her voice. “I’m probably going to cry when I try to brush the rats out.” 

He looked at her sympathetically. “I know the feeling. I think I’ve got a wide tooth comb, and I can help. I’ve gotten pretty good at detangling Michael’s handiwork.”

Before she could respond, Michael made his way to the table, holding a dish towel over his arm. “Good evening, sir, madam.” 

“Good evening,” they chorused, with barely suppressed grins. 

“Compliments of the chef.” Michael held out his hand to reveal two slightly smushed strawberries.

“Oh, wow,” Y/N said, eyes wide and gesturing to Spencer. “Honey, do you want to—”

Spencer waved his hand, eyeing the berries warily. “No, no, please, help yourself.”

Y/N held back a smile and accepted the strawberries, holding them carefully in her hand and turning her attention back to Michael. “Thank you so much. What a wonderful appetizer. Could we hear the specials?”

That helped Michael remember the menus, and he pulled them from his pocket and cleared his throat. He handed them the construction paper menus. “Our specials tonight are roasted octopus and a steak tartar.”

From the kitchen, Henry mumbled, “Tartare.” 

“Tartare. Steak tartare is our special,” Michael corrected. 

“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m that adventurous. Maybe my boyfriend is though,” Y/N told a grinning Michael. “What do you recommend for a picky eater?”

“My favorite is the chicken nuggets.”

“Well then, sign me up. One order of chicken nuggets.” Y/N handed him the menu. 

Spencer was still perusing the menu for Le Chateau LaMontagne. He smiled at Michael’s handwriting, but particularly at the places where he could tell Y/N had helped. “Everything looks delicious,” he finally decided, “but, you know... I think I’m also going to have the nuggets.”

…

When the boys were finally in bed, Spencer and Y/N settled down in the living room to untangle the mess of her hair. She sat on the floor in between his legs as he gently pulled each braid strand free. He smiled at the way she arched up into his touch, shivering when his fingers brushed over her neck. 

“You’re lucky,” he remarked, laying the last braid strand back into its original place. “Michael seems to have gotten a little better at braiding.”

She leaned her head back into his hands. “You detangled the whole thing?”

“Mmhm.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. She brought her hands up to hold him against her, trying to deepen the kiss before laughing at the awkward angle and giving up. 

He sat up as she stood and moved to the couch, snuggling up close to him and tucking herself under his arm. “I’m very lucky,” she agreed. “For many reasons.”

Her hand drifted to rest on his tummy, her fingers immediately tracing little shapes over the fabric of his shirt. He pressed a kiss into her hair. “And tired, too.”

“Hmm?” 

He leaned his cheek against her head. “When you get tired, you, um— you start drawing on my stomach.” 

Her finger paused. “Do I?”

“Yeah.” She shifted to raise her head to look at him, and he shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’ve just— noticed.”

She smiled a little sleepily. “You know I love all of you. But I— well, I don’t know, really. I just like your tummy.” She gave it a quick squeeze. “It’s just— nice and comfy and perfect for resting on.” 

He covered her hand with his own and leaned forward to press their mouths together. She drew his bottom lip in between her own, sucking a little and then giving it a quick peck before pulling back and stifling a yawn into his chest. “Man, I am tired.” She snuggled back into him and resumed her tummy tracing. “What, um— what else have you noticed?”

He rubbed his hand down her arm and pulled her impossibly closer. “You like to play with my hair.”

“Mmmm, guilty as charged.”

He smiled at the sleep creeping into her voice. “I like it, too.” He ran his fingers up to her shoulder, and then back down to the crook of her arm, soothing her closer to sleep. “Hmmmm. You always have at least one point of contact on my body at all times. It’s usually your hands, but sometimes it’s your head or even your toes— like when you tuck them under my leg.”

“Ugh— I’m sorry. Clingy and putting my feet on you,” she mumbled.

She might have been joking, but Anita’s words were replaying in his head. He couldn’t change what had happened in the past. He couldn’t go back and prevent her from being hurt by someone else. But he could be different in every way. He could be open and honest and vulnerable with her like he’d promised. 

“I’m not sorry. I love all of you,” he murmured, pulling her in closer and repeating her words back to her. 

“Even my feet?” 

He could also show her that there was absolutely nothing that he didn’t love about her. “Especially your feet.”

She huffed a sigh into his chest. “Y’got a foot thing I don’t know about?”

He laughed a little at that. “Only for yours. They’re very cute feet.”

“You’re weird,” she muttered, but she hugged him tighter when she said it.

“You love it.”

Her fingers on his tummy had come to rest comfortably just above his waistband, and he knew she was on the very edge of sleep. “Mmhm. Love you.”

He thought of all the little moments over the past few months.

Doesn’t live up to expectations? Sorry for overstepping. Are we dating? Sorry for being clingy. Sorry for taking so long to tell you. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

“I love you, too,” he murmured. “So much.”

———

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I’ve never done something like this before but I wanted to just to try my hand at it! So, my friends and I play this game where if someone says or does something really stupid or really funny, you can “copy” what they say and anytime someone tells you to “paste”, you have to do or say the thing no matter what you’re doing! We’ve gotten some pretty good things so I wanted to make little headcanon thingies for the brothers! I’m sorry this is a real big blurb thing but oh whale. Side notes; I have indeed been copied on all of these, and I’m doing this on mobile so if formatting is weird I’m sorry!

The Brothers playing “Copy, Paste”

T/W: not sure? Mild NSFW I think, mild swearing, some people don’t like it but MCYT is mentioned

Lucifer

You and Lucifer were sitting in his study, you were scrolling through Devilgram and he was doing paperwork as usual

You had just seen a wonderful meme and just had to read it to him, you had completely forgotten you had explained the rules of Copy, Paste just a few days before

“Hey Lucifer!”

“You can’t spell subtext without buttsex.”

Oh was that a mistake...

A smirk spread across his face, he set down his pen and stared at you for a moment before that dreaded word came from him. “Copy.”

Of course he would paste you one delightful evening when you were both having tea with Diavolo and Barbatos.

Tea totally came out of Diavolo’s nose when you said it

Mammon

Mammon barged into your room one day as always and the first words out of his mouth were “MC, I’m bored! Ya got any plans?”

You weren’t really doing anything so you decided to hang out with your first man

You were on your way to Majolish when he said something incredible

It would’ve been a somewhat normal sentence if he hadn’t decided to add those three words.

His D.D.D. had been going off the whole time in his back pocket and he wasn’t happy with it.

“Damn it! Knock it off, will ya? Just all buzz buzz buzz buzz. In my butt.”

The sound that left you was one of a dying cat. “Copy. Copy copy copy!”

“NO!”

You pasted him at dinner that same day, the reactions were amazing.

Leviathan

You had offhandedly mentioned to Levi that right now, Minecraft YouTubers were crazy popular in the human world so naturally he became Dream’s biggest fan

What you weren’t expecting was for him to learn. Every. Single. TommyInnit. Quote.

One day he had just watched a SleepyBoisInc compilation and he thought it was just so funny.

You had already made plans with him for that day to play Minecraft together because boy is he obsessed

It was around thirty minutes into the session and he hadn’t really said much, until he turned and looked you dead in the eye.

“Just killed a woman, feelin’ good.”

“Yup, that’s gonna be a copy from me.”

“Thanks” *deep breath* “Home home.”

You two paste each other quite often and every time he gets so flustered it’s absolutely adorable.

Satan

You’re not sure how this conversation even came about.

It started off talking about weird things humans can do and their evolution, how in the world did these words end up coming out of your mouth?

You probably ended up talking about bodily functions that humans and demons share, which was definitely as gross as it sounds.

“Ah, ass air. Gamer girls could probably sell it. Delicious bottled ass air.”

“MC...copy?”

“Oh no.”

He pastes you any chance he can get, especially if it could embarrass either you or Lucifer. You’re all out with Diavolo? Paste. You’re meeting a very important high ranking demon? Paste.

Asmodeus

Asmo had invited you to his room for a self care sleepover and as usual he went all out for you

I’m talking a complete 372629293 step skincare routine, a hot bath, massage, nails, everything

He was getting ready to put some lotion on your arms and hands but when he pressed the pump down it just shot out

You both were taken aback, and whoever possessed you in that moment must’ve thought it was real funny because you looked Asmodeus dead in the eye and said, “What a cumshot!”

“One, copy. Two, if you thought that was a good cumshot then you’re missing out.”

Asmo first pasted you in front of Mammon, just to see his reaction. Poor thing.

Beelzebub

It was time for a midnight snack with Beel, aka you talking to him while he inhaled the entire kitchen.

Beel wasn’t paying attention to the fridge, more focused on the very intense look on your face as you played a game on your DDD. You just looked so cute

His finger slid right into some custard, he pulled his finger out and turned to you.

He held his finger up to show you before cleaning licking it off. “MC. Do you like my finger?”

For some reason, that made you laugh so hard you nearly fell off the counter.

Somewhere in your laugh attack, you managed to wheeze out. “Copy, goodness gracious. Copy!”

You really only paste him when you’re alone, but just one time you pasted him in front of Lucifer who looked utterly confused. I mean...context?

Belphegor

You and Belphie were cuddling in the attic room, him half asleep and you scrolling through Devilgram.

You had just read a very sad fanfiction based on The Lord of Shadows and Henry, one that actually drove you to tears.

Belphie, being Belphie, decided he wanted attention so what’s the first thing the gremlin tries to do? Bite your hair.

“Belphie! Don’t bite my hair, I’m too sad!” You cried out, and he stopped.

He stared at you for a few moments before he spoke. “Copy.”

You were still upset when he pasted you, Beel had come up with snacks and was very confused as to why you were upset.

Maybe you should cuddle him instead of the hair biter. Love you Belphie but come on!

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