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Through A Glass, Darkly Part 6- Stay

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MINORS DNI ! (18+ ONLY!)

Violence, Mild sexual themes, sexual suggestive thoughts (cuz Rumlow is a bastard!), experimentation without consent.

Through a Glass Darkly part 6: Stay

An American HYDRA base

Somewhere within The 100- Mile wilderness, Maine

2024, around July

52 hours after y/n’s capture

Sleep was possibly the only escape from that hellish place. But if you weren’t awake, you’d miss time with Winter. He insisted you get rest, so you couldn’t deny him. The scratchy wool blanket and one pillow provided out of the goodness of HYDRA’s heart could take the edge off. It was cold down where you were.

You didn’t know how far down you were, but you imagine it was something like Alcatraz on steroids. You woke from your slumber just briefly, to find that Winter had crawled in with you.

His warm skin, close to yours. He was the only peace you had in this place, a kind of solace if you will. And it was probably the same for him. You snuggled into him, nestling in like two puzzle pieces. You felt so safe with him and you were glad that he was letting himself get close to you.

He deserved to be loved a million times over. You didn’t dream this time, but instead you lost yourself in the warmth of having someone you cared about next to you. It was a kind of intimacy only shared between lovers.

Just like anything within these barren walls, your peace was short lived. You were physically taken out of bed, by Rumlow. Dragged from your warm space so quickly, you hardly had time to know what was going on. Winter was quick to assess the situation. Rumlow kept his palm with a bruising grip over your mouth.

“Shhhhh. Little girl. Time for a check up.” Rumlow said sinister, and licking the shell of your ear. Winter had gone feral, in no time.

Winter punched the other guard square in the face with his flesh hand. A sickening sound of bone crunching and blood trickling down from the man's face. Winter was desperate. He raised the guard up by his neck this time with his metallic arm. Gripping tightly on his windpipe.

"Don't think I won't snap his neck, faster than you can blink!" Winter threatened. You struggled against Rumlows’ grip.

"You sure about that? Wanna watch her bleed out? Your little fuck toy. I bet you'd screw her even when she's cold 'n' grey." Rumlow egged on wielding a sharp knife against your throat. Feeling the sting of the sharp metal slicing your tender skin.

You started to sob, you knew how serious the situation was. Realizing any second could be your last. HYDRA could very easily kill you, after all you were just a means of entertainment for their weapon. For Winter, something he could have to pass the time by with. You were replaceable. And that terrified both you and Winter.

Winter was at a crossroads, he knew Rumlow would leap at the chance to kill you. Anything to see a little more suffering, that’s what Rumlow really got off on. Seeing people hurt as if they deserved terrible fates. Rumlow tightened his grip on you, but took something out of one of the pockets on his tactical suit. Uncapping the object with his teeth and spitting it onto the floor of the pen, that Winter and you called home. Before you had time to react, you flashed a look to Winter. You knew well that his hands were tied. But if anything were to happen to you, whatever they were going to do next, you wanted to look at Winter one last time. Staring back at you, you saw pain. But maybe Winter himself didn’t know how to feel about this emotion.

The needle plunged deep into your jugular, and before the stopper could empty its contents, your eyes were fluttering shut.

Your head lolled drunkenly from side to side as you were being trudged through a maze of hallways and corridors. Various beeping sounds, of places off limits to you, doors opening to deeper destinations of horror passed you by. It was impossible to try and map yourself out of this. You could probably take more than a few punches, get your way out of wherever they were sending you. But you’d be lost.

Suddenly, your head thrashed back, hitting a flimsy excuse for a pillow, with credible force. Your vision is accosted by bright white lights. And you were lifted into the air, on this sort of table. A girl, who couldn't have been above the age of 10, slipped through the door. Her hair was a beautiful shade of chestnut brown that fell somewhere around her waist. Her eyes, for a brief moment, seemed as if they were examining you. Oddly you didn’t mind. It was peaceful to be around this. Child. But how did she get here? It was as if you were looking into the eyes of a divine being.

A blonde woman quickly came to her side, “Don’t run from me ever again!” she scolded the girl sternly. The woman’s eyes jutting to your own, in a hauntingly knowing kind of way.

“But, I wanted to see the subject. Is she sick?” the girl asked, still looking at what you assumed was her mother. The woman led the girl away from you and toward the door of the dingy operating room, her grip tight on the arm of the child. You wanted to speak, maybe they could get you out of here, some help maybe? Or they could relay a message to Bucky, or Nat and Sam? Hell, anybody.

“Yes! She’s terribly sick. The world’s finest doctors are going to help her.” The woman said, as she hurriedly rushed the girl away from the room, closing the door with a loud click. Doctors? I’m not sick. You thought. But it was hard to formulate much of anything in your state.

More people you didn’t recognize came into the room. Preparing tools and machines for some kind of procedure. Shit! What are they going to do to me?! You thought. You tried to get up from your bed, but your head was pounding against your skull. Like you’d had the worst hangover you’ve ever had. Some nurses tied your limbs taught with straps to the metal table. You struggled, but gave up just as quickly. Your hands formed fists as you began to hyperventilate. You needed your powers back.

You need to be able to defend yourself, now more than ever. Whatever HYDRA put in you, had been successful in weakening your powers. You tensed, trying to get those sparks to fly. But they fizzled out. You opened your eyes, the blinding lights of the operating room still ahead. One more time. You can get Winter free from this place, if only you had your fire! Out of the corner of your eye, sensing movement from your right, you saw Alexander Pierce come into the room. You clenched your jaw.

Seeing him made rage boil within you. At what he’d done to Winter for so long. Pierce noticed your disgust you had for him. Boldly without trepidation, he hovered over you. He looked into your eyes, and you steadied your gaze. You weren’t going to let him take advantage of you, if you could help it. Pierce’s eyes tightened, the challenge he saw in you, made him livid. A sharp pain struck your cheek. A slap? What was that going to do now? You’ve already been beaten, and thrown into a cage, what else could he possibly do to you?

“(Zimnyaya roza) Зимняя роза*, I own you. Start the procedure!!” he announced to everyone inside the room. *Winter Rose

You began to lift yourself up, anything to resist what they were going to do to you. But you hadn’t realized you were already restrained. You tried your fire again. However, you only gave off cobalt colored sparks. Pierce had an odd look on his face. Almost as if he was surprised, and oddly hopeful. But for what exactly? Yet another needle found its way into your veins. Your vision going blurry, changing from white, to grey, to nothing but black.

You were terrified. Your heart was pumping nearly out of your chest. Unable to see anything, or speak, or even aware of where you were. Was this it? Had they killed you? What was next for you if you had truly died? Was there really anything on the other side? You felt cold, like you were drenched in water and exposed to flowing air. You felt your torso shoot up from where you were. Your eyes flying open, your lungs filling rapidly with breath. You were alive, this time.

A scream, more like a wail, left your throat. Darkness was all around you, everything inside you was pure and animalistic, fear. Until his blue appeared in your sights. His sweet, sweet everlasting blue. You never wanted to cry, especially in front of anyone. You usually cried alone, before solidifying yourself and continuing on. But this time your emotions were so raw, the tears just flooded over.

“Winter!” you exclaimed, noticing how you were trembling, Winter held you close, only with his flesh arm. He never felt comfortable letting his left arm touch you. Out of fear it may corrupt you. His kind gesture somehow made you break down further. Beginning to sob hysterically in his hold.

He cupped your cheek, his palm rough and calloused. He shushed you gently, his forehead touching your own. “It’s over. It’s over. I’m here. Mo Thaisce, I’m here. They can’t hurt you.” he repeated until you started to regain yourself.

You were back in your cell, with Winter. But you knew what had happened to you was no dream. It was real. But you had no clue what they’d done to you. He rocked you gently for a few minutes until you both had ended up laying flat on the mattress. It was all so confusing and terrifying. As if they’d erased your memory of what they’d done. You never want to go back to that room again.

And that would mean you must be on your best behavior, no retaliation. Only complete compliance was acceptable. Your memory was jumbled and hazy at best. For right now you could only remember and focus on Winter.

Once Winter noticed you had calmed down, he shifted, wanting to sit in his normal spot, out of the stingy excuse for the bed, and onto the cold concrete of the cell floor. You’d stopped him, grabbing onto his metal arm. This caught him off guard. To your surprise he flinched, as if he expected something terrible to happen to you once you touched him.

“Please… Stay,” you managed to croak out, your voice raw. Winter gawked at you in the faint light of the cell, the only light available during ‘sleeping’ hours came from the recording cameras. Winter swallowed thickly, his brow furrowing. With some weariness, Winter stayed. Holding you close to his burly form, his fingers intertwining into your silken locks. He didn’t want you to feel pain. Not from this wretched place. Winter didn’t sleep even though he was commanded to do so. He rarely broke protocol, he’d learned his lesson far too long ago for breaking the rules. But, he could not resist watching over her until she slept, warm and frail in his hold.

In this moment, Winter vowed to always protect this echo of a woman he had once loved. Was it perhaps a sick form of gratification? Redemption? Atonement? Possibly. Yes, quite possibly.

Sharp protests from the doors hinges were what woke you next. It almost made you cry. You didn’t want anything to do with these vile people. Winter was already awake, maybe he hadn’t slept at all. He watched every move from the two guards. Rumlow was not present this time. However, that didn’t make the situation any less nerve-wracking.

“Relax Cujo. Your whore needs to get dressed. It’s mission day.” one of the guards said as he crouched down to Winter’s level. The other guard gave you a dress, among other fancy garb for you to wear. You’d armed yourself with the small knives they’d given you.

Stuffing them in any place that was concealed, a short knife fitting in the heel of your dress shoe. As usual, they’d blindfolded the both of you. Not knowing where you were going only added a new level to this macabre circus act. You and Winter were stuffed in some sort of plane, a Quinjet maybe? From what you could hear there were a fair amount of other operatives in the plane with you. A small HYDRA execution team.

Your job still remains the same. Keep eyes on the target, Be in communication with Winter. Don’t get yourself killed. In and out. Smooth, no flukes. Like a well programmed machine. Rumlows voice came as a surprise to you from inside the cabin.

“Today’s target is high profile. Dangerous, so don’t do anything stupid that’ll get you killed. Alright princess? The op team will have 6 people in it. Soldat, Princess, Me, and the three of you . The target has powers over time. They can bend it at will. So stay sharp.” Rumlow informed us.

Time? Like the Time stone? Are we going to be executing Dr. Strange? You nodded your head to let him know you heard him. You remember fighting alongside him and Wong during the infinity war. They were quite powerful. There’s no way we can execute him. He’ll just keep rewinding us. Shit! I’m going into a sorcerer fight with toothpicks!

Your throat began to dry up, and you swallowed thickly. You had no idea how you were going to get through this one.

“You alright Y/N?” Winter asked through the comm system in your ear piece. You chewed on your lip as you entered the building, beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck.

“I could be better. This mission. It’s not going to be easy.” you replied.

“No mission is easy. But you can get close to the target. I’m not far away. I–” his sentence was cut short.

Leaning into your ear piece just outside the building, as you waited in line to enter, “Winter?!” more desperation coating his name than you’d like to reveal.

“I’m fine. I just got rid of the people on the roof. Don’t worry so much, Mo Thaisce.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Get a room, you two! Oh, wait you do have one. Guess you’re camera shy huh Princess? Afraid to show us some skin?” Rumlow came over the comm system.

“I really want to burn your tongue out from your skull.” you said with clenched teeth. Taking a sigh to calm your nerves, which didn’t work, you stared up at the building.

“Your breathing is quick. Are you alright?” Asked Winter.

“It’s just, I never expected to have a target in the White House. Thank you.” You cordially accepted the drink presented to you on a platter that one of the many servers was handing out. You reminded yourself you didn’t have to be doing any killing, but you weren’t so sure you’d be getting out scott free on this mission.

High profile target was right. More rustling was heard in your earpiece. You scoped out the first floor, meeting for a brief second with one of your HYDRA partners, who’d run through this area already.

“I don’t have a good shot on the target. I’m coming in.” Winter said.

“What? Are you crazy?! What if you get caught?” you nearly exclaimed, going up to the second floor.

“I’m not going to get caught. I’ve been doing this since the 40’s. Besides, This isn’t my first presidential mission.” he made a good point, but that didn’t lessen your anxiety. Something was off about this mission to you. Was HYDRA going to test your loyalty? Or weed you out?

“Moving to the second floor.” you alerted everyone. The second floor was sparse, but still too close for comfort. In all honesty you had no idea where you were going. You took in a deep breath. How the fuck am i gonna get close? You continued to walk down a hallway, and the idea struck you. A woman, dressed in moderate business clothes, passed by you with a lanyard and a name tag.

The two of you passed, without the woman noticing you, you shoved her into a secluded corner, and knocked her out. You took her lanyard and brushed yourself off.

“I have a way that will get me close.” you announced.

“Oh so the Princess is useful after all?” Rumlow came over the comm system again, with snotty remarks.

“Shut up and do your job, asshole.” you bit back boldly.

“Ohohoho! Some spunk, finally! Gets me all riled up. It’s a shame you and the mutt are so close. Believe me I would fuck you so hard if I could. I’d give you the time of your life Princess.” Rumlow retorted.

“Watch your damn mouth!” Winter growled.

“Eyes in position. Target is about to give a speech.” you piped up. Hoping your interruption would diffuse the heat. The room was big and full of TV cameras recording live. More than ample security guards at the ready also. You swallowed thickly.

“Winter? We have live eyes. Everyone’s watching. The world is gonna see you. I don’t feel good about this.” you whispered sitting down in your press chair.

“The more the merrier. After the Kennedy mission, I had to lay low for a month. I imagine this will be no different.” Winter said in a nonchalant way.

“Black shirts, about 10 of them. Gathered mostly at the front of the podium.”

“Only 10 this time? They’ve gotten soft in recent years. Piece of cake.” You heard the sound of a gun clicking, among various loud rustling noises. Your stomach began to do back flips as a familiar face graced the stage. Dr. Strange, the sorcerer, in this universe he’d made quite the name for himself as POTUS. The one that you’d grown to admire for a time, when you fought beside him in both wars for humanity. You’d only spent enough time with him to be a little more than acquaintances, after all the Avengers grew to be a wide swath of people and heroes alike, including yourself.

Someone you didn’t recognize stood beside him, a woman with natural beauty, a mole adorning her face with a wide and, surprisingly genuine, smile. Maybe if you’d known Stephen Strange better, then you would know this woman too. They looked as if they were effortlessly happy together. Like how John and Jackie Kennedy portrayed themselves in the public eye.

Frustrated grunts came over the ear piece, “Take the fucking shot!” whined one of your mission mates. If you could call them such. Not that you trusted anyone other than Winter.

“Christine Strange is not a name on my ledger. She will only be killed if she stands in my way.” Winter replied coolly. You supposed, he had done so much killing under the clutches of HYDRA, that he’d thought of people as mere statistics. How much humanity had he had left? He surely salvaged some for you. Maybe that was the only thing keeping him going? You couldn’t imagine being locked away in that dungeon for so many years. Being frozen only to wake up in a different time to repeat the same bloody tasks.

What if they did that to you? Kept you as one of their murderous puppets. You’d barely had time to think, entranced in memories of the past and worries of your future, when the shot rang out. Screams followed quickly after. People knocked into you as you stood still in the chaos.

“Y/N. Keep moving. Don’t draw attention to yourself.” Winter ordered softly. You blinked a couple times to get your bearings straight again, well as straight as possible. The intimidating men in black suits all had their guns drawn but some were missing. You saw movement from the back of the stage but couldn’t make out enough to get a good read on it. Instead, you decided to double back.

Leaving the room with the panic stricken as a cover was wise. But once you got out of the room, you didn’t exactly know where to go. You walked off in as quick a pace you could keep without warranting attention of onlookers through some more corridors.

Pressing on the earpiece once you were certain no one was following you, “Target eliminated. I’m moving to a secluded area n-”. Your sentence was cut off as you bumped into something hard, making you stumble a bit. Looking down, you realized it was not something but someone. Shit! Did a citizen see you? The person grabbed your forearms, to steady you. Dressed in a lavish tux, was Winter. His long blond hair pulled back into a rough bun. Was this what he meant by ‘going in’?

It was your first time seeing him in formal attire, if you hadn’t been out doing HYDRA’s dirty work, no one would know that the two of you had just contributed to the assassination of the United States president. Some part of you wished this was all just a nightmare and that you and Winter were out on an expensive date. Maybe the President was inviting you and Winter on a commemoration dinner, for valiant efforts in the defeat of Thanos.

You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat when you were looking at Winter in front of you. In that moment you could have kissed him, but he took your hand instead and led you to a fortunately empty back room. Fumbling with his ear piece he took it out of his ear.

“Damn. Rumlow won’t respond. Comms are down. Static feedback. That means radio silence.” Winter calculated out loud. I bit my lip and listened for any threats just beyond the door. “Give me your ear radio. We have to do this fast.” he said, holding out his metal hand, glinting in the faint moonlight streaming through the nearest window.

“Ear radio? That’s a new one. Okay but why? What’s happening?” You were beginning to ask too many questions for the time sensitive situation. He crushed the two listening devices and threw the contents into his pocket square, most likely to discard later.

“If things went as expected, Strange could have easily used the time stone to turn back time and save himself. But , that didn’t happen. Our info was rancid. Either someone gave us bad intelligence or Strange didn’t have the stone tonight.” Winter rambled off, his eyes wildly searching for an unseen answer.

“I thought he was the only one who had control over the stone? Why do we have to get rid of our devices?” you asked, holding onto his hand a little tighter. You were scared but you trusted Winter.

“One or more of our mission mates was a rat. And, Strange wasn’t the only target tonight. We still have a mission to complete. Looks like it’s 1963 all over again. We’re in it for the long haul Y/N.” Winter’s brow furrowed, his icy orbs staring back at yours. The warmth of his flesh hand left yours and carressed the tender flesh of your cheek. It was then that you noticed you were trembling.

You had to remind yourself to take a breath, filling your lungs as much as they’d let you.

“Mo Thaisce. You can trust me. I won’t let them hurt you, not if I can help it.” His words fell from his mouth as a soft plea. They were laced with a painful desperation that you could see in the harsh furrow of his brow. The fear of you possibly not being able to trust him, that’s what really terrified the Winter Soldier. You gave him a soft smile.

“I trust you.” you said finally, trying to take control of your trembling body. You smoothed your hair and the corner of your dress down, revealing your soft and toned thigh. Through your long eyelashes you felt Winter’s eyes upon you. His adams’ apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. He tightened on the collar of his tie, maybe in an effort to distract himself from any long repressed carnal desires.

“Let’s get moving. The Rat already knows our location. And he might not be working alone.” He gave your shoulder a quick but light squeeze.

“Follow me, and don’t get lost.” he ordered. Behind his back you were unable to conceal the smirk you had. You enjoyed toying with him, just a little. You knew it wasn’t a wicked gesture, but you were surprised that you’d grown to such feelings after a little over two days with the man. It was strange to say the least. Maybe it was because the man before you felt more like a version of your Bucky you once knew. All the heart and soul of Bucky, but painted with Steve’s face. You knew sooner rather than later you’d have to tell him what you knew. What you were and where you came from. Yes he knew you were different. But to have more trust between the both of you he needed to know everything you did.

It was far into the night, escaping out the back of the White House, leaving you biting your nails. There were no threats along the way. The feds would search the complex and far beyond for any trace of the assassin. You wondered, with all the advanced technology of today , that Winter could get away with such a thing at all. You shook your head at that thought, freeing you from it. This was HYDRA you were talking about. They could cover up an assassination like it was just another day at the job. Because that is what it was for them.

You came to a dark alleyway with nothing but trash blowing in the wind and an old model Impala, its sleek black paint job glinting in the darkness. You were just barely able to tell the car was in front of you. Winter paced around the car, searching for something until he crouched down and grabbed an object from the undercarriage.

Reflexively you searched left and right for any signs that you were going to get caught. Thunder cracked overhead, making you jump. Winter smirked triumphantly as he waved the object in your direction, it looked like a grenade. It started to sprinkle as his finger tugged at the pin. You ran to him, hoping he wouldn’t blow himself into smithereens, or at least if he was, that you’d go with him.

The pin fell to the ground, and he released the trigger just as you got to his chest. He dropped the grenade and as it hit the ground, it burst into some sort of shield. The shield engulfed the both of you, now in a heap of flesh on the black top, the car, and the abandoned building adjacent to the car. Looking up, the rain now pouring down heavier than before, still hits your face and left your skin cold.

Your chest heaved from the sudden realization that you were, in fact, not dead. You looked back down at Winter, and he was chuckling.

“You thought I was going to blow us up? Y/N, never. I’d never hurt you. It’s one of HYDRA’s trinkets, made for this kind of situation. We’ll camp out here for a few days until a confirmed operative can retrieve us.” He continued to chuckle lightly, his hand warm going up to stroke your cheek and tuck a lock of soaking hair behind your ear. If it wasn’t for the sound of the pouring rain, you almost didn’t catch him say, “ What am I going to do with you?” under his breath.

The comment made your heart skip a beat and a warmth spread into your body that left you feeling shy and embarrassed. Wanting to hide your face you looked to the side at the grenade, seeing how it created this invisible shield around the two of you, technology really was something to gawk at. In the downpour you could just barely make out the police sirens.

“Winter!” you whispered harshly. Worry painting your mind as you only had seconds to find cover. Winter’s face dropped all joy and returned to his solidified nature. Opening the back passenger side door of the car, he shoved you inside gently as the sirens crept closer.

“Lay down. Keep a low profile. Damn it! I know it’s in here some– gotcha!” Searching frantically underneath the drivers’ seat, he pulled out a large dark tarp. You didn’t see how laying down on the backseat would do any good in the way of concealing two bodies in a very conspicuous car. But you complied anyway.

Winter got on top of you, and pulled the tarp over top of him, covering us both. The sirens got closer, almost deafeningly loud. You could barely hear with the sound of the sirens, and your blood pressure thumped in your ears. He had enveloped you before, but this time was different. Or at least it felt different. It was beginning to get stiflingly hot.

From this angle you could see just how broad his back was, and how much he towered over you. He made you feel small, yes, but you… enjoyed it. You felt protected and safe. As the sirens screamed and the searchlights gleamed inside the car window, you kept very still, though you couldn’t bear to close your eyes. Afraid that if you did, you might lose Winter, though he was as close to you as he possibly could be. His cerulean orbs stared back at you, and softened at the sight of your panic.

He put an index finger to his lips, a silent gesture to keep quiet. He didn’t have to tell you twice. You doubt you could speak at all, at this moment. You gulped silently, trying to rid yourself of the dryness forming in your throat. Winter peeked his head out from under the tarp. In the faint light you saw a smirk grow on his features. The bench seat creaked from the shifting of his weight to the back passenger side, next to me, shoving the tarp next to him between the door and his body. You sat up, echoes of bewilderment still showing on your face.

“Ah. stupid, laboratory junk from HYDRA. Great concealment tool though.” Winter quirked his head in approval. You gawked out the window at the grenade, still on the ground where Winter had left it.

“What about that thing?” you asked, still giving it a long look.

“A Houdini bomb, as I call it. I don’t know its real name but it will cover up anything within a one-hundred yard radius. Sound, sight, smell - it’ll cover it up like a smoke and mirror trick.it’s only weakness is rain and it lasts for only 5 days before it fizzles out. Uh. Sorry, I got too carried away again. Hehe. Kinda feel like I'm back at one of those Stark Science Fairs.” You saw his face turn a slight hue of red. He was embarrassed about his love for technology. I have to say I don’t think I would have ever seen this side of him, you thought as a gentle smile quirked on your lips.

“Stark Science Fairs are cool. Lavish and maybe a little over-the-top. But cool.” you subtly reassured him. He returned the favor with a warm grin. Unable to resist the feelings that had been brewing within you over the course of the night, you had to ask him a burning question. Even if it ended in tragedy, then you would know.

“Winter?,” you turned to face him, and his eyebrows quirked upward, “Have you ever been with a woman?”

"There were some the night I left to join the 107th. A few more after I was stationed. But, none like you. Well maybe there was only one like you." He said now facing you.

You nodded your head in agreement. You hadn't forgotten your doppelganger. Though, even before you'd arrived through the rabbit hole, she was but a Phantom in the heart of a man you deeply cared for. You remember his dark hair, and cool blue eyes like crystal waters. And a ring that seemed familiar but was not his. Your mind was completely jumbled from the events of the past few days. Getting beaten, and drugged, and treated worse than trash– left you taxed. You were surprised you were functioning at this rate.

"Y/N?," Winter asked in almost a whisper, "they… they made me do it. They made me…pull that trigger." Winter confessed.

"Yes. They made you. They did. Don't put that on you. You, and me too. We're their playthings. Please…please don't put that on you." Your voice was soft and near pleading. Instinctively you closed the gap between you two. Interlacing your delicate fingers with his metal ones. He didn't jerk away this time but he jumped and looked down at your soft flesh, still afraid he'd break something far too precious for him.

You leaned on the coolness of his shoulder, pressing your cheek to what would have been toned muscle. Even though you were soaked from head to toe, your hair still dripping lackadaisical onto the leather beneath you, it was sweltering inside the car. The rain hadn't let up and you were convinced the storm would go on well into the night. Hopefully the cops would need to call off the search momentarily until the rain lets up.

Not that they could see you anyway, according to Winter. You sat soaking in the sounds of the pattering rain on the rooftop of the classic car. It was always a soothing sound. Until you broke the silence again,

"Why are you so sweet on me?" You asked. Winter sighed, his chest heaving slowly as his lungs filled and deflated.

"I remember what it's like to love someone. I can't let them taint you. Can't let them take you away from me too." He said, his eyes having a yearning to them. Something in you knew on this night that there was no going back. No ‘normal’. Just two souls forever plagued by memories of past loved ones. Could it be possible? To love and love another through tragic circumstances? This was familiar. You’d done it recently, fallen in love too quickly and because of a heart that bled for tenderness. Now you have two. Two extraordinary men that loved you with every fiber of the being. Except one, was quickly fading from your memory and blending into the one in front of you.

End Part 6

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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the term “mistress” is making my eye twitch. there are no mistresses in polyamorous relationships, and misha and vicki aren’t married anymore so he can, and has clearly been able to in the past, date whoever he wants. most cockles perceivers would want that kind of happiness for misha anyway? jensen has danneel, maybe even others who knows, why should misha be just by himself??

regardless, the leap from potentially good friends to fucking is still pretty flawed, imo. like damn, poetry is literally meant to be self interpreted and resonate with those who connect to it.

claiming you’ve found misha’s secret girlfriend of apparently years based on him liking her poetry and probably knowing her through ra relevant interests (similar social circles and all that) is a tenuous thread at best. they could just be living similar circumstances and that’s why there’s appreciation there from misha?

anyway, ~secret girlfriend~ is a theory for sure. not fact, though. for all we know he sent her some of his poetry to post, much like she might’ve sent that screenshot to someone and they in turn posted it to alma’s stories.

all guesses. ideas. theories. headcanons. 🤷‍♀️ pick whatever one soothes your brain, i guess, because chances are none of us will ever fully be certain.

yeah exactly. but really all this affirms just how broken their supposed intel pipe is. They don't understand what counts as hard data, and what is the information they're filling in with imagination or assumption in the gaps.

Mistress in a poly relationship is. unlikely. Vicki and Misha had a long marriage, that could split for a million reasons. Maybe he got too flighty. Maybe the're just tired and wanted to step back before they hate each other so they can be friendly. Maybe Misha peed the bed one night. We could make a lot of wild theories as to the Why, and they don't seem to realize like. The theory they apply to weak "evidence" (which they didn't inspect closely enough to see the flaws in it as proof).

But yeah. Alma could be a friend. They could have related social rings. Maybe they're fucking. Maybe they're not. As comical as the HAH HAH U THINK UR ITK WHAT THEN U STUPID COCKLES SHIPPER or whatever their crazytrain is like.... cuz I said they were friends. The reason I missed this being discussed over a month ago is I mute the cockles channel from lack of interest, only head in to throw a headless fish to my feral cats, and leave unless I'm tagged. And, as the proof was weak and the resolution was lacking, nobody bothered to tag me, because people know better than to report absolute nonsense to me or I'll punch holes through it like this. Yeah. such a wild cockles shipper I mute the channel and don't read it back if I wander in. Much ship very wow. Also very relevant, obviously, to how tv is made.

[rubs temples]

I just wanna figure out what blender brain logic it takes to go "you didn't stalk some anon poet's account to figure out where they are at all times in coordination with another person that we supposedly hate like we did, we counted his trashcan condoms and you didn't, you're a fake TV leaker!" Like genuinely what the fuck. How does being a peeping tom on someone's kinks help me figure out the plot of episode 11.

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aardvark-123 · 1 year

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I've decided to make a spirited attempt at video game blogging. (It was getting tricky to find time to record Orolinwethil's lines, now that she's living in New Zealand.) Without further ado, I present to you the Silver-Heart Chronicles.

~The Silver-Heart Chronicles Part 1: A Barrow for Golldir~

Yngvar Silver-Heart had joined the Stormcloak rebellion as a young man, and during his time at war he'd seen Windhelm and the eastern holds grow colder towards anyone who wasn't a Nord while Tamriel's political situation stayed exactly the same.

Yngvar gradually grew disillusioned with Ulfric and the whole "Skyrim belongs to the Nords" ethos, and so, after two long weeks, he quit the rebellion and moved back to his home village of Kynesgrove. Some might argue that Yngvar had "deserted", in response to which he argued that they could "get stuffed".

Yngvar's family had left Kynesgrove and their house had been repossessed by spriggans, so he became a semi-permanent resident in the Braidwood Inn. He made his living as an odd-job man, picking crops, mending houses and fetching frost salts for Dravynea, until one day Dotira the miner asked him for help.

Dotira's friend was missing, feared kidnapped by draugr near the ancient Hillgrund's Tomb. "This is it," Yngvar cried, leaping into action. "The perfect pretext to buy that crossbow I've had my eye on!"

The crossbow was an expensive piece of kit, but one that would surely be worth it. Yngvar left Kynesgrove with his pockets empty and his heart full of determination to find Doriselyn, then claim the favour Dotira would owe him.

Yngvar headed southwest across Eastmarch's famous volcanic tundra, the cold breeze ruffling his hair and carrying a faint smell of sulphur. The wind died down as he approached the river and wandered along the rocky bank, looking for a place to cross. All too soon a friend came out to meet him.

"Hmm... Tastes like salmon. I could probably make a potion of stamina from those," muttered Yngvar, nibbling on the bear's claws.

He carried on west past Mixwater Mill, finding only a few wild skeevers and a feral necromancer on the road. The necromancer was politely turned down when she offered to teach Yngvar how to make skeever slippers. Hillgrund's Tomb soon loomed in front of him, and inside the lobby waited an unexpected man.

"Offered to teach you the art of slipper-crafting as well, did she? I've never heard of anything so disgusting," Yngvar bantered. "Skeevers are obviously better as leg-warmers, opera gloves at a pinch, but never slippers! They don't have the durability for it."

Golldir explained politely that it was a different necromancer he meant. This was his (Golldir's) family tomb, but one Vals Veran had decided to help himself to the free dead people inside, and he (Golldir) had stayed behind while his aunt Agna (Agna) went to stop him (Vals).

Terrific, Yngvar thought. Still, I'll have a better chance of getting Doriselyn out of here with a partner... "Why, Golldir, I'd be delighted to help you! Lead the way."

Golldir led the way. His honoured ancestors were out in droves, driven into a frenzy by Vals's machinations, not that it takes much to drive a draugr into a frenzy on the best of days. Yngvar and Golldir cut their way through dozens of extended family members before they found a prisoner dressed in rags.

"Don't look now, Doriselyn, but I think there's someone behind you. Stay very, very still..."

"Problem solved!"

Doriselyn was more than a little annoyed at his treatment, and the thought of taking revenge on Vals was very tempting, so he joined Yngvar's fast-growing boy band as they descended further into the tomb. Yngvar scrounged up a set of draugr armour for Doriselyn, but he refused to wear it, saying it would clash with his beard.

Yngvar at least had the presence of mind to put some armour on. He wasn't sure his furry merchant's hat actually offered any protection, but it might keep any water from dripping on his head.

Further on, it seemed that Agna had sadly perished.

"Because you were scared? I know how that feels," Yngvar confided in Golldir. "The first time I ever faced a sabre cat, I nearly ruined a fine pair of breeches. Next time, though, I saw her coming for my axe-brother Ralof, so I ran her through without a moment's thought. Perhaps you'll save your other aunt from the next necromancer defiling one of your clan's old holdings."

"Is that how you try and help people feel better?!" sobbed Golldir, weeping over his aunt's motionless body.

"Er..." Yngvar looked at his feet. "It might be."

The ancient halls went deeper and further, past more enemies than just draugr. Watched by an aghast Golldir and a dispassionate Doriselyn, Yngvar took a moment to harvest the spider's venom before they carried on.

Vals was waiting in the deepest chamber of Hillgrund's Tomb, where the legendary Thane Hillgrund had been interred a thousand years ago with his pet spider in a cute little terrarium. Scoffing at the notion that dead people should be allowed some time to relax, he (Vals) called forth all the draugr in the chamber.

The fight was on. Fearsome mummified warriors attacked our heroes from all sides while Vals pelted them with sorcerous blasts, but Yngvar, his blade dripping with hastily-applied spider venom, beat a path through the enemy hordes to face him.

Sword met staff in a desperate duel, but when Yngvar drank his potion of vigorous healing Vals knew he had met his match. His head thumped down onto the floor, and as one the draugr sheathed their weapons and settled back down in their tombs.

The day was won, but at a terrible cost. Doriselyn had leapt in front of an arrow to protect Golldir, and without any armour to stop it, the arrow had pierced his courageous heart. Yngvar and Golldir wept for Doriselyn as they stuffed him into an unoccupied tomb.

It was dark when they got back to the lobby. Golldir was happy for Yngvar to stay for the night, especially since he'd brought a bottle of Honningbrew mead, and Yngvar was happy to oblige. They drank beside the fire and slept six feet apart because, while they were both gay, they weren't each other's types.

There were some glimmers of light. Golldir had the family tomb back, even if it had cost him an aunt, and Yngvar had helped himself to a new sword. Although it was dented and probably thousands of years old, it held an edge as sharp as his steel blade which burned with deadly cold.

After sharing breakfast and saying goodbye, Yngvar set off back to Kynesgrove. He didn't know what he was going to tell Dotira; nor, he realised, was there much chance of her giving him a reward. You won some and you lost some as an adventurer.

Kynesgrove was much as Yngvar remembered it, probably because he'd only been gone for a day. However, while he was selling a bunch of ancient weaponry to Throk the smith, a courier ran up to Yngvar and handed him a letter.

"In the name of Jarl Ulfric?" Yngvar bit his lip. "They know I'm here. Well, time to dye my hair and put on a strong Colovian accent. Dotira! Dotira, I need to borrow some of your war paint...!"

#The Elder Scrolls #Skyrim #fun with pixels #Silver-Heart Chronicles #my writing

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A Game of Chance- Chapter Five

A/N: After this chap is when Kouki begins to have more autonomy, thank you for sticking it through with me <3 CW: Slavery, light master/slave relationship, gambling, PTSD, hybrids, mating, marking, biting, blood, pain, torture, violence, original fem character, oc x Hiei, slow burn

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Chapter Five: Making Headway

Hiei ran, relishing in his feet pounding the ground, in the branches bending as he jumped off of them. He ran while the others used one of those damned mechanic contraptions, a car. He would never be caught in one of those. They were death. Small, slow, confined, anyone could kill you in them.

The chip in his pocket vibrated, Kouki reaching out to feed off his excitement, her energy nearly singing. Hiei didn’t brush her off like usual. Too focused on moving, on feeling alive after being stuck inside the city too long.

They were moving out toward the old woman’s temple, Genkai. She had agreed to help with their current problem. Kouki… his mind wandered for a moment, and she reacted to it. Her youki turned questioning and he snarled, pushing her away. She recoiled as if burned and Hiei focused on pushing himself faster.

Yusuke had made it sound like Genkai had agreed grudgingly. Yet there had to be a reason if that were true. What wasn’t Koenma telling them?

Hiei hated being kept in the dark, being made to run errands, it made him irritated that he had been relegated to a babysitter. Getting out of the city, into the sprawling, spirit filled woods surrounding the temple was the next best thing to being in the Makai. He would never admit it aloud, but he was excited to reach their destination.

It’s probably why he’d allowed himself to get so far ahead of the others. He hadn’t waited at all. Usually he’d pace himself more, scout and keep a watch over them. His skin was itching though and when he finally saw the mountainous staircase in front of him, he bared his teeth in a feral smile. The chip shivered in his pocket, and he halted, it was growing warmer and vibrating and when he pulled it out of his pocket to look at it a burning hellfire of light burst forth. Standing in front of him was Kouki in her demonic form.

She stood with her nose pointing at the stairs before she looked at him. He nodded.

“We are going there,” he said. “Come, you can keep up, can’t you?”

Her quills rattled along her back, and she huffed before leaping onto the steps. She only paused long enough to look over her shoulder at him. Waiting for him. He scoffed; he wouldn’t wait for her.

He took off at top speed, expecting to leave her behind instantly. She fell back some, but she kept an easy loping pace that only had her dipping in and out of his sight on occasion. She continued to surprise him. He smirked before turning forward again.

Genkai was waiting for them at the foot of the temple stairs. Her eyes narrowed as Hiei stopped in front of her, but she wasn’t looking at him. Instead, her gaze was focused on Kouki silently coming to stand beside him. The demon pulled back her lips from her massive fangs as she let out a warning growl, her quills rattling.

“Kouki,” Hiei snapped, and the beast huffed before sitting heavily.

“This thing is what I’m supposed to help with?” Genkai asked critically.

The old woman was shrewd and likely knew as much as they knew about the situation but being faced with the reality of only one of Kouki’s sides, it likely made them look like fools. Hiei knew that look. She often gave it when the detective was around.

“She is…,” Hiei searched for the words to satisfy himself and the psychic. “An anomaly. Kouki is not always like this. But when she is I cannot communicate with her much at all. Beyond I suppose what you just saw.”

“Controlling her?” Genkai was roving her eyes over the great beast beside him.

“Hn,” he nodded. “Though she only listens because of the contract.”

Kouki’s energy touched his and he saw her head turn to look at him. Her feral eyes blinked slowly at him, softening. Trust… there was more to their bond now. Whatever he had done to gain it, she trusted him of her own volition now.

“I think there’s a little more than the contract keeping her line,” Genkai said with a smirk.

Hiei whipped his head around, narrowing his eyes. Could the psychic read Kouki’s mind like this? When he had not been able to? Something in him boiled, it wasn’t anger, but he couldn’t place what the emotion was. He knew he didn’t want her to be able to do what he hadn’t been able to. He wanted to be the one to break down Kouki’s walls first.

But why? Why did it matter who did it?

“How do you know that?” Hiei asked harshly, unconvinced.

“She looks at you like a dog with its master,” Genkai shrugged like it was obvious. “Can you get her to change into her other form? It would be much easier to converse with her like that.”

Hiei studied the large form of the demon next to him. Kouki tilted her head, one of her massive, pointed ears flicking curiously.

“I have only seen her transform once. She usually comes out of the chip in one form or another. Transforming seems to cause her a great deal of pain,” Hiei said, reaching into his pocket to hold out the golden poker chip.

Kouki shifted, turning her head toward the road and her ears pressed forward. Hiei blinked and reached out mentally, the others had arrived.

“We will work on it,” Genkai said. “The others will be here soon; I suppose we should tell Yukina to get dinner started.”

Hiei swallowed against the desire to ask how she was. Kouki whined beside him, and he knew she could sense a change in him. The change that always happened whenever Yukina was mentioned. He shook his head.

“We’re going inside,” he said.

He looked back down at the chip. He’d been trying to offer her more choices. But he never quite said them out loud. She didn’t need words to understand his meaning anyways. Her vertical pupils flicked up to the temple before with a surge of energy she disappeared, and the chip vibrated in his hand. He frowned at the little piece of plastic. He felt oddly… disappointed.

Brushing off the irritating emotion with a scoff he shoved the chip back into his pocket.

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It wasn’t until after dinner and everyone was in the tearoom, lounging on the tatami mats, that the chip remade an appearance. Hiei was staring at it as it sat on the low tea table in front of him. Though he wished he could drag his eyes from it, he wasn’t able to, being in the temple and surrounded by so many people made him feel antsy with it out in the open.

“Can you call Kouki from the chip, Hiei?” Kurama asked.

His garnet eyes drifted to meet green and merely frowned down at the object that had fallen under his charge. He knew this would tax her, these next few days or weeks would exhaust her as they treated her like a lab rat. There was part of him, the part that felt unworthy of her trust, that pitied her. It was the part that had felt what had happened to her and had felt sympathy.

Still, this was his mission, this was how he got out of here and got back to the Makai. He threw out his energy, baiting her human side, the warm orange energy. Immediately she rose to meet him, not hesitating for a second. She came to her master’s call naturally. That’s all this was, a contract, as he reminded himself.

A bright burst of light and she was in front of them, once again not a stitch covered her, and she collapsed onto all fours. Her breath rushed out of her, and she was gasping slightly. She was tired. Hiei immediately stood and walked the few short steps to cover her with his cloak.

Her eyes snapped up, honey brown that only lost their panicked fear when she saw it was him. “Master,” she said.

“Oh, new word!” Yusuke clapped.

Hiei groaned, it wasn’t any better than her saying ‘yours’ every time she saw him. He rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m not even going to correct you,” he grunted.

Kurama chuckled across the room. Hiei had the distinct desire to throw a cup at his head or better yet punch him, take a sword to his throat. Genkai stood when she saw the woman and walked over to immediately reach out remove the cloak, obviously having seen the scars. Before anyone could stop her however, Kouki snapped at her outstretched hand and nearly connected with her flesh.

“Feral creature, aren’t you?” she raised a brow.

“She doesn’t like people touching her,” Kuwabara said.

“Except, Shorty,” Yusuke nodded.

“Not yours,” Kouki said slowly and lifted her lips in a snarl.

“Her scars?” Genkai motioned.

Hiei shook his head, “Nothing special. Well, they at least make sense.”

Kurama butted in, “What Hiei means is that they are apparently left over from her quills in demon form.”

Genkai frowned, “She doesn’t heal completely from them.”

“No,” Hiei narrowed his eyes.

He walked away to lean against the wall, realizing they’d be there for a while.

“I’m not sure I can help you if she won’t let me,” Genkai said, sucking on the end of her pipe. “I don’t want to damage her mind.”

“I don’t think you can damage it much more than it is,” he murmured.

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All Kouki felt was an invasion. The energy wasn’t that of her Master. It was strong, steady, and human. It swirled through her weak defenses with annoyance. It batted away her aggravated attacks.

This felt like the older woman who had approached her. The one who had met them outside the building. Her Master had told her to behave then. Should she let this happen now? Was that his wish?

This mind seemed too strong for her, but it wasn’t aggressive. The sensation of her Master’s thoughts joining them, but resting on the edge, soothed Kouki, his thrumming black and purple energy calmed her agitation. Still could she trust him not to let injury happen to her? She knew he’d treated her better than most of her previous masters, but she didn’t know him well.

She didn’t outright attack, but her defenses pulled tighter, fighting against the woman digging through her skull. The beast inside her redirected the person’s searching. Moving them away from her memories, the soft insides she tried to protect even from herself. She didn’t want those dragged forth. She wanted to forget.

Stop fighting, her Master’s voice commanded.

She snarled, frustrated, angry, but forced her body to relax, forced her mind to accept the intrusion. The old woman’s energy, bright pink and near blinding swirled about, rifling through things that weren’t hers to touch. Yet Kouki accepted it, even as her nails scraped against the tatami beneath her.

Then she yanked it forth, everything that had been buried for so long and Kouki couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as colors and images flashed to the forefront of her mind.

She had been human, nothing more. A human with a strangely malleable spirit energy that she could never tap into. She volunteered at a shrine, she worked in an office, how long ago was that? Years? Decades? Longer?

She remembered being abducted and the infusion paired with a cruel wide smile. “No!” she screamed, first in head and then deafening into the room as the ghost of the agony from her past rippled through her muscles and bones right to her very soul.

She fell thrashing to the floor. The chip vibrated behind her. She couldn’t breathe, she literally couldn’t inhale. Her throat closed as panic gripped her tight. Malevolence was in that memory, she remembered that creature forcing more and more energy into her until she thought she might explode. Until her energy rocketed from her body and she found solace by being bound to the chip.

The chip. The one thing that could save her now. The one thing, her eyes flew open, and she clawed at her throat with nails sharper than a human should possess as she stared around wildly. Where was her home, why couldn’t she get to it?

Then it stopped, the memories stopped flooding forth, and a gentle tingle settled over her terrified mind as purple and black grew so strong it became an overwhelming haze.

“Breathe,” her Master demanded, his hot hands touched her wrists, pulling them away from her shredded skin. “Idiot woman.”

The oxygen that flowed into her lungs was like sweet life, perfumed with his scent of pine sap and fresh ash. She inhaled, focusing on that scent, focusing on the heat of his skin, and the way he protected her from everything that had been let free.

“C-can’t get back,” she finally said, voice trembling.

He frowned and looked at the chip, “To the chip?”

She nodded. He sighed and narrowed his eyes.

“Try now,” he growled.

She did and she felt him retreat from her head, at first, she felt a rise of anxiety but when the memories didn’t rush back, she breathed out a sigh of relief. Then she focused back on the small plastic circle, the innocuous thing that had become all she knew, all she trusted. The connection was still there, but thinner, and so she urged her body to shift into it and her energy poured inside with little help.

Familiar darkness closed around her and all she cared about was sleeping. She was so tired. So even when her Master tried to call to her later, she didn’t respond, too far deep in her slumber to feel the demand of his energy.

#hiei #hiei x fem oc #yyh #yuyu hakusho #fanfiction

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could you like, write us the moment in pbatmb au where feral lil murderboy anakin realises that maybe the lunatic cooing over him and offering him oreos is gonna be a useful lunatic for helping get his lil sister safe (or just tell me if this happens while anakin is still triple duct taped and double handcuffed to a chair?)

Anakin narrows his eyes.

"Oreo?" the guy in front of him says. In his head, he's been dubbed the Very Attractive One. The Other One isn't currently in the room with them.

"You'd have to feed it to me," Anakin responds as if he's not leaping at the chance to have another oreo stuffed into his mouth.

The guy looks like he's also, somehow, leaping at the chance to give it to Anakin.

"Well, you'd have to open your mouth," he says. Anakin furrows his brows. As far as he knows, he's never been the target of an assassination attempt, but he feels like he'd probably not react like this.

"You want me to open my mouth, it's gonna have to be for something else," he drawls, turning his head away from The Very Attractive One in order to look out the window.

Master Palpatine wouldn't hesitate to rip his head back to focus on him, on his desires. But this new guy, his target, this Obi-Wan Kenobi only hums. There's the rustle of thin plastic being folded back and forth a few times, before Kenobi hums.

"Would you prefer a sour gummy bear or a regular kind?" the man asks, and before he can stop himself, Anakin is turning back towards him with wide eyes.

#asks #this is the lead up to that moment tbh #its just almost my bedtime tbh #but anakins thought process basically goes if very attractive man will give me this.........#etc etc #bam ahsoka is now part of obi-wan's club #pbatmb #pbatmb au

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never-enough-fanfiction · 3 years

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Joker as a dad

Of coure I can dear anon!

That was a LOT of mess to organize since I had a lot of ideas but it was awesome and funny.

Joker's relationship with his s / o is told in every story, so here I will focus on his relationship with children.

Enjoy!

Joker never planned a family, whatever he might say, he always saw himself attracting misfortune and / or death to everyone close to him.

But damn it, don't even think he is one of those who disappear without a trace at the sight of two lines

This dude is ready to go to the very bottom of hell for his child and will always be within thier screams

He would rather perish than give anyone a chance to drag them through a hell like he has been dragged

Weird uncle Joker has also more patience to his kids than to Shinmon’s twins.

Probably because he loves them more.

Or they are just less feral than the Asakusa’s kids.

Does Joker have any idea how to take care of child? Nope. But he can be childish so they understand each other on mental level.

Kids are easy to impress, especially when you know how to throw flaming cards. At this point, Joker's ego — about how cool he is — is big enough to crush him.

He doesn't know very well what to do then the kid tosses a tantrum. Hysteria is annoying, so he usually sits there doing nothing waiting for them to get over it.

In general, emotions are your field of expression.

Joker don’t have problems with his kids dream jobs. He will only actively discourage them from becoming priests.

He was a lonely wolf for a long time with unlimited freedom, if suddenly he is forced to adapt all his time to children, he will go crazy. Even more than it has already gone. Let him disappear from time to time and wander underground on his own.

Not to mention the need to discover the truth. This man has a work to do.

No problem tossing the kids a bit too high. The good side is that he always catches them.

He is also very fast; some even claim he can teleport. Magical or not, this ability comes in handy every time Joker leap to protect his kids from any harm sometimes even with his own body. He's been through a lot already, a falling vase, being crushed by a wardrobe, and even a fall down the stairs.

One of the first lessons was "Don't trust the empire and the church. Everyone lies." After a while it turned into "Don't trust the empire and the church. Everyone lies, except for mom and me. "

Despite the lack of formal education, Joker learned a lot about the history of the empire through his research, and can help his kids with homework. Only later do you get phone calls from school that your child is questioning everything in the textbook.

Joker generally sees no point in sending his kids to school. Just sit them next to Viktor, and they'll be smarter than their classmates combined.

Is Joker a member of best dads’ club? Hell no.

Does Joker give it his all? Hell yeah.

Trips!

The most important thing for him is that they are independent and have fun in life, and he always care about the second matter when spending time together

Nether is their second home. Or the third, if you include his and Licht's hideout.

They've probably walked around all this "safe Nether" and know more corners than Joker himself.

By "safe" I mean that Joker makes sure no unwanted ears hear that he has someone he cares about and checks in advance destinations of their trips.

Sometimes he also drives with them on his vehicle.

Asakusa is actually one of the safer places on the surface. No one who intends to make life difficult for others will survive in this wonderful place, so automatically there are no Joker's enemies. On the other hand, as long as you don't bother the inhabitants, they don't mind you, no matter how strange you may be. Therefore, you can sometimes meet the Joker showing the city to his children.

Yes, your children are taught to gamble from an early age and grow up with children similar to Hika and Hina, good luck with that.

Uncles!

Viktor, as a crazy uncle, is probably not a surprise to anyone. While it may not be such a good idea to entrust young children with him, when they start school, he is a great source of information.

Licht, on the other hand, is glad to have his own little curious listeners to whom he can show various, strange things.

Just make sure they don’t touch his stuff.

They also know uncle Mr. Burns!

Not that Joker ever told him he has kids. On one trip to Nether while they were playing hide and seek (read: Joker lost the kid out of his sight for a while), he found them talking to Burns.

The captain was intrigued not only by of the sole idea of meeting a child at the bottom of the Nether, but also this one was deceptively resembling an insubordinate teenager from years ago.

Grandpa mode kicks in just a tiny bit.

Now the fun part!

Joker sometimes likes to do something dangerous to feel alive. And his children seem to have inherited it.

You see, when you need to wake Joker up, it's better not to do it violently and if you can't keep your distance, be prepared for the need of sudden dodge. Joker's past looks as it looks, shit happens and there is a chance he will wake up in fight mode

Your kids on the other hand usually are more like:

* Forces his eyelids open * "I need to pee, come with me"

Let's ignore the fact that they needed to pass the toilet door to get into your bedroom

Joker also is best buddies with monsters from under the bed and the wardrobe

#I... I'm not even sure what I've written there #joker fire force #fire force joker #joker 52 #joker52 #joker/52 #fire force HC #joker enen no shouboutai #fire brigade of flames joker #fire force x you #fire force x reader

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elizabethrobertajones · 3 years

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Hello there. I have a question (more like a thesis): What would have happened if Cas told the Truth anywhere between season 7 and 15? Do you think it would have had the same impact on Dean? Logically speaking Cas could have told him anytime.

Oh gosh, yes. I mean Dean’s reaction in season 15 is still the best it could have been really :P He was in the best place and most accepting of himself and he still had a BSOD for a moment and then Cas had to shove him away so he could go die... (Assuming you take the on screen boring presentation of what happened as canon and not throw in the reciprocation, tears, pull in for a kiss, etc that we know exists either in our hearts or on Jackles’ phone.)

I’ve been thinking about this and the parameters we’d have to apply if we were gonna get something like the show being self-healing back to its self as we know it but we were allowed a confession. Also the show has to be as punishing as ever. So these are my personal theses on each season...

Season 7 the confession would have to be after Cas comes back, and everything in 7x17 that looked like Dean was jealous of Daphne and Meg textually was meant to be read that way in the set up for the confession. To make it the most painful obviously we still get Cas exactly as he was all through to the end of the season and he never really says anything too different but then right when they’re having the “cursed or not” discussion he’d bust out of nowhere that he supposes it is inevitable Dean would talk him into going on this dangerous mission to get Dick because obviously Cas loves him. And Dean, who is in a weirdly zen sort of place in the remaining minutes of season 7 after Bobby’s send off and final words that helped him go make up with Cas, is in a similarly season 15 oddly okay spot, mental health wise. At least. COMPARED TO ALL THE REST OF SEASON 7. But I still personally have always read it as a genuinely good place for him that could have endured much longer if not for *gestures everything that happened after stabbing Dick* and obviously making up with Cas was step one and a huge part of his process.

(idk if you’ve noticed but 7x23 pretty much has no Sam and Dean interaction after Bobby’s send off, and their last good broments are really scarce; it feels sort of natural for abrupt calamity and no time for teary farewells in a season with a strong commentary on grief, which also hyperfocuses the attention on Dean n Cas there.)

So I think Dean would maybe be stunned but maybe quirk a sceptical smile like “He can’t mean it like that and anyway he’s currently coo-coo, this doesn’t mean anything hahaha oh Cas :)))” and then idk shake his head and move the story on and Cas just turns one longing look after him like “dammit that didn’t work out like planned”

Anyway then the exact plot beats of 7x23 follow, exactly as seen on your screens, but we’re left going into season 8 and Carver era with Dean far far more messed up about Cas and it can force clarification in 8x02 in Purgatory where Cas is entirely adamant he meant what he meant and furious at Dean for being mad at him and Dean’s mad at Cas for all the season 8 reasons so they continue angsting at each other but Benny’s reaction shots are just 10x funnier. This is followed by Dean’s reciprocation of “I love you” instead of “I need you” in the crypt scene in 8x17 and from there honestly it’s been built up into canon in such a way that the emotional arc of the show has to go off the wheels and I can’t keep to the self-healing model to continue following the “real” plot and contain this much raw power.

Coincidentally, if the first confession is in season 8, it would be “what broke the connection” after a season 8 where nothing was different up until that point. Cas flaps off while Dean is still processing that the answer was “You. I love you.” and Dean is left yelling at the empty crypt like “What the hell, Cas?!”

Then he’s as mad at him as he was in canon except instead of being borderline a really bad overreaction into his anger phase which we have to weather as miserable fans tethered to this ship who know sometimes Dean gets mad and yells at Cas for no reason, he’s reacting proportionately. It’s always seemed like 8x22 only makes sense if Dean is furious at Cas for confessing and fleeing except, obviously, in our “”real”” canon, it can only be like Cas confessed and Dean took it that way and also felt embarrassed how far he went with his own feelings only for Cas to run.

This would make the bar scene with the cupids in 8x23 make a lot more sense too, and after they get the cupid bow Dean’s going to turn to Cas and give him a nervous smile, and then - Naomi flaps in like she does and distracts them away from reciprocation.

I think this one could go long - maybe even season 13 Cas being dead and Dean being like “FUCK I never got a chance to work things out with him” and 13x06 onwards is where we get any actual work on the ship, because Carver era was so determined to be emotionally gruelling and unsatisfying and relentless from one issue to the next. And the confessions are so bound up specifically in the moments of miscommunication or failed attempts, cut off conversations etc that whether Destiel is canon or not, they’re never gonna get to talk it out under those conditions. Cas is only explicitly the grieving wife and jealous ex to Crowley’s smug take over of Dean’s affections rather than subtextually.

The season 9 confession... I feel like we’d come perilously close to the Monkey Paw curse we once envisioned of Buckleming making it canon because they love jumping the gun on plot points and making them too obvious. So the end of 9x03, Cas is really blatantly angling to come in with a big “Hey I’m human can I live in the Bunker look at me I learned to do The Sex can we do it now” kind of vibe. All the enthusiasm he was giving to eating that burrito in the background while “Zeke” was trying to get him kicked out, but with lusting over Dean :P

If we avoid that we can leap to Mr Bobo Berens and his first episode, and have this thing handled by a pro, as it’s already very much about Cas as a homeless queer man with a bad ex he still loves rolling into town where he’s just trying to make a new life and play straight - I mean human - for his own survival. I suspect the confrontation with Iphraim would make it really obvious that Cas didn’t just want to live as a human but had an eye for living as a human with Dean, and then he’d attempt a confession right before Dean would accidentally talk over, like, the L in “love” honestly, to tell him that sorry things do still stand that you can’t come back with me. Leaves Cas utterly devastated but Dean is none the wiser and he drives off and Cas pines piningly at the pine trees in his Gas n Sip.

Again the end of season probably would force the real confession, since there’s a ready made moment in 9x22 where Hannah tries to force Cas to kill Dean and he gives it all up for one man. Cas can just lower that knife and be like, “No, I love him,” talking to his shoes and Hannah rather than meeting Dean’s eyes. Mark of Cain Dean is fuuuucked up at that point but we still get the moment where Dean carries Cas’s bag into the bunker and sits down with him and tries to care about his health and now also this confession. Sussing out what the heck is up with Cas, and maybe he looks like he’s playing it cool and is still so messed up but Cas is vulnerable, and finally Dean starts to reach across the library table for his hand, and it’s a moment where maybe things could have started to go better for them...... Cue Gadreel walking into the library, Dean going feral, blah blah demon!Dean, blah blah explicitly stated Drowley, blah blah muuuch healing and Cas giving Dean a wide berth for a lil while. Though, in this scenario, 10x22 is far worse but has the reverse crypt scene moment, so Dean can be more obviously unable to kill Cas because he loves him, and then he walks out, followed by season 11 and Cas being returned to them. Unfortunately. Yep. Another finger curls on the Monkey Paw... 11x03 by Buckleming would absolutely be where Destiel goes undeniably canon as it is their first real interactions post Mark of Cain. Our only consolation - directed by Jensen Ackles.

Season 10 confession, hm. Poor Cas. He has the option of 10x03, of confessing and then immediately apologising and walking off to handle stuff with Hannah (thanks Buckleming!) or the Burger Date, where Dean may be slightly less stunned stupid but still likely to laugh it off and not believe it. There’s not much heavy tension between them most of the season so it’s possible that the only time Cas would really get is to confess in 10x22 while telling Dean that he would have to watch him murder the world, and that would suck because I love you. At which point the story dictates that Dean beats Cas to paste so it’s a very bad look. Season 10 destiel confession is the worst.

Season 11 may be better because Cas has options to be jealous of Crowley and Dean’s connection to Amara multiple times and then Casifer happens and that can really play up things in a season where a confession is coming.

I think the Beer Run in 11x23 might be the only viable place, where Dean grabs Cas and takes him out for that drive for last drinks before the end of the world. Cas gets the “you’re our brother” thing and just lays into Dean with the certainty of someone who knows this is it - now or nothing - with “You know that’s crap, Dean. You wait until the end of the world and you can’t even say it. Well I can; I love you.”

Cue awkward tension, well-placed interrupting Moose, and then the world very much not ending so that when Dean n Cas hug and kiss in front of Mary in 12x01. Well. There’s even more explaining to do to her. Since we’ve made it to Dabb era, I believe any confessions from this point onwards can just slot into the show as we got it from there since it’s entirely compatible to start season 12 assuming Dean n Cas are literally married and never be contradicted by the text in their behaviour. But since we’ve had canon Destiel since whenever, obviously the final episodes are good instead of. That.

Season 12... Going to have to go with the first sniff of true canon coming in Lily Sunder with just a few lines leaning even further in the Cas’s Angel Family Are Homophobic Assholes metaphor, leaving Cas’s relationship with Dean even more live wire exposed. Followed by The Mixtape Scene where Cas is going to confess to Dean and get him startled up out of his seat, accidentally knocking the mixtape to the floor and for a moment it’s like, did he throw it is he mad? but then he’s smooching Cas, fade to black, return to scheduled programming but the whole line about Cas stealing the Colt from under Dean’s pillow makes fuckin sense, as well as the fall out argument and how mad Dean was at Cas followed by how devastated he was at Cas’s death. This just means Dabb era continues as planned except we get a kiss in 13x06 under that big glowy cross, and some more smooching here and there when things are good from then on.

Season 13... Hm. Cas has to do the confessing and I don’t think he’d throw that at Dean on return from death so unlike if Dean was the one who was being made to confess obviously the aforementioned glowy cross scene obviously would be it for him... Cas could keep that bottled up much longer, especially as he has so much to do with Jack this season. It’s entirely possible we go through the whole season and then Cas lobs it at Dean as a final card when he’s making his Michael decision and we actually see the scene that we didn’t get, where Cas has to watch Dean getting possessed. Except Dean is like, tearful and furious like why would you tell me that now, and anyway i’m doing this for you as well dumbass but fuck you but also how dare you anyway I need to be an archangel now and save our - your - son, bye. Cue Cas sitting there not just in total horror at what happened but also kicking himself for fucking up the moment :P I guess this way at least we can have that moment where Dean is un-Michaeled and tells Cas he’s going to shower and finger guns at him, and now we can have Cas wordlessly and furiously follow him.

Season 14, we get Cas at Rocky’s bar confessing to Dean while figment!Pamela cheers the whole thing on. If there was EVER a time to use the power of love to snap Dean out of it, Cas upsetting his cosy routine with “this isn’t real, I’M NOT HERE IN YOUR FANTASY” is absolutely the time to pull a reverse crypt scene which has such low stakes in terms of neither of them needing to punch each other when Michael is an external aggressor.

My ONLY issue with this is that Sam has to witness the whole thing and we would get reaction shots and I am a weak mortal who will start cackling at them when I’m supposed to be having the transcendent moment of canon and the whole thing would be ruined just because of the way Jared gurns when doing reactions to dean n cas interacting. Wow thanks. Thanks a lot.

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hi hannah! i may have a request 🥺 i've been watching too much tiktok and this two made me want some jungkook skater au 😳 like the reader saw him and went like love at first sight so she purposely buys a skate and goes everyday to the skatepark and start learning just to impress that hot tattooed skater that kinda looks like a bad boy but he's actually a softie. ♡

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late skate

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 7k

glimpse: jungkook would rather wash down his grip tape than spend another hour seeing you land on yOUR ass, a smitten y/n and love at first sight, and tae almost losing his bearings (in all aspects) <3 // gif is from pinterest :D

note: thank you so much for the request babie!!! also i’m sorry since i’ve done this a month late hee-hee bUT but it’s here now!!! fun fact: i used to skate but one time i fell on my ass so hard doing an ollie that i quit ( ˙-˙ )

there is nothing

there is absolutely nothing you hate more than walking home alone and at-

wait u need to shudder

night

times like these make you both angry and scared because fIRST of all

you’re angry because if oNLY (you’re still hoping that u win the lottery soon) you were born to wealth and ease (if you see park jimin one more time in a billboard you’re about to lose it), you wouldn’t have to worry!! or even work for that matter!!!!

you could have a car by now!!!

but you don’t have a car and you’re still saving up for that because you have to keep up with your bills and this nice and decent apartment that you’re living in right now

well if you’re being honest, you are splitting it with yoongi and that cuts back your expenses significantly but that’s besides the point

which is why you’re being extra thrifty!! save up all the money that you could so you could by yourself a car amongst other financial decisions and nOT be scared shitless when walking home

you’re working at the animal shelter most of the time and it’s very fulfilling because of cOURSE!! your job is to care for animals and give them a better chance at everything :D

the pay is more than decent but it’s not the highest sO what you do on your spare time is pick up any job you could!!

and the income that you need is more and more than decent because taking care of chimmy is not an easy feat

chimmy, your alaskan malamute!!! he’s the first puppy you’ve properly taken care of in the shelter and you’ve fallen head over heels for him

he kept bumping into the wall when he scrambles after you call for him but eH you love the clumsy giant still!!

so much so that you file your adoption form for him and run over to mr. kim’s office hurriedly :D

your boss seokjin’s pretty sweet after all but at the same time he’s intimidating!! too sweet and intimidating at the same time that when he approves your form without much question, you almost kiss his cheek

...

.... hehe

jin beat you to it and instead he gave you a side-hug with a very strict warning to take care of chimmy and provide everything that he needs

he eats 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓂 dog food and you could only assume the amount that he needs because of how he towers

the treats?? one time yoongi got overly-excited to take a picture of him and accidentally left the bag on the ground, and when he came back?? chimmy’s managed to inhale all of them

thankfully he’s only loyal to one (1) toy and it’s to this brown angry... entity..? with one tooth that yoongi’s made by himself

but he constantly has to replace the stuffing because chimmy nOTICES when it’s flat and unstuffed from his own doings

hehehe the grooming.....

you thank your lucky stars that jin gives you a discount to have chimmy groomed!!

one time you were about to have a breakdown because a $100 grooming session simply didn’t click well with your ongoing budget and you decided to do it yourself :D

spoiler alert: chimmy kept barking at you when you held up the mirror to his face because wOOF did you just... d-did you give him bangs.... how was that possible....

and then sECOND of all is that well.,.,.,

you’re scared and that’s it

there is every possible reason for you to be scared :D

you get off from work at 5!! but now it’s quarter to 8 and you totally should’ve booked an uber but it completely slipped your mind

normally, you wouldn’t walk home alone though because chimmy comes with you to the shelter, and then he serves as a therapy dog of sorts to help ease and calm down the new rescues!!

he even has his own little ID oh my god :’)

but he doesn’t come in everyday and well you remember,.,.

no actually, yoongi REMINDS you that today is his day-off at work and explictly implied that he’d very much love to cuddle with a giant alaskan malamute as he gets his well-deserved rest

and yoongs has been the reason to why you don’t unravel every single day and you owe him for your life so yea okay you can have chimmy whenever you need this giant pillow of support <3

but no

you don’t have chimmy with you and you don’t have anyone to bark and be willing to growl n intimidate any creepy dudes you could possibly encounter on this twenty-minute walk home

the extra coffee you’ve drank at 6 in lieu of dinner does not help at ALL

what if you just... run

that way you get home faster and you won’t have to be that antsy!!!

ok maybe just a light jog would do

you wanna go home so badly and take a shower and be sandwiched between your warm sheets and sleep all the way

you miss chimmy and yoongi and you just hOPE that he’d already cooked dinner and you won’t have processed food again for the third time in a week

and after dinner maybE you could treat yourself to online shopping because yoongs has also been pestering you to let yourself indulge once in a while

your thoughts are jumbled once panicked and it reminds you that yes you should definitely get a car and you know what??? you probably should-

wait fUCK

...

....

wait

hold on a second

did you just manage to narrowly dodge what seems to be a skateboard in mid-air??????

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

said taehyung is jumping down and crouching to pick up the deck at your feet and squeaks an “oop sorry ‘bout that!!” before going back and

well...

mr. “taehyung, you dumbass!!” is who you presume to be the speaker,, because well no one eLSE is in this skatepark at 9 in the evening,,,, is standing RIGHT underneath the light and is right at your line of sight

it’s as if the clouds are opening up and chimmy’s barking could be heard and everything you deem perfect is ringing right in your ears because god.... holy shit.....

he looks and probably feels like a warm-sized bed that smells of baby powder and fresh linen

he has a hoodie on with the sleeves scrunched up and you tHANK yourself that you’ve saved up enough to get lasik eye surgery because those tattoos...,.,. you r positive that they would be your demise

mr. TYD has a loose bucket hat on yet you could still see his features clearly and you aren’t lying when you say he is perhaps the most breathtaking thing you’d ever seen

even more breathtaking than seeing chimmy in the laundry room and having fished for your one good perfect bra in his mouth

huh

you’re pretty sure this is what love at first sight must feel like

suddenly, you aren’t anxious at all and you’re instantly gravitating towards the ramp without much complaint

there’s a bench conveniently placed in which you could see him but he won’t see you

you find yourself sticking around and smiling when you see him goofing around in all good fun

hopefully you don’t look like a cREEP because you swear you aren’t!!!! and hopefully they don’t notice you either and find out then and there that you’re here in a skatepark withOut a skateboard,,, just sitting,,, to see him

this may not be your best idea yet lmao yes you’re gonna admit that

but it’s probably the first and last time that you’re ever gonna see him so might as well watch him for awhile!! that’s all!!!!

ok wait

this is definitely a bad idea because yoongi calls you and you forgOt to put it on silent and it’s his voice that greets you very rudely as soon as you pick up

“y/n where the FUCK are you???”

oh lmao it’s quarter to 10 already

“jeez, i’m coming home!! calm down!!”

“yeah tell that to chimmy who’s been worried sick with me and won’t stop hOWLING!!!”

you’re scrambling to gather your duffel and sneak oNE last look at him and ur practically pouting as you say goodbye to him under your breath

:((

“... aw, you worry about me?”

you resume back to jogging on your way home and this time for rEAL

you’re gonna miss him

he’s like one of the random dudes you see in the mall that are sO breathtaking and you know you’re never gonna see them again

you didn’t even manage to catch his name :((

but whoever he is, he feels a little more different than a dude in a mall because this time, you feel like you’re gonna cRY at the thought of it

little did you know that jungkook could see you all this time and he’s sad to see you go

chimmy is the first to leap at you as soon as you come through the door

and if you didn’t anticipate the giant, then you’d probably be toppled over by now

yoongi finds it weird that there’s this lingering gentle smile on your face

well he shouldn’t be so shOcked because he sees you talking to yourself when you’re watching documentaries and cooking

(( he always checks if there’s a camera hidden somewhere in the kitchen and you were vlogging or something but nO!!! ))

it’s like you’re a third-grader again that goes fERAL at just the thought of their crush

you hope mr. tyd has already eaten breakfast and hasn’t had any injuries with his skateboarding

you’re trying to rationalize with yourself that it’s just a stOOpid and pathetic crush to harbor in less than a day and stop thinking about him

the universe must seem to hate aND love you at the same time because well would you look at tHAT

it’s 5 in the afternoon and you have chimmy beside you and you’re walking home

and that’s practically your routine ever since you’ve gotten this job

it would only differ if a situation like last night happens or when you’re too tired to walk home oR when it’s raining

but right now it’s your normal workday, and you’re walking home, and it’s sunny, aND THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU’VE SEEN HIM

this is also the first time that you’ve seen him in such a situation that you didn’t expect :O

the fact that you’ve mayhaps watched kimi no nawa last night with yoongi and perhaps 98 times before that, does not help at all

“you uh, y-you wanna go for a run on the grass, chim??”

there’s this mini field besides the skatepark and chimmy happily jUMPS at the mention of grass :D

aha oh well :D would you look at that :D your dog wants to go run on the grass that’s a couple feet away from the skatepark :D who are you to stop him anyways?? :D

chimmy’s more than happy to comply with your wish and vice versa because he’s having the time of his life clearly

he’s your pawman and the perfect variable so you wouldn’t seem like a third-grader with a helpless crush on anOther third-grader

it seems that hE’S more excited than you though because chimmy runs to the ramp instead of the grass!!!

and in the process he goes UP to greet a guy like he does with you whenever you come home!!! it’s harmless pouncing per se

but it’s not entirely harmless because it feels like chimmy knows EXACTLY what’s in your mind and what he’s doing

“chimmy!!!”

.....

...... of course

chimmy has to of cOurse pounce on him

jungkook wasn’t surely expecting a giant and overly-friendly alaskan malamute to pounce on him right when he was about to drop-in

it’s a pleasant surprise either because it’s-

wait

oh my god

is this yOU?????

listen.,.

jungkook was in the skatepark last night with taehyung and they took advantage of it because they were the only ones there!!

tae surely wasn’t kidding when he said that he was a novice because holy sHIT how was it possible that he sent a skateboard flying mid-air after a failed trick??

kook flinches when he follows it in his line of sight and notices that there’s someone down there who might be literally dECKED out of tae’s stupidity

he’s about to yell for this passer-by to dodge and-

time seems to move quicker because you’re already stopping yourself and flinching in place and then looking up

you’re rIGHT underneath this street lamp and jungkook sighs a breath of relief when he realized that you weren’t hit

but at the same time he’s gasping again because wow

t-that’s uhm-

okay

wHEW he has never felt this pressure in his chest ever since he joined a quizbee in 8th grade

would it be-

ok nevermind

WOULD IT BE TOO FORWARD FOR HIM TO SAY THAT HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU ALREADY

you’re really beautiful??? and frankly he has to look away for a second because you’re tOO beautiful that he doesn’t know what to do with himself

that’s it u are under arrest for being too pretty >:(

jungkook’s flustered because there’s just these types of people that put a knot on his chest unknowingly and he doesn’t know how to act normally

you are the equivalent of him not being able to look at the screen because the kdrama was that good and he feels unworthy to even watch it

it’s goosebumps all over his skin and he’d be lying when he says his cheeks are not heating up at aLL

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

his first instinct is to scold taehyung because what iF he ended up hurting you with his skateboard, hmm?? and tHEN what

he expected you to leave after that close-call and if everyone must know, jungkook has an incredible talent at being able to scope out things in his peripheral vision

he could look straight ahead and be able to see what you were also doing at the side

he doesn’t know if that’s a talent or uH everyone has it but whatever he can do that!!!

and you were clearly still there and in fact, even sIT down on the bench

he could see you smiling and giggling and a ginormous part of him assumes that it’s because of him

he prays to god that it’s NOT the guy who almost decked you with a skateboard ://

jungkook was acting weird and he kept smiling and laughing mORE than necessary and taehyung can see right through him

“bro all i did was walk towards you wtf are you laughing,,.,”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHHA tae you’re so silly XD”

alrighty then,, maybe jungkook just binge-ate his vitamin gummies which is why he keeps beaming for an unknown reason

koo was so grumpy literally just before he had his skateboard flying and now he’s ???? weird

jungkook was ultimately sad to see you get up and he knows he’s probably never gonna see you again ok alright time to mope

but this

this

he’s beyond surprised to see that said owner of giant dog happens to be yOU!! of all the people!!!!

it’s you!

“i’m so so sorry about him!! he’s just excited to make friends with everyone and i don’t have the sLIGHTEST clue why he came to you!!”

you pointedly look at chimmy and he has the audacity to howl before looking away

it hasn’t dawned on you that you’re talking and apologizing to him but it certainly did on jungkook which is why he’s charmingly laughing already

“no, no. it’s okay, i don’t mind!! his name’s chimmy, then?”

you’re blinking profusely because yes.. right.. HE is talking to you

“yeah, uh, correct!! his name’s chimmy :)”

“that’s cute. anyways, i’m jungkook :)”

aha :D

koo would like to think that he is smooth

and yes you agree

you immediately shake his hand tOO eagerly with a smile on your face as you’re trying to take this all in

“i’m y/n :)”

jungkook’s hand is bigger than yours and your hand fits sNUGLY right into his hold

he has some tattoos on his hands and there’s some peaking from underneath his hoodie

but even with ur lasik vision you cAN’T focus because omg are you seriously holding jungkook’s hand.,.,

jungkook as in THEE jungkook that you’ve immediately clocked and crushed on last night in an instant

your lil moment of just holding each other’s hands is interrupted when taehyung pops out of nOwhere

(( actually he’s been there for the past two minutes and he kept switching between cooing and laughing ))

“yO i’m taehyung!!! you must be y/n, i didn’t nick you last night, did i?”

he takes it upon himself to hug you right then and there

well he’s warm and he passes the internal vibe check yoongi’s hotwired into your brain so you reciprocate!! you like hugs anyway and taehyung’s just like chimmy but in human form

jungkook practically squawks and stammers in his place because w-why.. w-what...... no

chimmy bARKS at taehyung and koo is tempted to do the same too because no man you simply do nOt hug my crush that you know absolutely nothing about

“he’s asking for you.”

kook points to chimmy who’s obviously pouncing on you to come run with him

you excuse yourself so you could go satisfy the giant and jungkook felt like his heart was gonna fall out of his aSS

tae wiggles his eyebrows and has his lips pursed and it’s the shit-eating grin that he immediately flips off as soon as he sees it

“what was that all about?”

you are convinced

you are 100% convinced

your head is fully-set into the game and in no way are you gonna back out

“min yoongi!!”

ah there it is

yoongi’s having the time of his life playing fetch with chimmy! what could possibly be any more important in this world than that

“what did i do now?”

you only call out his full name when a) you’re agitated and when b) he’s ignoring you and you’ve had enough of it

he really doesn’t recall giving you the cold shoulder recently

and he certainly didn’t agitated you when all he’s done is play with chimmy and sleep!!!

“please click this for me pls. click. please. pls click.”

aH yoongi should’ve brought his glasses instead of leaving them on the couch

you’re holding out your laptop to him with your arms outstretched and he has to come really close to decipher and-

... huh

“a skateboard?”

pardon him but he’s really lost on this one ok

he is as lost as he was when walmart decided to completely rearrange the whole store

“... and what do you need a skateboard for? y/n when i said that you should get yourself a four-wheeler, i didn’t mean a skateboard-”

in what part does a skateboard look like an SUV

whY are you like this

“it’s for uh... it’s for fun purposes!!”

you’re trying not to raise any more questions in yoongi’s mind but his head is miles miles away now lol

???? you hate trying new things though ???

one time you traded in your beef ramen for pork ramen because the first one was out of stock and throughout the whole meal you kept thinking how much you regretted it

and besides, skateboarding would be the last thing you’d get into!!!

yoongi distinctly remembers that you’d rather choke on chewing gum rather than get your knees scraped

why was that?? because when your knees get scraped, walking and doing everything else?? impossible

nice try sherlock but the moment you do so much as to not stand up straight?? sIT down?? yeah your knees would give out

what has got to be something so special that you’d wanna get into skateboarding and risk yourself into getting your knees scraped??

....

omg is that what he thinks it is

“... it’s a crush, isn’t it?”

the way you instantly shut him down and practically have to beg him just to press the check out button.,..

aha

yeah yoongi’s gotten his answer alright :D

whatever this is

or whatever that’s going on

you’re sure that you’ve never felt this content for a long time

you now bring a change of clothes so you wouldn’t go skating in your uniform because that just honestly sucks

you may be too tired to walk to the skatepark which is why sometimes you’d book a ride, but no you’re never tOO tired to skate and see jungkook :D

it’s frustrating enough as it is

yoongi used to skate and that’s the reason why you’ve found this shortcut in the first place because this was where the park was!! you’d always think at the back of your head on wHY was yoongi struggling!!!

smh that’s so easy yoongs </3

joke’s on you now though because trying to balance on the board in the first place scared you shitless because hOW were you supposed to do this??

you can ride a bike and that has tWO wheels and this has fOUR bearings!!! how come you can’t balance yourself??

even managing to stand up on the board without panicking for more than ten seconds AND managing to shift from left to right even if it’s albeit shaky at first, took you a wHOLE evening

but you’re so proud of yourself and so is jungkook :D

jungkook finds it the highlight of his night when you’d hold onto him

yes he knOws you have it under control now and you barely hold onto him for support

“just so you won’t fall, that’s all.”

he always evades your eyes when you go look up at him dreamily like that because how could he not???

you’ve covered the basics of pushing yourself then simultaneously riding the skateboard!!

you do that for one WHOLE week and both jungkook and tae (and yoongi) think it’s time that you do something else besides skate in one straight line and occasionally to a left and a right

ok you’re kind of scared shitless because you already fell a couple of times but y’know what?? it’s time!!

society has progressed past the need of you skating in a straight path

the society NEEDS you to do tricks now

.....

........

confession time:

dear diary the kickflip is simply not kicking the board in an attempt to flip it by itself. it is not. it is not as easy as it sounds. it is the bane of my existence

it’s evident that you’re stalling out of your way with this one but you just need oNE success and that’s it!!! one win to woo jungkook from his feet and then you’d stop

tae has already shut you up too because you keep talking about how your day went when you already is set four times before that

and it must’ve been a lucky first time because you absolutely nAIL it on the first try!!!

you honestly thought you’d land square on your ass and see bruises on it later in the shower but N-O!! you’ve done it perfectly and-

jungkook’s not looking

he didn’t see your feat!!

or maybe he didn’t see it because he chosE not to!!!

maybe doing a kickflip is nothing impressive and it’s obvious that he’s a pro at this compared to you who’s even more of a novice that makes taehyung look like a god

you can’t have that :((

ok ok hOW can you impress jungkook

there must be something you could do to impress him!!

omg

that’s it

this is practically perfect!!

you’re gonna do your first drop-in at a pipe that is nowhere gOOD for a beginner like you :D

one, two, th-

“easy, doll.”

jungkook materializes out of nowhere and you expected him to be skating at the far end!! not mere inches away from your face holding your hANDS

this is the first time you’ve seen jungkook actually this close and you just have this urge to kiss his cheek

he has you whipped for him and he hasn’t even done anything to you!!!

“not the best idea to go down an eight-foot tall half-pipe for your first time, hm?”

he scrunches his nose at your absurd thoughts because absolutely wHY would you do that??

how could you fall in love with him even mORE

“do the two-feet tall one first. go have taehyung teach you.”

the grin in your face goes as fast as it came

no offense to taehyung but he’s not the one your head-over-heels for :((

practically everyone knows about your crush on jungkook BESIDES jungkook himself

you’re tapping tae on the shoulder to come and teach you while you just watch kook shred it at the other side of the park by himself

it’s okay!! progress is progress and you’re gonna get far with jungkook!!

going to the skatepark right after work is now your new routine

sometimes you even come with yoongi when he’s free and he takes all his time to gloat on how you used to make fun of him when he was skating avidly back then

that gives you a grand total of three (3) people teaching you how to skate and giving you pointers

jungkook also now holds conversation from time to time :D

he’d ask you how your day went and you’d have to pretend that you didn’t wait for him to ask so you’re not spilling detail after detail

he now does this thing of pinching your cHEEK when you get something right

your heart after doing an ollie goes bEEP when he pinches your cheek and tells you eagerly that you did such a good job

yoongi’s laid off his teasing for you and jungkook but god he can’t deny that he gets these weird vibes from him

eh it’s probably nothing

today you’re especially excited because it was an outfit that you just bought and you feel gREAT in it!!!

tbh your day was the absolute worst but jungkook is always a great pick-me-up to whatever day you could have :)

a tennis skirt with shorts already built underneath is the greatest save of ur life

it’s a little on the more expensive side because it IS a name-brand and those don’t come cheap but it’s ok :D it’s gonna be worth it :D it better be :D

oh uhm

jungkook seems different today.... ?

you were used to him looking intimidating and mad even if he wasn’t, but this time it just felt emphasized even more

taehyung’s here but he’s not the only one!!! there’s two guys with jungkook on the other side of the ramp

“those are his friends, i guess?? i don’t know, he hasn’t introduced them to me.”

so you’re nOT the only one who’s lost

jungkook will probably come around later and you could all hang out again :))

chimmy happily chuffs at your side and that just gives taehyung the most wonderful idea he’s ever had this day

“hEY which one of us do you think could out-skate chimmy???”

jungkook is utterly and without a doubt stressed

he knew that hoseok and namjoon would come over, but he didn’t expect that they’d visit him while he was in the park!!!!

and he already knows what they’re here for and that just makes him grimace :((

“why don’t you want to go pro?”

koo’s ears feel like bleeding when hobi asks him that for the nth time

god it’s always just the sAME question!! he could practically sniff the air on what they’re gonna say next

“jungkook, i think we all know that you’re more than qualified to be a pro!! look at you!!”

it’s the same conversation over and over again

the next things they’d say are that he’s a natural and he’s wasting all his talent doing this thing cASUALLY

he’s not the next tony hawk or anything like that!!! he’s not gonna book a sponsorship and a collaboration with vans!!! but hobi and joon kEEP insisting that he’s that good

“hyung, i think we’ve already talked about this-...”

“yes and you refusE to listen!! why can’t you just accept the fact that you have a much better future in this??”

jungkook’s currently a freelance graphic designer which means he works from home and he’s in charge of his oWN schedule

but it doesn’t necessarily mean that every single day he gets a new commission or anything grand like that

he’s gonna be honest and say that yES he has thought of being a pro skater!! but he’s trying to be as rational as possible about it

because not every competition would be a win and not competitions don’t happen as frequent as a typical job is!!

and what iF jungkook gets injured?? something of an injury that would lay him off from skating

and being unable to skate??? = he basically gets nOTHING

he feels pressures because hobi and joon are pro skaters already!! and that gives them all the more reason to make jungkook into one

not to flex but uh they’re both quite already kNOWN

and jungkook hasn’t even started his pro career but he’s already known!!! both by his skills and the fact that he’s friends with these two champions

“i literally do not care if you beat me!! just come take the leap and be a pRO already, jungkook!!! it’s a loss as it is that you still consider yourself an amateur.”

their words, not his

ok uhm what if

what if jungkook opens a skate clinic?? he can do what he loves and in the same time, earn money!!

... yeah

okay!

that could work!! and if he feels extra prepared, then yeah maybe he’d be a pro

or would a skate clinic be useless if he isn’t a pro by then???

oh my god

jungkook’s so frustrated with all this sudden bombarding and it makes him want to tug at his hair

as much as he loves his hyungs, sometimes they just can’t seem to know when to back oFF and realize that their nudging is more like shoving

“do something productive and worth your time, jungkook. stop babysitting.”

namjoon says with an edge and that tames jungkook

what makes it worse was what they were implying in the first place

hoseok doesn’t make it discreet to look at taehyung and you

“tae, tae, look!! i’m doing it, i’m doing it!!”

you’re saying over your shoulder because omg you’re getting the lead and chimmy’s slowed down for some reason

well actually taehyung’s took it upon himself to stop behind you

“guys?”

you get an immediate answer when you feel someone effectively hALT you still and you almost fall on your ass just by the sheer strength of someone holding you up

jungkook’s holding you down and his hands are quite heAVy on your arms

there’s this unexplainable look on his face but you’re positive that it’s not one of happiness

“you should probably stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing.”

to be honest you’re unsure of how to react

but the way that jungkook looks like he’s mad at you and retreats back to those two guys with a scoff in his step --

it’s enough

it’s truly enough for you to reevaluate every decision you’ve ever made

maybe it’s simply not just a bad day for you and a case of overthinking thigs,, and it’s perhaps the fact that he want you to stop

stop whatever that is happening

you probably must be frozen in place because chimmy bounds and pounces at you

you probably must’ve looked like an utter fool,, skating in a tennis skirt and trying to outrace a damn dog in a fucking skatepark,, right in front of jungkook and his friends

“y/n, you uh, y’okay?”

tae’s worried because there’s an instant shift to your mood and he could only assume what you were feeling

tears prick at the back of your eyes and that’s the signal for you to gather your things in a flash because the last thing you’d want is to cRY in front of him

“y-yeah! i’m gonna go home, tae. chimmy’s looking for yoongi.”

the dog in question tilts his head because w hat now,,,.,., wha t,.,. he is???

you learned that dogs could smell emotions and that makes you even sadder

chimmy was behaved the whole time; didn’t even try straying you around when he keeps seeing umbrellas on the street even if he loves them

you’re okay

you should be okay

....

there’s something definitely off

yoongi’s cleaned everything and did his share of chores

the tv is still mounted and the microwave’s clean!!

chimmy didn’t have a toilet accident because if he did, he would’ve already picked it up

there’s definitely something off with yOU

because first of all, why are you here???

“not coming to the park?”

if he can recall correctly, no matter how knackered you were after work, you’d still go to the skatepark!!

... not unless you were injured??

nah because if you were injured then you’d be whining to him now

“nope :)”

you’re lying on the couch where he usually lies nowadays because you weren’t around!!

and you’re drinking from your mug that he’s claimed as his mug

and chimmy’s squished in between the tiny gap of you and the far edge of the couch

“and why?”

he’s always had answers for everything but his mind’s bLANK for this

“wanna spend time with you guys :)”

okay

that’s gotta be the answer, right???

this is definitely weird

for starters, it’s already 11 PM and jungkook’s still in the skatepark and he’s not even skating anymore

he’s just waiting

weird... you aren’t here.......

aH it’s nothing :D you’re probably just tired and didn’t want to go skate

oh and.. you’re not here the next day

or the next

or the nEXT

jungkook spends almost the entirety of his time in the park

he goes there at 3 in the afternoon and comes home at 11 in the evening

no big deal

half of the time is just spent him actually skating and the other is figuring out wHERE you are

uh maybe you’ve started to take ubers now every time you come home??

you’re not walking home anymore and the car would pass by the skatepark and jungkook wouldn’t have a single clue where you are

it’s also this time that it dawns on him that he has no means whatsoever to contact you

he didn’t ask for your number and didn’t exchange socials so he could only gUESS

he can’t come over to your apartment either because he hasn’t walked you home and therefore he wouldn’t know your address

holy shit he’s so dumb and jungkook misses you a lot

like a whole whole lot

he misses you holding onto his shoulders for support and misses your excited grin whenever you nail a trick and had a perfect run

there’s nothing that jungkook could dO besides wait

and miss you so much

and mope

kook doesn’t want to give up and miss a day because what iF you pass by when he’s not there???

he can’t have that and he wON’t have that

he’s just so antsy and he hasn’t had his fix of chimmy bounding towards him and the malamute intentionally pouncing on him whenever he’d drop-in so he could lose his balance

he just needs to see you and your duffel bag and the precious yet beat-up wristwatch you have and-

WAIT

THAT’S YOU!!!

jungkook’s brought his perfume the past few days because he wouldn’t want to be aND smell sweaty when he sees you again

he’s wearing a shirt this time and nOT a hoodie and it’s actually a nice shirt!! the pale orange makes his tattoos pop

he’s also wearing a watch so he could look business-ish and composed and he kinda hATES watches because uhhhh you ever heard of a phone, buddy??

you’re walking striaght and paying no mind at all and to your surrounding and-

there’s suddenly this cRASH in front of you and it makes you recall in response because that came out of nowhere

... and this feels oddly familiar

only this time though, it’s intentional and it’s jungkook who literally tHREW his skateboard down on the spot in front of you

“y/n? wow, what a coincidence!”

you didn’t expect to see jungkook as soOn as you anticipated that he wouldn’t be here

he laughs nervously and he tries not to overanalyze the fact that your face is blank

“yup. totally.”

you’re avoiding his gaze and meanwhile he’s searching desperately for yours

what is he feeling and why is it hurt and longing at the same time

“can i walk you home?”

the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even ponder over them longer

“i uh, i rEALLY can’t believe i never asked to walk you home!! or even ask for your number!!! but uHhhh it’s late at night and to be honest i don’t have your number and i just need to know that you’re safe and-”

he stops his rambling right there because he realizes that he’s a stuttering nervous mess

you’re a bit speechless because normally you’re the chatty one but this one.,.,,. this one’s a pleasant surprise

“yeah, yeah. okay :)”

he can’t believe either that you agreed to it but he’s immediately gathering himself and swoops your duffel for him to hold

he’s not gonna entertain a single complaint <3

it’s not exactly the most tensioned silence ever but it’s definitely nOT comfortable

“why didn’t you come to the park?”

okay well sHIT you didn’t expect him to be this straightforward

wait no

you shouldn’t be surprised!! after all, he probably did mean what he said the last time you’ve seen him

what are u gonna say now

well you coulD say that you’re busy and he’d probably fall for it!!

or reiterate the truth that he’s implied and say it with a straight face

“oh. i started intentionally falling on my ass because i missed you,” jungkook spills out of nowhere while waiting for your answer and he now realizes that might’ve been a little awkward

after all he dID admit that he missed you

ahem

“did i uhm... did i say something?”

he rephrases his question and he knows that this was the more appropriate one

your coping mechanism is to kick on the ground as if there were leaves and there are absolutely nO leaves <3

“jungkook, you told me to stop.”

he blinks rapidly at that as he tries to digest your words

he’s trying to backtrack as much as possible and it wasn’t that!!

he simply doesn’t wanna see you hurt

“i can’t explain it but holy shiT i can’t see you hurt!! a-and i know that being hurt in skating is normal but for sOME reason i can’t stand it when i see you in pain o-or-...”

jungkook just can’t explaiN what he feels

“i just -- i just don’t gEt why you’d want to be hurt?? whY are you doing this to yourself??”

you find him ridiculous and this whole situation is just rIDICULOUS

“jesus christ jungkook i did it to try and impress a guy!!”

that earns you a snort and you immediately go defensive

he seems irked and his eyes are just beGGING to be rolled

“who?? taehyung?? the guy who would’ve wiped you out if he did end up hitting you on the head with the deck just a little harder??”

“what? taehyung???” you’re so confused and jungkook hates it even more, “yeah, taehyung!!”

“i like you, jungkook!”

o-oh

uhm

a.....ha

“me?”

he points to himself to which you eagerly nod your head to

“can you excuse me for one second?”

he barely gives you the time to respond because he’s already walking away and biting his arm

he’s actually sCREAMING

you throw your head back because omg did the two of you just basically admit that you liked each other

jungkook jogs back to where you stand a presses a hefty kISS right on your cheek

he’s on too much of a high that he holds your hand and practically drags you along with him because he’s almost skIPPING from how happy he is

“okay. good. nice. very good!!!” he could now sigh in relief because whEW that robbed him off his breath

“because i fell for you when i first saw you.”

jungkook basically has nO filter now and it’s adorable because god he’s just so soft and you now know what’s going and this wouldn’t be just whatever

“huh. imagine if yOU fell for me too at the same time,,,, that would make me piss my pants.”

he cackles because wow he dO be funny :D

he’s turning to look at you to gauge at your reaction and the waY that you’re holding your eye contact with him is all-telling for your answer

oh my god

jungkook is wrapped around your pinky :’)

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could write some general withered freddy and withered foxy headcanons , thank you so much ! uwu

I did a random generator to choose who I do for a concept and got Foxy so, here we go! Animatronic or android, does not matter. I haven't been saying this lately as I thought it went without saying for my fics but, no dead kids as usual.

Yandere! Withered Foxy Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Blood, Biting, Murder mention, Sadism, Isolation, Implied mind break on Foxy's part, Kidnapping mention, Torture mention, Jealousy, Malfunctioning robot, Corpse mention, Death, Delusional behavior, Dark content.

- Withered Foxy, compared to his original counterpart, is much more irritable.

- Just think about what he's gone through...

- He went from being kept in a small cove to being locked in a smaller room.

- He's even more isolated than before.

- He's also never seen a repair in what feels like years.

- Most of the withereds are irritable due to neglect and disrepair, but Foxy may be the worst.

- Your first few encounters with him would be dangerous.

- In a way, this Foxy is one of the more feral ones other than Nightmare Foxy.

- He still taunts and talks, but most of the time he devolves into this more animalistic behavior.

- Your only defense is that flashlight on your desk that runs out just a little too fast for your liking.

- Something Foxy knows well.

- Your first 'formal' encounter with the decrepit bot was probably when your flashlight ran out of battery.

- The fox took a running leap onto your desk before giving you a crude grin, his jaw clearly not in the best condition.

- "Why hi there, matey... It appears you're at a disadvantage here. I haven't played a game like this in a LONG time... I do hope we see each other often."

- It was then you're subjected to the bot wounding you.

- Both on purpose and by accident.

- You left that encounter with deep wounds and a trip to the hospital.

- Fazbear Entertainment had bribed you to keep your mouth shut....

- You had made sure to keep extra batteries, or when they allowed you, go on dayshift where the bots were less violent.

- You can try alerting the STAFF about the old Foxy bot's violent behavior but there's a good chance they won't do much.

- When has this company ever done something for their employee's safety?

- Foxy is sadistic and feral in this state, but he has moments when he's more... lucid?

- He does enjoy seeing you as you're one of the only faces he's seen in a long time.

- The only contact he gets is usually from the other withereds.

- Which is probably why he takes such a liking to a new face.

- It feels great to see someone new!

- Even if he has to hold back from biting you or cutting into you with his hook.

- He really can't help it, isolation rots the servos.

- Foxy may be a bot who'd accidentally kill his darling, there's a high chance of it too.

- Such a thought and action devastates him yet if he gets too worked up it can happen.

- He gets a bit too excited at bloodshed compared to his original counterpart.

- Although, like his other counterparts, he craves attention.

- He hates being alone and will seek you out when you're on duty.

- He recognizes your voice, which means if he hears you he'll sneak out of Parts & Service to greet his newest best mate.

- You could use your flashlight to punish him if he gets to dangerous, luckily.

- The light blinds him and resets him temporarily, he'll be annoyed but hopefully won't attack you for it.

- Jealousy comes easy for him, he hates the idea of the other withered bots stealing your attention.

- Even more so when he thinks of those plastic toys-

- Dislikes Mangle, utterly despises the fact his parts weren't even used for anything good.

- "You're telling me... I was used... to make that!?"

- "Please, dearie, no need to be so rude because you envy me."

- "I envy nothing about you."

- He'd tear apart those newer bots if he could.

- There's a time where he dragged you into Parts & Service for your shift to keep you there with him.

- He may be even more violent than before, yet he still craves attention like it's a drug he can't get enough of.

- Would bite you, not even a little like he'd go all out if you let him.

- Which is what caused your first hospital visit.

- He can be quite rough and reckless with you, forgetting you're flesh and not metal like him.

- If he isn't careful, you may become unfixable.

- What would he do without his best mate?

- He can't bear sinking back into loneliness if you die.

- Even if you accidentally die by his hands, he'd be delusional just enough to not let go of you.

- The dayshift will have to try and pry your corpse from him, as disturbing as that sounds, unfortunately.

- Would kidnap you to try and keep you past your shift, just in case you never come back again.

- Murder, as said before, is something he'd resort to.

- Doesn't matter if his victim is human or robot, they'll face his sadistic wrath if he dislikes them enough.

- After all these years, Foxy finally has an audience to pay attention to him.

- Why would he give you up when he finally has the attention he deserves?

- "You're stuck here with me, matey. Let's have a little fun while we're together, shall we?"

#yandere fnaf #yandere five nights at freddys #yandere fnaf 2 #yandere withered foxy

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peachyteez · 4 years

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second chances ≫ DAY ONE, STRANGE NURSE.

as a feral wolf hybrid that was violent with all of the employees assigned to him, seonghwa was subjected to be put down. however, jiyu being the softhearted feral hybrid nurse she was, she decided to save seonghwa no matter what.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: featuring bunny!soobin because i couldn’t resist.

next。

hybrids. half human, half animal. humans that not only possess an animal’s features and personality, but also have the ability to shapeshift into their respective animal.

owning a hybrid wasn’t something uncommon. as a matter of fact, it’s an idea actually encouraged by society. of course, there were people who take advantage of their authority over hybrids and force them into unspeakable, sometimes even illegal, acts for their own benefits or pleasures.

and jiyu despised them.

she never understood how some people have the heart to selfishly exploit their own hybrids. hybrids were practically considered humans, too, were they not? so why treat them as if they were worthless?

“jiyu!”

a voice snapped her out of her thoughts. looking up, she noticed yeonjun, one of her coworkers and deskmate, staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

“sheesh, i called your name three times and it was like i didn’t even exist!” he whined.

jiyu lightly scoffed before she continued typing up a progress report for one of the hybrids under her care. “sorry, got lost in my thought again,” she apologized. “but what’s up?”

yeonjun handed her a stack of files. “can you enter these into the system? some are new and some have to be...” he trailed off, trying to find a soft way to put it.

jiyu knew what he meant. “okay. just leave them here, i’ll get to them once i’m done with soobin’s report.”

“ah, the new bunny! how’s he doing?” yeonjun asked, seeming eager to know about the condition of the new bunny hybrid that was recently admitted into the recovery facility.

jiyu smiled as she saved the document. “he’s making progress. he spoke a little more today compared to when he first came in.”

yeonjun sat down next to jiyu. “that’s good to hear. poor guy was so timid before,” he reminisced.

jiyu took the top file and started sorting through the contents. “he was. he barely spoke a full sentence.” flipping through the contents of the file, jiyu realized it was for a hybrid that was about to be put down. “park seonghwa...” she read the name aloud.

yeonjun leaned over to take a peek. “oh, yeah. he’s under my care, but he got transferred over to the feral ward. probably has some hatred or distrust against humans since he keeps attacking the nurses that come in for his checkup,” he said.

jiyu kept silent as she looked at the picture of the wolf hybrid attached to the file. she frowned. no hybrid deserved to be put down. but alas, she didn’t have any say over the matter since upper management makes the final calls over matters like that.

“jiyu, you can go on your lunch break now,” yeonjun nudged. “it’s twelve–thirty.”

standing up, jiyu strectched her arms over her head. “just leave the files on my desk. i’ll finish entering them in when i get back,” she said before leaving the office. yeonjun hummed in acknowledgement.

jogging down the hall, she came to a halt in front of one of the hybrid’s rooms. “soobin, can i come in?” jiyu asked with a knock to the door. hearing a faint ‘come in’, she entered the code into the keypad and the door automatically opened. peeking inside, she noticed the bunny hybrid wrapped in his blanket and watching TV.

she softly chuckled before closing the door. “look what i brought for you,” she said in a sing–song voice before taking out a bread packet from her white lab coat pocket.

his ears perking at at the familiar sound of the packet crinkling, his head whipped over in her direction before making a leap with his blanket for the packet. taking it from jiyu, he softly smiled. “thank you,” he softly said before sitting back down on his bed. he opened the packet and nibbled on the pastry.

jiyu sat next to him and gently rubbed his head. “did the nurses take you outside yet?” she asked. the facility had a little field area outside for the hybrids.

soobin nodded his head. “i met a golden–retriever hybrid outside! his name was beomgyu,” soobin proudly stated. “he’s really energetic, though...” he sheepishly added.

jiyu chuckled at soobin’s newfound enthusiasm. “is that so?” she vaguely remembered yeonjun telling her about beomgyu’s endless amount of energy once he fully adjusted to the facility. “did you have fun with him?”

“yep! we made—”

before soobin could continue telling jiyu about his time outside, a loud crash echoed from down the hall, followed by a scream. startled, soobin yelped and hid under his blanket.

gently giving his a few pats, jiyu immediately got up. “i’ll be right back soobin,” she said before frantically running out of the room and towards the source of the sound.

jiyu saw an open door to one of the rooms down the hall and assumed that was where the crash came from. looking in, jiyu’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her.

a hybrid was cornering a nurse, ready to pounce. the hybrid’s back was facing towards jiyu, making it easier for her to sneak up behind him and give him an anesthetic shot. the hybrid stumbled around before falling to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

with a sigh of relief, jiyu observed the state of the room. papers, medicine bottles, and medical equipment were scattered everywhere. “what happened?” she asked the nurse as she extended a hand out to help her stand.

the nurse was slightly trembling. “i–i was g-giving him h-his weekly c-checkup and all of a sudden he just...he just...”

“he attacked?” jiyu finished for her. seeing the nurse frantically nod, she sighed before shooting the nurse a soft smile. “you can go take a break. i can take care of things in here.”

“t-thank you!” the nurse gratefully said before scurrying out of the room.

jiyu’s eyes scanned the condition of the room once more before going to look at the name plate outside next to the door. she almost choked on her spit. park seonghwa.

“well, yeonjun definitely wasn’t lying,” she mumbled to herself. she took a look at the unconscious hybrid. “now how am i suppose to get him onto the bed...”

ten minutes and a few cracked joints later, jiyu sighed in relief when she successfully hauled the wolf hybrid onto his bed. she spotted the numerous toothless plushies lined along the side and her heart melted. turning away, she started cleaning the room. while picking up and organizing the various medicine bottles, she felt her heart drop to her stomach when she heard soft growling behind her.

slowly turning around, she was met with seonghwa’s glare and bared canines. without her hearing or even noticing, the anesthetic wore off on seonghwa and he had huddled into the corner of the bed and the wall.

the most logical option she had was to slowly back out of the room and close the door, but something about seonghwa made jiyu stay rooted in her spot. the longer she looked at the growling hybrid in front of her, the more she realized how scared he looked rather than intimidating.

“you’re scared, aren’t you?” she mumbled, mainly to herself but seonghwa managed to understand with his enhanced hearing. as if to prove her wrong, he started growling louder.

jiyu realized he must’ve been nonverbal if all he’s done so far was growl at her. she slowly put her hands up. “i won’t hurt you, buddy,” she softly reassured. seonghwa’s eyes quickly flitted to the open door then back to her. she softy smiled. “no one else is going to either.”

she gestured to the toothless plushies, trying to get seonghwa to loosen up and relax. “you really like toothless, don’t you?”

seonghwa glanced down at the multiple plushies next to him. his eyes slightly softened and jiyu swore they were filled with a child–like curiosity and sparkle. she couldn’t help but chuckle, causing the hybrid’s attention to shift back onto her. fortunately, his growling stopped, but he still had a hard stare.

“will you let me clean up the rest of the room?” she asked. seonghwa didn’t say anything, but he didn’t object. as she cleaned, seonghwa’s eyes were trained on her figure, following her every move.

he was quite confused. normally, others would’ve left his room out of fear when he growls at them, yet this female stayed and even talked to him.

“there, all done!” jiyu chirped when she put the last bottle on the shelf. glancing at the clock, her eyes widnened when she realized her lunch break ended five minutes ago. “oh my god, i need to go,” she mumbled before turning to seonghwa. “it was nice meeting you, seonghwa. who knows, maybe i’ll come by again later,” she smiled before leaving the room.

seonghwa stared at the door after she closed it. she really was a strange nurse.

yeonjun weirdly stared at jiyu when she came back late. “where were you? your break ended ten minutes ago.”

jiyu bit the inside of her cheek, debating on whether or not she should tell him the truth. “would you believe me if i said i was in park seonghwa’s room?” she meekly asked.

yeonjun practically choked on air. “you were where?!” he shouted. jiyu slapped a hand over his mouth while sheepishly smiling to her other coworkers who looked over at them.

“don’t scream,” she chastised as she uncovered his mouth.

“b-but you don’t even have a scratch on you!” he resorted to whisper-shouting. “are you joking around with me?”

jiyu rolled her eyes. “no, you idiot, i’m not. i really was in there. he was about to attack a poor nurse and i just happened to hear the commotion and help out.”

yeonjun raised an eyebrow. “yet he didn’t attack you?”

“...i guess not.”

“huh, interesting. i wonder why,” yeonjun pondered. “he usually attacks everyone that comes in to check up on him...”

suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. “transfer him to me.”

yeonjun almost fell out of his chair. “pardon?”

“i didn’t enter his put–down proposition into the system yet, so the higher ups don’t know about it. transfer him to me. plus he doesn’t attack me, so i’ll take care of him.”

yeonjun stared at her like she grew a second head. “y-you want to take park seonghwa. the violent wolf hybrid,” he said, making sure he heard her right.

“yes, yeonjun,” she deadpanned.

after a moment of hesitation and contemplating, yeonjun slowly nodded. “alright. but the moment he’s violent with you, let me know, okay?” he pulled up seonghwa’s file on his monitor. “there, i emailed seonghwa’s file to you.”

jiyu smiled. “thanks!” she cheered before turning to her computer to create an application for her new patient.

park seonghwa; wolf hybrid.

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bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture · 3 years

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Chapter 6! And I’m at 70 followers already, which is hella hype, thank y’all for taking your time to read my rambling about all this stuff. Don’t feel shy to ask questions or whatever if you like; even if I can be a bit disjointed, it’s something fun to talk about, and as I get further in I can even get a better sense of how to answer them to the best of my knowledge.

Also, can I say I love this little intro profile to Izuku?

All the little tidbits about him are just so fitting! Though my one weird take on it is why it says his quirk is ‘TBD’... unless Hori was already planning for the developments to come from the Joint Training Arc and beyond. Or maybe just leaving himself room for those kinds of developments if he wasn’t quite set yet?

Still, I think this was still the time period where Hori was thinking it was going to end after like, Kamino or something. With something like Two Heroes.

Discord: It could have been a placeholder until Hori came up with a fake quirk name for Izuku to hide his quirk behind, aka Superpower.

Anyways, without further delays, time to get into the chapter itself!

[No. 6 - What I Can Do For Now]

We dive right in with Ochako protesting how unfair this is. Aizawa notes that Japan is full of unfair things - natural disasters, highway pileups, rampaging villains. Heroes are the ones to correct that unfairness. UA is going to put them through the wringer for the next three years - as per the Plus Ultra motto.

(also, nice silhouettes of Midnight, Thirteen, and… I think Lunch Rush? The discord also suggested it might either be a proto-design for Vlad King, or just a background character who ended up scrapped/forgotten about.)

Aizawa calls them out to bring their best, saying that now it’s for real. Tenya thinks about it being a trial by fire, Katsuki thinks of his move as nothing, Ochako is shaking in determination, the rest of the class is focused, and Izuku is… still stressing. Also, these proto-designs:

I cannot even. Those horns. That HAIR. The lack of beak. It’s just so weird compared to their finalized designs.

The first event gets off to a speedy start, Tenya zooming right through the 50-meter dash thanks to his Engine quirk. Aizawa thinks that that event was too suited to Tenya, and thinks about how he’ll handle the other events. Tsuyu wasn’t too slow, though, and the narrative doesn’t even try to introduce her quirk with how obvious it is - she’s a frog!

Ochako and Ojiro are shown next, and-

Ojiro, why the leaping? Someone suggested it might be a reference, but it could just be another early weird character thing being tried, I guess? I don’t even know, it’s just strange.

Next is Aoyama and Mina, with the latter with the curliest horns I cannot even. Aoyama also makes a move to show off his quirk, calling the others unimaginative as he rockets backwards along the track- and then falling flat before the goal and having to get back up on his feet to do so again, with Mina managing to pass ahead of him thanks to the acid under her feet.

Aoyama is still sparkling as he explains how if he’d fired an instant earlier, his stomach would have exploded, which, fun! The rest of the class is like ‘what the fuck dude’, which is a mood. Aizawa thinks about how the kids are pushing their quirks to their limits and seeing how they’ve improved, he can guess what they can and can’t do, and how that will be linked to their creative use of their quirks.

Meanwhile, Katsuki and Izuku are doing the sprint side by side, Katsuki taking on an absolutely feral expression as he uses his quirk to blast ahead, in the process starling and slowing down Izuku slightly.

Seriously, Katsuki’s faces are just. I can’t describe how much of a gremlin this child is. And this!

His thoughts immediately going back to Izuku right after determining how that use of his quirk worked for him. His being thoughtful about that force distribution suggests he didn’t use his quirk much practically before UA… which makes sense, producing explosions and then using it for movement purposes are two different things.

Also the bot giving Izuku a little ‘good job’ just touched my heart. Though it really sucks that Katsuki probably cost Izuku a few seconds with that move of his; luckily, Izuku still came in under his middle school record despite his setback, which is impressive! Aizawa isn’t impressed, though, and Izuku isn’t either, thinking about how even using his power once will wreck him, and how regulating it is easier said than done.

We descend into a short flashback, again to the beach, with Toshinori stating that the trick to regulation is sensation! With Izuku agreeing immediately, because he’s a fanboy. Toshinori notes that Izuku experienced 100% power, and Izuku notes that it really messed him up. Toshinori says that it should be easy, and asks how it felt. Because I can’t do this justice:

Izuku you little dumbass, I love you, but your ability to describe things leaves much to be desired.

In full seriousness, though, like, the kid might just be afraid of his own power, just from this moment right after the flashback:

But yeah, to catch up to this point, Toshinori tells Izuku to keep that image in his head for the last three weeks until school starts, and that control can’t be obtained overnight, but he believes Izuku can and will manage it! We get back to Izuku attempting the grip strength, thinking about not exploding the egg, and then he has that fun trauma flashback to the state of his body after the zero pointer, and is dismayed at his ‘lacking’ score of 56 kg - especially compared to Shouji’s score of 540 kg.

WHAT IS THAT SERO DESIGN. What is that Mineta design????? Also why is THIS the first impression we get of Mineta. Him calling Shouji, or his quirk, or his strength, sexy,,, I think that’s just a case of weird translation, but still.

Izuku is shown to come short in the next two events, getting more and more stressed as he fails to use his quirk at all. By the fifth event, Izuku is stressed about being out of options while watching Ochako literally get an infinity on the ball throw, because everyone else has at least one amazing record and the last events are ones he can’t use his quirk for in any meaningful way.

He steps up to the circle, with Tenya noting that he’s not doing well, which in turn has Katsuki call out how he’s quirkless, so of course. Tenya is confused, asking whether Katsuki had heard about the entrance exam, which confuses Katsuki. Aizawa is already expecting Izuku’s next move, which is to charge up his whole arm and try to throw it as far as he can, while thinking about his mom and All Might and their support of him.

We see Aizawa’s eyes snap open, flashing - and Izuku’s quirk fails, the ball barely hitting 46 meters. For a moment, Izuku is outright horrified:

God, poor kid. Izuku looks at his hands, swearing he was trying to use it, but Aizawa tells him that he erased Izuku’s quirk. In slightly more entertaining news:

Like a freaking schoolgirl. I can’t even, he cares about his kid so much.

Aizawa explains how the entrance exam is ridiculous, and completely irrational if it lets ‘someone like you get in’. Which, fucking OUCH, I can’t imagine how much that had to hurt Izuku. Izuku, however, is more distracted with his realization that Aizawa is the pro hero Eraserhead, and how his quirk works… which is fucking impressive considering how much Aizawa would try to keep that information on the down low in order to maximize his effectiveness in taking out villains.

(Also, what a shot. Izuku’s imagination really is something.)

Wait, All Might, how did you get so close to the class so quickly, and how did no one notice you? Man be maxing stealth and speed somehow. Also, I love how the translation accidentally called Aizawa an ‘angler-type hero’, which I think was… not what was intended.

But yeah, most of the class hasn’t heard about the man, while All Might notes how Aizawa hates public appearances because it interferes with his work, and how he and Aizawa hardly see eye to eye.

Aizawa tells Izuku that he’s seen how the kid can’t control his quirk, and that he’d just be incapacitated again, before asking if he was hoping someone would step in to help afterwards. Izuku says it’;s not like that, while Aizawa’s scarf slips around him and drags him closer. Aizawa says that his plan would inconvenience others, then brings up All Might’s legendary rescue while also calling him hot blooded.

Just, ouch, Izuku has to be feeling the pressure. I know he’s used to people doubting him, but this still can’t be fun so soon after he’s finally gotten himself some confidence in his right to be at UA.

Aizawa finally closes his eyes and lets his power go, telling Izuku to give it another go, and to get this over with. Izuku is in a mental slump, muttering to himself about his options, while the class looks on.

Aoyama what the fuck. Also Katsuki, you are about to be disappointed and blown away. Aizawa is curious as to how Izuku is going to fail out of his class while applying eye drops. Izuku’s muttering goes on as he thinks about how he can’t regulate OFA yet, and how everything is now hedging on this single throw, and how even All Might noted that it would take time to learn control.

Izuku moves like he’s going to do a full power throw, and Aizawa is already declaring that Izuku has no chance. However, Izuku still isn’t pulling up OFA even as he moves through the motions of the throw, while thinking about how Aizawa is right; Aizawa realizes mid-sentence that something is different about this from Izuku’s last attempt. Even as the ball is just about to leave his hand, his quirk isn’t there, as he notes that he has to work harder than anyone else if he wants to get in.

Toshinori is mentally cheering Izuku on, as Izuku mutters that he’ll give it his all in the smallest way - and pulls up OFA in just one finger at the last moment, sending the ball flying and his finger to the wringer. Katsuki is shocked, Aizawa is shocked as well, and Izuku’s finger is dripping blood. Aizawa realizes that Izuku didn’t use his full power, just concentrated it, while Izuku has Aizawa’ words echo in his head as he replies that he can still move. The last panel of the page has Aizawa looking like he’s close to laughing at how ridiculous the situation is.

And so ends chapter 6! Man, what a ride, and it’s not a shock that Izuku is still trying to be so cautious with his quirk at this point… in contrast with much, much later in the manga.

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prose-for-hire · 4 years

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Love, and dust, is in the air

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Do you think you could maybe do something where Spike always goes soft around the reader because he loves her? No matter what, even if he's yelling at the Scoobies and she walks in late he just instantly deflates and gets a dopey smile because he thinks she's so cute and innocent. Oo maybe he gets angry and protective cuz someone tries to attack her but she steaks them like a badass and then dotes on Spike cuz he got injured? And he's embarrassed cuz he wasn't scary but she finds him cute too?

Requested by: Anonymous

Part Two

Warning: Swearing. Fighting. Spike gets hurt.

A/N: Again, I got overexcited with writing the demon/backstory involved. No vampires today, but protective Spike and a reader who can handle themselves and be soft with him at the same time.

There was a demon out causing chaos in Sunnydale, which was not enough to haul you out of bed apparently. It was something that happened a lot, so you had to have a little pass for not hurrying just to have to sit in a long meeting that would probably involve a lot of reading and arguing about how best to get rid of whatever gross demon was trying to play havoc with the town you lived in.

At the Magic Box, everyone sans yourself, were discussing at great length the best way to remove the cursed Egyptian mummy that had started to suck people’s brains out through their noses. The mummy was flanked by two feral jackals that mauled anyone that interrupted the process. There was some debate around the ritual to return the mummy back into its resting place as it appeared that the jackals would not easily allow for the process to happen. They appeared to be the ones in control, not the mummy. This meant there would need to be some way of slaying the jackals so they could perform the ritual, but Giles and Willow were heatedly discussing the merits of humanely removing the jackals or just giving them a good stab from a big, pointy object. No guesses for who was arguing what.

This meant that Spike was getting irritated. It was annoying that the little group had to run the morality triathlon before it came back to what it always did. A good old fashioned fight. He was itching for it, ready to take them all on himself if none of them were willing to give over on the fight.

“But they’re sentient beings, Giles! You can’t just kill animals because they aren’t behaving how you like”

“They are bloody tearing half of the town limb from limb, Willow! To think that there is any other way is-”

“Bloody idiotic! The lot of you! You for entertaining the big song and dance about it and you for being, well, the bleeding bloody heart of the operation! They’re evil, they’re trying to kill you – it’s kill or bloody be killed so you can all have a big scholarly debate on the matter but I’m going out there and getting it done”

“Spike! You don’t make the decisions, we need to tread carefully or-” Buffy warned.

“Or what your head might bloody explode at the idea of actually slaying a demon and not shagging it to kingdom come? You wanna send it to hell in a nice neat little bow? Well let’s bloody go!”

“The jackals are just protecting the Mummy, something they’ve been bound to for centuries – we can’t just kill them for their loyalty!” Willow insisted, perhaps a little close to home for her. She had been with Oz for a long time and she knew that although the jackals were double the size they should be and highly aggressive, they could still feel.

“You’re fucking ridiculous – the lot of you! I’ve never seen so many self-congratulating, fake moral prats in one-” but Spike didn’t finish his sentence. You had walked in. His hand was still in mid-air from where he had been pointing around the room, but his face softened when he saw it was you. He didn’t want to shout in front of you, to hurt you, and he definitely didn’t want you to think that he was including you when he insulted the rest of the group.

He loved you, unconditionally. He was all-in, he just struggled to get close to you because the others were always getting in his way. You were sort of quiet, something he assumed meant you were somewhat innocent, but you weren’t necessarily shy around him. He liked the way your eyes lit up when he said something you found humorous and he liked that when you did manage to get a chance to speak to him, you were always kind to him. You even hugged him once after a fight and he thought he might pass out at how euphoric your affection made him feel. He had surprised you and wrapped his arms around you tight, making you smile so wide.

All of the fight that was in him had deflated when you walked in, all of the harsh words gone. His eyes were on you as you sneaked in and sat down without a word trying to hide the fact that you were late.

He appeared to have melted, smiling at you slightly, lowering himself into the seat beside you as you smiled back, despite Giles berating you for being late and the argument about how best to remove the mummy and it’s pets from the hellmouth started up around you again. But Spike no longer cared. You were here, they could talk in circles all night for all he cared, at least he’d be able to watch over you while they spoke.

Willow, Tara, Anya and Giles were staying behind to conduct the ritual so that when the jackals were either distracted or taken out (there still wasn’t a consensus) the mummy could be restored back to its sarcophagus in the Sunnydale museum with someone needing to attack when the Mummy was weakened. You had been paired with Spike to one part of Sunnydale with Xander and Buffy in the opposite direction. Spike had tried to insist you stayed behind but you told him you would be okay.

“You don’t need to be here, love, I can take care of this. Get yourself safely in bed, you look like you could use a nap”

“You think I look tired?” Your brow furrowed a little in that way he found cute. He spluttered, trying to assure you he definitely didn’t mean it that way. He had just wanted to protect you, it was more likely that Xander and Buffy came across the threat anyway, the demons had a tendency to go gunning for the slayer for some reason.

A figure started to stagger towards you both, interrupting the look Spike was giving you that was starting to make a heat rise in your cheeks. A figure started to walk slowly towards you, as if it could feel your presence.

“It’s the mummy!” You shouted, your eyes wide as Spike stepped in front of you, making sure he would be the target. Apparently, the threat was yours for today. It rounded on you, but Spike wasn’t having any of it.

“No you bloody don’t” Spike warned, spinning the mummy away with a hard kick to the chest after it lunged at you, knocking you to the floor. He helped you up, his touch in complete contrast to a second ago, he was gentle as he pulled you to your feet. As if he were scared to break you. The anger behind is eyes was evident, his jaw tensed when he saw the graze on your elbow. It was small and you were fine, but to him this was as if it had torn both of your arms off. He started to get brutal, as the jackals rounded the corner, prowling towards you both. Spike moved you behind him, a hand resting on you protectively, his touch always soft with you. The jackals circled you both, as the mummy walked towards you again, making Spike even more angry.

“You don’t come near them” He snarled, taking all of the attention from you. Spike, although he did have a brain that could be taken, wouldn’t be a target. They wanted human brains. Your brains.

The jackals leaped, both at Spike leaving the mummy staggering towards you, hands out as if ready to hold you down so it could extract what it wanted from you. Spike was violently kicking at the beasts, one had bitten into his side and the other was latched onto his leg. He had managed to fight one off but he was still struggling with the other. He looked over, the reason he was attacking them, even more aggressively than usual, was so that he could get to you. He was desperate to protect you. You had a sweet nature, he hadn’t been expecting what had come next. Even the jackal appeared to pause as it watched you punch the mummy before climbing it like a tree, kneeing it so it doubled over, allowing you to climb onto its back and secure it’s neck firmly between your hands, the way it had been threatening you.

Spike stared, his eyes wide at the way you so skilfully went for it. You didn’t even flinch as it thrashed at you. You struggled against it, trying to incapacitate it as Spike desperately tried to get out from the jackals jaw to help you. The ritual was complete, you could tell because strange golden light started to seep from cracks in the mummified flesh. It was now or never. You grabbed it’s head and twisted, it crumbled away in your hands and just as it did that, the jackals disappeared. A lot of dust started to pour from the mummy’s neck, flowing through the air as you ran over to Spike where he sat, clutching his side now the threat was gone. The mummy disintegrated as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“That was…” He started, seemingly lost for words. He had forgotten his wounds at the sight of how capable you were in a fight. You didn’t usually get the chance to prove yourself like that, it was usually Buffy’s fight. You weren’t a slayer, just someone that had picked up some Sunnydale tricks along the way – you had to be like that on the Hellmouth, or you really wouldn’t last a week.

“You poor thing, it really bit into you” You said softly, kneeling beside him and stroking his side as he winced, “Sorry - come on, let me help” You had a mini first-aid kit you always brought on patrol that you took out and started to look for something to put on the wound. It wasn’t as deep as it could have been which you were grateful for. You didn’t want him hurt. You were really fond of him which is why you went kind of quiet around him sometimes.

“No, don’t – I just lay there like some useless git” He berated himself, his jaw tensing again in anger at himself this time. He had wanted to keep you safe. You shook your head softly, stroking your thumb along his jaw as you spoke.

“You didn’t, you looked out for me! You took on two were-jackals and lived, well – sort of, to tell the tale! That was so brave!” You insisted, giving him a smile that he savoured, your fingers still tracing his jaw. It was so sweet he was surprised when you came back the same sweetheart despite the rage he had seen as you attacked that mummy. He could tell you were being genuine too, you really found him brave. You smiled while he watched you begin to fuss over him, his gaze never leaving that face he loved so much.

As the last particles of dust lay upon the ground as a light scattering of icing sugar would, he made a decision. He was going to do it. He was going to tell you how much he loved you. He just had to figure out how.

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