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noisilyscreechingsong · 1 year

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Dp x Dc Crossover

Danny and Ellie somehow get tangled with Cadmus and frozen for study later. Obviously it comes to the JL’s attention and they all go ‘oh no another clone’. Anyone’s choice of who they think it is or if it’s a collection of people they took DNA from and meshed together to make these two sassy children.

Would be funnier if they came to DC universe by accident and didn’t have time to really learn about it before capture. The result being they have no idea superheroes are a thing and the heroes just thinking ‘these kids were traumatized and held captive, they don’t even know who Superman is!’ and cue another layer of hilarious misunderstanding.

When confronted about the whole clone thing, Danny immediately defends and protects Ellie. Obviously. Then they notice he was not defending himself, to which Danny goes ‘I’m not a clone!’ The heroes look at each other in clear doubt. ‘Oh he was in denial or seriously didn’t know who he was made from. That will make this harder.’

I may have started something though…

They found a discrete laboratory hidden in plan sight, underneath an office building. When researched, they found connections to Cabmus.

Considering the last encounter they had with the organization, they wanted to be prepared. Hence why when the small team noticed Batman walking down the stairs, Superman followed behind with a tight expression.

“Report.”

Red Robin stepped forward.

“Two cryo-stasis containers holding two nearly identical people. The first a male, approximately 13-14 years of age. Stable. The second a female, younger, approximately 10-11 years of age. Also stable, but her stats are lower than the boy’s.”

“What do you know?”

“Virtually nothing,” Connor says casually. “There are no documents left behind, digital or physical, and there are zero labels on these things.”

They arrive toward the back of the basement where the two frozen containers were sitting upright. One unit obviously smaller than the other most likely holding the girl. Batman has to peer down into the larger unit to see the boy’s face. Frost collected on his eyelashes and black hair like a forgotten doll. No movement from either forms, not even breathing.

“So we don’t know who they are made from,” Superman pushes, clearly displeased.

Batman keeps looking at their faces. The curve of their noses, the shape of their jaws, the positioning of their cheekbones. They didn’t look like Connor. No, they reminded him of someone else.

“We suspect hybrids of some sort,” M’gann contributes. “A mixture of different heroes if I had to guess, but there is no way of knowing with our lack of information without waking them up.”

“Can’t you look into their minds?” Clark questions.

M’gann squirms at the directness and Connor steps forward to defend her. Tensions rise.

“No, sir. They are frozen so there is hardly any brain function except to keep them alive. They aren’t even dreaming.”

She looks them over sadly, obviously distraught with not being able to connect to their minds in anyway.

Batman turns to Red Robin, the younger already watching him.

“You see it too, right?”

Batman grunts. Yes, he saw it.

“Is there a way to move them?” Batman brings back the focus.

“The containers are connected to the buildings power and then a back-up generator in case of emergencies. We’d have to switch the power to something mobile and there’s no telling what kind of effect that would have on the kids,” Connor explains, against the idea of moving them.

“It’s six in the evening. Most everyone in the building above as gone home for the day,” Red Robin helpfully adds.

“Evacuate the rest. Then call a medical team.”

“Wait,” Superman interrupts as the three younger heroes jump to do as instructed. “You’re not thinking about waking them up now, are you?”

“You have a better idea?”

Batman doesn’t even look at him as he studies the stats on the old screen connected to the nearest pod. This one holding the boy. He’ll be the first one out seeing as he’s the more stable one.

“They could be dangerous. They could try to attack us.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Batman deadpans. He didn’t state the obvious that they were children who had been frozen for who knows how long. If anything they’ll need reassurance that they were safe, not weapons in their faces as soon as they wake up.

Clark was not happy with his decision, but as long as he didn’t antagonize them Bruce left him alone.

It wasn’t long before they were ready to begin. Three medical personnel stood several yards back behind the heroes. Red Robin begins the defrosting procedure and they have to wait maybe an hour before the door slides open. There is a breath among them as they wait for his eyes to open. Instead they hear a cracking of thin ice and the boy falls forward without the door holding him in place. Connor is the one to catch him before he hits the floor face first.

Superboy turns him to lay him flat on the floor, the boy’s body still stiff with cold. Frost makes his hair and eyelashes brittle. His lips are a faint shade of blue.

“He isn’t breathing,” Connor informs quickly.

One of the medics push forward first, oxygen mask in hand.

“Bring the thermal blankets. We need to get his core temperature up,” the woman urgently instructs.

They get to work quickly in warming up the boy who is too small and fragile. After several minutes of the medics squeezing air into his mouth and rubbing his limbs and chest to get the blood flowing, the boy takes a breath. Then another. He coughs roughly, his throat scratchy, and starts to shiver.

“There we go.”

He whimpers and tries to move his hand, but the action is jerky and unpracticed.

“His eyes,” M’gann informs them, finally able to get some brain activity. “He can’t open his eyes. The ice-“

Connor takes a water bottle the medics brought and poured the room temperature water over his eyes to melt the ice holding them together. The boy jumps in surprise and tries to turn his head away but Connor continues until he can manually wipe away the ice and water from his eyelids.

Blue eyes. The boy has bright sky blue eyes. They aren’t the Krytonian blue, but they were still familiar.

He blinks and squints and looks around, breathing picking up at the people surrounding him and the unfamiliar environment. M’gann, sensing his distress, kneels down and sets a warm hand on his leg.

“It’s okay. No one here will hurt you. You’re safe now.”

He doesn’t relax, but he seems to at least understand her. He studies their uniforms and then her face before his eyes flick to something behind her and they widen. His breath stutters in his chest, making him wheeze out on the exhale.

They look behind the green skinned girl to see the smaller pod still holding the little girl, no change in her status.

The boy reaches out a shaky hand toward it, scraping against the cold concrete in his lack of energy to lift it.

“She’s okay too.”

He opens his mouth to speak, licks his lips, tries again.

“-ou-,” he rasps. His breath hitches and he’s coughing again. They help him onto his side.

“You want us to get her out?” Red Robin interprets.

The boy squints through the tears from the lack of oxygen at the hero. His expression is scrunched in discomfort and worry. As enthusiastic as he can manage, the boy nods.

“Okay, we can do that. You just have to wait, she needs to thaw out, just like what we did with you,” Red Robin explains to the boy.

He nods again in understanding, his eyes glued back to the girl in the pod. He still shivers harshly and his breathing isn’t regular but he’s not panicking and in no shape to attack them, so it seems like they were in the clear with that one.

While the girl is thawing, they get him more comfortable with warm blankets and get him to drink some water for his throat. He still wasn’t moving much except to curl up on his side and breathe on his colorless fingers. Every time he swallowed he cringed like he was drinking acid, so talking was off the table for now.

The boy was fighting sleep by the time the container door slide open. Connor was there and holding her before she could fall like the boy had.

Superboy lays the girl down close to the boy, seeing the pale hand reaching for her. As soon as he backed away the medics were on her to get air in her lungs and warm her body same as they did for the boy.

The boy watches, quietly holding her hand. Siblings it looks like it. Seeing them side by side was startling. They seemed to be clones of each other, one just younger and the opposite gender, but they were the same.

It was concerning as the number of minutes increased and there was no change. She didn’t breathe or move. She looked dead.

“Get the defibrillator,” the medic ordered, urgent.

The boy surprisingly wasn’t panicking, instead he held a hard determination that made some of the heroes curious.

Pushing himself up onto his elbow, he leaned over the girl and started weakly pushing the blankets out of the way. Thinking he was just helping to make the medic’s job easier, M’gann helped until her torso was exposed.

“You need to back away so they-“

She stops when she sees him tug at the girl’s white shirt to get into direct contact with her skin, hand pressed to her chest.

“What are you-?”

He narrows his eyes in concentration.

Red Robin unconsciously takes a step back when the boy’s blue eyes change into a glowing toxic green, illuminating the girl’s face, frost shining in the light. The hand pressed to her chest also starts to glow the same green until it seeps into her skin like she’s absorbing this weird energy. It reminded them of Starfire actually.

The green in his eyes fades as soon as the unknown green energy is lighting up her entire torso just under the skin. He pulls away and looks expectantly at the medic holding the defibrillator. She flinches into moving, setting the machine down and charging it. She’s hesitant to touch the green energy but the boy nods in encouragement, not looking concerned for anything but the girl’s health.

“Clear!”

It takes one shock for the green energy to disperse through her body and cause her to gasp. The girl starts coughing harshly and the boy pulls her to lay on her side facing him. Connor quickly helps the boy to cover her in blankets. The boy goes as far as tucking them around her and taking one of his own blankets to pile on top. He was moving more easily now even if it was sluggish.

M’gann gasps quietly just as the girl starts sobbing, whining when the act of crying hurt her throat. The boy pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her and tucking her under his chin so they could barely see her. They watch as he calmly comforts her until they are both eased into unconsciousness.

Batman give Superman a pointed look as he passes him. Clark doesn’t respond.

“Get them to the Watchtower med bay,” he orders.

It’s Superman who picks up the pile of two children tangled together and wrapped in layers of fabric, nearly throwing them at how light they both weighted. The three younger heroes follow behind, Tim mumbling about “Lazarus pits” and “Jason”, M’gann twisting her fingers in anxiety, and Connor keeping a close eye on the two kids being carried by his original.

It’s unsurprising that it’s Connor who volunteers to say with them when they are settled down in the med bay, still clinging to each other in sleep.

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ

❝ you see my heart i wear it on my sleeve, 'cause i just can't hide it anymore. i know that it's gonna take some time; i've got to admit that the thought has crossed my mind: this might end up like it should ❞ — daughtry

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: character x gn!reader, ideal dates

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: alhaitham, baizhu, capitano, cyno, diluc, dottore, kaveh, pantalone, tighnari, wanderer

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: dottore's ideal date includes observing his creepy mad scientist experiments. he's sweet to reader but very much not a good person in this and neither are you

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: guess who is back? thought hitting 4.5k followers might be a good time to break my 3 month genshin hiatus and comeback with a 10 character headcanon post. comments and reblogs are appreciated! you're also always welcome to shoot me an ask about my works! 💙

ᴅɴɪ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇʀꜱ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜꜱɪᴀꜱᴛꜱ, ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘꜰᴘ

Alhaitham isn’t really the type to go out of his way to take you on dates if there isn’t a special occasion. Before the two of you got together, he would often ask you whether you’d like to go to the tavern with him after he finished up work or join him in the library. Once in a while you’d take a walk together and sometimes after you spent time, Alhaitham would invite you over to dinner at his house, apologising for his roommate in advance even though you found Kaveh to be not even half as unpleasant as Alhaitham thought he was.

“Dates” with Alhaitham always retain this character of a loose and relaxed hangout with a good friend, even throughout your relationship. Of course, Alhaitham will pay attention to your needs and make sure you don’t doubt his love for you, but he doesn’t really care for the conventional idea of a date. He mostly wants to spend time with you.

For Alhaitham the most important part of your dates are the conversations. He wouldn’t have fallen for you if he doesn’t love to have long, in-depth conversations with you about whatever comes to mind. It doesn’t matter if you’re as well-versed in a subject as he is with language; as long as you’re able to hold your own in a discussion with him, he’ll have a good time. If you manage to answer something clever and humorous to a question he asks you, you might get a chuckle out of him. It’s how you found out that Alhaitham actually has a very warm laugh that makes you feel content in his presence.

Being with Alhaitham means that sometimes you forget the fact that you’re even on a date. You’re so immersed in the conversation with him, his hand placed on top of yours as he takes another sip of his coffee, that the environment around you just fades away; whether you’re out in the forests or having a meal at the tavern.

Just make sure to not take Alhaitham to places that are too loud or too crowded. He prefers a quiet and calm atmosphere where he can focus on you and his thoughts. After all, he came here for some quality time with the person he loves rather than listening to a drunk scholar’s misadventures at the table next to him. He brings his noise-cancelling headphones along with him, but he still makes sure to get the two of you a quiet place away from the busy chatter of the townfolk.

Alhaitham loves to take you to Akademiya exhibitions or ruins in the desert. He’s well-aware that sitting over a book for hours and researching a topic may not be everybody’s cup of tea, so he likes going out with you to places where you can actually see the things he studies while he explains them to you. He’ll show you ancient scriptures and patiently tells you what they mean and why they were written.

Those days typically end with the two of you enjoying a nice meal that Alhaitham cooked at home and you resting your head in his lap; tired from all the walking and exploring, as your significant other picks up one of his books to read. You close your eyes and he places one hand on your back and lets you rest close to him. If you have any questions about the book he’s reading or need anything, don’t hesitate to ask him. He’ll answer if it’s you.

Baizhu would love to spend his day exploring Liyue with you, taking you to all the beautiful places you haven’t seen yet. But unfortunately, due to his condition, this isn’t always possible. He apologizes for this way more than he should. You and Changsheng tend to scold him for this. You’d cup his face in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. “As long as I’m with you, I’m having the time of my life”, you reassure him with a gentle voice and litter his face with soft kisses to drive the point home. With every kiss, Baizhu grows more flustered but his smile becomes wider. “Very well then”, he coughs and pulls you into a hug, “if you say so, I’ll hold you to it.”

Baizhu likes to go on spa dates with you. He takes you to a thermal bath in Liyue Harbor. You have to remind him that he already explained the health benefits of spa treatment to you multiple times, or he’ll do it again. Doctor’s habits. You chuckle at how he puts a hand on his neck and stumbles over his words when you two finish his sentence in sync; him having completely forgotten how familiar you already are with his medical rambles.

You two relax in the brine bath as slow music plays along with quiet white noise. Baizhu leans back against the wall of the pool and lets out a relaxed sigh.

Changsheng is resting on a miniature beach chair you insisted to bring along because you “thought it was cute”.

You twirl a strand of Baizhu’s long hair around your finger. “You’re so beautiful with your hair down”, you breathe and pull him into a deep kiss, which Baizhu readily accepts. “You keep telling me”, he chuckles but avoids looking into your eyes. “Well it’s true”, you insist and Baizhu once more can’t believe how you look at him like he’s the most precious thing you have ever laid eyes on. “You should have seen him the first time you told him that”, Changsheng raises her voice, “he was a flustered mess but he’s been smiling for days afterwards.” “I- Did you have to tell them that?”, Baizhu sighs. “This is still tame compared to that time she told me that you had to redo my prescription because you absentmindedly drew a heart next to my name”, you laugh and Baizhu’s head turns towards his snake companion in shock. “You did what-”

You’re giggling at this point. Baizhu just lets out a disappointed sigh,

“Did you know that the salt in a brine bath can help with various skin and even lung diseases and is a tried and tested remedy for them?”, Baizhu asks as you make another amateur attempt at braiding his hair. “Yes, you told me”, you kiss his cheek, smiling against his skin. “The high concentration of salt in the water also makes you float effortlessly, if you lie down in the water.” Against your protests, Baizhu makes you abandon your masterpiece (a loose braid you improvised without any idea what you’re doing) and holds you as you lean back, letting you float on the water as you look up to the ceiling. It’s the first time you notice that the owners of the establishment have actually crafted the ceiling above the pool to look like the night sky; false stars sparkling above anyone who might come to be in your position right now. “Isn’t it beautiful?”, Baizhu, who had been looking up to the ceiling, remarks. When his eyes meet yours again, he realizes your attention had already shifted. “You’re supposed to look at the ceiling, not my face”, he chuckles but you protest and brush a strand of hair behind his ear. “Got distracted”, you wink and Baizhu leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

The two of you spend a relaxing day at the spa, sharing herbal tea and ending up in each other’s arms at every possible opportunity.

Capitano, on a day off from his duties as a Fatui Harbinger, prefers to spend the majority of hours at home with you; alone, where he can take off his mask. You’re the only one he has trusted to take it off around in a very long time. A small price to pay for your affection; the way you kiss his lips softly as if he was fragile, even though most would regard him as a monster. Throughout his lifetime he had internalized that his hands were ones meant to kill and lead his men into battle. How ironic it was then, how gentle Capitano was with you. How he held your face in his big hands and looked at you with unmatched adoration in his eyes, whispering how much he loved you while pressing kisses to your forehead.

Capitano likes to take you to the botanical gardens of Zapolyarny Palace. It’s a little project of his; taking care of some of the gardening in his freetime, planting new flowers and making sure they thrive even in a nation such as Snezhnaya. When you first met the Captain, you never expected a man like him to have a hobby like this, but now that you knew, you found it endearing. Just one more thing that you adored about the man.

Capitano takes your hand into his and the two of you take a walk through the garden. He has been working on it for over a decade now and you can tell that he is proud of the result, especially when he gets to see that you find it beautiful and like to visit. After having relied on brute force in his profession for a long time and with the sheer strength Capitano had, it was difficult at first to tend to small, fragile beings such as plants. But everyone has to start somewhere right?

Capitano, being one of the strongest and also one of the most trusted harbingers, has been sent abroad on a mission in the name of the Tsaritsa countless times. An entire shelf in his bedroom is just filled with travel logs that you love to browse through on a relaxing day together like this. You’ll be snuggled up in his arms, skimming through the pages and letting Capitano explain the story behind the pictures he took and the paragraphs he wrote. It was like each time you did this, you learned another new thing to love about him. For someone who was sent into war and all kinds of mysterious dealings, Capitano’s travel logs were surprisingly ordinary. They included the food he had for dinner in a foreign nation, how he witnessed the locals dance at a festival and the natural phenomenons he wanted to make note of. Perhaps these were the things that stuck with him; the experiences he wanted to remember.

In the evenings, Capitano takes you stargazing. Throughout his lonesome strive across Teyvat, the stars had been his trusted companion. Therefore, he knew quite a lot about the constellations and how to use them to navigate. He’d be happy to explain it to you or just sit there with you in silence by the side of a campfire, watching as a shooting star trails across the sky. “Are you going to make a wish?”, you ask, smiling at him from the side. Capitano shakes his head and takes your hand into his. “I have everything I want for as long as I have you.”

If you ask Cyno to pick a date idea, you know full well where this is going. You could have just asked “which deck are you going to use for Genius Invokation TCG today?” because that will be what you’re going to be doing if you let Cyno pick. If you’re as enthusiastic about the game as he is, even better.

The two of you could have a picnic or visit the tavern to play against other people, Cyno leaves that choice to you. He brings all of his cards, safely concealed within a limited edition Genius Invokation TCG card box, and you’re one of the only people who’s allowed to play with his most rare cards and the ones with a holographic layer.

He may ramble about how he obtained them and how the intricate design is symbolic for xy plotline in King of Invokations, his favorite novel, but that’s just how he is. A joke here and there, a TCG novel quote thrown in; if you indulge him and encourage him he’s over the moon for you, although he’s making a (bad) attempt at keeping it together.

If he plays against other people, he’s expecting you to back him up. Knowing you have his back and are cheering him on makes Cyno even more dedicated to win. “The strength you see now does not come from the fortune of my cards, but instead from within; a heart determined to not fail the loved ones who have put their trust in me”, Cyno’s expression becomes more serious as he puts his cards on the table in front of his opponents, “this is a quote from ‘King of Invokations’ that I have felt deeply the first time I read it.” You repress a chuckle and simply leave a kiss on his cheek before getting up to grab your drinks from the tavern counter.

“I believe I have earned myself a kiss”, Cyno smiles at you triumphantly after winning against the group of people he met at the tavern. “I don’t remember promising you one as a reward”, you tease and he smirks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Well I suppose if you don’t want to, it can’t be helped-”

He’s unsurprised by how you pull him into your arms, locking your lips with his and burying your fingers in his soft white hair. Cyno smiles into the kiss, squeezing your hand gently. The way he reciprocates your gesture shows how much love he feels for you in this moment.

Cyno only becomes more smitten the more you compliment him for his TCG strategies and his hard-won victories; feeling his heart beat faster as you trail a couple of light kisses down his neck. “I had no doubts you would win”, you smile against his soft skin and Cyno rests his forehead against yours. “Whether I win or lose, for as long as I am privy to your love, I will emerge from every duel victorious”, Cyno whispers and you laugh. “I can’t believe you’re still using King of Invokations quotes to flirt with me.” “They worked better back when you hadn’t read the novels yet”, he lets out a sigh, “it was the price that had to be paid for making you familiar with the lore around Genius Invokation TCG.” You chuckle and wrap an arm around his waist, nuzzling his cheek. “In turn, you can imagine my surprise when I read them for the first time and recognized some of the most memorable things you had said to me…tsk tsk, Cyno, you have to be more original.” Cyno takes your hand into his and looks into your eyes with an earnest look. “In my defense, I remembered them when I spent time with you and they happened to perfectly describe how I feel for you”, he explains before his lips met yours once more.

Cyno spends the afternoon helping you improve your own Genius Invokation TCG playstyle and he shares some snacks ordered from the tavern with you. You can see that he’s passionate and enjoys every second of this date, even if he tries to play it cool. His still obvious excitement is enough of a reward for you, even if you don’t win the game.

Diluc keeps things classic when he plans a date with you. He’ll take a walk with you through Mondstadt, especially on days when the city hosts a market with fresh food and handmade crafts to look at while you enjoy a nice and sunny day in the City of Freedom.

If you have your eyes on anything, Diluc might get it for you. He enjoys seeing the smile on your face when he hands the item to you. Diluc has more than enough Mora and if he can use it to add a little joy to your day? That’s all he could hope for. The cool summer breeze and bustling market reminds him of days long gone, when he’d go to the city with his father to promote the drinks created at Dawn Winery. If he’s feeling comfortable enough around you, he might even tell you about it.

“Ah, young Master Diluc…I haven’t seen you stop by in a while”, an older man calls out to Diluc as the two of you pass his stall, “and you must be y/n, right? I remember how quickly word spread throughout the town when it became official that Mondstadt’s richest bachelor had finally settled down. There were a lot of disappointed young ladies, let me tell you…” Diluc awkwardly chuckles and takes your hand in his. “This is Ralf. He’s been putting up this stall at least once a month ever since I can remember”, Diluc explains. The man laughs and turns to you. “You should have seen him when he was just a wee little lad. His father would always buy a bag of cinnamon curd balls for him and Cavalry Captain Kaeya at my stall and the two of them would fight over it as if it was their last meal on death row.” You chuckle at the image of Diluc and Kaeya having a brotherly quarrell over something as simple as baked goods. Although, imagining them as children, it seemed quite on brand for the two. “Ah, that”, Diluc runs a hand through his hair and looks up to the sky as he recalls the memories that seem so far out of reach by now, “looking back on it, it seems like such a trivial matter.”

As you leave through the city gates, Diluc holds your hand all the way back to the winery and if you ask him about it, he’ll tell you more about those simple days of the past when he’d visit the city on the weekends with his family; even smiling fondly at the memory despite the pain in his heart about the death of his father and the estrangement from Kaeya. You were glad your date together could make him recall the good aspects of those memories.

While you were out in Mondstadt, Diluc’s maids already prepared a nice candlelit dinner for the two of you. Diluc has informed them of what kinds of food you prefer and they will adjust the dishes according to your liking. Over a plate of regional food from Mondstadt, you and Diluc talk about all sorts of topics that have come up recently, and Diluc makes sure to also convey his feelings to you through his words more thoroughly than usual. As soon as you finished eating, Diluc sits down with you on the couch and lets you rest in his arms as you continue your conversation from the dinner table. The maids light up even more candles to provide for a romantic atmosphere and quiet instrumental music sounds from the record player.

Diluc lets his hair down and lets out a sigh. On days like these he decides to let the Darknight Hero rest for a night. After all you deserve for the conclusion of your day together to be sleeping in his arms throughout the night. You rest your head on his shoulder and watch the calming flames of the fireplace as Diluc runs his fingertips up and down your arm. “I apologize if I haven’t spent as much time with you lately”, Diluc whispers and pulls you into a kiss, “please know that I missed you dearly and I love you with all my heart.” You peck at his lips a couple times before reassuring him that you already know. “I love you too, Diluc.”

If you decided to date the mad scientist who earns his wages by experimenting on people you should have seen that one coming but Dottore’s idea of date night includes sharing the research with you that he’s so passionate about.

He lets you pick the experiment. Is there anything you ever wanted to know about the human soul? Our behaviours and motivations? Or perhaps the powers of the gods? The truth of this world? Look no further, because your beloved Zandik is going to get you some answers to them through his rather….unconventional methods. After all, knowledge is the one thing he strives for above all else; and as such it shouldn’t be kept away from the person he loves as well. Whatever knowledge you seek to have, Dottore will happily help you to obtain it.

“We don’t have all day, y/n. The experiment is scheduled to begin in a couple of minutes”, he sighs and reminds you to hurry up as you give your affection to at least five of his clones that passed you by on your way to the lab. They were always yearning for your attention; as Prime Dottore received most of it, and who were you to turn them down? “You were the one who thought it was a good idea to try and woo me when there’s at least 20 of you”, you tease and link your arm with the one he held out to you, “or are you getting jealous again?”

Dottore doesn’t respond to your teasing and simply takes the elevator to the underground laboratory with you. He wraps his arms around you and looks into the mirror inside the elevator at how the two of you looked together. The fact that a man like him who had taken so many lives was now so adamant about protecting and nurturing just one brought a chuckle to his lips. “I thought you said that you cleared the lab out safe for your clones”, you remark, “don’t you think it’s time to take that mask off?”

Dottore indulges you and does as you say. You cup his face in your hands. “I still don’t understand why you’d hide a face this beautiful behind a mask”, you smile and press some soft kisses to the scars on his temple. Dottore’s lips meet yours and he wraps his arms tighter around you, unwilling to let go of you just yet. He kisses you passionately. Your fingertips are buried in the soft teal hair that falls into his neck and Dottore sighs into the kiss, no intention of ending it anytime soon.

“I thought you said we don’t have all day?”, you smirk, pushing him back gently and leading him out of the elevator, “or is that only when I give affection to your segments?” “I’ll let you guess”, Zandik whispers into your ear and presses a kiss to your cheek before heading off the supply closet to get you your lab gear. He actually had it custom-made for you. He explains to you how to wear it properly, as lab safety is very important. “I’ve seen you come in here in a t-shirt and sweatpants”, you raise an eyebrow. “I’m experienced. Let it be of no concern to you. However, seeing you get hurt in my laboratory when the purpose of this day is to provide you with the knowledge you seek is the last thing I’d want.”

He presses a kiss to your hands before he slips the protective gloves onto your fingers.

Before beginning the experiment, Dottore lets you come up with your own hypothesis about the outcome. He’s curious to hear your thoughts and why you have this perspective on the experiment setup. He explains how he set up this particular experiment in response to your questions and lets you read the files of the test subjects.

All in all, Dottore’s research of that day doesn’t differ too much from a regular work day as a Fatui Harbinger, yet he finds himself enjoying to have you around and sharing his findings with you. He makes a note to ask you whether you’d be interested in becoming his assistant permanently.

Kaveh would love to take you out to the theatre to watch a play with you. He loves the atmosphere of the theatre; that he can forget about reality for a moment and just immerse himself in someone else’s story while also being led to think about the matter of the play in more depth. He wants to share this experience with you.

Kaveh is the type to bring you flowers before your date. He knows quite a bit about the language of flowers and carefully selects those kinds that would best convey his feelings for you.

He gets nice seats at a table near the stage of Zubayr Theatre for you and brings some drinks and snacks from the nearest cafe or tavern. Before the play begins, Kaveh reads through the leaflet that Nilou had given to you about this new play that would premiere on the night of your date with Kaveh. “I must say, I am really interested in how the story is going to play out, based on the summary they’re giving here”, Kaveh tells you, “it’s always interesting to see the prompt first and wonder how they’re going to make this work with the costumes and props.”

He goes on to talk about how he’d be sure to help the theatre out if they ever needed any advice on architectural styles during a certain time period or needed some designs for their props; but they have yet to commission him. And of course he rants about how Alhaitham just can’t understand the beauty of the performing arts. “I’m glad you get it though”, Kaveh takes your hand into his as the play is about to begin. You sit closer to him so you’ll be able to rest your head on his shoulder or wrap his arms around his waist while watching the play.

Kaveh is mesmerized by what is happening on stage and sometimes quietly rambles about the design of the costumes or the ways the actors express the emotions of their characters. You smile at him fondly as he’s watching the play, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and finding it amusing how much he’s already lost in the fairytale being shown. Your touch distracts him for a moment and Kaveh turns his head to you and presses a kiss to your lips before returning his attention to the stage.

The two of you laugh and talk a lot on your way back home; discussing all the facets of the play. At the end of the day, Kaveh just wants to be alone with you for a bit and be held in your arms. Luckily Alhaitham isn’t home yet, so Kaveh can avoid any quarrels with his roommate.

Kaveh rests his head on your chest and closes his eyes while you undo his hairstyle and run your hands through the strands on his head. He lets out a relaxed sigh and a smile finds its way to his face. “I love you so dearly”, he whispers and notices how warm your embrace feels. You press a kiss to his forehead. “I love you too, sunshine”, you chuckle and run your fingertips over the exposed skin of his back, which made Kaveh melt into your embrace and relax even more.

You cup his cheek gently and kiss him, pouring all your love for him into the gesture. Kaveh wore his heart on his sleeve around you and you always knew how he felt about you. In turn, you only considered it natural to express your affections for him in the same way. Kaveh longs for someone who feels as deeply about something as him and will understand him and love him the way he is. Today was just another day to prove that finally someone does.

You want to be taken out on a nice date? Well, look no further, because this man is going to go all out for you. Pantalone has all the riches in the world, as far as Mora is concerned, and why wouldn't he spend it on his dearest? It is said that the Regrator has a unique understanding of wealth and Mora is just one facet of that. After all, when it comes to love, isn't what we treasure most the memories with our loved ones? And if he can use his Mora to make this one the most memorable date you've ever been on; that's every reason not to be stingy with it.

It all starts with Pantalone joining you for dinner after his work for the day was done; pulling you into a loving kiss that made you drop whatever it was you were currently doing and just be close to him. Pantalone has always been affectionate with you, but with how clingy and appreciative he is today; you either suspect he had a bad day or just one of those days where his thoughts kept circling back to you and he missed you from the moment he left to the second he was reunited with you. Or perhaps it had to do with your anniversary that was approaching.

He pulls out a leaflet from his bag, putting it down on the table in front of you. You take a look at it, looking back up at him in confusion. "A tailor?", you question, still holding the advertisement in your hands. Pantalone nods. "I have recently met them in the city; their store is very new and quite exquisite. They will be here tomorrow to take a commission from the two of us. I have purchased an establishment in the far north and a ball will be held there on our anniversary. Please make sure to give the tailor a detailed description of the suit or dress you want to wear to it", Pantalone takes your hand into his and squeezes it gently, "please do not hold back. If you want there to be real diamonds on it, there's going to be real diamonds on it."

On the day of your anniversary, Pantalone procured a carriage with a portable heater to take you to your destination. Still, he makes sure to also keep you warm personally, holding you in his arms all the way. He kisses you deeply, pulling you into his lap as he showers you in his love and affection.

Pantalone has a nice suite prepared for the two of you in the luxurious building that the ball is being held in and upon arrival he asks you to change into the outfit that the tailor had prepared for you. "Do notify me when you're done and if you need any help, just call out to me."

However when you step out of the dressing room, Pantalone is nowhere to be found. Your questions are answered just a moment later as he enters the room again, wearing a custom-made luxurious suit and holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. "These are for you, my dearest", he kisses you cheek.

Upon entering the ballroom, you notice there isn't really anyone in it aside from the staff and the musicians that Pantalone hired to play your favorite songs. "Where are all the people?", you wonder. Your lover chuckles. "Darling, did you really believe I was going to put you through boring conversations with foreign emissaries and businessmen today?", he presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, then another to your neck, "no, this is just for the two of us."

"You're aware that you can just rent a location, right, you don't have to buy the whole thing every time?", you raise an eyebrow at him but let him indulge you. He gives you his signature smile with a hint of mischievousness. "Oh no, you misunderstood me, love, I had this built for you over the course of the last few months." "Wait what-"

Pantalone dances the night away with you and enjoys your favorite food with you that he hired famous chefs to make. If you want to sit down for a while or just kiss him and be in his arms, he's fine with that too.

"I love all of this, but why did we come so far out here for this date?", you ask as Pantalone takes your hand into his and gently rubs the back of it with his thumb. "Well, to top it off, once we're done dancing for the night, I'm going to take you to see the northern lights. They're quite beautiful, although they don't compare to you in the slightest", Pantalone pulls you into a hug, "and after that I'll have the staff prepare a nice bath for the two of us. How does that sound?"

Pantalone loves you with all of his heart and if he feels confident enough that you return his love in full....well there might just be another surprise waiting for you in the form of a diamond ring he brought along.

Tighnari's idea of a nice date includes a hike through the nature of Sumeru's rainforest. If you're not that into hiking, you don't have to go far and you can also walk as slowly as you wish to, Tighnari will adapt to you.

He prepared a picnic for you as well. Some of the food for it he bought at the tavern; a few of the items he made himself. Although….Collei definitely helped.

The two of you eventually stop by a dock near the Apam Woods. “This seems like a good place to rest, don’t you think?”, Tighnari smiles at you and takes his shoes off; sitting down on the dock and letting his feet meet the cold but calming water of the creek while pulling some of the snacks out of his backpack. You sit down next to him. “There’s even a little house here with a cooking pot and a small table on a tree trunk….I wonder who built this here…it’s too small for a human”, you muse and look to Tighnari for answers. “Well, legends speak of an ancient race of small forest creatures connected to the Dendro Archon. Those small houses are scattered all over the rainforest. The people of Sumeru tend to say that they belong to the Aranara. Although I’m not sure how much truth there is to that”, Tighnari shrugs.

You decide for the baklava Collei made as a snack and lean back to let the sun shine on your face. “It’s nice here, isn’t it?”, Tighnari puts his hand over yours, “I just hope none of the adventurers happen to stumble upon me here and go ‘oh Forest Watcher, please help me; I put my hand inside of the mouth of a Rishboland Tiger and now my arm fell off; whatever shall I do?’ this time.” You grin and raise an eyebrow at him. “This wasn’t actually something that happened, right?”, you chuckle. “Kaveh calls that one ‘stylistic exaggeration’, if I recall correctly”, Tighnari laughs. “Fits perfectly with your usual sass”, you tease and your hand wanders to his ears, gently scratching one of them.

“Collei wanted to make a bet with me how long it’s going to take you before you start doing this once we sit down somewhere”, Tighnari sighs, “she said about half an hour. I didn’t even give you 10 minutes.” You pout and reach for his other ear. “I know you like this and you’re so cute, so why shouldn’t I?”, you press a kiss to his cheek, “don’t tell me this still makes you flustered?” “Not anymore, no”, Tighnari affirms but you recall how his cheeks heated up and he stumbled over his words the first few times you did this.

You enjoy your snacks together and get ready to move on but the weather has other plans as the rain pours down on you and your fox-like boyfriend. “I hope the Aranara doesn’t mind us using their house for a while”, you say as you enter the small structure.

Tighnari quickly ends up snuggled against you with his head on your chest and you holding his ears because the thunder hurts in them. “Sorry this hike turned out like this”, he apologizes but you stop him. “It’s not like you can control the weather or something”, you chuckle and nuzzle his ear, “we’re still together right? So what’s the harm of a little rain?”

It all starts when Nilou asks for your help while preparing for a special theatre performance. The actors would all improvise the story based on a prompt that was given before. As Nilou already knew the prompt, she decides to prepare for a play centered around the idea of lovers celebrating their anniversary together. But given that she doesn’t have much experience with love, the two of you decide to go around and ask your acquaintances what their ideal date might look like.

As luck has it, you happen to run into the Wanderer at the Grand Bazaar. So what harm could there be in asking him for his thoughts on the matter as well, right? Although, a part of you decided to do this because of your growing feelings for him.

You quickly explain the situation with the play to him. “If you must know, I don’t care for the idea of a romantic affair. Lovey-dovey stuff and flirting is just a pointless waste of time and makes my skin crawl”, he scoffs, “besides, the notion of two people being bound to each other for eternity simply because of their feelings for one another is ridiculous. Even those endeavors end one day and even someone who claims to love you might leave if offered the right price. They tell you that you mean something to them and then one day you never see them again. There’s no use in pursuing love.” You let out a sigh, not sure what you were expecting for an answer instead of this.

“Okay, great, now can we put your attitude aside for a moment?”, you roll your eyes, “just imagine you had someone you were in love with. What activities would be fun for you to do with them?” He sighs but muses that Nahida would probably scold him if she found out he didn’t help you with something as simple as an answer to a question. “Hmph. Fine. If I was to go on a ‘date’, I’d like to cook with them. The act of cooking together to produce the perfect meal feels much more intimate than any shallow flirting”, he answers.

“Oh that’s a nice idea!”, you respond before impulse gets the better of you, “we should cook together sometime-”

“Did you just ask me out on a date?”, he raises an eyebrow but blushes furiously. “Well, that depends on your answer, doesn’t it?”, you wink.

“I- I’m not necessarily against it”, he admits and crosses his arms in front of his chest, “ that is, if you can even cook properly.” He huffs and you let out a laugh. “Oh, whatever happened to ‘this is just a pointless waste of time and makes my skin crawl’, huh?”, you dramatically sigh, “if I recall correctly from what Yae Miko told me, in your homeland of Inazuma they refer to this as being a tsundere.” “I’m not-”, his blush darkens, “you should keep your mouth shut before I change my mind.”

Whatever happened to ‘love makes my skin crawl indeed, you think to yourself and smile as you watch the Wanderer carefully handle the ingredients for the meal you’re going to make. He explains every step of the recipe to you and you follow his instructions carefully.

When you accidentally cut your finger while cutting vegetables, Wanderer is at your side with disinfectant and bandaids in an instant. “What the hell are you doing? Are you incapable of cutting a couple of ingredients? You’re supposed to focus on the knive, why were you staring at my face instead?”, he fusses over you, pretending it was because he was annoyed with you. “Well…you’re pretty”, you quietly respond and he shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “You’re too much…” “Aw, you’re worried! If it calms you, you could kiss it better!”, you suggest, winking at him again. “Who do you think you’re talking to-?”, the blush is back on his face and he refuses to look you in the eyes.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll never trust you with anything again”, he mumbles a couple hours later after the two of you had finished your meal and he was sitting on your couch with you, snuggled close to you. “Oh, don’t worry, they’re going to know about it soon enough when some random stranger decides to flirt with me and you get jealous”, you tease. “You talk too much”, he scoffs and his lips meet yours in another gentle kiss. He didn’t tell you how he felt just yet, but his actions speak louder than words.

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tartiloser · 6 months

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MORTAL KOMBAT HEADCANONS ☆ the cutest engineer!

starring. . . engineering major! feminine reader and tomas. warning for nothing! requested by ; anon ( 10 / 24 / 23 ) + fandom masterlist ; here

author notes; this concept is so cute i think he’d be so approving and supportive! btw this is written like modern au ish & he’s not an engineer in this :p but i cld try writing him as an engineer if that’s wanted ( i’m no engineer btw lol )

tomas vrbada!

— he follows you like a puppy, accompanying you to the library when you need to study and gladly coming to watch your dissertations. tomas only ever wants to support you. plus, he finds your ‘focused’ face really cute. when you furrow your eyebrows in concentration or frown as you reread something over.. he knows you're working hard and he admires you for that.

— talk to him!!! goodness, he loves listening to you explain your work to him. vrbada might not understand things fully, but he's quite intelligent so he gets the gist most of the time. he loves hearing about your major, mostly because it relates to you but also because it’s insanely interesting.

— “you’re so smart,” he’ll murmur softly, glancing from your paper up to you with a small smile that makes your heart melt. “i love that about you, y’know.”

— occasionally when you’re free or you’re putting off work, the two of you play sims or minecraft together. he absolutelywill be the farmer to your builder. tomas isn’t too fond of creepers, by the way, so expect a lot of cat pets in your minecraft worlds.

— he often gives certain incentives so that you’ll get to work, such as offering to kiss you for each piece of work you finish. it’s really not too hard, however, to convince him to give you kisses regardless of whether or not you've done any work. anything more than kisses, however, and you’ll definitely have to work for it. don’t worry, the reward is worth it ;)

— vrbada typically makes breakfast for you each morning before or after your first class, just to make sure you’re eating properly. breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all! tomas wouldn’t mind making you lunch and dinner too, if we’re being honest. the only reason he doesn’t as of now is because he’s unsure if you’ll enjoy or even want his cooking.

— he’s the type of boyfriend to bitch with you about superiors or peers whenever you’re upset. he’ll be just as angry as you, though he keeps you from doing anything rash. it’s tough being a woman in stem and vrbada knows that, so he always tries to make sure you feel heard. if there’s ever a moment where you doubt yourself and your chosen major, he’ll comfort you and let you know that you've made the right choice. it’s your major, don’t let anyone push you out of it!

— tomas 100% has your schedule memorized for boyfriend purposes. he sends you texts when certain classes end and offers to bring you snacks throughout the day, just to make you smile when you can. occasionally he’ll just surprise you with a visit, standing outside your class’ door with a small smile that grows the moment he lays eyes on you. he’ll give you a hug and maybe a kiss on the forehead before wishing you luck in class.

— “hey! i just wanted to see you.. you make me so proud,” he’ll mumble into your ear as he hugs you. “i love you so much. good luck today, baby.”

#tartiloser #my work #mk #mortal kombat #mk1 smoke #mk headcanons #mk1 #smoke mk #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas x reader #tomas vrbada #smoke x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader

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ladykailitha · 9 months

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Royal Pain Part 15

Hello!! We slowly but surely cranking up the tension between the two boys and it's going to be delicious.

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Eddie had every intention of telling Steve about Seth Thursday, but he was thwarted by Robin.

Steve was running a little behind because a tattoo was taking a little longer than he thought it would, so Eddie was in the waiting area for his turn.

“So, don’t blame Miranda for this,” Robin began with a wince. “But she told me about Seth.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “I’m a little disappointed she told you, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Mandy likes to talk.”

Robin hurried around the desk and knelt in front of him. “I only bring it up, because I have a different opinion about telling Steve.”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not against it as a whole,” she said gently. “Bad exes are bad business and that kind of shit can ruin things. I’m just saying not today.”

“Why...?”

Robin sighed, and sat next to him. “Look, you’re a great guy and I totally ship you and Steve. But don’t you think it’s a little early for the seven evil exes talk?”

Eddie snorted. “Thankfully only the one.”

She nodded. “I don’t think you should hide it from him. I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying have more fun with each other before you going trauma dumping.”

“But I–”

“Want to move slow and don’t know how to say that without trauma dumping?” she finished for him.

He waved his hand in front of him. “Yeah, that.”

She nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Just say you had a rough go at dating the last couple of years and just want to go slow. He’ll understand. Okay?” Eddie nodded. Robin paused for a moment. “And also maybe not do it while you’re in the middle of a literal business transaction.”

Eddie mouthed the word, ‘oh.’ “Point taken. I keep making mistakes like that.”

“That’s because your job isn’t usual,” she explained. “Getting up on stage and playing music for hoards of people every weekend for cash is the dream for a lot of people, but other than the bar owner you really don’t have a boss and your co-workers are your best friends.”

Eddie laughed. He hadn’t heard what he did described that way before, but it was true. His job wasn’t normal, but even though the product wasn’t the usual thing, what Steve and Robin did was essentially retail. They provided a service to a consumer at a price.

He smiled. “Point well and truly made. Thank you. I probably would have fucked it up between us again if I told him about Seth while sharp needles were near my person.”

Robin cocked her head. “That too. I keep saying it but seriously I’m Team Steddie, okay? But Steve has never been wooed and doesn’t know what to do when someone is interested, just at a different speed then he’s used to going.”

Eddie played with his rings. “Steve’s never been wooed?”

Robin shook her head. “Even when he was dating men, they always seemed to expect Steve doing all the romancing. That’s why he forgave you so easily. You went out of your way to remember things about him that even he had forgotten himself. That’s a really big deal for him.”

Eddie blushed. “Jeff and Mandy said to go big, so I just did what I would have wanted to get as an apology.”

She hugged him. “I’ll be sure to tell him that if he ever needs to apology to you.”

Eddie leaned his head back. “Let’s pray he never has to, yeah?”

Robin nodded. “And look, you have this shitty past that means you want to take it as slow and steady as you can but don’t want to hurt his feelings and lose your chance with him. Does that sound about right?”

Eddie took a deep breath and let out with a shuddering sigh. “That about sums it up, yeah.”

She let him go and he slumped against the back of the chair.

“So this is what we’ll do,” Robin said with a small smile. “You’ll hold off telling Steve until Saturday after the gig. Probably on the way to the club and then have a good time with each other knowing you two like each other. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, his voice shaking a bit.

She patted his hand. “Let me go see how much longer he’s going to be, because we might have to reschedule.”

He nodded.

She got up and went back to Steve’s room. She came out a minute later.

“He’s pissed it’s taking so long to get the colors right,” she informed him. “So because he has to reschedule, he’s willing to do it Sunday before he goes over to Dustin and Suzie’s.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “He doesn’t have to do that.”

“I think I pretty much established how much he wants to be with you dude,” Robin told him. “So come to the shop around noon and he’ll work on your tattoo.”

“Yeah, okay,” he breathed. “I’ll you guys there at the bar on Saturday?”

“Yup,” she said cheerfully. “Me and Chrissy will be dressed appropriately. Steve will continue being Steve.”

Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face. “Which is one of the reasons I like him.”

She grinned, wrinkling her nose. “Sap. Now get out of here before you get it all over the floor.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, yeah. See you Saturday.”

Robin shooed him out of the shop to his laughter.

“I’ve never seen two stupider people in my life,” Erica said, leaning against the wall to the hallway that led to her and the other apprentices’ rooms.

Robin looked over at her with an even bigger grin. “Well, they are men.”

Erica bobbed her head back and forth. “That’s fair.” She walked back into her room and Robin followed her to check on Argyle and Chrissy.

“How goes the practice?” she asked Chrissy from the doorway.

Chrissy looked up and smiled. “I think I’m getting the hang of knowing how deep I’m going.”

Robin smiled back. “That’s great. I’m glad you’re finally getting the hang of it.”

“Steve a really good teacher,” she said. “I’ve learned so much since I started here and it hasn’t even been a whole week.”

Robin chuckled. “He’s like that. That’s why I love him.”

“How long have you guys been friends?” Chrissy asked. “Because I know you guys weren’t friends in high school.”

Robin laughed. “Actually we were. If you count the last half of his senior year and he absolutely does.”

“You guys don’t look like you could have been friends in any life time if I’m honest,” Chrissy admitted.

Robin cocked her head and shrugged. She moved further into the room. “Everyone says that, but they forget I was in marching band and soccer in high school. It’s not as though we’re complete opposites.”

“That’s true I guess,” Chrissy agreed. “You said your first job together burned down?”

Robin grinned. “Oh yeah. I’ll tell you about it later, I really have to get back up front.” She hesitated before turning on heel and scrambling out of the room, nearly hitting her head on the door frame.

Chrissy giggled.

Steve was vibrating in his seat at the table in front of the stage. Apparently, this table was reserved for friends of the band. The only reason Mandy didn’t show them to it last time was because she knew how loud it could be and didn’t want to scare them away their first night.

So now he can see every drop of sweat, every lip quiver, every finger placement. He gulped. He really wished that he had the foresight to sit in the back curve of the table and not the front. His brain was running a full commentary of all the things Steve found gross to keep his dick under control.

Steve was pretty sure he failed when he caught Jeff’s smirk. He was going to die. There was nothing for it. He was going to spontaneously combust, right here in the middle of this lovely bar.

And then Eddie winked. Steve let his eyelids flutter closed and tilted his head back in agony. He was grateful that was the song was the last in their set, because he was about to burst.

He stayed polite and waited for them to exit stage left, before he ran to the restroom. He ran into a stall and with two quick pumps he was coming into a bit of toilet paper. He carefully cleaned up and walked back out there a lot calmer, but embarrassed to the hilt.

Thankfully it was only the girls waiting for him and only Robin gave him a sly side eye about his mad dash to the restroom. So he was grateful for that. He just knew he was going to hear about it when he got home.

Finally band came out and Steve was relieved to see that Eddie had changed into something a little less ‘sex on legs’ and a little more ‘not kill Steve’.

Eddie looked good. He always did. But damn, that outfit he wore tonight on stage was a heart attack wrapped in leather and mesh.

“You guys ready for the club?” Gareth asked, bouncing on the balls on his feet.

Steve laughed. “I’m glad you guys had fun last time. But yeah, I’m ready.”

There were nods and agreements across the board.

“So where are we going?” Chrissy asked as they filed out into the parking lot.

“We decided to walk this time,” Jeff said. “It’s not very far and not worth the gas it would take to get there.”

Robin hopped up and down. “It’s this nifty little club that Stevie and I found when we first moved to Indy. It’s not strictly a gay club but it’s very friendly. It’s called Rainbow High and it has the best cocktail called Evita and it has...”

Steve tuned her out as she rattled on to Chrissy about the club with a fond shake of his head.

Eddie sidled up to him and nudged him with his shoulder. “I think your girl has a crush.”

Steve looked back up at the two girls walking in front of him. He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. I think she does, poor Miranda.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I think she’ll live not being pursued by a Robin.”

They walked in silence a moment or two.

“God,” Eddie said, tilting his head back and rolling his shoulders, “it feels good to go out and not have to look over my shoulder every minute of every day.”

“Crazy fan or evil ex?” Steve asked lightly, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. In the back of his mind he kept chanting, go slow, go slow, go slow.

Eddie scoffed. “I’ve had both unfortunately, but no this one is an evil ex.”

Steve winced. “That’s rough. Nothing like a bad ex to make you want to run for the hills. It must take a lot of courage to keep taking a step forward every day.”

Eddie blushed. “I sometimes still feel like a coward, breaking it off with him, but everyone else in my life tells me I did the right thing.”

Steve took Eddie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Sometimes it’s hard to see how bad it looks in front of us, until someone else shows you.”

Eddie squeezed his hand back before reluctantly letting go. “You sound like you know from experience.”

Steve nodded. “My parents, unfortunately.” He ran thumb over the warmth Eddie’s hand left behind in his palm. “It wasn’t until Robin pulled me aside and made examine the relationships her and most of my other friends had with their parents and see that how they treated me wasn’t right.”

“That why you two ran away together?” Eddie teased.

Steve laughed. “Something like that. Her parents were really supportive.” He watched as his best friend laughed and made wild hand gestures for a moment. “Sometimes we think they love me more than they love her.”

Eddie leaned in close. “What’s not to love?”

Steve blushed.

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skzwife-02 · 9 months

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“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?”

~.Soft whispers in the dark.~

[Yang Jeongin x Fem!Reader]

summary: Jeongin’s been busy and doesn’t want to talk to you, he tries to ignore you but you’re just so goddamn persistent and annoying

genre: angst with comfort ♡ ۵

warning: swearing (watch your profanity), mentioned drunk jeongin, mentions of abusive ex, reader flinching, suggestive

note: sorry if there are triggers here, please tell me if there are more to add in the warnings. the praying session is just you screaming jesus basically, also hardly used Y/n here

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The door to your apartment creaks open and you smile despite the sound of the old door. You turn around, abandoning the chicken you were frying on the pan to greet your boyfriend.

“You should get that fixed. It’s fucking annoying.” Jeongin scoffs, setting his bag down on the coffee table in the living room. He shrugs his shoes off, not bothering to put it where it belongs.

Your mood plummets, smile faltering. “Oh, alright I guess… I’ll have the food ready in a few minutes. Please prepare the plates.” You respond sadly, returning your attention to the chicken where you find that one is slightly burnt and for a moment you’re tempted to give that one to Jeongin.

You shake your head, what are you even thinking? He’s just tired.

Even though ten minutes have passed you don’t hear the clinking of plates being placed on the glass dining table.

“Baby? Are you preparing the-“ You get cut off by the tv turning on, then you hear the familiar voice of Sofia Vergara yelling at Stella.

You sigh, “Yeah babe, I’ll prepare it for you blah blah.”

~•~

A few days have passed since then and you still haven’t forgotten about it. That behavior becoming a daily for both of you.

You getting up early to make breakfast for both of you, leaving for work, coming home to the dishes you used for breakfast, a messy bed, and clothes scattered around the living room. You cleaning everything, making dinner and having to deal with your boyfriend who doesn’t want to talk to you, look at you, or be in the same room as you.

You feel him pulling away and it breaks your heart. He wasn’t always like this. No, he used to treat you to dinner, make fancy picnics, bring you to the beach. You used to have laugh filled conversations with your boyfriend, used to smile at his random flower deliveries to your work.

Now you can only reminisce. All those sweet moments lost in time like a speck of dust in the wind.

You frown, you’ll try to keep your relationship together and fix things tonight. You have to.

Tonight you make his favorite, even going as far as buying his favorite flowers in the flower shop near your complex to put in a vase so he can smell it while eating. You clean the whole apartment and spray his favorite cologne.

After you’re done you wait patiently, sitting on the couch while scrolling on your phone. You wait hours, which is weird as he usually gets home by 9. It’s way past 9, you’ve called at least 30 times and left a few text messages.

You’re worried, so worried you fall asleep on the couch with all the lights still on.

When you wake up it’s midnight, you see the door open silently and watch as he stumbles into the apartment with the help of two friends, who you know to be Felix and Seungmin.

“Sorry, Y/n noona.” Felix whispers, careful not to disturb your boyfriend. He sends an apologetic smile.

“Chan hyung was trying to get him home before 10 but he didn’t want to go, mumbling about how y-“ Seungmin explains before he gets cut off by Felix nudging him. Seungmin coughs, “Well goodnight noona, sorry for the sudden and late intrusion.”

As they say their goodbyes, after putting your boyfriend on his bed, Seungmin hands you Jeongin’s keys. “Thank you. Oh and take care while driving.” You bid farewell to the boys, shutting the door behind you.

“Well that’s great. I’ll have to reheat this in the morning, I love you too I.n.” You’re body goes on auto pilot as you put away food in containers and place it in the fridge.

You only come to when your hands hit the water, you’re washing the dishes and you don’t even know how you got there. You sigh, finishing up and going back to the couch. You won’t sleep in the same room as a drunk I.n, that’s just silly.

~•~

When morning finally comes you wake up to a shouting Jeongin, you find yourself sitting in the dining room and wonder what lead up to this moment.

“-my cologne was half full when I left yesterday, and when I come back it’s nearly empty?” He yells at you before turning around to leave for practice at the studio. “Are you having another man over who uses my things and just suddenly leaves?” His accusations hit you, slapping you wide awake despite him only murmuring the last part.

“What the actual fuck, Jeongin?” You mutter angrily, words fall on deaf ears though as he slams the door on his way out, the hinges starting to creak again.

The rest of the day you replay that argument, wondering if it’s really your fault. You did go overboard with spraying his cologne all over the apartment yesterday, but you would never cheat on him. That boy was is your first love.

You’re bothered the whole time at work, resulting in your manager, Na-yeon to dismiss you early. “Y/n, I hope you’re okay. I’m letting you go early, you need some rest.” She smiles at you and you return the gesture, although it’s not a very genuine one.

Back at your apartment you rest on your bed, the cushions feeling foreign since you’ve been sleeping on the couch since you and your boyfriend started fighting. When you plop your head down on the pillow you smell alcohol, you cringe, immediately putting new bed sheets and throwing the old ones in the washer.

The rest of the afternoon is spent waiting for your boyfriend to come home, you decide to just say sorry, maybe give him a little kiss, you haven’t touched him in what feels like years.

When the door creaks open you shoot up from the bed, exiting your shared room and immediately hugging him, “Baby, I’m sorry for using your cologne.” Your words are muffled, head on his chest.

“Don’t bother me,” he just shrugs you off and goes straight for his office.

You frown, knocking on the door before entering.

“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?” He says, not even looking at you.

You ignore what he said, going to kiss his head when he swivels around on his chair, the action making you stumble to the floor. “Darling-“

“Get the fuck out, Y/n! I don’t want to talk to you so get the fuck out of my face. I’m so tired, so sick of you annoying me with your presence. Get out, for fucks sake.” He shouts at you, your eyes meet and you can’t help but look away flinching.

You look a lot like my ex.

You retreat to your shared room, sobbing quietly when you get there.

You wonder why his eyes don’t hold love anymore, they only resemble those of your ex, he had the same look Jeongin had. The only difference was if your ex had that look, he was going to beat the shit out of you.

~•~

It’s dark outside when you wake to your alarm, you wonder why you even have a 4AM alarm. You shut it off, not bothering to look at the name.

It’s morning yet again, you find yourself (hating mornings) on the floor of your bedroom, and the events from last night come crashing back into your mind, spilling from your eyes. You sniffle.

You come out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible only to see the apartment empty, your boyfriend isn’t home. It’s a Sunday, where else could he be?

Before you can think about anything else the door opens again, you didn’t even notice the keys on the doorknob. He’s shocked to see you up already and he drops what he was holding to walk closer to you.

“I want to break up.” It slips from your mouth. You look away, not wanting to see the reaction on his face, afraid it’ll be one of relief and joy.

You hear him choke on his words, is he, crying…?

“Baby no, no, no. I’m sorry. I’m so- sorry it’s all my fault.” He stutters through sobs, you feel his arms wrap around your waist but you slap it away.

He falls to the ground. On his knees crying, he looks pretty. “I’m not repeating myself, Yang Jeongin.”

His eyes shift to your hands, he reaches for it but you avoid him. Your boyfriend ex shuffles closer to you, lifting his head to look at your face. He finds your cheeks red, eyes a bit puffy from crying, and your lips pursed.

“Please take me back. Please give me another chance I’ll be better.” He starts begging. “Not on our anniversary please.”

You’re stunned, anniversary? That’s not today… your eyes shift to the calendar to see a heart shape on the date. It is. So that’s why you had an alarm.

Your gaze fall on the things he was carrying earlier, but it’s no use as you can’t quite make it out in the dark.

“-sorry for all the the things I’ve said, I know I can’t take that back. But you aren’t annoying at all, you don’t bother me, I do love you. I’m sorry, sorry. Please, Y/n just, give me one last chance. Let me make things right.” You finally let him touch you and his eyes sparkle, you pull him up. Hugging him.

He hugs back quickly, afraid you’ll change your mind, his arms around your waist squeezing a bit hard but you find it comforting.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. For being such an asshole. I- I never want to leave your side.” He babbles, peppering your forehead with kisses. “Were you, were you really going to break up with me?” He reluctantly asks and you can hear his heartbeat. He’s nervous, afraid you’ll leave him.

You nod meekly and he inhales sharply. “I’m sorry. For pushing you away, I’ll make things right okay-“

You don’t let him finish. You just cup his cheeks and bring him down to kiss him. He squeaks, cheeks reddening, the blush going to his ears.

“I thought I was the problem, Innie.” You whisper before kissing him again.

“No you’re never the problem. I was the dick.” He whispers back, pushing you against the wall gently. He leans down, biting your lower lip then licking your jaw, sucking on your neck and slowly going down to your chest until you stop him.

“Maybe later, right now I just want my sweet baby back.” You murmur, shyly covering your face as you nuzzle into his chest.

He smiles, “so you take me back.” I.n says a bit teary eyed.

You nod again, “yes.”

He sighs in relief, letting you go and rushing to the things he left on the floor. “Just give me 10 minutes okay, I have something for you.” He excitedly arranges things on the dining room table, humming the song he was singing when you first met each other at a college library.

“Alright close your eyes, baby girl.” He goes behind you to cover you eyes and lead you to the table. “I love you so much, happy 2nd anniversary my love.” His voice is soft, he’s whispering it to you like you’re his whole world and it sends shivers down your spine.

When he lets you open your eyes you can’t help but smile, starting to cry again when he worriedly holds you, asking why’s and reassuring you.

“I love you so much, Yang Jeongin. Never push me away again.” You mumble.

“I promise. I love you more, L/n Y/n.” He replies, you hear the sincerity in his voice, it makes you giddy.

“No, Yang Y/n.” You whisper but he catches it, you two blush as if you haven’t been together for two years.

“Hm, I like that.”

“Yeah. You do? How about we take ‘later’ now.” You suggest, grinning into his neck before sucking and biting.

And for the first time in a long time, you ‘sleep’ in the bed with him. Leaving the things he’s prepared for after your ‘praying’ session.

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gnomeniche · 2 years

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[hitting them with the humanization beam]

i know i’ve humanized them before but i wanted to actually make some cleaner and colored pics of them! also human/normal world au stuff beneath the cut if you want it (even tho these humanizations are not au-exclusive. i use them wherever i want).

yellow owns the house. roy, his rich, neglectful producer dad, let him have it to get him out of his hair.

he lets the other two live with him for free because he’s lonely. which would be a red flag from anyone who wasn’t as genuinely nice as yellow. he’s SO jazzed to have new friends but the other two are staying there because they are broke as hell. eventually they all end up friends anyway.

yellow is the youngest one and still in college (roy is paying for it), and the other two are around the same age and have been graduated for a few years now. red was a film major, duck was a business major (with extremely okay grades), and yellow is studying programming and struggling. not bc he’s bad at it! he just has unmedicated adhd, but that means he’s been there for a few years longer than he thinks he should have been. it frustrates him.

even though red and duck are graduated they are ALSO struggling. red wants to work on children’s television but he is Bad at networking because he can’t seem to do social scenarios correctly. duck is trying to get some kind of job but he’s bad at adapting to new situations so he can’t hold one down. don’t worry guys you’ll get there eventually. but right now red makes weird experimental youtube shorts and duck is trying to do something online as a side hustle. maybe he has a blog or something where he posts his very dramatic and very bad opinions. for 8000 a month he will stop. he almost gets into crypto except yellow and red slowly and patiently explain why it’s bad.

“what about the teachers?” lesley is a work friend of roy’s and used to own the house until he bought it off her. she shows up from time to time just to see how things are going and she always brings one of her weirdo friends with her and it always ends in disaster. but she herself gets along with the trio okay. maybe she just brings her weirdo friends over because she thinks it’s funny. she MIGHT be yellow’s biomom but she’ll never tell.

segueing into family situations from that. yellow never knew his mom and only had roy but has been very neglected by him; roy pays for whatever he needs, but he otherwise doesn’t care very much about his son or give any kind of love. red has a family but they don’t really like him and he knows the family business would crush his soul so he’s out on his own. duck didn’t know his parents and was a foster kid who just kind of aged out of the system.

duck ended up at the same high school as red one year and they used to smoke weed together after class. try and keep up maaaaate. red does not remember this but duck thinks this makes red his best friend. it is pure coincidence that they ended up as housemates. once red remembers this he is mortified that his embarrassing teen self might have been duck’s gay awakening.

they are all neurodivergent. yellow knows he’s autistic but doesn’t know he has adhd. red knows he’s probably neurodivergent but doesn’t want to get diagnosed bc he thinks what is the point at this point. duck thinks he’s neurotypical.

yellow is bi with transmasc swag (he/him). red is nonbinary (he/they) and likes men. duck is a cis man (he/him) but he’s also extremely gay.

edit 10/16: more au thoughts

edit 10/17: weird things yellow has done in his life

#dhmis #dhmis au #dhmis red guy #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis duck #fanart #doodle #artists on tumblr #mine #dhmis normal au #am.png

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brekwrites · 22 days

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Please Brek, if you feel inspired to write something about Eclipse x Dark Sun, don't hesitate to publish and share it. I'm excited to read content from that new ship and if it's written by someone who can write as well as you, I think might faint in a good way.

Fantastic news for you, my friend. I’ve been thinking about them. I need some time to stew with my thoughts, to sus out the vibes and what not, but here are my preliminary thoughts under the cut bc I love to yap:

I’m thinking maybe while Dark Sun is messing around in the back of Eclipse’s head, he notices something. Yeah, Eclipse is screaming, because it hurts, but he’s also leaning into the contact. Turns out he’s so starved for touch and connection that anything will do, even he’s seeking comfort from the person that’s inflicting the pain in the first place.

That hits home for Dark Sun, because it reminds him of how he used to be with his Moon in their mindscape. But he’s got a plan and he’s going to carry it out, so he finishes his work and sends Eclipse back with the information he wanted.

As Eclipse works to bring Solar back, Dark Sun shows up every once in a while to make “adjustments” to whatever he put in the back of Eclipse’s head, and keeps pulling him to the side for check ups. He goes quietly because he’s terrified that someone will see them together and accuse him of working with the villain without giving him a chance to explain. And during the check ups, if Dark Sun doesn’t actually hurt him, and ends up touching him surprisingly gently, who is he to question why?

Eventually he does end up bringing back Solar, though it requires a pretty big sacrifice on his end (not to the point of death tho, in this case). Everyone is so excited to see Solar again, though, that in the commotion they sort of just… forget Eclipse? They don’t ignore him or anything, and Earth even makes a point to talk to him after and thank him, but he realizes that Solar sort of fills the space he could have occupied once upon a time. There isn’t really room for him anymore.

He needs repairs afterwards, and Moon promises to get to them first thing tomorrow, but he clearly wants to spend time with Solar just like the rest of the family, and Eclipse, even though it hurts and he hurts and it should be him not Solar this is HIS dimension not Solar’s, lets him go, lets them all go, and goes back to the Fazcade alone.

And if he cries a bit, no one will know because no one is there. He’s alone.

Until he isn’t. Dark Sun shows up because he lost signal from whatever he put in Eclipse. Turns out the strain of bringing Solar back fried it (or so he says). He sees the state Eclipse is in, mentally and physically, and it’s worse than he thought. He’s going to have to bring him back to his dimension for this (wink, wink).

Eclipse goes without protest. He’s on the tail end of a meltdown and just feels numb. Dark Sun takes him into the heart of his fortress, to his workshop, and carefully repairs him. It takes hours, but he doesn’t stop for more than a quick 5-10 minute break and he never leaves him once. And he’s so gentle and careful as he fixes him up. It’s that Sun instinct, to care and help and dote, mixed with Moon’s project-oriented focus and skill. He has a wayward thought that Dark Sun is all the best parts of Sun and Moon, where he got all their worst tendencies, the things they shoved aside because they didn’t want anymore.

And maybe he cries again. And Dark Sun, surprisingly, doesn’t laugh at him or tell him to stop. He holds him carefully, if a bit awkwardly, like he hasn’t used that part of his programming in a long time, and keeps fixing him. At some point, Eclipse slips into rest mode, exhausted from the whole ordeal.

When he wakes up, he’s in a bed he doesn’t recognize somewhere in Dark Sun’s fortress. He gets up, has a look around, wonders the halls a bit, and eventually finds his way back to the workshop, where Sun is working on his star prototype.

Eclipse very awkwardly thanks him, then asks why he fixed him in the first place. And they go back and forth for a bit until Dark Sun asks him if he wants to stay with him. It turns out he’s a been lonely, too. And Eclipse… realizes that he wouldn’t mind that. Reviving Solar had been his goal for a so long, and he doesn’t really know what to do now, and the thought of having to find a new purpose is incredibly stressful.

It would be nice if someone else could make the decisions for a while.

So, eventually they end up in a sort of parallel to the Lord Eclipse and Servant Sun dimension. They’re Dark Lord Sun and Knight Eclipse, or something like that. Sun eventually finishes the star, though its probably based on negative energy, which maybe Eclipse had to harness to bring Solar back anyway, so Eclipse maybe actually helps him make it. And then there’s a star right there in front of him, and it’d be so easy to try to take it, but…

He doesn’t want it. He’s not a servant to Dark Sun, but he is in service to him, and he kind of prefers it that way. And somewhere along the way they get together, though I’m not really sure where, and they live in their pocket dimension and do dimension-related things and surveillance and occasionally visit the home dimension (mostly for Eclipse to see Earth), and this isn’t something Eclipse ever could have predicted he’d have, but it’s good. Life is good.

(And maybe Dark Sun, Solar, and Moon (and then occasionally Eclipse) hang out sometimes and work on joint projects together and are sort of a team that tries to handle dimensional anomalies to keep something like what happened with Ruin from happening again. And puppet helps as well or something idk I haven’t thought this far. Maybe Moon and Solar are in a qpr and puppet and solar are dating 🤷🏻‍♀️)

So anyway that’s how I think it’d go, and this is a pretty decent outline, so you can probably look forward to a fic about this in the future lmfao. Thanks for the ask!

#answeredask #meblog #Eclipse x Dark Sun #Eclipse x Evil Sun #what are we calling this ship?#tsams #sun and moon show #sams #the sun and moon show

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jellojelli · 9 months

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May I plz request welt bf headcannons ? Both sfw and nsfw plz

Welt Yang Boyfriend Headcanons

*a/n: 𝓜𝓻. 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓰😍 my very first honkai love*

As always, 🛑Minors DNI🛑

Sfw

Being in a relationship with Welt is as easy as breathing. You make him feel young again and he wants to spend as long as he can going on adventures and creating everlasting memories with you. He is literally the most accommodating, easy going, and kind man in the entire universe. Just wants to travel the universe with you and hold you tight

Welt also is quite the romantic and easily sweeps you off your feet, literally and metaphorically. This man had PomPom clear the main cabin of the express to give you the most perfect confession of your life. Candle lit dinner, dimmed lights, beautiful starry view of space, even showed up with small bouquet of roses to give to you when you came to the main cabin. The only thing he missed was actually telling you to come meet him and the only reason you ended up coming in is thanks to Himeko giving you a little hint

Please remember though that Welt is a bit of a traditionalist in the sense of respecting personal boundaries both in public and private. It’s not that he won’t wrap his arm around you or hold your hand, but he won’t ever do it without asking first and he certainly won’t be overly affectionate in front of anyone. So if you’re looking for a smoochy while Dan Heng and March are there, you’re out of luck because the man will dodge you or go for a forehead kiss

With Welt being a bit of traditionalist I also think he’s a bit overprotective of you no matter your gender and sees himself as sort of the stereotypical ‘man of the house’ in the relationship. Not to say he’ll emasculate you or be misogynistic, he would literally apologize his entire life if he ever did that, he just takes it upon himself to be your protector and takes on those types of responsibilities. However, this will never make Welt stop you from going on adventures with others or alone. He wants you safe, yes, but he never wants to keep you in cage just to make himself feel more at ease

Dates with Welt are always well thought out and planned with you in mind. Welt is a pretty simple guy, he just likes seeing the sights and going to cool places, so it’s incredibly easy for him to find joy in any place or activity. Shopping? He could spend hours in a tech or mechanic shop looking at gadgets or just looking at you try on clothes or fawn over something you like. Sports? He may be up in age, but that doesn’t mean he’s decrepit and he will dunk on you with only a shred of mercy. And you know he’s always happy to go adventuring or exploring in even some mundane place like an abandoned mall or hospital.

Welt loves, loves, loves just existing with you. He loves being domestic and mundane with you by just doing your own things in the same room or doing something sweet together like cooking or doing the household chores together. He especially loves learning to cook something new that neither of you have ever tried before

Cuddle with this man and he will practically be putty in your hand. He’s literally so tense and getting a moment to just melt into your arms makes him feel 10 years younger. Also, ask him to tell you about something while cuddling and you’ll have his heart beating. He loves to subtly show off to you all the cool things he knows and can do. So please praise him and maybe lightly fangirl when he does cool things, it really brings his confidence up. He also thinks it’s really nice that you listen to him and ask him about more interesting things since most people only ask him to explain something educational and not actually retell any cool adventures he’s had

Welt is definitely the type of man to make you tea when you sound under the weather or you feel too hot/cold. He also might have a bad habit of letting you off the hook when it comes to work or the more boring bits of running and being on the express. He just doesn’t want you to overdo it like he does sometimes. You might also be the only person Welt 100% listens to regarding his well-being. Himeko and PomPom cannot thank you enough for getting this man to finally lay down and rest instead of staying up all night.

Fighting with Welt is incredibly rare and it never ever gets explosive or is done in public. The only thing he ever gets irritated with you over is if you have a lack of self preservation. He absolutely cannot stand seeing you battered and bruised, or worse on the brink of death because of an enemy. He’s great at communicating, even if it sometimes feels awkward, and he will sit you down and tell you exactly how he feels about your lack or care for yourself. Welt loves you, and not just loves you, he is in love with. You own his heart, you are his entire being, and he will be a dead man before he lets something take you from him prematurely. If you also happen to bring up how he sometimes acts and how he likes to play martyr himself, he will work on it with you so you both can stay safer while out in the field

I feel like Welt likes to give massages and he’s pretty decent at it too. He’s definitely better at massaging your back than say your legs or feet, but he will absolutely give you a full body massage if you ask. He won’t even make you pay him back, he just wants you to be comfy and relaxed

Kissing Welt will always make him flustered, doesn’t matter if it’s the first time you guys kiss or the 1 millionth time, his cheeks always get a bit pinker after. This man lives for the domestic type of kisses. He loves when you welcome him back to the express or even just back to the room with a kiss and a sweet smile. Same with the welcome kisses he loves goodbye kisses and will not leave the room or the express until he gets at least one kiss. Do not, and I mean do not, play with his kisses. Welt can be surprisingly childish when you try to play any sort of joke on him like pretending you didn’t hear him say goodbye or dodging his kisses. I mean he will legit do it back to you for as long as you did it to him all while he gives you this teasing smile. He will purposely not say goodbye to you anymore and even just straight up put his hand in your face when you try to kiss him and then chuckle at you when you give him a surprised pikachu face

This has nothing to do with Welt being your bf, but I really can’t help but think of Welt when I hear Constellations by the Oh Hellos and I can’t help but imagine him quietly singing this to himself when he thinks no one is around

Nsfw

This man right here is anything you want him to be. While he does have a slight preference for being the one in control or at the least bottoming from the top, he has no issue letting you take control whenever you want

Welt is a bit hesitant to try anything that’s not standard in what he considers ‘normal’ sex. Things like toys, bondage, or more intense kinks like choking or spanking have never really crossed his mind before. He’s willing to try them out for you though, but he won’t ever be too rough with you when it comes to spanking or choking since he’d rather be sweet and cherish you

Omg Welt is a certified pussy/ass eater and he gives earth shattering blowjobs. He can go all night just giving oral to you. Literally let him go to town on you and you’ll have to shove his head away or actually yank his hair to get him away from you because trying to actually move away is impossible when he’s got an iron grip on your thighs

He doesn’t mind if you laugh or crack a few jokes during sex. Sex is weird and makes weird noises and he’s held back some laugher himself from time to time. So don’t feel bad if you giggle at something silly that happened because chances are he’s laughing about it too. Just as long as you aren’t laughing to be mean he’ll join you in your laughing fit. I like to think at least once Welt’s glasses came off his face and just bonked you in yours in the middle of sex, definitely brought the sexy mood down for a moment when you both couldn’t stop laughing for a solid minute

Once you introduce Welt to some different kinks, I think he really takes to shibari and tying you up in general. It’s just really intimate to have him wrap different colored rope over your body and have him practically worship you while he does it

Speaking of, he loves giving body worship. Literally treats you like a king/queen and calls you as such

Loves when you praise him, again with wanting to impress you, he loves when you moan out how good he’s making you feel and loves it even more if he gets you to a point where you can barely even form a single word

Has definitely a time or two turned one of his massages into sexy time by being handsy with you of course only after he heavily hinted at what he was gonna do in case you wanted to refuse

Welt also really loves having early morning/sleepy sex with you. He especially loves it when you both get to be on a planet since on the express there really isn’t any soft, aesthetic morning light streaming in

He plays music when you guys have sex, like records filled with sappy love songs or soft songs with no lyrics will be quietly playing in the background making it feel like some scene in a movie

#honkai star rail #hsr #welt yang #hsr welt #welt x you #welt x reader #welt smut #hsr smut

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imagines4thefandoms · 2 years

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Trapped Apart

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y/n gothel joins the VKs on their mission to get the magic wand from Auradon prep. follows the events of the first movie

Here you were again grounded or more accurately trapped. Mother was having another one of her episodes and she refused to let you leave. And it wasn’t because she was worried about your safety. No, she just didn’t want you to leave her like your “older sister” did. Not that you and Rapunzel were actually sisters that’s just what mother called her.

This was the 3rd night this week where she locked you in your room. And just like that, your plans flew out the window. Now you were about to spend tonight like you had the past three: alone wrapped in your one blanket that wasn’t torn and reading one of the few books on the isle that wasn’t falling apart. It was that book Rapunzel’s boo thang read as a kid “The Tales of Fylnnigan Rider.”

Your attention was pulled from the book when you heard light tapping at the window. Someone was throwing rocks at your window and since they weren’t big enough to brake the window you knew exactly who it was. After putting your book back in its hiding place your raced over to the window. Standing below in his normal red leather clothes holding his hook was your amazing boyfriend, Harry.

“Y/n, come one Uma’s pissed you’re not at work,” he whispered yelled from down below.

Even though he was maybe 10 feet below you, you could hear him. You could also see the smug look on his face that he got every time he came and rescued you from the tower. While the world saw him and everyone else on the isle as villains;Harry Hook would always be you knight in shining armor, your prince and he knew it.

You lifted the cushion of the seat that was right next to your window and pulled the rope from the inside and threw the half that wasn’t attached to the chair out the window. You watched as Harry attached his hook to his waist and held his arms up to catch you if you fell. Holding onto the rope as tight as you can, you climbed out of your window. No matter matter how many times you do this you always seem to lose your grip two feet above your boyfriend. So it’s not a matter of if you fall but when.

“I love it when you fall for me, princess,” Harry said holding you bridal style.

He says that cheesy phrase every time he has to catch you. Harry could help you get stronger so you don’t fall sneaking out but he loves holding you in his arms so he doesn’t mention it. The pirate stood there holding you for a few more minutes til he heard kids run past screaming and laughing.

“Uma, expecting us,” you said getting out of his hold and setting your feet on the ground.

“That she is,” he replied holding you against his body and keeping his hands on your waist.

“We should head over to the restaurant,” you said looking up at him and just staring into his light gray eyes.

“That we should,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours.

You closed your eyes expecting to get a loving kiss from him but after a minute of nothing, you opened your eyes and saw him two feet ahead of you.

“Harry Hook,” you exclaimed slapping his bicep.

“What love? I don’t want Uma to have your ass. It’s mine,” he replied slapping it before he continued down the road.

Placing your hand in his the two of you walked to the restaurant Uma’s mother owned. As restaurants go it was awful but for being on the isle it was the nicest one around. As soon as you entered Ursula’s fish and chips Uma started yelling.

“Y/n you’re late again,” she said storming over to you and pushing a tray of food into your arms.

“Sorry my mom was in her mood again,” you explained bringing the food to the correct table after Uma held up 3 fingers to you.

After you dropped the food on the table for some drunken sailers you walked over to the bar and sat down. Harry as usual sat next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Uma placed a plate of fries on the bar top for the three of us to munch on.

“Again, this is like the third time this week,” Uma asked worriedly as she munched on some fries.

“Yea, I think it has to do with how on the main land the prince’s coronation is coming up. It’s bringing up memories of when my sister left,” you replied slightly day dreaming about Auradon.

Harry was the only one in the room who notices you slip into another world. He was the only one who knew how much you wanted to leave the isle and go to Auradon Prep. It wasn’t that you hated the isle and your life on it, he knew that. But everyone knew that y/n gothel didn’t belong on the isle. You were too…nice. You stood up for the little people, for those who are being bullied. It’s how you became friends with Uma and met your boyfriend of 4 years.

You weren’t always a park of Uma’s crew. Your mother is friends with Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the evil queen, and Maleficent, so naturally growing up you hung out with them. Until when you were 12 and Mal was bullying Uma when she tried to join the gang. Mal would keep calling her shrimpy. Mal has done it before and you’ve been there but on that day your were tired of it. It could have been because your entire life you were being compared to a literal princess or that it was around that time when your mother’s episodes started getting really bad or you were old enough to realize what she was doing to you. Either way you had enough so you walked over and stood between Mal and Uma and told Mal to stop.

In that moment every one on the street stopped and looked, cause no one stood up to Mal she was the big honcho and everyone was scared of her or more accurately scared of her mother. After that Mal decided if you were going to stick up for a loser you are a loser and were no longer invited to hang out; when our parents were not around.

It was around that time that you started to dream about living in Auradon. Of being somewhere where you don’t have to stick up for the little people or yourself cause everyone is nice. Where you don’t have to worry about sneaking out cause you would be free to do want every you wanted or find somewhere you belong. But after meeting Harry or getting to know him better you didn’t need to leave the isle to find a place where you could be yourself. You had him and the crew.

“How long do you think you have til she checks on you,” Harry asked pulling you out of your day dream.

“Um she’s going to some meeting or what ever old people call hanging out with the rest of them. So I should be good for a couple hours.”

“Good,” Harry said kissing your temple.

“Hey your here, no longer on house arrest,” Gil yelling walking in and sitting on the other side of you.

Uma groaned and threw a few fries at Gil cause she knew how you felt about your living situation. On multiple occasions she offered you a room on her boat and Harry has insisted that you stay with him. But you never accepted their offer in fear of what your mother would do is she knew you were leaving. In your sisters case she almost killed the love of her life. You would rather stay trapped under her thumb than put Harry in danger. And Harry knew how trapped you felt. He also knew how your mother always compared you to your sister. If you were not physically trapped you were mentally trapped.

“Read the room Gil,” Uma said. She then ordered him to clean up the fries and wipe down all the tables, which was usually your job.

“How do you read a place,” Gil asked picking up a towel and wiping the tables.

For the rest of the day you just sat at the table and talking with Uma, Harry, Gil or who ever from the crew was in the restaurant. Uma gave you the day off partially because she gave Gil your duties and partially so you could easily just run back home so your mother doesn’t know you left. Mother usually stayed with the other villains for half the day so you could spend half the day with your friends but that was cut short today.

An hour after you and Harry entered the fish and chip shop Carlos ran in. Harry and Gil met him at the entrance and blocked him from coming in.

“Y/n, your mother is about to go home to get you,” Carlos warned.

While you didn’t talk to Mal, Evie, or Jafar, Carlos and you talked. It was rare but when ever your mother had her episode Carlos would make sure you knew when she was getting home. He was the only one of the Mal gang to know what it was like to be manipulated by their mother.

“What,” you asked getting up from your seat.

“Let me go hook,” Carlos said pushing Harry off him. “Something happened and our parents want to talk to us. You have 8 minutes to get home.”

Fear filled your eyes knowing it would take you 10 minutes to get home. Carlos knew what you were thinking and held up a helmet.

“We can get there in 5 if we leave now.”

“I got to go,” you stated to Harry giving him a kiss. “Ill send work over what this is about.”

Harry hated your relationship with Carlos, it's not that he was jealous. It was how your previous friends treated you. He also didn’t like when you relied on Carlos. He wanted to be the only person you needed. Harry felt better after you gave him one more kiss and how she will get a message out to him after the meeting.

“Thanks Carlos,” you said getting on the back of his motorbike. You put on the helmet and wrapped your arms around him so you wouldn’t fall off. Carlos took off and nearly hit multiple people to get you back to your tower. The rope you used was still hanging out your window so you knew your mother wasn’t home yet.

“I owe you Carlos, guess I'll see you in a few minutes,” you thanked giving him a hug before climbing up the rope to get back in your room. Once you got your feet on the floor you quickly hid the rope under the cushion and jumped on your bed. Grabbing one of the approved books (anything but the Flynn rider book) and pretended to read til mother busted in your room.

“Y/n, we need to go,” she said looking around the room.

“Where,” you asked getting up off the bed and walking over to her.

“The hall, don’t worry your friends will be there.”

The walk to the hall, mother liked to call it, was only a couple minutes but the intense watching from mother was suffocating. What ever this meeting was about it had to be important other wise you wouldn’t be allowed outside. Her hand was wrapped around your upper arm as to keep you close.

“Y/n,” Mal said as soon as the two of you entered the building.

As usual if the parents were around, you and Mal were best friends. Carlos gave you a real smile. Evie and Jay weren’t mean to you but they also didn’t go out of their way to spend time with you.

“Mal,” you replied walking over to her to give her a hug as soon as your mother let you go.

“You smell like rotten fish,” she whispered in your ear.

“You’re still not thinking for yourself,” you whispered back.

She squeezed your tighter making your groan in pain. Mal let you go stating she just got so excited to see you. When she let you go you went to go stand with the rest of the kids and waited for whatever this meeting was about.

“I have great news,” Mal’s mother stated standing up from her seat.

“What is it,” your mother asked clearly agitated.

“I've already told the others but since y/n was detained ill have to announce it again. Our children had been chosen to go to Auradon prep,” Maleficent said with an evil smile.

I get to go to Auradon. I’ve wanted this for years. But by the looks one it the others were not happy.

“You will go. You will find the fairy godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand. Easy peasy,” Maleficent stated in her tall bar green chair as she filed her nails.

“What’s in it for us,” Mal asked. You don’t like siding with Mal but she had a point. Why would we help her when villains don’t really have the best track record of being good parents.

“Matching thrones. Hers and hers crowns,” Maleficent replied thinking about only her daughter and herself.

“I think she meant us,” Carlos replied pointing to the five of us.

Maleficent stood up and walked over to Mal. Stated about how its all about the two of them and her plan to rule the world. You know normal villain talk. And if we didn’t help we were grounded for the rest of our life. Ha like that’s new.

“Y/n is not going. I won’t have my daughter abandon me again,” mother stated grabbing your arm again this time squeezing to tight bruises are sure to appear.

Carlos’s mother also stated how she didn’t want Carlos to go, so did Jafar but of course Malificant was going to have her way. She walked about how good the old days were and how they were robbed of revenge against snow white and the dwarfs, Aladdin and the genie, the dalmatian puppies, Flynn rider who took rapunzel and twisted her mind against mother, and of course sleeping beauty. There was a look in mothers eyes you haven’t seen before. Hope. She was going to let you go but there would be a catch, there is always one with mother.

“Y/n, I don’t like it but you can go. Bring back the wand and that magic flower,” mother insisted.

She finally let go of your arm and sat down at the table next to the evil queen.

“Mother there are no more magic flowers,” you stated. Mother’s garden as her pride and joy and it was always missing one thing. The magic flower that had given rapunzel her magic hair. Mother swore she say one on the tv when snow white was reporting from the magic garden on the main land.

“You will find it and bring it back to mother,” she stated holding your hand a little too tight.

“I understand mother.”

Evie's mother gave her a magic mirror while Malificant grabbed her spell book out of the freezer. Suddenly a car horn went off and we were be pushed out to the street.

“We are leaving now,” you asked mother.

“Yes, the sooner you leave the sooner you return with my flower,” mother said grabbing the bags and putting them in the truck.

She had packed for you even through she objected to the idea at first. This can’t be real. You had to tell Harry. Talk to him about it first. Suddenly a pebble hit your leg and a soft whistle came from the crows. Your quickly found Harry in the crowd and went over to him.

“What’s going on princess,” he asked stroking your arm. He stopped when he noticed the redness on your biceps.

“We are going to Auradon like right now,” you said wrapping your arms around him.

“What why,” he asked holding your tighter not wanting you to leave.

“Something about giving the villain’s kids a chance. Maleficent wants us to use this opportunity to steal fairy godmother’s magic wand and bring it to her.”

“Your mother is ok with this.”

“She wants the magic flower, but ill just not go. They can handle it and I'll just run away.”

“No go. I know you y/n you have always wanted to go to Auradon. This is your chance to leave. Ill be here when you come back. Get the wand and the flower and after we take a ship and just sail away. Together,” he said holding your hands and placing a small kiss on your knuckles.

“No mom,” you asked looking into his eyes.

“No mom, just you and me.”

“What about Uma and the crew.”

“They don’t matter. You are the only thing that matters.”

You heard your mother calling for you. Harry gave you one last kiss and gave you a little push back to the car. ‘Get the wand and flower, not for mother and Malificant but for me and Harry’

“there you are get in,” mother said pushing you hardly towards the car. “Don’t forget, mother loves you.”

In the car you sat next to Carlos, far away from Mal. The car was clean and full of snacks. The boys went crazy and fought over them. Carlos handed you something brown and you gave it a sniff.

“Its good,” he said shoving another three in his mouth.

Trusting him you took a small bight and boy was he right. It was sweet and is has this creamy gooey center. Eve and Mal also took some of the food. Mal was messing with a remote and opened the screen between us and the driver.

“Look,” Evie exclaimed.

We all looked out the front window and it looked like the car was going to drive us off the bridge and drive us into the water.

“Its a trap,” Carlos yelled and we all held on tight to each other.

We waited and waited for the splash to come but it never did. A magic bridge appears. We got through the barrier. Mal asked the driver if the remote she was messing with opened the barrier but the driver explained that is opened his garage, what ever that is, and then closed the wall that separated us from him.

“How’s shrimpy doing, traitor,” Mal asked looking straight at you.

“Her name is Uma and she is fine,” you said glaring back at her grabbing more of the brown sweet.

“You look good,” Evie stated with a small smile.

“Thanks,” you replied returning a smile.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Except for Carlos and jay trying to steal everything out of the van. You tried to stuff some of the sweets into your bag too. On the isle you learn to never know when your next meal is and take things whenever. Suddenly a giant castle came into view and loud music was coming from outside. The vehicle stopped and the driver opened the door. Yo got out of the car followed by Carlos and jay falling out of the vehicle fighting over things than Evie and Mal.

We were greeted by lots of bright colors and smiling faces. A middle-aged lady and two people around our age (one boy and one girl) walked over to us. The older lady told Carlos and jay to put the things back which they did begrudgingly. Jay then proceeded to hit on the younger girl. She was pretty. Dark skin brown curly hair. She was in a gold dress with pink accents and a blue sweater. The other lady was in purple dress suit and the guy was in a nice blue suit jacket and yellow pants.

“The names jay,” jay said stepping closer to the girl.

“Welcome to Auradon prep,” the middle-aged lady said interrupting jays failure at getting the girls attention. “I'm fairy godmother, headmistress.”

“The fairy godmother,” Mal asked. “As in bippity boppity boo.”

Mal tried to get her to pull out the want or at least mention where it was by bringing up cinderella. But all fairy godmother said was it was a long time ago and not to focus on the past or you miss the future.

The boy took a step towards us greeting up. His name is Ben. Or prince soon to be king Ben since the girl in pink in blue insisted on pointing out.

“You had my at prince. My mom’s a queen which makes me a princess,” Evie said bowing to prince ben. She as already trying to find her prince charming as she was instructed by her mother.

“The evil king has no royal status here and neither do you,” the girl said with a fake smile.

Prince Ben gave a little laugh and introduced the girl and princess Audrey, his girlfriend. Fairy godmother said the two would be showing us around and something about the library being closed at 11. The band and her left. Ben walked over to jay to introduce himself but jay punched him in the shoulder. Ben stood in front of Mal for a while and they shook hands. He was going to shake Carlos’s hand but Carlos had what ben called chocolate all over. Evie looked at ben longingly.

“…as the day our two peoples begun to heal,” ben said shaking your hand.

“Or the day you showed 5 people where the bathrooms are,” Mal responded jokingly.

“A little over the top,” ben relied laughing.

Ben laughed about his intense first impression while Audrey talked about how her mother is aurora and Mal and her grandparents history. So mark Audrey as someone I won’t like. Ben offered us a tour and talked about the school. There was a statue of Ben’s father in the middle of these gardens. Ben clapped his hands and the statue shifted into the kinds beast form which scared Carlos bought that he jumped into jays arms. Ben explained how if symbolizes how anything is possible.

“Does he shed much,” Mal asked.

“Yes mother wont let him on the couch,” he responded.

Ben continued towards the castle and Audrey, Mal and Evie followed. Jay dropped Carlos then continued on his way as well. Carlos was staring at the statue until you gave him a small push.

“Lets go Carlos we are losing them,” you said pulling him away from the statue.

The entrance of the castle was beautiful. The ancient building mixed with modern style. The group stopped in the center of the room. But we were not the only ones there. All around us kids were walking up and down the stairs going on with their lives. No one was forcing them to this or that. They were smiling and happy.

Mal asked about magic and if it was around here. Ben told her it exist but they don’t really use it. He said something about how everyone here are normal mortal.

“Who happen to be kings and queens,” you asked.

“Yeah our royal blood goes back generations,” Audrey replied placing Ben’s arm around her.

“Doug,” ben exclaimed taking his arm off Audrey and talking towards a guy who was with the band outside. Doug was going to give us our schedules and who us the dorms. Suddenly you remembered this is an actual School and not like the one on the isle where the teachers never cared to even show up. Ben told us or more specifically Mal to ask him for anything if we needed it, which Audrey replied or ask Doug.

Doug introduced himself as dopey’s son. He started to name the rest of the dwarfs but was interrupted by Evie. Looks like someone has a crush. He gave us our schedule and told us about our classes with included “ remedial goodness 101”. We left to go to our dorms which Doug directed us to the right. Doug explained how normally its two to a room but since no one wanted to room with a villain Mal, Evie and I were sharing a room. And since it was three people instead of 2 we got the biggest room. We opened the door and it was like pink princesses threw-up in the room. The room was very girl and good. I could tell by Evie’s face that she loved it but Mal shut it down by saying the room was gross.

We closed the curtains to make is less bright which helped a bit but it was all still pick. After dark we walked over the the guys rooms. Carlos was playing video game and jay as usual was looking at his stolen treasure.

Mal told him he could steal now or wait til we took over the world. She sounded just like her mother, and unlike you she saw that as a good think when Evie pointed it out. Jay said no and Carlos gave him a turn on the video game. Mal was not happy over how lightly the boys took the situation we were in.

“This is the one change we have to prove ourselves to out parent. To prove we are evil and vicious and ruthless and cool,” Mal stated which brought them back to their senses.

That wasn’t the reason you were there but you weren’t going to tell Mal that. Mal asked for the magic mirror and used it to find the wand which was in the museum. Carlos looked on his new computer and found out is 2 miles away from us.

“Perfect so we go to the museum take the wand and we are home by breakfast,” you stated excitingly.

“What you missed the fish and chips or your salt water baths,” Mal asked in a cruel tone.

“I miss my friends,” you responded with a coarse tone.

Mal ignored your last comment and stated exactly what I said. She opened the door and looked around to see if anyone was near. Since the coast was clear we all followed her out the room. We were about two feet from the room when I heard footsteps.

“Wait,” I said grabbing Mal’s shoulder.

“Let go,” Mal whisper yelled.

I placed a finger over my lip the to my ear and to the direction we were heading. I was letting them know I heard someone coming. Once they heard the person we all pressed up against the wall til the passed going in the other direction.

“That was closed,” Carlos said patting me on the back.

“Have any of your guys spent your entire life sneaking out. No so follow me,” you said going ahead of Mal listening to every crack and feeling every vibration in the walls.

We made it to the stairs without getting caught which was great but stairs bring a whole new problem.

“I'm going first to make sure no one is around. When I give the signal step lightly incase the stairs squeak,” you told them sitting on the hand rail and slowly sliding down until you could safely jump off with out hurting yourself and making a noise.

You went a couple feet a head but found no one in the area. You called to them to come down and for once Mal actually listened to you. They all stepped very lightly and made it down the stair without a single sound.

Once we were out of the building getting to the museum was easy. But once we got there, there was a whole new problem. There was a security guard. In the room there was video surveillance of multiple magical items, like the trident, the genie lamp, Cinderella’s shoe and the spindle Mal’s mother used. Mal used her magic to get the security guard to prick his finger on the spindle. You tried to open the door once the guard went to sleep but it was locked.

“I’ve got this,” jay said backing up.

He was too far to notice but Mal was saying a spell to open the door. You tried to stop jay but you were too late and he fell on the floor. Everyone let out a little chuckle at jay. Carlos went to help him up but jay pushed him away. We walked past the sleeping guard and Evie used her mirror to direct us to where the wand was. While we were running around the museum looking for the wand we passed the hall of villains. There were wax figures of all of our parents. It freaked us all out. We know how mean our parents can be, we know they’re villains but these figures made them look worse, made them look like monsters.

We couldn’t stand to be in the room with the figures any longer, so we left but after a couple seconds you noticed Mal didn’t follow us. She was still looking at her mothers figure.

“Look at you look at me I don’t know who to be mother, is it wrong is it right be a thief in the night mother, tell me what to do,” you heard Mal say.

You decided to leave Mal alone but Evie came back and told her to come along. You caught up with the boys. They were talking and messing around and ignoring everything around them. While you were looking at everything around you and you noticed a blue light. You went towards the light and saw the wand suspended in the air with a force field.

“Guy, I found it,” you whisper yelled to the boys.

Evie came back from getting Mal but the she still was in the wax room. “What,” Evie asked.

“I found the wand, where is Mal,” you asked.

“I thought she was behind me I’ll be right back,” Evie said running to get Mal.

A few minutes later both girls got back. You told them to follow you and led them to the wand. Jay ran to the other side and climbed under the railing.

“Jay wait,” Mal called.

Jay didn’t listen. He went to reach for the wand but the force field sent him flying an a alarm was going off.

“Force field and an alarm. It’s a bit excessive,” Carlos commented as we all went running.

You could hear the guard coming behind us. We made it to the guards spot when the phone started ringing. Carlos answered the phone while the rest of us ran out.

“Carlos come one,” you yelled for him.

“Your welcome,” he called out as he came running after you.

Carlos explained how when the alarm company called he pretended t be the guard and say it was a false alarm. We started running back to the school.

“Thanks a lot jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow,” Mal called out scorning jay.

Once we made it back to the castle, everyone followed my lead so we could get back in our rooms. We made it back to our rooms without being caught. Mal and Evie went straight to their beds while you stood by the window. There was something about sneaking out without worried about getting beat or getting loved ones killed.

“Thanks, I guess your skills were really helpful,” Mall called from her bed.

“Ill tell mother how useful my sneaking out skills are. She would love that,” you joked.

“Has she been easier to live with,” Evie asked walking over to you.

“No, she has her episodes more often. I don’t know why but she really got worse when the talk of the coronation reached the isle,” you explained.

“Well you’re free here,” Evie said as a comfort.

“I was free on the isle with…,” you started but stoped before you mentioned Uma and Harry.

“I’ve notice Hook has been more tolerable when ever your with him,” Mal stated.

“So its true, you and Harry,” Evie asked pulling you to her bed.

“Yeah 4 years,” you explained.

You missed this. Chatting about boys with Evie. It brought you back to the old days. Mal sat up and looked over at the the two of us. You waited for Mal to join the conversation or to change the subject but that would have been the Mal you knew when you were younger.

“We should sleep, we have a long day ahead of us,” she commented before going to bed.

“Yeah, night,” you said getting up and going to your bed.

You turned away from the girls and held on tight to the necklace Harry made you when you first started dating. It was a hook (blunted) on a leather cord. He gave it to you as a way to let people now you where his.

“Night Harry, I miss you,” you whispered and fell asleep hoping to speed this up to get back to him.

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Mal and Evie sat at the table in front of you and Carlos and Jay sat at the table diagonal from you. Fairy godmother stood at the front of the room asked questions for the remedial goodness class.

“If someone hands you a crying baby do you A) curse it B) lock it in a tower c) give it a bottle or d) carve out its heart,” she asked.

Carlos looked back at you in sympathy when she read option two out loud. Evie raised her hand to answer but asked for what the second option was.

“Lock it in a tower,” you whispered to her.

“Oh, sorry y/n,” she responded.

You shook your head telling her its ok and raised your hand to answer the question.

“Yes y/n.”

“C give it a bottle.”

“Correct,” fairy god mother praised.

“Wow y/n you are on fire,” Carlos also praise.

“Just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun,” Mal spoke up.

Evie Carlos and jay nodded in understanding of how to answer the questions. Suddenly there was a little squeal and a girl with short black hair and a blue dress scurried in the room.

“You need to sign off on an early dismissal for the coronation,” the girl quickly spoke while she stared at us. She was scare, of course she was, she was in a room full go villain kids.

“Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane,” fairy god mother introduced while signing the paper.

“You might want to use her to get the wand,” you leaned over the table and whispered into Mal’s ear.

Jane protested to her mother introducing her to everyone. Mal gave her a small smile and said hello as Jane creeped back out of the room.

“You may be right,” Mal whispered back to you.

You went back to doodling in you notebook while fairy godmother asked the next questions. Carlos and Jay ended up fighting again. They were told by FGM to save it for the Turney field.

After class was dismissed you Mal and Evie walked to your lockers which happen to be next to each others.

“So how can Jane help me get the wand y/n, you have any idea,” Mal asked putting her book back in the locker.

“I don’t know yet. This might not be something we can plan. Talk to her and see if there is something you can do to make her owe you,” you suggested leaning against your locker.

“Smart,” Mal said almost shockingly.

“Yeah Mal, I'm not stupid,” you said defensively and walked over to the library.

You have quite literally never see so many book in your entire life. Everyone in the room stopped and watched your every movement. Anywhere else it would have freaked you out but here with the books you didn’t mind. When ever mother locked you up all you could do was read. Those books made the confinement easier. You ran your fingers over all the books when a title caught your eye. “Flynnagain rider” they had it. You grabbed the book off the shelf and went to sit at a table. This book wasn’t broken. It had every page even the title cover. There were no stains. It was in perfect condition.

You were so entranced in the condition of the book you didn’t notice two people sitting at your table. You looked up and saw two brown hair twins a boy and a girl. There was something about their eyes that reminded you of something. They sat down but leaned back as to stay away from you.

“Hi I'm Ryder and this is my sister Stella,” the boy said with a giant smile.

“I’m …,” you started but were cut off by Stella.

“Oh we know. Y/n gothel. Our father had a whole conniption when he found out prince ben was letting you come to Auradon,” she said with excitement in her voice.

They confused you. They seemed scared but also intrigued by your presence.

“And who is your father,” you asked hiding behind the book hoping they would leave you alone.

“You're reading his favorite book. So much so he changed his name and named me after it,” the boy said.

Fear or shame-filled you. They were Rapunzel and Eugene’s kids. Your adoptive nieces and nephew. You slowly put the book down and really gave them a look. Now you could really see it. Her eyes he has her eyes and she had her nose. You’ve stared at the damn portrait of your “sister” your entire life. The one that got away.

“Hi,” you said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, mother talked him down. He wanted to pull us from the school but mother had a feeling your nothing like her,” Stella said.

“She wanted us to make sure you are ok. And let you know she wants to met with you or if you want to talk you can call her,” Ryder said putting a piece of paper on the table.

“Why,” you asked hesitant to pick the paper up.

“Cause your family,” Stella replied walking around the table and giving you a hug. “Family never give up on each other.”

They left you sitting in shock staring at the book and the number on the paper. Rapunzel doesn’t hate you and she thinks you’re family. You thought about calling. Maybe she has a few tips on how to keep mother calm. Or you could warn her that when mother get out she will more likely than not go after her and Eugene. You looked behind you and saw the Stella was still standing at the doorway watching you. She gave you a big smile and waved before her brother grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

You tried to stay and read but suddenly you didn’t feel comfortable in the library. Grabbing 2 more books you went to the lady at the desk by the front door.

“Is it ok if I take these,” you asked her?

“Um yes let me scan them first,” she said hesitantly.

She scanned each book the handed them to you and a paper saying to bring the books back in one week. You were heading back to your room when your ran into Doug. Literally ran into him. The books fell to the floor.

“Sorry y/n,” Doug exclaimed picking the books up.

“It’s ok I promise,” you responded calmly.

Doug handed all the books to you and straightened his shirt. You went to head back to your room when you stopped and called to him.

“Um Doug, what to you know about magical flowers. Mother talked about it so much growing up I wanted to see on for myself,” you asked.

“Um we have some in the green house on the other side of campus,” he said running the back of his head.

“Thanks.”

You headed back to the room and was shocked to see Jane in the room with nicer hair. So Mal found her way in. Mal was on her bed drawing, Evie was sewing and Jane was complaining about her mother. Mal planted a seed of doubt in fairy godmother's love for Jane. Smart. You placed the books on your bed and collapsed on it.

“Mal do you like,” Evie asked holding up a dress she was making.

“Yea, it’s cute brings out your eyes,” Mal responded as she continued drawing.

“I know,” Evie stated looking at the dress. “Y/n what do you think?”

“I love it very Evie,” you said lifting your head up from the bed.

“Ill never get a boyfriend,” Jane sighed sitting on Evie’s bed.

“Boyfriends are overrated,” Mal replied.

“And how would you know Mal you never had one,” Evie asked.

“That’s cause I don’t need one E,” Mal replied, “ they are a waste of time.”

You let out a laugh and sat up on your bed. “You only think that cause you never had one. Jane, you will find someone.”

Evie gasped then explained how she forgot to do chad’s homework. “And that’s exactly what I mean,” Mal said as Evie grabbed some tan bag and pulled out books.

“That not what having a boyfriend means but boys in general can be a waste of time til the right one comes along,” you explain trying to bring Jane some comfort.

Suddenly an Asian girl with very short hair walked into the room. She explained how she is Mulan’s daughter Lonnie. Lonnie wanted Mal to do her hair like she did Jane’s. Mal was against it but did it cause Evie said she needed the money for new fabric. Suddenly Lonnie had long brown curly hair. It was definitely an improvement. Lonnie looked in the mirror and explained how much she loved it then she ripped her skirt stating she was now cool.

“Like ice,” Mal said sarcastically.

Jane then went to the mirror and did the same thing. ‘Wow these princesses are really stuck up if they think ripping their clothes suddenly makes them cool’ you thought. Jane instantly came to her senses and was worried about what her mom would think when she saw the dress. Lonnie and Jane left after a while. Picked up a book and started reading it. Mal was studying her spell book and Evie was still working on chad’s homework when Carlos came in with a dog.

“Carlos that's a dog,” you exclaimed. You weren’t the only one freaked out by his mothers stories of the beasts.

“Don’t worry y/n it’s not vicious like mother said. Dude is actually very sweet,” Carlos said bringing the dog over to you. It jumped on your bed and put its front paws on your legs as it licked your face. “Ben said that means he likes you.

“Ok he can stop liking me. His breath stinks,” you laughed.

Carlos grabbed the dog and sat on the floor by Mal’s bed and was working on his computer. We all sat in silence until jay came in wearing a blue shirt.

“Did the plan work with Jane? Do you know how to get the wand,” he asked leaning on Mal’s bed post.

“Do you think I would be going through this book if I hadn’t completely struck out,” Mal replied in frustration.

“Someone is in a bad mood,” Carlos stated.

“My mom is counting on me I can’t let her down,” Mal replied flicking his head.

“We can do this if we stick together,” you stated putting your book down.

“And we won't go back until we do, cause we are rotten,” Mal stated.

“To the core,” we all replied. Evie looked at you when you said that. It is like the gang’s catch phrase. You hadn’t said it or hear those words in years. It felt both weird and nice to say them again.

“Oh yeah,” Evie exclaimed looking from me to Mal, “ I found out that fairy godmother blesses ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go. I have nothing to wear of course.”

Mal and I looked up in shock. How could she forget to mention that small detail. Before we could talk about it there was a knock at the door. Mal got up to get it and when she opened it there stood ben. He was asking how our day went and if we needed anything or had any questions.

“Mal,” I whisper and yelled when ben was walking away.

“Oh wait,” she called causing ben to stop and turn back to her, “ is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?”

Ben confirmed what Evie said. Perfect. Mal then asked if we could stand up front to absorb the goodness. Which is a smart move since they think we are all bad. But ben said that only his parents, himself, and his girlfriend get to be upfront.

“I think it's time benny boo got himself a new girlfriend,” Mal said after she closed the door on ben. “And I need a love spell.”

Carlos threw the book and Mal and she began her search. After a few minutes, she found one. The spell would be in a batch of cookies. Which was where the problem lay. None of us knows how to bake. But as a group we can get this done so we all headed down to the kitchen. You were another step close to giving your mother what she wants and getting back to Harry.

In the kitchen, we were able to get most of it done but the last ingredient was a human tear. Carlos thought of cutting up an onion but it had to be a true tear of human sadness.

“A tear is a tear,” jay said in frustration.

“that's not true jay they both have antibodies and enzymes. A hormonal tear has more protein than a reflex tear,” eve said giving Mal the bag of flour.

“Wow Evie,” you said proudly.

“Listen to you,” Mal stated as she put more flour in the mixing bowl.

Carlos and jay were messing around about whether or not jay knew that science mumbo jumbo, then Lonnie walked into the kitchen. You grabbed the towel and threw it over the book to hide it from her.

“There you are Mal, I was looking for you. You know all the girls want you to do their hair,” Lonnie stated walking over to the counter while Mal and Evie were awkwardly standing there and mixing the ingredients. “Midnight snack huh, what are you guys making?”

“Nothing special just cookies,” you stated to say before Lonnie dipped her finger in the batter and ate some.

“What I'm not going to double dip,” Lonnie said defensibly after we all basically yelled no at her.

“Fell anything,” Evie asked leaning towards her.

“Yeah like it might be missing something,” Mal asked.

Jay saw this as his opportunity to hit on Lonnie and see if the spell works. Lonnie blew him off then stated it could use some chip.

“What are chip,” you asked relaxing a but knowing she was under the spell.

Lonnie went to the fridge and grabbed a down of chocolate dots. “Chocolate chips. Just the most important food group,” she said placing the down on the counter. She took a hand full and put them in the bowl. “Didn’t your moms ever make you chocolate chip cookies?”

We all looked at her in confusion.

“Like when your feeling sad and their fresh from the oven with a big old glass of milk and she makes you laugh and puts everything int perspective,” Lonnie asked with this huge smile on her face. She looked up and notice all of our sad faces. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It's just different where we are from,” Mal explained mixing the chocolate chips in the dough.

“Yeah, I know. I just thought even villains love their kids.”

“No,” you whispered hugging yourself.

Lonnie grabbed Mal’s hand when she notice how none of us agreed with her. A tear was falling from Lonnie's eye and luckily Mal noticed it and grabbed it and put it in the mix. Mal quickly got her out of the kitchen while we finished the spell. Once the cookies were done and cooled down Mal put them in a baggie and we all went to sleep.

The next morning we all woke up early to decide when to give ben the cookie. “Just give it to him first thing it may take a while right,” you suggested.

“No it’s an instantaneous spell,” Mal explained.

“Oh.”

“Ok so we have a plan I’m going to go get ready for the Turney game,” jay said.

“That’s at the end of the day,” Carlos reminded him.

“Yes but I can go parade around and take to girls.”

We all left to start our day. Eventually, we all met by Mal’s locker and waited for ben to show up so she could give him the cookie. He was about to turn it down but Mal did reverse psychology (which I am now aware that I have been victim to multiple times) on him. She played to how we are villains who can not be trusted. Ben snatched the cookie from his hand and took a giant bite. The spell was starting to work cause he was having lovey eyes towards Mal. She grabbed the cookie before he could take another bite. Ben then started to yell her name at the top of his lungs.

“Girl what did you put in those cookies,” you laughed.

Jay and Carlos took him to the Turney field to get ready for the game while Mal Evie and you went to go stand in the stands and cheer for jay and Carlos. The game was going great I think. But everyone for Auradon was cheering. It was the last bit of the game when jay and Carlos got on the field.

“Let's go, Carlos. Let go jay,” you yelled.

Carlos, Jay, and ben use their combined skills to make the winning goal. The crowd was going crazy. Suddenly ben took a microphone and started professing his love to Mal. He then started singing a song about how much he loved her.

“What was in that cookie,” Mal exclaimed.

During his little song, ben took off his jersey and threw it to Mal. Ben made his way to Mal and told her again that he loved her. Then Audrey came up with chad and said they were going out and going to the coronation together. Audrey kissed chad and walked away. Ben and Mal were going to the coronation to gather but you didn’t care that that moment. You saw the hurt in Evie’s eyes. She really likes chad.

“Hey it’s ok, he was a dope anywhere. Plus you are way better than him,” you said giving her a side hug.

Mal noticed Evie’s poor mood and commented hoe she felt bad for Audrey and said how if she was pretty smart and talented at Evie that she wouldn’t need a prince to feel better about herself. And you totally agreed.

After the game, you ran into Stella. She asked if you wanted to hang out with them for a bit. A bit turned into an hour and an hour turned into a sleepover. The only person you spent this much time with was your mother. You haven’t even spent this much time in one sitting with Harry.

“Tell me about yourself,” she asked.

“Um, I don't know what to say,” you replied.

“What do you like to do silly,” she said giving you a slight push.

“Um, I can’t really do anything. When mother locks me away I just read and paint and sew. I cant even do the last 2 cause mother makes me do them. It reminds her of rapunzel. I have to do everything like Rapunzel,” you explained. “I'll sometime climb out my tower to hang out with my boyfriend but that only if mother leaves.”

You noticed the look on Stella’s face. It was shock or pity. She heard the story of what her mother went through but in some messed up way mother gothel loved her but for you, you were just a constant reminder of her failure.

“I'm sorry I should go,” you said getting up off the floor and opening the door.

“Wait, it’s ok to be yourself. You can just be you here not rapunzel not gothel just y/n,” Stella said giving you a hug. “So what here has made you the happiest?”

“The library, and school, and my friends,” you said honestly. “I feel free here, no tower, no barrier.”

“You are, no one can make you do anything you don’t want to,” Stella said holding your hand.

“Thanks, but I should really go,” you said leaving Stella’s room.

When you walked into your dorm room Mal was getting ready for a date with ben. Evie was about to do her makeup.

“Y/n help me do her hair,” Evie asked.

“Sure you know hair is my specialty.”

It was nice. You guy talked like old times. Since Mal’s hair was very much shorter than yours it didn’t take as long to get it just right. Evie was putting the finishing touches when Mal thanked both of us for helping her.

“I've never had a sister,” Mal said as Evie put on her lipstick.

“Well now you have 2 right y/n,” Evie asked you.

You looked at Mal and Evie and gave a small smile. “Yeah, we are going to have to stick togather If this doesn’t work.”

“Are you guys scared of your mother,” Mal asked.

“Sometimes,” Evie replied.

“Yes, not scared of what she will do to me but what she will do to the people I care about if she found out about them,” you said shocked at how honest you were. You never told anyone about how much you really feared your mother.

“Harry,” Mal asked.

“Yeah, he makes me feel sane and less trapped,” you replied smiling and you held your necklace.

“Are you scared of your mother,” Evie asked.

“No, I just want to make her proud. She gets so angry when I disappoint her,” Mal opened up.

There was a knock on the door but before she went to get it Mal looked over at you.

“I'm sorry for how I treated you. You were never weak you were different and now I know its okay,” Mal said holding her arms out to give you a hug.

“I forgive you, Mal. Besides according to Stella and Ryder siblings fight all the time, and they always forgive.”

Mal went to open the door after letting you go and left on her date with Ben. You and Evie just stayed in all day and waited for Mal to return with the details of her date.

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In remedial goodness class, fairy godmother was standing in front of a tv and she looked very excited. She was talking about family day at the school and since out parents couldn’t come for obvious reasons she set up a special video call with them. The call didn’t start off to a great start with Carlos’s mother calling fairy godmother old and Mal’s mother antagonizing her about the pumpkin and the curfew. Maleficent was asking about how much longer it would talk til we got the wand. Then Cruella was talking about turning Carlos’s new BFF dude into an accessory. And mother kept saying how much she missed me and that when I return she never wants to let me go, which meant I was going to be trapped in the tower for more than a day. Out parents started fighting and after a few second jay turned the computer off.

“I'm so sorry,” fairy godmother said in a soft tone.

“Thanks anyway,” you responded before going back to your seat.

You all grabbed your bags and went to leave the room.

“Mal what do you think our parents are going to do to use if we don’t pull it off,” Evie asked.

“I think they will be quietly disappointed but ultimately proud of us for doing our best,” Mal lied.

“Really,” Carlos asked not reading between the lines.

“No, I think we are definite goners.”

When the day was over we all went to the boys' room to go over the plan. Mal will be up front while we will be on the balcony. Carlos is going to handle the limo. Mal gave Evie a perfume to knock the driver out. There was this sadness filling the room. I don’t think any of us really wanted to do this, but we were scared of what our parents would do if we didn’t. I noticed Mal looking up a spell to undo the love spell. She said she wanted to undo it cause it would be extra cruel but I know she had feelings for ben and didn’t want to live this lie any longer.

That night you couldn’t sleep. If you guys got the wand and the villains came to Auradon this little piece of freedom would be destroyed. Mother would find her magic flower and she would find another tower to lock you in. And she would go for Rapunzel and Eugene and Stella and Ryder. That dream of sailing the ocean with Harry was never going to happen. You were forever destined to be trapped and locked away. You thought being with Harry and Uma and Gil made you feel free because you were away from your mother but you were still trapped on the isle.

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It was family day. The five of you decide to enjoy the festivities. Mal went over to ben and his parent while you stayed with Evie while the boys played with the chocolate fountain. Mal said that the king and queen wanted to have lunch with us. You enjoyed a nice game of croquet with everyone when Audrey’s grandmother was yelling about how the villains were here. Chad was being very rude. He called out Mal for stealing ben, said jay enjoyed hurting people and said Evie was a gold digger. Evie told her magic mirror to show her the biggest jerk and chad’s face appeared. He then pushed the mirror out of his face and you and jay were about to go after him for pushing Evie but ben stopped jay and Carlos stopped you. Mal then knock chad out with and spell and the five of us left.

The five of us just sat at a table and ate lunch. At the table next to us sat chad Audrey, Jane, Stella, Ryder, Doug and other people we thought were our friends.

“How long did she think that was going to last. It was just a bad girl fascination,” Audrey asked her as Jane walked by making sure we heard.

“Yeah I mean he’s never going to make a villain a queen,” Jane said getting right next to Mal’s ear.

In anger, Mal took out her spell book and undid Jane’s hair. Jane screamed and everyone backed away from her.

“There’s a lot more where that came from,” Mal angrily stated.

“Excuse me, who do you think you are,” Aubrey asked.

“Do you think I’m kidding,” Mal asked as she pulled out her spell book? Everyone left in fear.

When they left Mal stated how excited she was for tomorrow and how we needed to get the wand a leave.

“It was stupid to think they would see us as something other than our parents,” you stated in a pissed-off tone.

We left to head to our rooms to get ready for the big day.

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We were all ready for the coronation. Mal was wearing a beautiful purple dress, Evie was in a blue one and I was in a red one. All three dresses were Evie herself. While Mal walked in with ben, you Evie, and the boy went to your spots on the balcony. The coronation was beautiful but you really had a hard time focusing on the details. Any second now Mal was going to grab the wand and this place would be destroyed. Fairy godmother took the wand out to bless ben with it but before she could Jane grabbed it. She was angry at how her mother refused to use magic to make her pretty. Mal wrestled Jane for the wand. Once Mal had it in her hand Jane ran off. The four of us ran into the room to help Mal.

“Ben I said stand back,” Mal yelled as he took a step towards her.

“I told you so,” Audrey exclaimed taking a step forward. Mal turned to her and they back up in fear.

“Mal we got it to let's go,” you said once you got to her.

“You really want to do this,” ben asked standing between Mal and his parents and fairy godmother.

“We have no choice ben,” Mal cried. “Our parents…,”

“Your parents made their choice, no you make yours.”

Mal stood there and looked at everyone in front of her: ben, the king and queen, and fairy godmother

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“You are good,” ben told her.

“How do you know that,” Mal yelled.

“Because I’m listening to my heart.”

“I wanna listen to my heart too. And my heart is telling me we are not our parents,” Mal said turning to us. “Stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Turney, and victory pizza with the team makes you happy,” she said looking at jay.

“Scratching dude’s belly makes you happy,” she told Carlos.

“Being her, being far away from that tower, and being yourself makes you happy y/n. And Evie you do not have to play dumb to get a guy. You are so smart. And I don’t want to take over the world for evil. It doesn’t make me happy. I want to go to school and be with ben. Cause ben makes me really happy. Us being friends makes me really happy. Not destroying things. I chose good you guy.”

Mal held out her fist. You were the first to put your fist next to hers. You are choosing good. Then jay then Evie. We all looked at Carlos.

“Just so we are clear we don’t have to worry about how mad our parents are going to be, cause they are going to be really really mad,” Carlos asked making us all laugh.

“Your parents can’t reach you here,” ben reassured Carlos.

“Okay then good,” he said before putting his hand in the circle. We all looked to Ben for him to join in cause he’s a part of our group. For a nice second everything was fine til a loud thunderous sound filled the room. Green smoke was coming in and Maleficent appeared in front of everyone. Mal told her to go away but she didn’t listen. Mal threw the want to the fairy godmother who tried to use it on Malificant but she was too slow. Everyone in the room froze except for the five of us. Maleficent took Ben’s ring off of Mal’s finger and told her love was stupid. Mal told her how she didn’t want to be like her.

“Love is not weak or ridiculous, it's actually really really amazing,” Mal cried.

Mal took the want from her mother and jay tried to take the staff but he was unsuccessful. Maleficent then turned into her dragon form. Evie tried to use her mirror to blind the Beast. Mal pushed us all behind her and started chanting, “ the strength of evil is good as none when stands before five hearts as one.” She kept repeating it and repeating it til her mother turned from a dragon to a lizard. Shrinking to the size of love in her heart. Mal gave fairy godmother her wand and Mal got her ring back. Fairy un froze everyone. Mal went to talk to Jane and fairy to try to lessen the punishment you needed to talk to ben.

“Ben,” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“Is there any way I can get a letter to the isle? I need to explain this to someone. I need him to know why I’m staying,” you asked.

“I'll see what I can do,” he replied.

You wrapped your arm around him and next to him was Evie then Carlos then jay. A guard put a glass container over Malificant to keep her from escaping. Mal came over to you and placed her arm around you.

“You will be okay,” she whispered in your ear knowing how sad you are about leaving a certain someone behind.

“Thanks.”

For the first time in forever, you didn’t have to worry about your mother's anger or her episodes where she locked you up. Never again were you going to lock away. Never again were you going to be trapped. You were free. But with that freedom, you lost the only person who made you feel special, unique.

#harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #descendants imagine

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leasstories · 5 months

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Lea’s advent calendar day 13 – Scary

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 12:

[meeting Santa at the mall but it goes awfully wrong]

Dad!Eddie x mom!reader

No trigger warning.

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December 22nd, 1991

Eddie Munson and you have been dating since high school. You’re both still living in Hawkins. Eddie works as a bartender at the Hideout at night, so he can be the one taking care of your daughter during the day, while you are at work. As for you, you work as a secretary for Hawkins’ police station. You don’t like your job, but you need the money.

Almost three years ago, you unexpectedly got pregnant. You and Eddie were only 22 years old back then, but you still decided to keep the baby. Now you have a beautiful daughter named Galadriel. Eddie and you both share a passion for The Lord of The Rings, so you had to name your daughter after one of the characters. Now, your little Galadriel is two years old. As she is now two years old and more aware of her surroundings, Eddie and you decided to make a trip to the mall to see Santa.

When you told your daughter, she was so excited, she's been talking about it for days. It warms both yours and Eddie’s heart to see your daughter like this. You pack a diaper bag with diapers (in case of accident) as well as changing clothes, her pacifier, her Teddy, a water bottle, and a milk bottle. You also pack teething biscuits in case your daughter is hungry. While you’re packing Eddie gets the impossible mission to make her get ready.

Eddie takes cartoonish voice and makes her left shoe dance. “Please Galadriel, let me be put on. I promise to keep you warm and protect your cute little feet from being hurt outside.

Galadriel is pouting. “Don’t want.” She speaks.

Eddie is helpless, he doesn’t know how to make his (sometimes) petulant daughter to put her shoes on.

He raises the left shoe and make it dance, still using his cartoonish voice. “Please little Galadriel, let me be on your feet. If you don’t put me on, we can’t go meet Santa you know?”

Galadriel crosses her arms and stomp her foot. “NO” she says raising her voice.

At that point, you arrive into your hallway and asks. “What’s going on here.”

Eddie keeps his cartoonish voice, moving the shoe around to show that it is the shoe speaking. “Little Galadriel doesn’t want me to be at her feet.”

You crouch down in front of your daughter and take the shoe from Eddie’s hand, looking at him sympathetically.

“Hey Bunny, if you want to go meet Santa you have to put your shoes and coat on. We can’t go outside without them. You know, it’s freezing outside.” You explain patiently.

Eddie looks at you fondly. He really loves seeing him interacting with your daughter, he loves how you handle her tantrums.

Galadriel drops her hands and shrugs. “Don’t like shoes.” She speaks.

“I have an idea!” Eddie dramatically says.

Galadriel turns towards Eddie, her curious big brown eyes looking at him.

“What about you put them on, we go see Santa and then we buy new boots for you? How does that sound?” Eddie asks.

She nods her head and let you put her shoes and coat on. You go to the mall, you put some Christmas songs (even though Eddie protested) during the car ride and you giggle at your daughter trying to sing along.

After a 10 minutes’ drive, you arrive at the mall. You’re in the line to see Santa and your daughter looks so excited. She’s holding both you and Eddie’s hand.

“Ready to meet Santa?” Eddie asks when there is only one person in front of you.

“Yes! Yes! Tell him I want guitar. Like Daddy!” she says enthusiastically.

Eddie smiles at that. “And if Santa brings you a guitar, I promise to teach you.”

“Eddie she’s too young to learn how to play guitar.” You tell him.

“Don’t listen to mommy.” Eddie says while covering Galadriel’s ears.

As soon as it is Galadriel’s turn you and Eddie lead Galadriel to Santa’s chair, but as soon as she is close to him, Galadriel hides between her father’s legs and starts crying. Eddie picks her up and whispers sweet nothing into her ears.

“Hey, shh…" he says, "everything’s fine, daddy's here” Eddie keeps going, hugging her close to his chest and soothingly rubbing his daughter’s back. He brings Galadriel and a quieter place of the mall while you profusely apologize to Santa.

“What happened back there?” Eddie asks calmly, while his daughter tries to stop sobbing.

“Scary” she manages to say in between to sobs.

You decide to let Eddie handle it, you know that when your daughter’s overwhelmed, she is a daddy’s girl and only Eddie can make her calm down.

“You got scared sweetie?” he asks and your daughter nods.

Galadriel nods.

“You know, there is nothing to be afraid of besides mommy and I were here.” Eddie gently tells her.

“Daddy? Hug please.” Galadriel says.

Eddie hugs his daughter to his chest and asks her. “What about grabbing a hot chocolate, how does that sound to you Sweetie?” he asks.

She enthusiastically nod.

Your little family sits at a coffee, ordering three hot chocolates. Your daughter hands up with chocolate everywhere and Eddie and you hold hands all along while your daughter tries to tell you all she wants for Christmas. You and Eddie love those family moments, more than anything.

#Lea's advent calendar #Lea's advent calendar 2023 #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson lives #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #dad eddie munson

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thespectralvision · 3 months

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I typed up a little thing on Facebook, where I'm trying to be more open about my struggles and less internal, and I wanted to share it here too, since this is my space to be my weird little robot loving self:

It doesn’t take long for most people to realize I’m a Marvel fan. Usually that comes with a follow up question- who is your favorite character? I love watching the reactions; it’s clear people expect me to say Spider-Man or Iron Man or one of the other, more ‘popular,’ heroes. My favorite reaction when I said it was Vision was a comment made of “That’s a bold choice.”

The Vision certainly isn’t the most popular Avenger, it’s true. I’ve talked with artists at conventions who don’t bother bringing prints of him because they just don’t sell and space is limited. I see the comments on conventions where Mr. Bettany is a guest saying “Is Vision the best you can do?”. It sucks seeing that, and upsets me because every character is important to someone. Yes he’s not the most exciting or action packed hero. He’s kind of silly looking. He’s a thinker more than a fighter. And he’s been treated pretty badly in writing since the late 80’s and forgotten until very recently.

Trying to explain why he’s my favorite would take me days. Even choosing my favorite comic run/issue is hard. I would argue that Tom King’s series The Vision from 2015-16 is my favorite series of all time. I’ve read it over and over, and while it’s contested by some as being out of character I think it’s one of her few times Vision (and more importantly his trauma) has really been explored. I’ll talk about that run in another post maybe. I’m also very fond of some one off issues, like Avengers Spotlight 40 from 1990, where (White) Vision finally seeks help for everything he’s struggling with.

The comic I always reread on really bad days though, the one that really explains what Vision has become for me, is Avengers: No Road Home 10, the finale of the run. When I met Paul Bettany I mentioned this story to him - I don’t know if he’s read it or not, but he was kind enough to listen. In the run the godess Nyx wants to engulf the world in darkness, silencing everything. As someone who fights depression and has for a long time she feels almost symbolic of that. Quiet, calm, darkness and the end of light. She plans on doing this by finding The House of Ideas and destroying it, and at that point the run becomes somewhat metaphorical. Vision is the only Avenger able to follow her in before she closes the door, and ends up in the house - another dimension made of stories, where he faces Nyx alone. Now some context for the run - it begins with Vision, broken beyond repair and almost seeking death, believing he will finally be human if he can find a true death. Wanda and Monica and the others are very upset by this, trying to stop their friend and help him understand that death is not what makes us human (It is Vision after all, who always strives for something he can never truly be, while endlessly embodying the best of humanity despite that). He followed Nyx in because he wanted to die…And then we get this panel.

I won’t spoil much more, it’s a personal favorite run and I highly recommend it, but Vision eventually finds, and then becomes the light that defeats the darkness…using the power of stories, and memories, of his friends. And that’s what he became for me. I think about his stories, and the stories I want to tell about him to fight my own inner darkness. I paint images of him in bright colors and focus on the lights because it makes me feel better. He’s powered by the sun in the comics, and even in the MCU often symbolized with light through hologram like effects and the glowing Mind Stone. WandaVision made it clear he was the bright spot in Wanda’s life too. That’s just who and what Vision is in the Marvel-verses. One issue used the phrase "You were meant to be a Vision of mankind's brightest future" to describe him. And that’s one of the many reasons he’s my favorite. That’s what super hero stories are for I think, inspiring us and showing these silly spandex clad heroes against impossible odds to inspire us to fight the seemingly impossible things in our lives too.

I really love thinking about and writing these sorts of things. I tried blogging about comics and Vision for awhile but people didn’t seem interested. I think I’m going start doing it again for me, because much like my art it makes me happy sharing this silly Synthezoid with the world. Thank you Marvel, I never expected I would be so emotional about a red robot man but here we are.

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE

⇢ bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, yaku morisuke, aone takanobu, nishinoya yu, oikawa toru

a/n: am I y/n oikawa’s? yes, absolutely. can I not tell my left from my right? yes, sometimes but I don’t want to hear about it.

ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | bokuto was so excited when you asked him to teach you to drive. “really? you’re asking me and not akaashi?” “yes, bokuto, you.” immediately was ready for lessons. tried his best to explain things to you but ends up confusing you more with the weird terms he has. doesn’t call the “gearshift” gearshift, referred to it as “PRNDL”. was so nervous when you guys finally go on the road. he was very encouraging but but you see his knuckles turn white from gripping unto his seatbelt too tightly. you appreciate it but its honestly more distracting than helpful. “GOOD JOB BABY! NOW TURN LEFT!” “YES FANTASTIC! NOW TURN RIGHT!” “ko, could you please stop yelling?” “I’M NOT YELLING! YOU’RE DOING GREAT!” gave you the biggest hug afterwards. aside from the yelling, he’s a pretty good instructor. 8/10.

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | also very excited to teach you to drive, but unlike bokuto who genuinely excited to teach you, atsumu was using the lesson as a chance to show off his driving skills. you’ll probably drive very little because he’s too busy “demonstrating” for you. “okay, let’s switch places. I’ll show ya how to reverse.” “tsumu, you can just teach me, you don’t have to show me.” “nah, nah, princess, ya gotta see for yerself.” not that you’re complaining though because he definitely does that hand on the back of your headseat thing as he reverses and you know that’s hot. swoon. but if you want a chance at passing your driver’s test, osamu as your teacher would be a better bet. 6/10.

ʚɞ YAKU Morisuke | immediately goes into instructor mode the moment you asked him to teach you to drive. sat you down and gave you a presentation on the in and outs of traffic rules before you’re even allowed to sit in the driver’s seat. very strict and expected you to follow his directions to the t, after all, you came to him to learn right? “alright, now use the turn signal right here. make sure to check your side mirrors, once, then twice. now turn your head to check the blindspot. I SAID TURN YOUR HEAD TO SEE THE BLIND SPOTS!” “STOP YELLING AT ME!” “TURN YOUR HEAD!” apologized to you for the yelling, but it’s the same story all over again at your next lesson. however, it was all wroth it because you scored a perfect 100 on both your writing and driving test. 9.5/10 (minus .5 for the yelling).

ʚɞ AONE Takanobu | aone’s lessons were pretty nerve-wrecking not because he yelled at you, but the opposite, its the fact that he barely commented on anything. you’re not sure if you’re doing things right because he’s not saying anything but you saw the wince in his face when you accidentally sped past a speed bump. “sorry, I’m supposed to go slow right?” he nodded, slowly bringing a hand up to the handlebar. when you brake too slow and almost hit the car in front of you, aone again doesn’t say anything except, “brake faster.” a lot of uncomfortable silence because you’re both nervous about your driving. he gave you a little head pat afterwards and muttered, “good job.” he tried to avoid you the next few days so you don’t ask him to teach you again but it wasn’t like you were planning to anyways. 4/10.

ʚɞ NISHINOYA Yu | asking nishinoya to teach you to drive was both entertaining and lowkey a life hazard to everyone else on the road. he gave you a very very brief overview of the car, pointed to things and just went, “that’s the brake, that’s the gas pedal, the D is drive, the N is neutral, the R is reverse. got it? kay, let’s go!” once you’re on the road, he urged you to go faster, probably forced you to go on the highway on the first day. crazy man will even roll down the window and scream at passing cars, “FIRST TIME DRIVER WHOOP WHOOP!” when you’re more comfortable, he tried to convince you to reenact some fast and furious scene. by the end of it, you thanked God for guiding both of you back safely and in one piece. y Instructor Nishinoya is a fun time guaranteed and you will learn how to drive with the small risk of potentially losing your life. 6/10 (minus 4 points for being an irresponsible instructor).

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | was so pleased you came to him for driving lessons, he’s always thought himself a superior driver. If only he knew the sole reason you came to him was because Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki were all busy. Anyhow, in the beginning, Oikawa was very patient and kind, full of encouragements and praises for you. but the longer you drive and the more times you couldn’t distinguish between your left from your right, the more he wanted to tear his hair out. tried his best to stay patient but you could tell he’s losing his mind the higher pitched his voice got. “Okay, that’s it. now go left. no y/n, that’s your right signal. I said left. That’s the side you don’t write with. LEFT! GO LEFT!” he cut the lesson short with some lame excuse about needing to use the restroom. texted Iwaizumi afterwards, “I’m never taking y/n out to drive again. It’s your turn.” hey, at least you tried your best. 5/10.

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notwiselybuttoowell · 5 months

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In Europe, Pringles has 34 active flavours in seven can sizes (one of which is called “David” for reasons no one can explain). Not all of these flavours are available in every European country – prawn cocktail only really sells in the UK and Ireland, while bacon is found in most places except Belgium, the Netherlands and strongholds of vegetarianism Austria, Denmark and Sweden. Salt and vinegar has spread everywhere except Norway and Italy. “They don’t have the habit of doing vinegar on their crisps; they just eat them plain with salt,” says Julie Merzougui, lead food designer at Kellanova. If an employee in Italy wanted to explore bringing salt and vinegar to the market, they could – they’d simply have to ask. As of yet, they haven’t.

Multiple times a year, Pringles releases limited-edition flavours known internally as “insanely accurate analogues” – Merzougui and Peremans come up with these for Europe. “People think we have the dream job,” Merzougui says (she has dark hair, round glasses and an easy laugh, a personality akin to an experimental flavour – perhaps a chorizo Pringle). Peremans, who has worked at the company for 26 years, has a salt and pepper beard and a Salt & Shake personality. He speaks quietly and pragmatically, but has a subtle playful streak: “My young son, he wants to become my successor.”

Like Lay’s, Pringles starts with data – in Asia, the company uses a Tinder-like tool with 200 consumers at a time, asking them to swipe left or right on potential flavours. Lucia Sudjalim, a senior Pringles developer in Asia, says she does a lot of “social media listening”, observing trends among influencers and bloggers. Kellanova also uses AI, which Merzougui says can predict trends up to 10 years in advance. Things aren’t always this sophisticated though – both Lay’s and Pringles also look at what’s on the shelves in countries they want to break into, copying flavours and identifying gaps to fill.

Yet just because the world wants a flavour doesn’t mean it’s made. In December 2020, scotch egg sales soared in the UK after Conservative ministers ruled the snack a “substantial meal” (providing punters with an excuse to be in the pub under Covid-19 lockdown rules). Peremans was challenged to make scotch egg Pringles and pulled it off; Merzougui says they tasted “really authentic”. Ultimately, however, the potential order volume was not high enough to justify a production run. (This, incidentally, is why it’s hard to get Salt & Pepper Pringles in the UK, even though they’re delicious.)

Another unreleased flavour was part of a collaboration with Nando’s that petered out for reasons Peremans is unsure about. Sometimes, logistics get in the way: the perfectly blended seasoning might clog the machines or create too much dust, causing sneezing fits in the factory. Belgian legislation mandates that every seasoning has to be put through a dust explosion test – it is set alight in controlled conditions to ensure it won’t blow up.

Inside the plant, manager Van Batenburg shows me giant cube-shaped bags of seasonings that arrive ready to be cascaded on to the crisps. At the end of his video presentation, he made a passing comment that rocked my world. We were talking about other crisp companies, big name competitors. “In essence,” he said, “they’re using the same seasoning houses we do.”

I leave Belgium with the names of three seasoning houses Pringles work with. At home, I discover that their websites are obscure – they speak of flavours and trends, but don’t even mention Pringles. I haven’t so much stumbled upon a conspiracy as been invited into it, but I am still shocked. After two months’ cajoling by the Pringles team, two representatives from a seasoning house agree to speak – but only on the condition of total anonymity, in line with their contractual obligations.

“It’s quite secretive,” food scientist Reuben admits via Zoom, wearing a pink shirt and a thoughtful expression (the only crisp I can compare him to is a Quaver). “Everyone has their own crown jewels that they protect.”

As a marketer, Peggy has always found the company’s secrecy “strange”. She speaks clearly, in a way that is reminiscent of a teacher or a steadfast multigrain snack. “It’s always been a bit of a puzzle to me … I was like, ‘Why aren’t we shouting about this?’ But I was told, ‘Oh, no, we have to keep it very quiet.’”

This is because – just as Van Batenburg hinted in Belgium – the seasoning house Reuben and Peggy work for provides flavours for Pringles and Lay’s, as well as other brands. When asked whether their clients know, Reuben says, “They do and they don’t.” “It’s just not really talked about,” Peggy adds. However, this doesn’t mean that a Salt & Vinegar Pringle is flavoured with the same seasoning as a Salt & Vinegar Lay’s. In fact, the seasoning house is strictly siloed to guarantee exclusivity. Reuben’s team work on the Pringles account; the team making flavours for PepsiCo is in an entirely different country. “So the recipe, if you will, of the Pringles salt and vinegar can’t be seen by the other team,” Reuben says.

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Time for another fairly odd parents rant

Let’s talk about godkids

One of Da rules that bothers me the most is the fact that God parents cannot tell their God children about other kids with fairies. They specifically have to find out on their own. it’s never really explained why they have this rule

I think godchildren would benefit a lot from having friends who were also godchildren, and when it comes to our main boy, Timmy, I genuinely think being friends with another God kid would do him a lot of good

Since I’ve talked about before, when it comes to Timmy’s just general behaviors regarding his friends they’re not outright negative Timmy gets along with a lot of people and is a pretty social person overall but he’s also more reserved than you would think, because Cosmo and Wanda are his go to for everything when it comes to companionship and literally everything else so he appears more closed off to his friends then you would originally think especially since he has to keep the secret of having Cosmo and Wanda, he can’t talk about the most important people of his life ever

It’s the episode Wishingwell that I wanted to specifically bring up because it’s one of the few episodes where we actually get to see Timmy interact with fellow on his own without Cosmo and Wanda (i’m aware of Remy we will get to him later)

Molly and Dwight are the only two God children Timmy has ever actually made friends with him and the fact that we never see these two after their first appearance episode is so sad because the rapport that they have with Timmy is so good and the fact that he’s able to actually talk to them about his fairies the people he cares about most as well as hear about theirs and how they enthused about their fairies and it’s something they all love to do Timmy has never had anyone to be able to talk to about Cosmo and Wanda , and while he is friends with fairies in fairy world, it’s not the same as actually having children on his level

Timmy never feels like he’s on the same level as his regular friends, AJ, Chester, or even Elmer and Sanjay (who barely show up so they don’t really count since they’re back up friends)

Timmy actually feels like he’s on the same level as Dwight and Molly, even though he takes up a leader position near the end of the episode, it less feels like they’re just following Timmy because he’s the main character and more like they’re following Timmy because they actually value his take. I like AJ and Chester I really do and they can be loyal friends, but I’ve stated before they’re very all or nothing

Timmys in this weird box, where he’s on friendly terms with a lot of people, but he’s not friends with a lot of people. A lot of people wouldn’t go out of their way for him like he would for them.

Tootie would honestly be his best friend if it weren’t for her obsession since those two are practically trauma bonded because of Vicky

Also, to add onto my last post, tootie should have a fairy not only would it give her somebody to interact with that wasn’t her evil sister or Timmy it would put her on Timmy’s level, my own personal theory of why she doesn’t have one is because she can’t be trusted to not let the secret out as seen in the episode where Timmy gives her his fairies for the day. Her first instinct is to tell everybody about them but I feel like when she’s a little older let’s say 11 she’d have enough common sense to not blab about that since she’s like 9 in that episode turning 10 so cut her some slack there

Oh yeah, I said I’d talk about Remy ummmmmm I used all my brain power talking about everything else, so I’ll probably add onto that later

#this is a roundabout way of telling people to talk Dwight and Molly #pls pls pls #fairly oddparents #fop #timmy turner #text post #tootie #i don’t know why fairly odd parents lore does this to me

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Escape {60}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Character Death, Anger

Words: 3,047

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“You seem nervous, Sammy.” Dean smirks as he drops his keys and wallet into the little basket. “Not used to visiting prisons, huh?”

“No, actually, I try to avoid that as much as possible.” Sam tells his brother, glaring at him as he too empties his pockets.

“Well, hopefully this won’t take long and I can get you back on sacred ground.”

“Funny.” Dean can’t help but laugh at his brother as the two of them move towards the bars separating them from their destination. One of the guards gives the okay and within seconds the gate slowly opens. “You sure it’s okay that I’m here.”

“I need you here to prove that the deal is legit. That and I think having an actual lawyer here will help him talk.”

“I mostly meant because of my relationship with Y/N.”

“Please. He doesn’t know your involvement with her just like he doesn’t know mine. Just restrain yourself from reaching across the table and strangling him and we’re all good.”

“I’m sure that’s a task for you.” Sam meant it as a joke even though he knew there was some truth behind it, but he didn’t realize how true that statement was.

“It sure is.”

Just as they’re walking up to the interview room Dean is a little curious as to why there’s a few officers waiting there. At first he thinks it’s because they already have Paul in the room and they’re just standing guard, but when they turn their attention to the brothers just as they walk up to the door, Dean begins to think differently.

“Gentlemen.” Dean nods and then goes to reach for the door handle, but that motion ends when the sheriff speaks.

“Detective Winchester. I’m afraid Mr. McConnell isn’t available for any more interviews.” Hearing that of course pissed Dean off. He wasn’t stopping until he got answers from Paul.

“And why is that?” Dean demands, his anger about the situation clear not only in his voice but also in his eyes.

“I’m sorry detective.” the sheriff apologizes, getting Dean to feel more upset. That is until he explains why. “Paul McConnell was found dead in his cell yesterday morning.”

It was a struggle to hold in the anger he was feeling. As Dean looked down at the lifeless body he wanted to scream. He wanted to reach out and strangle the man. He was desperate to bring this sick individual back to life just so he could kill him himself.

Dean was pissed.

“39 and he died of cardiac arrest?”

“It happens more than you think.” Dean’s teeth grind together before he looks up at the coroner.

“What caused it?”

“Well…” The coroner dips his head a bit before walking to the base of the table. “If you’re looking for a better answer than nature just decided it was his time, then I don’t have one for ya.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that this was completely normal!?” The coroner only shrugs, clearly not having a better explanation.

“I’m sorry detective.” With a heavy scoff, Dean looks back at Pauls corpse, his jaw tight and teeth clenching together while he continues to hold in his fury. Then without another word, he spins on his heel and heads for the exit. Sam takes a moment to thank the coroner before following his brother, barely keeping up with him in the process.

Exiting the building, the door just about closes when Sam is able to catch it and push it open enough to slip outside. Dean was already halfway to his car at that point, so to make sure his brother didn’t leave without him Sam changed his pace to a jog, his long legs getting him to catch up fairly quickly.

“Dean.”

“This is unbelievable.” Dean huffs, looking back at the hospital with fire in his gaze. Sam releases a somber sigh knowing there isn’t really anything he can say to make this situation better.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Sam sees the veins in his brother's neck strain themselves under the skin and he’s waiting for him to yell out in anger, but he continues to fight off that urge and instead slams his hands against the hood of his car.

It looks like Dean wants to say something but then he just continues to shake his head. If anything he was having his own argument silently with himself. Sam knows that this was the last lifeline. The only way Dean was finally going to be able to get the name of the man behind everything that has turned his life upside down and this too was taken away from him. Sam felt just as helpless as his brother.

“What can I do?” Acknowledging that Sam was actually there, Dean looks across the roof of his Baby, seeming just as speechless as he was seconds ago.

“I don’t know.”

“Okay.” Sam replies in a soft voice. “Well, if something comes up and I can help…let me know, okay?” Dean takes a moment before nodding and then pulls his door open. Sam looks on in defeat for a moment before joining his brother and then they both ride in silence back to Sam’s car.

Styles was clued in on what was going on with some random texts from Dean, but considering the situation and how upset Dean was, those texts were cut off. So Eddie wasn’t completely updated on everything that the detective had been doing without him. So when he saw his boss walk into the station and storm into his office, he was quick to get out of his seat and follow him there.

He catches the door before it slams shut in his face and carefully pushes it open, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind him before his boss could yell at him to get out.

“Did the deal work?” When Dean slams his keys on the desk and just glares across the room, Styles understands that something went wrong. Just wasn’t sure what. “What happened?”

“He’s dead.” Dean spits out after he’s dropped himself in his chair.

“What?”

“Paul McConnell? He’s dead. Found in his cell yesterday morning, cardiac arrest.” Eddie is just as shocked by the news as Dean was, but he’s a lot lower on the anger scale than Dean.

“You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding!?”

“No…” Styles sighs, hating that he didn’t think that statement through before it came out. But after taking another breath, he takes a seat across from his boss, trying to unscramble the problem in his head. “It just blows my mind that he has a heart attack after you fight to get this deal pushed through for him. The odds are just…” Styles can’t even finish his sentence he’s so mind blown.

“Yeah, well…it happened.” Eddie wants to ask questions that he knows will only get him smartass answers so he stays quiet, letting all the new info sink in. “I just want to know why. Why do I keep getting this close just to have everything taken away again!?” Eddie’s thoughts are in overdrive because just like Dean he finds it very strange that someone so young would have a heart attack, and for it to happen right now? Maybe it was just a horrible coincidence, but he wasn’t fully convinced.

“What if it’s not a coincidence?” Dean’s anger is far from gone when he hears Eddie say this and seeing as his brain is still fueled by rage it’s hard for him to see what his partner is getting at.

“What!?”

“Just hear me out.” Styles tells him, shifting in his seat so that he’s facing his boss head on. “We have this mans DNA in our hands, just days away from finding out who it belongs to and what happens?”

“It gets snatched.” Dean answers, irritant still in his voice.

“Exactly.” Eddie says with excitement and succeeds in getting Dean’s full attention now. “Then, Paul not so subtly confesses to you that there was someone else working with him, most likely pulling the strings throughout the whole operation, right?” Dean nods, his thoughts trying to jump onto his partner's train. “You fight to get him off death row in exchange for a name and then…”

“He winds up dead.”

“YES!” Eddie slams his hand on the desktop, making Dean flinch a tad. “So what if someone went in there and did this to him to shut him up?”

“It makes sense.”

“Damn right it does!” Eddie is almost too excited that he’s come up with an answer that he doesn’t realize there’s still big holes to fill up.

“But how do you give someone a heart attack?” That’s when Eddie pauses in his self celebration and his mind goes back to researching. Dean of course is hoping he has a quick answer for that too, but it’s clear that he doesn’t.

“Could be a drug.” Eddie finally says, but shakes his head a bit. “But the toxicology report will take some time.” They both feel the defeat with that, but just like everything else, they have no control over it.

“Well, hey, it’s a theory. So what can we do in the meantime?” Again, Styles thinks it over and starts with something that can be a longshot, but it’s something.

“We can look into Pauls visitors. See if anyone suspicious has been coming to see him.” Dean nods slowly.

“Okay.”

“And we can give the coroner a heads up, make sure he looks over the body again to see if anything looks off.” Dean continues to nod, happy that Eddie has a clearer mind than he does because with how upset he was, the basic answers would not come so easily.

“Alright. Why don’t you head back to the hospital, talk to the coroner because honestly…I really don’t want to see him right now.”

“Okay.” Eddie agrees, getting out of his chair.

“And I’ll head to the prison, get the log and possibly look over some security footage if they’ll let me.”

“Great!” Styles cheers, already heading for the door while Dean swipes his keys from the desktop.

“Say we try to meet back here in about an hour? A little more?”

“Sounds good, boss.”

The list of visitors for Paul wasn't very long which Dean was grateful for but also nervous about at the same time. Smaller list could mean an easy find or just a complete loss, and with how his streak has been going…he was leaning towards loss.

He looked up every name on the list, finding out where they lived, who their families were, if they had a criminal background of any type. Pretty much found everything on them except their shoe size and unfortunately everyone came up clean. Except for one person.

“Alright, the doc thought we were crazy to think it was anything but a heart attack, but I made sure he would look into it further for us.” Styles explains as he enters the office, two coffee cups in his grasp. “How did it go at the prison?”

“Well,” Dean starts just as he takes the hot coffee from his partner. “They wouldn’t let me see any footage because the one to authorize that is on vacation.”

“What’s that like?” Dean sends Eddie a quick grin and then takes a drink.

“But, I did get a very small list of visitors.”

“Is it bad that I find that satisfying?” A tad confused, Dean looks for an explanation. “You know, you hear about all these monsters in the world and the majority of them get this fan base and usually the list of visitors and letters coming in is…well, it’s a lot. So, to know this guy didn’t get the fame…I like it.” Looking satisfied, Dean had to admit he agreed.

“Me too.” he says, earning a nod from his partner before he takes another drink. “So, everyone on here checks out. All but one.” he tells him before reaching for his printer and yanking a piece of paper from it before sliding it across the desk. Styles looks over the man on the paper, starts with his name and lets his eyes scan down the paper.

“Okay? What am I looking for?”

“Look at the line under his name. Right under his birthdate.” Sitting back in his chair, Dean enjoys his coffee a bit more as he waits for his partners reaction.

“What the fuck…”

“Right?” Meeting his boss's gaze, Eddie soon shakes his head and looks back down at the paper a tad impressed.

“This guy’s good.”

“Yeah.” Dean clicks his tongue and sits back up in his seat. “That or a dead man really did visit Paul McConnell.”

“Shit.” Styles lets out a breath, finally taking a few sips of his own coffee. “So instead of helping it seems that this just put us right back to square one.” Dean shrugs, seeming a bit defeated, but more tired now than anything.

“Meh. It was a good idea. But like you said, this guy is good. He always seems to be a few steps ahead of us and I have no idea how to cut him off.” As Dean drinks more of his caffeine pick me up, Styles grows a bit uncomfortable, glancing at his friend and having an inner battle in whether or not he should tell him about another idea that came to mind. “You alright?” Stiffening in his spot, Eddie starts to silently kick himself for not being more relaxed.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” he tries to play it off and takes another drink of his coffee. But by the way Dean is staring at him, he knows he’s been caught and there’s no point in keeping it to himself anymore. “Alright.” he sighs, setting his cup down and leaning forward in his seat. “I’ve been thinking about another way that we may possibly find out who this guy is.” he can see the excitement grow instantly in the man across from him and he just knows that it’s not going to be like that for long.

“Okay. How?” Taking a second to pull himself together, Styles sighs softly and prepares to get whatever comes next.

“Well, technically there is still one person that could identify our guy.”

“Alright, Styles…you know how I hate it when people drag things on. So what the hell are you talking about?” Eddie takes a moment to swallow down his fear of upsetting his friend and just lets it out, but not before his eyes land on Dean’s phone. That little glance clued Dean on what was coming next and just like Eddie thought, his excitement died down fast.

“If he was in that house at any time then Y/N would know.”

“No.” Dean says instantly.

“Look, I know it’s not ideal but she is the only other option we have right now.”

“And how do you suppose we go about this, Styles!? She doesn’t remember! For all she knows there was only one man! One! And that was Paul!”

“Look, man, I understand okay? That’s part of the reason why I didn’t…”

“Then what are you suggesting!?” Taking another moment to ensure he makes it through this conversation, Eddie takes a few more breaths and thankfully Dean doesn’t cut him off.

“Law enforcement has a tactic they use for people who have been through traumatic instances and can’t remember certain details.”

“Oh, God. Please don’t tell me you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking.” Dean falls back in his chair, his fingers roughly massaging his forehead.

“It’s known to work ninety percent of the time, Dean.”

“Yeah, but at what cost!?”

“Listen…I know it’s not a good idea and I really wasn’t going to suggest it. But if you want to cut this guy off? This is our only other option right now.” It’s definitely not sitting right with Dean and Styles knew that going into this conversation. In all honesty, he didn’t feel right about it. But this was their only option for them at this point in time.

“So, what? I get Y/N in here and we put her into this interview where she relives that hell hole all over again and then what? What happens if she still can’t remember? Because I’m beginning to think that if he was in that house and God forbid in that room with the girls, I’m really thinking he drugged them. He knows how to cover his ass and he wouldn’t risk them seeing his face.”

“I agree. But even if they were drugged, maybe she can remember simple traits. Smells? His voice? Who knows?” Dean subconsciously shakes his head a bit more, every part of him that wants to protect you telling him this is an awful idea. But the professional part of him knows that his partner is right, and this is a good idea.

“Okay, well then the next thing. We’d need to find someone who is authorized to do a cognitive interview. Because not just anyone can do it.”

“I know a girl.” Dean seems taken aback by that fact. “She’s worked with the FBI for years but also does some side work to help precincts all over the U.S. She’s good and she’d take good care of Y/N.” Dean felt sick to his stomach for even thinking about doing this. “We can at least ask her, you know? It’s not like we need to force her to do this.” Dean nods, liking that fact.

Though giving you a choice made it seem a bit better Dean still didn’t like it, but the detective part of him reaches for his phone anyway and opens up his messages. He knows that there is no way he can speak to you and not worry you with his own distraught voice, so this was the only option he had to get a hold of you.

-Hey, honey. Is there any way you can come by the station for a bit?

He feels bile rising in his throat as he hits send. His heart is beating like crazy as it slides down to his feet and honestly, he feels as if he could pass out.

-Of course! Give me 15 minutes

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