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bakugou-tm · 4 years

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may I request a soft angst scenario with a jealous/protective kuroo where his girlfriend is getting hit on by the captain of the other team at a game? and maybe the creepy dude pulls her aside after and tries to get alone time with her and kuroo is just ... n o

jealous scenarios are my specialty, enjoy this mix of angst and fluff ;)

Today was a pretty big day for Nekoma. Though it wasn’t any big championship game, it was the first game the boys were getting to play since winter break.

The entire bus ride to the school the boys seemed to be overly hyped up, singing all sorts of songs and shouting in excitement.

You couldn’t help but look back at the team as they all sang and cheered while you remained up at the front of the bus sitting next to Coach Nekomata.

Normally you would choose to sit next to your boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsuro, but it turned out the captain wanted to give you a rundown of the school since you were the team’s manager.

And besides, you figured Kuroo should be sitting with his teammates and joining in on the hype since he was part of the team and the captain at that.

But just because you were sitting far away that didn’t mean you didn’t steal a few glances and winks on the bus ride there. Each time you glanced back when it got obnoxiously loud his hazel cat like eyes would be on you, his lips curved in a lazy smirk.

Feeling your cheeks warm up you would just scrunch your nose at him and smile before whipping your head back to the coach next to you.

The two of you usually always sat together on the way back since everyone was typically asleep by then so you just had to wait till then. For you, it was worth the wait.

As much as you loved the team’s loud shenanigans and energy, two hours of it was a bit exhausting. Once you felt the bus jolt to a stop you were the first to jump up with a relieved sigh, the feeling of fresh air hitting your face would surely be a relief.

“Alright boys grab your bags and let’s head inside so we can greet our team and get started with warming up.” Coach Nekomata shouted over the noise, causing the team to fall silent before they all shouted a yes in understanding.

Once the coach nodded to you a smile crept on your face, ready to be out of the cursed bus. Thanking the driver with a small bow you grabbed your small bag and dashed down the steps as the doors opened.

Sure enough the feeling of the warm sun hitting your face mixed with the cool winter air felt like heaven. The wind dancing through your (h/c) locks let your neck cool off a bit from the cramped up bus.

Though you were expecting the wind to hit your face as you stepped off the bus, what you weren’t expecting was a hard surface to smack against your face. It honestly felt like a wall but when you stepped back to rub your head you soon found out it was a body.

Blinking up at the boy as you glanced at him through your fingers that were rubbing your forehead, you let out a gasp in surprise before quickly bowing down repeatedly in apology.

“I’m so sorry that was my fault! I should’ve looked both ways before I hopped off the bus I was just really-”

The feeling of fingers grabbing your chin caused you to silence as they gently pulled your bent over figure upwards, the boy making you tilt your forehead up towards his own.

“Don’t apologize that was my fault for standing too close, are you alright love?”

For a few seconds all you could do was stare with widened eyes, how could such a large scary looking guy be so gentle? When the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs of the bus were heard that’s when you realized just how close your face was to his own.

Quickly swatting his hand away you jumped back a few feet and lifted your hands up nervously, “I..I’m okay! D..Don’t worry on my account.”

Your eyes were quick to move towards the door of the bus, what you were dreading was already playing out before your very eyes.

Kuroo was glaring down towards the boy, moving quickly to jump off the steps and stand between you and this random boy.

Of course he saw everything that happened.

“Are you on the team playing us today?” Kuroo spoke in a chillingly neutral tone. The sound made you dread the talk he was going to give you once you got inside.

The boy you had run into seemed unfazed, he simply smiled and nodded before holding his hand out, “I am indeed, I’m the team captain Fumihiro Hebi.”

The sight of your boyfriend smiling down to the boy had goosebumps running down your skin, he was the type that was scarier silent than full out yelling.

“Kuroo Tetsurō, a pleasure to meet you.”

You were hoping one of the boys would help break the awkward tension as they both shook each other’s hands firmly but they looked as lost as you were. And of course Coach Nekomata had already walked inside so it was up to you.

“Well we better get going! Don’t wanna be late for warmups!” You exclaimed as you smacked your clipboard against Kuroo’s arm to get his attention.

Fumihiro seemed unfazed by this, simply smiling and nodding as your team slowly started to make their way in the school.

You followed next to Kuroo, refusing to look him in the eye as you held on tight to your clipboard. The feeling of his hand snatching your own with an iron grip had to let out a slight yelp before you hunched your shoulders down.

Surely Fumihiro saw the action which made you internally sigh in relief, hopefully he would back off now. Your only problem now was dealing with your clearly pissed off boyfriend.

The game was about to start in five minutes. The other team looked fairly good sure, but they stood no chance against Nekoma. Honestly you were glad, the team could use a win before they jumped into training season.

While you helped the other team manager set up you kept a close eye on Kuroo, he seemed okay but still off. You were on the debate on whether you should say something. He remained quiet the entire way into the school so you hadn’t said a word since, but you knew if the captain was off then the entire team would too.

You felt your heart race as your team did their last few drills, should you say something or not?

As the sound of the whistle blew you jumped, realizing you had run out of time to even talk to him as the players began lining up from either side of the net.

“Thank you for the game!” Each side shouted as the captains, coaches, and managers met in the middle for the coin toss.

You couldn’t help but glance back and forth between the captains, their eyes drilling into one another as you bit your lip and your leg bounced nervously.

“It has landed on tails, home team gets to decide.” The referee spoke causing Kuroo to huff as the other captain smirked.

“We choose to start on offense.” Fumihiro spoke smoothly before he smirked down to you and winked, “After all I like our wins to be quick and easy.”

Blushing in surprise you gasped when Kuroo stomped away back to his team. You attempted to shout his name but he simply ignored you. Glancing toward Coach Nekomata he was already shaking his head with a worried expression.

“This won’t be good.”

Sure enough the first round ended with Nekoma at a horrible defeat, 15-25. As they were in the second round tied at 17-17 you couldn’t help but cringe as you watched Nekoma all over the place.

One thing you prided yourself on about Nekoma was the way they could move like they were dancing in sync, the way they communicated sometimes even without saying a word. They always moved with grace and skill.

But today that wasn’t the case.

Kuroo wasn’t a very loud person when he was angry, which made the entire situation worse. Every time the other team scored he would just growl and grit his teeth, glaring into the eyes of that stupid cocky jerk of a captain on the other side.

You hated this, all of it. Usually your boyfriend was dripping in confidence to the point where it was almost annoying. You had never quite seen this side of him.

Even Kenma attempted to talk to him but he simply shooed his friend away. When Kuroo missed another block for about the twentieth time today you finally snapped.

“Timeout!” You shouted causing both teams to glance at your bright red face. Only now, it was red out of anger.

The referee looked at you in confusion since Manager’s usually didn’t get to decide but Coach Nekomata was quick to nod behind you and make the timeout hand gesture.

As the team began to walk towards you to the bench, you felt the coach place his hand on your shoulder, “Talk some sense into that boy so we don’t lose this simple game.”

Glancing back at him you nodded, looking over and scanning all the faces until your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s own annoyed once. Gritting your teeth you grabbed his wrist and yanked him down the court towards the double doors of the hallway.

Of course even with all your strength you wouldn’t be able to drag him so that meant he must’ve gave in to your request as he shuffled behind you.

Slamming your body agains the door you swung it open and dragged Kuroo into the hallway with you.

“What the hell Tetsurō?” You hissed, the sound of his full name reaching your lips causing him to frown before raising an annoyed brow.

“What are you so pissed off about (F/n)? Yeah we’re losing they’re a good fucking team, just focus on their stupid pretty boy captain if you don’t wanna see us lose.”

That very sentence had your blood boiling as your mouth dropped wide, the two of you had been dating for six months and he had the nerve to tell you that?

The fact that he couldn’t even look you in the eye felt like a stab to the chest. Gritting your teeth you felt your body move before your brain could react as you slapped him square across the cheek.

In any other circumstance you would’ve frozen in shock, but when his wide eyes glanced down at you from the slap you felt you had to speak. To say something now that you had him back in reality.

“T..Tetsu why would you say that?” You muttered, pain laced in your voice as you bit your lip to fight the warm tears that were beginning to flood your vision, “You know I’m your girlfriend!”

Kuroo’s face remained stern but he still kept his eyes on you, “Well you didn’t seem to bothered when he moved your face close to his or when he started flirting you up.”

"I literally slapped his hand away as soon as I could! He took me by surprise is all!” You shouted in defense, your voice echoing through the empty halls.

Kuroo glanced down to you with a blank expression before looking out the window of the door to see the timeout was almost out of time.

“Look we can talk about this after the game (L/n)..” Kuroo spoke with little emotion as he began walking towards the door.

You blinked in surprise, this was the first time he ever ignored you. After every fight he made sure to apologize even if it wasn’t his fault. Was he really that jealous of that stupid captain?

The sight of his back turned to you made you feel sick inside, it felt like he was walking away from your entire relationship. This... you couldn’t let this happen. Screw the stupid volleyball game, this was about losing the man you loved.

“TETSURŌ I LOVE YOU.”

As you shouted those words off the top of your lungs you noticed Kuroo freeze in his steps towards the door, he looked back at you with widened eyes whispering something but you couldn’t see over the streams of tears running down your cheeks.

“I..I love you stupid Tetsurō... I love you I love you I love you, and I won’t stop saying it until-”

Your words were cut off when a pair of lips smashed against your own, your eyes widened in surprise for a moment only for you to melt into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss was brief, but passionate. It held every bit of emotion the two of you had been holding back these past few hours and it felt good to finally be released.

Pulling away Kuroo flashed you one of his rare genuine smiles as he used his thumb to wipe away the few tears on your cheek.

“I love you too (F/n)” Kuroo muttered placing one more kiss on the tip of your nose causing you to giggle, “I’m sorry I was acting like a dick, I guess this whole time I was just scared you didn’t feel the same way and when that asshole touched you I just-”

“Don’t even speak of it,” You muttered, your hand cupping his cheek as you smiled up to him softly, “You’re the only one I love Kuroo Tetsurō so don’t even waste your breath on that jerk.”

The boy before you smile as he pulled you into one more tight embrace before your grinned up to him, “Now go make that stupid captain ever regret challenging you Tetsu.”

Kuroo smirked at this as he held your hand in his own and nodded, both of you walking out those doors with a new confidence in your relationship you never had before.

The last two games were over almost quicker than the first round. Kuroo’s confidence lifted the team as always and they were back in their usual flow to take the game by storm.

Coach Nekomata was more than pleased as the boys all cheered, feeling this victory for many reasons. He walked towards you and bowed slightly before grinning up to you.

“Thanks for saving the game (L/n), I’m glad you two love birds are on an ‘I love you’ basis now.”

You smiled and bowed to him until he finished the last part of his sentence, your body freezing as you jumped back in surprise.

“Y..You heard that?”

The coach simply chuckled and crossed his arms, “The whole gym did, you really had the crowd going with that slap.”

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as you laughed sheepishly, “I..It was in the heat of the moment.”

Honestly mixed with the embarrassment you felt, you also were happy that everyone heard. Let it be known that you and Kuroo loved each other.

The sight of your team all hugging had you smiling brightly, it was always nice watching them after a win. Your eyes caught with Kuroo’s, his hazel eyes shining brightly down to you.

You were about to jog on the court and give him a celebratory hug but the sound of your name being called had you whipping your head towards the doors.

The other team’s manager was standing by them, waving you over. Smiling you nodded and trotted to her, but not without a pair of hazel eyes following your body with suspicion.

“What’s up Aiko-chan?” You asked with a smile as she led you outside, she looked a bit nervous which had you on edge.

Once you stepped out into the afternoon air your body froze at the sight of Fumihiro standing there with his arms crossed, stupid smirk on his face.

“Aiko why did you-” Before you could finish you looked around to see she had already shuffled back inside the gym leaving you to sigh.

You glanced back to Fumihiro only for him to gently lead you back into the wall of the gym as he placed his hand behind your head against the gym wall.

“Nice save back there, would’ve been a shame if you lost that temperamental boyfriend of yours.”

Your eyes widened as you felt yourself growing more uncomfortable by the second. Forcing a smile you attempted to slide the opposite way to move further from him.

“That wasn’t exactly a save, I really do love my boyfriend and I meant it.”

Suddenly Fumihiro’s other hand slammed on the other side of your head, quickly caging you in causing you to yelp.

“C’mon doll are you really sure? I could show you a much better time if you just give me a chance~”

Squeezing your eyes shut you tilted your head away from his own and tried to escape his barricade he created.

“I’m not interested, please let me go!” You shouted angrily as he ignored your uncomfortable cries and advanced.

How point a got to point b you didn’t know, but luckily before anything got serious you noticed a large hand grabbing Fumihiro’s collar before it yanked him back away from you causing the boy to stumble.

Your eyes filed with fear slightly softened when you saw Kuroo standing before you, worry written across his face as he quickly draped his red jacket over your shoulders and held you close.

“Wow you really can’t read a room buddy,” Kuroo spoke cooly, his hazel eyes glaring down to the boy who looked up to him with wide eyes, “Next time you touch my kitten after she tells you to back off, I can promise you won’t be able to show any girl a ‘good time’ ever again.”

The captain simply nodded, but Kuroo didn’t give him the time to respond as he led you towards the bus along with his teammates who only sneered at the scene.

“Thank you Kuroo.. that guy is so creepy...” You muttered, gripping onto his jersey tightly as he allowed you to step on the bus before he followed suit, the two of you going to your usual seat in the back of the bus.

“Well I can’t let the princess I love be harassed by some peasant.” Kuroo spoke smoothly, his classic lazy smirk on his lips as he leaned against the window and motioned for you to sit beside him.

Smiling warmly you leaned against his chest and allowed him to wrap his muscular arms around your chest as you cuddled in his jacket.

How could you of gotten so lucky?

#Kuroo Tetsuro #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #jealous kuroo #i wrote this in like thirty minutes pls have merci

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shortyisweird9 · 3 years

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'Lonely ghost serie'

Proposition and Accord-part VII

"Ghoooost! Good noon!"

"Hello!"

You opened your eyes slowly, barely awake from the deep sleep you had. The grogginess in your voice shadowed by the abnormal deepness of the voice changer.

"Hey, ghost."

"Corpse! Always pleased to hear you."

"Always ,ey?" Toast picked what you said in a more suggestive tone, teasing you with it.

"Cut it ,man."

You didn't bite on the trap however.

" Anyway, mind if I bring a friend?"

"Of course!"

"Sure why not."

"Okay,brb."

"So ,Corpse..."

"To early for that ,Toast."

Near the white astronaut Ghost had, a new little one came. It was black with a pair of headphones and a Wall-e companion. On top the name Charon was displayed.

The others started circling the new mate as Corpse's pink character stood unmoved by your side.

"Good evening!" A low and mature voice came from a woman. It didn't had a mechanical effect to it so it was coming in naturally.

"Hiiiii!"

"Hello!"

"Guys this is Andreea, Andreea this is the Peanut gallery."

"Ha,nice. Good to meet you all."

"Likewise."

"You too."

"Your robot is cute." Corpse remarked.

You smirked when your phone immediately lighted up. A message from Andreea written in big bold letters: 'HIS VOICE IS HOT!'

'I know :)))'

"Andreea , you know how to play this game?"

"Y-Yeah ummm..."

"Sykkuno."

"Sykkuno! Yeah, I know me and Y- I mean ghost sometimes play it. "

"You play together?"

"Well yeah, we play Fallout together, sometimes Minecraft even Eyes the horror game. Speaking of which ghost?"

"Yeah?"

"My place tonight?"

You smirked knowing what's to come.

"Time to corrupt another soul?"

You laughed was intentionally made to be interpreted by the others as evil and dark. In the inside you cringed, you sounded so stupid.

"Umm,guys?" Sykkuno asked for clarification, to which he will not receive.

"YOU GUYS LIVE IN THE SAME CITY?" Pooki asked all excited for some reason.

"Yeah?"

"Same city? We leave in the same apartment building." Andreea told ,a pleasant hiss rang as her long nailed hands opened a Pepsi can.

'Cola is better'

'Fuck off, Y/n'

':))🖕'

"That's so cute!"

"I guess,but she's a pain."

"A pain? Moi? Please, I am only in pain not one."

The others chuckled at your shenanigans, the humour between you and Andreea being based in play fighting, cursing each other and bumping as hard as you can into each. Considering how much of a height difference is between you two, everything just gets more interesting.

"Maan,I want to stay in the same building with you guys also." Corpse pouted.

You two sounded really nice to be with, especially you. You were fun to talk witg and your natural voice was a godsend to his anxiety and insomnia. It made him sometimes slip into a blissful sleep,especially when you began reading to him Doom lore in the late hours of the night.

' "The Maykrs' need for the Essence is prime. Without it they must suffer the monstrous fate of Transfiguration, and see their wisdom and faculties slither from their twisted forms. By bidding of the Khan Maykr herself, the Order of the Deag has devised a method to improve and accelerate the production of the Hell aura. What once took eons for the savage beasts to attai...oof. Wait."

Corpse heard you move in the bed, your body getting its pressure off it before settling back in.

He wanted to start to ask you to read again when he was interrupted by the sound of smooching ? You were kissing somebody?

You puffed and smiled as Sergiu bombarded you with another waves of kisses, a tradition in your group. You all were touched starved creatures so you showed your platonic affections through hand holding, sudden hugging, cuddling- sometimes propping your cold feet on the other person's back just to be dickish- and rains of kisses.

Sergiu was the most affectionate out of all of you, the rain of kisses being something that his mother used to do before she left to work. 'A kiss on the forehead to brighten your thinking, two on the cheeks so no one is lonely and one wherever you want.'

"Alright! Alright! I get it, you are leaving!"

You laughed as you pushed the cuddly golden retriver of a man away.

His chains attached to his black leather belt with grey 3d rombes running all over it clicked as it bounced. His hair smudged on the worn out black leather jacket and his face all but a smile. He was happy and you love to see it.

-Vrei ceva? ("You want something?")

-Umm...PIZZA PĂTRATĂ DE LA DEDEMAN ȘI MOUNTAIN DEW.("Um...SQUARE SHAPED PIZZA FROM DEDEMAN AND MOUNTAIN DEW.")

The man laughed at your antics, roughing up your freshly washed hair and closing the door as he left.

"Corpse? You still there buddy?"

Corpse felt a pang in his chest, you sounded like you have much more fun with the other person. He knew it was stupid but he couldn't help feel jealous and worried at the same time. He wanted to be the reason to make you sound so happy and he didn't want to be worried of being replaced anytime soon.

"Corpse? My petit orchid? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah,I am fine."

It came out shaky and too abrupt for your liking. Something's wrong and you didn't want to overstep your boundaries but you couldn't let him go about his day while having something munching on his good mood.

"Hey,hey Corpse."

"Yes?"

"Wanna see my cat?"

"YOU HAVE A CAT?"

"Yes,so do you..."

"Hell yeah. I mean...sure I am cool with that."

You shook your head and became giggling, it's good to know you weren't the only one who didn't know how to cover their slip ups.'

"Trust me Corpse. You don't want to live with this anxiety filled owl."

"HEY! My anxiety adds spice."

"Oh my god!"

"Guys, guys. Can we start the game please?"

"Oh for sure."

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"Watch out for the wall, ghost. Watch out for--GHOST! Oh shit ,I lost her guys! Ghost, where are you?"

His character ran in desperate search to find you. When it left the snowy environment from outside , it stopped abruptly. You were there in the office with Sykkuno ripped apart body in front of you.

"Oh shit! Sykkuno!"

His thoughts ran wilde as they hurried to reach a consensus. He knew that you will probably kill him also as you waited for those 10 seconds to pass.

His premonition was proven true went you shut the doors of the office , your character moving slowly towards him.

"Ahhh! Guys ,what the hell do I do?"

His eyes clenched shut as his finger hovered the report button.

The sound of a meeting went off,forcing him to let out the breath he's been withholding. His hands shook as he relaxed himself when his friends started discussing aka screaming at each other.

Someone else called in another body.

You held your fingernails between your lips, leg bouncing from the nerves. You knew Corpse will snitch you out,after all you did killed Sykkuno.

I am so fucked...

Your body covered in a white and black hoodie contorted itself into a smaller position.You ignored the pain that your dead thighs were trying to emit while being in a cross position. Head to busy with anxious thoughts of what Corpse may do.

"Phew, Jesus. I am too nervous for this game."

Andreea's words caught you off guard. She nervous? It's more likely than you think.

Your feelings long forgotten as your protective nature sprung out of the shell.

"You? Nervous? Andreea you are a freaking talented tattoo artist."

"It doesn't matter, my hands are sweating like they are the Danube river."

"Wait ,are you a tattoo artist?"

"Yeah ,I am. I started tatto--"

Mission accomplished! Your goal wasn't to comfort, you knew you sucked at that but to distract. To take her mind away from whatever cause her pain ,then to secretly totally not obviously attack the shit of whatever upset her even bad vibes. Fuck them bad vibes! You and your friends are bad bitches not second hand embarrassments.

"It will be nice if I could do henna also but this hoarding gremlin was only calm enough when she did them. So basically it became her summer job."

Ah. Your mind realised she was telling them how you two met.

You wanted to get some henna tattoos, see if you liked the way the look at you. Andrea was just a beginner when you entered the tattoo shop and her life.

You weren't always an anxious person,the situation changed when your math teacher decided to be a bitch and humiliate you for not knowing geometry. Since then you were always out of breath when you spoke in public, always bouncing your leg when stressed , biting off your nails and having a constant dread when it came socialising with others. And when you are a big girl that amplifies considerably.

People are just shallow like that and you learned a long time ago that their intolerance towards you was a THEY problem rather than a YOU problem.

It's hard thought, sometimes their words and disgusted glares burn you from inside out. Make you feel inhuman ,that your anger,sadness and your passion don't mean anything ,that they are not valid, that you cannot be yourself and liked at the same time nevermind seen as a romantic interest.

But I digress, when it came with Andreea ,everything when abnormally smooth, you joked and laughed, bitch about people and so on. You hit off immediately.

So when you wanted to make a bit of cash ,Andreea didn't hesitate to teach you how to do temporary tattooing.

"That's so nice guys,the body was in specimen room by the way." Dave said.

The others for some reason started blaming Rae , you didn't said nothing as you were still waiting with your breath tight for Corpse to rat you out.

"Corpse? Where were you by the way?"

Here comes the expose.

"I ..uh...wait. I was in the storage then I met Sykkuno in the office but left with ghost."

What?

"Ghost? Can you collaborate his story?"

"Yeah , me and him left Sykkuno. I think orange was with him last time we saw. I am done with my tasks by the way."

"What?"

"LUDWIG! HOW DARE YOU KILL SYKKUNO?!" Corpse growled.

You muted yourself as you squealed. You couldn't believe him. He really took your side!

You took a sip of your green tea, patting yourself on the back for being calm and getting back in the game.

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"How could you ,Corpse? I trusted you and you stab me behind my back." Sykkuno exclaimed, pout evident in his voice.

"I am sorry Sykkuno..i-it's just...I...uhh.."

Your microphone was not muted this time so when you burst in laughter you dominated the whole discussion. You laughed ugly but happy as you always did, holding your lower abdomen as it clenched muscle you didn't know you have.

"It's NOT funny, ghost!"

"It'S nOt FuNnY, GhOsT! Bwahaha..."

Despite laughing ,deep down you worried you may have offended your new friends? Nah, too early to call them that.

"I think I know why Corpse did what he did." Grease started in a dramatic sober voice.

"You mean cheated on Sykkuno."

Ludwig ignited couple of laughter from the group.

"Yeah. He did it....drumb rolls please. "

Sean provided the suspenseful roll.

"Because he is a SIMP."

"WHAT?"

"No way..."

"You heard me."

The group went wilde. You didn't know what you could say, your mind crazy yet also numb. Poor Corpse.

"Hey, hey. Guys, please calm down. If you want to come for someone, come for my neck."

Your hands flared up into a peaceful backing sign, you knew of Corpse's bad anxiety and you didn't want to cause him distress by bringing the limelight into his face.

"It's alright, ghost. I am a big boy, I can take it."

You tried to keep it short, you really did but your mind wanted to say one more thing.

"Just like you can open foil?"

You heard a breath intake. You lowered your volume, thinking of what he may do.

"I FUCKING HATE FOIL!"

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"Tonight was fun." Corpse said after taking a sip of water.

"Yeah, it was."

You watched your dark hair moving in the air as you played with your toes.

"Sorry again for bringing all the...uh...attention on you."

"It's fine,ghost. I know you didn't mean it."

"Y/n."

"What?"

"My name is Y/n."

Ah!

His heart jumped a bit ,you told him your name that means you trust him right. Lily doesn't know your name so he is the first to know. The first to guard this special information.

"Ghost was kinda wearing down,you know?"

"Y-yeah,...uhh..I mean no! Yes? No? Fuck...It's a pretty name,um...Y/n."

You haulted, getting used to him saying your name will take a while.

"Heh,thanks Corpsie."

"Mhmmm, did you have time to think about what I told you?"

Couple of nights ago,Corpse proposed the idea of starting your own Youtube channel. You were hesitant.

"Corpse, I told I don't think people really like me. I think they just like the voice."

"Non sense. You watched our stream?"

"Noo...? Sorry,I didn't really have time to..."

"Hey, it's okay goofball. Anyway,they were asking more videos with you. Maybe some of them like you because of your voice but most of them like you because they like your personality, gh- Y/n."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Look you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I just feel bad for all the fans that want to talk with you or sometimes I found something funny and I want to send you or tag you. It's stupid I know."

You didn't like the sad tone of his, your heart tightened and your worries worsened.

"I think I am going to sleep. Goodnight, ghost."

"'Night,Corpse."

You were left in the darkness of your room, at the end of the bed with your long fingers reaching towards your knife, your personal fidget spinner. You chew your nail as you moved the blade unconsciously.

Corpse's account:

.ghost added you. Add them back?

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Hey,guys!💖💖

Hope you like the seventh part of the serie. I almost went into a writing block with this one.

Anyway, have a nice day!💗💗

Tagged💖💖: @moolujk @magenta-skyline @yikesyikesyikes95 @mythicalamphitrite @yoyoanaria @simonsbluee @cherry-piee @gaysludge @softboiicorpse @heavenly3308

#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #hopefully not cringy #lonely ghost serie

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miss-tc-nova · 4 years

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Bad Game of Chicken - Xehanort x Fem!Reader Pt 2

Trying to pace myself on this one while trying to hurry and get it done...It’s not working well but oh well. Things are still kind of winding down from my crazy life so I’m finding it difficult to find time to write fics I’m proud of right now, but I’m not gonna stop. Writing is my favorite thing so I can’t give it up. I just keep learning to get better. Sorry, anyway, enjoy the second chapter.

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Part 2: Brinkmanship

Pushing dangerous events to the brink of conflict to gain the upper hand.

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My whole body jerks and I snap awake. The room is still for a moment until I hear a voice.

“Hey, wake up or you’re gonna be late.”

Hair gets shoved out of my face and feet stumble towards the door. On the other side stands the current bane of my existence. “Xehanort?”

A corner of his mouth pulls back and suddenly there’s a pair of fingers pinching at my cheek. “There’s my sleepy-headed girl.”

I swat the hand away. “What are you doing?”

“Being a good boyfriend. Isn’t your alarm still broken?” Even if he wears that helpful smile—the one causing strange looks from our classmates behind him—I see the glint of the game in his eyes.

A deep breath allows me to pull my head together. “You’re right. Thank you, Xe.”

A silver brow arches, ignored in favor of invading the bathroom. Doing better than yesterday’s mishap, I head back towards my room to see my opponent leaning by my door. “Is the princess ready to go yet or not?”

He earns a glance as I pass. “That really is a terrible pet name.”

A chuckle ripples through him. “Would you rather I call you babe?” Eyes roll but there’s a warm feeling weaving in my stomach. Xehanort puts his hand to his chin. “I am rather fond of the term doll.”

“We could bypass the terms of endearment and you could just call me by my name,” I not-so-subtly suggest, grabbing my bag.

“Not nearly as fun,” he replies, leaning closer. “Besides, I know it’s killing you inside.”

It’s a contemptuous sigh. “Rude, but fine; two can play that game, sugar.”

He waits for me to collect my things so the two of us can head down to the cafeteria together. Having someone wait on me is disconcerting, so I don’t keep him waiting long, but it gets worse on our way to breakfast.

Insides seize up when my foot falls farther than it should. Instinct kicks in and I reach for the nearest support: Xehanort. He’s got enough sense about him at least not to let me drag us both down the stairs.

“If you wanted me to hold your hand, all you had to do was say,” the competition mocks.

Feet steady, I reply. “As if I need you to hold my hand.”

Suddenly my face is on fire; fingers adjust and fall between us, intertwined. Skin crawls beneath that vainglorious look. “Oh really? You don’t like this?”

This is the worst game of chicken. If there were a score board, he’d have all the points while I’m struggling to keep from the negatives. Worst of all, I honestly can’t object to the feelings of a hand holding mine—only that it’s his hand.

“It’s like having a big parasite,” I tease, shaking our hands.

“Hold on, I’m the parasite? Pretty sure you’re the one who grabbed onto me.”

“Quit complaining and let’s go before they run out of muffins.”

The young man lets me lead him along by the hand. “Just steal Eraqus’s when he’s not looking. That’s what I do.”

“Is that why he always comes to class confused on Fridays?”

“Every time.”

The bewilderment is instantaneous. One step into the cafeteria and our classmates turn into gawkers. Xehanort gives them a wave and I want to smack him. Their stares eat away at my fortitude while I collect breakfast. I suppose I should’ve known better than to think the opposition wouldn’t sit beside me.

Urd starts the awkwardness. “Uh…hey guys.”

“Morning,” I chime, stirring oats; I missed the muffins.

“Are you feeling alright this morning?”

I know what they’re talking about, but part of the game is not to let anyone else know it is one. “Yeah. My stupid alarm is still broken though.”

A muffin plops in front of me. “There you go, doll.”

The damn muffin—not only is it from Xehanort’s smug ass but it’s Eraqus’s. I’d like to shove it down his throat and he knows that.

Putting all the sugar in my body into my voice, I pick up the muffin. “Sugar, you really should stop taking advantage of your friends.”

Reaching across him, I replace the baked-good in front of Eraqus. Glares turn on his best friend. “You said it was Bragi taking my muffins!”

The red-head sits up. “You what now?!”

A corner of Xehanort’s mouth pulls back in a deadpan expression—his schmoozing has gotten him into trouble.

“Don’t be too mad, Era. I guess it’s my fault for saying I wanted a muffin this morning.” I pat at Xehanort’s back with a falsely-pure smile. Mildly hilarious are the looks of discomfort, even if I’m dreading this competition.

Now class turns into something complicated. On one hand, I don’t really have to worry about Xehanort going after me and class goes by smoothly; on the other hand, the thought that we’re playing this stupid game keeps popping up to pester me.

And then keyblade training comes around. Master Odin shows us the technique and then sends us off to partner up and practice.

“Hey there, doll.”

Stretches are interrupted by Xehanort. “What’s up, sugar?” It’s strange having to put effort into keeping the instinctual malice from my voice, but I do enjoy the wince at my pet name.

“Pair up?”

“What about Eraqus?”

“He’ll be fine. Square up, or are you afraid we’ll get in trouble again?” Silver brows bounce at me.

Knowing that the eyes of our classmates, and our teacher, are on us, I smile. “Well you are a troublemaker, but it’s not like things could get any worse,” I hum, sticking my tongue out at him with a wink. “You wanna go first or shall I?”

He waves his hand with a smile. “Ladies first.”

Shaky about covers the bases for my first attempt, but that simper motivates a better performance the second time. Still, it takes a few tries before it’s perfected and I put Xehanort on his ass.

“You alright there, sugar?” I coo as he gets up.

“Not bad. Now you think you got enough practice or does the princess need a few more tries to get it perfect?”

“No no, I got it. Show me what you got,” I answer, waving him on cheekily.

Something in that smirk feels different than his usual challenge. It’s somehow exciting and off putting at the same time.

Xehanort’s attempts go pretty much like my own, needing only a few tries to get the technique down, and we move into a more practical application. There’s no doubt the Master is still watching us closely but our contest lies outside this sparring match; so there won’t be any serious situations today.

Diverting Xehanort’s keyblade, I swipe a foot, successfully bringing him down.

“Not bad,” he huffs. Traces of the familiar Xehanort play in his expression; he hates losing and I’m just a hair ahead of him.

Having given myself some distance, I let my pride show. “I know.”

Confidence falters when his annoyance is replaced by some sort of enthusiasm.

In the next moment, metal screeches against metal. Dirt scrapes beneath my feet against his strength. Teeth grit while I strain to push back against him. Silver eyes sit mere inches away, gleaming with an excitement I might commend if I weren’t fending him off.

Then my mind shuts down. Next thing I know, I’m rolling across the dirt. Sitting up, I clamp my eyes shut and my jaw clenches. Heat coursing through my veins is threatening to set me ablaze. The spot on the very tip of my nose tingles, being the origin of my fire. I must be imagining it—there’s no way he really did that. Xehanort did not just kiss my nose.

I must be smoking when he starts to chuckle. Prying my gaze open, I glare up at that smarmy face. His eyes shine and I can’t believe I’m letting myself admire them in lieu of his trick.

“Gotta stay focused, doll.”

#ymx #xehanort #xehanort x reader #young xehanort x reader #young xehanort #young master xehanort #fem!reader

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Marked - Jungkook/Taehyung Scenario

Requested by giveaway winner @97gcf 😘 Prompt credit: (twitter) @amoseok Prompt: taekook soulmates au in which you get a mark on your body as soon as you touch your soulmate and jeongguk wasn’t having it that night when he punched the guy who kept annoying him and his arm got marked with “KTH” Words: 2,051 Masterlist

Jungkook shot back another glass, the vile liquid stinging his throat. You’d think after so many, it would be numb by now. “Another.” He demanded. “You’re cut off.” The bartender responded without looking up, wiping a few glasses dry with a towel. “Bullshit. Give me another.” The bartender filled one of the glasses he was drying with water and slid it over to Jungkook. “If you’re so insistent, sober up a bit first.” Jungkook scoffed and slid the glass back to him. “That defeats the purpose.” The bartender ignored him and Jungkook held his head in his hands. Nothing went right that day. He kept fucking up at rehearsal and at this point, he didn’t know if he was ever going to debut. “Can I just get another?” He asked again, begging.

“Sorry, kid.” Jungkook grunted and stood. “I’ll just spend my money elsewhere if you won’t help me.” “Not like that, you won’t. Either sober up a bit or I’m going to have to take your keys and call you a cab.” The bartender slid the glass of water back to Jungkook. He glared at it for a moment, before reluctantly sipping from it. “It stings worse than the liquor.” He joked, a tiny smile playing on the corner of his lips. “That’s how you know you need it.” Jungkook continued to drink the water, his head pounding but holding his composure until the last sip. He waited several minutes before insisting he was feeling better. “Let me see you walk in a straight line.” Jungkook did as the bartender asked, surprising himself even more than the bartender. “Alright. Get on home, eat. You’re going to really feel the effects of that alcohol in the morning.” Jungkook nodded and, carefully, walked towards the door. He exited without looking too much like a drunkard, to his content, and got in his car. He sighed to himself, punching in the address of another bar he knew into his GPS. Checking his rearview mirror to see if he was clear, he began to pull out of his parking spot. Who the fuck is he to threaten taking away my keys? Fucking assho-CRASH Jungkook’s head whipped forward as the rear end of his car rammed against another. “SHIT!” Jungkook threw open his car door and exited, wobbling a little, then walking up to the car he hit. The driver was getting out of his side and Jungkook went to confront him. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t see-” “You fucking ASSHOLE!” Jungkook threw a punch at the other driver’s face, hitting him square in the cheek. The punch had enough force in it to throw the drunk Jungkook off his feet, and he collapsed on the pavement. Hearing the crash from inside the bar, the bartender ran outside to assess the satiation. “What’s going on out here?!” The driver rubbed his cheek. “This guy hit my car and then hit me.” There was venom in his words, and the bartender picked Jungkook up by his collar. “You. I knew you were too drunk to drive.” Jungkook shrugged the bartender’s hands off. “Don’t fucking touch me.” “I’m calling the police.” The bartender began to take out his phone. “Wait!” The driver exclaimed. “I...think I know him.” The driver peered into Jungkook’s face, and Jungkook glared back at him. “Yeah, I know him. I don’t want to press charges, this can just go through insurance.” The bartender raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” “Yeah.” “Well, could you call him a cab? I’m not letting him back in his car, I’ll call a tow.” “No problem.” The bartender walked to the driver’s seat of Jungkook’s car and took the keys out of the ignition, then proceeded to call a tow company while keeping an eye on the two men. The driver made a quick call to a cab service, then rubbed his cheek. “Could I get some ice for this?” He called out to the bartender. “I’d rather not leave the two of you alone out here. Just go around the back of the bar, there’s a scoop in the ice bin.” “Thanks.” The driver left for the bar and returned shortly. He approached Jungkook and handed him a pen and napkin he’d gotten from inside. “Can I get your information?” Jungkook wordlessly took the napkin and scribbled everything down, then ripped off half of it. “And give me yours.” The driver did as Jungkook asked and Jungkook took it back forcefully. Soon enough, the cab arrived. “Why don't you call me in the morning...after the worst of the hangover is through. We can talk about how to handle the damages then.” Jungkook nodded dismissively before getting into the cab, slamming the door behind him.

Walking up to his front door proved to be one of the hardest tasks of the night. His heavy leaden feet dragged on the paved walkway, the ends of his pant legs occasionally snagging themselves on a rock or unleveled ground. Jungkook stumbled, but shook it off. He thought back to the driver of the car he’d hit. He said he knew him, but how? Jungkook thought hard but couldn't place his face. Well, he could barely remember what the bartender looked like in his drunken state, so he decided on resolving the issue in the morning. After turning the key the wrong way in the door, which he did even when he wasn't drunk, Jungkook finally entered his haven, his tiny apartment paid for by his parents while he was off living the high life as a trainee. High life. Jungkook scoffed. Better hope no one recognised me and saw that little incident, or I’ll be fired. Now Jungkook was laughing. Fired. What’s so bad about that? He thought about all the late nights, all the aches and pains, all the criticism that came with being a trainee and sighed. Why bother?

At 3 am, after barely getting an hour of sleep, Jungkook’s alarm blared, waking him instantly. He had rehearsal in two hours, and needed to get over his hangover before then. If anyone could smell alcohol on him, even sense that he’d been drinking, he’d be done for. It would be easy enough. Now that he had his wits about him (for the most part), he could come up with a plan. Make some food, comfort food but nothing too greasy so he doesn't get sick when he’s dancing. Shower, and take the time to really scrub the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke from the bar off your skin. Get dressed, and wear something that isn't too-WHAT THE FUCK?! Like a tattoo, the letters KTH were printed, seemingly burned onto the inside of his arm. It took a minute for him to put the pieces together, but Jungkook recalled the story his mother used to tell him of your soulmate’s initials being printed onto your arm upon first contact with them. But who...oh shit. Jungkook ran to the hamper, where he rummaged through the pants he wore the night before to find the napkin with that guy’s name. That stupid driver... Kim Taehyung. Jungkook’s blood ran cold. No way... He whipped out his phone and entered Taehyung’s number as a new contact. I’ll find out what’s going on later. He said to himself, in too much of a rush and his head pounding too hard to really concentrate in that moment. But he couldn't shake the feeling of dread, topped with...was that excitement? He’d been a loner his whole life, maybe some change is a good thing. But I don't want that change to be with the asshole that wrecked my car... My car. Jungkook hadn't even thought about the fact that he no longer had his car. “SHIT!” He ran to the living room and pulled his transportation card out of his desk drawer, quickly checked his appearance in the mirror, then headed out the door.

Thankfully it wasn't too long of a ride, and Jungkook got to practice on time. Barely. He was out of breath by the time he got there, mostly exhausted from the night before, but also from how his heart hadn't slowed its rapid beating ever since that morning when he’d seen the mark on his arm. I’m marked. Something about that fascinated Jungkook, but scared him all at the same time. And there's the matter of hiding it from the instructors...Jungkook wore a black, skintight, long-sleeved top to hide the mark. He just hoped no one would question why he opted away from his typical white baggy teeshirt, on a hot summer day nonetheless. “You're late!” One of his trainers called out to him. No I’m not. You can take that attitude and shove it up your-”I’m very sorry.” Jungkook muttered, bowing before heading inside. “And what are you wearing?! You're going to burn up.” His instructor continued to berate him. “Ah, I just wanted to wear something tighter today, so I can focus on how my body moves dancing. This was the only thing I had.” “Take it off if it gets too hot. I don't need you passing out on me during rehearsal today.” “Yes, sir.”

Jungkook made as strong of an effort as he could, but the throbbing in his head thew him off his game. And with his instructor calling out his mistakes constantly, he became frustrated and eventually couldn't focus on his dancing. “What’s with you these days, Jungkook?” “I’m very sorry, sir.” “I’ve heard enough sorries. I’m getting worried that you're not going to pass your next evaluation.” “I’m doing everything that I can-” “It’s not good enough. Come back here tonight at 6pm. Another group of trainees will be practicing with a different trainer. You could use more practice.” “Thank you, I will.” Jungkook didn't get why he had to say thank you. He didn't get why he had to act like his instructor was helping him when really, he was hurting him even more. Rather than being encouraged for what he did right, his instructor picked out a flaw in every single thing Jungkook did. And he was sick of it. Jungkook picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder, getting his breath back and regaining his composure. Don't let this get the best of you. He thought to himself, and bowed at his instructor before leaving the practice building. He checked his calendar on his phone while waiting for the bus. A 6pm rehearsal would be practically impossible. He had singing lessons from 2:50-5:40, and it was all the way across town. I can save time if I just stay in this outfit through it all. His outfit. The outfit he's wearing because he’s been marked. Jungkook sat far back on the bus when it arrived and lifted his shirt sleeve, staring at the mark that adorned the inside of his arm. He didn't know if it scared him or if he liked it, but it was there, and he had to get used to it. Is it really that guy? He questioned. I bumped into a lot of people last night. Jungkook laughed remembering how drunk he’d gotten. Yeah, it can't be that guy. Kim Taehyung...must be some kind of coincidence.

He felt like his body was going to give out on him at any moment, but Jungkook made it to the 6pm rehearsal with absolutely no time to spare. This instructor seemed much nicer, and didn't care that he wasn't early. He even smiled as he greeted the trainees that came in late. Using his kindness as an advantage, while not taking advantage, Jungkook asked for many water breaks, burning up in the long-sleeved black shirt. The instructor looked at him sympathetically, even a little uneasily as Jungkook occasionally swayed on his feet, feeling the strain of the hyperthermia and the tiredness, even some stings of the hangover that plagued him. But whatever, he could do it. He just had to make it through this rehearsal without incident and then...he’d be better. He’d work harder. Nothing would distract him or come in the way of him and his debut. “Sorry I’m late!” One of the trainees apologised frantically before entering the room. It can't be. Jungkook turned around and faced the trainee... And the mark on his arm began to burn.

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #taekook #jungkook #taehyung #v #bts v #Kpop reactions #Kpop scenarios

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a-mad-scientist-approaches · 6 years

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Multiverse is a Curse Word (1)

Aaaargh! Just take it, I can’t stand to keep it any longer!

This is a Gravity Falls fic that is sort of a crossover between the Adrift AU, created by @the-subpar-ghost (although not based off the Drifting Stars fic they wrote for it), and the Dimension Jumper AU, created by @hntrgurl13, starring her OC Adeline Marks of whom I am in love with. I guess that kind of makes it a Drifting Dimensions AU, also a creation of hntrgurl13, however it does not follow the plot of that either. All in all I really have no idea how to describe this. Whatever, it’s some Portal!Ford, Portal!Mabel, and Portal!Addi adventures, with a lot of angst, fluff, and family bonding included.

The Addiford ship, which will of course eventually make an appearance, is credited to @scipunk63, and it ruins me.

Just be aware, I have not read Journal 3, so blame any incongruities with canon on that. Even if they do not relate to Journal 3.

@deadpool-demon-diva and @thejesterlyfictionista you said you wouldn’t judge me for writing this and I hold you to it. Love you guys.

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Chapter 1: The Trash Monster

The sky was green in this dimension. It glowed at night, turning the buildings of the city black. Ford speculated that it was probably due to radiation rather than a natural luminescence. He decided they would move on to a safer place tomorrow; there would surely be a portal appearing nearby soon.

A slap on his hands brought him out of his thoughts.

“Grunkle Ford! Attennnnntion! I don’t see those hands moving mister!” Mabel drilled.

Grinning, he replied, “Sorry sir, I was planning out tomorrow’s route so we can avoid sleeping in an alley again,”

They had indeed set up for the night in a back alley among several dumpsters. Mabel inclined her head as she looked around from their position on the ground.

“Well, it’s not too bad, I suppose. I mean, look! Weird, gooey substances!”

Ford eyed the viscous liquid near them with barely concealed disgust.

“Alright, no lying on the floor,”

“Are you gonna be my pillow tonight?”

“Definitely.” He leaned back against the brick wall of a nearby building and opened his arms for his niece to clamber into. While he was arranging the blankets around them, Mabel jerked up once more.

“Wait! I didn’t finish teaching you tick-tack-toe,”

Smiling, Ford eventually appeased Mabel and convinced her to sleep with the promise that they would resume the lesson in the morning.

“Okay then.” She snuggled back into the makeshift nest and nudged him slightly, indicating she wanted more warmth. Happy to comply, he wrapped his arms around her. Ford felt guilty allowing even the merest trace of the thought to cross his mind, but at times like this he was indescribably grateful that Mabel had fallen into his life. He could not imagine it without her now.

“’Night,” Mabel murmured.

“Goodnight,” Ford responded softly.

“Don’t let the trash monsters bite,” his niece continued. The quiet laugh that answered this sent her off to sleep.

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“Dammit,” Adeline said, banging the transmitter against her thigh. The blue pulse that was supposed to be emitting from the screen resolutely fizzled yet again.

Crap signal, flitted through her mind. She was too tired for this.

Sighing, Addi crossed the street, alternating between keeping an eye on the transmitter and the few citizens still shambling around at this late hour. The device crackled slightly, its light strengthening as she moved. She stepped into an alley and the signal picked up considerably.

“Yes!” A little further along and she could read the message clearly.

Let’s see what they have to say …

Movement. Behind her, something was moving. She was certain of it. Trying to act casually, as though she was absorbed in reading, she reached over her shoulder under the pretence of scratching her neck and tapped a button on the hilt of her wicked sharp sword. At the same time her eyes flicked up to the dumpster she was facing. Its metallic surface dimly revealed a figure standing up slowly behind her. They were drawing their gun.

Okay then.

In one smooth movement Addi drew her sword, whipped around – and stopped dead in shock as the past glared back at her.

“Stanford?”

His hair was grey now, but that was no surprise. It had been thirty years after all. As he moved around so that his back was no longer to the wall, she could tell he knew exactly how to use the weapon he kept trained on her. He had traded in a scientist’s suit for a more practical fighter’s trousers and boots, which was also not entirely unexpected – you had to adapt to life on the other side of the portal. He was clutching a child tightly to his side. Now that was very different.

“Who sent you?” Adeline’s old boss demanded.

“I – no one. What are you doing here?” The reply was unpredictable enough to cause him to falter.

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’” he recovered. “This alley isn’t private property! How do you know who I am?”

A flash of annoyance shot through Addi.

“I’m sorry? The person you built the first ever interdimensional portal on Earth with has escaped your memory?”

The girl next to Stanford gasped. “Mr McGucket? How did you find us? Wait a minute, you look a little different.” She frowned critically at the athletic blonde woman.

Now completely nonplussed, Addi stared again at Stanford. He looked no less hostile, but there was some confusion on his face now, too. How could he not know her? There was no way in the multiverse that she would ever forget –

The answer hit her like lightning.

“Multiverse.” She cursed. “You’re not from my dimension, are you?” Their blank looks were enough of an answer.

Bitter disappointment coursed through her. It was stupid to think that. Stupid to think she would ever catch a break, that something would go right for once. Stupid to hope there might be a way home.

Angrily swallowing a lump in her throat, she stowed away Big Bertha. She wanted nothing more than to just talk to this version of her old friend a little while longer. However, Stanford was not about to let down his guard and decide to trust a complete stranger on nothing but their word that they were friends in another dimension. Especially not if he had a kid to look out for.

She stared at him a moment longer before turning away. Every step crushed her.

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Mabel felt Ford relax his grip on her only after the woman had walked away, leaving behind a tight apology.

“She had a cool sword,” she remarked.

Ford nodded his agreement. “It was very unique,”

“Who d’ya think she was? She seemed kinda sad,”

“I have no idea. However, I think we can rule out Fiddleford McGucket,”

“Yep. No southern charm at all.” Mabel shook her head.

Ford made an amused sound. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,”

“I bet I can bring in more money than you,”

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“How are you doing that?” Ford exclaimed in amazement.

The brightness of the crowded market square was such a contrast to the gloom and quiet of the night before that Mabel might have believed they’d fallen onto another planet – that is, if the sensation of going through portals wasn’t impossible to ignore.

She was sitting on the countertop of one of the gambling stalls, playing a game with the owner while Ford stood beside her and watched. As far as she could tell, she’d won the last eight rounds and the owner was getting antsy.

“I have no idea!” she replied happily. “No really, I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“Well, you have a talent for it.” Ford scooped their winnings into a pocket. That coat of his never seemed to run out of space.

“Uh huh. Grunkle Stan taught me well,” This time there was only a slight tremble in her voice when she mentioned home. She was getting better.

The stall owner made a frustrated sound. Ford quickly thanked him and took Mabel’s hand, heading into the crowds. Mabel waved a goodbye, but the large, red, five-armed being only glared.

“I don’t think that guy liked me winning all that money off him,” she said slightly nervously. Ford tightened his grip on her hand when he looked back and saw the gambler examining the dice Mabel had been using.

“Let’s get out of here quickly. Gamblers don’t like to lose, and I have seen some accuse their opponents of swindling them simply as an excuse to take back their money. You don’t want to know what they do to the actual cheaters,”

A cold feeling of dread settled in the pit of Mabel’s stomach. Unfortunately, her uncle noticed her unusual silence and looked down at her. She was too late to wipe the guilty expression from her face. Ford’s eyebrows shot up.

“You were cheating?” he said in disbelief.

Mabel swallowed. “Um … I think so?”

An enraged roar from behind them was followed by the sound of thundering footsteps.

“RUN!” Ford shouted, shoving her forwards while drawing his gun. “Get back to the al-”

He was tackled by a murderously snarling blur of red, all six orange eyes fixed on Mabel. Heart in her mouth, she sprinted away. The sound of Ford’s laser gun thinned out the crowd like magic.

Why the heck had she cheated? It had been so easy, sure, but she was usually fine without it. What had she been thinking? What if Ford couldn’t take that guy, what if he got hurt, what if –

Her breath was hitching in her chest and terror was pumping through her veins. She’d been running for a while, and oh no, she couldn’t stop now, she needed to get help, but she didn’t know anyone –

She skidded around a corner and collapsed to her knees, looking around wildly. If she just asked, someone was bound to help, right? She looked desperately around the new square she was in, but no one seemed to care about the gasping kid on the ground or the sounds of laser fire coming from a few blocks over, sweet Moses she could use a familiar face …

With a startled “HEY!” she saw one.

Mabel crashed into the blonde woman’s side, succeeding in getting her attention but failing Step Two in that she could only cough and cling desperately to her sleeve.

“Kid? Are you alright? Where’s Stanford?”

Still valiantly trying to retake control of her lungs, Mabel gestured helplessly towards the sounds of yelling and gunfire. The woman seemed to understand immediately. She drew her sword and took off running, Mabel right behind her.

They arrived just in time to see Ford get thrown against a wall.

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Various swear words swam through Ford’s mind, echoed vehemently by his aching body. He could taste blood, and purple flashes were obscuring his vision. His ears were ringing. He also could not get his legs under him in order to stand up. The dislocated shoulder though, he could feel clearly.

The gambler, now in possession of Ford’s gun, levelled it at him.

Shit.

He reached for a piece of rubble with his good arm, which, if thrown, might just be enough to injure and/or distract the man while he got to his feet …

Yes. All his other attacks so far had failed but if he used a rudimentary projectile –

The treacherous thought did not get the chance to go to completion. Sword flashing, a tall blonde woman stepped between them just as the red giant fired, although instead of the laser burning straight into her it … fragmented. It seemed to break before it reached her, into pieces that dissipated in the air.

Not seeming to believe his eyes, something Ford could not blame him for, the attacker fired again, only for the same thing to happen. With that, a physical hand-to-sword assault was attempted.

Mabel crouched down in front of him, blocking the view.

“Grunkle Ford! Oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen! I’m gonna get you out of here, I promise,”

Unable to coherently reply, Ford was forced to make like a sack of potatoes and have his good arm slung around his twelve-year-old niece’s shoulders while the rest of him was heaved halfway off the ground. He was impressed Mabel managed to do even that much. An absurdly-timed flicker of pride blew through him.

While trying to coerce his legs into taking some of his weight, Ford found himself facing the fight. Blearily, he watched as the woman fended off a blow with one hand, her sword somehow not breaking under the impact of the being’s punch, but also failing to penetrate his skin, just as lasers had.

“Wait!” she called out sharply. She made a quick signal with her free hand. After a tense moment, the red gambler lowered his fists and walked away, all hostility disappearing like smoke. Breathing a sigh of relief, the woman turned and hurried towards them.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her hazel eyes meeting Ford’s as she pulled his dislocated arm around her shoulders.

With an agonised groan, Ford thought that it would be acceptable to now fall into unconsciousness.

#sorry I called Addi a trash monster #what colour are Addi's eyes?#there's violence but I don't think it's too graphic #some swearing #bit of angst #bit of fun #gravity falls #fanfiction #adrift au #dimension jumper au #drifting dimensions au #portal ford #portal mabel #portal addi #adeline marks #stanford pines #mabel pines #multiverse is a curse word #my writing

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A Game of Cat and Mouse Pt1

Wow something that’s actually kind of angsty...where did this come from lol. It’s kind of written in a flashback style as the events are being retold by Maggie, with Bruce probably filling in some of the blanks at some point. Something I’m working on currently, feedback would be much apriciated!!! :)

The room was bland, aside from a couple of ugly green chairs and a plant or two. An uncomfortable silence clinging to the air. Green eyes flitted around the room, as she fiddled with her fingers nervously picking at the corners of her nails.

She wasn’t really in the mood for any of this, but Batman wanted to talk about her last mission with Robin while the events were still fresh in her mind.

A dark figure moved across her vision taking the seat across from her, snapping her out of her daze. She mentally kicked herself as she hadn’t even noticed him come in.

The sat in there letting the silence hang in the air between them, before the dark night spoke,” I understand this is hard but it’s something we need to talk about, Maggie.” He told her.

She flinched a little, not used to hearing her civilian name pass his lips,” I know.” Maggie said feeling her stomach roll with nausea,” Let do this.”

“Right, so tell me when you noticed that the mission had started going wrong?” He questioned the younger girl

She snorted, he always seemed to want to get right into things, but she supposed it was as good a place to start as any.” I knew something was wrong the moment we got inside.” Maggie told him, watch the other man’s eyebrow raise but when he didn’t say anything she just continued.

“The whole thing was going a little too smooth.” She answered,” Robin and I are smart, but we should have at least had a little trouble, but it felt like we just waltz in…”

It was an easy mission, just in and out something that the two young vigilantes should have been able to handle. Nothing that required a whole team just a couple of expert hackers and their brains.

Robin hacked the system in record time getting them inside, while Nightingale watched his back.

She could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten, but she decided to ignore it for now. It was too early in the mission to decide whether they needed to pull out.

“The area seems clear I’m not getting any bio readings on this level.” She told Robin as they entered the building.

“Remember you still need to proceed with caution.” A gruff voice told them over there intercom system.

“Yeah we know this isn’t our first Rodeo, B.” Robin light hearted voice came over the air ways, calming the nerves in her stomach a little.

Everything would go fine, they could handle this.

” I’ll cover the lower area you, cover this one and we’ll meet back up with what we find.” Robin told her, flashing him her signature grin.

“So, the two of you decided to split up?”

She blinked coming out of her thoughts, when he asked this question.

“Yeah we decided to split up.” She told him running her fingers through her thick red hair,” It was stupid, my gut was already telling me something was wrong, but Robin was still in my range of vison and…I thought things would be okay…”

Maggie put her face in her hands,” But things weren’t okay, and he got hurt and…it’s all my fault.” She said, her voice shaking.

“It couldn’t be avoided and wasn’t the one that was hurt.” Batman told her resting a calloused hand on her shoulder,” We don’t have to continue if you’re not ready.”

Her fingers subconsciously ghosted over the bruises on her neck,” I’m fine, let’s continue.” Maggie gave a clipped answer,” So we split up figuring we could cover more ground that way.”

“Are you sure something supposed to be going down here Batman because so far me and Robin got nothing.” Bruce listened starting to feel suspicious himself.

“We’ll give it another few minutes and then you and Robin will pull out.” He told the two of them, not wanting to put them into any unnecessary danger.

“Alright Bat’s but so far everything seems dead quiet…” The girl trailed of as her ears caught a faint noise.

“Nightingale is something wrong.” Batman asked, aware that something caught her attention.

“Nothing I just thought I heard…” The line went silent again before shouting,” Robin look out!!!” Before he heard a loud thump and a little gasp.

The line went dead, not even the crackle of static coming through.

“Nightingale…” He waited for a reply but there was nothing but dead silence.

“Do you remember what happened after you woke up?” Batman asked, his hands folded, elbows neatly resting on his knees as he listened.

She hesitated,“…It’s still a bit hazy but I think I can manage.”

She woke in total darkness, with an intense throbbing pain behind her eyes. Rubbing the back of her head she could already feel a lump forming.

Crawling she found her way to the nearest wall she pushed herself up onto shaky legs, following the smooth, cold wall looking for any sign of a light switch, or a door of some sort.

It wasn’t necessary as moments later the lights flickered on, making her squint against the harsh florescent lights. The room was square with bare white walls and no sign of a door.

The only thing that stuck out was the large monitor that looked built into the wall.

The situation was looking bad and she tried contacting the others, “Batman do you read me?” Receiving nothing but dead air,” Robin?”

Dread settled heavily in her stomach when neither replied.

The large monitor in front of her flickered to life, the Joker’s brightly colored clown face plastered across the on the screen,” Ahh so on of the little birdie’s is awake.” He sniggered, clearly amused with the situation,” Good I was just about to send someone in there to wake you.”

“Where’s Robin?” She questioned, worried about her friend not wanting to imagine what the Joker had done to him.

“Always straight to the point, are we?” He cackled, “Now where’s the fun in that.” He waved her off casually,” What do you say you and I play a little game?” Joker asked.

Weighing her options, she didn’t see any other choice other than to co-operate, the Joker was holding all the cards.

“That’s a good girl, co-operating.” Joker grinned widely,” Let’s play a game of Hide and Seek, you and your little boyfriend, will hide and I’ll come find you, simple enough.”

“If you batman finds you first you win.” He told them, casually brushing a bit of dust off of his shoulder,” If I find you…well you know what’ll happen” Joker sneered.

Narrowing her eyes at him, Joker crowed,” Now don’t look at me like that I’ll even give you head start.” He grinned,” But you might want to hurry your little Bird friend isn’t looking too good now.”

The screen went black. Her heart sank into her stomach, she had to find Robin.

A door in the wall slid open and Nightingale made her way into a large hallway, leading into a maze.

Her brain was starting panic, she had no idea how she was going to find Robin in this mess of hallways

“Alright deep breaths Gale, focus…” She tried to collect her thoughts,” This is Joker you’ve dealt with Joker before…what do you know about him?”

Thinking about it she was able to calm her mind some,” He want’s Batman to suffer…so he wouldn’t let Robin die yet…that’s too easy for Joker…” The weight on her heart lightened,” So maybe he’s somewhere nearby.”

She couldn’t waste anymore time, who knows how long of a head start the Joker was actually giving them.

Turning a corner, she sighed exasperated,” You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, finding an opening with a large Joker smiled painted over the entryway,” The Joker sure has a flare for the draumatics…”

Running inside she found Robin laying there slack and lifeless.

Her heart froze in her chest,’ Oh god I’m too late...’ She thought, going to his side, tears springing to her eyes.

But soon she noticed his chest rising and falling taking in shaky breaths of air,” Oh thank god.” She breathed out.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Nightingale scanned Robin’s body for injuries.

There was a small shallow gash just above his lefts brow, crusted over with dried blood. His lip was split, which made her smile a little knowing he’d fought back.

Shifting his arms, she examined his torso, grimacing when she noticed blood soaking through the side of his thin suit. Not sure if she was anywhere near ready to tackle that situation just yet.

“Alright get out of immediate danger first then deal with possibly life-threatening injuries.” Grabbing his arm, she tried to drag him out of the room, but it proved to be more difficult then she first thought.

They didn’t get very far before she heard a low groan,” Robin!” She exclaimed, to the boy’s side. Watching his hazy blue eyes flicker open.

“Nightingale…what happened?” He slurred, wincing in pain his whole-body aching.

“It was a trap the Joker captured us…I’ll explain more later we have to get somewhere safe.” She told him, helping up now that he was conscious.

She stumbled a bit letting him lean heavily on her, as they slowly made their way.

They didn’t get far before they heard voice,” I think they came this way.”

Looks like their head start had ended,” You should go on without me, I’m just slowing you down.” Robin croaked.

“I’m not leaving you behind we just…have to find somewhere….” She leaned on the wall with him, his weight on her starting to take its toll.

A panel on the wall came loose making her stumble a little. Cocking her head a little she rest Robin against the wall tugging on the panel pulling it loose.

She found a small room, no bigger than a storage closet, she wasn’t sure if it would fit both of them but the voices were getting closer so it would have to do.

Dragging Robin inside she carefully replaced the panel, sitting silently.

Holding her breath, she listened quietly, “I could have sworn they came this way.” One of the voices said,” No matter, if we don’t find them the joker will.” Another answered.

She still waited a few minutes listen to their footsteps dim until she could no longer hear them before she releases her breath,” They’re gone.” She whispered, scanning the room with the tech in her suit for bugs or listening devices.

“The rooms clean, it looks like we can stay here for a while.” She looked over at him wrinkling her nose,” Let’s get you patched up.” She said

It look like a lot of the things were removed from her utility belt but she was relieve to see that the first aid kit was still intact.

Peeling back the skin-tight elastic of his suit, she cringed finally seeing the wound on his side. It was deeper than the one on his brow and still slowly oozing blood but it didn’t look life threatening.

Robin hissed as she began to stitch the wound up,” Sorry I’m no Batman when it comes to these things.”

She finished stitching up the wound wrapping a bandage around his waist to cover the stitches,” It’s not perfect but it’ll have to do for now, Hopefully Batman will find us soon.”

She moved so that she was sitting against the wall, cradling his head in her lap, carding her fingers through his dark hair.

Not liking the heat already coming off him,’ Please hurry.” She thought.

#Dick Grayson #Robin #Oc #Maggie Dupree Wynn #nightingale #bruce wayne #batman #joker #agnst #kidnapping #mentions of blood

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