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camels-pen · 1 year

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Summary: The initial manifestation of Richie’s ‘push’ powers affected Virgil more than he thought.

warning: car accident

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Virgil backed out of the doors carefully holding both colas—no lids, of course, since Richie doesn’t like lids on his because they’re a waste and what if I wanna try yours? I’m not drinking from your straw—about to deepen his voice and imitate a british accent, the words your cola, sir on the tip of his tongue—

SCREEECH

For a split second, Richie was kneeling, a dog cradled in his arms and covering his face as a truck was about to—to—

Then a spark.

A bright pink light, similar in hue to his own powers, expanded from Richie’s palm, forming a large round shield.

The truck rammed into it with an impressive CRASH.

The grill was crushed, the bumper and hood were heavily dented and the windshield looked like it was about ready to shatter with how many cracks it got.

People were screaming and scared and someone was yelling about a reckless kid, but all Virgil could see was his best friend almost getting killed in front of him with him unable to do anything to stop it.

He didn’t even register dropping the colas.

“The brake must’ve popped,” a man in overalls said, catching his breath against the side of the truck. “We’re just lucky nobody was hurt.”

Virgil ran up to Richie, an Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere? I can’t believe you almost— stuck in his throat. “How’d you do that?” he settled on.

Richie stared at his hands, turning them over. Virgil noticed them start to shake before Richie quickly hid them under his armpits. “I don’t know.”

Virgil heard whispering near them and he glanced around to the open street and onlookers. He grabbed Richie’s shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”

Then it was figuring out Richie’s new powers. Catching him from a near disaster with his first flight (and wasn’t that terrifying?). Covering for Richie with his mom. Seeing Richie in new threads trying to be a superhero. Helping Richie while he was trying to be a superhero (no, Virgil was not jealous that Richie seemed stronger than him). Sniffing out the bullshit Richie was trying to push on him.

Walking off the probably bruised ribs Richie gave him.

By the time Virgil had finished mopping the floor with those Run and Jump goons and got knocked out by that old man, his friend’s near death experience was far from his mind.

“How do you feel?”

“When I wake up, remind me to be very angry with you.”

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Remind me to be very angry with you he’d said. And he was angry. But more than that, there was this tight little ball of—of something in his chest that wouldn’t go away now that he wasn’t preoccupied with hero stuff.

Anger was the only thing that made sense right now and it made him feel a little better, talking smack and fighting him 1v1 in the arcade until closing.

But now—now, Richie was mentioning he was gonna head out, back home, on his own.

The tight little ball in his chest grew, making it hard to breathe.

“Hey, how ‘bout a sleepover?” the words left his lips before he even registered them.

“Uhh, I’d love to V, but I need to head home and smooth things over with my mom.” Richie laughed nervously, a sheepish smile on his face. “Pretty sure she thinks I went missing or something.”

“Why?” Virgil said, brows furrowed. “I already covered for you—”

“Ah, yeah, but”—Richie winced—“I forgot to tell her we were going to the arcade.”

Virgil chuckled. “What? Dude, I said I covered for you. Did your mom turn into a helicopter in one afternoon?”

Richie averted his eyes. “It’s been a little different since Ebon took me. She gets worried a lot easier now.”

The reminder of the very real dangers that could strike at any moment felt like a bucket of ice water down his back.

“Right, right.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, yeah, you do you, we can have a sleepover some other time.”

He kept up a smile and wave until Richie turned the corner. He felt sick.

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The truck was out of control. Richie ran to grab the puppy in its way. Tripped. Tried to cover them both from the impact.

The truck crashed.

Virgil watched it all in the span of a few seconds. Boots stuck to the ground.

The faceless crowd shouted at him.

“Why didn’t you save him? You’re supposed to be a hero.”

“Those poor people. Their only child…”

“Not to mention the boyfriend left behind.”

“Boyf—?” Virgil turned in the direction of the last voice. He cut himself off as he walked right into someone. He froze, heart thudding loudly in his chest as his father’s disappointed voice rang in his ears.

“Virgil, I can’t believe this. You let Richie die? Just like that?” Slowly, Virgil looked up. There was his father standing in front of him, his face above the mouth hazy and covered in fog.

“N-No! I couldn’t move! I didn’t even see it!” But he did. He did see it. He just wasn’t fast enough. Wasn’t good enough.

“I raised you better than to make excuses, young man.” And no—that’s—his dad always believed him. When it counted, he always believed Virgil.

A familiar scoff caught his attention. To his right, Sharon was looking at him with disgust. “Look at him. He’s more worried about getting in trouble than the fact that his best friend’s dead!”

The words echoed in his mind.

That wasn’t—Richie wasn’t—

He turned back to the road. Stared at the truck.

The grill was crushed, the bumper and hood were heavily dented and the windshield looked like it was about ready to shatter with how many cracks it got.

He looked down. Stared at—

At—

There was a massive puddle of blood on the ground. Richie was laying in the center of it, his limbs and neck and torso twisted and broken and caved in, in ways no living being could survive.

Virgil woke up and vomited on the floor.

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The thing was, Richie’s hoodie wasn’t draped over his desk chair.

Normally, this would’ve been fine, but with the day he’d had followed by that nightmare, Virgil was on edge.

The most likely culprit was Sharon or his Pops putting it in the wash so one of them could fold it and set it aside to return it to Richie later. It was a futile endeavour, considering it had taken up residence in their house for well over a year now.

Virgil desperately tried to focus on the facts and ignore the whispers in his head saying it wasn’t a dream at all. That he failed. That Richie was—

Virgil scrambled for his costume, pulling the Shock Vox from his belt.

“C’mon pick up. Please pick up.”

Richie did not pick up.

There was wind on his face and in his hair and suddenly he was floating on his disc outside Richie’s window, his heart thumping painfully in his chest.

Virgil could hardly remember how he got here, much less when he changed into Static. He didn’t care.

He knocked on the glass. Two short, one long, three short.

No response.

He tried again. And again.

He didn’t bother with a fourth attempt.

It didn’t take long to get in and at first he was grateful, antsy to reassure himself that Richie really was fine.

Yet when he stepped foot in the room, he froze on the spot.

Because what if he wasn’t fine? What if Virgil had broken into the home of a grieving family and he was making this all up? After all, Richie never turned off his Shock Vox and the idea that someone would have the ability to give people temporary bang baby powers seemed more like the dream.

Virgil couldn’t handle losing someone again. It tore him apart the first time and without Richie, he wouldn’t survive—

A loud, familiar snore cut through his thoughts.

He blinked.

There was a lump on the bed. A large, person-shaped lump. The top of it, by the pillows, was covered in a single dark blue blanket.

Virgil gulped. His heart hammered in his chest.

He hovered a hand over it, hesitant. He stared at his hand a moment before clenching it into a fist and tapping his head with it, mouthing stupid stupid stupid in time with each tap.

Virgil glared at the blanket, filled with frustration for the offending square of fabric and riding the rush of energy to rip it away from the person underneath.

Removing it revealed a head of messy blonde hair followed by a face slackened with sleep, pillowed on both hands, wearing an old white t-shirt.

And all at once, relief.

Virgil nearly fell to his knees with it, seeing his best friend alive, breathing, and not twisted into a mangled up corpse.

The relief made way for other thoughts he hadn’t considered in his haste to check on Richie, however, and he was realizing that he should probably leave before his friend woke up.

Of course, it was never that easy for Virgil.

When the last of the blanket fell away from Richie’s arms, he heard the sound of irony sealing his fate. It sounded a lot like static electricity.

Richie jolted slightly and his snoring cut out. His eyes slowly blinked open, scanning the room and landing on Virgil. He didn’t have his glasses on, but Virgil knew he could see enough to recognize him.

Richie groaned and flopped back on the mattress. “V, tell me there’s not a midnight burglary you have to take care of. Trying to cover for you with your pops when I’m tired as shit is really really hard.”

Virgil stayed silent, drinking in the sight of Richie’s chest, slowly moving up and down with each breath he took—drinking in the sight of him being alive—while simultaneously trying to come up with a good enough excuse to avoid any in-depth questions.

Richie turned his head a bit, glancing at the wall behind Virgil, and groaned again. His foot lightly kicked Virgil’s shin through the comforter. “Dude, the window was locked, not barricaded. You didn’t have to bust through the whole thing—”

“Why was your Shock Vox off?” That. Was not what he meant to say. But at the reminder of what led him here, he needed to know. Richie never turned his Shock Vox off. Never.

“Ohhh that. I was working on a new upgrade before bed. Needed to remove the battery for a bit. Guess I forgot to double check it was working properly when I put it back.” The blanket slipped from Virgil’s slack grip as the tension started to drain out of him faster, as it really started to hit him that Richie was okay. That this was all real. “Virgil?”

“Fine, it’s—I’m fine.” He rubbed a hand down his face… or attempted to; when his fingers caught on his goggles he sighed. He picked up the blanket, draped it back over Richie. “I should go. Sorry for waking you.”

He stared at Richie. Waited for his goodbye.

Richie stared at him for a long moment. Looked so intently at Virgil’s face that he fought down the urge to squirm.

A shiver ran through him, the breeze from the (now permanently) open window making him look down at his clothes and—oh.

Virgil wondered how he’d gotten here so quickly without remembering putting on the suit. Turned out he only put on his Static jacket over his pj’s. He wasn’t even wearing any shoes.

He should be more panicked about leaving the house like that. Probably.

Finally, Richie said, “You look tired.”

And Virgil. He was.

The ride over must’ve really drained him or the relief was replacing the last of the adrenaline or he was exhausted just thinking of the conversation they were going to have, but he was too tired to bother trying to hide it.

He sighed. “I am.”

“C’mon,” Richie flipped the covers and scooted closer to the wall. “Get in.”

And despite how much of a bad idea he knew it was, considering the risk of Mrs. Foley seeing them sleeping in the same bed together—not to mention him wearing Static’s jacket and Static’s flying disk sitting on the floor—Virgil didn’t hesitate to slip in beside Richie and hold him in his arms.

“This okay?” he whispered.

Richie smiled, one arm draping across Virgil’s waist and the other tucked under his head, his blinks growing slower. “More than okay.”

There would be a conversation in the morning—one he wouldn’t be able to escape—but at least here, holding Richie in his arms and drifting off, he could escape his nightmares and dream of a different kind of conversation going oh so right.

#static shock #static shock fic #nemo the writing ho #virichie #its pre-relationship but eh #there are notes on ao3 that im not gonna retype here but basically: they are so gay and in love.#what other explanation could them having the same colour for their powers *possibly* mean?#im joking but also im a little bit not #even if they arent in romantic love. they are special to each other <3

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smashpages · 2 years

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This is Nikolas Draper Ivey‘s variant cover for the Milestone 30th Anniversary Special (February 2023).

#nikolas draper-ivey #milestone media #dc comics #comics #comic books #static shock #batman beyond #dc #milestone 30th anniversary special #static

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joekerr79 · 1 year

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#static shock #very special #blm movement #grinder #teens #high school

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cocotine · 1 month

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i barely have any sense of self anymore beyond like. being lazy/tired and not wanting to do things.

i know the self is an intangible and abstract concept but im trying to decide what class i would be in bg3 (this is a really stupid reason to have an existential crisis i know) and i can't settle on anything bc i don't really know who i am or what im like anymore beyond my shortcomings and weaknesses. which sounds stupid but it's upsetting when something that's supposed to be a fun hobby becomes a source of despair because i can't stop ruminating and i can't enjoy the game bc im thinking of how inadequate i am. maybe this is why people play as characters that aren't themselves BUT I NEED TO SELF INSERT i need to. idk

#it keeps coming down to storm sorcerer bc i was born right before a big ice storm irl and im always cold and i get static shocks rly often #and i have very strong emotions and a bad temper sometimes that kind of works with like. storm theme #and i can't see myself learning to fight/kill without necessity or studying spells since wizardry is kind of like the science of that world #but then im like well wtf makes me think id be so special to be born with a magic gifts. im nobody #and a couple of friends said they'd see me as a bard and i do want some healing/support spells #but i dont really like the whole music thing w bards it feels... theater kid-y? idk volo ruined bards for me lol hes so fucking annoying #as well as the bard dialogue options from my current playthrough. they're all kind of lame #ranger is out bc spells are wisdom based and i dont wanna pick a Favoured Enemy my favoured enemy is no enemy thanks #i did a quiz and it gave me rogue but idk. i guess i can see myself sneaking around and i do a lot of sneaking around ingame but idk #im going for charisma and dex/int as my main stats yes i KNOW i should invest in constitution but it is simply not accurate for me #maybe ill do. 8 sorc 4 rogue....or something....i kind of just want bonus action dash from rogue and a crossbow for non-magic dmg #i really don't think im smooth enough to be a rogue though #my only sense of self is all the ways in which im inadequate lmao #blabber

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akuzeisms · 1 year

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@pessimistics cont'd ;;

Hinting? Her? No, never. She shook her head, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. He looked awfully comfortable sitting on her bed; she was glad he was at least reaping the benefits of her rank. She leaned against the wall, datapad in hand as she swiped through a few reports, glancing up at him briefly as she did. There was no such thing as 'good' news, no matter which reports she looked through.

With almost every ounce of her willpower, she set the datapad down, mentally telling herself: twenty minutes. If she didn't at least take one break, then she'd stress herself out, and with the way things were going... it was going to be a lot of work--on her plate--for them to have a chance at winning this. Everything was riding on her. If she failed, they were all doomed.

Taking a seat next to him, that soft smile was back as she let one hand gently run up the length of his arm. "I said... there's a lot of advantages to being on an advanced warship," she repeated, a small smile coming across her features. "Something I... haven't always been able to take advantage of." At least, not the way she was implying. There wasn't much she could do; unless something came in that was an emergency, they had nothing to do but remain in transit. Of course, that could be at any given time... no matter where they happened to be.

One of those advantages, she had no problem demonstrating: stretching up just a little to close the distance, she pressed her lips against his, her kiss soft and gentle as one hand traced his jaw, the other lightly tangling itself in his curly hair. She held the kiss for a while before pulling back, leaning her forehead against his as she closed her eyes.

"I'm glad you're here," she whispered, wishing she could mask the undertone of worry in her voice. "I can't imagine having left you back on Earth..." The chaos. Death. Destruction. It was bad enough Anderson was there; she couldn't imagine having two of the most important people to her down there. At least here, even if he came groundside with them... she knew he was safe. She had people she could trust with his safety, whether it was in the hands of their skilled pilot, or under the guidance of her trusted comrades in a firefight.

#pessimistics #me3. ❖﹙ people can no longer cover their eyes ⋄ if this disturbs you then walk away. ﹚#i'm sorry my replies never end up short LMAO #as usual her spice lasted 0.5 seconds before she went soft af #sidenote she has special blankets actually but that's not to do with her rank #they're basically special anti-static blankets/bedding because... biotics make her build up small amounts of static electricity in her body #so yknow when you accidentally shock someone? yeah she does that if she touches anything metal #( and more frequently in general than the average person would )#there's actually a joke about it in the third game that one of the characters makes lmao #grownpale ❖ rustin cohle﹙ do your thing but you ought to know ⋄ we just make it up as we go. ﹚

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ioniiaa · 2 months

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 13)

Part 13:

After practically being dragged by Vaggie back into the main lobby of the hotel with Alastor quietly humming behind the two of you, you were basically swarmed by Charlie, Angel, Husk and Nifty.

"WHERE WERE YOU? I was so scared!" Charlie barely manages to get out past the blubbering tears streaming down her face as she hugs you.

Angel examined your body with all of his arms, checking to make sure you were okay, "Geeze, toots, how'd you manage to survive that long against Smiles over there? I was sure you'd be dead meat!"

Husk gave you a glance up and down, "Glad you're alright. I'd hate to miss out on getting to know another drinking buddy." Husk glances over to Angel and grumbles under his breath, "You owe me $50."

"You were betting on if (y/n) was alive???" Vaggie groans, hands rubbing her face in exasperation.

Nifty is basically hyperventilating in your face, sniffing and examining your hair strand by strand, "Yup- still gross- EW!" Before she launches off your shoulders to go and do god knows what somewhere in some far corner of the hotel...

You let out a breathy chuckle, "I appreciate the concern... and the vote of confidence... Angel..." You give a sarcastic glare over in the spider's direction, earning a sheepish smile from Angel.

Taking Charlie's hands in your's, you take one of your hands to dry the tears from her eyes and say, "Charlie, you don't need to cry. You're such a sweet girl. I honestly can't thank you- and Vaggie-" you smile in Vaggie's direction before continuing, "- for saving my life and bringing me here to the Hazbin Hotel. I came here to find the love of my life- back from when I was alive. It's only been a few hours, yet you've already helped me fulfill the goal I've been trying to achieve for decades!"

Your words brought surprised looks upon Charlie, Angel, and Husk's faces.

Husk nearly dropped the glasses he was cleaning, "Uh.. Say what now?"

"Excuse me, but did you just say you found the love of your life... from when you were alive?? Who the hell-" Angel started to say before Alastor walked over put his hand on your shoulder,.

"Oh, you gotta be fuckin' kidding me." Husk interrupted Angel's sentence with the most deadpan yet exasperated voice he could muster.

"Wait... you mean... Freaky face has a fuckin' WIFE???" Angel yelled out in disbelief. "What the actual FUCK? I didn't think that guy was capable of love!"

"Ahem." Static noises became louder as Alastor glared in Angel's direction.

"Alright, alright, jesus, sorry! Husk, I need a drink."

"Already on it."

Meanwhile, Charlie just stood there as still as a statue from the shock. Until she suddenly started chuckling slowly, "Ah ha... hahaha... wait... really?" She brought her hands up to her mouth, trying to hide the huge grin that was slowly forming on her face.

You nodded, "Well, not quite wife haha... I was killed before he could propose..."

"Geeze, talk about grim.."

"Why, I do say that is quite enough from the peanut gallery!" Alastor piped up, menacingly twisting his head towards the bar where Angel and Husk were.

Charlie turned to Alastor, "How come you never mentioned you had someone special before?"

"Well my dear Charlie, I am a very private person, I do not often willingly divulge personal information about myself or my life back when I was alive."

"Oh." Charlie looked down at the ground dejectedly, thinking she was closer to Alastor than to be kept at such length still.

You patted Charlie's head, "Don't worry- I'll be happy to chat with you anytime! Though I don't know if you'll have fun hearing how I killed my husband- er- before Alastor. Maybe I'll have to settle for stories about my art career!" You chuckle smiling at her.

"Jesus, she IS crazy after all."

"Takes crazy to know crazy"

"Oh, shut up."

Charlie gasps, suddenly perking up, "Oh.. MY... GOSH!! Does this mean we get to host the very first wedding at our hotel??" She squeals and gives both you and Alastor the puppy-eye look.

You link your arm through Alastor's and look up at him with an inquisitive look.

"Ahaha! Why, if it is what my dear (y/n) desires, then that is what we shall do!"

You grin and bring your left hand up and hold it out to Charlie, "We already have the rings!"

Charlie blinks blankly and her mouth hangs open holding your hand to examine the ring on your hand. Vaggie leans over to look as well, "I honestly don't know I missed that..."

After staring at the ring for a while, Charlie smacks Vaggie's arm a bunch before squeezing her in a big embrace- the sounds of her squealing excitedly filled the room.

"WE HAVE A WEDDING TO PLAN!!!!!"

-> Part 14

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jyoongim · 2 months

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Hi there,

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING!

If requests are still open I was thinking of an idea. I was kinda inspired by the scene in Hazbin Hotel where Val is squinting at the tv and saying “who the f$&@ is that?”

But my idea is instead it’s Vox seeing Alastor escorting the reader around town, having coffee etc. so Vox sees an opportunity to get to Alastor by abducting the reader and broadcasting it to the hotel that they have her/him. Of course Al gets pissed seeing then hurt the reader and saves them.

Doesn’t have to be romantic, maybe more that Alastor considers then a rare friend and is very protective.

Anyway, let me know what you think.

Thank you!!

warnings: fem!reader kidnapping, attempted SA, Vox being a piece of shit, platonic friendship

“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?” Vox growled as he stared at his many monitors.

What had caught his eye was that fucker Alastor.

But oh the red demon wasn’t alone, no, hanging on the arm of the Radio Demon was a pretty doe.

You smiled as you chatted to the demon, eyes sparkling before pouting at whatever he had told you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder happily as the two of you walked down the street.

Valentino took a puff from his cigar, smirking ”Ooh ooo seems like Alastor got himself a pretty lady while he was gone”

Vox had caught sight of you multiple times. Ever since Alastor came back, you were always by Alastor’s side, not once had he seen you alone.

He watched as Alastor took you to multiple places; cafes, shopping, showing you around Pentagram City.

You must have been something real special if the Radio Demon kept you around.

It would be ashamed if Alastor’s little pet went missing now wouldn’t it……

You groaned as you came to. You blinked, clearing the haze from your sight as you gathered your senses.

You went to move, but found yourself bound and gagged.

Your eyes widened how the fuck did this happen?

The last thing you remembered was leaving the hotel to buy a few things and being grabbed from behind.

You shivered. Looking down, you saw that you were dressed in rather provocative clothing. You looked around, there were cameras, monitors, and horny demons in the room all set on you.

You started to hyperventilate as tears welled in your eyes, where were you?

“Aaahh there she is” a voice purred, a cold hand grabbed your chin,making you come face to face with Vox.

Your tears dried up immediately as your brow quirked at him

”now you might be confused dear but don’t fret, I’m not gonna hurt you too bad. Just need to get my point across. How will Alastor feel seeing his little pet ruined” he chuckled darkly.

You growled at him through the gag.

He sat on a chair and grinned into the monitor

”This is a message to that old timer prick!” The monitor flashed your bound body, wriggling around as multiple demons started the touch you.

”I’ve got your pretty pet, oh don’t worry Ill send her back to you…but i fear she wont be quite the same” Vox laughed.

Charlie and the gang watched in shocked. Why the hell would Vox take you?

A dark aura filled the room as static buzzed loudly.

“Well it seems I am needed elsewhere” the red demon grinned, smile tense and menacing.

Alastor disappeared in the depths of his shadows.

You panted as you were surrounded by demons. Your face was bruised and blood dripped from your mouth from being striked.

Your gag had been removed by a demon attempting to use your mouth and you had chomped his dick off, resulting in a harsh slap.

”I say we fuck her til she bleeds or even better dead” a demon growled.

You hissed and before one could make a grab at you, the lights blinked.

Dark misty shadows filled the room and you smiled as a voice growled from them.

”Now thats no way to treat a lady”

Alastor.

The demons tried to rush him, but his tentacles shot out and ripped every single one of them apart.

He stalked towards Vox and you had never seen Alastor so enraged.

He had the monitor glitching as he beat him to a pulp.

He powered him down and made his way over to you.

Taking you into his arms, he cooed to you “Oooh my dear I do apologize for the horrid display, i hope you were too uncomfortable”

He materialized your clothing to be more conservative and walked you out of the Vs’ building.

“Thank you Al” you whispered burying your face in his chest

He chuckled “Ooh anything for you my dear”

Let’s just say, Alastor accompanied you anywhere you went after that.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox

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moneypriestess · 3 months

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OK, se we all know ghostspeak, right? It's a language for ghosts that comes from the ghost zone, and basically only halfas and ghosts can speak it on earth, but what if it's a forgotten language on earth?

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It existed thousands of years ago, but slowly died off until no one remembered it.....until Tim went snooping in the house of mystery and came across an ancient book written in a language he didn't recognise.

After asking cough cough blackmailing cough John for the book Tim took it home and somehow forgotten about it, for about a week.

Now, during the week the book had been sitting in his room, Tim had gotten into an argument with Bruce, then with Alfred over his sleep, or lack thereof, and forced into decaf coffee for the rest of the month. So he was pretty frustrated, annoyed, and looking for revenge.

When Tim saw the book sitting on his desk innocently, he had a brilliant idea, a magnificent wonderful show stopping idea that would get his sweet sweet revenge.

Now, remember that Tim's brain is running on decaf coffee, no sleep, and no dopamine, it would not be too far fetched for him to think that because Alfred is obviously immortal he would know this ancient language, so Tim could learn this ancient language and insult his cooking in his (maybe) mother tongue! Obviously, it's a low blow, but revenge changes a person.

Tim spent the next month studying that book, staying locked in his room like the 'good grounded boy' he was. Obviously, Bruce knew something was up, but it didn't seem like Tim was up to a mastermindfull plan that might destroy or recreate gothams crime ring, so he let mumbling studying boy be.

Tim finally shut the book with a released sigh and sat up, cracking his back of the kinks and smirking at the victory he could already practically taste on his tongue. Today was the day. He was fairly confident that he had successfully broken through the language barrier and fluently learnt the once forgotten language.

Tim swaggered (yes, I said that, don't kill me) into the dining room and took a seat next to danny, his newest kindest and most naive brother, before looking towards everyone gathered today. It was the anniversary of Danny's first adoption, and everyone was here to celebrate it, even Jason of all people, though he could understand why. Since the two met, they had a seemingly special bond, and everyone knew Jason was Danny's favroute. No matter how hard dick tried to be.

Waiting until the food had come out and danny had successfully poked and prodded his plate to his liking, a weird ritual he did "to make sure it won't attack him" danny had said the first time anyone asked, everyone began eating. Tim hid a tiny smirk behind his bowed head as he finally said the words he had been waiting for all month.

"Looks like you're losing your touch, Alfred"

A second passed, no one says anything and Tim has just a smidgen of regret, did he say it right? Did he mispronounce something and make a fool of himself?

"Sniffle"

Tim's head shoots up to Alfred's, he only wanted to shock him and insult him a little bit! He didn't want him to start crying.

Yet Alfred's eyes were dry, and instead of looking at Tim, heck, no one was looking at Tim. They were all looking to the side of Tim, where danny sa-

Oh no, danny.

Tim swivelled his head and let his jaw open in shock as he sees danny full on breaking down, tears and snot covering his face that he desperately tries to wipe away as Jason kneeled beside him and tried to comfort him, the same static noises that Tim had made just before coming from his mouth.

Yet these were different, more confident in the tone and more soft and comforting than whatever Tim had said.

"Not-kill-dare-day-dann-calm-"

Tim could barely recognise the words coming from Jason's mouth and paled as he realised what that meant. It meant that he should have spent longer learning from the book, it meant he shouldn't have tried this in front of the entire family, it meant he had said something completely different than what he meant to say, the only question now is.

'What the fuck did I say?'

#crossover #dc x dp #crack #batfam #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dpxdc

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just-aake · 4 months

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Chasing Shadows

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: A sudden mission on New Year’s Eve brings Natasha face to face with someone from her past.

Warnings: light fluff, light angst

Words: 1410

11:55 P.M.

Surrounded by the lively atmosphere of Times Square, Natasha glances at her watch to check the time before looking around at the excited crowds of people, all waiting for the annual New Year’s Eve Ball Drop to start.

Laughter and cheers fill the air as she withdraws to a more secluded spot, raising her hand to her earpiece to speak through the comms.

“I’m at the location.”

SHIELD had intercepted a suspicious encrypted message a few moments ago, indicating that something was set to happen in the area tonight. Being the only one available nearby in such a short time, Natasha took on the assignment.

After a brief static pause, Maria's voice comes through the comms.

“It’s a shame that this had to interrupt your holiday evening.”

Taking a moment to scan her surroundings, Natasha replies nonchalantly, “I could say the same for you. Besides, it’s fine. It’s not like I had any plans.”

A curious hum comes in response before Maria asks, “No special someone to begin the new year with?”

At her words, the face of someone from years ago unexpectedly crosses Natasha’s mind, accompanied by flickers of memories recounting moments filled with late-night escapades and adrenaline-filled touches.

One particular memory stands out–of a night similar to tonight, atop a rooftop, shielded from prying eyes.

Two people shared a rare moment of vulnerability, and against her better judgment, she wished life had played out differently for them—an unrealistic hope.

11:56 P.M.

“No,” Natasha replies to Maria’s question as she pushes away those thoughts and refocuses her attention back on the crowd.

Amidst all the joyous people, Natasha finally spots the individual they were seeking—a slippery criminal with a history of working for a notorious crime family that once controlled these streets.

The members of that family were taken down and arrested by an undercover SHIELD operation years ago, leading many of their associates to either scatter or continue their own shady activities in the city.

This particular individual belongs to the latter group and has proven to be very elusive, successfully evading capture from SHIELD multiple times.

“I’ve got eyes on the suspect.”

As she utters these words, the man locks eyes directly with her, as though she is the intended target instead.

Discreetly, he reaches into his coat, revealing a mysterious device with an ominous, glowing red button at its center. He briefly flashes it at her before tucking it away and swiftly turning around to disappear into the crowds.

11:57 P.M.

Immediately, Natasha gives chase, her eyes fixed on the suspect darting through the masses of people. With adept skill, she effortlessly maneuvers through the crowds, rapidly closing the distance.

As the suspect pushes through the final layers of people, Natasha spots another figure emerging from the shadows toward the suspect.

In a swift and seamless exchange, the mysterious device changes hands from the original suspect to the newcomer.

Natasha’s eyes narrow suspiciously at the action when suddenly, the two figures split off in opposite directions, causing her to realize what that means.

Either she continues chasing the elusive criminal they've sought for so long, or she goes after the person now in possession of the unknown device, which may pose a potential threat to everyone in the area.

Without missing a beat, Natasha alters her course to pursue the newcomer. Surging forward, she vaults over one of the crowd barriers, tackling the figure mid-stride, and sending them both crashing to the ground.

The impact elicits gasps of shock from the few people nearby as Natasha swiftly recovers, pinning the suspect to the pavement.

The newcomer wears a mask over their eyes, concealing their identity from anybody who looks at them.

Not from her though.

Natasha is taken aback as her lips part in surprise. She easily recognizes those particular sets of eyes, especially when accompanied by the knowing smirk forming on their face in response to her reaction.

11:58 P.M.

Natasha is still rattled by the revelation of the figure before her, allowing them to seize the opportunity to escape from their pinned position, forcefully knocking the Black Widow aside before swiftly resuming their sprint.

Partially recovering from the shock, Natasha's instincts kick in, and she rushes to pursue, her mind still grappling with disbelief.

It can't be. That thought repeats in Natasha’s mind as she follows the figure into a condemned building site.

She recognizes the structure immediately, both from that particular memory of the past as well as its status as an old building that fell victim to one of the Avengers' numerous battles.

Natasha enters the ruined building through the recently shut side door, finding herself in the emergency stairway that miraculously remains intact.

Glancing up, she spots the suspect running up the stairs, quickly ascending to the higher levels of the building.

11:59 P.M.

The anticipated event unfolds outside as the ball at the top of the Times building starts its descent, marking the last minute of the year.

Amidst the beginning of the countdown chorus from the crowds outside, Natasha also starts running up the stairs.

The echoing footsteps of the other person above her drive her to accelerate to catch up, sprinting up the stairs two at a time.

11:59:30 P.M.

Natasha’s heart beats painfully in her chest, and she’s not sure if it’s from adrenaline or from the overwhelming sight of seeing you again—maybe it’s both.

After all, you’ve always had that effect on her.

“Three!” - 11:59:57 P.M.

Bursting through the roof door, Natasha slides to a sudden stop at the edge of the dilapidated floor. Dust rises at her movement, and small rocks roll and tumble over the edge, falling into the gaping hole.

“Two!” - 11:59:58 P.M.

On the opposite side of the large chasm, balancing precariously on the rooftop edge, the suspect stands, hands clasped behind their back, awaiting Natasha's arrival.

“One!” - 11:59:59 P.M.

With her attention now fixed on them, the figure removes the mask covering their eyes with a dramatic flourish, letting it drift off in the wind and fall gracefully towards the cheering crowd below.

12:00 A.M.

The night sky explodes in colorful lights, illuminating your silhouette.

Natasha stands frozen, mesmerized by the sight of you again, with your Cheshire smirk firmly in place as the remnants of the fireworks rain behind you.

It's a perfect reminder of who you are—beautiful yet dangerous.

In one of your hands, you teasingly wave the device with its ominous red glow at Natasha, while your other hand raises to your lips, playfully sending a mock kiss her way.

With a mischievous wink, you suddenly toss the device toward her, the gentle force of your action causing it to barely reach over to her side.

Reacting quickly, she stretches her arm to catch it before it can fall down the hole, pulling herself safely back from the edge once it is in her hand.

Regaining her balance, Natasha's gaze shoots back to you, or where you should've been, but now there's only dust kicked up by the cold wind. Furrowing her brows, she scans her surroundings again but finds no traces of you anywhere.

You've slipped away.

Returning her attention to the device in her hand, Natasha turns it around, removing the back covering.

Now knowing who she is dealing with, she is not surprised when she finds no activation triggers or wiring—just a battery-powered red LED bulb and a piece of paper folded inside.

Natasha raises her hand to her earpiece, activating the comms.

"Hill, the device is a fake. It was all just a wild goose chase."

"And the suspects?"

"Escaped," Natasha replies regretfully, looking back at the empty rooftop space.

"From you? That’s impressive."

Again, Natasha isn't surprised; time in prison clearly hasn't dulled your skills. Though, now, she needs to consider the implications of your unexpected and sudden return to the city.

"Can you check something for me?" Natasha asks into the earpiece.

"Sure, what is it?"

"The confinement statuses of all the members of the L/n family."

Maria lowly whistles before commenting, "Haven’t heard that name in a while. Isn’t that the crime family that you took down during your first solo undercover mission?"

12:01 A.M.

Natasha remains silent at that, her eyes fixated on the piece of paper in her hand. The fireworks illuminate your familiar handwriting periodically against the darkness of the night.

Happy New Year, Natasha Let’s play again soon 🤍

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a/n: Thank you for reading, and an additional special thanks for all who have read any of my other writings this year. I really appreciated all the likes, reblogs, and comments that you have given me (many of you are so sweet and kind for reading most or almost all of the things I wrote). Thank you again, and I hope you all have a happy New Years!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff

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chosos-mascara · 8 months

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perhapsssss reader x gojo where reader is being manipulated by a curse user during a mission which makes her have no control over her body and so shes just like attacking gojo and gojo being a lover boy, cant bear himself attacking back but even with his six eyes the curse user is nowhere to be seen so its like he has no choice but to knock reader out for a moment ???? :DD

gojo x reader

reader is possessed

gojo is caught off guard when the special grade disappears, his six eyes unable to detect the curse's presence within the forest surrounding him. trees stand tall, the sun beginning to rise through the deep green canvas above - had it teleported through fear?

he scans the area, wooden branches acting as leverage as he warps to watch through different heights and axis, though ultimately returns to where you'd been fighting, prepared to admit his defeat and begin the journey home. he could continue the fight another day, he thinks, after you get ramen with him.

(the prospect of ramen had brought him through this particular mission. it hadn't been his favourite, though it had been one of the first 'post-mission meals' you'd shared, and a tradition going forward.)

before you had been a corpse - your own battle finding climax, though the tension riddled through your body had spoken otherwise. you'd been hunched forward, breathlessness evident through exaggerated huffing, eyes burning the ground below you.

gojo didn't use infinity with you, not since your first mission. yet, something within that moment had told him to rebuild that barrier between himself, and you.

he called your name, and for a few moments, he didn't think you'd heard him. you'd remained in a static, gasping state, a feral stature and warped expression when you finally met his eye.

as you ran toward him, cursed weapon held high above your head, a morbid smile spread over cheek, gojo fought shock to instead feign confidence. he raises a hand, though not with ease - he hadn't known what to do.

if he used his technique, he'd kill you.

the handful of steps left before you'd reached him had felt to last eternity as he'd watched your body being pushed to it's limit, though not through your own volition. gojo's blood boiled when he'd clocked what'd happened, thinking of the painful internal struggle you'd suffered through since the curse had taken you over.

his hand came into contact with your flesh, the dip from shoulder to neck facing firm impact and triggering your body's response - unconsciousness.

you'd fallen forward immediately after contact, gojo's shoulders finally relaxing as your form had hit the dirt below.

he was sure he'd make fun of you in a few hours, how he'd came to your rescue, though he'd had to admit (if only to himself) that he had feared the outcome of hurting you.

#gojo drabble #gojo imagine #gojo scenario #jjk drabble #gojo x reader drabble #jjk x reader drabble #gojo x reader short #anon ♡#anon requests #gojo x reader #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo fluff #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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hihomeghere · 7 months

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Tesoro | Five Hargeeves / Reader

Rating : Teen Word Count : 3k Summary : While working at the commission as a field agent you are assigned a new partner, Number Five. Warnings : Gore, description of bodily harm, mentions of kidnapping (this is the start of a sort of series. I watched TUA and now I cant stop writing about Five)

Pins and needles, it was as though your very essence was being torn apart and put back together again. Atoms, Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen. Your bones snap, your skin tears apart. A scream rips its way through your throat as everything is strung back together. The pain is almost worse than when your very existence was being torn apart, it was as though you were held together with only staples and duct tape. That familiar taste of copper fills your mouth. The crackle of static came over the speakers. Your head pounded, the lights nearly blinding you. The ringing in your ears was constant.

“Experiment #371, unsuccessful.” The cold voice says, sweat covering your body. Then the words you dreaded most left his mouth, “Begin experiment #372.” He said with a sigh.

You sat up with a gasp. Your hair was stuck to your forehead with sweat. You take in your surroundings, trying to take deep breaths. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. Your hands gripped your wood desk, you were back in your office. Your office at the commission. You were safe, no longer trapped in that lab. Instead of white walls these are cream, with framed pictures of wooded landscapes.

“Y/n?” Herb knocked on your door, you jumped your hand coming to your chest. You shook your head chuckling slightly.

“Yes? Sorry, you spooked me.” You said, giving him a smile.

“Oh,” he chuckled as well, “I just wanted to pop by and give you your next assignment.” He shrugged, taking a breath before handing you a yellow folder. He stopped in front of you looking at your hair, he chuckled before pointing to his own head. You pulled a strand down only to find in your shocked state you must have accidentally changed. The hair you were holding was now purple instead of your normal color. You smiled sheepishly, changing it back. “Thank you Herb.” You took the file from his hands, he nodded before walking out of your office. You opened up the folder flipping through the file.

There was the normal amount of mission jargon as always, except where your partner was introduced.

Partner?

Number Five, written in bold ink stared back at your very confused expression.

You had never had a partner before, but if the commission requested it they obviously knew something you didn’t.

You sighed, couldn’t put it off any longer you thought, pushing yourself up and out of your chair. The man you were going to see was of course a legend, but hey, so were you.

You were Y/n l/n, there was no other shapeshifting killing machine like you. 152 confirmed kills, 129 timeline saving missions. You were specially trained by scientists, dead set on turning you into a weapon for mass destruction. Lucky for you, escaping was easy when you could be anyone you wanted. A quick glance at someone and you could recreate their being as your own. It didn’t take long for the commission to pick you up after you escaped.

You stood up, clutching the folder to your chest. Your heels clicked on the tile floor as you passed the familiar offices. Many well manicured fingers tapping away on typewriters, your eyes falling on your old desk. You did miss the camaraderie, the shared lunches, meeting after work for a drink or two.

Sometimes you wished you could go back to your desk job. More than anything you wished you could wash the blood off your hands. That stain would always remain, no matter how hard scrubbed. Even if you didn’t show it, you remembered every single kill. Maybe it made you soft. You’d rather be soft than a machine.

“Excuse me?” A rather annoyed masculine voice said. You realized quickly that you were standing at the doorway of Number Five’s office.

“Oh.” You said collecting yourself, a shy smile on your face. He was different than you’d have imagined. Instead of the rugged, scarred man you’d envisioned. He was thin, dark hair in a neat side part, his body seemed well defined but not bulging with muscles. Possibly 35?He raised an eyebrow at you, you blinked coming back to earth.“If you wouldn’t mind sweetheart, I really need to get back to this.” He said, sighing, clasping his hands as he leaned forward at his desk. Your face flushed, sweetheart?

You scoffed walking into the office and sitting across from him. He sighed leaning back in his chair and muttered something under his breath. “Is this the normal act you pull with people?” You asked, crossing your arms. It was his turn to scoff.

“This isn’t an act, now are you going to hand me that folder or…” he trailed off, his hand stretched out expectantly.

You tilted your head, this man really had no idea who you were. You shook your head, throwing the file onto the desk . You plopped yourself down in the chair across from him, crossing your arms. He eyed you warily before opening the folder. The only noise in the office was the turning of pages, he stopped, his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Well sweetheart, looks like I’m your new partner.” You said squinting your eyes as you smiled smugly, your nose wrinkling. He set the folder down on the desk, he mirrored you, his arms crossed.

“And why would they pair me with someone like you?” He grumbled. Was it because of your age? You scoffed looking off to the side, breaking eye contact.

You’d play if that’s what he wanted, but you never lost. Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen. You watched as the smile slowly fell off his face, you felt your muscles tighten slightly and your hands stretch along with your legs. Soon Five was staring at a carbon copy of himself, only there was no paradox psychosis. Since after all he had just witnessed you turn into himself. You studied him for only a second before mirroring his stance, his body language was easy to pick up on.

“How did you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“How did I what?” You asked furrowing your-his- brows.

He eyed you warily, leaning back in his chair. You smiled before putting yourself back together again. You smoothed your hair down, running your fingers through it. Your head throbbed slightly, a side effect of your ‘power’.

“Five Hargreeves,” he said, reaching out his hand. You took it.

“Y/n L/n.”

That’s how it was, you and Five against the world. Sure, he was sarcastic, egotistical, a bit of a know it all. But he was your partner, it wasn't like you were faultless. Slowly you began to peel back his layers, how he took his coffee, when he started to work at the commission, little things like that.

You were an open book anyone could flip through at any time. You wore your heart on your sleeve, which wasn’t always a great quality in your line of work.

“Theresa!” You called waving to one of the ‘desk worms’ as Five so ‘lovingly’ called them. She was one of your first friends after joining the commission. She stopped, gripping the files she was carrying tighter ever so slightly. Something only Five seemed to pick up on.

“Y/n…” she smiled slightly, her eyes darting to any exit she could find, “How lovely it is to see you again.”

“You too!” You said grinning, “How have you been?” You asked walking up to her, your hand touching her forearm. She winced slightly looking down at your hand. Five walked up behind you two, staring down at Theresa. She met his gaze only for a second before looking back at you.

“Fine. Just fine.” She forced a smile again, Five crossed his arms watching the interaction. She pulled away ‘readjusting’ the files in her arms. Your smile faltered.

“Oh, well I’ll catch you around! Maybe we could get lunch together? The old gang.” You nudged her arm. She looked down at where you had touched her, before she met your eyes again.

“Oh, well we had an early lunch today so… Maybe next time.” She forced a smile before all but running away from the two of you. You stood like a statue watching her run off. Your smile dropped from your face, Five clenched his jaw.

“Well,” Five said, breaking the silence, your head whipped back to look at him, “She’s a piece of work isn’t she?” He huffed, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

“Huh?” You asked furrowing your brows, “No! No, they just had an early lunch, that's all.” You said nodding to yourself, trying to make yourself believe your words.

Five looked at your face, the slight pout in your lip, your face was flushed. He internally fought with himself over his next choice of words. He would suffer through any awkward moments to see you smile again.

“How about you have lunch with me today, tesoro?” He asked, bumping his shoulder against yours. Your face broke out into a grin, a real one.

“Really?” You asked, the twinkle returning to your eyes. He nodded, the corner of his lips pulling upwards. “Absolutely!” You cheered, linking your arm through his. Normally he would have blinked away from anyone who dared touch him. But the feeling of your arm in his felt… right.

“So do you have any brothers or sisters?” You asked as you took a bite of your sandwich.

“Next question.” He looked back up at you. You sighed, lifting yourself up onto a desk. You swung your legs, picking up a chip and throwing it into your mouth.

“I don’t even know if I have any siblings.” You said as he picked up his own sandwich, he stopped eyeing you warily.

“What do you mean?” He asked, setting his sandwich down and crossing his arms.

“Well from what I know my parents sold me to those so-called scientists. I only know their names from the information on my birth certificate.” You shrugged meeting his gaze. His brows furrowed as he returned his attention back to his lunch. You sat in silence for a moment. The only sound in the room was your chewing. Five cleared his throat, you perked up looking at him. He seemed lost in thought, like he was picking his next words carefully.

“I have six siblings.” He said finally, his eyes on his desk.

“Six? Jeez your parents must have been going at it nonstop.” You giggled, but he only shook his head.

“Adopted siblings, we were all adopted.” He said, picking up his own sandwich, “our father knew we were special somehow.” He shook his head slightly. “Much like your parents.” He added gesturing to you. You furrowed your brows.

“I wasn’t special before they tore me apart and put me back together again.” You said picking at the skin on your hands, he got up and walked over to you. You looked at his oxfords, perfectly shined, reflecting the led lights. He grabbed one of your hands. You looked up, surprised by his actions. He had touched you before, but not like this.

“Everyone is special.” He said matter of factly, “You don’t have to have powers to change the fate of the universe.” He said his expression soft, his green eyes peering into yours. “Hell, my sister Vanya doesn’t have any powers, and she’s the best of us.” He chuckled, running his thumb over your knuckles before pulling away. Your heart sped up, drumming in your ears. He returned to his desk, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. That was the moment you fell for him.

It was hard to pinpoint the moment he fell for you. Everything about you enticed him, he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it. The way you laughed, deep and hearty, throwing your head back.

The way you took the time to truly understand him, even if he didn’t deserve it.

He could finally understand Klaus, he became addicted to you. He lived for the next hit. Nothing could touch you, alcohol didn’t come close.

You were all encompassing.

He didn’t think he could love again after Delores. He didn’t think he wanted to. At first it felt like a betrayal as you stole his heart, like a thief in the night.

It infuriated him. You infuriated him. He tried being cold to you, but every time your smile fell he would find himself apologizing. He didn’t fall in love with you in an instant, his love took time. Like the way he started meaning it when he called you ‘tesoro’ instead of it being a tease.

“What does that mean?” You asked one day, walking down the halls of the commission. He stopped, you walked past him turning to lean on the wall in front of him. You crossed one foot in front of the other in that certain way you always did.

“What does what mean?” He asked, feigning ignorance.

“Tesoro, you always call me tesoro. I want to make sure you’re not calling me a bitch or something.” You giggled, shaking your head as you looked down at your shoes. It was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him. He felt caught, like when his father had caught him in his study.

“It doesn’t mean bitch.” He wrinkled his nose trying to walk past you. Get away from the conversation and hope you forgot you asked.

You stopped him, your warm hand pushing him back.

“You aren’t getting out of this that easily.” You teased, he gulped peering down the hall. You were alone.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled straightening his jacket.

“Huh?” You asked, cocking your head.

“Tesoro means sweetheart-“

“No, no I heard that.” You clarified a grin working its way onto your lips.

“Oh I hate that smile.” He loved that smile.

“You actually like me Number Five.” You grinned, that mischievous glint in your eye.

“I tolerate you, let’s put it that way.” He said stalking away from you. You had to run to catch up to him.

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.” You put your hands up in surrender matching his stride. That damned smile beaming up at him.

The moment neither of you could deny your feelings anymore was an entirely different situation. This was months after the incident you had shared in a rather small hotel room with only one bed. Sure he had been fighting his feelings since that fateful night. Partners could fuck every once and awhile without developing feelings right? Now you were running down an alley, chasing a nasty fellow named Oliver Nicholson. This man, if you could even call him that, had been holding human fight clubs, but unfortunately for the fighters it wasn’t voluntary. Kidnapping people off the streets for these illegal rounds. If he were to continue his so-called ‘cock fights’ he could alter the timeline permanently. So here you were, running full speed ahead, briefcase in one hand and a revolver in another. Unfortunately, Oliver turned sharply down a corner, which put him in a bit of a blind spot. Five blinked after him, disappearing from your line of sight. You sighed picking up your pace, sometimes you hated your partner's power. The danger he put himself in with no means of back up drove you crazy. Just as you predicted he didn’t know that he was jumping into a fight he wasn’t prepared for. He was immediately tackled by some hired men, they punched him in the face. Hot liquid started to run from his nose, not liquid he reminded himself, it was blood. His vision was fuzzy and the ringing in his ears was all encompassing.

“Five!” You yelled he turned his head slightly to see you, the look of pure rage on your face still gives him chills to this day. You made quick work of ending those SOB’s lives. You shot the one on top of Five. The man slumped against him, his blood spattering onto his face. Five pushed him off jumping back into the fray.

Once all the men were either knocked unconscious or dead, you rushed over to him. You took his face in your hands, tsking at his bloody face.

“What happened to staying together?” You asked, pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket, wiping away any blood, “Hold this.” You ordered, he held the handkerchief to his bleeding nose. You stepped back crossing your arms, “You scared me half to death.” You huffed, biting your lip, avoiding his gaze. The damp pavement was the perfect backdrop for the lights to reflect onto your face. Your beautiful face. He tried blaming the pounding in his chest on the adrenaline running through his veins. You wiped away at a tear and his heart seized in his chest.

It was like his body was moving without his knowledge, he stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket, his hands reaching out to you. One wrapped around your waist while the other came up the back of your neck. He crashed his lips against yours, you let out a small squeak. You were frozen, your brain short circuiting. He pulled away looking at you for permission, or for any sign of rejection. You grabbed at him, pulling his face back to yours. It was messy, his blood now on both of your faces, teeth clashing, both of you taking each other in like oxygen. It was perfect. Kissing Five was like taking a hit and he was entirely too addictive.

“Was that ok?” He pulled away out of breath, his hard exterior came crashing down around you both. He rested his forehead against yours, his hands held your waist. You smiled looking into his eyes, his expression reminded you of that fateful night in the hotel room.

“More than ok.” You giggled, your hand coming up to rest on his neck. He chuckled grinning, he studied your face. Taking in every freckle, line and blemish. You were the most amazing piece of art he had ever seen. “Come on mister, let’s get out of here.” You took his hand, opening the briefcase.

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #five x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending #light angst #mutual pining #hargreeves #tesoro #hihomeghere

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mysteryshoptls · 2 months

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SR Ortho Shroud - New Year's Attire Voice Lines

New Year's Attire Ortho does not have a vignette.

Summon Line: Happy New Year! How about we set up some plans together to make this an awesome year? Stuff like club activities, studies, and fun experiences!

Groooovy!!: I've determined the proper entry angle and release point for the ＫＯＭＡ. Power output adjustment complete. Come on, let's have a fair match!

Home: Initiating customer service mode!

Home Idle 1: I hear that the sound of frost crunching under your feet is a good stress reliever. Maybe I should use my walking function once in a while.

Home Idle 2: My brother gets really busy around this time of year. That's because all of the games he plays all have their New Year's events ongoing.

Home Idle 3: How in the world can he remember the face of every single person who enters the store...? Rook-san isn't a humanoid, right?

Home Idle - Login: A new year means a fresh start! In the past that was a pretty foreign concept for me, but I think I understand it a bit better now.

Home Idle - Groovy: Both my dorm and back home we use magic and robots to regularly clean everything efficiently. I've never had the chance to really have a proper cleaning session, myself.

Home Tap 1: What do you think about this new gear I received for this job? All the customers like how the design is inspired from a more Eastern attire!

Home Tap 2: I wonder why Trey-san always wants to work in the back? Even though he looks so good in his outfit!

Home Tap 3: Looks like Jade-san is giving his recommendations to all the customers on what they should buy. Sounds like some people are scared that he knows their interests, for some reason.

Home Tap 4: Have you finished your holiday homework? If not, you should come pay our dorm a visit. We have these special booths that can be used to help you concentrate on your studies.

Home Tap 5: You don't know how to use the item you bought from the shop? You can leave it to me. I've installed all the necessary user manuals installed.

Home Tap - Groovy: Stoooop! Before you touch me, you should use this static electricity removal sheet. That way, neither one of us suffers a shock, see?

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ortho shroud #twst ortho #twst translation #twst new years #mention: idia #mention: rook #mention: trey #mention: jade

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reallyromealone · 8 months

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So this is a rough idea of a thing I'm working on

Cat reader with the yamazawa family

Reader has a funky quirk where he's like a void and stretches around and looks like hes being viewed from 3d glasses

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The yamazawa family was... Interesting.

A mix match family that loved one another deeply, even their cat was... peculiar.

A little black lump on the couch, fur looking like a viscous liquid and the cat looked like he was being viewed from 3d glasses, truly something strange.

The kitten's body didn't move like a cat, the body was able to stretch like putty at will which proved to be a hassle when it came to treat time. "He's out cold..." Hizashi mumbled at the little lump that let out a little snort like snoring "he's so peaceful..." Aizawa said grabbing the fabric cat carrier, it was time to move to the dorms and little (name) was a tricky one to travel with as his body was well... That.

Gently lifting the void and holding him like he was a liquid, they weren't making the mistake of holding him like a normal cat as his body tended to stretch when lifted like that.

"There we go..." Shota said gently placing him in his carrier, his favorite blanket and a toy he enjoyed in there along with a few treats and slowly Zipped it up "ok I think we can go" the movers getting started as the family got the importants in the car, Eri in her car seat and Shinsou on the other backseat with (name)s carrier in the middle, the little lump still snoozing away "good job tiring him out Eri" Shinsou commented and the six year old beamed "he really likes laser pointers!"

Shinsou was excited to be in the dorms, his dad's and sister in the teachers dorms with (name) who had woken up and was less than thrilled, having to wear his special collar that his quirk couldn't void out.

Though his dad's were worried about their cat meeting Nedzu, they knew their cat was smarter than average and worried about the kitten being currupted by the rat overlord.

(Name) looked around curiously at his new surroundings, tentatively stepping out and giving a big stretch "(name)!" The smallest human he recently learned was named "unicorn" seemed excited that he was awake as the other two humans turned to look at him "hi smelly boy" the yellow one said softly and reached out to (name) "this is our new home! So let's go look around" (name) did little steps out and wandered around to investigate "SHOU!" A voice yelled out from the other side of the front door, poor (name)s body turning static from shock and body stretched into a dramatic stretch pose before darting.

"Nem you scared our cat!" Shouta opened the door and the spectacled teacher walked in "hi Eri!" She said to the little girl who waved shyly back "I never got to meet the little kitty!" She said and locked eyes with the kitten behind the coffee table whose "fur" was static looking as he was hesitant of the new human who cooed at him "he's so... Unique!" She said going to lift the kitten but only his torso lifted, his legs stretching and feet planted on the ground "he's particular with who lifts him" Shouta said and Eri giggled at the kittens antics.

"Hes cold" she said simply and looked at them "he's got a funky quirk, Nedzu is actually quite excited to meet him" Hizashi said and he wasn't sure if it was good or bad thing considering Nedzu being... Well him.

(Name) trotted the halls of U.A curiously, the little void cat having gotten out of the teachers dorms and went on an adventure of sorts "is that a cat?" A student asked another student but (name) payed no mind.

"My my, I wasn't expecting to meet you like this"

(Name) wasn't very smart, smarter than a cat but he was still a kitten "would you like some tea?"

"Tea?" (Name) chirped confused and Nedzu smiled "yes little one, tea" (name) looked startled at the....big cat? Yeah that was a cat for sure.

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #male reader #aizawa x male reader #yamada x reader #cat reader #cat male reader #wip

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vixezn · 11 months

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Yandere Wally Darling hypnotizes his loved one with his eyes to make them happy + want to stay with him + play with all his friends... And Home has hypnotic eyes as well! @_@

OOO! I love this idea so much!! I tried to make it a little dark, but your probably won’t notice it 😋

🌀 - Wally remembers the day you two first met like it was yesterday! You were watching his TV show for the first time, after you saw a friend mention it!

🌀 - Now, he should’ve been concerned how someone who was at least a teenager, or older, was watching a children’s show, but he couldn’t help but be captured by your presence!

🌀 - You looked so unique! And he could tell that he was your favorite character!

🌀 - So, he devised a plan! A simple one that would make you want to join them in their world! Only with a little bit of manipulation.

🌀 - And he was ecstatic when he saw you turn on the channel again! Great! This was his chance!

🌀 - After you got settled in, you noticed how Wally’s eyes were set on the camera. No worries! Your friend told you that he loved to make eye contact with the camera!

🌀 - But as time grew on in the episode, you noticed how he only stared at the camera, like he was staring at you. At the end of the episode, he turned to face it.

🌀 - “And this is a special shout-out to one of our very precious viewers, [Y/n]!”

🌀 - You were taken aback. Did he just say your name?

🌀 - “Hi, [Y/n]! I believe that you’re the only one allowed to see this message, which is great!”

🌀 - You stared at your TV in shock! You noticed how the background behind him changed into a spiral… Going round and round…

🌀 - Wally only smiled. “Just stare at the spiral, [Y/n]. You’re getting sleepy.”

🌀 - He… He was right, you were sleepy! How did he know? As you closed your eyes, you felt the static of the TV get louder… and louder… and louder… and louder, and louder, and louder, and louder and louder and louder and louder and louder and louder AND LOUDER ANDLOUDERANDLOIDERANDLOUDERANDLOUDERANDLOUDERANDLOUDERANDLOUDERANDLOUDERANDLOUDERANDLOUDERAND-

🌀 - You woke up, somewhere, that wasn’t your room. And you had this urge to play with Wally and his friends.

🌀 - After that event, you loved hanging out with your new friends! But you liked hanging out with Wally the most!

🌀 - You both loved painting each other, while his was in excruciatingly a little more detail than yours, you preferred a more fun and easygoing style!

🌀 - You kept a painting or two of him in your living room, it just adds to the design!

🌀 - Wally on the other hand, had a whole room dedicated to you. You and only you.

🌀 - For some reason, you couldn’t remember anything that happened before you woke up in your room!

🌀 - You tried asking Home, but one look into his eyes and you wanted to go paint with Wally! Oh, or maybe go jump roping with Julie? No, no, just Wally.

🌀 - Just… Wally.

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