#<- guess who found out the cartoon gave her an actual name <3

[seesboy]

you could probably say there's a rose colored glasses situation here. not in a red flag way though it's in a "the best friend you're pining over is literally just chewbacca playing basketball" way

[anjuschiffer]

[Mutuals]

Some more self-indulgent writing! Mainly because of a post @zestyzealot reblogged a while back and inspired this piece. 

(This is the post I’m referring to!)

Enjoy!

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P.Tag: @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life @toodaloo-kangaroo @elijahcrevan

Tag: @polyvirnl

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Context: There’s no miraculouses. None. Nada. But the Bats still exist. Marinette uses her time to expand her brand MDC

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AO3

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Marinette huffed as she placed the last crystal bead onto the hem of the black skirt in her hands. 

Bringing it to eye level, a wide smile graced her lips, a smile breaking as Marinette giggled to herself as she watched her vision become reality.

Finally! After four long and exhausting days, it was done. When she started on Monday night, Marinette wondered if this project would get in the way of her weekly sleepover with Alya. Thank God it didn’t.

Placing the skirt on her bed, Marinette smiled as she took a picture of her latest piece for her new collection: 12 o’ clock.

That’s when the hatch on her floor opened up with a creak, Marinette watching as her father poked his head into her room. Why was he here?

“Marinette, there’s someone here looking for you.” He said, giving a side glance down below. “Please tell me he’s just a school friend and not another boy you asked to model for you.”

“Dad, I already told you, Luka is Juleka’s older brother, he- wait, he? It’s not Alya?” Marinette asked, wondering where her best friend was at. 

Yes, Alya gave her a heads up that she was running late for their sleepover, but she wasn’t downstairs yet? And her father had said ‘he’ instead of a guy friend’s name, so… who exactly was waiting for her downstairs? 

Because despite only saying the name once, her father tended to commit to memory the names of all of her male friends. “What does he look like?” 

“Well, he’s a bit on the short side,” Tom started, “has green eyes, tanned, wearing a turtleneck with some of those suit pants-”

“Slacks.” Marinette helped.

“Those,” Tom corrected himself, “and he has a dog with him.” Tom ended, watching as Marinette mumbled to herself.

Marinette didn’t know anyone with a dog, nonetheless with that type of fashion, causing Marinette to start pacing around her room, racking up some idea as to who it was that was in the living room. “He called the dog Titus, if memory serves me correctly. Or if I heard correctly for that matter.”

That caused Mari to stop in her tracks.

A turtleneck with slacks, a Great Dane named Titus, tanned skin...emerald eyes.

“No. Way.” Marinette quickly motioned her father to go down the ladder, quickly following him into the living room, her eyes widening upon seeing her theory be true.

There, standing inside the Dupain-Cheng living room was Damian Wayne with his dog, Titus.

“Took you long enough.” Damian said, adjusting the duffel bag on his shoulder. Titus wagged his tail as he saw his boy open the bag and give him his toy. 

Just then, the door swung open, Alya panting as she dropped to the floor as soon as she walked in.

“Girl, you wouldn’t believe who I just saw! There, as soon as I turned the corner of where I lived, I saw the Damian Wayne with his dog, and- why is he in your living room?” 

“Seeing as you finally caught up,” Damian said, walking over to Alya, handing her a heavy plastic bag. “Take care of Titus while we’re out.”

“We?” “We?” “We?!”  Alya, Tom and Marinette spoke at the same time, although Marinette’s came out as a squeak.

“Did you forget what you told me?” Damian waved his phone that was in his hand. Marinette watched as he showed her a tweet...her tweet in particular, Marinette now going into a state of panic. “You invited me to egg-” Marinette screamed, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she lowered his phone and dragged him out the apartment, leaving behind a confused Tom and a giddy Alya. 

———

“You actually read that?” Marinette asked once more, covering her cheeks as they walked towards the park square. 

“I did.” Damian hummed as he adjusted the egg cartoons under his arm, a dangerous twinkle in his emerald eyes. 

Marinette let out a silent screech, confusing Damian. “Did you think I wouldn’t read it?” When he saw her nod, he sighed. “I read every comment left under any post I write. Sure, I don’t respond to any of them, but your comment… seemed… interesting.”

Marinette wanted to disappear into a black hole. Damian actually read that stupid comment she had left under his post. 

It was a post from earlier that week - a picture Damian had uploaded from the recent animal shelter he was volunteering at (as well as funding). 

Another post about an animal up for adoption, this time, a hamster named Louis. 

Marinette was scrolling through the comments under the post after retweeting it, when a particular one caught her attention.

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<3 ACNH is Life <3 @eliza_beth 

Replying to @Real_BloodSon I have a pet chicken and just wanted to ask if the candle method is a good method to check for egg development.  If so, then are they safe to eat? If not, what’s a better method?

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Everyone knew Damian loved to offer help when it came to animals -as it was no secret- but something stupid inside of Marinette thought she should do the only logical thing in her mind.

She commented on it.

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Deadlines Are Approaching @a_mari_not_bug

Replying to @eliza_beth and @Real_BloodSon If it turns out that it is a good method, can I have some eggs? I’ve been wanting to egg someone's house as of late. @Real_BloodSon care to join?

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Marinette didn’t think he would actually read it, let alone actually come. Wait…

Damian lives in the US, not France, unlike her. 

So how did he know where she lived, let alone reside?

“How did you know where I live?” Marinette asked, realizing they were finally at the park, right across from the targeted house, not even realizing that she had brought him over to the house in question.

Damian blinked, setting the cartons down onto the bench.

“Tsurugi told me.”

“You know Tsurugi. As in Kagami Tsurugi?” Marinette asked, wondering where he had met her friend. 

Damian nodded.

“We met during the semifinals for the international fencing competition.” 

Oh. So that’s how they knew each other. 

Damian let a smirk grace his lips. “Obviously, I won.” 

Marinette simply looked at him in awe, causing Damian’s ego to soar more. Of course, that didn’t overcome the other feeling he had inside his chest.

After all, there was no way he was going to tell her that he has been following her account for quite a while. 

So using the amounts of aesthetic pictures, selfies, bakery promos and mini photo shoots, it didn’t take long for Damian to pinpoint where she lived. 

That’s not following Damian. It’s called stalking. 

Okay Drake, but in his defense:

1- it was his side account that he uses for his own personal interests.

Damian didn’t exactly like having thousands of people following him because he was a Wayne. He wanted to be followed for being Damian. 

2- he had been following her for quite a while.

Two solid years to be exact. 

After exchanging social media accounts with Kagami, Marinette was one of the few people Twitter recommended to follow.

Marinette peaked his curiosity when Kagami mentioned Marinette being the person behind her “lucky” fencing bag. (Although, she didn’t want to admit that she used it as a luck charm.) It was an all black duffel bag, enchanting golden embroidery that collected to a single dragon. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Kagami had provided. A girl in her grade from her school in France, who designed the most intricate designs Damian had seen. (Yes, he has seen all of her sketches and final products of the things she had designed…yes it did involve scrolling through her photos and accidentally liking all of them as he went…)

3- it was too late to press that “follow” button when he already kinda didn’t do it as soon as she followed his own account. 

When he finally noticed that she did already follow him, he didn’t know what to do. Should he follow her back? 

“Not yet.” Dick had told him. But just how long did he have to wait? He was stupid for listening to Dick’s advice and he definitely wasn’t going to follow her back now. Or should he?

“So,” Marinette started again, looking around the area, scanning to see that no one saw them. “Have you ever done this before?”

“As in egging a house?” Damian watched as Marinette nodded, wondering if this was her first time doing this. “No, but it shouldn’t be any different than throwing snowballs.” Damian compared, remembering last year’s winter. 

Jon had managed to convince the Wayne’s and the Kent’s to do a snowball fight. 

The Wayne’s obviously won. 

“Guess you have a point.” Marinette replied, attempting to vision Damian’s analogy. She picked up an egg and looked at it and then at the window of the person who had been causing her turmoil these past few days. “Are you… are you sure you want to go with this?”

“Aren’t you?” Damian asked, awaiting Marinette’s signal. He had perfectly balanced a dozen eggs into the nook of his arm, one being juggled in his other hand. 

He was ready and from the twinkle in his eyes, eager to throw. 

Marinette found herself smiling, letting out a laugh as she grabbed a few eggs herself and balanced them in her hand. 

“Between you and I, I've been dreaming of doing this for the longest.” Marinette said with the biggest grin Damian had seen her with that night. “Ready?”

“Always.” Damian replied, mirroring her grin as the two looked at the target, Marinette throwing the first attack.

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Bonus: 

Marinette hummed as she doodled in her sketchbook, her mind wandering to last night’s events. 

She hadn’t known how much stress she had built up thanks to Lila and her constant need to be the attention of everything. 

The messes Marinette had to clean up due to Lila causing disorder during class and after class, all because of Lila and her gazillion and one ‘medical’ problems.

Marinette didn’t realize how emerged she was towards throwing eggs -with great accuracy- towards Lila’s bedroom window until she threw her last egg.

She remembered how satisfying it was to have thrown all of those eggs at the window, that glee when Damian smiled at her. 

How happy she was when Damian complimented her for her graceful and precise throws despite the low lightning of the park lights. 

Marinette placed her pencil down as she finished adding some last minute touches to the coat she had finished designing when Alya slammed her hands in front of her. Marinette quickly looked up at her friend, tilting her head when she was met with twinkling eyes.

“Did you hear what happened to Lila last night?” Alya whispered, causing Marinette to quickly tense. 

“N-no? What happened?” Marinette asked, closing her sketchbook. 

“Her house got egged. Well, her bedroom window did.” Alya corrected herself, watching as Marinette let out a gasp.

“No way! Poor Lila.” Marinette looked over to Lila, watching as she was surrounded by their classmates to gather to listen to her woeful story. “Who would ever do such a thing?”

“Beats me.” Alya said, looking at Marinette, a faint smile on her lips. “You and Damian wouldn’t happen to have been involved-”

“Us?” Marinette instigated, causing Alya to lean forward. “You think Damian and I would do something that stupid and not think of the consequences that awaited us? No way.” Marinette denied, causing Alya to sigh.

“Should’ve known you wouldn’t be up to it. Only you would step down after overthinking about the consequences.” Alya said as she patted her head before taking a few steps from Marinette. “Not like anyone would know who it was since the security cameras of the area seemed to have gone off at that time, strangely enough. Maybe if I hear what Lila has to say about the event, I’ll get some hints as to who it was.”

With that, Alya left to go and listen to Lila, leaving Marinette by herself.

Finally alone, Marinette let out a sigh, feeling her back relax. She felt as a smile rose to her face. 

Giddily, she took out her phone to send Damian a text when a Twitter notification caught her attention. 

She quickly checked it, her smile growing even more. She went back to sending Damian a text.

You bugged the cameras last night?

Damian: A necessary precaution. 

Marinette giggled at his response.

Also, I saw you started following me. Now we’re mutuals! 

Damian liked your message.

Damian: It was only a matter of time, seeing as we egged your enemy’s home.

More like someone I dislike.

Damian: Same thing. 

Damian: Query. Would you like to join Titus and I for a walk at the park? 

Sure! Class ends at 3. Meet you then?

Damian: Titus and I would await you then.

Marinette grinned as she placed her phone away as the school bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. 

She couldn’t wait to spend time with her newfound friend! Who knows what mischief awaited the two!

[luckyblackcloverrr]

The Black Bulls and their bullshit in the modern time: jobs I guess – Part. 3

Finally the last part is done! Thanks for following the short series of my cursed imagination until now. Here's more headcanons that weren't supposed to be headcanons :D. I made them a little longer than the previous parts, and I hope you all enjoy the mess that is Charmy's restaurant!

Magna Swing

works at the counter in Charmy’s restaurant

nobody knows how he got that job when he shows up to work looking like a teen delinquent going through puberty

keeps his sunglasses on even in indoors

had to learn how to use the cashier machine for the first time

accidentally repeated the order with the machine too many times and the total came out to a four-digit number

the customer got a discount in the end

there was one time when the machine malfunctioned and they thought they had to buy a new one

Magna came in and gave the thing a big smack, and it miraculously started to work again

Noelle gave him the title 'God of Fixing Things Through Abuse', shortened to 'FTTA God'

and now everybody at work refers to him with that title

he doesn’t like it because he’d rather be referred to as something cooler, but he lets them call him that anyway

has very short temper, will not hesitate to call out rude customers

someone once made an offhanded comment about Secré who was too busy to care and he went OFF

both Noelle and Secré had to work together to calm him down when he threatened to fight them outside of the restaurant

wanted to help out in the kitchen because he thinks he has a “thing” with fire, and Charmy let him try when working hours were over

proceeded to set the whole kitchen on fire and from then on Charmy forbade him from going into the kitchen ever again

convinced Charmy to buy a TV and put it in the restaurant so that he can watch baseball games when working

but he once switched the channel to a cartoon show and lost the remote

now he’s forever stuck on watching Miraculous Ladybug

Luck Voltia

King of Working Part Time Jobs™

works at every single shop known to date and jumps between each shop from time to time

sometimes he’ll be in the boutique:

running around the whole store to help customers look for their needed items because he didn’t memorise where each section was

and proceeds to mess up the folded clothes and now Henry has to fold them again

sometimes he’ll be in the restaurant:

ordering and serving the customers their food, even though he doesn’t remember which order belongs to which table

and also cleaning the tables when the customers finish eating

but it’s the best thing he can do there because absolutely no one trusts him in working in the kitchen

and sometimes he’ll be in the café:

bringing out coffee and dessert orders during rush hour because the others are too busy taking orders and making them

and when the shop clears up after a while he spends time watching Finral and Grey brew the drinks

the other bulls wonder how he hasn’t been fired from any of his jobs yet

but that’s because he surprisingly does well for the roles he was assigned to (and extremely fast too)

the only time he has messed up was when he ran too fast when serving food and he tripped and it spilled all over the place

and he went “oops! hahaha ;P”

Magna watching from the counter: i’m gonna kill him

stole the TV remote from Magna when he wasn’t looking and brought it to the boutique so he couldn’t switch channels

always competes with Magna on who can earn the most money

and it somehow always ends in a draw because Secré earns the most out of all of them

Secré Swallowtail

waitress at Charmy’s restaurant pt. 1

was dragged into working there, doesn’t even know why she’s doing it in the first place

but she works well, and store would have fallen apart if she wasn’t there

unanimously voted Employee of the Month every month

takes part in everything; including cleaning, serving, making drinks, settling payments, calming down crying children, calming down a hyper Luck

you name it, and she probably does it or has done it before for the sake of the restaurant

unlike Noelle and Magna, she's extremely unbothered

doesn’t matter if there’s someone being rude or causing a ruckus, she shrugs it off like it’s nothing and just moves on

she’s focused on doing her job and her job only

will only take action if she is touched physically or if other customers are visibly bothered

was the person who consoled Magna when he found out the TV remote went missing

but didn’t tell him that he could actually switch the channels without using the remote

death stares everyone to work when they are slacking off

the person who forced everyone into practicing fire drills in case of emergencies

hums the opening of Miraculous Ladybug because she has heard it playing too much from the speakers

and also because Magna screams the words of the song every time the show airs

is secretly thankful for Luck whenever he visits for his part-time shift

because he picked up the mechanisms of the restaurant SUPER FAST, and things run surprisingly much smoother with him around

lets Noelle style her hair whenever they have free time

ends up looking like a chicken because Noelle has no prior experience in hairstyling despite showing interest in it

and also because she used too much hair spray

Noella Silva

waitress at Charmy’s restaurant pt. 2

claims that she is too high class for this job

but next thing you know she’s putting on her customer service voice when ordering and serving food

took awhile to learn how to work in a restaurant

she couldn't hold the food tray and walk at the same time

and she kept serving the dishes to the wrong table

blamed it on the customers for confusing her, and Secré showed up afterwards to apologise for her behaviour

definitely had 'How to become a Waitress 101' lessons with Secré

takes absolutely no shit from anyone

doesn’t matter how much authority they have around the area, she will not hesitate to kick them out if they don’t treat others properly

would probably spill water on a customer and blame it on the customer for being in the way

becomes more diligent whenever Asta brings the children he's babysitting to the restaurant

also keeps tabs on his table just in case anyone starts to hit on him

rich, but doesn't take it for granted

because she doesn't understand the importance of money and how much she actually has

treats everyone to ice cream, especially on hot days

sometimes pays for the restaurant's bills because she insists

Magna always complains about her flexing her wealth

he shuts up when he gets the ice cream though

claims that she has absolutely no interest in cartoons and thinks they are childish

but is the person who sits at an empty table complaining about how dense the characters in Miraculous Ladybug are when it isn't rush hour

accidentally set off the fire alarm once

because she got scared when lighting a match and threw the lit match at Magna

payed for his motorcycle repair as an apology

Charmy Pappitson

owner of the most popular restaurant downtown

customers ask for her autograph and a photo with her sometimes

a very talented chef that everybody appreciates and respects

a cute, smiley person when greeting new customers and always keeps up with regulars

offers the most amazing dishes for a very reasonable price

whenever she has the time, she steps out of the kitchen to chat with the customers about food and check up on the other bulls (just in case)

but when it comes to the kitchen OHOHO

she gets VERY serious about cooking

in dire situations, she’ll stay cooped up in the kitchen and won’t come out until she has made the perfect dish

has several other chefs cooking in there with her, but no one has ever met them before

though the food comes out good so nobody questions it

does not trust any of the black bulls to cook food after Magna set the kitchen on fire

there is a framed photo of her hung up in the restaurant where everyone can see it

whenever she’s serving food, she has to hold back from eating it all

Secre and Noelle are her impulse controllers, if not the food will never make it to the customers’ table

makes desserts as a hobby and gives them to the customers for free sometimes as service

also donates some food to the local church every month, and offers more if she sees Marie

once dropped a freshly baked cupcake and cried about it for 2 hours

forgets to pay the workers sometimes

weekly gatherings with all the Black Bulls happen at Charmy’s restaurant

that time is usually when she tries new recipes and ask for everyone’s opinions

literally a whole party goes down every week at her place

there are noise complaints every time, but she ignores them because Finral is probably already apologizing for them

Parts - 1 | 2 | 3

[gotmilk5101520]

Trollhunters Book (2015) the weird book that would be the start of Tales of Arcadia

Trollhunters book. Read it and... what was all that?

Some spoilers below the cut.

So many things were different from the series we know and watch. It has a lot of horror and it was suppose to be a live action series adaptation of the book (Hey, Hollywood, if you want to do a live action remake of Trollhunters then just base it on the book. We already have the cartoon don’t want you ruining it like Rise of the Titans did) There were a lot of differences from the show i know, but it also had somethings that would be told differently from the book.

Instead of his mom, Jim lives with his dad James “Jim” Sturges Sr (And Jim’s last name isn’t Lake but Sturges which is actually important) who is a paranoid and traumatized man after losing his brother Jack Sturges in 1969 under a bridge and seeing some monster. Oh, and everyone lives in San Bernardino not Arcadia Oaks (So i guess it’s Trollhunters: Tales of San Bernardino?) And Barbara was the one that walked out (The book never gave Jim’s mom a name, but going with the series i chose to still call her Barbara) Oh, and Jim’s dad invented the Excalibur Calculator Pocket (Jim wielding Excalibur was foreshadowed as far as the book)

Jim is short. Like really short. Claire is taller than him (Okay am i the only bugged by that? Why didn’t the series let Claire be taller than Jim? Where are the aus where Claire is taller than Jim?) Tobias is called Tubby or Tub not Toby, and he’s Jewish, and he still lives with his grandma (The book doesn’t call her Nana) Claire is Scottish, apparently her birthday is May 2nd which is a day after Jim’s (Which is May 1st, but the series changed his birthday to October 10th) and her baby brother Enrique doesn’t exist in the book.

Steve is still Steve just more brutal and can get away with everything, his last name is Jorgensen-Warner, and is a Changeling (Though the show was going to make Steve a Changeling like in the book. But they changed their minds, as shown in episode 7 To Catch a Changeling, and his troll form was reworked into Draal. Now i have to wonder if Changeling Steve would’ve been better than what happened to him in the movie)

Blinky is an octopus like troll, with eight eyes (Four of them are blind) Aaarrrgghh is a female here with black fur. Gunmar the Black is red even though they call him the Black (I guess Gunmar the Red didn’t sound good) And the history of trolls is very different from the show. Also Killahead Bridge is called Killaheed Bridge.

The school actually has more teachers than the three in the show (Coach Lawrence still exists in the book) There is: Principal Cole, Miss Pinkton the math teacher, Miss Leach the drama teacher (Miss Leach probably later became Miss Janeth in the show) Senor Uhl doesn’t exist in the book. There are other characters like Professor Lempke (Someone i’m gonna talk more about later) Tubby’s dentist is named Dr. Papadapolous and not Dr. Muelas (Or as i like to call him. Guillermo Del Toro the Dentist) Sergeant Ben Gulager (Probably later became Officer Brennan)

There are different types of trolls like Nullhullers, who can vomit out all of their organs save their hearts to become faster. If i had to learn about this, you should suffer too. But i won’t say how Changelings replace their baby counterparts. It’s something you have to read yourself but it’s really really disturbing.

The Amulet of Daylight isn’t called that, and the Amulet is a Medallion that translates troll (So it doesn’t give you a suit of armor, or gives you a sword to fight trolls) The Trollhunters are different too. It’s the Amulet of Daylight that picks a troll to become the Trollhunter, with Jim being the first human Trollhunter. That is not the case here in the book. The Trollhunters were always humans and they fought the trolls that kept eating them. The Sturges are one of the family of Trollhunters, and towards the end of the book it’s revealed Claire is one too. And Merlin and Morgana have nothing to do with the book.

Jack Sturges was an interesting character to me and it makes me mad that he was one of the characters that wasn’t in the show. Hey i’m just saying, they could’ve made him be Barbara’s missing old brother if they didn’t want James in the series.

There were moments from characters that i always found strange and surprised the book didn’t confirm that.

Starting with Steve not Palchuk but instead Jorgensen-Warner. Now the book reveals he’s a Changeling cause Tub touched him with a horseshoe and Claire kills him. Some of Jim’s classmates would be among the kids that begins to disappear. And then later Claire gets taken as well. The book never confirms or denies it, but i believe Steve was the reason Claire and some of his classmates were taken. I say this cause when Claire tells Steve off (Which by the way was an awesome scene and i think she also Rule Number 3 him) and he walks away angry and then later she gets kidnapped. I found that weird and too convenient. And now that i’m thinking about it. Steve was bullying Jim and Tub before Claire tells him off. Thinking about it i think if Claire didn’t interfered then Steve would’ve picked Jim and/or Tub to get eaten by Gunmar. But that’s just my headcanon.

Another character i want to talk about is Professor Lempke, who i feel was split into two characters in the show, Strickler and Nomura. Lempke is an arrogant man who is also working to restore the Killaheed Bridge. Doesn’t that familiar? The book never confirms it, but it’s possible that Lempke was a Changeling too and was restoring Killaheed for Gunmar. Why else would he talk about how great the bridge is and went through all the trouble to get it to San Bernardino? And when Gunmar was freed and fighting, Lempke, as Jim said, was overjoyed at the battle and then after the battle Lempke disappeared. That last one honestly seemed like a sequel hook.

Given how somethings were i feel like, if Tales of Arcadia didn’t happen, then the book would’ve become a series. Trollhunters was from Jim’s point of view, and i feel like if we got the book series instead of the cartoon, then there could’ve been spin off books sequels and prequel. Maybe Trollhunters spin offs one from Tub’s point of view and one from Claire’s point of view, Trollhunters prequel on Jack when he was taken, Trollhunters sequels that may had them dealing with Lempke and possible other enemies and finding other Trollhunters. Who knows.

But all and all. The book was a good read and it really shows what would influence the show. Truth by told reading the book made me lose my appetite for a while.

[itacats]

Summary: You were lying in the sun, on your journey to feel the world again, a certain ace and captain wants to help.

Character(s): Ushijima; GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.15k

Warnings: mentions of feeling numb and not feeling emotionally connected to the world, like one (1) or two (2) curses.

A/N: I decided to read some of my old writing from high school and realized how much I was emotionally disconnected from the world, so I wrote up this little piece if not as a way to comfort past me.

The sun. You’d been sitting in it for god knows how long for the soul purpose of trying to feel again. Sitting in the rays of heat that had traveled an extraordinarily long way to reach you. It was something that your therapist had recommended you try after you had coldly told her how tired you were of not feeling anything. Not happy or sad, not even angry about the ordeal- just numb. Now here you were effortlessly balancing on a thick cement wall on a lesser used walkway near your house. Elevated just high enough to not be a nuisance to others and vice versa, but also not too high to where if you happened to fall off the edge the most you’d get would be a bruise here and there.

Repositioning yourself to lie comfortably on the wall, you popped in one of your earbuds and closed your eyes. The comforting melodies and notes of the music that had gotten you through darker times wrapping you in a sense of calm. “This better work.” you mumbled as you let your mind begin to drift along with the music that now filled your head, and the rays of sun that warmed your skin.

The only cause for you to open your eyes should have been to change your playlist. Emphasis on ‘should have.’ No, instead a large, looming shadow had taken away the one thing you were trying so desperately to have once more at such a basic level. Peaking through one half lidded eye, heavy from lying in the sun for who knows how long, you’re met with a man you’d only seen a few times while walking through the halls and in some of your classes. The six foot something tall captain of Shiratorizawa, Ushijima Wakatoshi. 

“You’ll get a sunburn if you aren’t careful.” wow, okay- way to be blunt. The rumors that made their ways through the halls about Ushijima’s blunt and cold demeanor weren’t falling short from what you could tell. You understood that he was just trying to be considerate and inform you of what could happen, but you really weren’t in the mood to talk to him. Taking out your earbud and sitting up to excuse yourself, you noticed he was wearing the school’s exercise uniform. Of course he was. What you didn’t notice however, was the blur of red-hair dashing up behind him. “Thanks, but I-” you began, only to be cut off by a loud “Ushiwaka! Wait up!” The captain who was currently towering over you turned his head, acting as though this was an everyday occurance. “Yes, what is it Tendou?”  God, did this guy show any emotion? you thought to yourself as you jumped the small distance it was to the ground. “Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation guys, but the coach wanted me to let you know practice is cancelled tomorrow- something about a birthday I think?” Tendou huffed, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

Did he run all the way here from the school?? Almost as if Ushijima had read your thoughts, he asked the red-head the same question. A smug smile overtook Tendou’s face. “Of course! Semi bet that I wouldn’t be able to reach you within the 3 mile mark, but joke’s on him- he owes me lunch!” Pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture to send to Semi as proof he actually caught up to their captain. “Why didn’t you just text him this information if you had a phone this entire time?” You pipe up. “Well there’s no fun in that, duh. And I wouldn’t have gotten a free lunch out of it either if I did that.” Tendou stated, crossing his arms. “Wait a second, haven’t I seen you before?” The red-head questions. Great, now you had to give the entire spill of how, yes he had seen you before, you share the same mathematics and language classes with the two prized volleyball players. “Tendou,” Ushijima began, “L/N shares mathematics and language with us. I thought you knew this?” Your typical spill had been- what- stolen? No, that didn’t seem right. You weren’t sure what you were feeling, you didn’t know why you felt the way you did when you realized someone as popular and “untouchable” as Ushijima knew these details that others seemed to toss away without a second thought. And you didn’t blame them, you were too caught up in trying to keep your grades steady while not feeling anything. You weren’t concerned with whether or not people remembered you. Hell- you were starting to think you were forgetting who you were besides numb.

The sudden inhale of Tendou’s realization shook you out of your spiralling thoughts. “Ah, yes! You’re rather quiet aren’t you?” No, I’m tired, exhausted from not feeling anything. “Yeah, just not much to say I guess.” Ushijima’s phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling it out and reading what appeared to be a text. “Tendou, Semi needs you back at the gym, he needs help putting things away, and the others have either left or are busy assisting with other things. Thank you for informing me about practice tomorrow.” He states, in the same semi-serious tone, causing the red-head to turn and make his way back, but not before waving goodbye to you and Ushijima.

You begin to walk away, regretting even saying anything like that to someone like Ushijima. “Y/N, why is wanting to feel, dumb?” You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not with how his entire demeanor was. Embarrassed steps slowly halting, you turn to face him once more. “I don’t know, I-” finding the words to express your current inability to feel anything and wanting it to stop was harder when it came to people you didn’t pay to keep their mouths shut. “It’s just something I want to do again.” You were mentally pleading with the man in front of you not to press further on the matter. Ushijima opened his mouth as if to start speaking, but chose to quitely nod his head instead, accepting your simple explanation. “I’m gonna go home now, have fun with your volleyball stuff.” Giving a curt wave of your hand before making your way back home.

“May I ask you a question L/N?” Ushijima says, turning back to you, expression unchanging. “Please just call me Y/N, I’m not much a fan with honorifics and my name, but sure go ahead.” a silent sigh leaving you at the end of your sentence. You were back to feeling tired and the numbness was seeping back into your bones. “My apologies Y/N, but why are you sitting in the sun on a ledge nonetheless? You could fall and hurt yourself.” Was that concern in his voice? No, couldn’t be. That was never the case. “Do you really want to know that?” The captain and powerhouse ace of Shiratorizawa was questioning you on why you decided to lay about in the sun like a cat? “Yes. I would like to know if that’s okay with you.”  “I was-” you stop yourself, why? It wasn’t a secret to want to feel again? And what was Ushijima going to do about it? Nothing, there wasn’t anything he could do- right? Taking another breath, you start again “I was trying to feel again.” Your tone almost mimicking his- borderline monotone. You were met with silence. Normally, you’d be okay with it, but this time it was almost unbearable. Quickly starting back up again “Don’t worry about it though, it’s dumb.”

This seemed to happen more and more often. You would go lie in the sun after school, Ushijima would walk home and see you, and you two would chat. Sometimes he would bring a small gift, hoping it would ‘help you feel again,’ and everytime they would. You enjoyed the feelings you had started to experience whenever you two, and sometimes even Tendou, would hang out on the cement wall in the sun.  “Ushi?” you called out the nickname you’d given him after about a month and a half of your wall hang outs. “Yes Y/N?” “Why’d you stay?” Ushijima was quiet. Your question hung heavy in the air as your body leaned against his. “Because I wanted to help you feel.” He stated, but he was holding something back- you could tell. Even if you had an awful time expressing your emotions, it didn’t mean you couldn’t read when others weren’t showing theirs. “Is that the only reason?” Looking up at him with sleepy eyes, heavy from lounging in the sun after walking with him from the gym. A few more moments of silence followed only to be broken by an unexpectedly soft “No.” Waiting for him to continue, you sit up and face him directly. “I stayed because...because I wanted you to feel how you make me feel.” 

The next day you gave the sunshine another chance, given that your last attempt abruptly ended. You found your same spot right after school, and this time you brought sunblock just in case a certain captain decided to question you later in one of your shared classes. You dig through your bag, and realize your earbuds are nowhere to be seen amongst the loose school papers, books, and pencils. Not that you minded that sounds of the little suburban area you were at, but your music would have been preferred. You took the time to empty your head of the thoughts that raced back and forth in it. The internal commotion slowly calming down. About 30 minutes passed by before the shadow from yesterday loomed over you once again. “Y/N” Really? Again? “Ushijima, do you walk this way every day?” You say, looking up yet again at the stoic ace. “Yes, my house is just a bit further from here. Why do you ask?” Resisting the urge to smack your palm against your face, you notice the bag in his hands he didn’t have earlier in the school halls. “What’s that?” you point to the bag questioningly. “It’s for you. I asked Tendou what he thought would help with your feelings, and he suggested this-” He hands you the bag. Looking inside you notice the small fuzzy keychain of a cartoon bird. A small smile begins to replace the emotionless thin line on your lips. “I hope this helped.” He says. The keychain itself was childish, you wouldn’t buy it if you saw it in a shop, but somehow the gesture of the serious and stoic man standing before you, giving it to you- showing that he still thought of you even after you’d left. This was something you liked feeling. “It did. Thank you Ushijima.” Looking up from the keychain in your hands you could have sworn you saw a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty lacing his words. “I couldn’t stop you if I tried.” you jokingly laugh, patting the space next to you.

You were unmoving, still trying to process what he was saying. “Y/N, you make me feel things like when I’m in the middle of a game.” was Ushijima trying to make a metaphor? you thought, still processing his words. “My heart races when I think about you, it feels like electricity shoots through my body when we exchange even a simple hug, and I don’t like the way a sense of longing comes over me when I see you walk away, even if I know I’ll see you tomorrow. I asked Tendou if I should go to a doctor at first because of how much I felt��” he paused recollecting the memory, “he laughed and told me I was in love.” He finished, looking to you for any sign that he should leave, any sign showing that he misread the situation you two were in. “Ushijima, I- is that what this is?” one of your hands reaching for your chest, your heart felt as if it could burst. The once stoic face of Ushijima Wakatoshi was now replaced with that of astonishment and adoration. “Y/N if you would, would you like to go on a date with me?” Emotions over took you, voice momentarily gone as you nodded your head. “Yes, yes I would love to.” Tears welled up in your eyes, you were finally feeling again, and not only that, you were feeling the one thing you had longed for, for so long, love.

Ushijima would continue to bring you little gifts, checking in with you and your feelings. Keychains could be found on any bag or key you owned. And despite his cold, emotionless aura he gave off to the world, he was the one who helped you feel the world again.

[emy-mystory]

Unit 3: KIDSNEXTDOOR

Probably a good amount of my childhood was dedicated to watching cartoons. I did have my fair share of drama shows on Nickelodeon but the cartoon shows that were shown on Cartoon Network were always the most intriguing to me. I'm talking about Chowder, Misadventures of Flapjack, Total Drama Island, Adventure Time, Regular Show, etc. I even enjoyed watching the older cartoons that the channel would show early in the morning which included classic Looney Tunes and Tom & Jerry episodes. In fact, I've actually always have had a soft spot for older cartoons. For some reason, it gives me a sense of comforting nostalgia that I wished I had endured earlier. I currently feel the same about the older Simpsons episodes but that's not the case for this assignment.

The one cartoon that sticks with me the most was this very awesome, action-packed show called Codename: Kids Next Door.

If you have not seen at least an episode of Codename: Kids Next Door then you either did not have a TV, a great childhood, or both.

This show was so engagingly unique, that I would not mind doing a marathon of rewatching all of the episodes X2.

It was a show focused on these five friends that all lived in a rambunctious treehouse that acted as their headquarters for their sector V, Kids Next Door. Each kid is usually referred to as their number (1-5) and has a specialty that can range from smarts to fighting wit. In order to defend themselves from enemy agent sectors of teenagers and adults, they create and utilize wacky gadgets that can be made from odd materials such as bubblegum, old wood, spare tires, etc. They belong to a bigger agent organization of other sectors also filled with kids that have the same purpose. The universe of this show is so well-thought-out that it can easily become a world one kid would wish to live in. Overall, each episode consists of one goofy yet intense mission after another which leaves you with bewildering eyes while being on the edge of your seat every time.

I must admit, I have to give credit for the diversity given in this main cast. Literally, one kid is British (red) while the other Australian (orange). We have representation of POC (Black and Asian), and there's even body diversity from the heavy kid! (Blue)

I think it's pretty safe to say that almost every kid's dream was to make and live in a treehouse. Unless you have a fear of termites.

The whole show in general really did cater to kids. Whether if it was imagination fueled by the variety of weapons and missions or the distaste of teenage culture and embarrassing parents, it really was genuine to being level-headed with the perspective from a child's visionary point of view. To me, the show took on a genuine take on being made for kids.

It even covered a variety of topics that would have the affected demographic be children. But it did it in a way where it was not only creative but also obtain a more complex feature to it.  For the sake of keeping the storyline interesting while also making the lesson of the episode even more memorable for children to learn from. Whether it'd be out of reflection or relatability.

I'm talking about:

PINKEYE

(I actually related to this one because I would always get pink eye. Oddly enough, I think I had pink eye while watching this episode for the first time.)

LICE

BEING FORCEFED GRANDMA'S FOOD

A KID'S CURIOSITY OF HOW A TEENAGE GIRL'S BODY FUNCTIONS

Even though the storyline of these episodes would be rather dramatic, it still was fun to watch all the creativity unfold as a child. If anything, it helped lighten the mood of such issues with witty dialogue, ambitious fighting climaxes, and silly innocence. It gives allows children to feel relatability on certain issues they would go through in which can be whole-heartily comforting to a child's fear of getting lice or pinkeye for the first time. I know I was pretty comforted or at least felt accompanied to the pinkeye episode when I saw it for the first time. It felt cool to see some other kids going through the same thing all the while the episode takes a dramatic turn to help alleviate that common, boring topic into a story concept that's grander and intricate; something that will interest the kids. Overall, these episodes gave kids a distracting yet whimsical portrayal of life's struggles.

I would like to touch base back to the bra conversation. Basically in that episode, Number 1 and Number 2 thought BRAs stood for "Battle Ready Armor," which made them think bras were actually magical weapons to help them fight more efficiently. (I wish)

So they went to their friend's house (Number 5) who was sick at the time. While keeping up a front to "care" for their friend, they ended up sneaking into her teenage sister Cree's bedroom where they found her stash of bras.

And I'm pretty sure you can figure out how that went...

(Of course anything with bras is forbidden for children, right?)

((I really hope you can see this because this scene itself just defines the badass action sequences this show can hold))

Anyways, I wanted to point this out because it reveals also another theme that is prevalent in this show: Growing up.

As I said, this show presents agent organizations run by kids, teenagers, and adults. Well, it is actually all a tear-jerking cycle that is upheld within this universe.

The kids are kids until they are 13 where they are decommissioned and get transferred to the teenager agent organization where they stay until they are 18.

Even though this process sounds absurd, the sentimental value of it hits harder than you think...

Yes, they wipe any memories they have of being in the Kids Next Door.

This explains why teenagers can be so fierce and violent towards KND because they do not have any recollection to possess any empathy for the organization they partook in during their beloved childhood years. This heavy implication of agism can connect back to how as teenagers, we always think being a child is embarrassing. But that's probably because we barely take any consideration of all the fun that emerged in being a kid.

And of course, there are some goofy gags to this kid vs teenagers concept as well..:P

(The slapstick comedy and clever humor from both videos always gives me a giggle)

(I guess babies come from Philly...you heard the man!)

((I also want to point out how Number's 5 "knowledge" of such a provocative concept just added to her spunkiness because it implies that she's supposed to be that one friend that happens to know a lot more than you do. From that, I always thought of her as an iconic girl character whom I wished was my friend...she really did give out that Boss Girl energy))

But regarding the growing up issue brought up in the show, I can still say that topic is also relevant to me, even to this day. Especially when it came to graduating high school, going to college, trying to make a name for myself, etc. I kind of wanted to take some kind of gap year or break or SOMETHING from it all to stop myself from feeling older and proceeding to life's deeper void. But I know I should not view it that way. We should not view growing up as something so disgraceful. We, especially I, should start viewing it as a way to grow wiser, to sustain emotional strength, etc. because how else are we going to learn from life's values and struggles if we don't have the willpower to maneuver through it in the first place? How will we know we won't succeed if we don't even make an effort trying? We shouldn't let agism intimidate us with demeaning stereotypes as there is advice to be taken and lessons to be learned.

In conclusion, Codename: Kids Next Door helped kids feel known, reassured, and most of all, have fun.

[buckyodinson]

Poetry (AU!Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader)

Request based on this prompt from @ghostofthebarricade​ : I just thought of a Modern!AU Oberyn x Reader where the reader has a toddler daughter from a previous relationship who can‘t pronounce Oberyn‘s name properly so she just ends up calling him Obyn or Byn (Beaaaaaaaaan). And he ends up calling her little Bean…

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Much like the Javi fic, I’d like to preface this by saying I’ve never watched Game of Thrones, and know next to nothing about Oberyn other than what I’ve seen in Instagram edits, or other writing. Hopefully the Modern!AU worked in my favour here???

(D/N = daughter’s name)

You owned a small book store in your town, and it was there that you met Oberyn. He came in one morning, asking whether you had any poetry. You showed him to the shelves that contained the poetry you stocked, and left him there, telling him to give you a shout if he needed anything else.

You walked back to your desk, straightening a few books on the way there. Once you were sat back at your computer, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the man as he inspected the shelves. He was dressed very smartly, and seemed well-educated. He had an accent that you couldn’t quite place, but in the brief exchange you’d shared, you’d quickly determined it to be very attractive.

In your peripheral, you saw him approaching your desk, so you studied your computer screen more intently, hoping he didn’t notice you watching him. He placed three books on the counter and smiled at you once you looked up at him, “Could I trouble you for your opinion?” His voice was like honey and you felt heat rising across your face.

“Of course, how can I be of help?” You beamed at him.

“I like to write poetry in my spare time, but as of late, I’ve had no inspiration and I was wondering, if you had to recommend one of these to inspire me, which would you choose?” He gestured to the three books he placed in front of you.

You looked down at the books and your smile softened when you caught sight of the book in the middle, “This one, for sure. All three are beautifully written, but personally, I find these to be the most charming. I actually read these poems to my daughter. I doubt she understands them, but she sleeps well if I read one to her. I even have to make sure I pack the book when she stays at her dad’s, or she won’t go to bed!” You pick the book up and run your finger up and down the spine lovingly before handing it back to him, blushing and internally cursing yourself for talking about your ex to this random guy.

“I’ll take it, then! How old is your daughter, if I may ask?” His inquisitive eyes shine as he smiles.

“She just turned 3.” You gesture towards a photo on the wall behind you, as you process the book through the register.

“That’s us dressed as Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum from Alice in Wonderland, for World Book Day.” You smile as you look at the photo and remember all the people who came into the store that day and complimented the pair of you.

“Good costume choice, she looks just like you! It’s a lovely photo. I take it she loves books?”

“I guess she hasn’t really got a choice with me as a mother!” You joke and he chuckles.

“I bet you’re a wonderful mother. I’d have loved to have been read to all the time when I was younger.” His genuine smile makes you blush as you give him his total and he gives you the money.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, thank you. Maybe one day you’ll be reading your poetry to your own kids?” Your whole face lit up as you gave him his bag.

“Maybe…”

“Well, have a lovely day! And I’d love to read your poetry one day, if you don’t mind sharing it, that is? I bet it’s lovely.”

“Thank you. And perhaps I’ll stop by some time and let you read it.”

“I’d like that…” he gave you a small wave when he walked out the door and down the street.

You took a deep breath and picked up the two books he’d left behind, walking to place them back on the shelf, “Get a hold of yourself… he’s a complete stranger who came in to buy a book, don’t be an idiot.” you whispered to yourself. But when you reached the shelf to place the first of the books back, you saw a business card poking out between two books. Your eyebrows knitted together as you pulled it out and saw the generic business details printed, but also a mobile number handwritten on the back. You quickly put the books back and walked back to your computer, typing in the name on the card.

Oberyn Martell.

You hit search, and his face appeared, as well as a small biography. He was the son of a wealthy oil proprietor from down south. That shocked you, but when you read more, you found he could be considered the black sheep of the family - or white sheep, depending on how you looked at it. While his family were in the limelight, he led a quieter life, choosing to spend his wealth on charities, rather than splashing it on private jets and mansions. He supports several charities that deal with children who are displaced by war, and several LGBT+ charities (much to his family’s chagrin). The more you read about Oberyn, the more fascinated you grew over him, wondering what compelled him to stop in your little book store today.

You looked back at the business card, and turned it over to see the mobile number he’d scrawled on the back. You grabbed your phone and added him to your contacts, but the chime of the bell above your door alerted you to a customer, and you put your phone away before you had a chance to send him a message.

The store gets a little busier as the afternoon hits, and you don’t manage to get to your phone until later in the evening, once you’re home. When you finally sit down with a drink, you open your phone and the first thing that pops up is his contact screen. You smile and type him a message.

‘Is this the sweet-talking poet from this morning?’

You busy yourself with making dinner, dancing lightly around your kitchen when you spot your phone screen light up from across the room. You quickly grab your phone and stare at the message.

‘It sure is. I was beginning to worry you hadn’t seen my card. Or that you had, and had just thrown it in the trash.’

‘Never! I can’t pass up a poet, they’re a rarity these days. Especially if you’re planning on letting me read some of your work.’

‘Well, I’m glad you’re interested.’

You’re about to type back when you see the three little dots appear, and you wait for his second message to come through.

‘Forgive me if this is too forward, but would you like to go out for dinner with me some time?’

Your eyes widened when you read the text, but you quickly typed a reply,

‘I’d love that’

‘I’m free anytime after 6 all this week, D/N is with her dad visiting family this week.’

‘Perfect! I can pick you up from the store tomorrow, if that works?’

‘Sounds good to me!’

The next day, you were closing the shop when Oberyn pulled up to the pavement, and jumped out of the car to pull you into a hug, kissing you on the cheek. You blushed as he opened the passenger door for you, closing it once you were sat inside.

He took you for dinner at a restaurant in town, not overly fancy, but much more upmarket compared to the places you usually ate at. He told you all about his family, and you told him about your ex and your daughter, and he seemed very understanding. You chatted for hours, and you felt a real connection with him.

He dropped you home afterwards, kissing you on your doorstep before walking back to his car and driving away.

You fell for him quickly, and he was evidently enamoured with you too. You’d text constantly and he’d stop by the store often, bringing you flowers, or a small piece of poetry he’d written about you.

The big day, however, was the day you finally introduced him to your daughter. It had been just over a month of him coming to the store with little gifts, or something to eat from the bakery round the corner, and fancy dinners once or twice a week. Your daughter’s daycare was closed for the week because of some building work, so she was spending the week at the book store with you, being your little assistant.

He’d text you the night before to tell you he’d be stopping by, and you’d explained to her that she was gonna meet a new friend of yours at work, and she seemed happy enough at making a new friend.

You’d had a fairly quiet morning in the shop, D/N sat behind the counter with you all morning. If any customers bought anything, she’d give them a drawing to put in their bag when they left too. Most of your customers were regulars, who knew her very well so they all made a big deal about the little scribbles she would hand them, and you were so grateful because the smile on her face rarely wavered.

Oberyn turned up around noon looking very dapper. He waved at the pair of you as he walked in, and D/N waved back happily, simply whispering the word ‘prince’ to you. You think seeing someone dressed so smartly was a new thing for her, as she’d only ever really seen men dressed like that in princess cartoons. It made you giggle as he walked over, and you thought to yourself that he did actually look like a prince. He brought cupcakes for the both of you, and even a cute little set of gel pens for D/N, which she was very excited about.

“D/N, this is my new friend I told you about, remember?” You sat her on your lap as you pointed at Oberyn.

“Yes!” She squealed as she took a bite of her cupcake.

“Hi D/N. My name is Oberyn, it’s very nice to meet you. Your mother has told me lots about you.” He held a hand out and after a nudge from you, D/N reached her own out. Oberyn gently took her hand, and placed a kiss on her knuckles, before bowing as if she were royalty. This produced a giggle from the young girl, who smiled brightly up at Oberyn.

She tried to say Oberyn a few times, unsuccessfully, before simply settling for “Byn!”

“Is that what you wish to call me? Byn?” He chuckled at her attempts and she nodded her head enthusiastically.

“As you wish! But only if I can call you Bean?” He countered, raising an eyebrow comically, and D/N giggled yet again.

“Okay!” She happily carried on her drawing, now with her new pens, while you and Oberyn chatted.

Once it was time for Oberyn to leave, you leaned over the counter to give him a quick kiss, and D/N made a noise of disgust, which made you both chuckle.

“What do you say to Oberyn for the pens?” You smiled down at the drawings she’d done while you idly chatted away.

“Thank you!!” she practically shouted before handing him one of her drawings. It was mostly scribbles, but from the colours, Oberyn could see it was supposed to be him.

“Is this me?” His eyes went wide and he acted shocked, before holding it up next to his face, “It looks just like me! You’re so talented, Bean!” She laughed at the nickname again and reached her arms out to hug him. Oberyn looked at you, as if for permission, and you gestured for him to go ahead. He leaned forward and she wrapped her little arms around his neck, and he quickly picked her up and spun her around in a little circle, before slowing down. As he moved to put her back in her seat, she planted a big kiss on his cheek and you mimicked her earlier ‘ewww’ and she poked her tongue out at you, at which Oberyn laughed heartily.

“I must go, my doves.” He bowed dramatically again, “It was lovely to meet you, little Bean.” She gave him a massive grin in response.

She waved to him as he left the shop, promptly carrying on with her drawing.

“So, do you like Oberyn?” You asked her after a few minutes.

“Byn!!” Is all she said, but the smile on her face told you enough.

[exofilialovercat]

Azrael (Draconian boy) x Gabriela (human girl) Ch 2!

Enjoy ch 2!

Gaby spent a good part of the next day choosing what to wear. All seemed too much or too less. What to wear when you want to forget your ex… and try to not crush on someone at the same time?

She messaged the draconian: ‘Hi! See you in the shopping? We can shop and drink coffee! You like cake? :3 ‘

‘See you there Gaby! I can’t wait! Coffee and cake sounds wonderful.’

Ozzie was a nervous wreck the following morning. After going through his entire wardrobe half a dozen times, he settled on a pair of black slacks and a nice shirt with a vest. The layers helped hide where he had to cut holes for his wings. “Well, Casanova you may not be, but you pass muster.” He tried to reassure himself as he left, picking up a single rose from the flower shop on the corner as he left to meet Gaby.

Gaby picked a cute long shirt and some good leggings. Enough to don’t feel she was trying too hard. She brought a bag with the shirt he borrowed from him and a sticky note with a cartoon of her saying ‘thank you ‘ . This is not a date, Gabrielle. Hold your horses. She found him easily in the shopping , he looked very handsome. Damm... Why is this not a date-date? “Ozzie! I’m here! “

Azrael jumped slightly at the sudden call of his name, but brightened when he turned to see Gaby. “Hey Ga-oh wow, you look great! This is for you...” He offered her the rose, heart pounding.

“You look good too. Even if the waiter uniform has its charm. Aw, you shouldn’t have “ she grabbed the rose and gave him the bag “ This is yours “ she smelled the faint perfume of the flower

“Thank you.” He smiled, taking a moment to enjoy Gabriela’s company before offering her his arm. “shall we?”

“ Of course “ she accepted his arm and started walking. Well, it looks like a date.

“Did you want to stop for coffee first, or to look for some cute clothes and get coffee after? “ He asked, practically floating as they walked.

“ Well, i could use some fuel . What about you? “

Ozzie chuckled and nodded. “I’ve been surviving on caffeine lately. Do you have a place you could show me with good bakery as well?”

“ We are the same... Freelance artists are 90% coffee and 10% genius “ she patted his arm “ Lets go to a small bar I know, it’s not usually super crowded and the cake is extremely good. “  She guided him .

“You’re an artist?  I’m a little jealous. I can sew a bit, but that’s about the extent of my artistic ability.” He admitted sheepishly, happily letting Gaby take him where she wanted.

“ Haha , I play the cards I got . I always liked art and make comics and illustrations. I can survive doing it so I consider myself lucky . I bet you have your own talents “ she takes him to a bar that was indeed a little small. It had a menu with a nice selection of cakes . “The  Triple chocolate one is to die for, it’s my favorite, ” she pointed to the menu.

“What comics do you make? Anything I might have seen?” He asked, genuinely curious. As they made their way to the little cafe, Ozzie couldn’t help but smile at how Gaby’s face lit up with excitement. She really was adorable.

“Should we share a piece then with our drinks, or would that be too forward?”

“ Oh, i don’t think so... I took part in some compilations. When I do comics, it’s always a small portion of the job. The rest it’s mostly children’s books. “ She said “ It wouldn’t be too forward , but I warn you we will need to order more “ she grinned “ This body doesn’t maintain with salad “ she joked .

“That sounds like a lovely line of work. You like children, then?” He asked while searching the menu. “Let’s each get some and share then. Variety is the spice of life, after all!”

Ozzie took her joke about her body as a chance to let his eyes sweep down across Gaby’s figure. To him she might as well have been a goddess. perfect curves and a gorgeous face that he had to stop himself from leaning in to kiss. ‘Slow down, Romeo’ he scolded himself.

“ I do, maybe one day I will have one myself... If i found the right person. Not like Mister Perfect “ she made a face .

Gaby ordered some coffee and some pieces of cakes “Strawberry cheese and triple chocolate please. Any preference Ozzie? “

Azrael made a face at the mention of her ex. “He couldn’t be very perfect if he couldn’t see a true treasure right in front of him. You and your hypothetical future child deserve nothing less than a devoted husband and father.” He said without thinking what his words might be interpreted to mean.

Looking through the menu, Ozzie noted a few of his favorite flavors. “I think I’ll go with the Italian lemon cake and red velvet.”

The waiter took the order and walked away.

“ You are an adulator!” She patted his shoulder. She was visibly blushing . “ Yeah... I actually feel better now I’m not with him anymore. The things were pretty bad already between us. I guess the faster I can move from him, the  better” she winked “ At least I have a coffee with a handsome man “ ‘What the hell Gaby... Stop your mouth’.

Azrael couldn’t blush through his scales, but his tail wagged happily when Gaby’s adorable freckled cheeks blushed pink after her compliment. “Is not flattery if it is true.” He laughed, “Just enjoy yourself, Gaby dear. No pressure.”

The order finally came, the coffee was in generous cups and the cake seemed fresh . “ Please, don’t mind me , take from mine if you want, “ Gaby offered and went for a piece of the strawberry one humming pleased “ So good “.

“Only if you do the same.” Ozzie smiled, taking a long sip of his coffee before taking a bite of his lemon cake.

“ I really wanted to ask you... I hope it’s okay. Can you really spit fire? Or is it a full dragon thing? “ She hoped it was okay to ask  about draconian nature .

“Fire? Ah, right… I was smoking last night, wasn’t I?” He ran a hand back through his horns, a little embarrassed. “It is harder for a half-breed like me to breathe flames than a full dragon. Normally it can only happen when I am very angry or upset.” He explained with an apologetic smile. “Hopefully that is not too much a disappointment?”

“ Oh , no! I just was curious... Like how much human or dragon you are... I don’t really know a big deal about real dragons. Like if you need to warm in the sun? Or if you have a reptile tongue? Or do you have dietary restrictions like some reptiles? Oh! I  hope I’m not being rude... “ she covered her mouth suddenly.

Ozzie couldn’t help but laugh. So many people were too afraid to ask these kinds of questions, so Gaby’s curiosity was refreshing. “No rudeness at all. I am happy to sate your curiosity. Full dragons come in three varieties, depending on if they are from Europe, like my mom, Asia, or South America. In my case I am warm-blooded like humans, no dietary restrictions (though a preference for spicy and savory flavors outside of desserts) and...” he looked around to make sure they weren’t being watched before letting his 30cm long forked tongue slide out between his lips for a moment before pulling it back in with a grin.

“ Holly -! “ She felt her mind going to some non very innocent places “ Thats.... Wow “ she sipped her coffee and tried to clear her head . “ Humans feel a little boring in comparison. Would you let me draw you one day? “ She tried to change the subject a little .

“Oh, don’t sell humans short. Human passion and creativity are a marvel compared to just about any other species. That is a great gift indeed.” He said with a reassuring smile. Gaby’s request to draw him was a surprise, though a welcome one. “I would love to pose for you!” He said happily before stealing a bite of her chocolate cake and letting a purr resonate in his chest. “That IS good!”

“ Told ya’ “ she smiled. “And if you need a personalized draw, you can always call me . Like a present for a loved one, your significant other, you just ask “

“Oh, no girlfriend.” Azrael said, before taking a sip of his coffee. Was she trying to see if he was single? “Dragons and most draconians partner for life, so dating is an important matter once it becomes serious.” Hopefully that wasn’t reading too far into Gaby’s words.

“ Oh “ Gavi did a mental happy dance , maybe Ozzy liked her a little? And he was single. That was a relief, at least I can crush in someone that I can have a chance with. ”And how do you scare ladies away? You have the whole package, “ she said playfully .

Azrael’s tail began to happily thump against the cafe floor when Gabi flirted with him. His heart never had fluttered this way for someone before. “Normally the scales and tail do the scaring for me. You are about the first woman to talk to me like a normal person outside of work or family.” He admitted, trying to hide his embarrassment at his own inexperience behind another few bites of cake.

“ No way! “ She said offended “ They obviously never gave you a chance, you are a total sweetie. And everybody it’s different! My mom always told me to not judge people for the way they look , she is latina, my dad is white. That always gets nasty looks . People are just stupid. “ she stole a piece of his lemon cake .

“It is a shame more people can’t be as open-minded as you are, Gaby. The world would be a better place.” Azrael said with a wistful smile, taking her hand without really thinking and kissing the back.

“They deal with bigotry even as a human-human couple. I worry what it will be like when the one who decides she wants me has to go through the same nastiness.”

She felt her cheeks warm “ Any girl would be lucky to have you Ozzie. If people cannot see that, it’s their problem. Hey, let’s better move to a desert island and fund our own country.” She tried to light up a bit.

Ozzie nearly choked on his coffee when Gaby’s surprise joke made him laugh. “Careful, mi amor. That sounds suspiciously like a proposal. Doesn’t that usually require at least three dates?” He teased, trying not to get too lost in the idea of the two of them relaxing on a tropical beach together.

“And thank you for the compliment, Gabriela. You truly are a treasure.”

“ Well... If you need a couple of actual dates, I will not say no. They tell me I make a pretty decent spicy chicken , if you give me the chance to treat you, “ she said, almost purring . Please say yes...

“I would be delighted, so long as I can take you out in return.” Ozzie swore that he could fly at that very moment. Gaby had asked him out!

“ Then it’s settled! “ She asked for the bill and payed “ And i can wear the replacement shirt you will buy me “ she winked “ I hope the cake was at your level Ozzie “

“I was hoping you would let me get you a few outfits, to be honest.” He said with a shy smile, not daring to admit he would prefer to see her in much less clothing rather than more. “And the cake was excellent. Definitely worth using for the wedding.” He added with what he hoped was a joking tone. ‘Don’t get too carried away. You’ll scare her off.’

“ Oh, you are impossible! “ she playfully pushed him “ No need to shower me in presents, mister smooth “ she said and started walking “ I like to give them back “

“What can I say? It is my nature to want to treat my girlfriend well. I’m sure we can find a way to reciprocate.” He laughed, playing like she had pushed him much harder than she had before joining her, his arm draping around her waist as they walked together.

Gaby felt herself too into the draconian man. Her stomach twisted and her heart pounded in her chest. She tried to distract herself by looking at the cloth stores . The mission was to end the day with a smile... And maybe steal a kiss from Ozzie .

“Let me know if you see a store you want to shop in.” It was nice, this little shopping date, but Azrael had to keep reminding himself to not push too fast. He was falling hard for Gabriela, but she had just gotten out of a bad relationship and it would be wrong to pressure her into too much.

Gaby entered in one store and tried a couple of tops, she ignored the white and pink ones for obvious reasons . She even asked Ozzies opinion on the ones she tried . Let’s just go slow Gabriela , let’s enjoy some time together. Yep, just that.

Ozzie couldn’t help but enjoy himself while Gaby modeled her outfits for him. There were several tops that looked very good on her, but one in particular, sapphire blue with a somewhat lower-cut neckline than the others really caught his attention. “It is hard to say, since you are gorgeous in all of them, but the last one is my personal favorite. It shows you off in just the right way.”

“Then I take it! You know how to sell to a lady, ” she happily said and saved the new top for her .

Now the date was almost over and she needed a bit of courage to give one small last step . If she could really do it, a proper date will be a success.

After he had paid the shop clerk for their purchase, Azrael hesitated for a moment. “I know this was supposed to be just a casual thing today, but I really don’t want for our date to end.” He admitted sheepishly, his tail curling around Gaby as they took a moment to rest before continuing on to the end of their date. He had been having such a good time that he dreaded it being over.

She fell on the tail surrounding her. “ Me too, Azrael . It has been too much fun. But I have to go.  Will you call me ? “ She caressed his cheek.

“Of course, Gabriela. It’s a promise... but first, please permit a greedy dragon one last indulgence before his princess escapes.” Before he could second guess himself, Azrael tilted her chin upward with a fingertip and pressed his lips to hers in a tender, longing kiss.

Gaby even surrounded his waist. His kiss was sweet, and she was practically seeing stars . Okay, I’m sold. First real date, here we go. She let herself be putty in his hands, “Ozzie... “ She whispered once the kiss ended. She smiled from ear to ear and got a little distance . “ Now you really better call me! “ She said and waved at him to go “ I’m going to be waiting!”

Gaby went home giggling like a schoolgirl

“Definitely. Today was... incredible. Too good to just be a onetime thing, no?” He purred, dreamily watching Gaby go toward her home.

Ozzie was walking on air for the rest of the day. He didn’t even mind the jokes at his expense at work. Their next date couldn’t come soon enough!

[vampireacademysims]

Scrapped Story Challenge

I got tagged by @skyburned​, thank you! <3

The Rules:

Post a few screenshots from a scrapped scene / edit / story!

Share why you scrapped this specific thing

Tag five friends, and watch the fun play out!

As for the Vampire Academy comic, I don’t actually have many scrapped scenes/edits, I actually only found one XD I tend to plan everything as to avoid wasting time on things I’ll not use, so I guess this was an exception.

This is the full panel that got cut to only focus on Rose’s face, back in chapter I - page 7 (top right). After the wasted time editing the whole thing to just use a bit of it made me rethink how I was doing things, so I plan better now. As for scrapped stories.... oh boy, sit down and have some popcorn XD Since it’s not VA related, I’ll put it under a cut. It’s trying to keep the comic going that is hindering alternate projects, but it’s nothing too new if you fallow my other Tumblr... unless you read to the end.

I don’t want to say these are scrapped stories.... more like, Temporarily In Limbo Projects:

The NaNo-born HP thing.

Before I started the VA comic, I nearly started a comic about an original story that was born in a NaNoWriMo over 10 years ago. It was a sort of alternate future of OCs I had in a Roleplay in back in the day, set in the Harry Potter universe. I never finished the story - 250 pages in English and 3 chapters away from finishing it to this day =’). Once a year I go back to read it just to feel the cringe.

What stopped me was all the extras I’d have to edit in, mainly cloaks and robes - because everyone had cloaks/robes, dragons (even if only for a chapter... 6 years ago no one had converted the dragons to sims 2 yet) and the hair of the protagonist. So I started VA instead, because it felt easier.

The AU Slice of Life thing.

From time to time, on my reblogs tumblr, I post images from the most “recent” OCs from the last roleplay I was in - I like to roleplay, ok? Once on FB a friend had posted a link to one of those online generators, there was one about generating demons and I tried it out. Funny enough, the very first result I got remembered about me about my character Thea. So I jumped to Sims and tried to make her as a demon, based on what the generator gave me and this was the result:

This was the first pass at the idea, but I wanted a tail and different feet...

And so came the no.2 pass, that I’m still sort of working on in the background. I liked this idea, placing my characters and the characters or my friend in a different setting. I wanted to write that story, but I needed the input of my friend and she doesn’t seem very interested, so I dunno if I’d be able to write a full story, I need her to bounce ideas with. Then I thought to just make slice of life images, the cool parts I have in my head, without having to layout a whole story. Again, problem would be having to edit things in, mainly tails (all tails would have to be hand painted in), feet aaand in the case of one of my friend’s girls, wings would have to be edited in. Oh and clothes. I don’t think finding decent harem style clothes is easy even today.

The I-Was-14-and-Wrote-Detective-Stories thing.

I got my first PC in 1996/7, no internet those days. And after I finished watching the last episode of a Brazilian soap opera about a female detective (A Justiceira), I decided create my own female detective and write stories. I wrote the 1st story in one hour and it only had 7 pages (in which I believed that American female detectives sporting midriff tops and high heel shoes to active work was completely normal). I still have those printed 7 pages XD And the cover I made for the book lol Only one friend of mine has ever lay eyes on those stories. It started all good and well, robberies and murders and stuff, but fast I branched out to human cloning, space travel, time travel, genetically altered wolves, alien abductions, religious/alien cults in Mexico, plane crashes, ghosts and an incident during the Paris-Dakar event... I was a huge X-Files fan at that time and got hugely influenced u_u I had 22 books planed, I wrote from 1997 to like 2003-ish if memory serves. Only finished 11 while the others stand in various degrees of scattered notes. As mentioned before, from time to time I go back to read it all and feel the ultimate cringe and wonder what I was on back in the day. It’s completely insane at times, but maybe with a bit (A LOT) of polish I could make something out of it. If nothing else, maybe remake the book covers in the Sims because back in the day it was only MS Paint and some cartoons on Powerpoint that I stripped and drew over on paint with a mouse to draw the covers and other scenes. It’s hilarious looking back at how dedicated I was, hot damn! I made wallpapers, Win95 desktop themes, Winamp skins, you name it XD That female Detective was the very first of my OCs and I never made her in the Sims correctly, maybe I should look into that because all I have to show for her is this XD Covers ranging from 1998 to 2003 (I only learned about Photoshop in 2005).

So these are my dirty little secrets that I might or might not one day act upon. Here, have a cookie if you made it this far. As for tags, people who have stories going probably have stuff to show so, @grecadeasimsstudios​, @esotheria-sims​, @veninorchid​, @quiddity-jones​, @cindysimblr, @grisdidthis​​ :P Again, if it is not your cup of tea, it’s ok :)

[gemstoneconstellations]

Angel with a shotgun part 1

Summary: Bakugo is currently on medical leave due to a recent villain attack. While going through the process of being cleared, Kirishima asks him for a favor and it leads to more than Bakugo asked for.

Wordcount: 6576

  “No.”

“Come on! It’s just me watching him this week! Please!”  

“I said fucking no.”

“Fujio loves you! He would be so excited to see his Uncle Suki pick him up!”  

Bakugo’s eyebrow twitched hearing the name Kirishima’s brat called him. “I’m not his uncle…” 

“Bro, come on! I won’t get there in time to get him! And you aren’t doing anything since-”  

“Okay! Fucking fine!” Bakugo hung up on Kirishima before he could continue. He knew what that hair-for-brains was going to say. Bakugo looked down at the thick wraps around his arms and hands, glaring at them like he could scare his injuries away like he did with villains. He had been put on rest after using his quirk too much and causing internal damage to his nerves and muscles. After winning his last fight, he’d fallen to the ground from the intense pain in his arms and shoulders.

For days, he’d lain in a hospital bed, unable to move his fingers without any pain. He was finally discharged and had to do physical therapy in order to be cleared to continue hero work… for the next three fucking months.

Bakugo threw on his shoes and stepped out into the cool spring air. He took a deep breath, realizing that he’d needed a breath of fresh air. “I guess picking up the fucking brat is better than sitting around doing shit.”

Looking up at the night sky, Bakugo thought about the reason he was out at 9:30 at night. Three years ago, Kirishima’s first son, Fujio, was born. The little shit was just like his dad, clinging to him for no apparent reason and constantly annoying him. And, though, Bakugo would never admit it out loud, he actually liked the mini hair-for-brains. It’s especially fun to teach the kid different ways of using curse words so Kirishima would get in trouble with his wife. What will he teach him tonight?

A mischievous grin grew on his face as he walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. No one was around to see him but he still pulled up his hood just in case; he didn’t want to be delayed by some stupid fans that couldn’t take a hint. He quickened his steps as he passed people,  making his way to the stupid daycare.

Bakugo made it to the daycare in 30 minutes on foot; he sent Kirishima a quick text that he was there and would be staying at Kirishima’s house for the night since his house was closer than Bakugo’s. Then he stepped inside,  squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the light. When they finally did, what he saw made him want to turn away in disgust.

The place was covered in sickeningly cheerful and bright decorations. Everything smiled. Even the fucking flowers and clouds… He rolled his eyes, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible. “Oi, I’m here to pick up Kirishima Fujio.” Bakugo shouted down the hall for a worker. No one came… Bakugo’s shoulders dropped as he groaned up at the ceiling. “Fucking fine.”

Kicking off his shoes, Bakugo shuffled down the hall to where a door marked “Toddlers 3-4” was and opened it. He opened his mouth to yell but instantly bit his tongue when he saw the room had a few children asleep on mats. Bakugo was an asshole, but not that big of an asshole.

He was looking around the room for someone who worked there when the door to the bathroom opened and a little girl stepped out with a woman wearing an apron covered in cartoon characters. “Do you feel better now Ai-chan?” A gentle voice whispered through the room. The little girl looked up at the worker, tears in her eyes as she shook her head. “Would you like to hear a story?”

The worker picked her up and before she could turn around to see Bakugo, he backed up into the hall and hid behind the door. “Wait, why did I hide?” Bakugo whispered to himself. He peeked around the corner to see the worker with the little girl in her lap in a rocking chair, holding a children’s book out in front of them.

“‘Once there was a lion asleep in the forest, his great head resting on his paws. A timid mouse came upon him unexpectedly…’” Bakugo found himself leaning against the doorframe, listening to the stupid story. That voice was so…soothing. He watched the woman gently caress the child’s head as she read effortlessly. He could have sworn she was glowing as she read to the child, her gentle voice soothing her nerves and putting her to sleep. It was even beginning to work on him, as he felt his eyes becoming heavy.

“Um, excuse me?” Bakugo’s eyes shot wide open as a voice came from beside him. He turned around with a glare, startling the woman behind him. She clutched onto her bag as she took a step back. “C-can I help you?”

“You work here?” She gave him a quick nod. “I’m here for Fujio; the name’s Bakugo. I’m under the approved list.” She quickly ran into the room and spoke to the other worker in the rocking chair, whispering in her ear. The one with the angelic voice smiled and pointed to one of the children on the floor.

The jumpy caregiver came over with a child wrapped in their blanket and handed them over to Bakugo. He looked down to see messy black hair as Fujio’s sleepy face came into view. “Hmmm, Uncle Suki.” He smiled up at Bakugo before hugging him and falling back asleep. Luckily for the brat, he didn’t have Shitty Hair’s shark week teeth, but more prominently sharp canine teeth that kind of reminded Bakugo of dog.

“Um, h-have a good night.” The jumpy worker bowed; Bakugo just grunted at them. He was about to leave when he made eye contact with the caregiver in the rocking chair. She gave him the same smile she’d given the child now asleep in her lap, raising her hand to wave him goodbye.

And for some unknown reason… he waved back as he left.

“Uncle Suki… where’s Daddy?” Fujio looked up from Bakugo’s shoulder, his small hands clutching onto his shirt.

Bakugo hummed, rubbing the small back. “Hair-for-brains got stuck at work.”

Fujio closed his eyes, accepting the explanation; he was used to it by now. Thankfully, there were daycares that accommodated pro-hero parents and other social servants, or else Kirishima and his wife would have been in a tough bind. “I want you to pick me up tomorrow. I wanna play Heroes with you.” Bakugo smirked at the kid as he yawned.

“Sure, now shut up and sleep already. You’ll be home soon.” Fujio relaxed in Bakugo’s hold, his small breaths becoming shallow and even. Okay, maybe he liked the kid a lot. Bakugo let out a yawn himself. “Man, now I’m sleepy. What the hell?”

~

Bakugo was sound asleep, comfy on Kirishima’s big, fluffy couch. Until something roughly 30 pounds landed square on his stomach fucking screaming, “UNCLE SUKI! WAAAAAAAKE UP! TIME TO GET UP, YOU SLEEPYHEAD! LET’S PLAY! LET’S PLAY!” Bakugo glared at the little shit who was jumping on him like he was his goddamned rocking horse.

“No, go back to sleep, you little shit.” Bakugo easily picked up the brat by his shirt and dropped him on the floor before rolling over to face away from him.

Fujio pouted, whining, “Mommy said you can’t call me that.”

“Well Mommy ain’t here to catch me, now is she?” Bakugo looked back at the pouting child, smirking before he laid back down.

Bakugo listened to the small thuds of the kid’s feet as he ran away from him. Finally, back to sleep. “Daddy! When is Mommy coming home?”

“Not till next week, my little dude. Is Uncle Suki being mean again?” Bakugo’s eye twitched at hearing the disgustingly sweet tone Kirishima used with his son. “Will playing Deku’s theme song cheer you up?”

“Yeah! Deku! Deku!”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT! I AIN’T LISTENING TO THAT SHITTY NERD’S SHITTY SONG!!”

Kirishima stood in his kitchen, holding his son with a smug grin on his face as Bakugo stood on the couch screaming. If his arms didn’t still hurt, small explosions would have been going off in his hands. “Oh good, you’re up. Want some breakfast? I made pancakes.”

Fujio held up his tiny arms. “I mixed the batter! And poured your pancakes on the stove!”

“Fucking fine!” Bakugo jumped off the couch, grumbling about Shitty Hair One and Two being twice as annoying as ever. He sat at the table, leaning back with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima placed Fujio down on his booster chair before going back to dish out the food.

“Pancakes~ Pancakes~ Pancakes~.” Fujio swayed his little body excitedly at the table, singing the word over and over.

Kirishima just chuckled as he placed Fujio and Bakugo’s plates down in front of them. Bakugo frowned at the weirdly-shaped and different sized pancakes in front of him. It kind of looked like he’d just thrown the batter on, not really caring about what he was doing. “What the hell is this?”

Fujio looked up from watching Kirishima put syrup on his food. “It’s your ex-exsploosions! Boom boom!” He held up his hands in Bakugo’s face with a big smile and then began to laugh.

“Alright kiddo, your food is ready to be devoured!” Kirishima placed a children’s fork in one of Fujio’s hands. He quickly stabbed one of the pancakes, lifting the whole thing to take a wild bite out of it. Definitely Kirishima’s kid… “Fujio said you seemed sad lately so he wanted to make you something that would make you happy. He said your explosions always make you smile so he wanted the pancakes to look like them.”

Bakugo let out a big sigh and held out his hand. “Give me the fucking syrup.” Kirishima gave him a knowing look as he handed Bakugo the syrup before turning back to his son.

“Yummy! Mr. Lion is good!” Fujio cheered with the pancake still on his fork. That’s when Bakugo noticed that his pancake was in the shape of a lion. He looked over to see that the other pancake was in the shape of a mouse.

Kirishima noticed where Bakugo’s eyes were looking as he took a sip of his coffee. “Fujio said he learned the story of the Lion and the Mouse yesterday and wanted his pancakes in the shape of them. You really liked that story, huh?”

The little boy nodded quickly, shoving more food in his mouth. “Yesh, sinth-” The boy paused when his dad gave him a look that most fathers seemed to know how to make and swallowed his food before continuing talking. Kirishima nodded and motioned for him to keep talking. “Ms. ____ was reading. I like it when Ms. ___ reads. She’s nice! And she gives the best hugs!”

“Was that the chick from last night?” Kirishima looked up at Bakugo in confusion. Did Bakugo just ask that? Really?

“Yeah! She always reads to us when we go to sleep.” Fujio shoved more food into his mouth.

Bakugo grunted and started to eat his food. Kirishima was still looking at him in disbelief. “What?” Bakugo raised an annoyed eyebrow at him.

Kirishima cleared his throat and shook his head. “Nothing. Fujio hurry up and eat, I’ll be taking you to daycare soon, okay?”

“Okay!” Fujio held up his fork in the air before slamming it down into the other poor, innocent pancake.

“I can watch the brat today.” Bakugo motioned to Fujio with his cup of orange juice before guzzling half of it.

Kirishima’s jaw dropped. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Bakugo?” Bakugo has never willingly offered to watch Fujio before.

“Shut up. It’s like you said: I don’t have anything else better to do. Plus, I promised to play with him yesterday in exchange for him to go to sleep. I know he won’t stop bugging about it till I do.” Bakugo looked to the side as he ate more of his pancakes.

Translation: he wanted to hang out with Fujio today.

This was just too good to pass up. Kirishima couldn’t help but tease Bakugo. “Awe, you hear that Fujio? Uncle Suki here wants to play with you today!”

Fujio’s eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the two men excitedly. “Yay! We gonna play Heroes and he’s going to teach me how to kill fucktards!”

Kirishima’s smile instantly dropped and he looked back at Bakugo in horror. Bakugo let out a large laugh, slapping a hand against the table. “This kid is the fucking best!”

“Bakugooooo! You’re going to get me in trouble again!”

~

You were walking down the street, humming a Disney song that was stuck in your head. “Good afternoon ma’am.” You smiled at an elderly woman as you walked by her small sweets shop.

“Good afternoon to you dear. You are as bright and cheerful as always, I see.” She chuckled at you as she waved.

Your smile just widened as you added a bit more of a skip to your step. “How could I not when it’s such a wonderful day out? Spring is finally here and I love it!” Plus, your quirk was affecting you a bit, so you couldn’t help feeling happier.

Your therapy sessions with your clients have been going great; some of the kids have even graduated from your course and are moving on to the next level. You were so proud of those kids; you’d decided to go get them all gifts to congratulate them. As you skipped by the park, your ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Alright! Quirk on! Harden! Go? Ugh!” A deep growly laugh filled the park. “Uncle Suki! Stop laughing!” Your smile widened; that was the voice of the adorable little Fujio! You promptly walked into the park to find him.

There was an ash-blonde man on the ground, holding his stomach as he tried to catch his breath. He was literally rolling on the ground laughing. You noticed that both of his arms were covered in bandages. Fujio stomped his feet in distress. “Uncle Suki! This is serious! What if I don’t get it?”

The sight of the child pouting his lips and stomping on the ground just made the man laugh even more. “Man, you are just like your dad.” Sitting up, he placed a hand on the small boy’s shoulder. Fujio looked even smaller when standing beside this man. “You have a quirk, it’s just still growing. Trust me. There is no way you don’t have a quirk. Your dad is strong, I should know. I trained with him and practically carried him throughout our school days. And your mom…don’t tell her I said this, but she’s badass and her quirk makes her even more badass.”

Fujio seemed to grow more confident and gave the man a quick nod. “Uncle Suki… can you set me on fire?”

“What?!” Both you and the man yelled. Why on Earth…

Fujio turned around to see you. “Ms. ____!” He ran as fast as he could to slam his body into your legs; you almost fell over from the unexpected force.

Gently, you stroked through the straight black hair on the boy’s head. He looked up at you with a toothy grin. So cute~ He was like a little puppy. “Hello Fujio. Are you out having fun with…” You looked up at the ash-blonde man, who had made his way over to the two of you. His hands were in his pockets and he had a scowl on his face as he eyed you, like you were some kind of threat.

“This is Uncle Suki! He fights bad guys with my daddy! But he’s playing with me today!” Fujio cheered and began to run around his uncle.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his silliness. Holding out your hand, you began to introduce yourself. “Hello, my name is ___ ___; I work at Fujio’s daycare. It’s nice to meet you.” It seemed like his guard was up and you waited patiently for him to grab your hand.

You were pleasantly surprised as he slowly he placed a bandaged hand in yours. “Bakugo Katsuki.” Despite how he looked, you couldn’t feel any hostility coming off of him. Your tense smile eased into a natural one as you looked him in the eyes, taking note of their ruby color.

“Do you wanna play with us?” You looked down at Fujio. His eyes were pleading desperately; ugh, your heart strings.

As much as you would love to play with one of your favorite kids, you still had things to do. Releasing Bakugo’s hand, you bent down to Fujio’s level. “I’m sorry sweetie, but I have errands to run. I have to buy a few gifts for some kids.”

He pouted for a moment but then his smile bounced back. “Oh oh, I can help! Can I help? My Daddy says it’s a man’s job to help others in need, so I need to help people to become a man like him!” Fujio posed, flexing muscles that he didn’t quite have yet. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Excuse me? You forget about me?” Bakugo pointed at himself, irritated.

“Oh, Uncle Suki can help too! He can carry a lot!”

You looked back at Bakugo, who began to sputter. “No! Fuck that! We got shit to do.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do!”

“Nuh uh, you said to my daddy you didn’t have anything to do today. That’s why I’m with you and not at daycare.” Bakugo bent down and covered his face in his hands as he let out a loud, frustrated groan. You had to turn away as you tried to hold in a snort. He was completely and utterly cornered… by a three year old. Fujio quickly grabbed your hand and started pulling you out of the park. “Uncle Suki, you need to get up or else we are going to leave you behind.”

You looked back to see Bakugo’s head shoot up and then get up, dragging his feet towards you guys. “Oi, listen here you fucking brat…”

It would seem you had some gentlemen to help you out, even though one of them was unwilling and had been bullied into it. Fujio was singing a tune as he led you and Bakugo. Other than the sweet little voice, it was silent. Your eyes wandered to the ash-blonde. I wonder what happened to his arms   . The bandages were wrapped around the palms of his hands and went up all the way to his shoulders. Did they go underneath his hoodie? That’s when you realized that he was looking at you too, making direct eye contact. “Um…”

“I overused my quirk. This is what happens when you go beyond your limits. I’ll be fine though.” He looked back at Fujio and told him which direction to go for the toy store.

“Hero work?”

“Yup.”

“You win?”

He looked over to you with a wickedly smug grin and held up a fist. “Of fucking course I did. I never lose.”

Pfft, you couldn’t help but laugh at the confidence in his voice. Though you are pretty sure other people would have been put off by how deranged that smirk looked. “Have I heard of this ever victorious hero?”

His grin dropped and went back to his resting scowl. “Probably…” You didn’t push it after that; his defense seemed to be back up again. Hero work must be a touchy subject for him right now, probably from being injured and likely not being able to work.  “So whose kids are you buying shit for?”

And he was changing the subject. “I’m a quirk therapist. I help kids who have recently developed their quirks. During the day at the daycare, I have sessions with the older kids. Some of my kids have shown great control over their quirks and are in a sense graduating from my program. I want to give them a reward.” He nodded along to what you were saying; despite how he looked and his curt behavior, he  really seemed interested

“That’s definitely something kids need nowadays.” You eyed him as he put his hands behind his head. It sounded like he genuinely thought that… so weird.  Most people questioned if that was really something worth doing since kids can be quite unpredictable. “So why were you there at night?”

“Hmm?”

“I saw you last night, reading to the kids. Fujio says you always read them stories at night.” He motioned to the small child, who was intently deciding which store you guys should enter.

You raised an eyebrow at him and then remembered the man who had picked up Fujio last night and had been standing outside the door. “Oh, that was you last night. Why were you just standing there? You could have come in, you know?”

Bakugo sputtered. “You saw me?!” You jumped at the sudden loudness of his voice as he turned to you with wide eyes and cheeks slightly pink.

“Uh yesss?” Were you not supposed to?

The ash-blonde grunted as he quickened his steps to catch up with Fujio, who had motioned for you two to walk faster. “I… spaced out okay?” He muttered into his hand. You tilted your head, questioning him. “You… started reading… and you were glowing… and your voice… it’s angelic…” His face became redder with each word and he sunk his head lower between his shoulders, as though he could hide inside of his hoodie if he tried hard enough.

“Oh-oh… well I do glow when I use my quirk. I can touch someone and help them calm down.” This seemed to make him raise his head at you, his blush gone.

“So, it was your quirk that did that?” He looked somewhat relieved, but the thing is…

“My quirk doesn’t affect my voice though… it only works by touch.” His blush came back instantly as he realized what you meant by that. “Um, thank you for the compliment though.”

He grunted at you; it would seem that conversation was over between the two of you. “Hey, look! There’s toys!” Fujio jumped up and down, pointing at a toy store that was currently hosting a sale.

~

Bakugo stood back and watched as you and Fujio sorted through some toys. It’s odd. Usually Bakugo would have his guard up till he knew for sure that it was safe, but with you… you just smiled at him and before he’d even noticed, he’d moved his arm and was shaking your hand. He never willingly shook someone’s hand unless he absolutely had to. Maybe it was because Fujio trusts you? And listening to your voice, man that shit was addicting. There was something about it that really struck a chord with him.  

“What do you think Bakugo? One of the kids really likes dragons.”

He was brought back to reality as you presented him with a small stuffed dragon. His eyes narrowed at it. It looked well made but it was too…cute to be a dragon. “I would want something more…vicious. It really depends on the little shit. Do they like cute things or-” Looking back up at you, he saw your eyes widened with surprise. “What?”

You shook your head. “I was just surprised that you seriously thought about it. Guys that I shop with always say things like, ‘It’s fine’ or ‘Are you done yet?’”

“Well, I’m not like most fucking guys. And you know, most women at this point start to fucking lecture me about cursing or leave hating me.” He looked around the toy section and found another dragon; this one had claws and sharp teeth. Much cooler. He tossed it at you. “There, if the kid likes cute shit, go with the first one, but if they are into badass toys, that’s the dragon you need.”

You chuckled, holding the dragons close to your chest. “I think I’ll go with the badass one.” Bakugo swallowed as he saw this new smile spread across your face; it was somehow different from before… he was beginning to feel…bashful? What the fuck? And hearing you curse, oh yeah he liked that… “And yes, I am not like most women. So I guess we have something in common. I think cursing is just another way of expressing emotions; the key is knowing when it is okay to use it or not to use it.”

Bakugo nodded and opened his mouth to say something when Fujio came running over. “Uncle Suki! Look, I found you!” Fujio bounced over, holding a Ground Zero doll over his head. Shit…

Now you were looking between him and the doll, he could see the moment it clicked in your head. “You’re Ground Zero?” He rushed over to cover your mouth, but it was too late.

“Ground Zero?”

“Oh my god, Ground Zero is here?!”

“Where is he?”

Fans started running over as the news spread that Ground Zero was here. “Craaaap.” Bakugo quickly picked you and Fujio up, throwing you over his shoulder and Fujio under his arm like a football. “We gotta go.” Bakugo began to run out of the store.

“Wait! I didn’t pay!”

“Worry about that shit later! We need to get the fuck out of here!” Bakugo ran faster as his fans shouted his hero name. His eyes scanned for escape routes. An alleyway came up and he ran right through it, knocking over a few items as he did.

They made it to a street full of restaurants. “Hey, that’s the fish place Mommy and Daddy like!” Fujio innocently pointed out a sushi restaurant. That could work.

Bakugo made a mad rush to the restaurant at the sound of voices behind him. He slammed the sliding door shut, panting. The hostess and other people in the restaurant gave them all shocked and awed looks. “I need… a… private room… for three… now!”

“Please!” You shouted from his shoulder.

“Um… right this way.”

~

“Ooh that one, I want that one!” Fujio pointed at the sushi that lay before him. “The one with the little sticky thingies.” You giggled as you put sushi on a small plate for Fujio as he pointed out each one he wanted. Fujio was bouncing up and down, leaning on the table and shaking it.

Bakugo pressed a hand on the kid’s head and pushed him down into a sitting position on the floor. “Oi, sit your ass down and wait!”

“Ooookaaaaaay!” Fujio stayed in his spot between the two of you and waited like he was told.

Gently placing the plate down in front of him, you caressed his head and motioned for him to dig in. “What do you say, brat?”

The little boy had already shoved two octopus nigiri into his mouth by the time he remembered what he was supposed to say. “Thanfooo fo tha fooood.” He then continued to stuff his face.

Bakugo shook his head at him as he placed a piece of sushi in his own mouth. “Good enough, I guess.”

You looked over at Bakugo as you ate quietly. So this is the explosion hero without his mask. He isn’t much different personality-wise outside of his costume. Probably should have recognized that smirk from earlier; it’s been all over the media for years now. “So, I’m having lunch with the number seven hero, huh?”

“And?” He eyed you as he reached for the spicy tuna.

You gave him a shrug, leaning over and sliding the plate closer to him. “I never thought that would ever happen, especially in this kind of situation.” You motioned down at the little boy. “Sure, I’ve met plenty of heroes, but I can’t say I’ve met anyone from the top 10.” He grunted in response. “I can see why you didn’t want to tell me, from the look on your face when the fans started swarming you. Didn’t want to deal with fans while you are recovering, I get it.”

“That wasn’t it…” Bakugo grumbled into his cup.

You tilted your head, about to ask what he meant when you felt something lay on your lap. “Ah, full.” Fujio patted his stomach happily. “Ms. ___, can we play together again?”

Such a sweet boy. You stroke his head as his eyes seemed to become heavy. “Don’t we play together all the time at daycare?”

He let out a little yawn, rubbing his eyes. Fujio was losing the battle against sleep. “No… I mean you and me and Uncle Suki.” Oh, your heart strings.

“Sure. We can do that. If you want to take a little nap, you can.” You caressed his cheek as he fell asleep with a small smile on his face. What a kind little boy; his parents are doing an excellent job with him.

“Oi, glow worm, turn off the lights.” You jump at the husky voice; Bakugo was giving you a weirdly conflicted look.

Glancing down, you saw that you were, in fact, glowing. “Oopsies. Sorry, that happens sometimes when I get really happy or excited. My endorphin levels go through the roof.”

He snorted into his drink as you took control of your quirk and ceased glowing. “You seem like the type who is always happy; you haven’t stopped fucking smiling once. Also, ‘Oopsies’   ?”

“Sorry, most parents aren’t okay with their daycare provider cursing in front of their children. It’s just a habit. And yes, I do get mad. My quirk just makes it more… intense. So I try to keep a positive attitude and a level-head, unlike someone.” You smirked at him as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Angel, I’m the definition of level-headed and I would pay to see this intense rage inside that happy-go-lucky body of yours.” He leaned in with a smirk, poking you in the forehead. “And his parents don’t mind the cursing; just don’t curse at him or call him a little shit. So I just don’t do it… when his mother is around. Wanna talk about intense rage? Her; she has made threats and has gone through with them. When I sleep, I sweat a lot so my bed is pretty much a bomb ready to be set off. She has lit a match and dropped it on my bed… twice. I’m an asshole, but I ain’t stupid.”

You hummed, stroking the sleeping child’s head. “But dumb enough for your bed to be set on fire twice.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but instead, gave you a shrug. “Not my finest hour, I’ll give you that. So what happens when you get mad? I usually blow everything up.”

“Don’t you usually do that anyway?” You laughed as he gave you a mischievous grin. “And to answer your question, I could be similar… to you in some ways. Just know, when my skin starts to dim, run.” You threw him your own mischievous grin.

Bakugo snorted, leaning back till he was lying on the floor with his hands behind his head. “The day your light dims is the day I shit fucking rainbows and glitter. You seem to be bright all the time, Angel. Even when you are being lugged around like a goddamn sack of potatoes and chased by a mob of fans. I almost lost my shit when you yelled ‘please’ from my shoulder.”

Both of you laughed quietly together. It was nice and from the look on his face, you think this is the first time he’s relaxed this much in a while. The mood suddenly shifted as his face became serious. “You know… the reason I ran, wasn’t because I didn’t want to deal with my fans… they all think I’m out on some kind of secret mission. Truth is, I was hurt pretty badly. Now I have to take a leave while I heal and attend physical therapy for three long-ass months… it sucks and I’m always on edge, itching to get back out there… but…” He let out a deep sigh as he shut his eyes. “I don’t want them to see me in this weak state and be… disappointed? I’m the unbeatable Ground Zero and even though I won against those guys… being this injured, I feel like I lost… Fuck, why am I even saying all this? I just met you.” He groaned as he sat up, looking you straight in the eyes.

You just smiled at him, feeling like that’s what he needed. A smile that understood him and that he could rely on. “I get that a lot; I naturally relax people since it’s my job. I have to give off the air of being someone that they can trust and talk to. I’m happy it worked on you.” As if on cue, you could see a small tint of a glow coming off your hands. You gently lowered Fujio to the floor and made your way to Bakugo. “You didn’t lose, these injuries are signs that you won. That you fought with everything you had to protect people. I’m sure your fans would be honored and worried for you all at the same time. Even though you are a bit rough around the edges, I’m sure everyone, myself included, thinks you are a winner.”

Bakugo kept eye contact with you the entire time but turned away from you when you said your last sentence. “You are so weird… but… thank you, for ya know.” His cheeks were tinted pink as he began to mumble his words.

You smirked at him. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He sighed and turned to face you.

“I said th-” He shut his mouth as soon as he saw the look on your face, his eyes registering realization for what you were doing. “Shut the fuck up. You fucking heard what I said. I’m not saying that shit again.”

~

Poke.  

“Boop.”

Poke.  

“Boop.”

Poke.  

Fujio has been poking Bakugo in the cheek and saying ‘boop’ as he did  for about ten minutes now. You are surprised that Bakugo hadn’t blown up…though he looked like he was about to. Another small finger reached over and pushed into his cheek. “GODDAMN IT! Will you fucking stop that?! I swear to God, I will throw you off my shoulders and you can walk yourself home!”

Fujio’s hand froze and he held tightly onto Bakugo’s hair. “No! I like being tall!”

“Then fucking stop!” These two are so cute and hilarious; your sides were beginning to hurt from trying to hold in your laughter. “Oi, glow worm, you think this is funny?” Bakugo glared at you; guess your body was giving you away.

“Oops, you caught me. I can’t help it.” You bite your lip as you noticed a small hand sneaking its way around Bakugo’s head.

Bakugo noticed too late as Fujio poked his nose and held his little finger there. “Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-”

In the middle of Fujio’s long boop, Bakugo muttered “Yes, they died.”

“-oooooooooooop.” He lifted his finger and did one more poke before resting his hands back on Bakugo’s head. “Boop.”

“Damn it, they lived.” You snorted at their antics. This is probably the most fun you have had in forever. It’s no wonder you keep glowing. “So where do you live?”

Looking over, Bakugo locked his eyes on you. “Oh, over there.” You pointed to some apartment complex a few blocks in front of you on the right. He grunted in response as he started walking down the street that would take you to your apartment. The rest of the walk was silent as Fujio had become sleepy again and fallen asleep with his body wrapped around Bakugo’s head. His head rested on top of Bakugo’s, his mouth wide open; he was most likely drooling onto the ash-blonde’s scalp.

After the moment between you and Bakugo, the two of you had finished the rest of your food and left the restaurant when Fujio woke up. Bakugo walked around with his hood up as you finished your shopping in another store. You thought about the two dragons that you had accidentally stolen with Bakugo. “I can’t believe we stole two toys…”

“What the fuck do you mean by ‘we’? You were the one who didn’t let go of the stupid toys when we had to run.” Bakugo grinned at you mischievously. “I should take you in; it’s a hero’s job to arrest criminals.”

You held your hands behind your back as you skipped ahead of him. “Then you are an accessory to theft, since you were the getaway driver.” You spun around to face him, sticking your tongue out.

He looked at you with wide-eyes before smirkig again, walking past you. “I guess then we both have to keep it a secret, to uphold our image.”

“I guess so.” You followed him. He was a very interesting man, not what you expected at all from everything you’d heard from TV and gossip mags. Though that tough bad boy vibe was very much true, he was actually pretty kind and even gentle towards Fujio. Bakugo stopped at a fork in the road and gave you a questioning look. “Ah, and this is where we part ways. Here.” You hand him a bag that had one of the stolen dragons in it. “A symbol of the secret pact we made.”

Bakugo took the bag as he reached into his pocket and handed you a cell phone. “Put your number in. The brat wants to play again so I have to be able to contact you.” Oh, he’s really going to do it? “Oi, the glow thing is getting brighter and more annoying.” He covered his eyes with one of his hands.

“Sorry, I was just so happy and excited that you want to invite me to your guys’ playdates.” You calmed yourself as you typed your number into his phone and called yourself. Once your phone started to ring, you hung up. “There, now I have your number too.” Your smile kept getting bigger; your face began to hurt. You’d had so much fun today. You are sure you will next time too. “If you don’t call me and I find out you guys went off and had fun without me, I might just stop glowing.”

He took his phone from you and snorted. “Don’t tempt me.” Placing his phone back in his pocket, he turned to start walking the opposite way as you.  You began to turn as well but stopped when you heard his voice again. “You don’t have to worry, Angel. I’ll call you.” He looked at you over his shoulder.

You giggled and flashed him one more smile before heading towards your apartment. “I’m not, I trust you. I’ll see you around, Ground Zero.”

Later that night, you got an all caps text from Bakugo, complaining about you giving him the cutesy dragon instead of the badass dragon and wanting to trade. You sent him a response saying no givesies backsies before going to bed. You chuckled when you heard your phone going off a couple times; can’t wait to see what kind of creative curse words you will read in the morning.

Part 2

[supermiraculousladybug]

The Disturbing Dark Truth about Cat Noir.

Cat Noir is the loveable dorky flirtatious jokester from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir who loves to flirt with Ladybug and making her laugh by using jokes and puns but is he really a jokester or is he using jokes and puns as a coping mechanism to escape the abuse , neglect , cruel and harsh world he's born in? But whatever it is it's obvious that everything in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir is nothing but a figment of Cat Noir's imagination and is actually an abused mentally unstable boy with special needs who sees the world differently than others due to having a childish-like personality and sorta kinda behavior.

Family Life Income.

Born to a prostitute with an unknown father, Cat Noir comes from a lesser fortune poor family who are struggling to make ends meet and making money. He's an complete opposite Adrien Agreste who lives a life of luxury and wealth while Cat Noir lives a life of slums and poverty but growing up in a ghetto-like town side of Paris wasn't easy it's full nothing but violence , rape , robbery , burglary , aggravated assault , total violent crimes , motor vehicle theft , total property crimes , battery , prostitution , street gang , kidnapping , sex trafficking , child trafficking , street gang violence , bribery , fraud , racketeering , drug trafficking and vandalism but it's sad to see Cat Noir grew up in a horrible neighborhood side of Paris where this "village" is one of the worse shanty town neighborhoods that evolved ghetto crimes which it gave Cat Noir paranoid trauma for life.

Clothing , home life and house.

Clothing.

Since Cat Noir grew up in the slums of Paris, his mother barely could afford clothes so she made his clothing from a left over fabric from a trash can and gave him her old clothes which surprisingly it fits him. So technically he shares clothes with his mother but it's sometimes he wears his dad's old clothes. His mother is a seamstress so it makes sense she made Cat Noir's clothes.

Home life.

Cat Noir comes from an abusive household where it's just him and his younger half brother, Connor get punished by their mother because they're both born male and look like their fathers but it's just their mother but sometimes their stepfather would beat them because he dislike their fathers and both Cat Noir and Connor look like their dads thus their stepfather abused them physically.

House.

Cat Noir lives in a small shack house that is a mixture between a cabin and a cottage that is located in a Western Shanty town, one of the worst ghetto neighborhood in Paris , France. In the Western Shanty town, they have cheaper old wireless TVs from either the 90s or 70s and have old TV show programs from 1920s-late 1990s but for cartoons from 1910s-late 1990s as well. Cat Noir and his family slept on an old abandoned dirty mattresses that are so uncomfortable to lay on and often the children (mainly Cat Noir) gets bed bug bites at night. Cat Noir and his family sat on old abandoned couch but mainly his mother get stoned and drunk on that couch.

Forced child labor.

From age 9-12, Cat Noir was forced to be a sex slave stripper against his will but he was taken out of school by forcedly "dropping out" during the 4th grade and ever since then the principle of Françoise Dupont Elementary School was and still wondering why Cat Noir wasn't at school like he's suppose to be. Then he was sold to Copycat, a pedophile neighbor who has sexual fantasies of Cat Noir and sexually abusing him but Copycat a lot of horrible things and stuff to Cat Noir

Molesting Cat Noir.

Raping Cat Noir.

Giving Cat Noir bruises , scars , chafing or bite marks and bleeding in/on his genital area.

Masturbating Cat Noir's teeny weeny peeny.

Smacking Cat Noir's bottom in sexual way.

Forcing Cat Noir to dress up as a french maid for sexual purposes.

Forcing Cat Noir to be in bed with him.

Removing Cat Noir's clothes so he can just have "fun" with him.

Turning Cat Noir from a sex slave to a house slave.

Raping Cat Noir in his sleep causing his insomnia to be worsen up badly.

Touching Cat Noir inappropriately from his whole body to his teeny weeny peeny.

Using sexual punishments on Cat Noir.

Using erotic spanking on Cat Noir's bottom for sexual purposes.

And Smacking Cat Noir's bottom as a form of sexual harassment.

Due to this harassment it causes Cat Noir to be extremely afraid of adult men because of the fear that they could sexually abused and harassed him even tho they're not gonna do it but Cat Noir was and is traumatized by this experiences it made him think they would do it without excepting it but he didn't want to be around grown men and not even his male aids he can't trust but everytime a grown men sit next to Cat Noir, he would cry because he amused they would molest him.

"Operation saving Cat Noir from a child molester"

In October of 2013, 12-year-old Marinette Dupain-Cheng was looking for the 10th and last child to be sold to a pedophile but it was no luck, until a random guy shows up to Marinette and tell her where that kid is but once she found him passed out on the floor, it turns out he's the boy that Ladybug was talking about and he was wearing a black tank crop top-like shirt and a blacker granny panties-like undergarments although he was underweight and severely malnourished. After Marinette notice the poor living conditions Cat Noir was in, she decide to take Cat Noir to the hospital immediately to get medical attention, once she and Cat Noir got to the hospital everyone knew Cat Noir was one of 10 children who were sold to pedophiles by their parents for money and were sexually abused. When Cat Noir woke up in a hospital bed, he sees Marinette and went speechless because he didn't know how to interact with people very well and Cat Noir mistaken Marinette for Ladybug because she and Ladybug looked like and because Cat Noir is insane-like crazy, he's unable to know the difference so it went like this

Cat Noir after he woke up: *seeing Marinette* Ladybug?

Marinette: no i'm not Ladybug🤔.

Cat Noir: *confused* then who are you?

Marinette: my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, what's your name?

Cat Noir: *realizing* wait Marinette as in Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best baker in Paris?

Marinette: yes

Cat Noir: nice to meet you Marinette🙂😄😊.

Marinette: same here😁.

Cat Noir: well then i'm Cat Noir Athanase Blake-Kyle.

Marinette: *realizing* wait your Cat Noir? As in Cat Noir Athanase Blake-Kyle, son of a seamstress prostitute?

Cat Noir: *sigh* yes I'm the son of a hooker who steals your man for no reason😓.

Marinette: so what's with the outfit you were wearing?

Cat Noir: I work as a stripper and a sex slave😣😖😟��.

Marinette: why?

Cat Noir: to help my mom make ends meet.

Marinette: I get it but why as a stripper or sex slave?

Cat Noir: I had no choice but to be a sex slave stripper and because my mom wanted me to work in the sex industry due to me having a material of being someone's object or toy.

Marinette: so what you're basically someone's property or something?

Cat Noir: yes i'm nothing but everyone's "favorite" little toy to "play" and have "fun" with.

Marinette: were you uncomfortable with it?

Cat Noir: honestly yes because I don't wanna hook up with someone I don't know for money.

Marinette: so you were forced to do this against your will?

Cat Noir: yes exactly that's what it is.

Cat Noir: *bursting into tears* then 3 years ago, I was 9 years old when my mom sold me to an artist for money😭.

Marinette: wait how old are you now?

Cat Noir: *stops crying and sniff* I just turn 12 not so long ago.

Marinette: i'm 12 too.

Cat Noir: wait so we're the same age then?

Marinette: yeah

Cat Noir: What a coincidence.

Marinette: We're born in the same year but just 2 months apart.

Cat Noir: What do you mean by "we're born in the same year but just 2 months apart"?

Cat Noir: When is your birthday?

Marinette: My birthday is on July 22, 2001 and yours?

Cat Noir: interesting my is on September 25, 2001.

Cat Noir: *realizing* you're right we're born 2 months apart.

Marinette: that's right

Cat Noir: What does it mean?

Marinette: it means i'm 2 months older than you and you're 2 months younger than me.

Cat Noir: make sense

Cat Noir: But I was born 2 months premature.

Marinette: What do you mean "2 months premature"?

Cat Noir: I was originally suppose to be born on November 25, 2001 but I came out 2 months premature.

Marinette: Oh so you're a preemie?

Cat Noir: yes

Cat Noir: *arms and legs starting to shake uncontrollably*

Marinette: are you okay?

Cat Noir: *arms and legs still shaking uncontrollably* yeah why?

Marinette: because why are your arms and legs shaking-like crazy?

Cat Noir: *arms and legs still shaking uncontrollably-like crazy hard* sorry I have tremors.

Marinette: Tremors?

Cat Noir: Yeah I still have tremors since birth but sometimes i'll get seizures.

Marinette: Oh that it explains while we were on our way to the hospital, your whole body and head was shaking for 3 minutes.

Marinette: *realizes while reading facts on the article called "Crack babies" on the internet* are you a crack baby or something?

Cat Noir: Crack baby?

Marinette: Yeah are you?

Cat Noir: What's a crack baby?

Marinette: A crack baby is a baby born to a crack addict mother who used crack cocaine during pregnancy.

Marinette but you're a 12-year-old boy who still have seizures and tremors.

Marinette: so I guess you're a crack kid.

Cat Noir: What's a crack kid?

Marinette: A crack kid is when a mother who smokes crack while having a kid, when the kid is born it will be a crack baby/retarded or have problems.

Marinette: So that's what you are, a crack kid because your mother smoke crack cocaine while she was carrying you in the womb.

Cat Noir: it's not the only thing have because of my mommy's neglection action.

Marinette: What do you mean?

Cat Noir: mommy is not just a drug addict but she's also an alcoholic and smoker too.

Marinette: I look at a picture of your brain and I realize your brain is small , malformed , severely damaged and is permanent damage in your brain.

Then after that Marinette took care of Cat Noir in the hospital by being a mother figure towards him with her maternal instincts because it is something Cat Noir's mother never done before since she always ignoring him and Cat Noir needed a good parental figures and guidance in his life due to having bad parents, he doesn't know better but then again Marinette knew Cat Noir has a hard time understanding other people and everything around him in general.

Cat Noir is an autistic individual who can't understand everyone's social cues very well due to lack of interaction he barely had. Cat Noir was diagnosed with Low-functioning Autism , Asperger's Syndrome and Severe Autism or Level 3 Autism since he was 5 weeks old and due to his diagnosis, he has troubles of looking people in the eye , having interacting with others , living up to everyone's expectations of him what he should or shouldn't do including Ladybug's expectation of him how he should or shouldn't act when he's in public or when it comes to Ladybug forcing him , understanding boundaries or personal space , asking people what he wants or permission or where he wants to go , understanding sarcasm , when other people's jokes or when they're joking or when others don't understand his jokes.

Is Ladybug really convinctive , manipulative and abusive towards Cat Noir?

Ladybug and Cat Noir have been friends since 3rd grade but as they got older it was Ladybug who outgrown Cat Noir because she's more mature than Cat Noir due to him being immature , childish and baby-like but one of her other friends told Ladybug she's better off with someone who's more mature not someone who's baby-like person who can't handle "big kids" stuff and she frequently prefers hanging out with mature guys than Cat Noir so she decide to avoid Cat Noir at all cost and she forced him to grow up to act his age so their so called "friendship" isn't ruined in fact she verbally abused him for not maturing and acting his age in which Ladybug would yell at him and insulting his baby-like personality. Ladybug convinced Cat Noir his imaginations are real and she does it so often that the more she convinces him, the more Cat Noir believes it but then it got to the point where Cat Noir thinks everything he believes in his imaginations are a reality. Through every episodes of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, Ladybug gets easily annoyed with Cat Noir's childish-babyish personality even tho he acts like a child or baby at times, he can't help it and be he's pressured to be "normal" , "average" and "perfect" that it's starting to stressed him out. In the New York special, Ladybug is excited to go to New York City with her classmates for French-American Friendship Week but she realizes she needs to tell Cat Noir about her absence and she gave cat plush toy with a ladybug-printed remote bottom on it but Cat Noir presses the remote button several times in excitement, making the toy in Ladybug's hand squeak and he presses the remote button again which it made Ladybug groan in annoyance. But when Cat Noir was in New York City, Ladybug was angry at him because he's suppose to be in Paris and is too insane-like crazy to come due to the risk of being put into a mental asylum or hospital.

Altho this is a big theory, it's obvious Cat Noir has a problem and why it seems unreal so I hope like it.

[emmettspeakz]

Gotta Love DnD, Victor

Love Victor fanfic

Summary: It’s a week after Victor has come out to his family and a few friends, but they haven’t really acknowledged it one way or another. Desperate to help get his friend’s mind off of his family’s reaction (or lack of a reaction) to his coming out, Felix designs a DnD campaign that Victor, Bram, and Simon can play, with Felix as the DM. Fun and crazy stuff ensues. 

Hope y’all enjoy <3

“So how do we do this? All I got are dice.” Bram asks through Felix’s computer screen, holding lime-green crystal dice up to the camera. He and Simon are sitting on the couch in the middle of their apartment, with no space between them. Victor couldn’t help but feel like they were the perfect couple, and hoped that one day Benji and him could be the same way.

It was the weekend after Victor had come out to his family and they had started acting like he hadn’t said anything at all. Victor felt like right now that was for the best, as he didn’t really wanna talk about it anymore either. Things were weird with Mia and Lake, because although she had declared her love for Felix, Lake wasn’t talking to Victor at all, in solidarity and die-hard friendship fashion for Mia. Benji had sent him sweet text messages this week like “hang in there” or “hair looks great today bud” and that would help a bit, but also Victor couldn’t shake the feelings of regret and pain away. That’s how this weekend had happened. Felix had insisted they play DnD to get his mind off things. But because Victor and Felix couldn’t afford to go back to New York, they were somehow trying to do DnD through Skype. It wasn’t working all that well, but god damn it if Felix wasn’t gonna let Victor mope around his house anymore.

“It’s not that difficult now that you guys told me what classes you wanted to be. I think you all should give your characters names though. It’s not creative if you’re just Victor and Bram and Simon.”

Simon gave Felix a look through the webcam, raising his eyebrows.

“No offense.” Felix replied, awkwardly. Felix had moved all the newspapers his mother had collected into the supply closet to make room on the coffee table for DnD, but the closet had reached capacity and Victor worried it would comically burst open like their lives were a part of a cartoon.

“Nice to meet you two by the way. You guys...are—”

While Felix was talking, the couple maintained eye contact with him as Simon rested his head on Bram’s shoulder.

“Right, okay.”

“Felix! You know they’re boyfriends!” Victor called out, sounding more like his teasing self than he has all week.

“I still can’t believe that you never told me you went to New York! The Big Apple? Times Square? You know how much I love Broadway!”

“Well you guys will just have to come visit us again sometime.” Bram suggested, putting his arm around his boyfriend affectionately.

“Alright so let’s start.” Victor said, not wanting to be reminded of the trip that made him lie to his then-girlfriend.

“Okay, so Bram you’re a paladin—” Felix began before he was cut off.

“Paladin? I’m definitely not just brawns!” Bram protested.

“You picked your character!” Victor laughed.

“I know but I think I’m a bit more of a—”

“No, no, no, no. I sent you a character sheet, you filled it out and sent it back to me and then I added the modifiers and all the technical stuff and sent it back to you, so it’s finalized!” Felix said, all his words jumbled together in a long string, sounding hyperactive as usual. “Now,” Felix continued, grabbing a D20 die from on top of his brown coffee table. “Let’s do this.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don’t know much about DnD, but I do know that the DM can’t play too.” Victor said, grabbing Felix’s hand tightly.

“Oh c’mon, let me play Victor! I need this! I haven’t seen Lake in—”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t remind me. Just roll dice when you’re supposed to, DM Felix.”

“Fine, fine, fine, fine,” Felix said, moving a hand through his hair. “Let’s start with this.”

He had four plastic figures, three of them representing Bram, Simon, Victor, and then one representing a figure that Felix started to describe as the Demigorgon before Victor told him to pick something else ‘cause that was “too Stranger Things”.

“Wait, wait, wait. Which character am I again?” Simon interjected before playing had even begun.

“You’re the warlock, the one with a staff, represented by the purple figure on the table.” Felix explained briskly so they could move onto actual gameplay. Simon nodded in understanding and sat back on the couch, letting Felix do his thing.

“Anyway, this big—” Felix met Victor’s gaze “—monster straight out of the movie Alien—”

Victor couldn’t help but laugh, not about Felix’s uncreativeness or lack of forethought about monsters, but the fact that he was the only straight boy in this group and he happened to somehow be the nerdiest one of all four of them.

“You mean gay out of the movie alien?” Simon asked, thinking the same thing Victor was. Victor, Bram, and Simon burst into laughter and all Felix could do was bite his lip awkwardly at the joke.

“Okay so Boris the Brave, Seamus the Strong, and Vladimir the Valiant—”

“Wait, those are our names?” Bram asked, chuckling.

“You guys didn’t pick your names so I made something up on the spot. Now stop interrupting!”

Simon and Bram put their hands up defensively, almost at the same time and Victor chuckled at that. Watching them over the call, Victor was just in awe by them. He guessed that when you were in a relationship for 2+ years, you started acting like the other person. It was weirdly sweet and Victor couldn’t get enough of it. This was what it was supposed to be like to love someone like he did. Maybe one day him and Benji would be that close, would be so love that they were in total sync. It sucked that he was jealous of them, but he was.

“So you guys are traveling through this cave and this big monster thing that looks like it’s from Alien jumps out and lunges at you. Bram, your action.”

“Uh, can I throw Simon at it?”

“Hey!”

“You can if you’d like.” Felix responds. But Bram is shaking his head.

“Can I sing to it?” Victor jokes, smiling brighter than he has in days, his cheeks burning. And when Felix glares at him he simply responds, “What? Isn’t that all that Bards can do in battle?”

“Y’know what, roll for that.”

“For what?”

“Performance! C’mon, you know this! I went over it with you every single day this week during lunch!”

Victor chuckles as Felix puts his blue die into his hand. Victor gives it a good shake before he throws it onto the table.

“10.”

Fellix then takes his own die and rolls his own number.

“I got 15, so that did not hit. The Alien is still awake, and none of its stats have been altered.”

“Nice try Victor!” Simon said encouragingly, before turning to his boyfriend. “Maybe this is a job for a paladin?”

“Okay, I’ll try. Um, I’m going to attack the Alien with my sword.”

“Okay, roll for strength, then add your modifier from your character sheet.” Felix said.

Bram ironically cracked his knuckles before taking his die and rolling, which both Victor and Simon found amusing.

“Uh, 14. Plus my strength modifier which is +2.”

“Okay, you definitely hit it. Now roll for damage given.”

Bram looked blankly at Felix.

“Just, roll the die again to see how much damage you deal on the Alien.”

“Oh, gotcha.”

Bram rolls again.

“Uh, 9. Is that with the modifier still or no?”

“Not this time, but you’ve dealt 9d sword damage to the Alien, which means you’ve been spotted and Simon’s character can’t use his stealth to get away anymore.”

“What? We could’ve snuck around it?” Bram grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“It’s an open-world kind of game, man. You gotta think outside of the box.” Felix replied pointedly. Bram sighed and handed the die to Simon, who chose to roll for dexterity, to run away from the alien.

“Isn’t Bram the athlete?” Victor teases him.

“Yeah! But you’re just gonna run away from the alien and leave us to die from it?”

“No! If this works, I’m gonna go find the next village and see if there’s anyone who can help us.”

“Alright, roll for that.” Felix says.

Simon shakes the die like Bram did, but with a bit more vigor and then throws it down on his coffee table.

“Uh…it’s a nat 20!” Simon cheers, but he looks nervous.

“I’m trusting you here!” Felix reminds him. “I can’t actually see your die, but you better be honest with me!”

“It’s a one.” Bram informs his DM, looking scared at what outcome this will yield as he grabs Simon’s arm and squeezes it tightly toward his body.

“Bram!”

“Simon, they’re our friends! We can’t lie to them!”

“Fine,” Simon grumbles. “I just hope we’re not screwed now.”

“So Simon, since you got rolled a 1, you’re getting the energy to run away and then slip and fall and yell, ‘fuck!’ just as loudly as you can, so now the Alien has turned on you.”

“Oh shit!” Simon yells, almost proving Felix’s point.

It takes a little while before anyone knows what to do to stop the monster, and since it’s the afternoon and the boys haven’t eaten anything, they take a break for some pizza delivery before going back to the game.

“I’m gonna try to hit it again.” Bram says when they sit back down to it. It’s been hours since they started the game and all they’ve done is fight this one monster, but Victor doesn’t care. He hasn’t thought a bit about what going back to his house is gonna be like and frankly he doesn’t care. He’s enjoying this nerdy time with his friends and wish it could never stop.

“Roll for strength.”

Bram does.

“Ugh, 3!”

“Is that with or without the modifier?” Felix asks. Luckily it’s without.

“So 5? That does not hit. Now you’ve made the Alien all angry though.”

“Ugh, what now?”

“Victor, your turn again.” Felix tells him, handing him his blue die. “What’s your action?”

“I’m gonna see if maybe I can appeal to a nearby animal for help.” Victor says, sounding just like a bard. Felix can’t help but laugh, but it’s a sound strategy, as nothing else has worked out for them yet.

“Roll for performance.” Felix says.

Victor shakes the die and then drops it onto the table. It moves around and around like a spinning top. It’s moving so fast, but at one point it looks like it’s gonna be a nat 20 before it tips the opposite direction. Victor sighs in disappointment before he realizes it has landed on 18.

“What, no way!” Victor cries out, holding his hands up high towards the ceiling. “That’s a nat 20 right?”

“Well, it is a 20, but not a natural 20. You definitely got some animal’s attention. A wolf-bat hybrid creature comes out of its den in the cave and you ask it to help you and your friends get out of the cave. And it’s happy you asked it for help, so it starts leading you out of the cave and away from the alien. Just then—”

“What? Just then, nothing. I rolled a 20, you can’t have something happen to us now!” Victor cries out.

“It’s my game, I can do whatever I want.” Felix replies his voice light and teasing.

“There’s a sudden earthquake and huge rocks start falling down upon all of you. All of you roll for dexterity to get out of the way of the falling rocks and catch up with the wolf-bat hybrid to get to safety.”

Simon rolls, then Bram and Victor roll simultaneously. Simon rolls a 7, Bram a 13, and Victor gets an 11.

“Since Bram made it above 12, he has to help Simon out of the cave after he gets hit on the back of the head once with a rock. Victor leads the group to safety with the help of the wolf-bat hybrid and it’s on to the next village. End of game 1.”

“Wow! What an awesome game Felix!” Bram remarks.

“This was really fun you guys,” Simon agrees, speaking into the webcam as if he was meeting Felix and Victor’s gazes directly. “Hopefully we can do it again next time when we’re in Atlanta.”

“Wait, you mean, you guys are coming to visit US?” Victor asks, incredulous. He can’t believe his ears.

“Yeah, you came to visit us, it’s only fair we do the same thing. Besides, Bram wants to get some pointers from the coach about how to coach middle school kids.”

“Might wanna choose a different gym teacher to learn from,” Felix tells him, smiling.

“Whatever, we wanna see you guys, and introduce you to our friends Leah and Abby too. We’re all coming back for a homecoming type thing, even our friend Nick is gonna be there. It’s not for at least a month, but we’ll be up there soon, I promise. And as always, we’re here if you need anything, Victor.”

“Thanks you guys. I can’t wait to see you guys in person again.” Victor says, and he’s definitely gushing. They used to be strangers to him, but now he can’t imagine life without their support. They’re like his fairy gay fathers or something. Victor laughs at that prospect, but it’s an accurate name for them.

“Nice meeting you Felix! Great game! Talk to you guys soon!” Bram says, and the call goes out.

“They’re really great.” Felix says, almost absentmindedly.

“Yeah,” Victor says, fully registering how he feels towards all the new friends he’s made in the last few weeks, and a warm, welcoming feeling filling up his stomach, almost like the butterflies that welled up in his chest when he kissed Benji. Only this was different. This was purely platonic. Victor’s family life might not be what he’d like it to be right now, but his social life was better than it ever was in Texas. What’s more, he was finally living his true life, his gay self, and he felt better than he had in days.

“Yeah, they’re pretty great.”

[sweetiepie08]

Rebelz Chapter 5

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

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(thought I posted this a month ago, but either I forgot or it got eaten by the tumblr void.)

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.  Chapter 9. Chapter 10.

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Jerry had just smashed Tom’s foot with a hammer when Dib realized he was watching the robot’s cartoons more than he was watching the house. He’d been staring at these screens all day. Tak hadn't shown up at all. Zim did turn up for a few minutes, but that was hours ago and he hadn't come back since. There were no fights, no screams, no explosions, or at least not that Dib could see. The only noteworthy thing that happened was Zim choking on a soda. Was there really nothing going on?

His eyes drifted to the clock. 6:30 already? He'd just wasted most of his day watching old cartoons through a security feed. His stomach rumbled reminding him he hadn't eaten since noon.

Dib looked back at his monitors. Tom chased Jerry around the room. Jerry ducked into his mousehole and Tom rammed his face into the wall. The robot laughed. Dib’s stomach rumbled again. The idea of a break started to sound appealing.

“Hey Gaz,” he called hitting the record button, “You hungry?”

“Yeah,” she called back.

“You want to order a pizza?” He slid off his chair and started out of the room. “I was thinking we could have dinner while we watched that documentary.”

He headed downstairs and found Gaz in the kitchen. She already had the phone in one hand in the Pizza Factory menu in the other. “I'm thinking Peppers and onions,” she said, not dialing the phone.

“How about sausage?

Her face twisted in disgust. “No pork.”

“Okay, fair enough,” he conceded. That shadow hog thing still weighed on his conscience. “Cheddar cheese? Oh, and get garlic bread.”

Gaz nodded and put the phone to her ear.

Dib smiled. It actually felt good to be out of that room. This break would be good for him. He’d get some food in his stomach and watch something he’d been waiting to see. Then he could get back to surveying the base later. Besides, with the camera recording, he wouldn’t miss a thing, if anything even happened.  After all, he got nothing all day. What could he miss in a few hours?

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Gir laughed every time the cat on TV let out that loud yelp. He liked the yelling. It reminded him of someone. And it was funny.

As he laughed, another robot walked into the room. Gir looked over. A new friend? Maybe. Did master build it? Nah, he would have said something. Wait, he remembered this thing. This was Tak’s robot. What was it doing here? Oh yeah, they friends now. She gave him a present. They must be over to play.

“Want some nachos?” Gir asked.

Tak’s robot lifted its head and looked curiously at the nachos. What was wrong? Maybe it didn't know what nachos were for.

“You do it like this,” he said stuffing a handful in his mouth.

Tak’s robot just stood there. It still didn't get it. “Here, let me help.” Gir got off the couch, walked over to the other robot, and smushed a handful of nachos in its face.

Tak’s robot wiped the nachos away and shook off the remaining cheese. It’s eyes narrowed and glowed red. Oh it looked mad. Maybe it would start yelling at him. But it didn’t.

Oh wait! He got it now! “Hey, you don't gots no mouth,” Gir said, leaning real close to get a good look at the robot’s face. “That's not right. You need a mouth for nachos.”

This was a problem. If it was going to be his friend, it needed a mouth for snacks. “Oh, I know!” Gir screamed. He ran for the trash can/elevator. He'd seen master go down this way earlier. Master could build a mouth. “This way! This way!” He dove head first down the elevator shaft and Tak’s robot followed him.

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“No, it's not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it's not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it's not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it's not! It's not!” Tak shouted. The can in her hand spilled gignzor on the ground as she gestured wildly. “You cannot tell me! You cannot tell me Foodcourtia is worse than Dirt!”

“It is! It definitely is!” Zim yelled back, punctuating each sentence by slapping the computer control panel.

“It's definitely not!” She slapped the control panel as well. “Dirt is a garbage planet made out of garbage! Everywhere you go, it's garbage! Everywhere you look, it's garbage! You close your eyes and, still, all you can see is garbage!”

“But there's no customers! Zim countered, flinging his empty can across the room. “No one screaming at you all day! No one yelling because their order is late, or cold, or they got the wrong thing! No one saying they want blogrings on the side, but they won't tell you on the side of what. But when you guess, they start yelling! And you're trying every side you can think of, but nothing works! And sometimes they still haunt your thoughts late at night!” He grabbed Tak’s shoulders and shook her. “What side did he want, Tak? What side did he want?!” He kept shaking until she slapped him away.

The sound of a “Whee-hoo” came from the ceiling. It got progressively louder until Gir splat-landed face-first on the floor. Tak’s Sir unit slinked gracefully down and landed beside him.

Gir sprang to his feet. “My friend needs a nacho hole,” he said pointing at the other robot.

“MiMi,” Tak commanded, “Get away from that pile of junk.” The SIR unit nodded and slink to her side.

“Hey!” Zim pointed an accusing finger at her. “You don't get to call my Gir junk!”

“Yeah!” Gir screamed.

Tak smirked. “I built Mimi myself out of spare parts and she’s still more advanced than the standard SIR units issued to the invaders.”

“Well I got a mouth!” Gir shot back.

“Yeah!” Zim shouted. “Hey wait, does your SIR unit talk?”

“No,” Tak sighed. “I couldn't find a functioning vocal chip on Dirt.”

Suddenly, Zim’s computer made an alert sound. “Sir,” computer said, “there is an incoming transmission from the Massive.”

Zim's hands flew to his head. “Oh no, the Tallest can't see me drunk.”

“The Tallest can't see me at all,” Tak added.

“Well, get out of frame, then.”

Tak scooped up Mimi and they ducked under the control panel. Zim tried shaking a bit of his drunkenness off. It didn’t seem to do much, but he answered the call anyway. An Irken in a navigator’s uniform appeared on the screen.

“Um, Invader Zim?” the navigator said, putting a strange emphasis on Zim’s title.

“Yeah,” Heh, he said ‘invader’ funny… Wait a second. “Hey, you're not The Tallest. What is this?”

“The Tallest are very busy at the moment,” the navigator replied. “A traitor has been identified.”

“Traitor? Pfft…” Zim waved his hand. “I don't know anything about a traitor, definitely not one with any conspiracies.” I am nailing this nonchalant performance.

“Uh, you wouldn't.” The navigator said, raising an eyelid. “A notice went out to all Irkens on planet or in the Armada. I've been tasked with informing all those out-of-range to be on the lookout for her.” He paused. “What was that about a conspiracy?”

“Nothing. I said I didn't know anything about a conspiracy, remember?” Totally nailing it.

“Yeah, but why would you bring it up in the first place?”

Shoot. He was asking too many questions. Better get rid of him. “Yes, yes. Anyway, I got your message,” Zim dismissed, reaching to cut off the transmission. “I'll be sure to look out for Tak. Now you can move on to-”

“Wait, I never said the traitor's name.”

His hand froze. Fuck “Uh, yes you did.”

“No, I didn't.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No. I didn't.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn't!” The navigator shouted impatiently. “And I can playback this conversation to prove it.”

Zim started to sweat as he contemplated his next move. Before he could say anything, however, Gir dove under the control panel.

“Found you!” Gir squealed.

“What was that?” The navigator asked.

“My SIR unit,” Zim answered. “He lost his… uh… contact lenses!”

“SIR units don't wear contact lenses.”

“Your turn to hide.” Gir said. Zim could hear a scuffle going on.

“No, stop.” Tak whisper-shouted. “Stop pushing me, you metallic hunk of-” Tak flew out from under the control panel and landed on the floor with an “omf.”

No, no, no, no, no! Zim slapped a big fake grin on his face. “As I was saying, I'll be on the lookout for that traitor and I’ll get back to you if I see her. Bye!” Zim cut the transmission and the screen went black. He let out a long breath. “I don't think they suspect a thing.”

Tak got up and brushed herself off. She glared daggers at him and snarled, a retort forming on her lips. Before she could speak, the entire base shook violently, knocking them off their feet.

“What's happening?” Zim struggled to stand up, but another shake sent him back to the floor. The base continued to rumble and, with each new quake, the room shrank in size, along with the tech in it.

“You idiot!” Tak shouted, managing to pull herself up. “It's cubification!”

Zim blinked. “Uhh…”

She scowled and rolled her eyes.” When The Tallest believe an invasion has been compromised beyond salvation, the remotely cubify the base, destroying all evidence and crushing any organic matter left inside.”

“I knew that.” Zim jumped to his feet. “Why are you explaining things I already know?”

“You moron, were going to be squashed!” Tak screamed, grabbing the front of his tunic. “And I refuse to let my cells mix with yours!” She threw him down and called, “Mimi!”

Tak’s loyal SIR unit slid up to her side. Mimi saluted, wrapped her arms around Tak, and flew them both up the elevator shaft.

“Gir!” Zim commanded. “Get us out of here!”

Gir bounced up. His eyes flashed red as he gave a salute. He then ignited the propulsion jets in his feet, flung Zim onto his back, and rocketed them up the elevator shaft.

As they flew to the house level, the walls around them closed in at a steadily rapid rate. It became a tight squeeze toward the top. Zim’s waist became stuck in the trash can lid for a moment before he managed to wiggle out.

By the time he made it to the living room, the ceiling was only a few feet overhead. Tak pulled at the doorknob with all her weight, but it wouldn't budge. She let out a cry of frustration and her laser cutters unfurled from her PAK. The lasers on all four tips joined into one large square of energy which blasted a hole in the wall. However, that hole shrunk just as quickly as the rest of the house.

Tak dove through and MiMi followed. Zim looked around for his service unit who was busy giggling and bouncing off of the encroaching walls. “Gir, quickly!” he commanded, pointing to the hole. Gir launched himself through, squealing. Zim followed after, feeling the ceiling brush the tip of his antenna on his way out.

He landed on his hands and knees on the lawn. Once he gathered himself, he turned to watch as his beautiful base crushed itself into a cube about the size of an Urth child’s alphabet block.

Zim’s mouth hung open. “Six years on this miserable ball of filth,” he murmured, scooting up to the teal cube on his knees. “Now look at you.” He flopped face-first on the yard and made pitiful noises. Gir sat down next to him and patted him on the back.

“Get over it, Zim,” Tak grumbled, activating her human disguise. “At least you still have a ship. Mine’s crushed in there with everything else.”

“Everything?” Zim snapped up. “Wait, where’s Minimoose?”

“NYAH,” Minimoose squeaked as he floated into Zim’s line of vision.”

Zim jumped up and threw his arms around his creation. “Yeah! Minimoose! I knew I shouldn't have to worry about you.”

“Quit hugging the moose, Zim,” Tak snapped. “In case you haven't noticed, we have a real problem here. We're stuck on this dirtball with no shelter, no resources, nowhere to go, and we're out of gingzor.”

“Yeah, well, whose fault is that?” Zim retorted, stomping up to his ship. He reached in, pulled out a spare dog suit, and flung it out Gir. He then began applying his human disguise and he continued. “My base would be fine right now if they didn't catch you hiding out in there.”

“Well they wouldn't have caught me if you could control your sorry excuse for a SIR unit,” Tak shot back.

“Hey!” Zim jumped down from his ship. “Gir is a specialized unit! Operating him takes a deft hand. Simply shouting out commands won't do.”

“why? because then he'd work properly?” Tak smirked.

Zim let out an exaggerated gasp. “How dare?! I just lied my butt off for you and you repay me by insulting my Gir?”

“Oh yes,” she scoffed, “thank you so much for blurting out my name before they even told you who the traitor was. You are a true master of deception.”

Zim put on a smug, mocking grin. “You're welcome.”

Tak growled and kicked nearby rock into the street. After letting out an huff, she turned back to him. “Well, you've been on this planet longer than any other advanced species. Where is a good place to lay low?”

Zim thought about this as he picked up the teal cube and turned it around in his hands. His base wasn't completely destroyed. Everything shrunk as it was being cubified. Perhaps it was all still in there. If he could reverse the effect… “It'll have to be a place with access to a lab. With the proper tools, I could possibly find a way to get my base up and running again.”

“Oh! I know! I know!” Gir squealed, jumping on Zim’s back.

“No, Gir. We're not doing that.”

“But… but…”

“No, Gir,” Zim said again, crossing his arms. “I won't allow my pride to sink that low.”

“But we've done it before,” Gir pointed out.

“Hmm? What's he talking about?” Tak asked sternly.

“Doesn't matter.” Zim answered, waving a dismissive hand at her. “It's not an option.”

“Yes it is,” Gir argued.

“Zim…” Tak growled, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up to her eye level. “Where is it?”

[-]

Gaz flipped open the pizza box and steam rose off the hot, fresh cheese. Dib reached into the takeout bag. The garlic bread was still hot, too. He bit into a slice, enjoying the warm, steamy goodness and hoping the documentary wouldn't bring up any cow disembowelment's while he was eating.

This was shaping up to be a pretty good evening. Good documentary, good food, and he and his sister were just chilling together. There were no fights, no aliens (except the ones in the documentary, of course), no plans for world domination, no nothing. Just pizza, sibling bonding, and the dulcet tones of the narrator explaining bizarre happenings in Utah.

Gaz was right. He needed to take breaks more often. In fact, he was pretty content to spend the rest of the night relaxing. He could do without dealing with Irken nonsense for one night.

[kileyrose-2003]

Dan Torrance x Daughter! Reader

A/N: Hi lovelies. This imagine was requested by @iamstrangerthanfiction I hope you enjoy this hun and are having a good day!

Wendy Torrance was definitely not the proudest mother in the world when 16 year old Danny Torrance came home from school with the news of "You're going to be a grandma." From his ex girlfriend.

"So she's keeping the baby I take it?" Wendy hummed as she read her book on the sofa, cigarette in hand despite the news of her new found and fastly growing cancer.

"Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Wendy looked at her son. "She doesn't want the baby."

"..if you have something you want to ask me or tell me Danny, just outright say it." She put the cigarette out, not wanting him to see her dismay.

"I told her I'd keep the baby." She slammed the book down on the sofa. "You did what?! Danny, how are you supposed to go to school or make a living for yourself? College is the big thing now."

"I know but mom, I didn't really plan on going to college and if I don't take the baby then she's going to go into foster care and I can't do that. It doesn't feel right."

Wendy sighed and patted the cushion next to her on the sofa. "Danny, come here." She hummed.

He sat down next to his mother and held her hand in his own. "You're sure you want to do this? You're fully ready to take care of this child?"

"Mom, I've never been more sure of anything. I know it'll be a little bit hard at first but I know I can do it."

"I just..look, you've been through alot of trauma. We've been through a lot of trauma and you've done really good the past couple of years with coping and I don't want you to lose that. I don't want you to end up like your father." Wendy tried to reason.

"I would never do that mom, I promise. You trust me, right?" Dan smiled at her. "You know I do Danny, but it's also my job to protect you. If you're sure this is what you want, then I'm with you every step of the way but I just don't want something bad to happen and have something happen to the child because that wouldn't be fair to them."

"I've got it mom, I promise." Dan was right, he did have it together for the first couple of years in your life.

He loved being a father to you. The day you were born was the happiest day of your life. He could still remember the warmth and excitement he felt the first time he held you. Your little hands gripped onto his shirt as you snuggled close to his chest in your sleep. A gesture of love from a completely new person that meant so much to him.

"She's beautiful." He told Wendy, memorizing every feature of your face from your long baby eyelashes to Y/c/h.

Wendy smiled and nodded. "What did Y/m/n decide to name her?" She thought you looked surreal, almost like a doll. "Y/n." He hummed softly and kissed the top of your head.

For the first 3 years of your life there was never a moment that Dan ever made you feel unloved. Even on the nights he had to work he always made sure even if you were asleep, he'd come in and kiss you good night or spend some time with you in the early morning hours before he had to go work, watching whatever cartoon it was that you liked but then he just changed.

Slowly but surely the smell of liquor would be on Dan's breath when he came in from work and the amount of goodnight kisses you recieved began to decrease.

"You need to control yourself." Wendy told him as she stood outside her bedroom, scolding her drunk son the same way she would her husband.

"She's three and she's starting to pick up on things and is like you with the weird radios." She was referring to yours and your father's shine.

"I'm sorry mom, I just can't handle it..what am I going to do when you're not hear to help me?" Dan looked tired between work and taking Wendy back and forth to Chemotherapy.

"Danny, we knew this was probably going to happen anyway. The world is a hospice full of fresh air. No matter what happens to me that little girl needs you. You're the only thing she's got. You understand?"

"Yeah mom..I understand." But he didn't and soon enough, he became an out of control alcoholic.

You had the mind set of an adult from the time you were about four years old and Dan hated it. You seen him do things that some people in their forties hadn't even seen.

He felt ashamed knowing that he was doing the same thing to you that his father did to him but he couldn't take it. Dan didn't want to be born like this. It wasn't his fault if he got his shine from lord knows who and how just nothing took it away besides the drink but the drink took him as well.

Your grandmother tried to make it as smooth as she could for you but it was hard. "Your father loves you." She told you as she laid in her bed, the black death flies hoarding over her face.

"What he has, whatever Dick called it, you have it too. Your daddy never tells me what he sees but I know it bothers him." She coughed slightly. "I think that's why he does what he does. It absolutely doesn't excuse him but he's got a lot on his shoulders, sweetie. So do you."

"I know Nana." You hummed softly and gently held her hand. You looked her in the eye despite the hoard of flies. "I just wanna help him feel better though.."

Wendy smiled at you, the flies on her hands began to slowly crawl up your face. "I know you do honey..and you will one day. You're such a sweet girl."

You smiled and gently hugged her, climbing up in bed next to her. "Thanks Nana. I love you." She kissed the top of your. "I love you too Y/n/n. I'm not going to be around much longer so you've got to keep an eye on your daddy for me.."

It was only 2 weeks later that Wendy died. Your father was actually home when it happened. Sleeping of a hangover from whatever liquor it was that decided to take him the previous night.

Your father didn't cry but you cried. You cried not only for the loss but also because you knew somewhere inside that things were going to get way worse before they got better.

You didn't go to the funeral and neither did your father. You could still remember him standing in your room, packing your bags quickly day of the funeral. It was one of the rare times he wasn't drunk in the early hours of the morning.

"Where are we going?" You asked softly, your long Y/c/h flowing down your shoulder in little pigtails that your cousin did for you the previous night.

"A little trip." He told you, throwing one of your pink dresses your grandmother sowed you into a large bag. "The front door is locked, right?"

You nodded. "Good, because we got to get out of here before Aunt Jackie gets back." He scrambled to find more of your possessions. "I can't lose you too..you're my sunshine."

The words hit you hard and you didn't know what to even say or think. Before you had time to fully process, your father threw you over his shoulder. Putting you and your possessions into the car. You buried your face into your little y/f/c blanket you had since you were a baby and sobbed.

Dan never wanted so much just to hold you and pepper your little cheeks in kisses and tell you everything was going to be okay but he also had that same gut feeling it wasn't.

You both were right. It got way worse as time went on. You bounced from place to place, never being able to keep friends or tell people where you lived because it was always changing and on the rare nights your father actually was home, you couldn't even enjoy his presence.

You were always cleaning up the aftermaths of his hangovers or driving yourself into the ground with all the worrying you did.

Sometimes he'd sleep so deeply from all the liquor you would think the alcohol actually caught up to him and he poisoned himself. Leaving you alone in the mess of the world.

The worst was the women he brought home with him at times. They smelled of liquor and drugs and never stayed long because as much as your father wanted to play house you never went for it.

You'd scream at him. A thirteen year old telling a twenty nine year old that he was wrong but Dan didn't want to hear it.

He'd always try to apologize. Either wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and telling you he loved you over and over again or gave you things you didn't even think he had the money for to try and make it up to you but it didn't matter. The damage was too far done.

You were in a dark place all the time and dark things were attracted to you like a moth to a light.

Your shine grew and you slowly began to realize how dark and hungry the world was. People would eat you alive if they got the chance and the demons that visited you at night wanted too.

Wendy's spirit visited you ever so often as the years went to check in or give you some advice. The one night she visited, she found you standing above a suitcase, tears streaming down your face. You didn't look like a young girl. You looked tired and at the end of your rope.

"I guess I don't have to ask what you're doing then." She stated, her arms crossed as she watched you put what little you had into your bag.

"I'm sorry, Nana. I can't take it anymore." You stopped what you were doing and sat down on your small bed, not meeting her eyes.

"I can't do it anymore! Every day he just hurts me more and more and I don't want to be here when something does eventually happen to him because I won't be able to handle it.." You started sobbing and the ghost woman wrapped her arms around your tiny frame. Lacing her fingers through your knotted tresses.

"Do you at least have money to get somewhere?" She kissed the top of your head and sent soothing waves to you, trying to calm you.

"Yeah." You sniffled and nuzzled close to her. "I've been saving up for the past couple of months. I have a few hundred dollars. I don't know how far it'll get me but anything is better than here."

Wendy sighed and rubbed your back. "Just be careful please? There are people out there who eat what shine. Empty devils your dad was spared from but I don't know if you will be. Stay away from them. Can you promise me that Y/n?"

You nodded and looked up at her, yours tears starting to slow down in flow. "I promise Nana." She kissed your cheeks. "Good. You take care of yourself Y/n. You're a good person."

"I will. I love you Nana." You mumbled softly. "I love you too Y/n. I know you'll do what's right." When you looked up your grandmother was gone and you felt alone again.

You found the nearest bus and got on it with your suitcase in hand, taking it all the way up to New Hampshire where you found yourself in a tiny town called Anniston.

It looked so clean and nice and something just told you to get off there. You could smell the trees and salty waters from the nearby lakes and oceans. You were only there for a minute and you loved it.

Meanwhile as Dan came home to an empty apartment, aimlessly searching for you in places he thought you would be a middle age woman had already found you walking the streets and took you in. Saying "she knew your type."

She reminded you alot of your own grandmother from the way she spoke to how her tiny little apartment was set up.

She lived there by herself. Her husband, a mean old bastard, from what you could gather, died in the place a few years ago and her daughter, a pretty blonde girl with glowing blue eyes, ran off doing god knows what with god knows who when she was 15.

She wasn't as affectionate as your grandma was with you by all means but she treated you with respect and never asked questions about your past, which you liked. In her eyes, it was never her place to ask you at all and you never asked about hers in return.

She watched you grow from a skittish young girl to an independent woman and eventually graduate from high School and college with honors as y/c/m and everyone around you, including Wendy who's spirit you seen less and less of, was so proud of you.

For the first time in a while, you truly felt like everything was okay. Your shine became a gift. Not a curse. The demons that once haunted you didn't bother you anymore and you had a pen pal of sorts.

It started shortly before you entered college. You'd wake up in the morning and find little notes on the blackboard of your refrigerator or your dorm's window with smiley faces all over it or little messages telling you to have a good day and you'd write back every time. Signing 'Your friend Y/n.' You knew it couldn't of been someone messing with you because you lived by yourself in an honors dormitory at school and when you lived in the apartment, the woman you lived with never wrote anything on it.

You figured it was probably a random child around with the shine in the area. You did the same thing when you were little either accidentally writing things for your father to see with your shine or just plainly out of boredom. Having the shine made you feel lonely as a kid and you didn't want to have your little pen pal to grow up feeling the same way.

You didn't even know if she was 'little' anymore. She started writing to you right around when you turned 15 and you were 24 now so she had to be at least a preteen now.

It was a sunny Friday morning and you rolled out of bed like you normally would in that same sluggish, almost Frankenstein like way. You never were exactly a morning and even having the day off of work didn't make it any better.

You walked downstairs to the kitchen and giggled when you seen your dog sitting infront of the fridge confusedly. "It's been four years and you're still not used to it?" You asked aloud and gave him a gentle pet before reading today's message.

'I hope you have a good day today. I'm going to binge the next couple of episodes of RWBY after school and meet up with a friend. Had a rough night last night. Your friend, Abra.'

You picked up the piece of chalk. 'I'm sorry honey. You want to talk about it? And that sounds like fun! I'm probably going to go to the bookstore and get coffee. Your friend, Y/n.' You wrote back, putting a little heart below it and smiled.

You looked up at the clock and noticed it was past 11. "Well, better get a start on the day now then to start later.." You went go pour yourself a cup of coffee.

(They killed him.)

Your nearly tripped over your own two feet at the sound of your pen pals voice.

(Killed who, sweetie?)

(The Baseball Boy. It was the woman in the hat.)

Your blood ran cold as an image of a woman with startling beauty popped into your head. Her hands like bloody gloves and laughing at the poor little boy on the ground.

"Not real, not real.." You whispered aloud over and over but you knew she most definitely was. The blonde standing behind her tapped the hat woman's shoulder and she turned to look at your.

Your eyes went wide and she smiled at you graciously.

(Well, hi there!)

You dropped the pot of coffee and the hat woman was gone.

(Y/n? Are you okay?)

Your dog started freaking out and you shushed him. "Calm down, it okay." You started to pick up the glass with your hand.

(I don't know.)

(Can we meet after school?)

(I thought you were meeting with your friend.)

(I already did. I skipped school.)

(Abra!)

(I'm sorry Y/n. I just need someone who believes me right now. He believed me but he wouldn't do anything about it.)

She almost sounded like she was about to cry.

(Okay..okay but just this once, alright?)

(Thank you! Thank you so much Y/n.)

(You're welcome honey. Be safe, okay? You have a ride home from wherever you're at right?)

(Yeah, I'm going to take the bus home.)

You automatically thought of your bus ride to Anniston right after you ran away and how some of the men of it creeped you out and you cringed.

(Stay where you are.)

(Why?)

(Because I'm going to drive to wherever you're at to see you and then I'm driving you home. Please until you're at least old enough to drive, do not take a public by yourself anywhere again.)

(Y/n, you really don't have to do that.)

(For my peace of mind, yes I most definitely do. You're in Frazier, right?)

The mental sonar in your head was pinging loudly like a fire alarm.

(Yeah.)

(Alright, I'll be there in about 30 minutes just stay there.)

You finished picking the glass of the ground and quickly grabbed your cars, running out the car. Not even caring if you were still in your PJs.

You put the key in the ignition and the engine roared loudly as you peeled out of the driveway.

"Well, aren't you in a rush?" You nearly swurved onto the other side of the road as you looked at the back seat of your car.

"Nana?" You looked at Wendy in shock and she smiled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya but Dick said you'd need me."

"It's okay Nana..it's just been a while." You muttered, trying to focus on the road. She put her one hand on your shoulder and you instantly felt calmer.

"Thank you." She leaned forward and kissed your cheek. "You're welcome." Your eyes started to water a little bit. Wendy didn't look as worried anymore. She looked happy.

"Nana?" You asked softly. "Yeah honey?" She hummed. "Who's the woman in the hat?"

"She's an empty devil, like one's I told you about when you were younger. Why?" She eyed you gently.

"I seen her today." You responded. Wendy's grip on your shoulder tightened. "Stay away from Y/n. You and your father."

"Nana, I haven't seen dad in years." She wouldn't respond. "Just stay away from her!" The image of the baseball boy popped up in your head again and you screamed.

You pulled into the nearest spot you could find next to a sign that read 'Welcome to our Teenytown.' The ping in your head stopped but you felt tingly.

"She's around here somewhere." You muttered softly and carefully stepped out of the car. Looking all around you.

"Hi!" You jumped slightly and turned to this little preteen girl standing behind you. "..Abra?" You were bewildered. "That's me." She smiled and ran up to you, wrapping her arms around your middle. "It's so nice to meet you, Aunt Y/n!"

"..Nice to meet you too kiddo." You awkwardly patted her back and she giggled, but the laugh made you smile. The poor kid probably needed after what she seen last night. You knew you probably needed the hug.

She lead your over to a tiny park bench and you sat down next to her. "So what exactly is going on, kiddo?"

Abra recounted everything to you from the spoons at her birthday party all the way to The Baseball Boy.

"Wow..and you have another friend who knows all about this?" Abra nodded. "Yeah, Uncle Dan."

You immediately stiffened. "Uncle Dan?" You parroted. "Yeah, Uncle Dan. Y/n are you alright? You look a little upset."

"Yeah..I just..that's a name I haven't heard and seen in a long time." You reached inside your purse and grabbed a tissue.

Abra looked disappointed. "That's sad..he thinks about you alot."

"Does he? Tell me, is he healthy Abra?" Your voice began to shake and she nodded. "He thinks about you all the time and he misses you. Something about he blames himself but I didn't look at the far. It was bad enough I already peaked."

"Well, you tell Dan I'm very happy for him." You wiped your eyes off with the tissue and gave a tight lipped smile.

"Why don't you tell him yourself?" The question was innocent but you laughed coldly and shook your head. "He's not going to want to see me. Not after what I did." You hummed softly.

"That's not true and I know it. If he didn't want to see you he wouldn't be thinking about you all the time. What's the worst thing that could happen? He just doesn't answer his door?"

"Yeah.." You muttered. "I just don't want to get my hopes up."

'Because she doesn't understand what I meant by healthy and I see him drunk, that's going to be a whole other issue.' You thought to yourself.

"I promise. Nothing bad will happen. He just really misses you and wants you to come home."

You stared off into space at the sidewalk. "You know where he lives?"

A few minutes, Abra brought you inside an apartment complex on a tiny street corner. The building looked old but it was clean and way nicer than any of the other places you bounced around in growing up.

"His apartment is 4B." You turned to look at your little pen pal. "You're not coming with me?"

"No, Uncle Dan's friend lives here. I'm going to bug him for a ride home that way you don't have to drive me home."

You nodded and gave Abra a small hug. "Be safe, okay? And let me know you got home alright."

"I will, I promise." She gave you a small wave of dismissal and walked off to one of the other apartments in the building.

You took a deep breath and shakily made your way up the stairs. Setting your eye on 4B. You stood there for a few moments and looked at the before finally giving a small, hesitant knock.

What felt like an eternity later you could see the door knob jiggling and the old wooden door carefully opened.

"Can I help you mi-" Yours and your father's matching icy blue eyes met and you gave him a sheepish smile. "Hi dad.."

"H-hi Y/n." His eyes looked watery like he was about to cry. "Would you like to come in?" He offered and you nodded, taking a small step inside.

The apartment was tiny but it was clean and smelled nice. There wasn't a sign of alcohol anywhere. "You seem like you're doing well."

"Yeah..I am. I've been sober for about 8 years." He looked proud and so did you. "Good..I'm very happy for you."

"Yeah, it took a while but it did happen. When you left it kind of gave me an eye opener." You nodded solemnly.

"I missed you Y/n..alot." He rubbed the lower portion of his face and you bit your bottom lip. "I missed you too dad."

He held his arms open to you. "Can I give you a hug?" You nodded and very carefully walked towards him.

Your father wrapped his arms around you and you buried your head in his chest, melting into the warmth of the embrace.

His shirt smelled like fabric softener, a much more welcoming scent then you remembered from your childhood.

"I love you so much." Dan whispered and you started crying. "I-i love you too dad."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." You sobbed into your father's chest as he rocked back and forth in his arms.

"No Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry about. I pushed you away with my drinking and I was never there when you needed me. I was the fuck up." He continued to hold you close. Not believing you actually were standing there in his arms after all these years.

"I-i know but I hurt you and I feel awful for doing that because even as bad as it was I made you worry about me and you had stuff on your own plate.." You sniffled. "I don't deserve to be here."

He held your face in his hands, gently wiping your tears off with his thumbs. "Hey..hey. Don't say that. Because we both know that's not true."

(Even the times I screwed up and couldn't stand myself, I always wanted you. You were my sunshine.)

You nodded and breathed in, trying to calm yourself. "Okay..okay." He rubbed your back until you calmed down and afterwards sat next to you on the tiny sofa in his apartment, refusing to let go of your hand. Speaking in a hushed manner of the things you both seen and did in the gap of years you hadn't seen him.

"I seen her too, you know?" You looked up at him. "The Hat Woman?" You nodded. "She came to me today in my kitchen and waved to me..whatever they are. They're not human."

Dan said nothing and pulled you close to him. Kissing the top of your head. "Dad?" You looked up at him but didn't take your head off of his chest. "Yes sweetheart?"

"Do you think anything is going to happen to Abra?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know honey but as long we have each other we'll figure it out and she'll be okay. I promise. For now, all I know is I never want to let you go again. Especially with these sick fucks around."

He wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug you let out a content sigh, actually feeling at home for the first time in a while. "I love you dad."

Dan smiled softly, feeling the same way and kissed your cheeks. "I love you too sunshine. I'm so glad you're home.."

[natashaashleymarvelromanoff]

ISGYB - OneShots

Romanova

A few months after finally confessing their feelings, Natasha confesses something to steve, a secret she had been keeping to herself for a few years. But now she decided it was finally time to tell him who she really was.

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Its the middle of the night, the sky is consumed with darkness, the only light that could be seen from the window was the very few stars and the moon, which happened to be full this night and the flickering neon sign of the crappy motel they were staying in in the distance.

Two bodies lay on their bed, practically occupying one space since their bodies were pressed so close up against one another. The spy and soldier weren't asleep, just laying there, enjoying the embrace of each other. In the silence, the only sound that could be hears was the soft noise of the covers moving as steve slowly moved his arm up and down to caress Natasha's skin. 

As he laid on his back, she was pressed to his side, her right leg hooked over the top of him and her head resting on his chest, just below his shoulder. Under the covers, steves left hand felt along Natasha's skin as he caressed her thigh back and forth. He could still feel the heat coming off her as her breathing calmed down. 

 Turning his head slightly, Steve looked down upon Natasha's head. Her blonde hair was spilt across his skin, slightly tickling him as she moved. With his arm around her back, he shifted it so he could play with the blonde strands between his fingers. If he could lie there forever he would. Right here. Preferably with no worries in the world but still, just here with her. 

Just holding Natasha in his arms, the feel of her bare skin against his own after a passionate night. She was so soft, everything about her was, her hair, her eyes, her skin. She was perfect for him. Even the little things, her eyelashes and how long and curly they were, the very few faint freckles on her cheeks. He could lie there all day, just looking for more.

Natasha, whilst her head was on Steve's chest, was looking out of their little window, counting how many stars she could see, taking in the beauty of the moon, it had been a while since she got to enjoy something so simple. But as she stared at the moons glow, a thought entered her mind yet again. She had been having the same concerns and thoughts for a few weeks now, well 3 months to be specific. Ever since she and Steve had finally accepted their feelings and ended up together. 

After a few minutes of letting Steve play with her hair, and thinking over, she finally had the courage to speak. Ready to tell Steve whats he wanted him to know. It wasn't something concerning or bad, it was just another part of her life she wanted him to know. That he deserved to know about her. 

“There's something I wanna tell you. Something that I've never told anyone before.”

He doesn't flinch at the sound of her voice. But his eyes flicker toward her face, a slight frown in his brow at her words. 

“Okay, is everything alright?” She knows his frown is just his concern, and worry taking over him. In all honesty, Steve wore his heart on his sleeve. She knew he was happy to hear what she had to say, he loved to hear more about her. He never pushed her to reveal anything she didn't want to, he just let her come to him when she was ready. And this, well, it's possibly one of the biggest things she could ever tell him. Tell anybody about herself. 

Lifting her head, Natasha turned her body towards him, just so she was laid on top of him with her elbow beneath her for support. Once she was steady, she took her right hand and gently placed it on the middle of his brow, softening out the crease between them. Softening the frown he was pulling.

“Yeah, it's fine, don't worry. You remember at Peggy's funeral when I told you that when I left after shield fell, I found my parents graves?” Steve gives her a little nod, he thought he was good as concealing his emotions but his face showed everything. He couldn't help but pull a slight frown at the memory. He was glad she found information about them but he wished it could have been better than just finding their graves. 

“Yeah. I remember. You said you left some flowers right?”

“Yeah, I pulled some weeds… it's just... When I found them, they were old, really old.” her eyes shifted away, looking across the room, trying to avoid his eyes. She was nervous, he could tell just by the way her voice got quieter.

“Well, considering you were a child when they were killed they would have been.” he could understand, of course, they would be old wouldn't they? She was just a child when she was taken, maybe its the realisation that they were dead all this time that has her more quiet than normal.

But as soon as his thought left his mind, her eyes shift back to him instantly, her head lifting up a little more. 

“No Steve. I mean really, really old. Not just like 30 years. I mean more like 90.”

Steve's eyes narrow, the crease in his brow returning as he weighs the possible option of her words. 

“Wait… what are you saying?” The blonde spy lets out a breath. Finally ready to reveal all to the soldier. Trusting him with one of her biggest secrets. 

“Deep down I always had a feeling, some of my memories from growing don't make sense, especially since the RedRoom. I'm older than I look steve. A lot older. And it's not just that either. I was born Natalia Alianovna Romanova in 1923 to Ivan Petrikov and Anastasia Romanova. “

Steve's eyes widen in shock. From not only learning that Natasha was now in fact 93, but she was also only 5 years younger than him. But also to learn of her parent's names. One of which sounded extremely familiar to him. He wasn't stupid. He knew what connotations the name Romanova and Romanoff had. He had been born the same year the royal family had been killed and he'd heard countless teasings from Tony in their previous years towards the redhead. But he had never for one second even considered that maybe it was actually a possibility. That the Natasha who he had been best friends with and now his lover was royalty and even a princess. 

“Woah, wasn't that was the name of the princess that was assassinated though? I thought she was killed in 1918?” He had to ask. Just to make sure if that was what she was implying. Surely not, but could he really be naive not to believe this when he had only started to believe in gods and aliens in the past few years too?

She gave him a slight nod, her eyes wandering off as she explained to him. You could see her mind turning just thinking about it herself. 

“There was always speculation about it, that's why they made the cartoons romanticising it. But she did escape, married a man named Ivan, they had a baby, they managed to stay alive and hidden for a few years until i was around 4 or 5 and then the KGB found them. They found out that she was the missing princess and killed her along with my dad.

That's when they found me. They didn't know I existed, so when they saw a little girl hiding, they instantly knew that I was Anastasia's daughter. And what better girl to take to be one of their own agents and spies than the princess’s daughter. I was young enough so they could brainwash me. Make me do anything they wanted. Freeze me so they could keep me around for a long time….I was their best agent because they wanted me to be. They loved knowing that their best agent was missing royalty.” Her voice almost broke when she finished. 

The words ‘missing royalty’ was obviously making her slightly uncomfortable. But Natasha had been raised and brainwashed to believe she was nothing. That she didn't matter other than to complete a mission. but of course, over the years of knowing clint and even himself and the rest of the Avengers, they've assured her she was more than that, they helped her believe it but to learn about all of this on her own must have been heartwrenching and hard. And sharing this with him must be even harder to say. 

“Nat, I can't believe it. I'm so sorry about your family. You deserved so much better than what those people did to you. I guess you finally got closure though? You finally know what you wanted too. Even if it is shocking or scary.”

“Yeah, I did. There's always been a part of me that wondered. If they were still out there. If they were dead. And now I know, it did scare me at first. Even just thinking about who I am was too much. But I finally got my closure.”

Taking his hand that's wrapped around her. He brings it back up to her hair, stroking his fingers threw it as they sit in comfortable silence. With the feeling of her hair being played with, Natasha's eyes close whilst she enjoys it. She finally felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. 

But the peace she had found herself in didn't last long. She knew it was coming. The minute she had told him but she thought he'd wait a little longer. He just couldn't help himself but teases her.

“So this kinda makes you a princess right?”

Keeping her eyes closed, Natasha lets out a large huff and drops her head onto his chest. The hint a smile making its way on her face. He really just can't help himself. 

Steve quickly catches a glimpse of her face and instantly starts to widen his smile himself. He throws his head back again, letting his head rest on the pillow as he teases her.

“Oh no, actually since Disney, is was Disney right? Made a film about it, your technically a Disney princess.”

Natasha let out a loud groan, instantly regretting ever saying anything. Lifting her head back up from his chest, she rests her chin there instead as she looks down at his face. 

“I'm going to kill you if you ever, ever. Call me that again.”

“Princess Natasha Romanoff. Gotta ring to it don't you think?” He really was asking for it. 

Shaking her head ever so slightly at him as he just grins up at her, she elbows him in the stomach, making him call out in an overdramatic yelp. But he stills lets out a laugh at her playful ways of attacking him. But before she can give him another hit he grabs both her wrists and flips her over, so he's finally the one on top. Once she's under him, she automatically wraps her legs around his hips but her arms remain pinned. She could get out if she wanted too but she quite enjoys the feel of Steve's weight above her, not to mention pinning her down. 

As she smirks up at him, he smiles back down, his long hair falling into his eyes. She was never one for cliches but she could have sworn his eyes sparkled as he looked down at her, even with the darkness of the room. 

“In all seriousness, I'm glad you told me, that you trusted me with this. But does this mean I can make old lady jokes too?” Natasha laughed. And not just a chuckle, but a laugh that from the belly. Did he really think he'd be able to get away with making old lady jokes? He was dreaming.

“Absolutely not.”  

“Okay okay, I'm sorry, it's just not every day i find out I'm lying on top of a Russian princess.” Dipping his head, he burrows into her neck, quickly nibbling his way up her skin until he reaches her ears. Making her mouth open and her eyes close. He was trying to sweet-talk her, and he obviously knew how to get on her good side, and how to also tease her in the process. So she just let out a defeated huff, took back her hands from his grip and ran them through his hair and she pulled him closer until their lips were touching.

“I really regret telling you now.”

 As steve smiled at the blonde, he quickly filled the space between them and captured her lips into a kiss. Making a small moan come from her lips. They would have carried on but the two were both exhausted. Instead, after a while, they both pulled apart and Steve wrapped her up in his arms, her back to his chest as he buried his face into the back of her neck. Breathing in the scent of her hair until he eventually fell asleep with his grip tight on her. Natasha also fell asleep soon after Steve too. She felt safe with him. Being cradled in his arms, protecting her and feeling his warmth keeping her relaxed. Sometimes she couldn't believe they had ended up together. That she was this lucky to have him as hers. And she was even luckier that Steve would accept her no matter what, whether he thought she was just a nobody who was raised to be a killer or that she was really the daughter of the most famous princess of Russia. In the end, she knew he didn't care where she came from, he just cared about who she was now. Natasha Romanoff. And she was his. 

[wilted3sunflowers]

who?

get ready cause this is like the only thing i will very much despise and if someones been my friends for years they know who i am talking about because eventually, i will rant about it when i recall how much i hate what happened in the series. This is purely for me.

Berry. From tokyo fucking mew mew a la mode spin off. This is a spin off manga from the manga/anime Tokyo mew mew, and i will set something straight, this is purely from spite and pettiness from formative years that ive just let be my only source of genuine disdain regarding a media work i liked for just such silly reasons but now i get to talk about it and pour my salt! 

Okay so, imagine youre like a young preteen or whatever, you had a anime you liked watching in just passing cause you never paid attention to TV schedules so you never knew what was on ever, ofc you found the 4kids dubbed anime considering it was early 00s and your sister had the computer more than you could, but finally youre older, you get more computer time cause your sister has her own by now and you can read fanfiction and look at fanart of a series you liked, even, gasp, rewatching the anime and this time with subs and realizing a lot of things were different [along with watching episodes in 5 different parts on youtube and struggling to find them all to make a complete episode]

You keep encountering a character or two in fanfictions, youve never heard of them, berry? who? Ringu who? You look them up and more so just find sparse images cause what was wikis back then? you think i actually looked things up like that? The logical conclusion for me was, these are just popular fan characters [Again mind you, this is even before the english release was in 2013, like there was even less Berry art and so fanart i saw of her w the cast was like ‘oh someones self insert’] 

And of course, Tokyo Mew Mew, not the most widely known and definitely didn’t have a very….mature audience for English speakers. So of course the fanfics were quite honestly, shit, amateur garbage of angsty preteens wanting to be angsty teens and edgy and the worst part, having the designated bitch mean girl to ruin the protagonist of the stories life so they can write their revenge porn. So guess who that girl was. Berry. So shes already at a huge disadvantage of me liking her, already thinking shes just a popular fan character to hate on and what not because people liked the main cast too much to actually make one of them the antagonists of the fanfic

Now for me totally digging into the fucking series itself, i still havent read knowing i will just not have a good time because ill be like this is booooooooring i want my old cast back. So instead of reading it, i wikied it and the characters and ngl ive done this multiple times, still refreshes how much i dont like it 

The problem with berry:

1. Berry is the protagonist of a continuation of the tokyo mew mew franchise, which okay but the bad part is, this isn’t like just new characters in a familiar scenario but now just in a different place too. Majority of the cast is cast from the main story 

2. Berry just literally waltzed into the place, got zapped by the machine that gave the mews their powers but UH OOHHH she got TWO animal genes in her now Shes a rabbit AND a C A T [like ichigo! but a DIFFERENT cat], instead of the usual one. SO SPECIAL, SO UNIQUE. And she gets to be LEADER of the mews, this fucking ROOKIE. Not to mention, like the regular cast from the first mews are there, you know the girls that had a couple years to get shit on lock and know what theyre doing. and you think Mint and Zakuro at the least would even let some new Rookie would come in and just take leadership role? I dont fucking think so. The worst part is, Ichigo comes back in the story, and doesn’t take back leadership, like thats the most self insert shit this whole girls just been a huge culmination of all the shit thatd make a character mary sue in the early 00s of a fan character. It blows my mind this is a actual legit canon character. I dont give a shit if people out there making “mary sues” get out of my face, people have fun. Its the fact This Is A Canon Protagonist of a spin off, with the old cast

3. WHY THE FUCK IS HER NAME BERRY AND SHES CREAM COLORED. I do not get it, it doesn’t follow the themeing at all, and frankly, the only other new mew in the series is this girl Ringu, who despite having penguin DNA doesnt have a single fucking animal thing about her like cowards and her outfit looks more like her name [apple] and not even trying to give her tuxedo look if you ARENT GOING TO MAKE RINGU THE PENGUIN HAVE ANYTHING PHYSICALLY PENGUIN YOU COWARDS. Its a shit design. no ifs ands or buts. i hate it.

4. This one doesn’t deal with berry but with the series because appearently despite the original mechanics of making things mutate basically. THE ALIENS ARENT EVEN THE MAIN BAD GUYS NOR ARE THEY REALLY IN THE STORY. THE ANTAGONISTS ARE JUST SOME RICH WHITE BASTARD KIDS WHO THINK THE WORLDS BORING. THATS NOT INTERESTING. ALIENS TRYING TO TAKE THE EARTH BACK [they left after a series of disasters that almost led to their extinction] AFTER LEAVING BECAUSE THEIR NEW PLANET IS IN SHAMBLES AND THEYRE BARELY SURVIVING AND THEY FEEL THE HUMANS ARE JUST DESTROYING THE EARTH [it was basically like any other 90s cartoon about planet health ngl] IS MORE COMPELLING AND INTERESTING THAN THIS SHIT. 

To sum up, i hate berry so much because of how i was 1. introduced to her 2. learned more about her 3. her looks and naming that dont even fucking align with ANYONE in the damn series. Seriously why is a rabbit/cat girl thats white colored not even called Creme or something ?? why the fuck is her name berries…….. 4. who the fuck lets a rookie be leader 5. I hate when series try to make a new side thing but basically take all the old characters to come back and only slap in like a few new characters like i didnt want this, esp if youre not changing up the original dynamic of the characters, Not Mint or Zakuro or even a shocker like Lettuce or Pudding steps up to try and be leader while Ichigo is off w her BF for school stuff. No you make a rookie whos ‘very special’ be the new leader and then another new bih cause well, guess you cant just put in ONE new mew and only have new antagonists 6. if youre doing a spin off/continuation you either give us the cast in a new setting and change up a few things to we can explore new dynamics OR give us basically a WHOLE new cast to see how they fall into place and hell even be foils for old cast to compare and see how different or similar things are 

to put it bluntly this all seems very…..

half - baked 

[ bad um tss ]

me @ Berry