#(and as stated bouncing ideas and observations off him is a Huge part of how Any of this thinking exists. thank u forever frankie)

[anonymouspuzzler]

While I know it isn't fully your AU, how did poor Cali fair the events of Psychonauts 2 in your take on the Uncle Cally AU?

i saved this ask for Ages because I wanted to draw something big and bold for it! i didn't do that but i DID draw this that got the energy across and will say a lot of words in an order under the cut!!

[Image ID: A black-and-white digital ink drawing of Caligosto from Frankie and Puzz's "Uncle Cally" AU. He is wearing large round glasses like his childhood self, has shoulder-length shaggy hair with a kerchief tied in it, an Aquato Circus unitard with baggy shorts over it, knee-high laced boots, a high-collared shawl, fingerless gloves, and an elbow-to-wrist sleeve on his right arm only. He is drawn in a sketchy, inky style, staring directly at the viewer ominously, standing with his arms held at his sides, hands splayed out menacingly. There are numerous telekinetic hands around him. End ID.]

so my interpretation of Uncle Cally changed a lot post-Psychonauts 2, understandably, and as always whenever I talk Uncle Cally I have to give enormous credit to Friend of Frankie for 1) coming up with and selling me on the idea in the first place, and 2) always being so game to bounce ideas off each other in ways that allowed me to cook on pretty much everything I'm about to say. but more or less, I took what was already in this version of Cal (taking on work that was morally ambiguous at best and using his psychic powers in an effort to protect his family from the many unseen-yet-implied Enemies Of The Aquatos) and reinterpreted that with what Psychonauts 2 then elaborated on with regards to the Aquatos' history and particularly Nona, and where I landed was this:

Cal, post-Psychonauts 2, realizes he was being put down a path to become a successor to Maligula.

Not intentionally, mind. It couldn't be - Nona didn't remember that part of her life, not consciously. but Cal always did get flashes of a different Nona when it was just the two of them - a Nona that insisted he had to use his powers to keep Augustus safe, that he had a responsibility to protect the family no matter the cost. a more haunted Nona. and Cal took it all to heart, doing things he knew were wrong for the sake of protecting his family. even by the point of Psychonauts 1 and RoR, when the things he was doing started backfiring and getting his own family involved and endangered, I think he thought it was a terrible fluke, that he still believed he was doing the wrong things for the right reasons.

and then, you know. he finds out about Maligula. how Lucrecia became Maligula in the name of using her powers to protect her country and her family; how what little fragments were left of her had been feeding Cal that same logic and leading him down the same path. I think it made him horrified and angry, at Nona and even moreso at himself, and left him grappling with how he could deal with that hurt and betrayal without just... continuing to worsen the harm that had already been done to everyone involved. much like Augustus, he has to kinda retreat and spend a lot of time mulling things over, and in some ways I think he does take it even harder. (it definitely makes him finally turn his back on any further work as "Dr. Loboto", and I think maybe between that + Raz's involvement + his little kinda sorta crush on Oleander he starts considering work with the Psychonauts in the aftermath of Everything.)

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part six

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 5

Warning: swearing, mild sexual content

Things between Negan and Y/N seemed to be going along well as the days went by. The more time Negan spent with Y/N, the more he was proving to be trustworthy.

“Still can’t believe you got ‘em to agree to letting me work with scissors” Negan remarks while the two of you were busy working.

“Actually… they don’t know about it. I trust you Negan. I trust that you won’t use it to harm me or anyone else” you confess.

“Well ain't you the lil rule breaker!” Negan snickers in amusement. “Well, the rules were rather vague. And I was told I have free range when it came to keeping you busy” you state matter-of-factly.

A huge shit-eating grin then crosses Negan face at your comment. “Free range to keep me busy you say?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?” you stare at him in confusion. “Well, I have a great idea of how you could keep me busy-” Negan smirks at you.

You stare at him, brow raised in question, “which is what exactly?”

“Maybe you and I can get a little freaky deaky action going on to keep ourselves busy-” Negan bounces his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“Negan!” you try and reprimand him but fail miserably when you can’t hold a straight face and you end up bursting out in laughter.

“What? It’s an idea to think about, don’t ya think?” Negan bites at his bottom lip as he innocently smirks at you.

“Even if the thought has crossed mind, not that I’m saying it did… It would be impossible in this situation because anyone could just walk in and catch us” you reply.

“I’m sure we could figure a little something, something out” Negan tries to persuade you. “Negan… No.” you shake your head at him while chuckling.

“But seriously, you can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about” Negan stares at you through hooded eyes.

Feeling slightly affected by what Negan said and knowing it was the truth, you try to find the words to respond to him. “I- uh…” you then pause for a second. Letting out a heavy sigh, you return his stare, “I have thought about it, yes. Honestly, I’m attracted to you Negan, very much so.”

Negan tilts his head to the side as he stares deeply into your eyes, “so what’s stopping you from reacting on it.”

“Negan… I enjoy the time we spend together and honestly, I don’t want to do anything that might put that at jeopardy” you tell him and he nods his head in understanding.

Later That Evening

Negan and you were in the midst of playing monopoly yet again when he ends up landing on the Chance card drawing space.

Picking up a card from the deck, Negan begins moving it back and forth in front of his face while squinting heavily at it in concentration, “for fucks sake! I can’t make shit out of what this thing says.”

With furrowed brows you stare at Negan while trying to figure out what he was on about, then it finally hits you. “Negan… do you have problems with your eyesight?”

“Well, aren’t you pretty observant Warden-” Negan sarcastically replies, lowering the card down to look at you. “Yeah, I do. Unfucking-fortunately I didn’t get the chance to run back home and grab my reading glasses before they threw into this shithole.”

“Where are ya off to? It’s still early and we’re in the middle of a game here” Negan questions you when you suddenly hop out from your seat and head for the basement door.

“Just hold that thought for one minute-” you reply, “I have a way that might help your problem” and quickly disappear out the door.

A few minutes later you arrive back with medium sized crate. “What’s that ya got there?” Negan raises a brow in question.

“This might hold the remedy to the difficulty you have with reading at the moment” you explain to him as you place the crate on the table.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Negan nervously stares at you when you open the cell door, leaving it wide open to pick up the crate again.

“It’ll be much easier to work this way” you state placing the crate on the bed.

“If someone catches you inside my cell without me being in cuffs you'll be in deep shit!” Negan looks panickily to the widow.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Everyone’s turned in for the evening and no one will come this way at this time in any case” you shrug off Negan’s concerns.

Walking up to the window to have a look outside, Negan lets out a heavy sigh and turns back towards you frowning. “Y/N, I’m being fucking serious here. If they catch you in here with me, they’ll pull you from this job and I don’t want that because I really like having you around.”

Walking up to Negan, you gently place a hand against his cheek, “don’t worry... they won’t pull me from this job. As a matter of fact, no one else wanted it, they couldn’t be happier not having to come down here. Haven’t you noticed there’s never anyone that comes to check up on us.”

You suddenly realize how terrible what you just said sounded when seeing the look of sadness in Negan’s eyes as he silently stares down at you. “Oh my God Negan! I didn’t mean to say it that way.”

Negan gives a faint smile then, “it’s ok Warden. I know everyone here hates me and can barely stand to be around me.”

“Well, that’s their fucking loss then. I don’t hate you and I quite enjoy my time spent with you” you try and console him. “Come on. I have something that will cheer you up,” you grab hold of his hand and lead him towards the bed.

You take a seat at the one end of the bed and Negan at the other end, the crate sitting in-between the two of you.

“You don’t know this, but I can’t see shit from far without glasses and need them for reading too” you confess to Negan, opening the crate for him to see what was in it.

“Are those what I fucking think they are?” Negan excitedly stares at the multiple eyeglass cases inside of the crate.

Confirming with a nod of your head, you smile at his excitement, “why don’t you have a look and see if any of them are a match for your prescription.”

“So, whaddya think?” Negan dramatically poses for you with a pink pair of glasses.

“I think they look adorable on you. But maybe you should try to read with them first and see if they will work for you-” you giggle out at his antics.

Opening up a book, Negan tests them out. “Aw, they’re too weak. I actually fucking liked ‘em” Negan seems genuinely disappointed while you try not to burst out with laughter.

After the second try, Negan picks a black think framed pair, “perfect! I can actually see what I’m fucking reading now.”

Placing the crate on the floor, you move in closer to Negan as he continues reading with the eagerness of a five-year-old enjoying a candy treat they shouldn’t be having.

“Glad to be of service then-” you nudge him with your shoulder.

Finally, having snapped out of his excitement, Negan’s focus turns to you. The two of you then procced to silently stare at each other as if in some sort of trance.

You eventually blink when Negan slowly closes the book and removes the glasses from his face, doing so without breaking eye contact with you.

You continue to stare with bated breath at those hypnotic hazel eyes, trying to decipher what was going in that busy mind of Negan’s.

“Ne-” you were about to speak up but you get cut off when Negan suddenly tips down and kisses you.

At first you were caught off guard but end up thrusting your fingers into Negan’s hair as you begin to return the kiss, causing him to groan into your mouth with approval.

Things soon become even more heated as you drop your hand down to slide them up under Negan’s t-shirt, slowly caressing your palms over the hot flesh of his abdomen.

Wanting to feel and see more of him, you grip the end of the t-shirt and begin to pull it up in order to remove it from his body. Negan breaks the kiss, lifting his arms up to allow you to pull his t-shirt off.

You find yourself mesmerized at how Godly perfect Negan’s body was as you try to commit this image of him to memory.

Gently you trace your fingers over the tattoos that were scattered across his body, reaching forward to place a kiss on the one that was placed over his heart. Negan then lets out a sharp hiss as if being burnt by it.

Grabbing hold of your face, Negan pulls your lips back up towards his again and with a deep lust filled growl; trusts his tongue deep into your mouth.

You savourily wrap your arms around Negan’s neck as you return the kiss with the same vigour as him, willingly allowing Negan to push you down onto the bed.

You let out a tiny whimper when you suddenly feel the warmth of Negan’s big hands touching your abdomen as he caresses the flesh underneath your shirt.

Negan’s pulls away slightly to look into your eyes, a silent request in his hazel ones as he wait for your answer. With a soft smile, you nod your head yes.

Gently Negan begins to unbutton your shirt one at a time, his head moving lower and lower as he kisses a trail down each bit of exposed skin.

You suddenly let out a gasp when Negan takes a sharp nip at your stomach, then after licking a circle around your navel.

Not being able to take the torture anymore, you grab hold of his hair in order to drag his head back up.

Negan’s lips recapture yours in a hot kiss and soon your hands are reaching for the front opening of his pants.

You had just gotten the zipper down when suddenly there was a noise heard from outside, causing Negan to immediately break the kiss and catapulting himself off of you and the bed.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” you stare in confusion at a heavily breathing Negan.

“There someone outside” Negan anxiously looks between the window and basement door.

Letting out a sigh, “it’s probably just someone walking by-” you tell him.

“Maybe you should go back upstairs before someone decides to come down here and catches us like this” Negan stammers nervously.

With a heavy sigh, you get up from the bed and reach out to him, “Negan- it’s ok. No one is coming down here.”

You pull Negan down to you for a kiss and he returns it. Letting out a small groan, Negan pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours in order to look into your eyes, fear in his own. “Y/N, I’m serious. I don’t want them taking the time we spend together away if they caught us.”

“Ok-” you let out a sigh of disappointment. You press one last kiss against Negan’s lips before pulling yourself away from him.

Negan holds the cell door open for you to exit it as you were carrying the crate. You place the crate onto the table and turn towards Negan.

Negan gives you a faint smile as he stares back at you. Going up to him, you kiss Negan one last time and lock the cell door then.

“Goodnight Negan-” you softly bid him goodnight for the evening and make your way for the basement door.

“Goodnight Warden…” Negan calls back out to you, taking a seat on his bed as he watches you walk out the door.

Part7

Tag list: @rockey258​ @ultrasweetnephilim

A/N: I found it quite odd that in during Negan's jail time he was reading without glasses and yet in Here's Negan it was shown that Negan needed and had reading glasses. Which made me wonder how did the guy even know what the heck he was reading. So, I decided to fix that little problem for him.

[widow-maximov]

It’s You

Pairing: Wanda x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, some fluff and angst, sexual suggestion.

Summary: Y/n thinks she has met the one until she joins the Avengers..

Word Count: 6.8K

Part 1, Part 2

Before being an Avenger, you were practically nothing but some part time vigilante whilst working full time to earn enough that would last you a whole week, you saved a few people from robbers and muggings which made you feel a little bit better about yourself, I mean not that you ever doubted yourself but knowing that you could help others whilst never having that protection during your youth times was rewarding in a way.

That’s how you have met your girlfriend, you saved her from couple of guys trying to rob her when she was working, it was also the time you discovered you had powers, you are able to control peoples minds and rewind time just enough to avoid any injuries.

It feels like it happened yesterday, you went to buy yourself a coffee from a new café that just opened up recently when suddenly there was a gun shot and a lot of screams along with some shouting telling people to get on the ground, you did that and watched the whole event unfold before your eyes.

At first it was them waving their weapons to scare people around them and demand money but as soon as they got what they wanted, they planned to at least kill someone and that was the girl behind the counter, who was scared shitless, she tried not to show it but when he pointed his gun at her and had the most disturbing smirk across his face, how could she not be, he pulled the trigger and you jumped out reaching out to the girl when everything stopped and time went back that’s when you ended up in the same place couple minutes before the men arrive.

You looked around to see if you were dreaming but before you could practically be amazed at your new ability, you jumped into action, running to the front door as the girl behind the counter looked at you funny, trying to stop you but you didn’t listen. You held the door and told her to call the police, you saw those men standing outside looking at you as they pointed a gun at you, you knew they would shoot so you ducked but held the door like your life depended on it.

For your luck the girl called the police and just when you were about to let go of the door and have them shoot you right there and then, the police surrounded all of the men with guns in their hands and with a huge sigh you let go of the door and fell back onto the floor to rest.

They were arrested and after giving your statement to the police, of course you had to lie mostly about how you knew it was going to happen, you said you had a bad feeling and figured something would happen, they were just happy they didn’t have any runners to extend their time on a case that would end up being forgotten.

The girl approached you with a small smile across her face “Hey.. I just wanted to thank you for doing that.. You saved not only me but a lot of people inside too.”

You smiled at her “It’s really not a problem, I’m just glad no one was hurt”

You reached your hand towards her “I’m Y/n” she shook your hand and replied “Olivia”

And that’s how it all started, you came by the café more often just to see her and she was happy to see you either way, she knew your order by heart and always had it ready for you. She liked your company so you stayed until you finished your coffee and was on your way, you gathered the courage and finally asked her out which she eagerly agree to. The first date wasn’t fancy but it was perfect, it was short which wasn’t a big deal and following that you had a few more dates before starting dating, eventually couple years in things started to be more than good, that’s when you decided you wanted to move in with her.

It was all perfect, you felt like nothing could go wrong but that was until you was caught trying to do your part time vigilante work by Iron Man, he dragged you to the Avenger tower to Nick Fury and he offered you a place within the team as he saw potential within you. You was taken back but agreed to join, you rushed back home as you weren’t needed until the team was back since they went off on a mission, and waited for your girlfriend to get back from work, she was an assistant for some big company so she was mostly busy but she always loved listening to your day to take the stress off her mind.

Even though you wanted to tell her everything, she didn’t know you was the vigilante, she knew you helped people out with your powers but you knew her opinion on hero'svigilantes, she hated it but was grateful for them as she felt safer within the city. You knew her intentions were pure but you had a different opinion.

You waited anxiously for her on the couch, bouncing your leg up and down from the nerves, you know her reaction will be something you wont like but this is huge for you. You will finally be able to help without hiding behind the whole vigilante ‘Time Breaker’ nickname the public made for you.

As soon as she walked in, she noticed your anxiousness “What’s wrong” She looked worried but you jumped up with a smile.

“I have news” Joy was practically dripping from you.

“I’m going to be on the team with the Avengers” You exclaimed with so much joy in your tone that you thought this somehow will make her be happy for you.

She dropped her bags and her face wasn’t like yours but with shock “What?”

“Well I helped someone out and Tony Stark caught me and dragged me to the Avenger tower and then I was offered a place in the team and I just took it”

“What?” She repeated herself as if you wasn’t talking in a language she would understand.

You looked at her confused and she finally spoke up from her shock state “You didn’t even think about considering this? You just took it without even consulting with me?”

You wanted to look confuse at her but you knew this would be her reaction “Olivia, come on you know how huge this will be-”

She interrupted you “You should’ve spoke to me about it as well.. We are a couple after all”

She took her bag and walked off towards your room as she closed the door behind her, usually when you have arguments you try to just listen each other out but when she shut the door you knew she didn’t want to listen to you so you just took your keys and walked out to give her some time to think about it and you made your way towards the tower again to meet the whole team.

The whole team was actually very welcoming when they heard about you joining, they all said that they have been watching you do your vigilante work and they were all pretty impressed. They gave me a room which you said you wont need but apparently its for long missions where you would have to be here for.

Everyone was excited to have a new member on their team and they all tried to show off their skills and abilities except this one redhead. You spoke with everyone and they all were chatting amongst each other so you took the opportunity to walk up to the redhead that was not far from yous.

She was sat at the bar, just paying attention to her drink, not really expecting anyone to approach her “Hello” you spoke up which made her jump a little.

She faced you and looked at the group of people who were just having usual banter “Shouldn’t you be over there with them?”

You leaned on the bar as you observed her “Probably but they are too busy with each other to even notice I am here”

She had a small smile across her lips as she traced the edge of the glass with her finger “Why are you here?”

“Well you are the only one who didn’t show what you can do”

She laughed “If I did that, I’m pretty sure the whole room would be upside down”

Something about this girl made you want to stick around, she was interesting and closed off a little which you didn’t mind. She was insanely beautiful and she was around your age which made you feel a little bit at ease to know that you aren’t the only young person there.

The only reason you didn’t know her was because she was new as well, she recently joined as well and felt a little bit left out as everyone in here already knew each other well enough to feel comfortable around them.

An idea popped in your head as you smiled “Pick a person and I will show you something”

She narrowed her eyes as she tried to figure out what you are trying to do “Okay? Steve Rogers”

You looked at him and called out “Steve!” His attention was now on you and you spoke up again “Do a chicken dance”

He looked confused and refused to do that, which you just shrugged your shoulders at and closed your eyes when you opened them they turned white and his too and suddenly he was dancing just like you wanted. The redhead had a smile across her face as she was amazed to what you could do, and so was everyone else in the room. You broke the trance and Steve stood there completely clueless as everyone around him laughed.

You looked at her “Okay now it’s your turn”

She just smirked as she blurted out couple seconds in “Bruce is disappointed as he wanted someone to join them with the same level of knowledge as him so he can have a partner”

You narrowed your eyes at her “How do I know you’re not making that up?”

She turned towards the group and spoke up “Bruce I can’t believe you are disappointed in our recent recruitment”

He looked so shocked “How did you- Get out of my head!” and you both just laughed.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n” You reached your hand towards her so she could shake it.

“Wanda Maximoff” She shook your hand with a small smile.

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Couple hours later

You came back home, it was late and you expected Olivia to be fast asleep but your unresolved argument kept her up. You walked through the door and that’s when Olivia came out from the bedroom worried about you.

“Y/n?” She called out as you walked further into the house and saw her with something in hand.

“Olivia? What are you doing?” You eyed the weapon she had in hand and she sighed with relief.

She shook her head “I didn’t think you would come back today so I thought someone was breaking in”

You knew she still had some PTSD from that café incident so you didn’t think much of it “Of course I was going to come back home.. Why are you up?”

You placed your keys down in your usual spot and walked over to her after she placed the object down near her “I couldn’t sleep”

You reached for her hand and held it tight “It’s okay, I’m here, just let me go toilet and we can just lay in bed until you fall asleep”

Even if you were upset with how she reacted, you loved her and wanted her to feel safe.

She nodded and you did just that, you went toilet and then you both laid in bed after you changed into something more comfortable to sleep in, she was laying on your chest cuddled tightly into your body as if you was going to disappear.

She looked up at you, you could see in her eyes something was eating her inside out “What’s wrong?”

She sighed and sat up, you mimicked her actions and turned on the little night lamp you had so you could see better “I wanted to talk about the disagreement we had earlier”

You nodded and she continued “I know my reaction to what you told me was upsetting but you know how worried I am already when you put your life at risk helping people out a little, I just don’t want to lose you”

She cupped your face with both of her hands “I love you and I don’t want you to think I won’t support you but I’m just worried”

“I know and I’m sorry I didn’t ask for time and told you about it before taking the place. I was just so excited I just don’t want to hide” You played with your ring on your thumb to calm your nerves down.

“I know and now, you can finally be more than just the ‘Time Breaker’ vigilante”

You looked up at her from your hands and she had a small smirk across her face “You knew?”

She nodded “Of course, I knew you would never pass the chance to do anything that could save peoples lives and just so you know I am proud of you”

You hugged her as she giggled from the sudden attack, she hugged you back and you both fell back to your original position and fell asleep couple minutes after.

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3 months later

During this time, you and your girlfriend were on good terms but with missions getting in the way you never had time for each other, even if she said she was proud of you for doing what you always wanted, you knew she is still upset about it which caused some arguments and you would usually just spend your days in your room at the Avenger tower watching anything to take your mind off Olivia.

Today was one of those days, you wanted to spend your 4 year anniversary with her before you had to travel to the compound for the mission but she had other plans for that day with her friends so you ended up walking out whilst she was getting dressed and ended up here.

Did she bother to call you? No, were you waiting for her to? Yes, you wanted her to say she’s sorry and that she actually had something planned for you but she was actually at a party because you saw her friends posting stuff on their social media.

You held the phone in your hand, staring at it waiting for it to light up and display an apologetic message from her but there was no luck, even though you was watching something, it just didn’t take your mind of her.

“Are you just going to stare at your phone all day?” A voice appeared from the door way which made you look.

You saw Wanda standing with her arms crossed and she gave you a smile as she walked over to you when you didn’t say anything “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged, you placed the phone on the night stand and sat up, not saying anything which Wanda took as an invitation to sit down near you.

Over the course of 2 months, you two were close friends but were still learning a lot about each other. For example during the team movie night, they all wanted to watch horror movies but you hated them. Of course you were teased for that but Wanda made sure they would choose something else. She wasn’t the only one who stuck by your side.

Natasha Romanoff did as well, she was quick to become your favourite person here, she was hilarious and could easily beat anyone here except Hulk because.. Well that dude is just not her size, though you could argue if it did come down to it. She loved playing pranks on the team and you soon become her partner in crime when it came to that, with your ability to control people’s minds you helped her do a lot of things like make people spill things or add too much spices to their food and watch them choke.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it but I can’t let you look this depressing. Come join me in the kitchen, I’m cooking dinner this time”

You raised your eyebrows at her to tease her “You cook?”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes “Of course I do. Now come on” She grabbed your hand, you took your phone with you and you two walked hand in hand towards the kitchen.

You help the Sokovian out a lot actually, even if you didn’t really had time to cook before but you always knew how to. When you would finish your part, you would just lean and watch her with admiration at how concentrate she was but you would snap out of it, reminding yourself that you were in a relationship.

She brought the spoon up to your face so your attention isn’t turned towards your phone “Here, taste it” which you did and your face lit up at the different taste.

“Good? Am I missing something?” She asked a little worried but you shook your head still trying to process how good her food is.

“No! Its perfect, not only you’re dead ass gorgeous but also an amazing cook” You were too memorized by the food to even think twice what you were saying.

She blushed and before you had time to even correct yourself she quickly changed the subject “So will you tell me what’s wrong?” She looked up from what she was doing at you.

You sighed and looked down at your phone to see nothing and decided to open up “Today is mine and Olivia’s 4 year anniversary but she decided to spend it with her friends instead”

“At least you’re not alone today..” She said with a small smile on her face, trying to light up the mood.

You nodded and she questioned “So what are you going to do?”

You shrugged “I’m not sure but I know one thing”

She looked confused to why you stopped and suddenly, your eyes turned white when Tony barged in with his eyes white, she looked at both of you and within seconds Tony got ahold of flour as he dumped it over the Sokovian witch.

You broke the trance and looked at Wanda who was covered in white from head to toe and Tony who was lost at how he even got here as he held an empty bag of flour in his hand.

You laughed as she used her powers to throw some of the flour on you but you went back in time and avoided the attack which made her chase you around the kitchen “I teach you how to cook a good meal and that’s how you repay me Y/n. You wait”

You knew she was going to do something and you were right, she made you freeze in place and had an egg held in her hand, you knew what she was going to do, she walked towards you with a smirk across her face.

“You have no way out, you can’t rewind or control anyone. The only fate here is the egg to be cracked on your head” The red mist entangled with her fingers controlling your captivity.

Tony was going to just walk out without protesting but she held him as well which made him speak up “What did I do?” He basically whined but Wanda didn’t care.

“For all I know you could get someone to help Y/n, so you’re staying here” She stated which made Tony shake his head “Actually I don’t care-”

She used her powers to stick a cloth inside his mouth so he would shut up, you was laughing at the whole thing but suddenly the egg turned into 10 which were floating in the air and were ready to be thrown at you but she was waiting.

“Come on Wands.. You don’t want to do this..” You tried your luck but she shook her head “Oh but I really do” and with that all those eggs aimed at you, covering you with the egg goo, she walked up closer as she held the last egg

“That’s for the flour” and she just cracked the egg on your head making it slowly run down your head which made her laugh and she let you go.

That was a mistake

What she didn’t notice was that you were planning to give it back to her, and suddenly your body collide with hers, holding her tight making sure she has some of that egg too. That’s when her eyes widen at how close yous are, making yous both blush and you let go off her, that’s when the rest of the team walks into the kitchen that’s covered in flour and egg shells.

“What in the world happened here” Someone exclaimed from the team, whilst Natasha laughed.

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The next day

You ended up in Wanda’s room after the dinner, Nat did join yous for a while to watch some sitcoms but she wasn’t really into that, so she left later on when Wanda was drifting to sleep.

Somehow you ended up falling asleep along with Wanda, yous must’ve shifted in your sleep as now Wanda is cuddled into you with her head resting on your chest.

She has been awake for some time but she didn’t want to move, risking waking you up and parting away from her. She enjoyed your company a little too much, she always wanted to be around you, you made her days better, especially when she is having a rough day, she always knows she can count on you and that’s what caused her to fall for you.

When you joined the Avengers, that night you met them all, she was a little sceptic rather than welcoming, she sat away to avoid any interaction with anyone from the team, she was still a lot more closed off than she is now and when you approached her she knew she could trust you, it was a gut feeling.

Finding out you were in a relationship kind of bothered Wanda but she brushed it off, especially since there was nothing she could do about it. The more she got to know you the more she liked you, you were like a golden retriever; Happy, beautiful, smart but if someone pissed you off you was like Natasha which was why Natasha found herself hanging out more with you than the rest of the team.

Wanda looked up from where she was, staring at your relaxed featured, just taking in how calm you looked, her heart melting at the sight of you.

“Watching me sleep creepy lady?” You asked still with your eyes closed.

She tensed when you suddenly spoke up but relaxed within seconds when she rolled her eyes at you “No?” She had a blush across her cheeks for being caught.

You smiled as your hand reached to your face to rub your eyes and stretch out “Mhm sure”

Your raspy voice in the morning will be Wanda’s favourite thing from now on. The only girl you ever had in bed (besides your ex girlfriends), was Olivia and now that Wanda is here with you is.. different. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t like it but you did, her embrace was comforting.

Yous decided it was best to get up and cook breakfast before the whole team wakes up. Well Wanda cooked breakfast whilst you quietly stare at her, drinking your coffee at the same time.

Natasha was the first one up from the rest of the team and ate Wanda’s breakfast, she wanted to spar with you so you agreed, it was a good idea to just get fired up before the mission. She was good and you needed some hand to hand combat skills in case your powers refuse you.

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Couple hours later

Travelling to a Hydra base wasn’t something everyone was thrilled about, the whole team was needed for no reason, you and Wanda could just take the whole place down with your powers but this mission was tricky, yous didn’t need to just beat them up but you needed their data and blow their base up, S.H.E.I.L.D. intel wasn’t the best, they barely gathered anything apart that this base had some dangerous weapons that’s why you were needed.

As soon as the whole team along with you jumped out of the Quinjet, you expected agents to be flooding the field but there was nothing. You was instructed to go near the base just in case they flooded out since you could rewind time, so just like that you started to approach the base.

You walked inside and there was no one there, you expected it to be heavily guarded but no one was seen, so you went further inside as you reached to your ear to inform the team, that’s when the guards made their way out and spotted you.

You pressed your ear so the team can hear you whilst you talk down the guards, just in case your powers failed so the team would be informed to help you “Look fellas, I’m here.. you are here. Can we not be buddies?”

You tried but they launched at you and you simply went back in time, just enough before they spotted you. You reached to your ear and spoke quietly “This must be a set up, the guards know we are here they are waiting for us to approach the base, I can sneak inside and just do the work quickly. Just wait for my signal”

The team agreed that you should do it but Wanda protested “No Y/n! Come back and let’s do this together”

“Maximoff, Everything will be fine besides I can rewind if anything goes wrong. It’s okay.” You spoke and started to make your way towards the guards, you hid behind them and controlled one of their minds as you made them fight each other, knocking them out, you pulled their bodies to where you were so other were not alerted. You took their weapons and attached it near the bomb that you was suppose to plant.

You made your way to the core of the base and there was no one but you knew better, you closed your eyes and searched for any soul near you which you did find, you forced them to the centre and pushed them as their body was shot multiple times.

You reached to your ear to let know the team that you made it “Okay, I’m at the core of the base, I have the pen drive, I’ll plant the bomb as soon as the data starts to transfer.”

The team sighed in relief that you were still alive but they were pretty much surprised that the amount of guards. Wanda and Natasha knew something was wrong but they couldn’t go against orders, even if they were your orders they were approved by everyone.

You plugged the pen drive inside the slot and placed the bomb near the weapons, the timer will start as soon as you let Tony know to start it, you started at the huge screen as the percentage increased. You knew it was too good to be true to just leave without being detected.

A sharp sting in your shoulder and thigh occurred that muted the gunshots from behind you as you turned around to see the guard with a gun in his hand and little smoke coming from it, making you aware that you have been shot twice, you looked back you at the screen which was closer to finishing, as you controlled his mind and made him shoot his leg himself and knock himself out.

The focus for the mission was keeping you busy from the pain but as soon as you moved your leg, the pain was stronger which made you groan and limp towards the computer, as soon as it hit 100%, you snatched the drive and slowly made your way towards the exit where you saw about 5-10 guards standing with their guns pointing at you.

You laughed a little and took the weapon attached to your belt as you started to shoot at them, they were shooting at you but they missed as you went back in time but each time you did the less energy you had, it was mainly because you was losing blood and was hit couple more times, you didn’t even notice until you moved from your place to hide behind something.

You reached to your ear, taking a deep breath and speaking “Tony start the timer.”

“On it” He spoke to your ear and soon enough his voice spoke up again “Okay, you have 3 minutes before the whole place blows up, can you make it?” He asked the question he didn’t want to, which he earned a shocking glare from Wanda and Natasha, they weren’t expecting that.

“Yeah, I’m on my way out” As you spoke, gunshots slipped through which made the team be more worried.

“Y/n do you need back up?” Natasha asked and there was no reply, they were about to run inside from the Quinjet but Tony started to fly above. You and him had a plan which the team wasn’t inform off, this way you wouldn’t be stopped, they thought they will be joining you but you was suppose to go alone.

“Tony what the fuck are you doing?” Natasha harshly spoke as she stared at him from behind but he didn’t answer.

Wanda worried stood up “We need to help Y/n!” But she was ignored as well.

You knew you didn’t have time but you hoped this will work out, the reason to why the team wasn’t needed was because that could cause a lot of problems like compromising the mission but they were there in case things went south.

You took a deep breath and with everything you had, started to run towards the exit, with the pain becoming more stronger, which had some guards there but you manged to knock them out with your mind control, you failed to notice that one of them pretended to be knocked out so when you approached the exit, you was shot again, this time nearer to your heart which punctured your lung, you knew this is bad but you went on.. At least tried to, right as you reached the end, you were close to dropping to the ground but that’s when the bomb went off, sending you flying into the air, several feet away from the base and where the Quinjet was.

You was barely breathing and barely conscious to what was happening around you, but one redhead made it towards you. You smiled at whoever was there and started to close your eyelids since they become so heavy.

“Oh my god, Y/n” A shaky voice spoke up, you could tell it was Wanda.

You tried to wave your hand to dismiss it but the pain was too much so you spoke up “It’s fine..”

She covered your mouth with her hand “Shut up and save your energy! You can’t die now”

You was trying hard to stay awake but it wasn’t working and the darkness was much closer than you really wanted, you passed out the second the Sokovian redhead lifted you with her powers.

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Long couple hours later

The medical wing wasn’t keen on giving anyone any information about your condition which only worried everyone. Wanda barely left the waiting room in hopes that they will crack and tell her about you but nothing.

She wanted to barge in there and demand answers but she knew better than to delay your way to recovery. Wanda was more than worried, she was terrified, at the thought of your body going limb when she picked you up really scared her.

At the loss of her parents and her brother, she thought she would never open up to anyone but when you waltzed into her life, you instantly melted her walls with just one look, you made it easier to breath when she was around you, that’s why she can’t lose you.

Tony along with Natasha and Steve made their way towards Wanda, they knew she was upset.

she looked up, her blood boiling at the sight of Tony, she stood up with her eyes turning red “What do you think you’re doing here?” the question was laced with venom.

“Are there any news?” Natasha asked knowing that anything could trigger Wanda.

She shook her head but her glare didn’t leave Tony which angered her more, she wanted him out of this hallway, she wanted to see you smile and laugh.. Just be alive but you are in there with no updates.

“Look Witch, me and her had a plan before we went on the mission, she was suppose get out there before the bomb went off but obviously the plan didn’t work out exactly like we wanted, she was suppose to be on the Quinjet before it exploded, she knew it was a set up but she went anyways, we needed that data and now we are able to create better weapons because of it.” He tried to explain the best he could to Wanda, he felt guilty he didn’t let someone else come with you but they both knew it would be dangerous.

“Why didn’t you just let me or Natasha come with her!” She screamed, it made some lights flicker as her powers slowly emitted from her.

Tony took a deep breath “She didn’t want anyone, I tried to convince her to take someone but she said that would rather die than let anyone else suffer”

With his words, Wanda’s eyes turned back to normal as it filled with tears, she was so mad at you for doing such a reckless thing without even talking to her about it. Natasha approached her and gently wrapped her arms around Wanda, she was trying her best to keep her tears in but that was slightly impossible.

Doctor Helen Cho walked out to the scene, she made herself known by clearing her throat, immediately Wanda turned and stared at her, she was dreading this moment but put a brave face.

“This might be hard to hear but Y/n flatlined three times before going into a stable condition. Some of the bullets made their way towards further into her body, especially into her lung, it was difficult to even take it out but we did it and she should be okay, she lost a lot of blood so we put her into a medically induced coma to record quicker but she can easily slip into her own coma from so much trauma so we will be monitoring her for now” She spoke, explaining everything that went on inside that small room.

The only two things that stuck with Wanda was that you flatlined three times but you’re alright. She closed her eyes, trying her best to keep calm, as she sat back down in the chair, they all looked at the Sokovian, it was kind of scary to see her like this.

Natasha took it as an opportunity to ask if anyone can go in and visit you “Is visiting possible?”

Helen nodded “Yes but one at a time, too much people might disturb her”

Wanda stood up with the most dull face you could witness “How many times?”

Helen took a deep breath “She was shot 7 times”

Wanda nodded and just walked inside the room leaving the 3 behind, she needed to be there when you wake up, she knew how much you hated bright white rooms, she never knew the exact reason but she never asked, she wanted you to tell her.

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Two weeks later

The air in the compound was thick with tense, especially since Wanda never wanted to leave your side but she was needed in some small missions, now that you was gone she was needed twice as much, you and her made missions seem so much easier but now that you are still in the coma, she was forced to leave you.

Wanda was currently after her mission, she was exhausted but she rushed to your side to be there when you wake up, she had a feeling you would wake up. She was there for hours but still no luck, that’s when there was a knock on the door which her head followed, she saw Vision.

She relaxed and walked outside to see him, he tried to convince her to go shower and rest but she didn’t want any of that, she just wanted to be here, you woke up during that time, your eyes scanned the room that’s when it landed outside the window to Vision and Wanda, you were so high on painkillers that you didn’t even notice any pain.

He was extremely close to her, his hand on her cheek and looked at her so lovingly, she looked sad and his other hand was on her hip holding her close. You wasn’t sure how long you have been out but it must’ve been long since Vision and Wanda are now together (Obviously they weren’t), at the sight of them that close, your heart broke. You had feelings for Wanda for sometime now but Olivia was your girlfriend and you knew you had to bury those feelings, especially now that Wanda is with someone else.

You hated bright rooms so your breathing increased, slowly having a little panic attack when you came to your senses, the heart monitor started to beep faster which caught Wanda’s attention.

She ran inside leaving Vision, to which he just walked away a little disappointed, she held your hand “It’s okay Y/n, I’m here sweetie”

You relaxed at her touch but your breathing didn’t steady “Y/n look at me and follow my breathing”

She started to breathe slowly in and out which you mimicked, you was relaxing, she always had that effect on you, tears started to run down your face which Wanda carefully wiped with her thumb.

You leaned into her touch as you blurted out “Take me home please..”

Your pleading broke Wanda’s heart, she knows how much you hate these rooms “Y/n..”

“Please Wan.. I can’t stay here, its too cold and lonely” You begged her and her grip tighten around your other hand.

“I’m here Детка (baby), and I’m not going anywhere” She spoke as she stared into your eyes.

“I can’t stay here” Another tear slipped down your face, Wanda nodded with a sad smile “Okay.. I will talk to the doctor but for now rest, I will be here моя любовь (My love)”

You didn’t understand what she was saying, for all you know she could call you an idiot but the way she said it, just made you want to listen to her talk all the time.

You nodded and a thought struck you “Wanda…” She hummed as an answer to which you continued “Could you lay with me here until I fall asleep?”

Wanda wanted to just stay in your arms forever but to be asked to cuddle you till you fall asleep because you are terrified of this hospital room, made her even happier, she nodded and climbed next to you as you carefully hugged into her, with her scent filling your nose and her heartbeat you felt safe.

“Do you want to know why I don’t like bright white rooms?” you asked and she nodded.

You wasn’t sure if you should look at her because if you broke down it would be harder to stop but taking a deep breath you looked up and stared into her green eyes, they held this reassurance, she didn’t need to use her words, her eyes said it all

“When I was young, my mother and father decided they didn’t want me so they gave me up for some experiments..” You paused as a flashback of the white room appeared before your eyes, you exhaled shakenly “ All I really remember is the multiple white rooms and the cold empty feeling whilst they did whatever they did”

“So please.. Get me home, I don’t want to be here” Another tear escaped your eyes.

Her free hand cupped your cheek as she wiped the tear and nodded with a smile “You’ll go home, just rest”

It pained her listening to your past, as a little girl to be put through something like that, it must’ve been really scary. Wanda’s hand traced circles on your back, relaxing you, making you fall asleep with her. The red power coursing through her hand near your head as she gave you pleasant dreams.

“Sweet dreams Солнечный свет (Sunshine)”

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(A) Half Octopus Shota Aizawa x (O) GN Reader Inky Tentacles

Word count: 3876

Warnings: Attempted murder. 

Title: (A) Half Octopus Shota Aizawa x (O) GN Reader Inky Tentacles 

Summary: You get thrown overboard and an Alpha with inky black tentacles and hair to match saves you. 

(Gif not mine) (Sho when you give him attitude the first scene.) 

💤-You had thought it would be the best week of your life. 

💤-You had just gotten married to a charming Alpha and you were supposed to spend the week on an island in honeymoon bliss. The thought of hanging out on the sand with your mate made your heart warm. 

💤-If only you found out about your Alpha’s evil intent. 

💤-The three months of courting and spontaneous proposal and here you were. Getting sea-sick on a boat in the middle of nowhere. There were only three people on board. 

💤-You, your Alpha, and the captain. 

💤-It was supposed to be a romantic boat ride to watch a pod of dolphins but you spent half the time with your head over the side of the boat. 

💤-“Alpha, I think we should go back. I’m not feeling too good.” You sadly crooned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

💤-“Aw, are you sure we can’t wait it out? I know how much you love dolphins. Just think about how you will get to see them jumping around and hearing their little trills. We are almost there after all.” They soothed, rubbing your back. 

💤-You don’t remember telling them that you liked dolphins. You felt bad that they had planned this and you were ruining their thoughtful gift. 

💤-“Yeah, I can tough it out.” You croaked, giving them a shaky smile. 

💤-“Great.” They smiled. 

💤-If only you were able to distinguish the darkness in their smile. 

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💤-One second you were leaning over the boat once more and the next you felt a forceful bump from behind and you went headfirst into the cerulean colored water. 

💤-Your chirps of surprise mixed with the sounds of the lapping water. 

💤-“Alpha! Help! I’ve fallen overboard.” You cried, thrashing in the water. 

💤-You weren’t a strong swimmer. At that moment you regret agreeing with your Alpha in foregoing a life jacket. They had convinced you that it would look weird in all of the pictures you would take. 

💤-You realized now it was just a lie to make sure you sank to the bottom of the ocean. 

💤-Your Alpha merely smirked at you as the Captain pulled away. Leaving you stranded in the middle of the ocean. You didn’t bother holding back your sobs and whimpers. Your arms were getting tired and it hadn’t even been ten minutes since your Alpha ditched you. 

💤-You heard a small splashing sound a few feet away from you. 

💤-“Who’s there? If you’re a shark, please go away! I’m already having a terrible day.” You cried, frantically splashing your arms in the water. 

💤-“Not a shark.” A deep voice uttered. 

💤-You yelped and turned in their direction. A male, with black hair and eyes, peered over at you. 

💤-“What are you doing here?” You stuttered, your brain not comprehending why there would be a man swimming out here.  

💤-“Fishing.” He calmly said, moving a little closer to you. 

💤-“This far out?” You felt yourself inching towards him as well. Underneath the strong smell of sea salt, you smelled the familiar scent of an Alpha. Your Omega was eager to seek comfort in the Alpha. 

💤-Don’t you think Alpha’s should be on our shit list right now? You reprimanded, glaring at your love-struck Omega.  

💤-Not this Alpha, he smells safe. She crooned, giving the Alpha heart eyes. 

💤-“What are you doing this far out?” He lifted a brow, sending you a questioning look. 

💤-“Sunbathing.” You flatly stated, glaring at him. You were in no mood to talk to an Alpha. Being thrown overboard by one would do that. 

💤-“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” He deadpanned, making like he was gonna swim away. 

💤-“No, wait!” You chirped, quickly swimming onto him and latching on. 

💤-His muscled arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him. Your tired legs were quick to wrap around him as well. Your feet felt something soft brush against them. 

💤-One of your hands reached down and pulled the thing up. 

💤-“Tentacle.” You uttered, staring at the black tentacle in disbelief. You looked down and saw eight others along with it. 

💤-Your brain was done with the stress of the day. Your vision went fuzzy and then you went slack in the arms of the black-haired Alpha. 

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💤-You woke up on soft sand, your hands scrunching in the white grains. 

💤-“Good, you’re up.” A voice called, their tone soothing. 

💤-You rolled your head to the left and saw the same man from before resting his arms on the flat rocks near the water. It looked like you were in a cave of sorts. The water sparkled a brilliant turquoise, much lighter than the deep cerulean of the ocean. 

💤-“Hi.” You mumbled your limbs felt heavy and weak. 

💤-“I can hear your empty stomach from here.” He rumbled, his inky eyes noticing your weakened state. 

💤-You saw his inky tentacles swish in the water behind him. You sat up in a hurry, shuffling on your butt away from him.  

💤-“Don’t eat me! I won’t taste good.” You cried, looking around for a rock to throw at him. 

💤-He merely sighed at your fear. 

💤-“If I wanted to eat you, I would have done it when you were passed out.” He drawled, leaning his head on his arms. “I wouldn’t have saved you from drowning either.” 

💤-You blinked at his words, thinking them over.

💤-True, he could have left you stranded in the ocean, but instead, he swam you to land. 

💤-“Oh... sorry.” Your voice was small. 

💤-“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” He tilted his head back observing your meek frame. 

💤-Your stomach decided to make itself known. The whale sounds bouncing off the cave walls. You felt your cheek warm. 

💤-“I got enough fish for both of us. I already ate my share.” He stated, pointing a finger to the big pile of fish a few feet away from you. 

💤-Their dead eyes staring at you. You suddenly felt green, your eyes darting away from the scaly pile. 

💤-“I think I’ll pass.” You cringed, holding your knees to your chest. 

💤-“Omega, you need to eat.” The inky-haired Alpha reprimanded, his eyes narrowing. 

💤-You sat straighter, his words calling at your Omega. She wanted to obey but the smell of raw fish was too much for her as well. 

💤-“I can’t, Alpha. I can’t eat raw fish.” You tucked your head down. 

💤-“How else do you eat it?” He questioned, leaning forward a bit, your sweet smell was making his tentacle shiver in delight. 

💤-His species didn’t have many females, and the ones that he has come across were very aggressive. They only have two things on their mind, mating and dominating. 

💤-They were very possessive of their space and couldn’t handle a male around them for long. He guessed that was why his species was slowly dying out. A small voice in his head told him that Omegas like you would help solve the problem. 

💤-No. You were meant for land, just as he was for water. He would take care of you until the upcoming storm passes and then he would drop you off near a local beach. 

💤-“Cooked. Well, I guess there is sushi, but it’s bad to eat it raw in case of parasites.” You formed, resting your chin on your knees. 

💤-He stared at you in confusion. 

💤-“What’s that?” He rumbled, frustrated that your differences were already showing. 

💤-“It’s when you cook it on the oven.” You replied, looking around at the cave and realizing there would be no pan-searing happening anytime soon. “Or over a fire.” 

💤-“What’s fire?” He questioned, his brain not connecting the word with anything. 

💤-You offered a quick explanation of the flickering element. 

💤-“Oh, so you need wood. I can go find some driftwood.” He pushed away from the edge of the water, getting ready to dive under the water and swim through the tunnel connecting his cave to the sea. 

💤-“It kinda has to be dry.” You said, unraveling yourself from your legs and standing up. You spotted a small entrance to the cave. You would have to crouch a bit to get out but at least you would be able to find firewood. 

💤-“I’ll go get some.” You wiped off the sand from your clothes and headed over. 

💤-“Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if it is dangerous?” His eyes held slight panic, the thought of not being able to see you. 

💤-What if you made a run for it? What if you went away and never came back? His strong arms lifted himself from the water.

💤-“I’ll come with you.” He stated, trying to get all of his tentacles on land. 

💤-You watched him struggle to find his balance on the slippery sand. You felt yourself slightly shiver looking at his huge form, seeing just how big and intimidating he was. 

💤-An Alpha indeed. 

💤-“Don’t worry about it! You stay here. I’ll be quick.” You encouraged, pointing him towards the pile of fish. 

💤-“If you can skin those and gut them I would be grateful.” You tried to persuade him using his caretaker instincts against him.  

💤-He realized he wouldn’t be much help on land away and conceded, dutifully going over to the pile and getting to work. You nodded and went out. You came back quickly, not wanting to worry the poor Alpha. 

💤-Once you walked back in the inky-haired male sent you a tiny smile before going back to his task. He made sure not a single scale was left. 

💤-You dropped the firewood down onto the sandy floor before going around the cave, picking up rocks to put around the fireplace. You got it the fireplace settled but the part of lighting the fire was more difficult than you thought. 

💤-“Ugh! I can’t get it.” You whined, tossing the sticks down. 

💤-You had been rubbing them for five minutes and not a single strand smoke greeted you. 

💤-“What are you trying to do?” The quiet Alpha asked, looking up from his task of gutting. 

💤-“Making fire, or at least trying to.” You grumbled, glaring at the useless sticks. 

💤-“Can I help?” He moved to your side, picking up the sticks. 

💤-You showed him what to do and soon enough a small flame graced the cave. Your eyes take in the flickering flame. Your Omega was happily purring. 

💤-See, he’s a great Alpha. He can make fire. She cooed, eyeing up his strong arms. 

💤-Don’t go all cave-women on me. You hissed, not willing to admit you were also impressed with his fire-making skills. 

💤-He winced against the heat. Since he was done with the fish he slipped back into the water. His body sighing in relief as the cool water hydrated his skin and tentacles. 

💤-You got to work on cooking the fish, soon enough you had two wonderfully grilled pieces of fish. You looked over at him and offered a piece to him. The face he made after eating it was priceless. 

💤-It was like the face of a baby who was given a lemon for the first time. 

💤-“I guess you are not a fan.” You giggled, chewing on your unseasoned fish. 

💤-“I’ll stick to raw.” He shook his head. 

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💤-It had been two days since your Alpha tried to kill you. Shota had told you that he wouldn’t be able to take you to civilization just yet. A big storm was coming and it would be hard to get you to shore with the rough waves it brought. 

💤-You had spent the days in the water with Shota or on the island collecting firewood and coconuts. You had yet to find freshwater so coconuts had been your main source of water. 

💤-You had a rough time opening them but Shota was quick to excellently crack them open. Your Omega was all too pleased to point out, once again, about what a great Alpha he was. 

💤-“I made this for you.” You held up a hair tie that you had made. You spent the day weaving it together. Sho had been gone most of the day so it was easy to surprise him with it. 

💤-He looked at the hair tie in awe. You had added tiny shells to it to make it more pretty. 

💤-It was clearly a mating gift, or at least he thought so. First, you shared a bit of your food with him, something only mates did, and then you made him a courting gift. 

💤-Now all that was left was for you to solidify your interest in him by touching his gills. Something that you unknowingly did not even ten minutes after you gifted him the hair tie. 

💤-“Let me comb your hair a bit. It looks like a rats nest.” You chuckled, sitting on the edge of the pool, with your legs dipped in the water. 

💤-He was hesitant to turn his back to you. It was a big taboo with his kind. You never turned your back on anyone outside of your pod. “Come on. I don’t bite.” 

💤-He slotted his shoulders between your legs. He didn’t relax until he felt your fingers weave their way into his knotted hair. You felt his chest rumble at your soothing touch. 

💤-“I figured it must be difficult to see when you're swimming.” You hummed, enjoying the way his obsidian locks felt like silk.

💤-You tied back his hair once all of his knots were untangled, you swept back the few strands that escaped from the tie, unknowingly tracing his gills. Shota shot out of your grasp, flustered at your bold actions. 

💤-“I’ll go get us dinner.” He stuttered, quickly swimming out of the cave. 

💤-“But you just came back from fishing?” You said, surprised at his abrupt departure. 

💤-He was gone before you could even finish your sentence. 

***

💤-“Thank you for the crab, Shota.” You hummed, cracking open the scarlet leg. 

💤-“No problem, there were a bunch of them not too far from the cave.” He leaned against the rocks. His eyes not quite meeting yours. He fibbed a bit, he had to swim quite the distance to get them. 

💤-He was just happy to give you something that you wanted. You had mentioned the pointy little creatures and he was all too eager to see a smile on your face. The cute little chirps you made while biting into the sweet meat struck him right in his three hearts. 

💤-Ever since your fingers grazed against his gills he had been more affectionate. 

💤-You usually slept near the fire at night but you would somehow wake up near the pool wrapped up in his tentacles. He was even more worried when you left the cave for any reason. 

💤-He particularly didn’t like it when you bathed away from him. He knew about the dangers of the ocean so he was more on edge to leave you in it by yourself. He had also taken to bringing you back beautiful shells and rocks. 

💤-Shota was hesitant to tell you that the storm receded and he could take you back now. It didn’t matter, you were courting, basically mates at this point. 

💤-“Shota....” You trailed off, your eyes not able to meet his. 

💤-“Yes, Omega?” He rumbled, he picked up on your scent, it was uneasy. 

💤-“I was wondering when we were gonna go back to shore.” You asked, flitting your eyes over to him. 

💤-“Back to shore?” The words felt itchy against his throat. His tentacles coiling in the water, wishing to hold you close in his arms. You can’t leave if you are tangled in his limbs. 

💤-“Well, I need to get back. I don’t know how long my back can handle sleeping on sand another night.” You rubbed your aching back. “I miss curling up in bed, warm tea, and reading books.” 

💤-Each word was like shark's teeth ripping into him. He supposed he would miss the waves of the sea if he was on land. You both were still too different. His Alpha was howling in his head. 

💤-She can’t leave! She is ours! He howled. 

💤-Ours or not. She needs somewhere better to live. Shota sadly argued. Our cave wasn’t suited for a human Omega. 

💤-Wait a damn minute. That blond still owes me a favor. He thought, not believing he didn’t think of him sooner. 

💤-Yeah! Make that Beta build our Omega a home. His Alpha yipped. 

💤-“I know a friend who has a place around here,” Shota said, happy that you wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon. 

💤-The Alpha didn’t waste any time pulling you into the water and swimming you to his friend’s beach house. 

***

💤-“What do you mean you want me to build her a house!” The blond’s eyes widened, he stared at his friend in shock. 

💤-“You make her a house on your island so she can stay here,” Shota explained again, you would think he was talking about the weather with how calm he was being. 

💤-He was glad you were using the blond’s shower. He didn’t want you around for his annoying yelling. 

💤-“I can’t just build a house for an Omega you found in the sea! Next thing I know I’ll have to build an apartment complex.” The blonde huffed, running his hand through his long hair. 

💤-“No apartment complex. I want a house for my Omega.” The dark-haired male glared, angry that the blond would even suggest he would stray from his Omega. He wouldn’t even consider it. 

💤-Plus, It’s not like the sea was filled with unmated Omegas after all. 

💤-“Your Omega? Like your bonded Omega?” The blond lifted a brow, not quite sure his ears were working properly.  

💤-“Yes. My Omega. My forever mate.” The Alpha rumbled his chest warming at his words. 

💤-“Mmm. I suppose I can see what I can do. It might take a couple of weeks though? Are you fine with her staying here with me?” Hizashi questioned, knowing the Alpha male well. 

💤-The Alpha growled at him. 

💤-“You stay on your side of the house and I won’t have a problem.” He glowered, lunging slightly out of the water to intimidate him a bit. 

💤-“Woah, there big guy! No need to threaten me. I’ll be on my best behavior.” The blond backed away from the patio’s edge. 

💤-The patio was flush against the sea. A perfect spot for the millionaire to lounge out in his speedo. 

💤-“Good. I’ll consider your debt paid.” Shota hummed, eyeing your freshly showered form making your way over. 

💤-“Wow, you have a great shower Hizashi.” You beamed, rubbing a towel to your wet hair. 

💤-“Thank you. Please be sure to help yourself to some food. I doubt this guy had anything besides fish in his little damp cave.” The blond teased, making sure to move a safe distance away from the male in the water. 

💤-“Thank you!” You chirped, making yourself at home in his kitchen.

💤-Shota enjoyed the bright smile on your face as you threw a meal together. He did get a little concerned when you brought out a knife to chop vegetables but you seemed comfortable with the blade so that calmed him some. 

💤-He was content in leaning over the patio’s edge, happy that you were happy. He felt like he could be here, watching you from the water’s edge, for the rest of his life. 

***

💤-Two weeks later and the little beach house on the other side of the island was built. You almost didn’t believe it when Shota swam you to it. 

💤-“This is mine?” You gasped looking at the wooden beach house. It looked like it cost an arm and a leg to make. 

💤-“Yup, Hizashi owed me a favor. He got drunk one night and decided to go night fishing. I saved the dumb fool from a hungry shark and brought him back home.” He rolled his eyes at the blonde’s antics. 

💤-“But why?” You asked, wondering why he used his debt to make you a house. 

💤-Surely he knew you would have to go back to your old life sometime soon. During you stay with Zashi’s house you had informed him of your previous Alpha’s actions. The billionaire was all too pleased to put the Alpha behind bars. It took a while for the police to investigate so you were invited to stay with him while everything was sorted out. 

💤-They kept the fact that you were alive a secret from the public. They wanted the Alpha to think he got away with it.  

💤-The Alpha was claiming you both were on the boat when the storm came and knocked you overboard. That they tried to get to you but you were too far away and they got separated from you. 

💤-It wasn’t until the captain of the boat folded and told them what had happened, that the Alpha was finally cuffed and sent to prison. 

💤-“Because we’re courting obviously.” The black-haired Alpha stated, his eyes lovingly connected with yours.  

💤-His three hearts truly beat for you. 

💤-“Courting? Since when?” You leaned back, surprised at his words. 

💤-“Since you gave me a courting gift and touched my gills.” He said, perplexed by your reaction.

💤-“I don’t remember touching your gills?” You tilted your head to the side trying to recall if you ever did. 

💤-“When you would put my hair up. You would always touch them. Did you not mean to?” His voice grew small as he realized you didn’t know what the touch would mean. 

💤-“I didn’t mean to.” You said, your heart picking up. Did he think you were courting the entire time? 

💤-“What about my courting gifts? You accepted them.” He pushed, nervously swimming forward.

💤-“Your seashells and rocks? I didn’t think they meant anything.” You mumbled, your eyes looking down in your lap. 

💤-You didn’t think he would be interested in you that way. You were a human after all. Didn’t he want to be with someone his kind? It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of spending the rest of your days with him but you never truly accepted the fact that it could be a reality. 

💤-“Oh.” He sank into the water, his nose submerged. 

💤-The action made you think he was about to swim away and you would never see him again. You nearly broke the poor man’s neck jumping on top of him the way you did. 

💤-“Wait! I didn’t say I wouldn’t court you.” You exclaimed, holding onto him tight.

💤-“Really?” He breathed, the light in his eyes flickering again. 

💤-“Yes! I’ll be sure to make you an actual courting gift. Though I’m having a difficult time thinking about what it should be. I usually gave my other Alphas a crocheted scarf.” You blinked, realizing the man had no use for one.

💤-“Other Alphas.” He growled, his tentacles squeezing you possessively.  

💤-“Don’t worry about them. They are long gone. You are the only Alpha I’m thinking about now.” You hummed, pecking him lightly on the lips. 

💤-You felt a spark shoot down your spine at the small touch. 

💤-The pleasant purr that came out of his chest made you giggle. 

💤-“More.” He purred, leaning forwards. 

💤-“Anything for you Alpha.” You said, leaning forward to meet him. 

I mean there could be a few more Omegas stranded at sea. Who knows. 🤷‍♀️ Lol I almost didn’t post this so I hope you like it! Please be sure to leave a note and tell me your thoughts on this AU. 

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Tempverse: Episode 2: Camping Time!

Here is episode 2, which I had to cut down cause going past 5k is starting to drive me insane!  Also my finger has been locking up.

Pyrrha Nikos was a lot of things, she was a champion, a S Grade Fighter, someone who always thought about doing the right thing.  Someone who believed her destiny would be to save as many as she could, even if it were to cost her life.  She was many things, and one thing that many forgot or didn’t realize, was that chiefly among everything else she was still a young woman.  Another thing very few knew was that she was an actor, a person who could put on a front when pressured by others and who could mask how she really felt.  And finally something that no one knew, because of the former reasons, was that she was a Grade A pervert.  Though really, could you blame the young woman?  As previously stated she WAS a young woman, one who was currently blossoming into her full youth, one who had urges and desires.  One who was currently in a field filled with health… strong… robust young individuals who were practically spewing out sexual pheromones.  

In fact, she had been invited to no less than 4 orgies in her past!  So yes she was a bit of a pervert, often having wild fantasies about her competition together, or them alone, or other women and men it really didn’t matter to her.  But one thing she was, something that oftentimes got her called a stiff, was someone who was devoted to the idea of destiny and love.  Despite her… growing lust, she was strong willed so much so that she really never saw the point in participating in sexually charged campaigns.  So despite the invitations she declined, albeit a small part of her HAD regretted that decision a few times.  Though when ‘accidents’ happened and said competitors ended up in quite the pickle, well she was most grateful to have stuck to her guns.  

Still to sate her urges she fantasized, which wasn’t too difficult when shower rooms were all unisex.  Despite her attempts to keep her eyes low she HAD seen quite a few individuals in their bare and well… she may have had some seriously twisted thoughts.  Like that one time, her old classmate and rival Arslan was actually the sweetest of girls!  Pyrrha wasn’t sure if she was like her or not, hiding her devious desires, or was simply naive enough to not care… but there had been times where Pyrrha had thought about her rival being pinned. The very thought of various men and women taking their turns with the gorgeous dark skinned muscular fighter had seen her through SEVERAL heated nights.  

So yes… Pyrrha Nikos was in fact a pervert… one who may or may not have had several metal piercings at various peculiar places… ones that she made SURE to keep hidden.  She was fine with being called prudish, fine with no one knowing her secrets or her desires.  It was easier that way, easier to be seen as abstinent, clean, pure.  So she made a vow to herself, never to display herself in public, to hide her dirty little secrets taking them to the grave.  She’d always been good at it, she never thought it would change.  

Yet, as she rested beneath the cold droplets of a running shower head, she found herself unable to concentrate.  Her thoughts laying back to the night before, the soft husky moans reverberating from within arms reach, or… or her own lack of inhibitions.  She could still feel the sensation of her fingers running through her soft soaking pussy, her digits roaming across the plump lips squeezing and grinding against her needy flesh.  Her new friends lusty moans still filled her ears, the wild scent of… of Jaune’s seed still clung to her nose.  Every breath was filled with a deep murky aroma.  Everytime she closed her eyes she could still envision the bag shifting as they… as they… as they plunged themselves into one another.  

She could only imagine, only DREAM about what was happening beneath those sheets, what they were doing to one another.  Pyrrha was an observant woman, always keeping an eye out for competition… always watching for an opportunity to imagine.  And… while others had ‘chosen’ to mock Jaune in his surprisingly adorable onesie… in her perverse and twisted little thoughts had chosen to take a peak downstairs.  Oh how easy it was to see, she was surprised at the lack of attention his lower region had received, perhaps the only other person to notice was the woman who had struck first?  

As thoughts of the night before continued to flutter through her thoughts, her hands began to slowly descend down her tight finely fit stomach.  Fingers, sliding between the curvature and creases of her abs roaming lower beneath her pelvis and finding themselves sinking between her drenched lips.  

Yet as her hands began to seep into her flesh, her thoughts fell back to their conversation.  Her eyes shut tightly as she bit her lip, everything coming back to her as clear as day.  

The young Nikos had never been so far away from home, even in her old school she was still within walking distance of her family house.  Even as she closed her eyes to try to lul herself into a comfortable rest she  found herself unable to.  She wondered, as her heart paced quickly within her breasts, if her new friends, oh a word she’d so adored to use, were already fast asleep.  Perhaps they were not?  Mayhaps she would be able to start a brief conversation with them.  And yet, as she willed herself to fumble around, she heard them speak.  Their voices but a soft whisper, almost drowned out by the snoring in the distance.  

The young woman’s heart began to race, the sound of the two laying just within arms reach whisked its way towards her.  “I don’t belong here…”  She stilled, her thoughts running rampant at what Jaune meant.  He was approved, he must have belonged here, right?  “I… I faked my transcripts.”  Quickly her hands wrapped around her lips forcing down the gasp that nearly escaped.  She… she shouldn’t be hearing this!  But… he DIDN’T belong here!  Her heart began to crack, she’d just made a friend, and now she would have to part.  She WOULD tell the Headmaster, even… even if she destroyed their new friendship she couldn’t let him get hurt, couldn’t let him hurt anyone else.  She knew… knew that… there was a selfish part of her that didn’t want to.  

Despite her reservations, they continued to talk, her thoughts in shambles as they came upon May’s response.  She heard them shift around, nearly drowning out May’s soft, “I’ll protect you.”  Pyrrha wondered, was that what friends did?  Did a good friend still let something dangerous happen to their new companions?  She didn’t know, she’d never been close to anyone before… but… but… then they got to the conversation about her.  She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, hadn’t meant to… but now she found herself completely enraptured by their muted musings.  “She’s really pretty…”  “She’s apparently famous…”  “Doesn’t matter…”  “She just wants friends…” 

She bit upon her lips, fighting back the choking sobs that were sure to follow.  Her heart swelled and body trembled.  She’d never had anyone talk about her that way, they… their voices were genuinely concerned.  They wanted to be around her, they really didn’t know who she was, yet they wanted to be with her.  She heard the Schnee’s name brought up, but mostly in jest, though she too had noticed the lustful glances that the young Heiress had passed her way.  Despite herself, despite the previous thoughts of turning Jaune in… she decided that maybe it would be okay to be a bit selfish this time around?  

Then something she wasn’t EVEN sure wasn't part of one of her fantasies happened.   

Even as Pyrrha’s legs trembled beneath her, her painted breath washed out by the hot flooding water above her and her toes curling into the hard tile floor, she found the events of last night to be too outrageous.  Her fingers curled within her quivering hole, grasping at the soft edge of her lips and plunging deeper into her depths. Squelch her ears were surrounded by the soft sound of liquid and air passing between her fingers and her pussy.  Her soft vulva folded beneath her tight white knuckles as she squeezed around her digits.  Her tongue whisked around her free hand, flicking between her fingers as she squeezed upon the strong pink muscle. 

She could only imagine what they were doing, and oh how it delighted her!  Just the thought of May’s small short stacked body being penetrated by that ridiculous monster between Jaune’s legs set her off!  Oh Brothers’ she wished she could have seen it, just… oh just watching them mate would have been so very delightful~  Would her little stomach bulge as his member punched into her?  Would those huge, delicious wobbly tits jiggle and bounce with every thrust?  She felt something shake inside of her while she pushed her head against the hot tile bracing herself for what was to come.

“Oh gods oh gods!”  She couldn’t stop herself any further, pinning her head against the tile, her ass wiggled expectantly.  Her mind was cracking, turning hazy as she continued to think about what she’d experienced yesterday.  She’d seen so many, seen a ton of things, but never that close, or!  Or that BIG, THAT HUGE!  Jaune’s massive cock hidden and tucked away, May’s massive bouncing soft breasts hidden away by her thick jacket.  How either of them moved was beyond her, but she couldn’t get the image out of her mind!  She wanted to touch them!  To suck on them, to feel both of them!  

Her eyes shut tight as she imagined herself, pinned between both Jaune and May, her face buried between May’s massive breasts rubbing herself back and forth as her fingers squeezed into those plump swells.  She imagined Jaune behind her, his massive GIANT FUCKING COCK, Piercing her insides pushing all the way into her depths burying himself into her.  She couldn’t stop herself as her fingers  grew faster and faster.  Her body quaked as her nails curved into her soaked pussy.  

She wanted something else, something bigger, harder, something to fill her with thick hot seed!  She wanted Jaune to bury into her, to breed her and pin her!  Despite her lustful experiences in the past, she’d NEVER felt the desire to be bred.  To have someone pump all their baby batter inside of her oven.  She’d never wanted to motorboat someone so badly before, to bury her face into a woman’s breasts, to suck and pinch them as much as she wanted now!  Her body was on the edge, her womb quivered in hope and anticipation.  She knew it was something more, something far deeper than a physical attraction.  They had treated her differently, had ignored her status that… that had turned her on far more than it should have!  And… and they both had a scent to them, an intoxicating aroma that she oh gods!  Just thinking about the smell coming off of their bodies that morning!  It was still trapped in her nose, her thoughts befuddled as she was getting to the edge.  “DICK DICK COCK!  TITS BREASTS MILKBAGS!  BREED ME BREED ME BREED ME!  FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!  COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK DICK DICK DICK!  CUM CUM CUM CUM! INSIDE INSIDE INSIDE!”  SHE WANTED SO BAD!  SO BAD!  “SUCK IT! SUCK DICK!  SWALLOW!  DRINK!”  She tried as she might to stifle those last words, thanking the brothers she was alone.

Her lips sucked on her plunged digits as she tried to muffle her coming orgasm.  With a silent scream she fell to her knees.  Her core tightening inside, no one would notice the sticky clear fluids being washed away by the falling faucet water.  Her chest heaved as she let her mind clear of the thoughts of last night.  “How are those two doing?”  

By the time Jaune had woken, May and Pyrrha had already gone off, obviously starting their day.  Fighting back the residual grogginess he began to shift, slowly sitting up.  Slowly he began to clench his hand into a grip and then release it, repeating it a few times to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming.  After a few cycles, he felt his blood warm inside his body at the realization and dawning of what had happened last night.  He could still feel May’s body pressed against his, the phantom warmth of their embracing forms floated within his thoughts.  “So it wasn’t a dream…”  

While he wanted to relish in satisfaction, the sound of a bell chiming above stripped him from his thoughts.  “Right… I have a lot to do today.”  Though as he stared down, the sticky feeling between his thighs was still ever present, he knew the first thing he would have to do was take a shower…

Thankfully it didn’t take too long to shower, and it had been a rather uneventful affair, well minus a few of the stares he’d been getting as he made his way over.  Perhaps it was because of his close proximity to Pyrrha?  Or maybe they’d caught notice of his and May’s little endeavors last night?  He wasn’t really sure… and honestly he had more important things to think about, like surviving today.  He couldn’t shake the feeling of how out of his depths he was.  Everywhere he looked he was met with confident grins, robust bodies, people who KNEW they had this… people who knew they belonged here.  

While he, Jaune Arc, truly didn’t belong here, he wasn’t stupid… well okay he probably wasn’t what one would call street smart, it was kind of hard to be with how much time he spent in bed.  But!  But, he’d been given the best education that his parents could afford, and thankfully that was quite a bit!  He’d also had his sisters help him out from time to time, they’d all been such wonderful supporters.  Also being bedridden had given him a lot of free time!  So he’d read, and no not just comics though he really did enjoy those, no he’d gone out of his way on reading about the outside.  Reading about Grimm, reading about how to survive, not once had he ever given up hope on being a huntsman.  So even though he’d honestly felt like he’d never get the chance, he’d still sworn to try.

So yeah he wasn’t stupid, he knew oh how he absolutely knew that au… that Headmistress Glynda and Headmaster Ozpin knew his transcripts were fake.  Which made it all the more shocking when they’d accepted him in.  His parents hadn’t taken it well at first, but they’d relented when he talked it out with them.  His family had their reservations about him coming to Beacon, so they did their best to try to get him ready in the short amount of time that they’d had left.  He knew that none of them expected him to pass, they were banking on him flunking out during initiation.  He knew… or at least he felt that Un… that Headmaster Ozpin was just humoring him.  He knew that of course but… but he had to take the chance!  

And yet, he knew how right they were, how he didn’t even believe in himself.  You know, if he was being honest with himself right now, he’d say he was scared.  Because he was he was honestly doing everything in his power to keep from shaking.  He was terrified, terrified that he was putting his life on the line for something that he had no right of doing.  He didn’t belong here, he was just some kid whose head had been filled with fantasy after fantasy.  From the stories of his parents, to his older sister.  He’d always wanted to see the world, wanted to experience what was behind his walls.  So… even with how terrified he was, even ignoring the terrible shakes running through his body, he decided not just then but long ago.  That no matter what, he’d do what he had to do.  And, even has he knew that he could be facing his death at any moment, he decided that dying while doing something he wanted to do was far better than not doing anything at all.  

Besides it wasn’t all that bad, he’d actually gotten to make friends!  Him!  Jaune Arc, quite possibly the most socially inept person in existence!  Heck it wasn’t even just Pyrrha or May, there was that gi- “Jaune!”  

At the call of his voice he was suddenly pulled from his thoughts.  His head snapped to his right, as his gaze fell upon a small girl within a redhood.   “Jaune!”  She called out once again, a smile spread across his face.  Yeah, this wasn’t all that bad.  

“Hey Ruby.”  

“Jaune! Jaune!  It’s good to see you!”  

How could he not feel better as he watched one of his new friends practically bounce on over to him, though the girl tagging along behind her seemed far less amused.  “So sis, this is the boyfriend you were talking about.”  He felt his cheeks flash hot for a moment, though only for a moment as he realized the sisterly tone coming from the girl.  And as someone who had to endure CONSTANT teasing from seven sisters, he’d grown a resistance to it.  

Ruby however, seemed to still lack that natural but very important defense.  “What?!  NO!”  The young hooded girl floundered around trying to think of an excuse without also insulting her new friend at the same time.  “I’m not looking for anyone!  Evenifhewasreallyniceandhelpedmeout!”  

There was a moment of silence between the three of them, however only for a moment as both Jaune and Yang began to burst out in a cacophonic laughter.  “Oh Rubes, never change.”  

And just like a kicked puppy, the young girl eyed her sister and pouted.  Something that was giving Jaune serious deja vu vibes from his own little sisters.  He wondered if it was just a universal sister thing or if perhaps he just didn’t have enough data.  “That was mean Yang!”  

The elder sister pulled the younger into a tight hug rubbing her face against her, “Oh Rubes, it's fine!  So.”  Jaune blinked as she brought her attention towards him, “No bunny pajamas today?”  This time, however, he felt his face grow a small tinge of red as he scratched the back of his head.  

“Uhm haha, no not right now at least.  Though they’re honestly really comfortable.”  

“And stylish too.”  

Ah, thank goodness he’d had all that sister training or he may have thought that was a real compliment.  He wasn’t exactly the best at picking out sarcasm, but that definitely was one.  “I mean, I like them enough, and they were a gift from one of my little sisters.”  

That had the unexpected effect of pulling the grin off her face and bringing her to a more serious look.  It was like she was pondering something for a moment before she started talking, “Family gifts ARE important.”  The blonde woman began to gently rub her hands through Ruby’s hair, running her fingers through the dark locks and pulling her close.  “Okay, you got me there then.”  

Jaune smiled at the small victory.  “Oh uhm, I’m Jaune, Jaune Arc.”  Reaching out his hand for a shake, which the girl replicated though she may have squeezed a bit too tight as he had to fight back a yelp.  

“Yang, Yang Xiao Long, Ruby’s big sister.”  When she released his hand he felt it pulse, “She has a seriously strong grip!”   “So you on your way to get your gear then?”    

“Yeah, it's almost time I think, and I don’t wanna be late.”  “I’d rather be there early, otherwise I’m going to fret all day.”   

Finally Ruby chimed back in, “Then we can all go together!”  The excitable girl hopped around the taller blondes with a bright smile on her face.  He couldn’t help but feel a bit of a confidence boost after witnessing Ruby’s own confidence.  She must believe that she had this in the bag, and if someone as young as her could do it?  Then well he could at the very least try,  even if he failed at the end of the day he could say he at least made an attempt.  And honestly, that's all he could ever ask of himself at this point.  

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”  He could at the very least give it his all.  And who knows, maybe things will turn out better than he’d expected.  

May found that she was practically floating!  Even the little part of her that screamed and chided her for last night’s acts was quashed down by how overall delighted she was.  She’d done it!  She’d practically confessed to her long time crush, and they’d almost gone all the way.  It had been an absolutely fantastic experience, one that she could only HOPE would get outdone when they finally DID have their first time together.  And as she all but glided across the Beacon grounds, she found herself still soaking in the memories of his touch.  She could practically still feel his body around hers, his big round cock sliding between her plump thighs, or his hands grasping onto her bare bottom.  Or oh how could she forget, the feeling his hot white seed soaking in her panties, foaming around the curves of her pussy.  

Just the thought of it sent shivers running up her spine and making her core clench in joy.  Though, and as much as she wanted to keep on with the memory, she had things to do.  So, she’d left her friend behind that morning, wanting to let him get as much sleep as he could before they HAD to get up.  She knew things were going to be rough for him, there was no way that whatever training his parents had given him was going to be enough.  She highly doubted he’d had any official training either, so she would make due on her promise.  She would protect him, and watch out for him.  But first thing first she needed to get herself in the mood.  

She’d spent a lot of time cleaning out her gear, her sniper though on the simpler side of things required a lot of attention and maintenance.  Something she went through on a daily basis to make sure that it was still functioning properly.  She would much rather be over prepared rather than not prepared, if things went bad after all.  This of course meant that she was the first one in the locker rooms.  It also meant that she was there when other people started to come in.  She heard a few passing remarks about her getting close to Pyrrha, or how she had gotten along with the scraggly looking blonde, but she ignored them.  Thankfully, and perhaps part of the reason WHY she put so much attention into her maintenance was because of how it let her wash out her normal shyness.  

She was able to ignore the dreadful thoughts of dealing with others, of having to face other people.  It let her simply concentrate on something that wouldn’t judge her, or talk about her behind her back.  She could just put her all into making sure that the very thing keeping her alive was working.  And that was something she could get behind, something she truly enjoyed.  So she ignored the conversations going on around her, and gratefully so.  Though, there was one conversation she found herself almost completely unable to ignore.  Thankfully she’d finished her preparations by that point.  

“So Pyrrha, have you thought about whose team you would want to be on.”

“I’m not quite sure.  I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may.”  

“Uhm, excuse me?”  

Okay, that was enough familiar voices to grab her attention, though as she finally snapped out of her own little world she realized how very few people were in the locker room now.  As far as she could see it was only herself, the Schnee, Jaune, Pyrrha, and two girls off in the distance.  “Oh, it's a good thing I finished.”   She wouldn’t want to be late after all.  

Though, she felt a chill run down her spine as she began to watch the rather painful event in front of her unfold.  

“What do you want?”  She flinched, if looks could kill she was sure that the Schnee would be charged with murder.  

Poor Jaune didn’t seem to notice though, “I’m sorry I was just wondering if you two could move please?  My stu-”  

“How dare you!  Do you not know who this is?!”  Oh she wasn’t going to let him finish.  She wasn’t sure she should join in, but… Jaune would have done it for her.  Letting out a sigh she walked up to the group.  Though by this point the Schnee had begun to make Pyrrha quite uncomfortable if the pained expression she had on her face was anything to go by.  

“And do you think you deserve to be on the same team as her?!”  

“I uhm…”  

“He… he didn’t… say anything about that though?”  May despite her normal meekness decided to chime in.  This of course had the unwanted but expected effect of earning her the Schnee’s wrath.  

“And WHO are you?”  Oh jeez, how could a girl just a bit smaller than her be so frightening?  It was like dealing with an angry chihuahua.  

Though, thankfully before May had to respond, Pyrrha decided to comment.  “Ms. Schnee, that’s enough.”  May was quite surprised at Pyrrha’s hardened voice as she gazed down upon the little Snow White.  “I believe that you’ve been rude enough as it was, Jaune here wasn’t even asking to be on a team.”  She turned her attention to Jaune, “But I would be delighted to be.”  

May smiled as Pyrrha gave Jaune a reassuring grin, the young boy’s face turning a deep crimson as he sputtered out a few nonsensical words.  

“Now that's most un…”  

“I believe he was simply asking us if we could move.  Isn’t that right Jaune?”  

“Yes please, you’re uh, in front of my locker.”  

The Schnee blinked as she turned towards the number in Jaune’s hand, and then the locker behind her.  Thankfully she had enough and stayed silently shortly after, huffing as she decided to take her leave.  

Frankly Jaune had no idea what to do in this situation, it had been awkward enough with the girl who’d already probably didn’t like him, just kind of threatening him.  “Well… that was interesting.”  

Pyrrha simply smiled his way, something that caught both May and Jaune’s attention as they felt a small warm feeling churn inside of them.  “I hope neither of you are bothered by any of what she said.”  

“None here.”  Jaune shook his head, he didn’t really get famous people.  

“That’s the same for me.”  May found herself stating what she felt was obvious.  Despite her shyness, she liked to be upfront about things.  

A warm cozy feeling fell upon the trio, only to be interrupted by the other two students still in the room.  “THAT WAS AWESOME!”  Ruby’s sudden appearance between the three caused the trio to suddenly jump back in surprise.  The young redhead turned her attention towards Pyrrha, a gleam in her eye that Pyrrha had seen all too often, however what came next wasn’t exactly what she expected.  “The way you shut her down!  Ms Snooty never saw it coming!”  This officially caught Pyrrha off guard, maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Well now, I see why you weren’t instantly smitten by my adorable little sister lover boy.”  

Jaune nearly jumped out of his pants as Yang suddenly appeared by his side, her arm resting on his shoulder, “You’ve got these two beauties fighting over!  Heck one of them’s even a champion!”  

Pyrrha couldn’t help but flinch at being called champion, even if this woman, she didn’t know their names, said it only in jest towards Jaune.  For now she’d let it slide, though she did take note of the way Jaune’s demeanor flattened.  Regardless, now wasn’t the time for that, they would all need to be at their utmost best if they wished to survive.

“Well uuuuh!  We should get going!”  

The younger girl, Ruby she believed her name was, decided to break the awkwardness.  

Pyrrha nodded, “I agree.”  The sooner she got her partner, the better things would turn out.  And hopefully, peering over to Jaune and May, she would end up on a team with these two splendid individuals.  

Jaune wasn’t ready for this!  He’d already been prepared for what was to come, but actually standing on a launchpad without any real plan other than “Use your Aura.” was not something that he felt comfortable with.  

“Today will be the day that you decide not only your partners, but your teams.”  

“Oh man!” 

“I knew it!”  

Jaune’s face scrunched as he heard two different voices in the background.  One he recognized as Ruby, and the other he didn’t.  

He couldn’t really argue with Ruby’s dismay, finding their partners in the middle of a forest was going to be awfully troublesome, it didn’t help that it was simply adding more pressure onto him, something he REALLY didn’t need right now.

“Oh gods I hope I don’t hurl.”

That had been another thing he’d been worried about when his elder sister had informed him that they’d be flying over the valley.

“The first person you make contact with will be your new partner.”  

“Oh that's… that doesn’t seem like a good way to build partnerships!”  

“As for teams?”  

Ozpin took a sip of his ‘coffee’.  Of course Jaune knew it wasn’t actually coffee, if he had to guess it was either tea or hot chocolate.  The man couldn’t handle anything bitter on his tongue.  He had a serious sweet tooth about it.  

“Well, that’s a secret.”  

Even in this rather unfortunate situation, Jaune found the time to roll his eyes.  

“Now then, Professor Goodwitch?”  

Jaune’s attention fell upon the disciplinarian and vice headmistress of Beacon Academy.  Probably the only real reason he’d actually made it in.  Even as he took the time to scan her cold demeanor, he couldn’t help but smile.  As scary as she was when she was stern and in her working mood, he’d always see her as nothing more than his loving aunt.  

“You will be launched one at a time into the Emerald Forest.”  

This he knew, “And when you touch down you will make an attempt to route with your fellow students.  The first individuals you make eye contact with will become your partner.”  He caught note of the s at the end of individuals, and that confused him slightly.  Had she miss-spoken?  

“From there, you have 48 hours to survive.”  

He blinked, this was different from what Rua had told him it would be!  But… survival?  He could make do with that!  Surviving off the land was probably the ONLY thing he was good at.

One nasally redhead decided to speak up, “What?  What does that have to do with being a huntsman!?”  

He was dutifully ignored. 

“We have provided all of you with a starter pack.”  

“Oh, that's what this is!”  

He heard Yang call out this time.  

“In it you will find various items, such as rope, a flint and steel, and most importantly a flare.  If ever you feel that you are unable to continue you and your teammates must decide on withdrawing.  Do note, there ARE Grimm in the forest.  You will have to learn to balance your survival instincts as well as your combat.  Being a Huntsman will often leave you in situations where you are low on supplies, or have to forage to survive.  This will be a good deciding factor on if any of you actually have what it means.”  

And with that she fell silent, pushing up her glasses as she took her place behind Ozpin. 

“Well then, any questions?”  

Jaune didn’t say anything, for the first time since he got here, he was feeling confident… except there was one thing he wanted to ask.  Raising his hand he was also ignored.  

“Good, I wish you the best of luck.”  

He couldn’t help but frown, catching the smile on Ozpin’s face as he was suddenly shot into the air, “I HAD A QUESTION!”  

Glynda watched as her nephew was suddenly launched into the air, having not noticed that several other students had already been sent off before him, “You know, Dana’s probably going to hear about that.”  

“Oh… hmm…”  

Ozpin frowned, that wasn’t good.  

“Well… he should be fine, he always did enjoy reading survival guides.”  

Glynda simply shook her head and sighed, this was going to be a very long initiation.  And, while she was supposed to be impartial, she did hope her nephew ended up on a good team.  

“So… has everyone already placed their bets onto the betting pool yet?”  

Glynda frowned, “You know how I feel about betting…”  

“Well?”  

“Ugh… yes.”

“And?”  

“Oobleck believes that at least a few students will get frisky during the initiation.  He stated that Winchester is definitely going to try something.”  

She glowered at the thought, “I don’t blame him… god I hope no woman ends up on his team.”  

“Agreed.”  

“Peach thinks that Lie, Valkyrie, and Sustrai will be up to some form of mischief and hanky panky.”  

“Mmhmm.”  

“And I believe that Zedong and Arc will push their relationship a little further.”

“Oh come now, that’s an easy bet.  We all could practically hear them last night.”  He took a sip of his drink once more, “I’m betting that Nikos snaps, you can smell the repression on the girl a mile away, your nephew is in danger.”  

“I swear, he’s just like his mom…”  

[lesbianlovelanguage]

YOUTUBER AU I’m such a fucking sucker for those. It can be anything you want really. Maybe they are friends doing a challenge or something and they end up kissing (or more ;)) or they could meet each other at like a creator even and take a pic together and everyone starts to ship them... :)

HI! Anon I am so sorry, life has been *general handwaving* a MESS. But, I’ve finally gotten most of my shit together and look! A fic! Finally!!! I hope you enjoy two ridiculous boys being ridiculous.

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“You guys asked for it, and here it is. The explanation to Bendy and the Ink Machine! Now, I’ve watched a ton of playthroughs of this, especially The RatKing’s, as well as played through it myself, and I think I’ve got it.” 

Such a simple statement, it made it through both of the editors as well as Steve and Dustin themselves without raising any red flags. But as with everything, once it had been released on the internet it became fuel for fans to break apart and over analyze. 

The comments started pouring in, the standard mix of support and people trying to break apart his theory. But one comment in particular would stand out and begin something so much bigger than itself. 

Twenty minutes after Steve had pressed upload, someone with the username Random Hoe posted a comment saying Awe! A collab between you and Billy would be totes amazing!! While an innocent comment in itself, it began to pick up steam as people ranted and demanded for the two popular youtubers to interact more. It turned from video ideas to outright shipping within two hours, and only five hours after the video had been up, people began tagging Steve on Twitter with everything from edited screen grabs to fanart and video edits, all about Steve and Billy’s secret yet undying love for each other. 

Steve had almost quit Youtube as the fanbase for what had been dubbed “Stilly” steadily grew and became all the more ravenous. There were less and less comments and reactions to his theories, whether movie, video game, or even book related, and more and more comments about how he needed to do a collab with Billy ASAP, and how he’s queerbaiting, and how it’s okay to come out, it was 20Gayteen after all. He had tried to do damage control, but it only made things worse. 

And then someone showed Billy, and Steve not only wanted to quit Youtube, but also crawl under a rock. 

Billy’s only reaction to someone sending him a picture of Steve and Billy during a live stream was “Nice art, like the hair,” but Steve could have sworn his mouth twitched down in a grimace before Billy recovered his composure. 

But Dustin had convinced Steve to keep going, and with two months of no recognition or new content, the frenzy of Stilly shipping died down. It never disappeared, but no one sent anymore art to Billy and stopped tagging Steve in all of their posts. That had been in February. 

Vidcon was in June, and Stilly was the least of Steve’s worries. He’d been asked to host a panel on the new game show he and Dustin had begun hosting on Youtube TV about pop culture trivia, and then host a live episode with various Youtube guests as competitors. It promised to be relatively simple, a simple explanation of the origin and behind-the-scenes and a simple Q&A session followed by what he spent every Thursday doing for the past two months. And it was, him and Dustin breezing through the panel bouncing off of each other and the first round of Did You Know? You Don’t Say? flying by as the famed beauty guru aced almost every question. But once the second guest stepped on stage, Steve knew it was all going to go to shit. 

Because Billy Hargrove, The Rat King himself, swaggered out on the stage in flip flops and an Everlast crop top and flopped into the contestant’s chair with a smirk. Steve froze, mouth suddenly drier than a desert. 

Luckily, Dustin didn’t even stutter. “Ah! The next victim. Should we go easy on him?” He waggled his eyebrows as he asked the audience. The audience shouting brought Steve out of his daze, and with a shake of his head, he turned and spread his arms out wide. 

“Well then, let’s begin. So, Billy, Do you know what the rarest MnM color is?” 

The cocky smirk melted off of Billy’s face, replaced by one of thoughtful determination. He’s silent for only a moment before he looks up and says, “Brown, like your eyes, Pretty Boy.” Steve feels his pale skin flush with heat, but he coughs and tries to play it off.

“Quite the charmer there, Rat King. Luckily, your lines are actually true. One point! Let’s see it!” He calls out and then looks behind him to the television screen currently displaying the scoreboard. A large blocky 1 appears and the audience cheers. 

“Alrighty then,” Dustin says after the crowd dies down. “Next question. Billy, Do you know the original name of Istanbul?” Billy chuckles, and shakes his head.

“Easy. Constantinople.”

Dustin fake pouts and looks over to Billy. “None of that Rat King charm for me?” The audience laughs, and Billy chuckles before throwing a wink at Dustin.

“Not quite old enough to ride this ride, bud.” 

Dustin scoffs and shakes his head, making the curls bounce around wildly. “Whatever you say, old man. You did get it right by the way. Let me see another point!” Dustin mimics Steve and gestures towards the scoreboard which now shows a big, white 2. 

“Your turn, Pretty Boy. Give me something hard.”

“Alright. Let’s see.” Steve pretends to look over his notes before seeing the perfect question. “So, Billy, Do you know which two American states don’t observe daylight savings time?” Billy stares blankly at Steve. This was the final question in their lineup, but he had asked for a hard question. 

Luckily, Billy recovers quickly and clears his throat before giving another chuckle. “Damn, I know I said give me a hard one, but I wasn’t expecting that. I’m gonna go with Hawaii and Alaska?” Steve shakes his head and gives a small sigh. 

Dustin gives a little cheer, and then runs over to a table off to the side of the stage where they have a cue card that the contestant has to read off of if they lose. It was Dustin’s idea, the You don’t say? part of the title. It’s his favorite part of the show, because they get to see their contestants say some ridiculous things.

“Well, unfortunately, that was incorrect,” Steve announces over the booing audience. “And, following the rules, you now have to read whatever is on this card.” Dustin hands Billy the cue card with a wicked grin. 

Billy sighs and flips over the card. There’s a moment of silence as he reads over what the card says, and then he looks up at Steve and clears his throat.

“Would a Pretty Boy want to go out with me?” He says in a clear voice, gaze never leaving Steve’s. 

Suddenly too many things for Steve to process happen at once. He feels the heat return to his cheeks and his mouth dry out again, the audience goes wild, and a buzzer sounds, signaling that they were out of time for Did You Know? You Don’t Say? Dustin comes through and pushes a frozen Steve off-stage, where Billy is waiting in the wings. With the audience’s weighty gaze gone, the feeling returns to Steve all at once.

“What the hell man? What was that out there?” He hissed at Billy. The man simply shrugs and gives another one of his trademark smirks.

“Just giving the people what they want, Princess. Try to keep up.” And then he turns around, and walks away. Simple as that. Nothing to it. 

Steve wants to scream. Fortunately, he and Dustin have been friends for years, and he knows all of Steve’s tics by now. The stagehands shoo them from the wings, and he pulls Steve through one of the backdoors to outside the convention center. Somehow, he also procures a water bottle in the hustle, and hands it to Steve once they’re both sitting on the steps outside. Steve takes the water bottle gratefully and chugs half of it in one long gulp. He pulls it away and wipes at his face before sighing. He seems to deflate, like a balloon losing all of its helium at once, and Dustin puts an arm around him. It’s awkward because he’s shorter than Steve, but it’s still comforting nonetheless. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Dustin asks quietly.

“I- I’m so stupid. For just a second I thought it was real, but why would it be? What would someone like him see in someone like me?” Dustin lets out a huff before pulling away and turning towards Steve.

“Steve, buddy, pal o’ mine. You’re an idiot. If anything, he doesn’t deserve you. He’s a pompous ass for pulling a stunt like that. It’s bullshit.” 

“He could have anyone. Between his paycheck and his pecs, he’s one of Youtube’s hottest content creators.”

“Yeah, sure. But for the sake of alliteration, he also lacks personality. The guy’s a huge dick! And he proved it today. He knew that you wouldn’t shut him down and bitch him out on stage, so he thought it would be funny to pull that shit.”

“Yeah, he is kind of just a publicity-seeking asshole, you’re right,” Steve admits, feeling a little better, and a lot angrier. “You know what, Dusty-Poo? I’m gonna find him, and give him a piece of my mind.” He stands up, itching for a fight and knowing who to go find for one.

“Tha-that’s not exactly what I meant but sure! Go knock him down a peg.” Dustin stands up as well and follows Steve back onto the main showfloor. 

It takes about twenty minutes to find Billy amongst the crowd but Steve sees him, and locks in like a tiger stalking his prey. Or something cool like that. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t have to make a huge scene as he walks up to Billy and gets in his face. 

“You. Me. Conference Room 3. Now,” Steve says, poking a finger in the middle of Billy’s chest to emphasize his point. Billy chuckles, but still follows along as they walk into the empty conference room. Once they clear the doors and Steve hears them swing shut behind them, he turns to Billy.

“Explain. What the fuck was the point of that little,” he wavs his hand around, “stunt you pulled during the game show?” 

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Told you Pretty Boy. I gave the people what they wanted. 

“So that’s it? It was a publicity stunt?” 

“You tell me. You’re the one who started the whole thing,” Billy shoots back, still holding on to an air of nonchalance, but Steve can his patience waning.

“You- you mean the stuff from February? When I happened to mention you in one video? You think I meant for that shitstorm to start, for fun and publicity?” 

Billy only shrugs again.

“Okay. Nope. Again, I mentioned your channel one time, as a source. Gave credit where credit was due. I do it for all the channels I watch! I’ve mentioned Nancy’s channel like 8 times, and Jonathan’s too. Never had this shit started with them.”

“They’re married, Steve. Like super married. Of course it wouldn’t. We’re both single, queer youtubers. Of course shit’s gonna stop. Didn’t your agent or whoever look over your video?”

Steve huffs. “Oh yeah, let me just go hire an agent, cause I have such a need for someone to monitor my every move,” Steve snarked. Billy just looked at him like he had failed to add 2 and 3.

“You’re telling me you, part of one of the biggest channels on Youtube, don’t have an agent?” 

“We’re not one of the biggest channels, and we’ve never needed one! We’ve got our team of editors and assistants, no need for some agent.”

“Steve,” Billy says patiently, like he was explaining something to a child, “You have over 4 million subscribers. That’s a big channel.” 

“We’re still not one of the biggest channels, dipshit.”

“Oh, I'm the dipshit? I didn’t start a fucking fandom frenzy apparently by accident. Because I was smart and got a fucking agent.”

“You’re such an asshole.” 

“Whatever you say Princess.”

“Stop fucking calling me a princess!” Steve screams, voice booming in the silent conference room. “Why do you do that? Pretty Boy, Princess, Stevie? Just- just stop with the fucking nicknames. It’s not fair.” The second part of his outburst comes out as a whisper, sounding almost desperate. 

Billy was at a loss for words, but then again, he had always been more of a man of action. 

So he says nothing, only gives a seconds’ thought of what he was going to do, before lunging forward and doing it. 

Steve’s next words are muffled as Billy crashes their lips together with absolutely no finesse, teeth clacking. It probably constituted as the worst kiss Billy has ever had, but as he moves back, Steve grabs a fist full of blond locks and pulls him forward. Their 

second kiss is far better. By no means is it soft, but that was just par for the course with them wasn’t it? 

The kiss comes to a natural ending as they both pull back to breath, before Steve starts to giggle. 

“You really need to work on your pick-up lines, Rat King.”

A soft gasp from the doorway cuts off Billy’s retort, and they both turn to see a girl decked out in Youtube merch, including a jacket with the Upside Down Theories logo on it. She had dropped her backpack, and was open-mouthed gaping at the two. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates as she frantically gathers up her backpack and shoots out of the conference room. 

“Chances that this blows up online by tomorrow?” Steve asks, turning to the blond next to him. 

“I’m betting in the next two hours, Pretty Boy,” Billy replies.

A wicked smirk creeps onto Steve’s lips as he shrugs and says, “Oops. What was that about getting an agent to help with this stuff?” 

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Aside from this taking FOREVER, I hope you guys enjoy this! It was tons of fun to write.

tag team: @lostnoise @gideongrace @stevefuckingharrington @a-magey @catharrington @trashycatarcade @myboyfriendsteve @thesummerof84 @lightsupinthenorth @smashmouth-hargrove (lmk if you would like to be added/removed from the list!)

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Shinsou NSFW Alphabet.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Laaaaazy, very very lazy and just wants to relax. At most, Shinsou will reach over to the paper towels he brought in advance so he can clean you both up quickly and get back to lounging around. Laying in cum is not ideal and he knows it. If you hold him close and stay quiet, he will drift off into sleep.

B = Body Parts (Which of their own body parts is their favorite? Which of s/o’s body parts is their favorite? Which of their body parts is s/o’s favorite?)

Shinsou likes his hands. They are big and calloused from training, which you have said feels really nice on your sensitive skin. Not to mention his fingers are thick, which is optimal for stretching out your tight pussy and stroking spots deep inside you that you could never hope to reach. 

His favorite part of your body is your neck. In combination with your clavicles, it’s very graceful and beautiful to him. He loves exploring all of your sensitive areas and making you giggle. And he won’t admit it, but Shinsou has a bit of a possessive streak, so he can’t help giving you a hickey once in a while, admiring the way it peeks out from the edge of your shirt collar. Sometimes he will keep his hand at the nape of your neck and stroke you like a kitten. 

Your favorite body part of his is whatever you want to imagine! He has lovely hands, as stated, and he is tall and lean and muscular, although not overly so. Got a very nice pert butt from training, too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum.)

Shinsou has two particular favorite scenarios regarding his cum — one in which he finishes in your mouth and makes you open up to show him the milky substance coating your tongue, and one in which he comes inside you and pushes your pussy lips apart to see it run down your folds because there was simply too much to be contained. 

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs.)

He wants to tie you up in his bandages and use his quirk on you. The former is something he is far more willing to admit. The latter makes him feel dirty and ashamed of himself. He has always prided himself on using his quirk strictly for good, but he thinks that using it in a sexual situation would be too self-serving. You would need to talk it out with him in advance and ease him into the idea. He thinks about it from time to time, when you have a blissed out expression on your face while he’s fucking you hard and deep. He imagines you so willing and pliant to his demands, like a cute little doll that he can use for his pleasure. Shinsou wants you to feel good, too, of course. That’s why you will have to work with him to figure out what your boundaries are before delving into this kink.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? How competent are they sexually?)

You are his first, and in his eyes, hopefully the only. He would never be intimate with someone he doesn’t care about. And because he is so hopelessly in love with you, he makes your pleasure a priority. Shinsou becomes very proficient in sex relatively quickly. It certainly helps that he is observant and patient in everything he does.

F = Favorite Position (What’s their favorite sexual position to be in, or to have s/o in?)

When he is dominant, he likes to see your face and feel as much of you as he can. He enjoys having your arms wrapped around him and raking your nails down his back as he fucks you, and he likes having your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can get deeper into you. When he is tired and easygoing, he very much enjoys you on top of him. He can let you set the pace and lay back while you bounce on his cock, and he likes the fact that he can grab your hips at any time and surprise you with an upward thrust that makes you let out the cutest sounds.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous during sex?)

Typically more serious, but he definitely intersperses flirty teasing in between all the seriousness. Sex always starts off with Shinsou flustering you in whatever way he can, and slowly progresses to him becoming undone by how good you feel wrapped around his cock. By the end of it, he is deep in his feelings (and in you) because he’s just so happy to have you and love you like this, and the teasing is typically replaced with either dirty talk or romantic confessions.

H = Hair (What’s their pubic hair like? How do they prefer s/o’s pubic hair? Do they have any specific fetishes or desires involving hair?)

Shinsou trims his bush and keeps himself looking nice and fresh. He prefers you to keep your area neat or shaved. Can’t see him as having a fetish for anything involving hair. 

I = Intimacy (How intimate and romantic are they during sex?)

Intimate and romantic, although not overtly so! Perhaps more so intimate, because even when he is being rough and dirty, you can always feel the undercurrent of love. He caresses you, strokes your hair, gives you slow, deep kisses, holds you close when he is about to cum, calls you all sorts of sweet nicknames.

J = Jacking Off (How do they masturbate? Do they like to watch s/o masturbate? How do they feel about s/o masturbating without them?)

Not really one to masturbate. His libido was on the low side before meeting you, and when he’s not around you then he doesn’t feel inclined to touch himself unless you keep sending him filthy texts and nudes. Even then, he will only masturbate to your messages or thoughts of you, fisting his hard cock in motions that mimic how you usually play with him.

He loooooves to watch you masturbate. Huge turn-on for Shinsou, especially if he catches you in the act. You are not allowed to touch yourself unless he watches, which is why he enjoys finding you disobeying his order so much. Perfect opportunity to make you continue, only to force you not to come unless he allows it. Shinsou will edge you for as long as he wants, running his hands along your inner thighs and watching with heavily lidded eyes as he makes you stop to show him your slick juices coating your fingers. He will lick those fingers clean and shove his face between your legs to lap at your wet pussy. He wants you to come so hard that you’ll drench his chin.

K = Kink (What are their kinks?)

As mentioned before, he loves to watch you masturbate. Edging, bondage, sensory deprivation, dirty talk and degradation, sexting, having you dress up for him in lingerie (he prefers sheer babydoll lingerie), using his quirk (and if you have a suitable quirk for the bedroom, then he enjoys you using yours on him), breeding, and somnophilia.

L = Location (What are their favorite places to have sex?)

At home! Shinsou is a private person, he doesn’t want to get caught having full-blown sex in public. That being said, he doesn’t mind secretly fingering you in a secluded area. But the best place for him is at home. When you are within the comfort of your own house, Shinsou will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. No surface is safe from you two.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Watching you go about your daily activities in outfits that give him glimpses of your thighs, the tops of your breasts, your slender neck, etc. It teases him so much and you don’t even know it. You just look so relaxed and happy, and there’s something so sensual about it all. He’s also very much turned on when you act coy around him, wearing sexy lingerie and cupping the front of his pants while kissing his neck and encouraging him to ravage you. He plays hard to get when you do this, just to see you lavish him in attention to get him to break.

N = No (What are their turn-offs and hard limits?)

He doesn’t really like to inflict pain on you. Spanking and mild breathplay is okay, but he never wants to draw blood or see you suffering. Very big turn-off. He also doesn’t like cuckoldry, omorashi, or age play.

O = Oral (What are their typical behaviors and preferences in giving and receiving oral?)

Likes to give and receive. Shinsou usually either fingers you or licks you before even thinking of shoving his cock inside you. He enjoys getting blowjobs as well. Favorite scenarios include him lounging around after a long stressful day at work, and you drop to your knees to worship his cock, or he winds his fingers in your hair and rubs his crotch against your face until you open your mouth nice and wide for him.

P = Pace (What is their preferred sexual pace?)

Prefers to take his time and go slow, run through the whole process of flirting and foreplay, and savoring your delicious cries and gummy tight heat around his cock while he fucks you.

Q = Quickie (What are their opinions on quickies?)

Oh he’s totally into them. Shinsou is a busy guy with a raging hard-on, so he doesn’t always have time to thoroughly wreck you like he prefers. Even though he cherishes alone time with you to explore your body, he can just as easily have you pressed against the wall and bury his cock in you, stifling your cries as he fucks you fast and desperate. He gives you a loving kiss after quickies just to make sure you don’t feel used or gross. Not that you ever do, but he is a gentleman like that.

R = Risk (How risky are they sexually? Do they enjoy experimentation?)

He takes precautions when it comes to protection. There’s nothing sexy about an unplanned pregnancy (unless you are in a stable financial situation and mentally ready for this responsibility). That being said, he does not enjoy condoms that much, so if you can go on birth control then he is very appreciative of it. It’s not a requirement though, he will wear condoms if needed.

Regarding experimentation, Shinsou likes to dabble in light BDSM. Bondage and sensory deprivation are his preferred kinks. He likes to be in control but he can be a very good sub if you want him like this. Don’t expect him to be too obedient, he’s gotta give you a bit of a hard time just to see what kind of punishment you’ll inflict on him. It’s really satisfying to see his arrogant smirk whipped off his face and replaced with an open, drooling mouth as he succumbs to your delicious torture.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc?)

Shinsou has very good self-control, which lets him last for quite a while. Refractory period is decent but he can’t do too many multiple rounds. He prefers to take his time and make the first and/or second time really count. Foreplay is an important part of sex for Shinsou, he revels in making each other hot and horny and tingling with built-up tension that’s begging to be released. And because he puts so much effort in the beginning, that is why he feels spent after making love. For Shinsou, it’s quality over quantity.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Would they ever use them? On their s/o or on themselves?)

Usually relies on his hands, mouth, and cock to do the job, but let’s face it. Sometimes Shinsou just wants to lay beside you, hold a vibrator between your legs, and watch you with a playful smirk as he edges you to the brink of insanity. You will have to endure his deep voice rumbling filthy obscenities in your ear while the vibrator passes through your folds with slow, barely there strokes, and sometimes when you bite your lip and cant your hips for more, he will indulge you – only to take the vibrator away as soon as he senses you are about to come. When he decides you are sufficiently tortured, he will spoon you from behind, throw your leg over his hip, and shove his cock deep inside you. Toys are strictly for getting you wet and delirious with need. He wants you to cum on his cock.

U = Unfair (How much of a tease are they? Do they enjoy being teased?)

Shinsou is a huge tease and he is very good at it. His teasing takes on the form of unfiltered truths. He will tell you exactly how he wants to fuck you, how good you look with your legs spread out and your little hole all stretched out around his cock, how beautiful you look, how sweet your mewls of pleasure sound, he says it all and never dials down the filth. He doesn’t mind getting teased, but he usually won’t be that flustered by it. If he is, then that is a treat in of itself. Shinsou looks so cute when he gets thrown off his groove and blushes. You’ll pay for that, though. He likes to be in charge, which means he will amp up the teasing to bring you down a notch.

V = Volume (How loud are they during sex? What kinds of noises do they make? How loud do they want their s/o to be?)

He is usually silent. At most, he will let out a broken groan when he is close to coming. Otherwise, he prefers to listen to you. You can cover your mouth and act shy all you want. He actually enjoys it, because he loves making you flustered and forcing you to let out moans and whimpers. You sound like a cute kitten to him, and he will tell you as such.

W = Wild Card (A random sexual headcanon.)

Your first time with Shinsou is very memorable to him. He remembers that day perfectly and it makes him feel warm inside when he thinks about it. You were both still so awkward yet so desperate to finally have sex. He remembers avidly watching your face while he carefully eased his cock inside you, his body pressed up against yours as his arms caged your head and his hands caressed your hair.

X = X-Ray (Describe their genitalia.)

Long and decently girthy, although not too thick. Curves a bit upwards, which makes missionary feel particularly fantastic when the head of his cock strokes your upper walls. He trims his cute purple bush so everything is neat and tidy.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Shinsou is the type to keep his urges at bay because he has excellent self-control. But rest assured, he is usually always ready. It wouldn’t take much effort to entice him, seeing as how he is absolutely in love with you and wants to show it in every way possible. He is remarkably good at keeping his composure, and if he decides he needs you right then and there, he will lead you away under platonic pretenses while whispering in your ear all the things he plans to do to you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?)

Fairly quickly. He has just enough energy to clean up all the stickiness before exhaustion overcomes him. The warm, relaxing feeling after coming never fails to ease all of his tension. If you ever want Shinsou to fall asleep, sex is always the most effective option, and he will not complain.

[angria]

My church still remains the one consistent good thing in my life. I have other good things, but I have yet to have a bad experience at my church and I will have been there two years this month.

CW: positive religion talk/not evangelizing, Christianity, God mention

Every single encounter I have with one of the priests or a parishioner is so loving and welcoming. They go out of their way to make sure you feel supported. My church recently joined an interfaith organization in the city, which already has over 300 churches/places of worship involved. Their main purpose is to identify societal injustice prominent in the city/state and bring plans of action to political delegates so they may change or implement laws to address these issues.

I attended a listening session within my church (and it turned out to just be me, one of the priests, and the core leader) and I spoke about the stigma of mental health and the lack of access to treatment. Which they brought to the bigger assembly of the organization. That assembly identified seven issues, including affordable housing, racial justice, education, etc. And within the healthcare issue they emphasized mental health. Turns out, my church is part of the team for the mental health sub-issue. So I (the priest) and T (the core leader) invited me to observe a core team meeting last night. It was so cute too when T passed out the agenda and one of the topics was “Say Hello to E” 😊 The meeting was really cool and we bounced around ideas for the organization, but then I and T brought up my listening session (no details) and wanted to start a mental health support group at our church. Even among our welcoming community, mental health isn’t necessarily discussed in the open. So that was huge! They really want to get it off the ground in the fall. Then! They invited me to join the core team group! I told them I’m interested, but just don’t know my schedule due to the job search. Still, it was really cool that they invited me.

I don’t like to talk much about my personal relationship with God, but honestly? I can clearly see Him through all my experiences with this church... Randomly meeting that Episcopal priest at my coffeeshop two years ago, with her suggesting I try out this church. Discovering the rector is openly gay and also has an MSW, having worked in adolescent inpatient wards, that he knows how to help me because religion is so intertwined with my trauma history. After meeting with J one-on-one for a couple months, I attended my first service, terrified to go.  I had so many bad experiences at churches (Catholic) up until that point...will this church be any different?  As soon as I walked in, someone came up and introduced themselves, sharing welcome and if I needed anything. J was presiding the service and the Gospel reading was the Parable of the Prodigal Son (Lk 15:11-32)--a wandering lost son comes back to his father, who immediately welcomes him back and rejoices that his son is found. In his sermon, J spoke that God loves you far too much not to rejoice in you, that it is in God’s nature to find and to love, that you are precious and loved and worth seeking and searching, that you are worth rejoicing. And if you can’t see that for yourself, believing you do not deserve to be found, then let J (and God) believe it for you until you are able to.  Because you are worthy and deserving of love, just for being you.  No exceptions.

That was the very first sermon I heard at this church. Needless to say, I was sitting in the back, sobbing. And as I was leaving, J saw me and broke out into a smile, telling me he was so proud I came, knowing it was painful for me. Never had I heard such a sermon/homily at a single Catholic Church in my life.  I have an extremely difficult time recognizing God’s presence in my life, terrified to even look for it due to what happened as a child. Let alone believe it. But, those first experiences with this church? Might as well slap me in the face, His presence is blatantly here. This church is my home. I have finally found a home overflowing with unconditional love, validation, and support. And they remind me of my worth every time, whether I can see it for myself or not.

[hyuniins]

how to love your dragon. 

part one. 

hello i decided to take up writing again (●´ω｀●) my old blog will be missed, i will try to post often and i might even repost some old stories from my old blog. anyways i love this concept so i hope you like this! <3 tell me if you’ll be interested in more parts because i have so many ideas for this story!!

part one - part two - part three

genre: skz’s hyunjin, royalty!au, dragonboy!au, fluff (female reader)

word count: 3k

lavender; a medicinal plant that can ease the dreary feeling of anxiety and stress. the sun spills through the cracks between the trees branches, as your sights scan the forest floors in search for the purple flower. your tattered journal in hand, pages filled with the little bits of knowledge you’ve gathered in hopes to piece together the ideas you’ve longed to understand. from your own notes and makeshift drawings of nature, to ripped out pages of old books from the castle’s library stuffed into the fragile pages of the book held tightly to your chest as you frolic along the grassy path.

your fascination with herbs, medicine, and the human body started when you were smaller, when your family visited a neighboring kingdom that had a herbalist of their own. as your parents conversed with their royal friends and let out hearty laughs as they shared stories, you caught yourself, at age 7, staring at your shoes and fiddling with your fingers. the herbalist sends you a smile from her place beside the kitchen staff. she walks towards you, kneeling to your height and offering a hand. “you seem bored princess, do wanna come see something?” you blinked your eyes at the woman, she had bouncy, jet black hair and black narrow eyes, offering a soft smile. your gaze shifted upwards to your father, who smiled at the woman, then at you. you then let your hand hesitantly fall into the hand of the woman’s. her smile grew, and she stood to guide you into the the castle’s halls. it was a long walk through the huge foreign castle, until you were led into the gardens. you found yourself in the castle’s greenhouse which consisted of glass walls and roof, you saw flower pots and vines lining the interior, framing the stars above you through the glass. the moonlight poured into the greenhouse, illuminating the beautiful colors on each bloom in the space. that night with the herbalist consisted of her showing you the different flowers and plants, explaining their medicinal purposes, how she grows them for the castle’s nurse, how they can be used in food, and all their other many uses.

you bit your lip as you made your way through the forest, sticks and leaves crackling under your feet. you knew you had to hurry up and collect the herbs you wanted to find, because the guards would turn up shortly, surely upset that you didn’t ask for a escort through the forest. the palace was very overprotective of you, the crown princess, and it became suffocating. going out into the forest to collect the herbs and plants you were studying was a sort of escape for you. a breath of fresh air.

you halted your treading when you heard rustling in the trees above. you looked up, expecting to find a squirrel, but the rustling began to move through the trees. it bounced between branches, moving too fast to be able to see what it was. you stood still, your eyes following the movement above you, until the culprit of the rustling fell in the distance. you eyed the spot, stunned. you could see the dark silhouette bundled up in the distance where the it had fallen. you wondered what it could be, the seemed too big to be a squirrel or a bird. 

you stepped slowly towards the unknown creature. as you came closer you noticed how the sunlight reflected off of its skin, realizing the gleam came from the pitch black scales cascading down it’s body. you noticed its tail swishing, and realized it was still alive. it raised it’s head a bit, and you saw the pool of blood forming around the animal. the sight made you panic, and you watched as two tattered wings lifted from the spine of the animal.

a dragon.

dragons were common here, only they never got this close to the palace, since the guards always shot down any that got too close. dragons have attacked humans for ages, thus where the feud between the species started. dragons were blood thirsty, and a threat to human kind.

you looked at its face, a sleek snout and narrow green eyes. as the dragon lifted its wings, it let out a desperate whimper. you watched blood trickle from tatters lining it’s wings. they were broken.

red hot fear flooded your body and your senses as you gazed at it, body paralyzed, and throat filling with a shrill scream that begged to rip through your body.

the dragon’s eyes opened slowly, pupils observing its surrounding for a moment, before they landed on you. panicked, the dragon uncoiled itself from its bundled up position, and lifted it’s weak body hurriedly, revealing it’s appearance to you. the dragon wasn’t big, it’s size was similar to that of a small wolf. it’s scales were a shiny black, a stark contrast to it’s bright green eyes. blood trickled from it’s wings, as it scurried into a nearby bush. 

the harsh movements and panicked state of the dragon scared you even more, a part of your mind screaming at you to get out of there before it managed to attack. the other part of you, however, noticed the limp in it’s walk as blood cascaded down its wings. you stared at the bush, and made the decision that changed your life forever. 

you follow the blood trail into the bush, and kneel down to the greenery, extending your shaky hands to move the leaves to get a better view. your heart races.

there was now a human boy, laying in the bush.

you look down into the bush, to the face of a young boy, his eyes closed as he seemed to be asleep.  you back up, and look around the bush in search of any sign of the dragon, but find nothing. this calmed your nerves, knowing you weren’t coming in contact with a vulnerable, and unpredictable beast. you looked at the boy, making you wonder why he could be here, sleeping in a bush, or maybe if he had seen the dragon as well. you wondered if he was hurt, sick, or lost.

you could get up, and make your way to the palace right at this moment, and never have to worry about this again. 

you gazed at his soft features again and sighed.

damn this heart of yours.

you reached into the bush to hoist the boy out by his arms. as you pulled half of his body out, you noticed he was naked. you let go of his arms, throwing your arms up, turning away instantly. you huffed at your misfortune, and pulled your satchel from across your body. you dug through its contents until you found one of your silk sheets. you carried the silk around so you could lay it out when you picnicked in the forest and ate your meals. you draped the silk cloth over his bare body, before grabbing his arms and hoisting him completely out of the greenery. you knelled down beside him, checking his pulse and breathing.

 he was definitely still alive. 

your eyes wandered over the soft features of the boy’s face. he had soft milky skin, and pink pillow-like lips. he had a defined slant to his nose, and defined brows. your gaze lingered on his features, till it met his long charcoal hair, which framed his face delicately, the bottoms of his hair curling at his neck. as you observed this, you noticed a red trickle creeping up the grass towards his shoulders. your eyes widen as you realized the red pool of blood forming around his body. 

in your panic, you lifted the boy up by his shoulders, his chest pressing flush against your own. you looked at his back, and the sight horrified you.

two jet black, leathery pairs of tattered wings hung weakly from his bare back, dripping crimson.

your senses were stunned, as you tried to process what you were witnessing. you then heard a low grumble from the latter, as his head fell weakly into the expanse of your neck.

“damnit.” he mumbled, his voice rough and groggy.

you pulled back to observe the boy, as his head lifted from your neck. his eyes fluttered open lazily, lips pouted as he began coming to his senses. once you came into his focus, his eyes blew wide as he tried to scurry backwards, only to  stumble, and curse at the pain from his back.

your heart started pounding in your chest, your mind turned into mush, as your mouth stuttering nonsense. “hey, don’t move, your wounds... are severe. here, lay on your stomach a-and i’ll try to-”

your words were cut off by his hiss, his bright green eyes sharp and narrowed. he bared his fangs, his entire mien a warning to stay away.

you were never one to take hints though, it seems, because you eyed him for a moment, making his intimidating expression falter a bit.

“you don’t seem to be in the position to act so tough.” you say shakily. “listen, i have some things in my bag that can help you.”

his eyes narrowed impossibly smaller, like he was trying to read an unknown language with your words. he then cocked his head a bit, fangs still visible.

“why.” he uttered out in a hushed tone.

you slowly grabbed your bag, and began pulling out your materials. he lifted his head a bit, eyes trying to look into the top of your bag.

“because i’m not going to leave you to bleed out like this.” you said, beginning to walk towards him. he shuffled back, biting back a groan from the pain.

“stop moving so much, or the bleeding won’t stop.” you state.

“i won’t take orders from a human.” he spits.

you took notice of his words, which still shocked you, even though you were aware of that fact. no human has scaly wings.

“if you’re not human, what are you?’ you say as you eyed him cautiously, pulling out another cloth from your bag.

he scoffed, a smirk forming on his face as he did, showing one of his fangs in all its glory, pearly white with the rest of his straight smile.

“are the wings not obvious.” he joked.

you thought about his comment, noticing how he let his shoulders relax as you walked around to his back.

“is this okay? i need to stop the bleeding.” you ask as you hold up the cloth. he nods.

you both let silence fill the air, the only sounds being heard are his grunts and sharp inhales from your ministrations on his wounds. you noticed the dried blood adorning his toned back.

“what’s your name?” you asked quietly, causing him to shift a bit to look at you surprisingly.

“you want to know my name?” he said mockingly, like you had said something comical.

you sighed at this. “that’s what i said, isn’t it?”

he giggled a bit at your frustration. “it’s just funny that you ask what my name is, and not why there’s wings on my back.” he says.

you blinked a bit. “right, i’ll make sure to ask that one next.”

he laughed, a genuine laugh, not the kind of amused giggle he was letting out as he mocked you.

“hyunjin.” he breathed.

“hm?’ you questioned.

“my name.”

“oh.” you answered.

hyunjin, cute.

it became silent again, as you finished cleaning his back, the wounds having stopped bleeding.

“aren’t you going to ask my name?” you asked, mocking offense.

“i wasn’t planning on it, no.” he replied simply.

you huffed at his answer, directing your attention back to your bag, where you rummaged through your bottles.

he must have realized he said something wrong, because he followed up with the words,

 “tell me your name.”

you looked up at him, seeing a soft apologetic smile on his lips.

“y/n.” you answered.

he nodded his head slightly, turning his head forward again.

you found aloe extract in your bag, seeing it was the only medicinal you had with you that might be able to even slightly help. you sighed, and began rubbing the substance on his wounds.

“i don’t enough supplies here to treat these wounds properly, i might have to take you back with me.” you explain.

“absolutely not.” he protests. “i’m not walking into human territory like this.”

you looked at him. “you seem very human looking to me.. besides the little wings and fangs.”

he scoffed at this. “i’m a dragon, if you didn’t already piece that together, the one you just saw fall on his ass out of the sky.”

you stared at him. “if you’re that dragon, why aren’t you.. a dragon.” you deadpanned.

he rolled his eyes. “i have two dispositions; drake, and this man-like form. the full-on lizard mode is my drake.”

you looked at him in awe. “do all dragons do- that.” you pointed to his human form.

he nodded his head. “yeah, kinda, to an extent.”

you gestured him to stand, and he did, a bit wobbly from the pain, keeping the silk sheet wrapped around himself.

“we have to go back to the palace, i need to treat his wounds and wrap his wings.” you mumbled to yourself, organizing your thoughts.

“the palace?” he said suddenly. “why are we going there?”

you noticed his tense expression. “that’s where i live.” you said shyly.

he arched his brow at you. “so you’re royalty?” he asked.

you sighed. “sadly.”

he laughed dryly. “sadly? you were born into a world where you’re all-powerful without even having to try, doesn’t that sound a little ungrateful?”

you weren’t surprised by this reaction, that’s the kind of attitude everyone gave you when you expressed your disinterest in your title and future. it’s not like you actually had power, you were just a symbol of power. you had no choice in your life, who you married, what happens to you or your kingdom. it was all false. all final decisions belonged to a man, that was the silent agreement in hierarchy. and you fucking hated it.

“women don’t have power in a position like mine.”

he thought for a moment, silently letting the topic dissipate into the air.

hyunjin wobbled after you, as you made your way through the forest. you turned around, catching him watching your feet, stepping into your footprints on the ground. he looked up and caught your gaze.

“what?” he questioned.

“so what made you follow me to the palace?” you asked, shaking away your grin after watching his cute action.

“i think i’ll just have to trust you.” he breathed out.

you held your hand to your chest. “you didn’t trust me? after i so heroically tended to your wounds! a dragon!” you gasped sarcastically, making him chuckle.

“it’s too far to get home by foot, i have to fly home. i can’t exactly fly back if my wings are broken.” he explains. “I hate to say it, but this is kinda my only hope.”

you smiled softly at the boy, sorry for the predicament he got himself into.

“i’m sorry.” you said sincerely, still walking forward.

“hm?”

“i’m just sorry you’re all beat up and have to rely on a human to get home, i know that must be upsetting for you.”

“tell me about it.” he sighs.

“you know, not all humans are bad.” you say.

“tell that to the guard that shot me down.” he scoffed.

you turned around quickly. “the castle guards shot at you?”

“nope, i came tumbling into this forest fun.” he rolled his eyes.

you felt a ping of guilt in your chest.

“why were you near the palace anyways?” you interjected.

“i was looking for fish, any rivers or bodies of water that might offer some.” he sighed.

“fish?” you questioned.

“that’s what i said.”

“do dragons eat fish?” you asked, puzzled.

“yeah, but we haven’t been able to find enough fish on our island, since the human’s harbors have a tendency of over-fishing.”

“oh.”

“what did you think we ate? humans?” he laughed.

you remained silent, trudging through the tall forest grass.

“is that what they told you?” hyunjin says, shocked.

“they said you attacked us and fed on us, that it was the reason we were at war dragons.” you say, recalling your schooling.

hyunjin stopped in his tracks, you turned to him to view his expression, like he had just been told the most shocking news of his life.

“y/n, we don’t just attack humans without reason.”

“what was the reason then?” you ask sarcastically. the dragons have no right to attack humans, and letting us live in fear the way we do.

“humans over fish our oceans, kill our youngest for their skin, take our land. our king has tried to negotiate with the humans, but they always make us seem like nothing but animals. we’ve never feasted on humans, why would we ever want to ingest the toxins of human greed.” hyunjin says venomously, through gritted teeth.

“so you’re telling me humans created this narrative to make dragons look bad.” you clarify, your gazes burning into the other’s.

“that’s exactly what i’m saying, princess.” he laughs bitterly. “that’s what the royal family was planning right? no one will have sympathy for the enemy. my island is dying, and apparently none of the humans even know what they’ve done, what they’ve stolen.” he states in frustration. “not even their princess, huh?”

you wanted to believe it was a lie. but when you saw the look of desperation in hyunjin’s eyes, you knew it couldn’t be.

one of hyunjin’s hands raked through his sable hair in frustration. you stepped forward, and caught his hand, holding it in-between your two.

“when i’m queen, i promise i’ll push for a change, i’ll figure this out.” you promise him.

his eyes gazed into yours. they softened, only to then narrow as he let his hand fall out of your grasp.

“don’t make promises you can’t keep.” he says bitterly.

his gaze shifts, staring ahead past your eyes.

“are we close to the palace?” he says, void of emotion. 

i have big plans for this series! i’ll start working on part two!

[essekknits]

Could you write something about Benlives AU, Juno asking for Bens help and Ben meeting the crime crew?

Aaaaaa I love this yes thank you!!!

It’s been months since Benzaiten saw his twin. Juno didn’t tell him where he’s going, just that he’s leaving this miserable city behind. And he was happy for him! He really was. Juno’s been depressed for a long time, killing himself for the city they grew up in, the city that sure didn’t take it easy on the two of them, and most of all on Juno.

So even after almost losing him twice in the span of a single year, Benzaiten let go. They weren’t codependent by any means, never. They were very close, and were each other’s support for many, many years and through many, many nightmare scenarios, but they each had their own life. That didn’t mean, of course, that he didn’t really miss his brother.

He was in his studio, idly dancing a routine he wanted to teach his students in the advanced class of his Oldtown program. His idea, teaching a few classes for free in Oldtown to get kids away from their shitty situation, was working pretty well.

“That’s a nice one, Benten.” A quiet voice came from the door, making Ben lose his balance as he turned to look at the source. Just as he thought, Juno was standing at the door, and... he wasn’t looking good. He was covered with what Ben has long learned to identify as sewer sludge, and his singed coat was seeping blood from an array of cuts. That were still bleeding.

“Juno, what the hell happened to you?” He rushed to his brother’s side, eyeing him with a too familiar gaze, like he always did when they were still kids, and Juno would always get in fights with people bigger and meaner than him.

“Got into a fight. Long story. Do you still keep first aid supplies stocked in the studio?” Juno leaned on the wall, eyes exhausted but ultimately relieved.

“Of course. Stay here, I’ll get it and patch you up.” Ben started leaving, but Juno grabbed his arm. He didn’t mind the sludge, but he did mind his twin’s weakened grip. He was clearly exhausted.

“No time. There’s... I need to get back to the group. People got hurt. Our medic’s unconscious and we’re out of supplies on hand.” Juno swallowed, still heavily leaning on the wall. Benzaiten looked at him briefly, questions whirling through his brain, before nodding. “Alright. I’m coming with you.”

“You can’t, Ben, we-“ Benten didn’t even let him finish.

“If you’re the here, and you’re alone, it means you’re probably the least hurt one in the group, or one of the least hurt, at least. You’re not in any state to patch others up right now, not without being treated first. I’m healthy, I know how to do this pretty well, and I’m going, Super Steel. No questions.” He took his large first aid kit on one shoulder, and stood in front of his brother, who started leading the way.

~~~

“I’ve been concussed many times before, but I don’t believe this is the meaning of seeing doubles.” Jet said as he saw two figures approach, looking relatively similar. Juno Steel was leaning on a leaner, less scarred man who looked a lot like him.

“Yeah, you’re welcome, big guy.” Juno grunted, stepping away from the other man and approaching them. The stranger rolled his eyes, and Jet could understand his feelings perfectly. He appeared very familiar with Juno’s antics.

“Sorry about him. I’m Benzaiten. Call me Ben.” He reached his hand for a handshake. Jet liked him. He shook his hand as best he could while he was holding Vespa’s head in his lap. She was unconscious, her legs as broken, and she was bleeding from multiple blaster and knife wounds, but not too much. She will be fine.

“I am Jet. You seem quite familiar with Juno’s behaviour.” He observed neutrally as Ben dug through the bag. The younger man laughed heartily.

“You can say that. We’re twins. If anyone knows Juno’s bullshit, it’s me. I’ve been dealing with him for forty years.” He took out a bone knitting injection.

“Ha, ha. Don’t get me started on the stuff I had to deal with from you.” Juno mumbled, wiping his mouth from the blood he was spitting out. Ben frowned with concern, before administering the injection into Vespa’s thigh through her jeans. He looked like he knows what he’s doing. Juno kneeled next to them now, swaying side to side. He didn’t look very well, and if he was being honest, neither was Jet.

“I tend to believe him, Juno. You do get into quite a lot of trouble.” Jet kept his voice neutral, knowing it might rile Juno up, but feeling the need to be completely fair. Also, he did enjoy the harmless teasing.

“Let’s just get everyone bandaged and go.” Juno just sounded tired as he pulled disinfectant from the bag and went to Jet’s other side as Ben worked on Vespa’s wounds with a frown on his face. Once Vespa was bandaged, Ben looked at Juno severely.

“Okay, now show it.” He crosses his arms.

“Show what?” Juno asked, finishing the bandaging on Jet’s arm.

“Whatever injury you hid from everyone like the heroic idiot you are. I thought we’ve been over this, you have to look after yourself.” Benzaiten said, rushing to his brother’s side just as his knees started to buckle from under him.

“For the record, it wouldn’t have mattered. I’m still in better shape than those two combined.” He grumbled, letting Ben see the blaster graze to the side of his stomach.

“Yeah, right, Super Steel. Now sit down and let me check this. You’re going to need stitching.” He said, beginning to work through the process of cleaning the wounds.

As soon as everyone was stitched, Jet wanted to go back to the rendezvous point they agreed on before the mission. But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to both carry Vespa and support Juno.

“I’ll help you get them there.” Benzaiten said quietly. “Whatever you all are doing, I bet it’s illegal. I also bet it’s dangerous. I get that it’s dangerous to trust other people, but... there’s no way I’m rating you out. Not when I know how much Juno cares about you, and not in general.” He promised, looking up at Jet’s eyes. He considered for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of it all, then nodded.

“Very well. We must proceed carefully then.” He started leading the way for the ship, using the map on his comms. He called Rita, informing her of their situation. She updated him on the situation of everyone on the ship as well. They were all relatively unharmed. He was relieved. The trip down the sewers was relatively quiet, besides Benzaiten’s humming.

~~~

“Mistah Ben! Whatcha doin here?” Ben was surprised to see Rita near the ship. He smiled, waving at her.

“Hi Rita, long time no see. Gotta say I’m not too surprised you’re here. Juno wouldn’t have survived a day without you, probably.” He laughed, getting elbowed in the ribs by his brother who was leaning on him.

“Jet, darling, do you mind getting Vespa to the infirmary? Thank you dear. Now, welcome. I’m Buddy, and I’m the captain of this ship.” A tall redhead woman walked forward, hair covering a half of her face. She reached out a hand for a handshake.

“Benzaiten Steel. Nice to meet you. Can’t say Juno told me anything about you, but...” Ben smiled, trying to be polite and friendly.

“He better not. But now that you’re here... how about we get your brother into the infirmary and then we talk?” She asked, a weary smile on her face as she took some of Juno’s weight off his shoulder.

“You’re both overreacting, I’m fine.” Juno groaned, doing his best to support his own weight. Buddy rolled her eyes.

“Hush darling, you’re going to the infirmary until you can actually stand on both legs. If Vespa was awake she would’ve already knocked you up herself, and I will not hesitate to do the same.” She said with a fond smile, and Ben laughed. He should’ve tensed. He should feel his skin crawling with the insinuation of this woman hurting his brother. He should want to grab Juno and hide somewhere small and dark like they did so many times as kids and like he still never fully forgot.

But he didn’t. Because she wasn’t threatening him. No, she was being kind and considerate. Careful not to act intimidating or move sharply. Juno didn’t even flinch, and he was much more sensitive to the implicit threats in interactions. The realisation dawned on him that she’s acting like a mother might’ve acted. Like their ma never did.

Once Juno was safely deposited in the infirmary (manned by one Peter Ransom, who Benten noticed looked extremely concerned about Juno), Buddy lead him out to what seemed to be the common room of the ship.

“Thank you for your help, Benzaiten. I appreciate what you did for my family.” She said, pouring two glasses of a drink which was unfamiliar to Ben, but smelled distinctly alcoholic. She pushed one glass toward him.

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” He apologised, pushing it right back. He quit when he was fourteen, and tried his best not to return to old habits. He almost did at nineteen, after his near death experience, but he held strong. “But... really, it’s no problem. You looked really concerned about that woman... Vespa, right? I think Jet mentioned her name. She’s going to be okay. I’ve seen weaker people come back from worse.” He tried to offer encouragement. Buddy shook her head with a smile.

“I know that, darling. My Vespa’s been through much worse and bounced back, and both Jet and Juno are very capable, but there’s always a few when you know your family is in danger and you aren’t there to help.” Her voice was deep and soft, lulling Ben into a sense of security. A realisation hit him, shocking in its strength.

“You consider Juno part of your family too.” He looked at her, stunned, and she let out a low chuckle.

“Well of course. All the people on this ship are my family. We live together, we work together, we protect each other and care for each other. In my opinion, that is the essence of what family is.” She leaned forward, confident and comfortable, like a queen on her throne.

“This... I bet he doesn’t say that, but this has to mean a lot for Juno. We never had much family growing up except for each other, so this... this is huge. Thank you. For being his family.” He looked away, a soft smile still on his face. It looked sad.

“It’s not a problem at all, darling. You’re also welcome to see yourself as part of this family. I assume you wouldn’t stay, but my family’s family is my own.” She offered him a hand again, and he hesitated before shaking it firmly. “Welcome to the family.”

[annteasocial]

Hello there! May I please have some stuff for Arashi having a partner who's into lolita fashion (particularly classic lolita)? (She/her for Ara if possible too?) Thanks in advance!

Of course you can! First request let’s get this bread lol. Hopefully this is something you like and up to your standards X’D. I did make the reader a female but I pray that it’s not a huge problem

EnStars Arashi X Lolita Fashion Fem S/O

“Arashi-chan, look what I bought yesterday!” You excitedly run up to the blonde, catching her off guard. “Oh (Y/N)-Chan dear, you gave Onee-san a bit of a fright!”

“Ahaha…sorry about that, I was really eager to show you this super cute dress I got whilst shopping at the mall yesterday.” You scratch your cheek awkwardly, but proceed to bring out your latest purchase from the shopping bags for your girlfriend to see.

“Tada! What do you think? Do you like it?”

Arashi’s eyes widen at the sight of the frilly red and white Lolita dress. It had a beautiful double layered knee length skirt with a plaid pattern travelling down the side of both. The puffed sleeves were a traditional white with the exception of the cuffs which were a matte dark red lined with small crosshatching stitches, giving it a cute yet elegant look.

“Oh my! It’s gorgeous!” Arashi claps her hands together and gives a radiant smile, taking the dress from you and admiring the ensemble. “I also picked out this bow that matched the colours of it.” You draw a large plaid bow out of the bag, showing it to the purple eyed individual, whose eyes are practically sparkling.

“(Y/N)-chan, please go change, Onee-san would love to see you in your new outfit.” Arashi hands you back the dress and shoos you off to the nearest changing room, which thankfully wasn’t far from the practice room the two of you were occupying for the time being. You remove your school uniform, carefully unzip the back of the dress and slip into it. You take the opportunity to admire yourself in the mirror, twirling to let the skirts flow out a bit, before returning to Arashi.

You bounce into the room with your new appearance and attack the Knights member with a hug. She catches you and squeezes you slightly before pulling away to revel at the sight in front of her. “Oh you’re absolutely stunning (Y/N)-chan, really, you look like an adorable little model! It puts Izumi-chan to shame!” Arashi bends down to give you a peck on the cheek, pulling away with all smiles on her features.

A strong breeze sweeps through the open window that was left open due to the noontime summer heat, blowing your long hair in front of your face. Arashi catches some of the locks and brushes them behind your ear, then proceeds to usher you towards the mirror.

“Arashi-chan? What are you doing?”

“Let me braid your hair so it’s not flying into your precious face.”

“Oh, okay.”

The blonde seats you down on a chair and leaves to grab a comb, two hair ties and some red and white ribbon, which you had no idea she carried around, from her bag. Arashi returns and begins to gently tease out the small knots in your hair from you hopping about. You close your eyes in contentment, enjoying the feeling of her hands running through your locks.

“You have super soft and silky hair you know that (Y/N)-chan?” She meets your eyes through the mirror and begins to part down the middle of your hair. “Well, I do use the same brand of shampoo that you use, because your hair is really nice as well Arashi-chan. It also smells good,” you giggle, fiddling around with some of the loose strands she’s left in front of your face.

A moment of silence passes before you decide to speak up again.

“Um, Arashi-chan? Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask Onee-san anything you want.”

You pause, contemplating your next words.

“Do you…think it’s weird that I’m into classic Lolita fashion?” Arashi stops braiding and furrows her brows. “Of course not! I honestly think it’s refreshing, seeing you present yourself differently to others,” she states with a hint of disbelief, seemingly surprised that you would even ask a question like that.

You nod your head feebly as another cool breeze drifts through the window, ruffling your almost finished twin tail braids. You shiver involuntarily at the cold passing through the sleeves of your dress. The sun had hidden behind some clouds, filling the room with a dull grey tone, contrasting the warm atmosphere that once filled the room. “It’s just, people give me strange looks whenever I’m out in public because of what I wear. They look at me and whisper, calling me a freak and stuff…it’s made me question my appearance a bit,” you say truthfully.

Arashi finishes fastening the last braid with a ribbon and walks around the chair to face you. “(Y/N), look at me please.” The Knights member cups both your cheeks in her hands and tilts your face to meet hers. “Don’t let anything that anyone says about ever change how you want to dress. You’re beautiful as you are and I will always be there to support you.”

“Arashi-chan…”

You stand up and bury your face into the shoulder of the blonde. She wraps her arms around your waist and envelops you with warmth. “Thanks for understanding,” you mumble into her shirt, and you feel the vibrations through her body as she chuckles. “Of course my cute (Y/N)-chan~,” she coos.

“I love you, Arashi-chan.”

“I love you too, dear.”

BONUS:

Arashi pulls away from the hug and grabs one of your hands in hers. “Let’s go show the other Knights members! I’m sure they’d love to see you in your new outfit!” She elatedly drags you out the door as your brain tries to process what she’s just said. “Eh? Wai—what? Now?! They’re still here?!” You stammer. “Yep, they’re all doing something for Ou-sama apparently, though I was taking a little break when you found me.”

Arashi bursts into the room vigorously. “Look ah what my precious (Y/N)-chan bought yesterday~!” She parades you in front of her, gaining attention from the rest of the young idols.

“Wow, Onee-Sama you look marvellous!” Tsukasa is the first to compliment you, giving you an adorable smile, befitting of a little princeling. “Thanks Tsukasa-kun, I’m glad you like it,” you laugh, returning his gesture.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Izumi take a long hard glance at you. “She can’t look as cute as my Yuu-kun,” he scoffs, looking away but Leo is quick to reprimand him. “Now now Sena, be nice okay! I think (Y/N) looks really good!” Leo walks over to you and gives you a pat on the head and Arashi smiles proudly. “See? Everyone loves what you’re wearing! Izumi-chan likes it as well, he just won’t admit it~”

Izumi flushes slightly due to embarrassment and anger. “Shut up Naru!” He yells and retreats to elsewhere in the room.

“Ahh…you guys are so noisy…I can’t sleep when Secchan is shouting.”

“Oh, Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up.”

“It’s not like I wanted to wake up in the first place…” Ritsu yawns and stretches his thin arms above his head before flopping back down onto the beanbags with a sigh. “Haah……hm? Did you get a new dress (Y/N)-chan? You look pretty~” the self proclaimed vampire gives you a sleepy grin, observing your appearance from amidst the pile of bean filled cushions.

You feel a slight heat rise to your cheeks from all the kind remarks and fidget with your hands. “Thanks you guys, you’ve really made my day you know that?” You murmur, playing with the ends of your new braids.

“You guys are the best friends I could ever ask for.”

Stan the Queen that is Arashi.

[bubblywrites]

Running From A Name Chapter 6

Alma awoke to violent shaking of her shoulder. She opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurring from her groggy state. When her vision cleared, she glared at the person in front of her. “What do you want Angelo?” She growled.

Angelo’s eyes darted from side to side before they landed on Alma’s angry gaze. He leaned in closer to her face with his eyes glowing as he wore a mischievous smile. “We’re sneaking out.”

Alma blinked at him. “It has to be like two in the morning. I gotta get Isabella and the others to Sofia’s early tomorrow. Go sneak out by yourself.” Alma slurred. She grabbed her blanket and rolled over, her back facing Angelo. He smacked his teeth and yanked the blanket off of her. She shuddered from the cool air that hit her skin. She curled her body further into the bed, refusing to play into Angelo’s game. Angelo huffed in annoyance. Alma ignored him and closed her eyes. She shot out of bed from the sting of a slap on her leg. She whipped her head to Angelo, eyes glowering. “What could you possibly want to sneak out for this late at night?”

“It’s something at the treehouse. I can only show it to you at night.” Angelo bounced on the balls of his feet. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face. Alma’s brows scrunched in annoyance.

“Fine.” She grumbled.

Angelo pumped a fist into the air. He threw Alma’s gray hoodie at her. “Put this on and let's go.” Alma begrudgingly followed his order. They stuck their heads out of her room, observing the hallway for any signs of Marco. There were no lights on downstairs or sounds of a television on. They tiptoed to his door and pressed their ears against it. Marco’s deafening snores were muffled through the door.

“He may sound like a bear in there, but he’s somehow a light sleeper. We gotta hurry, come on” Angelo whispered. They made a quiet dash for the door that connected the house and restaurant kitchen.

Alma opened the door and stared at the stairs. “So genius, how are we going to get down the old, creaky steps.”

Angelo smirked. “After months of failures, I have figured out the perfect way to get down these stairs.”

“How?” Alma asked.

Angelo stepped in front of her. He pressed his back against the wall and stepped on the edge of the first step. Alma sucked in a breath, expecting a loud creak that would make Marco jump out of his bed. But the stairwell was silent.

“I’m still a little confused. What did you do exactly?” Alma asked.

Angelo smiled back at her. “Walk on the edge of the stairs. The creaking comes from stepping in the middle of them.”

“This is what took you months to figure out?”

Angelo pinched his lips together. “I don’t need your sarcasm. Just walk down the damn stairs.”

Alma repeated Angelo’s actions. She pressed her back to the wall and took cautious steps down the edges of the stairs.

After they entered the kitchen, Angelo went to get the keys hanging off the wall. He pointed to the back door, pressing a finger to his lips. Alma mimicked him and made an exaggerated shushing sound. Angelo rolled his eyes at her. She let out a quiet giggle and exited the back door with him.

Even though it was dark out, people still roamed the streets, a few stores still had their lights on and nightlights shined on the sidewalks. However, there loomed a sense of danger in the city during late night hours.

Alma and Angelo jogged through the empty marketplace to cut through to the park. When they arrived, Alma jumped at the rattling in a trash can next to her. She clung on to Angelo’s arm.

“It’s probably just a racoon or rat or something. You’ll be fine.” Angelo shimmied out of her grasp and continued walking towards the wooded area.

“That doesn’t make it any better.” Alma whispered to herself. She picked up her pace to catch up to Angelo. He pulled a small flashlight out of his pocket. He turned it on and waved it around through the thick trees and shrubbery. When they reached the treehouse, Angelo walked around looking up into the sky.

“You still haven’t explained why we’re here?” Alma said, irritated.

“Just gotta find the spot.” Angelo moved away from the treehouse and into some bushes.

Alma used her arms to shield her face from the leaves and stray branches. “What spot are you looking for?”

“Found it!” Angelo shouted.

He stood in a part of the woods that was shrouded in moonlight. He spread his arms out and fell back on the ground, leaves crunching beneath him. He waved at Alma to come over to him. Alma sighed and sat down next to him. She laid her back flat against the ground. Her jaw dropped in awe. There was a huge opening in the tree branches that created a perfect view of the sky. Light pink to cornflower blue lights littered the sky, bringing about a warm contrast to its dark abyss. Alma reached her hand out to trace the constellations. She imagined that her finger was a paintbrush. Her finger guided her across battles of Greek Gods and journeys of mythical creatures. “When we had to spend nights at Doc’s clinic, I used to sneak out to look at the stars all the time. I would bring a book about constellations and study all of them.” Alma said, her eyes brightening at the memories of her late night adventures.

“It's a nice spot to clear your head. I have no idea how you can read the constellations. They just look like a jumble of lights.”

“It takes practice. That’s all.”

Angelo hummed in response. Silence consumed the area, engulfing them in a sea of calmness. They stayed like this for close to an hour.

Alma sprung up at the sound of bushes rustling. She glanced in the direction of the noise with a fearful expression. “What was that?”

“I really hope it’s a small animal.” Angelo’s voice shook. He stood up, turning on the flashlight. Alma walked behind Angelo with cautious steps. The leaves and grass that crunched beneath their feet added to Alma’s rising anxiety.

They stalked back to the treehouse. Angelo waved the flashlight around the area. He went completely still when he shined the light under the trees supporting the treehouse. There was a boy laid up against one of the trees. Blood and dirt smeared his white clothes. His black hair was in disarray and blocked his face. Alma squinted her eyes at his clothes. There were familiar black polka dots decorating his attire. Alma’s eyes almost shot out their sockets as she screamed, “BRUNO!”.

Alma sprinted to him. She carefully laid him on the ground. He was unconscious but breathing. She pushed his hair away from his face. A lump formed in her throat as she gawked at Bruno’s injured form. He had a nasty purple bruise forming on his cheek. Blood trickled down his temple. His hands, face, and neck were coated in scratches, and his right leg was swelling.

“Go inside the treehouse and get the makeshift elevator! I’ll put him inside!” Angelo shouted. Alma nodded her head. She darted up the treehouse’s ladder. Her fingers fumbled with the latch on the hatch door. She groaned in irritation. After struggling for a few moments, she was able to unlock the door. She rushed to the box, almost slamming into it. She opened the curtains and threw the box down. It landed on the ground with a thud. Angelo placed Bruno inside of it. He tugged on the rope, signaling for Alma to start pulling it up. Alma complied. Angelo went to climb up the ladder. Once he got inside, he helped Alma drag the box into the treehouse. They carefully lifted Bruno out of the box, placing him on the carpet. Angelo turned on a lamp in the corner of the room. He plopped down on one of the beanbag chairs across from Bruno. Alma paced around the room, her hands threaded in her hair. She pulled on her locks, and her breathing became ragged.

“We need to do something Angelo. We need to take him to the hospital.” Alma’s voice raised with every word she spoke.

“NO! The guys that did this to him might still be out there. If we take him to the hospital it might get us killed.” Angelo shouted.

“So what do we do?” Alma shrieked.

“I don’t know.'' Angelo whispered. His eyes were down-casted and he bit his lip. Alma dropped to her knees in front of Bruno. She ran the back of her hand along his bruised cheek. She touched him like he would break at the slightest bit of contact. Her throat was tight from holding back tears. Visions of her mother flashed through Alma’s mind. Her mother laid there, letting out her last breath of life as she watched. She couldn’t help her. She let her die. Even though his injuries were just bruises and scratches, Alma refused to do the same with Bruno.

Alma let out a shaky breath. She placed her hands on Bruno’s stomach. She opened her mouth to call out her ability, but Angelo interrupted her by holding down her wrist in a vice-grip. His eyes were bulged with panic, but his face pinched in anger. “Don’t you dare, Alma.”

Alma gulped. Every time Angelo glared at her, it was to be witty or to joke around. The seriousness in his face now, sent chills down Alma’s back.

She shook off the fear and returned his glare. Alma yanked her hand out of his grasp. “We have to do something. He’s hurt.” Alma’s voice came out weaker than she intended.

“Okay, break your promise. But what are you gonna do when he wakes up and feels perfectly fine? He’s gonna be suspicious of you. What happens to your low profile then? Huh?” Angelo said, raising his voice.

Alma’s eyes burned from her restrained tears. Angelo’s anger was justifiable. He just wanted to keep her safe. She was about to break her promise to him, Doc, and Marco for a boy she barely knew. But her body urged her to do something for him.

Angelo made a disgruntled noise. “You were with the guy called doc, right?”

Alma nodded.

“So that means you can patch up wounds. I’ll run back to the house to grab a first aid kit. You stay here and watch over him. It’s the least we can do.” Angelo said.

“Thank you, Angelo.”

Angelo turned back to her. His face had softened, but anger still lingered in his expression. “Don’t worry about it.” He opened the hatch and climbed down the ladder. Alma watched him jog out of the thicket. After Angelo was out of sight, she grabbed a blanket to cover Bruno.

She sat in front of him and whispered “I’m sorry I can’t fully help you.” After monitoring his breathing for a few minutes, Alma brought her legs up and buried her face in her knees.

She jolted at Bruno’s groaning. Alma scrambled to sit on her knees and peered at him as struggled to open his eyes. All the worry drained from her face when he came to. He blinked several times before he made eye contact with her. His face drifted between pain and confusion. His lips were cracked and pale. “Alma?” Bruno whispered her name weakly.

Alma’s heart panged. She moved closer to Bruno to whisper, “It’s me Bruno.”

“What are you doing here?” He questioned.

“Me and Angelo found you laying against one of the trees supporting the treehouse. You’re pretty banged up, so we brought you inside. This place is hard to find so you should be safe.” Alma replied. Bruno attempted to sit up, but Alma put her hands on his shoulders to stop him. “Don’t. You’ll only hurt yourself further.”

Bruno moved her hands off of him and sat up. He spoke without looking at her. “Thanks for helping me Alma, but I need to go. I have to go…”

“Report to Capra.” She finished. Bruno swiveled his head to her. His lips were pressed together and his eyes narrowed at her. Alma’s mouth went dry, but she could no longer hold back her words. “I’m not stupid. I saw the signs. The way your face and voice change around him. The smile you put on around everyone. The way you get defensive when Capra’s mentioned. The fact you only sit in the reserved area of the restaurant. I know you’re a mafia member Bruno.”

Bruno’s eyes rounded and his jaw clenched. The shock was quickly replaced with suspicion. “What do you plan to do now that you know? Are you working for someone? Are you…”

“I just don’t want you to go!” Alma yelled. Her eyes were glued to her thighs. She clenched her hands on her knees. Her body shook as she fought to hold back tears.

Bruno exhaled and continued speaking. “You don’t even know me so why do you care if I go or not? Why do you care for my safety.” He dropped his suspicious tone for a softer one.

Alma turned away from him and crawled towards the window. She rested her arms on the frame, staring at the trees. She opened her mouth to speak. “Those were the words I wanted to scream at my dad. My dad was corny, gullible, and silly. But he never failed to make me and my mom laugh. He played hide and seek, tag, and dressed up in stupid costumes to have tea parties with me. He ran around his clinic with me on his shoulders to cheer up his patients. He was my hero.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Bruno asked.

Alma continued to stare out the window as she spoke. “Because my dad was a mafia don.” She turned her head back to Bruno. He stared at her with an incredulous expression. His mouth fell open. Alma’s body slacked.

“My dad did a perfect job hiding what he did. He ran a clinic. We lived in a normal house. He looked out for all the minorities and illegal immigrants in our neighborhood. He even threw giant Christmas celebrations every year. Everyone called him ‘Alejandro the Savior’. I was too young to ever question where he got all the money to all the things he did. It wasn’t until I read through his old journals that I found out about his underworld connections. Even so, my dad was still a great father and husband.”

Alma paused to wipe away stray tears. “I should’ve seen through what he was doing. The late nights, him not coming home for days, Doc watching over his clinic and never telling me where he went. I should’ve paid attention to the smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. I should’ve screamed out to him that day five years ago. His hug was tighter than usual and he told me, “Never forget I love you. Watch out for Miguel and your mother for me okay.” It was like he knew he was gonna die.”

Alma sniffled. She sucked in breath and exhaled. “I was so confused why I cared about you so much. Why I wanted to keep you safe. It was at this moment, I understood why. You remind me of my dad. Your auras are the same, and you have the same fake smiles. You're both good people but were in the mafia. Because of this, everything in my body screams at me to be there for you. But you’re right. I shouldn’t have to. When Angelo comes back, I’ll patch up your wounds and you can go. We don’t ever have to talk to each other again.”

The room fell silent. Alma turned her head away from Bruno. She refused to look at him. Because if she looked at him, she would break.

The tension between them grew thicker. Alma wanted Angelo to hurry back to the treehouse so she could escape the uncomfortable air.

“I didn’t join the mafia because I wanted to. I did it for my dad.” Bruno’s voice wavered.

Alma’s head snapped up. Her chest tightened as she gazed at Bruno’s face. His eyebrows scrunched, and his eyes were glossy.

“After my mom left my dad, it was only me and him. He became my everything. But one day, he was shot by some drug dealers he took fishing. He survived, but the drug dealers attempted to come back and finish him off. So I killed them to protect him. I knew they would keep sending people after us. I did the only thing I could do to protect my dad-I joined the mafia.” Bruno stopped talking. Alma crawled over to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He tensed at first, but loosened in her hold. The pain, guilt, and regret Bruno felt resonated with Alma. Her father did what he had to do to protect his community. She did what she had to do to protect her family. Alma squeezed him tighter.

“I’ve killed people. You should be scared of me.” Bruno choked out.

“I’m sure my dad killed his fair share of people too. But that never changed the view me and everyone had of him, the real him. The one that wanted to protect everyone. I want to believe the same with you. I’ve abandoned so much in Sicily to protect my siblings. I ran away from a threat I don’t even know is really gone. We lived different lives, but we’re the same. Danger looms over me the way it looms over you. Even if we can’t do anything about it, I want to confide in you, Bruno.” She pulled back to stare into his eyes. “I want you to confide in me.”

A single tear rolled down Bruno’s cheek. Alma’s tears followed, but she smiled through them. “So do me a favor Bruno. Give me your real smile.”

Bruno wiped his face with his sleeve. When he lowered his arm, he had a big, toothy grin on his face.

[theplumsoldier]

PREMIERE NIGHT

Request: Anonymous asked: So if you have time and motivation and like my prompt could you write a fic where y/n joins the Avengers cast to play young Black Widow maybe? and she’s in her early 20s but she’s got this massive crush on Chris Evans but is too proud to make the first move because she’s scared of rejection but he likes her too, and then there’s a party with all MCU members - maybe the Oscars or A4 premiere afterparty, where they get drunk and make out in front of everybody and then maybe smut ensues? Please xx

A/N: i cant see endgame until tuesday i hate myself. the people tagged are from various captain america or chris evans taglists of mine, hope none that did not want to be tagged were and if so, feel free to dm me so i can remove you from the list (:

Pairing: chris evans x reader

Word count: 2478

Warnings: smut, explicit scenes, vulgar language.

His admiration for you was enormous and quite difficult to describe. Before the fourth and final Avengers movie, you had only ever done small theatrical shows and minor close to dispensable roles, so when you were cast to play a young version of Black Widow it was utterly impressive you came and stole the show with your undeniable skills, even if your overall screen time was just about 10 minutes.

However, even with no more than little screen time, you had to undergo an insane training program and take ballet classes—even if that had been your own decision. Your dedication to make your time worth was evident and you took all the advice you could, always listening to directors and coworkers to make the best of your performance. This was one of those “once in a lifetime opportunities” people always spoke about and considering you had never attended any acting schools for it was a miracle you had even landed the role, and at the ripe age of 23.

Set was amazing in spite of the long hours as the dynamic was beyond magical. There was no question whether these guys were professionals, which should have put you off and feel a tad out of place, only they never failed to make you feel part of the MCU family—one man in particular.

It was nonsensical to think just two years ago you had been at the verge of giving up on acting and went to carry on the family business. The flower boutique had always been like a second home but in your final years of school, you had sworn if you were to spend another minute in that godforsaken place you would blow it up and your head with it.

Now instead with no hands nor brains in your ablaze childhood home, you stood with a drink in your hand and a huge grin on your face, greeting Scarlett Johansson for the first time since your last on-set encounter.

“So, what will our next movie be?” asked she and you grinned at her overt hint.

"Well, Feige has yet to turn down a Black Widow solo, soo. . .” responded you, dragging out the ‘so’ for obvious reasons. Nudging her lightly, you earned a laugh and she lifted her hands as if to say “one never might know,” but her sparkly eyes told you otherwise. One might know. “You have no idea how nervous I was when my faced showed up on that screen.”

“Oh, you had no reason to be,” dismissed Scarlett with a wave of the hand. “This is about the best family you could have landed yourself in.”

“I know that now! But, you know, the fans are so dedicated and I figured that would mean either they would love my portrayal, or like—absolutely fucking hate it, you know?” chuckled you nervously and sipped from your drink, eyes scanning across the room.

Scarlett laughed, “well, all I have to say is that I’m glad about the casting director’s choice, getting a new face. I cannot tell you who you were up against, but—trust me when I say, you trumped her in every way.”

Your eyes lit up with both joy and curiousness. “Oh, now you have to tell me!”

Hours had passed and you had never been showered with more compliments and good wishes in your entire life, the fact that they all came from successful personas made you think this was not the last the world had seen of you.

On several occasions had you had your shot at doing something about the immense crush you had on the infamous man of your dreams, however, both worry, perturbation and pride took away what courage the alcohol had built up the entirety of the evening. All you had ever managed to come up with, was your gratitude which was more modest than self-assured as your usual kind of flirting would sound.

Your weak knees and flushed skin was nothing that made you wonder; you knew very well why you were vulnerable to such, and you could only think that the man exposing you to the affection, knew it as well. At least, when your cheeks would burn red at his comments or touch, he seemed pleased with himself.

It was an unusual feel and one you did not like much, contrary to the butterflies fighting in your stomach telling you otherwise. His mere voice took away what confidence was only habitual to your customary tone and the scrunch of his nose when he would laugh never failed to take away your breath. The stunning suit he was clad in assured that even if you managed to hide your uncertain stance, you would show in other ways and some that made you shift just a bit too often. How you should have worn a pantsuit rather than a dress.

Some had kids and some had families, others had varying excuses but the truth was you had nothing awaiting you at home. You did not even have a home to return to for you were going straight back to your hotel after this. However, you did not mind, the thought of sharing a life with someone was nice, surely, only the truth was you did not long to leave. The night had been filled with such happiness, which to you was not wonted; how could you want to leave that behind? If so, it was for the reason to take care of your untamed amorous state.

Troubled with your own thoughts, you had yet to recognize it had been Chris to move beside you until he spoke up.

“No one to go home to?”

You could recognize the kindness in his eyes anywhere. With a soft chuckle, your finger traced the stem of the wine glass and blinked at him. “That should only be if room service's waiting for me. If not, then sadly, no.”

His eyes glistened in the dim lightening from the bar, the bright ones behind his head contributing to the lit glory hovering above him. With a smile, Chris sat down, the halo vanishing as he did. “You’re still checked in on the hotel?”

Nodding in affirmation, you raised the glass to meet your lips, your eyes never leaving his blue ones. It was funny how they seemed prettier than ever in this uncertain state. Against common sense and acumen, your judgment decided upon speaking freely, picking what topic you never would have thought yourself to feel confident enough to. Whether it was because you had had enough of being lonely or it simply was the alcohol taking a toll on you, allowing more candidness than needed, you did not know. However, you felt a sudden urge and the words escaped.

“You know I like you, right?”

Chris’ face remained its joyous, laid back look, only the corner of his mouth puckering up. He could not say he was surprised. At least not with your admitted feelings, however, your frankness was something else. Undeniably, he was aware and saying those particular feelings were not reciprocated, would be about the fattest lie of the evening.

“You only say that because you’re drunk.”

“Yes,” drawled you and confessed. “It’s still true though. I shouldn’t have drunk this much.”

“You have been nervous tonight—why?” wondered Chris, thinking of the observation of the night. Whenever spoken, talked or even as little as share momentary eye contact from opposites sides of the room, you had taken another sip from your glass.

With a sudden puff of discomfort, you felt all the more self-conscious. Now, this was awkward.

“I haven’t. Or I have—but, uh. . .” You had no idea how to respond, and from his insoluble expression and soft, awaiting eyes you were forced to find the right words. “I’m not usually like this. Drunk—I, it’s really your fault—”

“That you’re drunk?”

“No—that’s my poor sagacity. You make me nervous,” divulged you, not finding the courage in you to look up for the reaction you so longed for. Instead, your head fell back, sucking in a deep breath and you found him through the corner of your eye. “I guess I wanted to build up the courage to. . . I don’t know, I was afraid this was the last time I would see you.”

“Nonsense. You’re in the Marvel-family now—”

“I know, I know and it’s great, I just—I really like you.”

Silence imbued, the tension you felt pent up completely locking out any signs of the ongoing party behind you. Good thing you were sat on a stool otherwise you might just have fallen to the ground as you knees were about as weak as your sense of vaunt. This man shot you all the way back to your high school years and for making you all hot and bothered, you tried to convince you did not like him. But truly, what was there not to like. With a heart of gold and always decent presentation, sense of humor and bearing soul, he was the one.

“So if I kissed you right now, you would not mind?”

One of your eyebrows bounced in surprise and Chris stifled his chuckle, how glorious you looked tonight. “Right here?”

Giving you no time to contemplate, he leaned in and in a split-second, your lips were connected in a sweet kiss. Being what you had only ever dreamed of, you melted under his enchantment. He tasted sweet and fresh, his cologne lingering to your nostrils and you could only worry of what strong liquor he might sense. But it did not make him stop and careless to what eyes might lurk from behind, he pulled you closer by the neck and parted his lips, deepening the kiss. At his touch, his large hand forcing you closer to him, you hummed into his mouth, reaching up to rest your hand by his beard as you allowed his tongue to dance with your own. Sweet with a pinch of sourness, you lost track of time and only departed when you had completely abated the intensity of your surroundings.

Retreating, you distanced yourself with only a minuscule amount of space left between you, catching your breath.

“Perhaps this is not the best place to do this,” admitted you, a grin playing on your lip and a glimpse flashed in your eye.

“So we leave then,” proposed he and stood up, almost to fast and your eyes grew big for a moment, knowing what he implied. Was this real?

Holding out his hand, you did not hesitate for more than what seconds the stun took and you were then on your way. Pace steady and moderate, something you could keep up with in your heels and you held your head down as you exited and cameras flashed. Out of instinct, you went to retrieve your hand, thinking Chris, too, was not keen on being seen like this. But he did not let go. His grip even tightened and casting a fleeting look across his shoulder, he offered you a sincere smile.

Up in your hotel room, little time was left to settle or even wriggle out of your dress, for the second the door was closed, your lips were once again touching. Chuckling to yourself, you were pleased to know you had not been the only one longing for this moment.

Reaching behind to fondle with the zipper, you managed to pull it down and with the help of Chris, you were freed from its clutching grip on you. Pooling down by your feet, Chris' hands slid up the backside of your legs. On his knees, he peppered kisses, trailing up, closer and closer to your sex, ensuring you would drip the second he removed your panties.

With a final flicker of his eyes, he found you watching him closely with soft and lustful eyes, bottom lip tugged between your teeth and how the pleasure pulled at your features only made him harder in his pants. Taking the encouraging hum you emitted as consent, he rid you of the remaining garment. Licking his lips, he pushed you back to sit on the bed and adored the sight of you. So wet and all for him.

Moving his hands back down your legs, Chris lifted them over his shoulders and dug right in between your legs. His tongue blending with you arousal was enough to elicit a dulcet sound from you, moan after moan escaping as he took care of you.

His facial hair nuzzling where you were most sensitive as he licked long strokes, draining you from what you could offer, you knew he would have you shaken in a matter of seconds. Aching for more friction, his hand came to the rescue, thump grazing past your clit, earning an upward thrust from your hips. His other hand came around you and retiring for just a moment you bucked up to find what sensation had become vague, but when he inserted two fingers in you, the wait was worth it.

At a modest pace he began, just enough pleasure for you to adjust to his two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, and when first the velocity increased, Chris’ tempo was adequate to make you cum hard right then and there.

The room resonated with your moans and you had to cover your mouth in order to quiet yourself, slightly embarrassed he had you wrapped around his finger like that. But soon his hand removed your own, wanting to hear you more than anything, desperate to hear what he did to you. It had been all too long since he felt this powerful and you gave him everything you wanted by allowing him to eat you like to the likeness of a starving animal. The vibrations, the shameless, guttural groans, the tremors—it was all in the mix of pushing you over the edge and your clawing in his hair as he continued drawing moans from you.

Upon your culmination, you finally released on his tongue, mellow same as wanton sounds escaping you in the process. Riding out your orgasm, you ground your sex against him, pulsating around his fingers and when you finally came down from your high, but Chris did not yield. Continuing, he merciless rammed into you, groaning loudly at the feel of you clenching around his fingers.

Cleaning you with his mouth, Chris relished in your juices and first then he parted from you, only to stand tall before you and his hands fiddled with his black tie. Dark eyes and glinting beard, loosened knot and then the sound of his belt clanging rang in your ears. He nodded down at you, a desiring shade peaking behind the blue in his eyes. “Turn around for me.”

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[doktorpeace]

🖊 please introduce us to Erato, I know they're in a masks campaign but I have no idea what else

Oh, gosh, I feel like I talk about them too much as is but I can’t say I’m not glad to have the excuse. This is gonna be really long cause tbh I’m just gonna dump like, a bunch of their lore lmao.

Erato is my Masks: A New Generation character in a campaign being played alongside @twerkyvulture (As Amanda ‘Megafauna’ Ghorbani, The Transformed) @draayder (as Josephine ‘Rattlesnake’ Short, The Reformed) @spitblaze (as Les ‘Void’ Hawking, The Doomed) @heedra (as Enid ‘Frag Beetle’ Day, The Scion) and @skarchomp (as Parker ‘Cobalt’ Andrews, The Legacy) with @dykeceratops as our GM. The current arc features @mechanicalriddle as Zoe, The Nova as a guest member. Here’s a group shot done by @tredlocity. Clockwise from the top left: Cobalt in blue, Erato in the track suit, Les in the cloak, Zoe with the mismatched eyes, Enid’s the big robot, Amanda’s got the scales and claws, and Josephine’s got the mask and tonfa.

To get back to Erato specifically though they’re an Anti Metahuman/Metahuman Suppression Weapon created by the in universe tech group Wright Industries, founded by Ingrid Day, Enid’s mom. They’re generally stronger, faster, and more durable than humans and can copy the superpowers of others for 5-10 minutes by touching them thanks to what is basically a meta-stem cell transplant interacting with other parts of their systems. (Also, I 100% swear to god that I did not consider ‘Robot Hero Who Copies The Powers Of Others’ is literally fucking Mega Man despite loving Mega Man a ton until after I had hashed out the concept with my GM’s assistance. Only once Abby said ‘oh like mega man’ I was like ‘wait, shit’.) I’ll tell you some about them as a person before unloading their history onto you, lol. Being an android built for combat and kept in an underground research lab, kept on a rigid schedule, constantly taking tests, physical, mental, written, oral, ethical, etc. etc. etc. and under constant supervision Erato lacked for real interactive experience before the campaign started only really ever getting to takl with authority figures and their sisters. They were very passive and observational, owing in part to their power set requiring a lot of adaptation to make the most of. They’re naive and very bad at exercising discretion in decision making, sometimes they overstep boundaries when talking with people without meaning to, and they’re really emotional! They have trouble dealing with strong emotions cause they haven’t managed to discover coping mechanisms that work well for them, they tend to get angry kind of easily and need time to blow off steam. But they’re also very genuine, honest, and well meaning. They are almost never mean, rude, or snippy, they do their best to do well by others, and have a strong sense of justice paired with a deep distrust and dislike of the current legal system in universe. This is in part due to the conditions of their creation (and in part because the intent behind it was kind of right!) and in part due to Enid’s life being threatened by a representative of the state while they and their teammates were in jail after being arrested following a huge brawl with an anti-methuman terrorist group. They’re also very willing to put forth the effort to improve as a person and to mend relationship wounds, almost always apologizing first to Enid when they fight and genuinely trying to work in advice and feedback they get from others, which they often get from Les and Parker. They’re also relatively educated, from the tests of their creators, from home and public schooling, from personal research, but that doesn’t undo their naivety. They also just straight up lack some very basic and/or common sense knowledge. Like, they don’t know what a bear is. Why would you teach a battle android working in a densely populated, extremely built up city about wild animals? All in all they’re kind of inexperienced and immature and make mistakes a lot but they’re (usually) very willing to admit their mistakes and to try and improve and get better. They genuinely and truly want what’s best for others and are learning to value them self as much as their teammates. They’ve also taken it upon them self to start doing humanitarian work in their free time over the summer. In a fight Erato is adaptive and quick witted but tends to put themself in more danger than is necessary. They also sometimes use more extreme force than the others believe is called for, but after the first time they did they and Parker had a real heart to heart about it, Les helped Erato learn and practice some coping, centering, behaviors they could do even under pressure and Erato did their best to adapt. That said they Fucking Hate The Keeper So God Damned Much Because Of How Much Suffering He’s Caused Their Friends And How Much Danger He Presents And Would Kill Him With No Remorse. So they don’t intend to apologize for ripping his arms off whatsoever. They and their sisters, collectively known as The Muse Units, were made to work as a group and as a proof of concept that atomized units could replace traditional police for use against metahuman criminals and to slowly phase out The Registry, the legal department which handles general metahuman based laws. If successful the units could be mass produced and improved upon, rapidly replacing current, error prone, law enforcement. At the time of their development, between late 1999 for blueprint drafting and until mid 2002 when the project was shut down, they were the cutting edge for AI development aided in no small part by Ingrid’s technokinetic powers allowing her to make advancements few others could. (As a note Erato’s body was finished being built in early 2001 but their unique personhood didn’t really come to fruition until February 18th, 2002, so that’s what I consider their ‘birthday’.) Ultimately, however, while a few of the Muses excelled some did not perform to expectations, the project fell behind schedule, investors lost interest, and a minor scandal involving a casualty happened, resulting in the project being shut down. The Muses were placed in indefinite storage, the data gained from their short existence used on other projects such and some of the tech advancements used to inform future decisions by the company. And it would have stayed that way, if not for the fact that in 2018 Ingrid Day was revealed to be The Locust in a conflict where Enid tried to defend her against a militia group who had been hired to take her down, being shot and presumably killed in the process. As The Locust she had been terrorizing Boston for over a decade trying to take it over and being involved in the deaths of over 70 people. (Which irl btw would make her like, the 8th most prolific confirmed serial killer of all time, Yikes!) Wright Industries, desperately needing to prove their hard stance against metahuman criminals and needing a PR stunt to deflect from their connection to their former CEO re-awakened Erato. They weren’t the most powerful or best performing of the Muses, but they were above average, obedient, and had an easy enough to monitor and control power set with little risk for property damage to boot, the perfect choice. Erato then took to the streets of Boston acting basically as a vigilante, following orders, stopping minor crimes, and sometimes working alongside the police. They attracted the attention of The Viceroy, a semi-retired 56 year old hero who never registered in spite of it being compulsory legally. They both have the ability to copy the powers of others, though he can just by sight, and he has body elasticity too. These make him durable and extremely adaptable, add to that his detective skills and he’s something of a local Boston legend. He took them in as his Protégé. Though they remained distant for quite some time with Erato still coming and going between his place and Wright Industries, having promised not to reveal his assistance to the doctors who Erato reported their work to. It was this way for about a year and a half before the campaign started and Erato began living with Viceroy full time, no longer wanting to go back to Wright Industries as they began to think more independently and consider what they wanted for them self more. During this time Erato had chance encounters with each of the other characters a few times as they also did minor vigilante work, peaking with a villain who is a member of Superhuman, an extremist pro-metahuman group, attacked the school that Josephine, Les, and Amanda all attend. After that incident Erato was prompted by Viceroy to contact each of these other young potential heroes to form a team, The Upstarts. Additionally during this time Viceroy took in Enid who had been abandoned by her biological father and had been getting bounced around foster care. Over time the three of them have become kind of a weird family, living in a warehouse full of cats with a couple of bedrooms grafted on and an ultra secret basement lair underneath full of advanced stuff Viceroy makes. Though Erato and Enid have definitely had their ups and down, more recently in the story (and we’ve been doing this campaign for well over a year now) they’ve been putting in serious effort to better their relationship and be good adoptive siblings to one another. I love their relationship a lot, they’re good kids.

That gets us up to the start of the campaign but hoo boy, I’ve been writing for like, an hour now. Since then Erato’s helped take down a nazi-aligned terrorist organization, they’ve got a boyfriend in their teammate, Les, and they’ve made friends outside of their core group of teammates. They’ve also enrolled in school doing well on some classes and poorly in others, namely learning how to Code and Woodworking. Currently they’re at a sleep away summer camp for superpowered kids called Camp Justice, about 10 miles outside of Boston. They really, really hate it there. Constant supervision, being made to do tests, things scheduled out against their will, inability to leave the area? Yeah that certainly reminds them of something. The difference between it and school, which does share these features, is they wanted to go to school. They very much Did Not want to go to camp. As a result they’re finally going to have to start facing the trauma they’ve got from their origin and also actually tell the others other than Les and Amanda about their sisters. Whiiiiich...Enid saw one of them disassembled and showed off in parts at a school science fair display set up by Wright Industries to gauge interest in students. And she hasn’t mentioned this to Erato...for 4 months Uh Oh! Lastly, here’s my tag I use mostly for art I make of them, it includes some texts posts and picrew dumps too though, lol. Feel free to look!

[ambersky0319]

The Boy I've Loved for Years

Human AU

Word Count : 1.8k

Parings : Logicality

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"Patton, you are..." Logan trailed off, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. That was where his speech currently was. And that, that wasn't too good. Not when he needed it all figured out by tonight.

He sighed, running a finger through his hair. It was messiest than normal, but did not make the teacher look any less attractive. Logan was lucky, Virgil had offered to take Patton to a movie and then to lunch while he prepared everything. Logan owed Virgil big time.

Roman as well, Logan was reminded, when the doorbell rang. He quickly left the bathroom to answer, coming face to face with Roman's grin.

"Specs! I can't believe it! Thank you for asking me to help, I've got so many ideas!" Roman exclaimed, wrapping Logan in a tight hug. "Of course, it's your decision what you do. I'm just happy to help!"

Logan laughed, adjusting his tie. "Good, because I need a chef and someone to help me set up." Roman seemed to grin more, and bowed.

"At your service, Mr. Crofters."

-

Later in the evening, Logan was beyond nervous. He was on the borderline of entering full blown panic. The only thing that kept his mind calm was the sound of the dogs barking in the pound behind him. He was waiting for Virgil to drop off Patton, as had been planned. But in the mean time, he practiced his speech under his breath.

Virgil's car pulled up, a brilliant purple atop fading into black. Patton got out and waved happily at Virgil, before dashing over to embrace Logan. Virgil did a small salute before pulling out of the pound parking lot, and Logan turned his attention to Patton.

"Sorry we're late! There was a lot of traffic and all," Patton chirped, kissing Logan's cheek quickly. "But! I'm here now! So, what did you have planned, my dear Starlight?"

Logan's cheeks flushed pink, and Patton giggled. Logan cleared his throat, smiling. "A lot of things, actually. It is our anniversary, after all. This is only one if our stops." Patton tilted his head, finally registering the sound of barking.

His eyes lit up. "You don't mean..." Logan nodded, and Patton squealed, jumping onto Logan. "You are the best boyfriend, in the entire cosmos!" Patton cried out, peppering Logan's face with kisses.

Logan laughed, carefully setting Patton down. He took the excited man's hand and guided Patton into the pound. They asked to see the dogs, both allergic to cats, and a lady brought them into a loud room.

Patton had spent possibly twenty minutes just playing and looking at dogs. One caught his attention, though. A pitbull, with scars along her sides as if she had gotten into a fight. It made Patton frown, and Logan watched as Patton tried to pet her.

She flinched away, and Patton drew back. He motioned for Logan to come sit with him, and Logan didn't deny, sitting beside Patton. Patton was patient, and one of the volunteers offered treats to give to try and coax the dog towards them.

The dog, Logan reminded himself, was named Roxy. Patton seemed determined to help her, and he looked at Logan. "She was in dog fighting, wasn't she?" Patton asked the worker, turning back to Roxy.

"Yes," replied the young girl softly. The dogs had, for the most part, quieted down. "Roxy hasn't had many good homes in her life. I'm surprised she hasn't moved, almost no one is allowed this close."

Logan tilted his head. Roxy hadn't moved away when Patton had scooted over. Patton called Roxy's name, very softly and full of care. And Logan's heart melted, and the volunteer nearly fainted.

Roxy had gotten up and moved to Patton, climbing into his lap when he had called her. Patton grinned, running his hand over her gently, and she rested her head on his leg. She looked up between Patton and Logan, and her short tail wagged a bit.

"Her. Can we adopt her?" Patton asked, looking at Logan. He looked to the volunteer, who nodded and helped the two men up, careful to not startle Roxy now that she seemed content.

Logan and Patton filed the proper paperwork, and soon Roxy was in Logan's back seat. Patton was giddy, opting to sit in the back with Roxy. The pitbull slept the entire ride to the house, and Logan knew it was a good decision to make this the first gift.

He pulled into the garage and the two men and new dog entered the home. Patton watched as Roxy cautiously explored the home, and he jumped into Logan's arms once again.

"Lolo, you truly are the best," Patton mumbled, burying his face in Logan's neck. Logan laughed, kissing Patton's cheek. Both of their glasses were askew now, but neither seemed to care much.

"The night's not over- do you smell what I do?" Patton lifted his head from Logan's shoulder and sniffed the air. His eyes widened as the smell of pizza and fresh pie finally reached him. Logan pecked his lips, setting Patton down. "How about a picnic outside, and Roxy can explore the backyard while we eat."

Patton nodded, unable to speak. He fixed his glasses and called for Roxy, leading her to the back door of the house. As Patton took her outside, Logan grabbed the pizza platter and the cake tray. He put the lid of the container over the cake, and placed it in a small basket with a blanket. He held the platter, also covered to avoid the pizza slipping off, and let the basket loop around his elbow as he walked outside.

Patton was watching Roxy carefully as she smelled their large backyard. Logan worked at a very good school, and Patton was learning how to be a therapist, currently working as an assistant therapist under Dr. Picani. They both made good money, and could afford a nice home.

Logan set up the blanket and Patton soon joined him, both helping themselves to the pizza. Just one taste, and Patton knew the chef. "Roman made this!" He chirped, looking at Logan for confirmation. Logan nodded.

"Indeed. A special homemade pizza for a special occasion." Logan said, continuing to eat his own slice. "He was quite generous."

Patton giggled, and tossed Roxy a piece of crust. She sniffed it wearily before eating it, perking up and almost begging for more. Both men were shocked she could even stand on her hind legs, and each tossed her some more crust.

The sun began to set, and all the pizza had been consumed. They ate some cake, but not too much, already full from the pizza. Once it was packed away safely, Logan and Patton lied down on the blanket. Roxy was a ways away, sleeping peacefully more towards their porch.

Patton curled into Logan, though his gaze was on the sky, watching as stars began to show. "Today was amazing, Logan. Thank you."

Logan smiled and kissed Patton's head, looking up at the stars himself. "No need to thank me, Sunshine. You deserve it all, and much more." He said, and Patton glanced at him, face flushing.

"You're a sap sometimes," he giggled. Logan laughed.

"Perhaps Roman is rubbing off on me, then."

Silence fell over the two, a comfortable one. They lied there for quite awhile, possibly two hours, if Logan was correct. Patton seemed to be dozing off now, and Logan realized he needed to actually get to the point of it all. Sighing silently, Logan glanced down at Patton.

"Love?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you awake enough?"

"Mhmm...." Patton hummed, and it was clear he wasn't processing what Logan was saying. Not fully, at least.

Logan smiled a bit, sitting up and leaning down. He planted a soft kiss on Patton's lips, pulling away moments later. Patton almost chased the warmth, and opened his eyes. He pouted playfully. "Logan," he whined quietly.

"Sunshine, I need you to hear everything." Logan stated, getting to his feet. Patton huffed at the fact he'd have to get up, but didn't complain. Logan seemed nervous, beginning to fidget, and whatever was going to happen, Patton would make sure he heard.

Logan took a deep breath, taking both Patton's hands in his own. Roxy watched them from afar curiously and tiredly.

"Patton, you are..." another deep breath, and Logan's hands trembled. Patton remained silent, and gave Logan's hands a gentle squeeze. "You are so incredibly and astoundingly amazing. You bring light into my world. You've helped me... You've helped me through my hardest times."

Logan began to rub circles on the back of Patton's hands, looking down at their interlocked fingers. "For four years, you've stayed by my side. Didn't give up on me. You've always encouraged me and helped me deal with emotions that I had tried to lock away completely."

"Logan...?" Patton whispered, and Logan sniffled. When had he started crying.

Logan released one of Patton's hands to while away his tears before they fell too heavily. "I'm... I'm going to get to the point. Or else I might never."

Logan knelt to the ground, and Patton gasped, free hand going to his mouth as his face flushed red. Logan reached for his back pocket and pulled out a pastel blue box, before releasing Patton's other hand.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't imagine a reality where we aren't together, or where you don't make me happy every single day." Logan smiled, watching as Patton choked back a sob. "So, Patton Hart, will you marry me?"

Patton uncovered his face, a huge grin stretching from ear to ear. He bounced on his heels and nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Yes! God, yes!" He exclaimed, and Logan got to his feet.

Patton pulled Logan into a life-threatening hug, but Logan reciprocated it with as much force. Tears if his own slipped down his cheeks and he kissed Patton, smiling wide as he did so.

When he pulled away, Patton sniffled and rubbed at his eyes with one hand. Logan took the other, and Patton watched as Logan slipped the engagement ring over his finger. Patton observed it closely now, as best he could with blurred vision. It was a fairly large diamond, and the band had small aquamarine stones embedded into the silver.

"Logan, it's beautiful," Patton breathed out, tearing his gaze to meet the eyes of his fiancé.

Logan smiled, kissing Patton slow and full of love. It took Patton's breath away. "Not as beautiful as you, Sunshine." Patton giggled, laying his head on Logan's shoulder, arms around Logan's torso.

Roxy bounded over and barked, and Patton and Logan turned to her. Laughing, they knelt down and Patton gestured her over. She seemed to understand and Patton pet her head, Logan's arm still around him.

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Second Chances [Part 2]

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He couldn’t believe it...

There was no way!

Shinso sat back against the sofa, his eyes staring back at the now pitch black TV screen and remote dropping onto the space beside him as he placed a hand against his forehead and dragged it down his face.

‘This had to be some sort of joke!- or a dream, it had to be a dream!’ His free hand rushed to pinch the skin of his cheek, the feeling of pain edging him on and a harsh slap was delivered to his face before he let out a harsh hiss and finally let his hand rest against the hot flesh, eyes wide in realisation.

This was real. The conference was real. What he had just watched was real- U.A was gaining another hero class- he was getting his second chance!

Shinso let out a small giggle that slowly morphed into a full blown belly laugh, his excitement doing nothing but pushing out the peels of chuckles. His hands came to rest on his stomach, an amazing pain echoing through his muscles as he did, only making him laugh harder as it reminded him that this was reality.

He was finally reduced to snickers soon after, eyes trained on the ceiling as an amused sigh left his aching mouth.

“Finally…”

~Skip~

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ANOTHER HERO CLASS!?” Class 1-A screeched, Aizawa scrunching up his face in discomfort. It was too early to be this loud, unless you were Mic of course, the man had grown accustomed to his fellow hero’s energy.

“Yes, another Hero Class, there’s an exam set for the end of this month” Aizawa stated, a stern tone to his voice, his hair up in the air and his eyes narrowed into that usual dark stare of his. The class instantly quieted down as Aizawa returned to normal.

“So, when the exams are taking place, you’ll have the day off and will be allowed to observe the participants of the exam” He gave them another glare when they were about to get riled up again “Until then, you’re all on break”

At that, the class had let out cheer while Aizawa began to step into his sleeping bag. No one noticed as he slowly started to roll out from the classroom in the middle of their chatter.

“What do you think the new students are gonna be like? Ahhh! I can’t wait!” Mina exclaimed loudly, practically bouncing in place at the thought of new students. The other students couldn’t help but perk up at the thought.

“Maybe they’ll be strong?” Suggested Kirishima with a grin as he scratched his chin in thought. “I can’t wait to see how manly these new kids are!”

“Maybe they got huge boobs and tight revealing clothes?” Drool slowly started to run down Mineta’s chin “Do you think they’d have a big butt? Ahh~ Imagine their bodies under their clothes--” Mineta couldn’t finish his words before being slapped by Tsuyu’s tongue without even sparing a glance in his direction.

“Do you think they’d even want to be friends with us?” Tsuyu’s finger went to her chin, the thought of more students meant they could make some new friends.

Bakugo scoffed in disdain “who cares, they’re probably just some weak extras” Most of the class proceeded to ignore him, except for Kirishima, who was telling his friend to cut the new students some slack as he swung a hand around the blond’s neck, making Bakugo scoff.

“I wonder what kind of quirks they would have…” Murmured Midoriya, as he continued to mumble on about the kinds of quirks they could possibly have or the variations of those quirks. He was seriously starting to consider getting a new notebook just for this new class. His eyes sparkling with wonder at the idea.

They continued to chat as they made their way out of their classroom, moving as a group to the Fake City. However, their walk was interrupted by the familiar sound of Class 1-B, well, the familiar sound of Monoma.

“Well, if it isn’t Class A-sshole” Monoma started off, grinning widely “Can you believe it? A whole new heroes class? It’s probably because you guys cause so much trouble that they’re finally planning to get rid of you all-”

Kendo cut him off by smashing her hand on his neck, knocking the almost insane blonde out in an instant “Sorry for that, he’s been like this as soon as we got the news” Kendo laughed apologetically with a small smile, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault on what he chooses to say” Iida affirmed with one of his hands up in the air.

Kendo nodded before she frowned slightly “where are you guys going? We’re allowed to go home early today!”

“To the fake city, would you like to join us?” Momo beamed at them with a small tilt of her head, the gesture made Kendo and her classmates grin brightly.

“Sure! Thanks for the offer” The two classes walked towards the fake city together while dragging Monoma behind like the sack of potatoes he was as the two classes chatted animatedly with each other.

~Skip~

There was chaos, humor and silliness reigning supreme in the Inzen Household, however everything came to a halt as they watched the news about a certain hero school making room for more students in the hero course.

Shitae’s mind started to wander to her childhood friend, she knew she had been accepted into U.A despite her ‘condition’ as some people would call it. But, how was she now? Was school fun? She was tempted just to join U.A to see her, and maybe be a hero like those cartoons they used to watch together. Of Course she was not an idiot, she knew that real life wouldn’t be like the same way, but it would be with her and a quirk like her’s.

“I’m going to join U.A” She announced to her family who didn’t even seem to blink at her words, their voices chiming in with a few ‘good lucks’ and other well wishes, though their focus was still stuck on the press conference. Her family was kind of airheaded like this, but she had meant her words, she would get into U.A.

‘Whatever it takes’ She thought, clenching her fists in determination.

How long had it been since she was this serious?

~Skip~

“DID YOU HEAR THAT, EVA?!”

“Yeah, I heard, Chava”

“ANOTHER CHANCE AT ONE OF THE BEST HERO SCHOOLS IN THE COUNTRY!” Chava jumped up from her spot on the sofa, hopping up and down on the cushioned surface with excitement dancing in her eyes while Evangelina watched next to her, stuffing her face into Space Rock’s fur as the channel changed back to the documentary they had been watching together. “This is AMAZING!”

“Yeah it sure is” Piped her friend “Are you going to try out for a spot?”

“Well, of course, my friend!” Chava dropped down onto the floor, glancing back at Eva with a large smile “And you are too!”

“What? Chava, I don’t think I’m cut out-”

“Evangelina, you are most certainly cut out for this! You mustn’t put yourself down, my friend, you’ll do great! You want to become a hero, don’t you?”

Eva her face heat up “Well, yes, of course”

“Then you and I are going to go to that exam and ace that thing!” Chava held out her hand, Eva recuperating her smile and grabbing the other’s hand. Space Rocks moved to the side, allowing Chava to yank Eva to her feet. “Together!”

Eva nodded “Together”

“Hell yeah!”

~Skip~

Kana Rikimaru was watching the announcement through the screen of her phone as she made way to her next class, she stopped walking at the thought of taking the exam.

“Should I give it a try? Maybe...just maybe this could help me find the answers that I’m looking for…” her fingers made a quick work of closing the app she was using before looking for her contacts, she hesitated for a few seconds at the idea but shook her head with a look of determination before quickly dialing the contact she was looking for: Mothman.

“Hello?...yeah, everything’s fine...stop worrying about me so much!...could you please listen for a second?!...I was wondering...do you think it’s alright if I take the entrance exam for U.A?....why?”

Her grip on her phone got tighter, she was biting her lip in deep thought.

“...Because you know I’m not going to find answers just sitting around and waiting for others to do everything for me...so please...tell me I can do it!”

There was only silence on the other side of the call, until she finally got the answer she was looking for, making a cheerful smile appear on her face.

“Really?!...I can?...Thank you so much! I won’t disappoint you! I promise!”

She ended the call before cheering silently, until she noticed the time and let out a squeak before running off, she was going to be late for History class….

~Skip~

Zokujin wasn’t good at anything, he was often reminded of it by his foster family. But there was something that he was very good at, and that was listening. He could hear the TV playing loudly in the living room, a room he was forbidden from entering, well, unless it was to carry out his household “duties”, bringing his “family” beverages or food if they demanded. In that moment, his mind was swirling, if he got into U.A. he could get away from this place, if he couldn’t...he didn’t know what he would do.

Whatever he did now, at the very least, was not showing any excitement on his face, none at all.

“Do you hear this crap?” Called his foster father, his voice holding nothing but venom. ‘The rotten bastard...’ “Why would anyone even want to be a hero? No one saves others out of the goodness of their hearts, bet if you took those dollar signs away, almost all of the heroes would leave overnight, don’t you agree boy?”

His “father” turned back towards him, a malicious grin and judging eyes settling onto Zokujin’s figure.

Yes, of course, he wasn’t even good enough for them to say his name, it’s just boy. ‘I’d kill you if I had the chance, you damn bastard-’ “Yes, I completely agree” He responded after a moment, dollar signs or no, he wanted out of this house, and fast. He could only hope he could just stay there instead of having to come back home.

No matter the cost, he would get out of this damn house.

~Skip~

Being a child to two Pro Heroes often left a lot of expectations on someone, ones that were often pretty hard to fulfill when you’re someone like her.

She had been lifting weights while wearing her “mild weights” when the sound of the TV finally caught her ears, making her pause to listen and think. Maybe she could try to give it a shot? She was strong and able to get a little bit of a leeway on her mother when it came to arm wrestling...if that didn’t speak volumes, then what will?

But would they let someone like her in? Could she prove herself through raw talent alone?

Gingerly she set down the weight, making an effort not dent to the floor before heading towards her planner. One month to plan and get ready? Sounds good, and she already knew what her parents would say ‘go for it, but don’t cry if they don’t let you in’...Life has always been full of disappointments and people babying her, but this time, she would show them that she was not one to be babied.

But one to be feared greatly.

~Skip~

Finding a spot where one could jog at thirty-five miles per hour was hard and often underrated; he could easily count on his hand the places where he could jog, except for the ocean, the one place where he could go even faster, to keep from taking a dip, of course.

But his lovely music had been interrupted by the news, he slowed down to take a better look at what had bothered him only to freeze at the words coming through. U.A? New hero class? This month? The joy that radiated off him could be easily felt! Wait...he was just vibrating in place out of sheer joy.

“I could be a hero…” he said to himself out loud, wonder filled his face and a broad grin pulled at his lips “I CAN BE A HERO!” He whooped to the heavens before taking off, thirty-five miles per hour was nice and all, but a hero had to go faster.

He had no doubts in his powers, not a single one. He would become a hero.

~Skip~

An elder woman was watching the news about the new entrance exam, her eyes narrowed at the thought before she scoffed.

“Just what we need, more heroes...This is getting ridiculous, wouldn’t you say so, sweetie?”

She was only met with silence, causing her to spin around. Her granddaughter was staring intensely at the screen, cup of tea gone cold and a familiar spark within her eyes. The woman knew that look and, man, she did HATE it.

“...Chikako” There was No answer from the girl “...Chikako!”

Chikako jolted on her seat, startled by the sudden increase of volume in her grandmother’s tone. She slowly turned back to the woman sitting in front of her with a look of doubt and a slight trace of fear on her features.

“Yes, granny?” “Don’t you think this is just ridiculous? who needs more heroes out there, they can barely do their jobs right, don’t you think?” “...Granny...” her gaze never left the young girl, whose hands were gripping hard on the material of her dress.

“I...I want to apply for the entrance exam” There was a thick silence before the woman laughed bitterly and quickly stood up from her seat. For someone her age she was still lively as ever. “You will not participate in such foolish activities! You will just end up like your mother” the way she said those words with such venom made Chikako flinch, she gulped before speaking again “My mother is an exceptional hero Granny! The fact that you and her don’t get along should--” She couldn’t finish her sentence before her grandmother grabbed her wrist in an iron grip, nails digging into her forearm as she pulled her out of her chair and started dragging her away.

“You will not take that exam and that’s final! A lady like you shouldn’t bother with that foolery!” She shoved the girl inside her room, slamming the door shut, the sound of hands slamming on the door and her granddaughter’s cries was loud as she locked the door with a faint ‘click!’

“You will stay there until you clean up your act! Remember you have piano lessons within an hour, and I expect you to be on your best behaviour once the instructor arrives”

Chikako could only whimper at the sound of her grandmother walking away, she may be stubborn, but she wasn’t that cautious as she had forgotten to take away her cellphone, the girl used the speed-dial feature,  the voice of a woman was quick to answer.

“Chika? What’s wrong?...wait, Are you crying?!” “Mama...She did it again” “What?!” “She locked me up in my room, just like she did last time!” “I’m on my way darling, hold on! I promise you this time you’re going to take the entrance exam, and this time you’re going to become a hero!”  The call was cut short. Leaving the young girl alone with her thought as she waited for her mother to arrive…

30 minutes later Chikako could hear the sound of another door being slammed open, and a quarrel. She recognized those voices, her mother was arguing with Granny…

“You can’t keep her away like this, you may have helped raise her, but she’s my daughter!” “She will stay here, what is someone who dresses like a harlot going to do about it?!” “How about we ask Takeshi? surely he’ll have something to say about the way you’re treating his daughter!”

Chikako didn’t hear another word from her grandmother as the door was unlocked and pulled open, her mother smiled at her before hugging her.

“Let’s go Chika, you need to get ready for the exam” “Chikako!”

The way her grandmother yelled out her name made the girl shiver, her mother only sent a cold glare in the older woman’s direction.

“If you take another step I’ll make sure to send you to a boarding school!” “If you ever try to pull anything like this again, I won’t hesitate to call Takeshi, and you know better than anyone you can’t do anything related to Chikako without both his and my consent”

Her grandmother only glared at them both before marching away.

“Let’s go Chika” Her mother smiled sweetly at her, before taking her away from the woman’s home.

~Skip~

Being one of the few children that was asked to stay home on more than one occasion because he scared the other students was depressing. He was used to the silence of his room though, it wasn’t something comforting, but at least he didn’t have to hear his classmate’s whispering behind his back, the harsh comments about his appearance, the fear in his classmates voices- it was all too much. So, he confined himself into his room, working his youth away in the familiar walls of his home.

Hanamaru had been writing his essay out carefully, the quiet becoming nothing more than white noise in his ears, however, the silence was interrupted by the rapid and quick footsteps of someone climbing the stairs before they opened his door, out of breath but grinning excitedly towards him.

“Did you hear?! They’re doing another class!” Chiniku stated, he was out of breath.

Hanamaru blinked “Who is doing another class?” he asked, feeling completely out of the loop.

“U.A! They’re doing a third hero class, people get to try out for the exams at the end of this month, early in the morning” Chiniku danced around happily “You could become a hero! You’re ahead of everyone else, surely they’d allow you to...right?”

Hanamaru set down his pencil.

It was a childhood dream to become a hero, a dream that was steadily crushed throughout his years because of his…”curse” that people only found suitable around Halloween. “Yeah...I could, and they are always getting strange people with even stranger quirks, ours shouldn’t stand out too much.”

Chiniku grinned “Awesome! I...wouldn’t mind being a hero, but I’m not as far as you, and I rather just be a medic” he admitted sheepishly, red seeping into his cheeks.

Hanamaru laughed “That’s fine, I’m sure I could find something for you, that way you won’t have to fight.” The two brothers shared a chuckle, both always watching out for one another as Hanamaru closed his essay and pulled out a planner, he really had to get serious about this after all…

~Skip~

Meldori narrowingly dodged the plate as it shattered above her head “YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!” Raged her mother, the woman’s face dyed an unhealthy shade of red “HOW DARE YOU TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!”

‘Why did she have to act this way?’

“YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE THAT TEST AND PROVE EVERYONE THAT YOU AREN’T A USELESS SACK OF SHIT, THE FIRST TEST YOU FAILED WAS A FLUKE” She screamed to high heavens, not a care about her voice being heard.

‘Why did she have to live like this?’

Meldori’s heart was pounding loudly in her ears, she wanted to get out so badly , but if she dared to make the slightest move, her mother would only grow more enraged, probably even throw more things at her, thus far she was lucky it had only been cups and plates and nothing heavier...or sharper.

The door clicked open at the same moment Kazahana’s voice called out “Hey Meldori, you ready…..for our….outing” her voice trailed off as she looked at the mess in front of her before letting out the tiniest of sighs.

Her mother turned to Kazahana with a deadly fire in her eyes “YOU! MAKE SURE THIS POOR EXCUSE OF A HUMAN DOES AS SHE’S TOLD!”

Kazahana stared at her mother, face completely void of any emotion, save for a carefully carved smile that only held hidden hints of disgust “As you say, mother dearest” She responded, words dripping with venom before she glanced at Meldori with a more genuine smile gracing her features “Come on, we’re gonna be late for that cafe, I’ll talk you into becoming a hero there” she said to her sister.

Meldori gave her a tiny nod as she calmly tried to walk towards her sister's outstretched hand, grasping it with a shaking grip. Together they slowly walk out, the sky bright and the birds singing as Meldori tried to keep her tears hidden in her sister's side.

As they arrived at the cafe, their usual waiter had greeted them, he gave them a smile as bright as the sun itself, however his expression quickly fell at the sight of Meldori. Quietly he led them to a sunny but private booth, their favorite spot, their spot. “Would you like the usual?” He asked, looking at the both of them.

They nodded quietly but her sister turned to him and whispered something that Meldori couldn’t quite catch. He nodded with a small gorgeous smile and went off to get their orders. She turned to Meldori with a fox-like grin as soon as Meldori had wiped off her tears “I know you don’t like the thought of the hero class or mother, but I think you might want to try it out this time~” She said with a gentle tone despite the fox-like grin on her face.

Meldori sniffed softly, giving her sister a weak glare “And why’s that?” She asked with a bitter tone.

Her sister’s smile softened “Because baby brother is joining too! He just told me last night!” As soon as the words let her mouth, Meldori’s sniffles quieted down before staring at her big sister in shock, completely missing the other two people who came in and sat down, a girl with flaming red hair and the other was a guy with bi-colored hair.

“He’s joining? But...why?” Meldori asked, missing when their drinks were placed down in front of them.

“Thank you Deta. And, well, he said something about wanting to be able to pay back all of the heroes in his life” She said gently.

Meldori looked down at her cup, surprised to see strawberry shortcake-flavoured ice cream, her favorite. She took a small bite and let out a delighted hum “Well, that’s not fair, I can't leave my twin all alone in the hero course, now can I?”

They shared a grin before finally enjoying their meal in peace and gossip.

~Skip~

“As you can see, taking this class will give you the freedom you’ve been wishing for, however...it also means you have to save others, assuming you pass. Do you accept these conditions?” The man in dark pressed dress clothes asked, Kishin settled silent before him.

The couch was soft, but she was tense, staring at the man with the missing face and tall stature “So...you’re saying that if I become a hero, I can get my freedom?” She asked carefully, narrowing her eyes ‘I get my life to control and do as I want with? Maybe even find mother?’

He nodded, setting a stack of books down in front of her “We don’t doubt your strength, but it would be for the best if you knew the materials you’re expected to know by this point”

‘Throwing her into this without a full month to study and catch up to everyone else who had fifteen or so years to learn?’ It was unfair, really unfair, but a chance was a chance, no matter how small it was. Those words, she felt like they were spoken to her once before...they were her only comfort.

“Very well, I accept the challenge” She was wondering if she could really do it, but the thought of finally being free, to taste the air, to feel the sunlight- it called out to her.

She reached for the books and cracked one open to read, trying not to let it bother her that she couldn’t read a single thing, after all, she had never been taught to, after all.

~Skip~

“Say ahh~” Chura spoke gently to the baby in front of him, her name was Kore, she opened her tiny mouth obediently, waiting for her food, a bright toothless smile settled on her lips.

“Good girl! Keep this up and you’ll be a teenager by how much you’re eating!” Chura joked playfully before softly poking her belly with the utensil. It made Kore let out a giggle as she reached out to grasp the spoon only for Chura to laugh, pulling it out of her hands gently before pausing as Kore’s morning cartoons were switched for some “important” news.

‘Oh great, what now?’

He pushed down his irritation to listen to the interview, a new hero class? he scoffed. Now that sounded like a very poor reason to interrupt Kore’s morning cartoons for, who cared if more people could become heroes? Sure, they made good money but-

…

...That actually sounded like a great idea...if he had more money, he could easily be able to provide for Kore and his sisters, he could even provide for his grandmother as well! He didn’t care about anyone else, minus the two friends he gained through his life, those were the only people that mattered to him.

“What do you think Kore? Should I become a hero?” He asked her gently. She responded with a wide grin, her teeth growing in as she squealed and bounced in her high chair, clapping her tiny hands together.

He grinned a little more “I guess it’s settled, I’ll try and become a hero, for you”

~Skip~

Ryogami had suffered from depression for as long as he could remember, it came hand in hand with hearing and seeing things you were not supposed to..But despite that, he always wished to become a hero, not for the fame or for the glory, but to help others and to be there for them.

Like not many had been there for him.

He had missed the announcement, but his sister Seikai had been kind enough to tell him about it the morning after “So, U.A. is having a new hero class” She gently nudged him with her spoon.

He glanced up at her, remembering his parents spiteful words “Do you really think someone like me would be allowed in?” He asked, his mind swirling with negative thoughts.

‘I mean, there are so many people out there with better Quirks than me, who are better than me, how could I ever hope to get into somewhere like U.A-’

Of course!” His sister grinned “If they only let just the flashy people in, the villains would have made paste out of them ages ago. Just because your Quirk is more quiet and a tad spooky doesn’t mean anything, you also have to be a strong hero, and be willing to protect the public….can you do that? Protect the public?” she asked seriously.

He nodded softly “Yeah, I can do that, in a heartbeat”

She grinned brightly once again “See? You’re already on your way to being a great hero”

Ryogami couldn’t help but recuperate the smile, picking up his spoon and slowly starting to eat his meal. He had to keep up his strength in order to be a hero for others.

~Skip~

Tsukiko wasn’t one many would call a hero type, she stuck to herself most of the time, not the type to push her nose into another’s business. But she knew how to break fights, had a large knowledge of the legal system and knew how to get around laws.

She had just broken up a fight between two young men about something rather petty that she had forgotten about quickly. On the way home she could easily pick out their scents, they lived so close, and their scents were very strong. And then she caught it,

‘Grandmother.’

She let out a sigh, turning to her grandmother climbing out of a window just a door down “You know everytime you do that you give the whole group a heart attack, right?”

Her grandmother gave her a look, eyes wide before letting out an irritated huffed “Well, if they remembered to eat, I wouldn’t have to break in and feed them, now would I?”

Tsukiko laughed in return “I suppose not granny, now, would you like to walk home together?”

Her grandmother nodded happily and grabbed her granddaughter's arm “And it’s getting cold, so I left some sweaters too, I’m not sure what colors they like though, so I made a whole bunch.”

Tsukiko hummed happily as she listened to her grandmother, only pausing when her grandmother mentioned the U.A. announcement.

“You said earlier you didn’t mind joining them, or did I hear wrong again?” Asked grandmother. Tsukiko’s mind running and settling, she had to make sure her grandmother was able to live comfortably for being such a kind influence in her life.

“Yeah, I’m actually thinking of joining” Tsukiko admitted with a smile behind her cute little mouth mask.

Granny nodded and said “and so, for that we shall have tea!” Tsukiko snorted softly.

“We always have tea, and shouldn’t I be training and studying?” She asked her grandmother tenderly.

Her Granny let out a snort “you already train enough, right now it’s time for some tea and nice calming music, and tea every day is good for the soul” she said stubbornly. It made Tsukiko laugh happily because of her grandmother’s antics.

~Skip~

Joel’s parents bought him the supposedly good news “Well, would you look at that? You CAN join U.A. after all! Check this out, they’re making a new hero class!”

“What the actual fuck?” Joel gasped out, ignoring the glare of his mother for his foul language “Wait, when the fuck did they decide this?” He asked.

“Two days ago, we weren't paying attention, and the exam is at the end of the month, you got a little less than a month less to work with, you want to be a hero, right son?” asked his father with excitement.

Joel nodded as he looked at the newspaper, his mind was running in circles “Fuck...now I got to work hard?” He groaned tiredly.

“Only if you want to get into the U.A. school” his parents chimed together.

“Fuck...guess I have to work hard then.” he grumbled before getting up and headed towards their pool to train.

~Skip~

Kira was sewing with her mother as the radio was playing softly in the background. Her mother always loved listening to the radio hero, Present Mic, She said his energy was contagious and nice to listen to during the long nights when too many or too few orders came in. Kira couldn’t help but agree, the hero's enthusiasm seemed to spread like a spark within a forest, his upbeat personality made her smile and it was nice to see her mother so happy.

Although, as Kira continued to listen to the recording of the interview, an idea suddenly struck her. She could become a hero, give her mother the money and stabilize her lifestyle! Her father left them behind ages ago to fend for themselves, threw them to the wolves without a word, leaving his girlfriend, a single mother to raise a daughter within a harsh poverty.

“Would you be angry if I decided to become a hero?” she asked her mother softly, fatigue finally hitting her. The exhaustion was strong, present within both their eyes.

“Not at all honey, if that’s what you want to do, then chase that dream, I’ll support you as best I can” She told her daughter gently, a tired smile on her face.

Kira nodded softly, going back to the peaceful chatter of the radio hero as they finished sewing the last dress of the day together, making plans in her mind for a better future.

~Skip~

The TV was turned off in the darkened room “Seems like we’re finally getting our chance. I’m glad we can sneak in this way instead of having to do things the hard way, I could never see him face to face if I harmed any of his friends, what do you guys think?”

One of the figures shifted “As long as we don’t have to hurt anyone, then it’s fine….and...do you think it’d be possible to make friends? I...would like to make a few new friends”

“Yes, that’s completely fine” said the other with a soft tone.

A sound of rustling leaves echoed through the room.

“As long as they don’t burn any plants, I don’t think I could care less” Came out a disgruntled voice from the lone planted office tree within the corner.

A grin flashed in the dark “It’s alright boys, plants and friends, it’ll all be taken care of, after all, it’s the league's second chance, right?”