#(even when he wants it so desperately- when the idea of being pinned doesnt send him running- he doesnt often let himself have it

[arsenicflame]

Edward "human weighted blanket" Teach & Izzy "crush my soul out of my body" Hands

[littleblackqrow]

((Alright, so I just got home from work and @flightofaqrow did a fantastic job of writing up a meta about this here but I’d like to throw my two cents into the ring and say that Qrow’s semblance had nothing to do with the bomb stopping. 

I’m going to start with some earlier headcanons I’ve seen floating around with how Clover used his pin, and how we saw him use it through Volume 7. Whenever Clover needed some extra luck, he’d flick his pin, it would shine, and then he’d do something seemingly impossibly lucky. The man was covered from head to toe in good luck charms, from his horseshoe projectile, to the rabbit’s foot that he kept on his belt. A looot of theories have speculated that Clover used these talismen as a focus, somewhere he could direct his excess spillover Good Fortune and store it up for when he really needed to pull something lucky out of his ass. 

We know that it is possible to imbue inanimate objects with semblance and aura. Adam and his sword come to mind, considering that he could store up the kinetic energy that hit his sword, and then send it back. I see no reason that Clover couldnt do the same to his pin.

And there was, in fact, a tiny sparkle on the pin itself that stopped the bomb and saved the people that Clover cared the most for: his team, his new partner, and Robyn, whom he had some strange friendly chemistry with that was never explored or explained. Considering they needed some real fucking good luck right about then, its not unreasonable to assume that the last dregs of Clover left - the aura he’d stored in his emblem - reacted and saved everyone. 

This is way more interesting to me than the idea that Qrow and Clover have identical semblances with opposite outlooks. For one thing, it cheapens their lived experiences at the extremes of the spectrum almost more than having them “cancel” each other out.

For another, it would effectively make everything Qrow has been through, and everything he has yet to work through pointless. As Ray pointed out, there’s no way that Qrow hasnt tried every single option open to him. Semblance and aura training, thinking positively, changing his outlook on life. It doesnt work. At BEST, Qrow might be able to suppress some of the worst effects of his semblance. 

His journey, his pain, is all about wanting desperately to fix a part of himself that you cannot fix, that causes nothing but problems, that keeps him isolated and gives him nothing but mental anguish. Qrow has struggled his whole life to deal with something crippling, even when its not threatening the ones he loves. Really sit down and think what being bad luck incarnate could entail:

Missing alarms constantly

burned or undercooked food. Alternatively getting the wrong meal at a restaurant or the server just forgetting your table all together

drinks spilled over important documents or nice clothes

Just barely missing a bus or taxi and having to wait 15-30 minutes for the next one 

dropping/knocking the phone in the toilet, or in the trash and not noticing

blue screen of death when doing important computer work

dropping keys into a storm drain

trips, falls, bashing funny bones, smacking your face into doors and cabinets...

This scene from Pure Luck (1991), just happening. All. the. Time.

And thats just to Qrow himself. That’s someone’s shitty, bad, no good, terrible luck day, and it happens to Qrow every day of his life. Thats not even going into bigger, more potentially lethal effects Misfortune could have. And if it was just him, maybe he’d be able to bear it, but he makes that happen to everyone else around him.

Maybe changing his perspective could evolve his semblance, but just having him suddenly be able to influence all probability should have been able to manifest itself earlier. Nothing has really changed for Qrow other than he quit drinking (presumably he wasnt drinking as a kid so that wouldnt do it). He’s just realized that luck isnt the only thing that makes it hard for people to connect. “I never thought about it like that” is Qrow realizing that Robyn is also ostracized for a semblance that is not inherently harmful. 

I would love for him to grow more comfortable with his semblance. Maybe if Qrow had been supported as a kid, Misfortune could have been more like a probability randomizer. At this point in his life, though, I think Misfortune is set in stone.

Whether he stays a Harbinger of Doom, or is able to spin it into a light-hearted 1991 buddy cop comedy starring Martin Short is up to Qrow, but he’s always going to be bad luck incarnate.

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Angry/Pissed off BTS

To my lovely followers - thank you for all your input on this! I hope you enjoy reading each others ideas!

Namjoon

Seeing that angry Namjoon post is making think that all I want is for him to fuck me from behind while having one hand wrapped around my throat and spanking my ass with his other while calling me a bad girl and making me cum over and over until I’m a sobbing mess 😩 Daddy Joonie got me fucked uuuuuuppp!! - anon

Imagine Namjoon is performing at a concert and he looks into the audience to see you flashing him your tits cheekily. Though no-one else noticed, too busy enjoying the show, he is infuriated and seeks you out angrily after the show. He takes you home and ties you up on the bed, edging you for hours using his mouth and cock as a punishment - Bunny 🐰 

Imagine Joon being super pissed off after an interview because they asked stupid questions, so he takes his frustration out on you, pulling you into the nearest closet room and making you get on your knees to suck him off, thrusting into your mouth ruthlessly. Then he cums in your mouth and tells you to swallow like a good girl. - Bunny 🐰 

Seokjin

Jin always gets "fake" mad, mostly cus he just wants to make others laugh, he isnt trying to be that serious! But u just know that when its on, ITS ON! He doesnt look like the type too would be a rough dom but if you push his buttons HE WILL SNAP! He'll punish u for being such a brat, fuck u face down in the matress, spank u until ur ass is red and sore and grab u by the neck so you'll stay down and finish in ur bare back!!! But then he'll check if ur okay cus hes a gentleman ~knee anon

Tbh I can't see Jin getting angry easily but what would make him angry imo is you spending waayyyy too much time with one of the members and laughing at the member's jokes too much, chosing to sit next to them and not Jin, maybe not giving Jin enough attention so he'd just grab you and drag you to the bedroom to fuck you mercilessly till you forget everything except his name - anon

Imagine Jin being your Dom, being bratty and misbehaving for him, his voice goes quiet as he gets angry. He spanks you then teases and edges you for hours as punishment, leaving you whimpering and begging, and the whole time he has this angry smirk going. Maybe he chokes you at some point too, and after he’s done with you, he makes you blow him, pulling on your hair to make you take him deeper (rough angry Dom Jin is dreamy as anything) - anon

Yoongi

Omg I can totally imagine Yoongi being angry at you in the studio, because you're not hitting the notes/singing the way he wants you to. So he finally just has enough and fucks you over his desk and maybe even possibly records your moans for another song of his...  - baby boy

Imagine Yoongi thinks he’s been making progress flirting with you only he overheard your friend teasing you about it and you’re embarrassed so you’re dismissive like, “He’s just a baby-faced little shit who likes messing w/people” so Yoongi waits until he can corner you and prove he’s not messing around at all. - anon

Angry Yoongi oouuff!! I can imagine him in his studio seething at some stupid vlive comment or something like that and then I visit him there bcuz i was missing him for some days and he ends up releasing his anger by roughly fucking me in his studio couch🥴🥵  - anon

Hoseok

Angry J-Hope? You mean, sweaty, aggressive J-Hope in a private, 1-2-1 dance practise, late at night - frustrated at how you keep messing up until finally he grabs you and shows you how to do the move by posing you, except now you're face to face, panting, and he ends up punishment-fucking you there in front of/pressed against the big mirrors? THAT angry Hope? - anon

Broskis hobi when he's reviewing dance choreos ya know that face? Now that for pissed off hobi. Like he would just give you that look and you would already be sinking to your knees in front of him - anon

Hobi angry scenario: either he's trying to teach you a new dance routine & you keep failing &it pisses him off bc he showed it to you so many times so he just pins you against him &leads you through it roughly with great emphasis on moving the hips so he finally forces you to ride him just to show him that you can actually move your hips OR he's at an award show watching you do a sexy performance with someone else after you told him you wouldn't do it & he's so pissed he fucks you backstage - anon

Jimin

One good way to piss off Jimin would be to send him a nude or dirty text right before he goes on stage. I wonder what he'd do after the concert.  - anon

I remember once tae said jimin is the scariest when angry and i really cant get that out of my mind now! I feel like he would just ignore you if you are horny but he is still mad, give you the silence treatment only to make you want him more and get more desperate! And he is secretly horny to, palmimg himself when you arent looking, but he would never admit it cus its just so much more fun to watch you beg, all desperate for his cock😩 - anon

Angry Jimin- you've done something dangerous and,as he cares about you,you will be taught a lesson,you'll learn to obey.Oh,the edging,his tongue nowhere near your core,the whispered swearing in your ear with that delicious accent, fingering you with 4fingers until you become a sobbing pliant mess and promise to behave. His quiet "finally" as he fish-hooks your cheek with the fingers coated in your juices and pounds you mercilessly as you taste yourself and come mumbling 'thank you sir's☺ - anon

Taehyung

bro taehyung when he's mad. the growls and grunts the faces he'd make ohmygod ㅠㅠ them big ass hands spanking you, choking you, manhandling you. like either 1) he'd do all the work - missionary so his thighs literally smack against your hips - or doggy thighs againt ass n spanking hairpulling or 2) he'd make you work for it so you'd be on top and he'd just be laying there hands folded behind his head and you would be whining tf out or doggy again and you'd fuck yourself on him - anon

Just thinking about teasing Tae until we get home and he’s so pissed off/worked up. He just gives that stare and unbuckles his belt. He wouldn’t even need to say anything and I’d be on my knees - anon

Here's a scenario for an angry Taehyung; you had challenged tae to see how long he can go without sex but within a few days you were so needy but he won't giving in, so you thought that maybe he needed abit of a push. You went up to kookie, sat by him and put your legs over his. Jungkook was startled and gave you a puzzled look so you whispered into he's ear explaining the situation.. you put your hands on his chest. It really didn't take much for tae to get pissed. You could feel his gaze on you and you looked at him and mouthed "fuck me now". He got up in a instant to you by your wrist and headed straight to the bedroom ... 🤡🤡🤡 - anon

Jungkook

Imagine getting tied up by Kookie because you disobeyed him and made him angry… so he ends up tying you up and torturing you with toys for hours… completely stopping before you can cum… he’d be smirking the entire time with his arms crossed, licking his lips and every so often leaving a hickey on you somewhere… and then when he feels like you deserve it, he’d take out the toys and eat you out until you come undone from his tongue… - baby boy

My angry idea of Kookie is during a day when they are super busy. And it's early in the day but he cant do anything till way late in the evening. I'll spend the first half of the day trying to turn him on, hot stolen kisses, inappropriate touches and I'll pull away exactly when he doesn't want me to and act like I've done nothing. The second half of the day id flirt with someone else in front of JK and ignore him COMPLETELY, making sure that by the time we can get home he's MAD AF with me - anon

So I really like playing Overwatch, and I just imagined me and Kookie in a tournament or something, and me accidentally losing the game for us, so later on he comes over and angrily fucks me over my computer desk because of how pissed he is at me for losing 😳😳😶😶 - baby boy

[likelightningafterthethunder]

Like Lightning After the Thunder: Chapter One: Damned Smile

Fic Summary:

His breath wavered as he stared into Katsuki’s eyes. He knew he could get out if he tried. He could knock Katsuki out, hope that no one else would find them, and run back into the shadows where he belonged. Katsuki may have had him pinned down but he was in Denki’s range now and it would take little effort to send a charge through Katsuki to paralyze him temporarily.

It would take barely any additional effort to kill Katsuki.

As the sparks began to charge, lighting up the air around him, Katsuki refused to back down.

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Katsuki always knew he was destined for great things.

He didn’t think he’d have to turn his back on all he’s ever known to get there.

Rating: T

Warnings: Eventual major character death, implied/referenced child abuse, psychological trauma

Other Tags: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, slow burn, alternate universe - canon divergence

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Even years later, that damn smile haunted his dreams.

There was absolutely no reason for him to still think about the event. Everything had been taken care of when it had happened― injuries were treated, authorities alerted, information secured, and a press conference to tie it all up in a big red bow. There were no loose ends, no surprise second coming, no physical reminders of what happened lingering in his daily life. Katsuki would have labeled it as done, dealt with, and no longer relevant, shoving it aside in his memory so he could focus on actual important shit.

Except his mind had different plans.

When he was lucky, he could completely forget about the event for months. Other times, his dreams would be filled with nothing but that damn smile, taunting him with its silence. He could usually predict when the dreams would come― the anniversary of the event for example― but other times, it seemed like anything could trigger the memory. He once saw a bright yellow balloon and for the rest of the day, every time he closed his eyes he saw that damned smile, never wavering despite the curses and insults Katsuki spewed.

He wanted to forget it. He wanted so desperately to forget it. For the image to erase itself from his mind, for it to take the feelings away with it. He could deal with the anger, he could always deal with the anger, but when his memory reminded him of the wave of hurt and betrayal that nearly blinded him…

When his alarm jolted him from his sleep and freed him from the smile, he couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. He woke up drenched in a cold sweat, sheets singed and smoking lightly as he unclenched his hands, and Katsuki was, for once, very relieved that not all of his sweat was explosive. He slapped the singes a few times to ensure that all of the embers were put out before heading for the bathroom, cursing under his breath as he flinched at his own reflection in the mirror.

There was nothing particularly wrong with his appearance, if you didn’t count the dark circles under his eyes from a fitful night’s sleep or his clammy skin, but after being plagued by the smile, Katsuki could barely look at himself. His reaction to the smile made him feel weak, like he couldn’t handle himself and that there was something wrong with him. It was just a smile after all. There was no reason for him to react to it like a nightmare, no reason for him to lose sleep over it or to feel overwhelmed by emotions at the thought of it.

Yet when he saw the smile and saw how the corners of his mouth were tugged a bit too tight, how his eyes were open a bit too wide, how the only shine in his eyes were the reflections of light on tears that refused to fall…

Katsuki cursed.

The icy cold shower did little to help distract him from the memory, nor did his morning run nor the steaming shower he took after. He wasn’t supposed to head into the agency today, so he didn’t have any planned beatdowns for today, and yes he probably shouldn’t be hoping for it, but part of him hoped for a sudden emergency villain so he could distract himself by focusing on beating some villain’s ass into next week.

A few hours later when his phone refused to stop buzzing, Katsuki wondered if throwing his phone across the room until it stopped would be close enough to beating villain ass to work. He reluctantly decided that talking to people so they’d leave him alone was probably less hassle to deal with than having to replace his phone and distribute his new number (even if it would give him an excuse to ghost some of these damn extras).

A few individual texts and a group text were the cause of the buzzing. As the group text’s new message count continued to rise, he figured it would be easier to respond to the individual texts first. Just in case he changed his mind about destroying the phone.

Four Eyes (Rocket Legs): Hello Bakugou, this is a reminder about the upcoming Class A reunion. As the head of the reunion committee, it is my duty to ensure an accurate headcount for the event, and I have yet to receive your response about your attendance. Please ensure to respond via the following link by this Friday at 11:59PM. [Class A 10 Year Reunion RSVP]

Four Eyes (Rocket Legs): In case you missed the previous messages regarding the reunion, the event is March 28th starting at 7PM at the Shinjuku Hotel in Musutafu. If you need to rent a room for the night or the weekend, please alert the Shinjuku Hotel staff that you are part of the Class A reunion party by next Wednesday for an event discount.

Katsuki frowned. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to the possibility of being surrounded by all of his former classmates and even less at the idea of being socially obligated to spend the entire evening with them. At least when he met up with his friends elsewhere, he could always claim needing to leave early so he could make the last train or that work needed him to come in early the next day.

He closed out of the conversation, figuring he still had a few more days to decide if he really wanted to deal with his classmates for an entire evening.

Midoriya: Hey Katsugou! I was wondering if you’re going to go to the reunion? Tenya said the deadline to RSVP is coming soon and we haven’t heard from you, so I just thought I’d check in!

Katsuki: The fuck is Katsugou?

Midoriya: Oh sorry!! Typo!!

Midoriya: Anyway, are you coming?

Katsuki closed out of the conversation and moved on to the next one.

Shitty Hair: Katsuki! Are you coming to the reunion or not dude????

Katsuki: Fuck off.

Shitty Hair: Aww dude that’s no way to talk to your best friend, you know you love me!!

Katsuki: I’m blocking you.

He did not, in fact, block him. But he did close out of Eijirou’s texts.

Save for the newest text sent directly from Eijirou, all that was left was the backlog of texts in the group text. It had kept going off while he was reading the other conversations, so Katsuki figured it meant that everyone was either off for the day or on their lunch break.

Raccoon Eyes: guys!!!!! the reunion is COMING UPPPPPP!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: i cant wait to s

Raccoon Eyes: ee all of u guys again!!

Tape Face: lmao you saw us last week

Raccoon Eyes: yes

Raccoon Eyes: an eteRNITY ago

Raccoon Eyes: and like

Raccoon Eyes: kats left early so we didnt have everyone

Raccoon Eyes: so it doesnt count

Shitty Hair: Yeah Katsuki don’t leave early next time!!

Raccoon Eyes: we just have to hold him hostage next time

Raccoon Eyes: or like

Raccoon Eyes: AMBUSH him

Tape Face: i can always tape him up

Raccoon Eyes: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

Raccoon Eyes: tape him to the wall

Raccoon Eyes: and then like

Raccoon Eyes: steal his wallet

Raccoon Eyes: cant get on transit w no moneys

Raccoon Eyes: ei and han hold him down

Raccoon Eyes: i run to hide his wallet where he cant fi

Raccoon Eyes: nd it

Raccoon Eyes: probs keeps kats tapped to the wall all night

Raccoon Eyes: free up his arms so he can have a drink????

Tape Face: explosion palms dude

Raccoon Eyes: oh u right

Raccoon Eyes: he can just have a cup w like

Raccoon Eyes: a REALLY REALLY long straw

Raccoon Eyes: make sure u tape him up w his hands behind his back

Tape Face: you got it

Shitty Hair: He’s in this chat guys he’s going to see the plan

Raccoon Eyes: whatevs we can still totally blindside him

Raccoon Eyes: ANYWAYS

Raccoon Eyes: ure all going right?????

Tape Face: ya I rsvpd a while back

Shitty Hair: Yep!! Wouldn’t miss it for the world!

Raccoon Eyes: what about u kats

Raccoon Eyes: kats???

Raccoon Eyes: KAAAAAAAAAAAAATS

Raccoon Eyes: k

Raccoon Eyes: a

Shitty Hair: I’ll text him separately

Raccoon Eyes: t

Tape Face: he probably has this muted lmao

Raccoon Eyes: s

Raccoon Eyes: !!!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: how dare u ignore us

Raccoon Eyes: after everything weve done for u!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: thought we were ur ride or die hoes

Raccoon Eyes: dont tell me ur not going!!!!!

Raccoon Eyes: im so offended

Raccoon Eyes: how could u do this to us kats

Shitty Hair: Maybe he’s at work today?

Raccoon Eyes: boo

Raccoon Eyes: how dare he prioritize wo

Raccoon Eyes: rk over us

Raccoon Eyes: his best friends

Raccoon Eyes: the suns of his life

Raccoon Eyes: the bit of happiness in the cold

Raccoon Eyes: cold

Raccoon Eyes: cold

Tape Face: coooooooooold

Raccoon Eyes: COOOOOOOOLD

Raccoon Eyes: thing he calls a heart

Shitty Hair: Lmao

Tape Face: its got a bit of warmth

Tape Face: most of it is his temper

Raccoon Eyes: boom boom POW

Raccoon Eyes: well while we wait for kats

Raccoon Eyes: help me pick some photos for the slideshow!!

Tape Face: are you doing only UA pics or some stuff since then

Tape Face: somehow iida managed to not specify lmao

Shitty Hair: The info email was like ten pages, how did he miss it

Tape Face: idk

Raccoon Eyes: ive got plenty for both!!

Raccoon Eyes: momo said pref UA pics but some new stuff is good too

Raccoon Eyes: show how far weve come n all that

Tape Face: oh cool let me get some opinions then too

Shitty Hair: Anyone have any pics of the camping trip from second year?

Raccoon Eyes: before or after todoroki and kats’ fight turned it into a icy hot springs

Shitty Hair: Both lmao but probably before it went to hell

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Raccoon Eyes: ofc ive got us chillin in the springs

Raccoon Eyes: well most of us

Raccoon Eyes: kats u never get in the water w us :C

Raccoon Eyes: lets go to the beach next time!!

Tape Face: hed prob boil the water w you in it if you dragged him in lmao

Tape Face: spicy acid time

Raccoon Eyes: id like to see him TRY

Shitty Hair: Don’t tempt him lmao

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Raccoon Eyes: i got like a shit ton more

Raccoon Eyes: should i send some of THE FIGHT

Shitty Hair: Maybe not

Tape Face: yes

Tape Face: well

Tape Face: depends on how many pissed off katsuki pics youre putting in lmao

Raccoon Eyes: OH

Raccoon Eyes: OHHHH

Raccoon Eyes: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Tape Face: ?

Raccoon Eyes: dude

Raccoon Eyes: do u have the POMERANIAN pic

Tape Face: o shit

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Shitty Hair: I still think Katsuki should’ve taken that pup home

Shitty Hair: They’re matching!

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Tape Face: i also have this one

Tape Face: when she tried to bite his nose off lmao

Raccoon Eyes: kats couldve named her king explosion murder

Raccoon Eyes: or just murder

Raccoon Eyes: p sure she wouldve tried to murder kats at least o

Raccoon Eyes: nce

Tape Face: lmao she basically tried when he found her

Shitty Hair: Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t keep the pup

Tape Face: look what i found

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Raccoon Eyes: AWWWW YES

Raccoon Eyes: LOOK AT USSSSS

Raccoon Eyes: we look FABBBB

Shitty Hair: Is that from the dance?

Tape Face: ye

Raccoon Eyes: guys what if we recreate that pic at the reunion

Raccoon Eyes: the fits?

Raccoon Eyes: immaculate

Raccoon Eyes: the pose?

Raccoon Eyes: perfection

Tape Face: hotel?

Tape Face: trivago

Shitty Hair: I’m down for recreating some pics!

Raccoon Eyes: yessssss

Raccoon Eyes: u have no choice either kats u gotta do it

Raccoon Eyes: wherever u are

Shitty Hair: Oh he replied!!

Raccoon Eyes: SWEET

Raccoon Eyes: what he say

Shitty Hair: He said fuck off

Tape Face: as expected

Shitty Hair: Lmao he threatened to block me again

Tape Face: thought he said he was blocking you last week

Shitty Hair: Yea exactly

Raccoon Eyes: HOW RUDE

Raccoon Eyes: as punishment for not paying attention to us

Raccoon Eyes: im gonna send this

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Tape Face: LMAO whend you make that

Shitty Hair: Is that Katsuki with a cat face and ears

Shitty Hair: Dude I don’t know if he’s going to kill you for that or for the pink hair first lmao

Raccoon Eyes: lmao made it just now

Raccoon Eyes: well MAYBE if he ANSWERED us

Katsuki: Delete it.

Tape Face: O SHIT

Tape Face: you summoned him

Raccoon Eyes: NO I WILL NOT

Katsuki: Delete it Raccoon Eyes or else I’m coming for you.

Tape Face: are you coming for the left shoes and shittin in them

Raccoon Eyes: NOOOOOOO not my shoes!!!!!!!!

Tape Face: its just the left shoes tho

Raccoon Eyes: BUT THATS MY FAVE SIDE

Katsuki: What the fuck are you two going on about?

Raccoon Eyes: DONT COME FOR M

Raccoon Eyes: Y LEFT SHOES KATS IM SORRY

Katsuki: I’m not coming for your fucking left shoes. Or any of your shoes.

Katsuki: I will be coming for you if you don’t delete that picture, though.

Raccoon Eyes: FORGIVENESS

Raccoon Eyes: I BEG

Raccoon Eyes: PLSSSSS

Katsuki: Delete the picture.

Raccoon Eyes: ugh fiiiiiiiiiine

Raccoon Eyes: its deleted

Raccoon Eyes: i wont send it to momo for the slide show

Katsuki: Good.

Raccoon Eyes: IF U COME TO THE REUNION

Katsuki: Fuck off.

Shitty Hair: C’mon Katsuki!! It’ll be fun!!

Tape Face: ya it wouldnt do if we didnt have our exploding star

Raccoon Eyes: ill send momo WORSE if u dont come

Raccoon Eyes: nd u wont know WHAT til AFTER

Raccoon Eyes: so PLSSSSSSSSSS

Raccoon Eyes: PRETTY PLSSSSSSS

Raccoon Eyes: PLS COME TO THE REUNION

Raccoon Eyes: ill spam u a lot worse if u dont show us proof of rsvp

Raccoon Eyes: pls kaaaaaaaaats

Raccoon Eyes: kaaaaaaaaats

Raccoon Eyes: k

Raccoon Eyes: a

Katsuki: Ugh fucking fine, I’ll do the RSVP now then.

Raccoon Eyes: t

Raccoon Eyes: YAY

Four Eyes (Rocket Legs): Good afternoon, Bakugou! I just wanted to confirm with you that I have received your RSVP for the Class A reunion. As a reminder, if you need to rent a room for the night or the weekend, please alert the Shinjuku Hotel staff that you are part of the Class A reunion party by next Wednesday for an event discount.

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Katsuki: Four Eyes is watching the RSVP form like a fucking hawk apparently.

Raccoon Eyes: YAAAAAY URE RSVPD!!!

Shitty Hair: You know him, always dedicated to his work

Tape Face: sweet

Raccoon Eyes: are u guys getting rooms

Tape Face: yea musutafus too far for a round trip

Tape Face: esp since itll prob end late

Shitty Hair: I got one for the weekend!

Tape Face: wbu mina

Raccoon Eyes: booked a room already!!

Raccoon Eyes: kaaaaats wbu

Raccoon Eyes: u should

Raccoon Eyes: we could have a brunch or lunch or s/t thats just us

Raccoon Eyes: plsssssss kats

Katsuki: I’ll think about it.

Tape Face: better than a no lmao

Shitty Hair: If they run out of space or if you decide last second, you can room with me dude

Raccoon Eyes: awww why not a yes

Katsuki: I haven’t asked the other Four Eyes for the time off yet.

Tape Face: is this four eyes no4 or no15

Raccoon Eyes: four eyes no69

Raccoon Eyes: no wait

Raccoon Eyes: no420

Tape Face: haha blaze it

Raccoon Eyes: BLAZE IT

Shitty Hair: It’s number 7

Katsuki: Fuck you, I don’t have that many Four Eyes saved in my phone.

Shitty Hair: I’d be surprised if you had 420 contacts period dude

Raccoon Eyes: would b hilarious tho

Katsuki: Yes, it’s Four Eyes number 7.

Shitty Hair: I was right!!

Katsuki: Why would I ask any of the other Four Eyes for time off? They’re not my fucking bosses.

Tape Face: dunno

Raccoon Eyes: idk maybe ure secretly dating one a

Raccoon Eyes: nd have to confirm that its ok

Raccoon Eyes: ARE U SECRETLY DATING A FOUR EYES

Raccoon Eyes: U HAVE TO TELL US IF U ARE

Raccoon Eyes: URE LEGALLY OBLIGATED

Tape Face: o shit

Tape Face: scandalous

Katsuki: Shut the fuck up, I’m not dating anyone, secret or not.

Raccoon Eyes: thats what they all say

Katsuki: Whatever. I’m not dating anyone.

Raccoon Eyes: kats n four eyes no420 sittin in a tree

Raccoon Eyes: k

Raccoon Eyes: i

Raccoon Eyes: s

Raccoon Eyes: s

Raccoon Eyes: i

Katsuki: I’ll blow up all of your left shoes when you’re not home.

Raccoon Eyes: n

Raccoon Eyes: NO

Raccoon Eyes: IM STOPPING DONT DO IT

Shitty Hair: Hey what do you guys think of this photo

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Tape Face: dude yes

Raccoon Eyes: AWWWW OUR FIRST BILLBOARDS AS PROS

Katsuki: Do we really need to send them pictures? It’s not like we fucking forgot this stuff already.

Tape Face: you can be a killjoy if you want lmao

Tape Face: im sure mina will send more than enough to cover for you

Raccoon Eyes: U BETCHA

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Tape Face: lmao why do you have a pic of katsuki throwing ei

Shitty Hair: I still can’t believe you did that bro

Shitty Hair: WITHOUT WARNING TOO

Katsuki: I gave you plenty of fucking warning.

Shitty Hair: Saying “I’m throwing you” AS YOU’RE THROWING ME is NOT PLENTY OF WARNING DUDE

Raccoon Eyes: im always ready to document golden moments

Katsuki: Shut the fuck up. We won the training exercise so what’s it fucking matter?

Shitty Hair: YOU THREW ME!!

Katsuki: Tape Face caught you before you could get hurt.

Shitty Hair: YOU /THREW/ ME!!!!!!

Tape Face: barely caught

Katsuki: Whatever.

Raccoon Eyes: im still impressed by how eASY u made that look

Katsuki: What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?

Raccoon Eyes: o look conveniently timed distraction photo spam

Katsuki sighed as he continued the conversation, commenting here and there on the photos his friends sent for judgement. In retrospect, he probably should have tried to talk to Shion first, since there was a chance she would have denied the time off for the reunion. Although, knowing her, she would have accepted just to force Katsuki into socializing. He opened up a new text message, figuring that if Shion did decide to deny the time off, he would at least have a screenshot to send to his friends explaining the sudden change in plans.

Katsuki: I need March 28th and 29th off.

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Do my eyes deceive me? The great Katsuki Bakugou, asking for time off?

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): I’m amazed! Usually I have to ask you to take the day off!

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Nay, not ask, but force!

Katsuki: Are you going to give it to me or not?

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Depends! What do you need the time off for?

Katsuki: Class reunion.

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Oh those are fun!

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Fill out the proper time off paperwork and have it on my desk by Monday. I’ll approve the time off.

Four Eyes (Shitty Shion): Just keep your phone on you in case we need you to come in for an emergency, but I’ll try not to ruin your reunion with work.

Katsuki: Thanks.

Well, so much for an easy way out.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose when he noticed that his phone had already accumulated another thirty texts in the past few minutes, no doubt primarily from Mina. He scrolled through the backlog, sending a few mostly empty threats when he saw photos he did not want projected for the entire class to see, freezing when his gaze met a pair of familiar amber eyes.

Shit.

In his scramble to close out of the photo, to escape the genuine smile that somehow was more haunting than the one in his dreams, he left the group text completely. He briefly thanked his past self; he’d impulse or rage quit the group text plenty of times before that this wasn’t unusual behavior. If he was lucky, his friends wouldn’t have noticed the timing of his departure and would assume he was just fed up with the notifications or the conversation.

Shitty Hair: You okay, Katsuki?

A weak laugh escaped Katsuki’s lips as he read the newest notification. Of course Eijirou noticed.

Katsuki: I’m fine.

Shitty Hair: Okay

Shitty Hair: We don’t have to talk about it

Shitty Hair: But if you want to, I’m here dude

Shitty Hair: I’ll tell the others that you left so your phone would shut up and not to add you back yet

Katsuki: Thanks. Really.

Shitty Hair: No problem dude

Katsuki put his phone down, silently praying for the smile to leave him alone.

When he finally laid down for bed that night, he repeated the short prayer, for a peaceful night’s rest free of the smile, of the hurt, of the pain, of the guilt.

But as always, the smile came.

[afterhoursfic]

I'm the monkey life anon from a while back and I've thought of another idea which I wanted to share 😂 the witchers follow jaskier sniffing at his hole because they want to fuck him no matter what he's doing. Playing his lute and Geralt will just try to get close to his ass. Not quite in a a/b/o way, more in a witchers are weird way. Maybe they all just walk round naked so it's easy to get at and add yen in for them to do the same to. When jaskier finally says yes, they'll fuck him wherever

The thought of animalistic witchers is such a good one 👌 thank you anon! And I saw your last message as well, I'm on a 'break' but I'm still checking up on it, answering some stuff so don't worry about sending me this

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Jaskiers surprised to see Yen at the keep, and confused when she says that by the end of it he'll be glad she was, but just shrugs it off and goes to unpack his bags.

Over the first week he notices Geralt, well all the witchers changing, they become more relaxed yes but he notices how the meat they eat gets rarer to the point where they're practically eating it raw. How the small hums of annoyance he's used to hearing from Geralt turn into growls, ones that could be almost scary if it didn't end up in the witchers curled together somewhere, even then the three of them end up in more and more tussles, which normally ends up with one of them pinned to the floor until they submit and he averts his eyes as he watches the winner first lick and then bite at their neck before hauling them up to lick into their mouth he thinks is a kiss.

Then the sniffing starts, and not the oh I smell some good food sniffing but one more accustomed to dogs and he pracyically jumps out of skin the first time he feels Geralt nose at his hole through his clothes. The next couple of days he spends trying to shoo off the witchers, which mostly fails and just causes Yen to laugh at him, even as Eskel noses up her skirts, but she does nothing but card a gentle hand through his hair and pull him closer.

He also notices that they wear less and less clothing, it was shocking to see them all shirtless one morning, even more so when he saw Yen splayed naked in a chair, one hand holding a book whilst the other held the folds of her cunt open for Geralt to eagerly lick at. He's stood shocked, which allows Lambert to come up behind him and nose at his hole, firm hands on his hips as he tries to lick him through the cloth and he can't help but shudder at the touch, before he gets to his senses and pushes him away.

The next day their naked, and he watches in awe as they stay at least half hard during the day, half the time they're humping the air, still nosing at him as he makes lunch or tries to practise his lute, and at dinner he see Yen bent over in a hallway, Geralt pressed against her back as he fucks he loudly and openly, the small grunts from Geralt and the moans from Yen have his dick hard and he quickly leaves them too it. At dinner he's too distracted by the prospect that he doesnt even stop Eskel or Lambert pressing up against him, nosing at neck and then his nipples as their hard dicks rub against his side and its then he starts to tempt the possibility.

The next morning he opens himself up before heading down and watches as Yen is on the rub in front of the fireplace, Lambert snarling behind her as he fucks into her with abandon and hes definitely sure he wants it now.

He spots Eskel and Geralt not far away and catches their eyes as he strips naked, kneeling on the bench to bend over the large table and he doesnt have to do anything else before a warm body is pressed against his back. A flash of white hair tells him its Geralt and he feels the witcher first fuck between the cleft of his ass, but when Geralts moans gets desperate he reaches a hand back to help guide his cock into his hole.

Immediately Geralt starts fucking into him and he's almost blinded by the pleasure/pain of it that when he feels teeth hold his neck, not biting, just holding him in place that he comes embarrasingly fast, but it doesn't stop Geralt from pounding into him for a couple of more minutes before he's coming too, grinding his cock even deeper into him as he starts licking his neck and then he's gone.

He's not left alone for long though, almost straight after he's being pushed back over the table, the deep rumble of a purr behind him telling him it's Eskel who again fucks between the cleft of his ass, only this time his cock manages to catch on the rim of his gaping hole and is pushing in far too fast but it feels too good as the witcher fucks him hard and fast over the table until they've both come. He just flips his middle finger at a smug Yen when she sits opposite him at the table and offering him breakfast.

They are insatiable after that, he's bent over where he's stood, no matter what he was doing and fucked into like he's nothing but a wet hole, but he's not left to wander far before the next witcher is on him and bending over the next surface. He adopts the no clothes wearing as Lambert had torn off his pants one time in his desperation, and he's sure by the end of winter he's been fucked on every wall, every corner of a room and Yen is no better, he is definitely grateful she was there by the end of it.

[kewltie]

the idea that bakugou katsuki, a war hero and the empire's hound, is a man of great stature and even fiercer reputation of a volatile powder keg yet quite frankly so freaked out by izuku, HIS OWN HUSBAND, attempt of playing footsie that he broke a table IS SO HILARIOUS TO ME!! katsuki spend so long giving himself to his country and ppl and that HE literally had NO TIME for romance or like consider any romantic entanglement let alone think of the husband he left behind while he chase after new adventures; so yea he's a goddamn virgin lmao.

even when he's back home now his job as the empire's hound (which basically taking on tasks too dark and secretive that nobody can touch) means he running around the slums of the city to catch baddies so he's constantly hanging around other lowlifes SO HE GOT A BAD REPUTATION. a scoundrel and rake is what the rumors say about him and they all sigh pitifully when they spot izuku bc poor izuku, to have such a terrible no good husband hang around brothel houses :((( WHICH IS FUCKING FUNNY bc katsuki is devout in his marriage vows and also hello VIRGIN!! not that anyone know that, NOT EVEN IZUKU bc believe in katsuki's honor in their marriage but HE HEARD THE RUMORS and katsuki does keep v beautiful friends around (they're his informants lol) so izuku thought katsuki used to play around but now that's married he doesnt and wont.

so izuku GOT INTO HIS HEAD that katsuki is ~experience~ and prob had like a hundred lovers in the past while izuku is virginal and chaste and BORING so he tries v v hard to learn how to a good lover which means taking advice from racy romance books from his book club lmao. look, izuku is a quirk learner and HE'S always open to new experience and he's going to be a good husband and lover ok!!!!! so he's taking lesson to try to seduce katsuki and get his interest but he's so new at this he's afraid katsuki will laugh a him and find him lacking... so when he heard katsuki was hanging around one of the most famous oiran, a super high class prostitute, izuku IS SO JEALOUS bc how can izuku compare to such a beautiful and talented being??? so he thought he ramps up his game and tried for a footsie W KATSUKI BUT ????!!!

katsuki's reaction isn't to laugh and/or tease him about it but BROKE A DAMN TABLE as he reeled back and looked at him in shock and horror and izuku IS SOOO CONFUSED like???? did he do something ??? is that not how you play footsie??? OMG did he embarrassed himself?!! izuku thought he didn't come on strong enough, that his game was just too weak that it drove katsuki away which make izuku even more determine to be better next time! esp when he had the idea to meet up with the oiran and take a personal lesson on seducing his hubby lol. not knowing AT ALL that katsuki was internally SCREAMING ABOUT IT bc izuku, his super traditional and proper husband, just fucking ran his foot up katsuki's THIGH and he's did it all coolly like HE'S NOT FEELING KATSUKI UP UNDER THE TABLE AND AS;DJFAS;DJF. look, they're both dumb virgins who think the other is like some experience lover when in truth neither of them HAVE ANY EXPERIENCE AT ALL and they really aren't equipped to deal with any attempt of seduction/flirtation properly even though THEY'RE MARRIED TO EACH OTHER!!!!

i love the idea of clothes and accessories acting as symbolism and a state of mind. it's a constant theme in a lot of my fics - how and what you dress can set the tone of the entire space you occupied, sending a wordless message out into the world.

izuku normally dressed in traditional kimono all his life but when he left the countryside and moved into the city to be with katsuki where western influence have taken roots and many new western trends are popular right now, izuku starts to adapt and fashion is one of them. the shift from izuku's kimono to a western dress and pantsuits parallels his shift in perspective from the tradition views he hold and to new ideas brought by his new environment. though it doesn't mean everything old and tradition are bad while new things are all good!! izuku loves his kimonos and there's a history that come with them as they are handmade custom and pass down within his family so there's a lot of meanings and legacy to these old kimonos; news thing may offer a better insight but there's still a lot of value in tradition. like how in the first scene izuku decide to change his whole wardrobe to meet katsuki for lunch and how formal and austere he dressed, changing his demeanor as though he's putting on an armor. it's the way they make him feel stronger and confident that he may not feel otherwise. in that moment he fell back into his kimono, something he had known and grown up with all his life so it's the most comfortable for him and hold him up even when his doubts and insecurity weigh him down. this is the armor he chosen to wear when he's about to go to battle. the type and color of the kimono he wore, the way his hair is pinned and a certain hair accessory, and the mortif sewn into the kimono are all signs of his mood and how each is like a plate of armor on top of each other, layer and by layer building up his confident.

izuku lacks confident that much is clear esp when he'd pretty up uproot his whole life to move to the city to be with katsuki and uphold his place as katsuki's husband. he knows he's lacking in this strange new environment so his only defense mechanism is to fall back on old ways. izuku wants to be firm when he see katsuki and by dressing in that austere and cold formality of the kimono with dark colors and phoenix motif his message is that he wont be subdued by w/e katsuki say; and he says it w/o ever having to say a single word :P

izuku is really obsessed w being a good spouse, omega, and fulfilling his duty bc that's all he has ever been taught and that's how he measure his own worth. if he's not being upholding the honor and prestige of the background household,,, what use is he then? he's so desperate to be that 'good spouse' who doesn't complain, who doesnt question, and who doesn't fail at any task given to him that he come off as this unfeeling and obedience doll who only know how to stay faithful at his husband's feet which isn't izuku at all. we know he's endlessly curious, ravenous for knowledge and new ideas, reckless to a fault, and so v v v kind that it can hurt him but those aren't necessary quality for a spouse of a future duke so he squashed it and put up pretense of a more poise, charming, and compose person. which few even see through his mask BUT ofc katsuki eventually does and he hates when izuku puts up a front and hide his true feelings from him and that's where their first argument come from. IZUKU BEING PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE AT HIM and katsuki telling to GET MAD, YELL AT HIM, ETC he rather izuku be real with him then having to face this smiling doll who only know how to carefully chose his words and say things he doesnt really mean when he want izuku to poke and prod and get angry and emotional at him bc he knows underneath that smile is a cat w claws lol. at the end of it izuku only wants to be included in katsuki's world bc his job is v v v important to him and to be on the outside and hearing rumors and stories of what katsuki is doing and not actually a part of it hurts izuku deeply bc they're married and in this together!! katsuki prefers to keep izuku from the ugly side of his job bc well it's dangerous and there's a unsightly things he doesnt want izuku to see and/or exp but izuku, wants to bear katsuki's burden too so he doesn't have to go at this alone!! marriage is partnership after all.

it's an interesting dynamic of where izuku keeps pushing more from katsuki and katsuki being a closed of jerk about it trying to keep a distance bc he has no time to entertain a relationship bc OF HIS V IMPORTANT JOB even tho they're already marry but izuku is persistence lol. they're going to keep this whole push and pull dynamic till one of them give which is going to be long ass time bc they're both stubborn lol but izuku didn't literally MOVED HIS ENTIRE life to be w katsuki to settle just for marriage w him, he's going to win katsuki's heart also!

[permanantheadache]

It’s officially the 5th where I am! Happy DEH Gift Exchange! @sincerely-us My person was @iellostar Hope you like this!!

The prompts were: evan and connor on a road trip. like, to set the scene: like those aus of people running away and disappearing when they turn 18. And: Connor comes out to his dad and it doesnt go well, he goes to evans and heidi and evan comfort him and its super sweet and cute.     And, like....for the art I did the first one, but...I kind of also did fic. Because I was worried that this drawing wasn’t very good. So, I combined the two prompts and made the fic below. It’s also on Ao3

Connor is smiling. It’s a gentle thing, this smile. Warm, happy. It’s Evan’s favorite, even though it’s the rarest.

Evan has been watching this smile form for the past hour. The further they get away from civilization, from all the drama waiting for them back home, the more relaxed Connor gets.

Anxiety and anger and stress leach away from his face, softening the line of his shoulders until he’s practically slumping in his seat.

“You’re staring,” Connor says. It’s not a complaint.

“I have a cute boyfriend,” Evan counters anyway.

Connor rolls his eyes, but his cheeks turn pink. “No, you.”

The road around them is deserted, which is how Evan’s anxiety likes it. This is the main reason he doesn’t protest when Connor takes one hand off the wheel to lace with Evan’s.

Evan pulls their joined hands up to give Connor’s knuckles a kiss.

--

It’s Heidi’s idea, originally. Long before Connor and Evan are even dating, she suggests that the two of them take a roadtrip, the summer before college. She thinks getting away from the stress of school and work, as well as their peers, might do them a lot of good.

She references Evan’s pin map, the one he abandoned at the beginning of the year--he’s replaced some of the old pins in their spots, as well as adding new pins to places that Connor mentions he’d like to see someday.

Heidi’s pleased that Evan’s retaken up his old habit, but she’s a little too smug about those new pins for his liking.

They have nothing to do with his crush on Connor, mom!

Not…not that he has a crush on Connor.

…

Okay, yes, he’s completely gone on Connor.

Thankfully, as Evan finds out later, Connor reciprocates those feelings!

But that’s a story for another time.

Connor is completely on board with Heidi’s idea, once it’s brought up to him. He’s perfectly happy to spend some time away from his family, especially if Evan’s there. The three of them make a cautious plan that, the month after graduation, Connor and Evan will hit the road.

Heidi, after nearly thirteen years of single-parenthood, is a master at budgeting. She helps them plan out where they’ll stay and the costs. It’s more than a little confusing to both boys, but to Connor especially. He’s shit at math and numbers.

Between their two jobs, and Heidi and Connor’s mother helping, they should be perfectly fine, money-wise, to do what they’d like.

“I wanna go to Bear Mountain,” Connor tells Evan.

Evan blinks, surprised. “I mean, me too, but isn’t hiking more my thing?” His eyes widen and he tries to backtrack. “Not that I think you don’t exercise! I just--”

“Let’s be real, I don’t exercise,” Connor scoffs, cutting Evan’s panic off at the knees. “But it’s in On the Road and you know I’m a hoe for anything to do with books.”

“Yeah, but you’re my hoe.”

“...”

“You know what I meant, asshole!”

--

They end up having to move up their timeline by a week. Because Larry and Connor get into their worst fight since the beginning of the school year.

The thing is, Connor and Evan have been open about their relationship to Heidi since the very beginning. And they tell Cynthia not long after. Both women are, to put it lightly, overly supportive of their relationship. It’s genuine, but Connor can tell that some of Cynthia’s furver stems from guilt. And because Evan and Connor have been mentally healthier since they became friends.

(They both still have their bad days. Some are worse than others. But, it helps. To not be alone.)

Unfortunately, Cynthia broaches the topic of telling Larry.

And she keeps bringing it up.

It takes two full months of convincing before Connor agrees to tell--if only to stop her nagging him.

Because Connor is a realist, he expresses his doubt to Evan. Larry has never been the most accepting--even about things that most straight, white men at least tolerate.

Connor won’t say that he’s worried, per say. But he’s got a bad feeling in his gut. And his gut is rarely wrong.

--

Connor has an emergency bag stashed at the Hansen house.

The first time that Connor has a fight with his family, post-becoming-friends with Evan, Connor crawls in through Evan’s bedroom window. It’s the middle of October, and freezing, and Connor has on shorts and a thin shirt. He’s shivering, in rage and because he’s cold.

After Evan gets done shrieking at the potential burglar, he loans Connor some sweats and makes him hot chocolate. He gets down all the spare blankets and make a cocoon in the living room.

Connor spends the night. The sweats are too short, but he wears them anyway. They don’t talk about what drove him to Evan’s house. They watch Food Network in near comfortable silence (though Evan can’t stop the worried look he keeps aiming at Connor, and Connor can’t fully relax until he’s passed out).

Connor crawls through Evan’s bedroom window three more times before Heidi (having caught on after the second time) gives him a spare key and a suggestion that he keep extra clothes in Evan’s closet.

“We’re always happy to have you over,” she tells him gently, closing his hand around the key she’s put in it. She’s smiling, her gentle amusement crinkling her eyes. “Just, maybe use the door?”

And so, there comes to be a small backpack filled with just enough clothes for an overnight visit and something for the next day.

At first.

Over time, the contents of the bag shift, as Connor comes over for impromptu sleepovers--and, as he and Evan became closer friends, more scheduled sleepovers--and switch out the clothes for fresh ones.

Eventually, Evan, kind of tired of how over-full the bag is getting (he keeps tripping over it when he needs something from the back of the closet), cleans out the bottom drawer of his dresser and puts all of Connor’s things in there.

It feels like something permanent, Connor having his own drawer in Evan’s house.

--

Connor drives, half-blind from the angry tears streaming down his face, until he reaches the familiar street that the Hansens’ reside on. He probably parks crooked.

He doesn’t care.

His hand is shaking as he pulls out his phone.

Connor: Im outisde

Fukc

Im outsidee

He can’t fucking type properly because his hands are shaking and he’s crying too hard and he hates this he hates his dad he hates himself he hates--

“--hey, Con, hey.”

He didn’t hear the car door open. Evan’s blurry figure is beside him, close but not touching. Connor nearly lunges to pull his boyfriend against him, immediately burying his face in Evan’s neck. He desperately needs the contact.

Evan is good at hugs.

(When Connor brings it up, their first month of dating, Evan goes deeply red. But he hugs Connor even more after that, so he counts it as a win.)

He breathes in Evan’s scent, a woodsy floral thing that never fails to send some signal to Connor’s brain that he’s safe . That, paired with the shaky hand running over his hair, practically hard-resets all the tension in his body.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, curled around Evan’s body, but eventually he finds himself pulling away. “I fucking hate crying,” he grumbles, voice crackly from tears. He scrubs at his face roughly.

Evan pulls Connor’s hands away from his face. He keeps holding them. “C’mon, you can wash your face. And you’re probably dehydrated now, so I’ll get you some water. Otherwise—”

“—otherwise I’m gonna end up with a migraine,” Connor agrees. He’s suddenly exhausted. He allows Evan to lead him inside.

—

Heidi is on the phone when they come in. Her back is to the door, so she doesn’t see them right away. “Yes, Cynthia, of course I’ll look out for him. Yes. As long as he needs to be here. He’s like a son to me.”

Connor can’t hold back the intake of breath at her words--she actually seems to mean them. It makes his chest ache. His eyes burn anew.

Heidi turns at his small noise. Her eyes go wide, and then soften with sadness and affection. “He’s here Cynthia. I’ll have him call you later.” She puts down the phone and immediately gathers him into a hug. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

Connor crumples in her hold, going limp against her. And, he finds, he is not quite done crying.

There’s a brush of another hand on Connor’s back. “I’ll go get you that water,” Evan says gently. He leaves the two of them alone.

Heidi leads Connor over to sit on the couch. He sits, curling against her like a little kid. She’s patting at his hair. It’s nice.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Connor shrugs. “Did my mom tell you what happened?” he asks, after a moment. His voice is scratchy as hell.

“She said that you and Larry had an argument.”

He scoffs. “That’s putting it lightly.”

She waits for him to go on.

“I just.” He sighs. “You and my mom and Zoe--you guys were all happy when Ev and I got together. I wanted. Part of me just wanted Larry to at least…accept it.” He laughs. It’s not a happy sound. “It’s not like I’ve ever exactly hidden the fact that I’m not super hetero.”

“Sometimes we’re blind to things we don’t want to see,” Heidi says gently.

Evan sits down next to them, placing three cups of water on the coffee table. He takes Connor’s hand again.

Connor chokes on a sob. “I don’t get why the hell it hurts so bad? It’s Larry , I shouldn’t be so cut up about this!”

It’s Evan who speaks, squeezing at their laced hands. “He should’ve been supportive of you. It’s not your fault he’s a--a shitty human being.”

“I don’t want to see him,” Connor confesses. “I don’t--I can’t…”

“Well, you’re staying here, honey,” Heidi says, firm. “As long as you want. Cynthia is sending Zoe over with your stuff in the morning.”

“I’m sorry. I’m shoving all my garbage off on you guys.” He feels like such a burden.

“Hon, we care about you. The people in your life that care, they help carry anything you can’t.”

Connor sits up, rubs at his running nose. Evan hands him a glass of water. He drinks half of it down. “‘M tired,” he says.

“It’s late,” Heidi agrees. “You boys should go ahead and lay down.”

Connor and Evan are still holding hands as they make their way upstairs. They curl up together on Evan’s tiny bed, but neither of them sleep yet.

Evan is tracing circles across Connor’s back with his free hand. His voice is quiet. “How would you feel about leaving this week, instead of next?”

Connor slumps in relief, giving a brief, jerky nod.. “That would actually be perfect.” His hold on Evan tightens. “I don’t…I can’t stay in the same town with him. I think I’ll lose my shit if I see him.”

“Valid. I think I might punch him if I see him.”

“Babe.”

“I’m serious. He hurt you, I hate him.”

--

They’re driving down to Harriman State Park, their first stop--mainly due to its proximity to Bear Mountain and the Appalachian trail.

It’s sunny, but not hot. It’s the perfect temperature for a hike. At least, according to Evan.

Connor has to sit down on a rock twenty minutes in. He’s sweating buckets and glaring at Evan. Evan is entirely too cheerful. “How are you so upbeat?” Connor whines. He reluctantly accepts an offered water bottle. “Don’t you hate sweating?”

“Of course I do, but when I’m sweating because I’m doing something I enjoy, it doesn’t affect me as much.”

Connor smirks behind his water bottle, giving Evan a raised eyebrow.

“Oh shut the hell up, you know what I meant!”

“Do I?”

“I’m not the one wearing black!”

--

The sun is just beginning to set when they make camp. Which is something that Connor actually knows how to do.

Those few years in Boy Scouts that Larry forced him to do are actually useful.

Connor scowls. He’s not going to think about Larry. He’s on a trip with his awesome boyfriend and he’s not going to let anyone ruin that. Not even himself.

It’s still early enough in the summer that night time is significantly cooler. It’s the perfect temperature for cuddling. Evan and Connor take full advantage and curl up together.

“Jeezus ,” Connor squeaks, flinching away from the icicles currently assaulting his legs. “Why are your feet so cold?”

A somewhat devious giggle slips out of his boyfriend. “I have p--I have poor circulation?”

“How come I haven’t noticed this before?”

“I usually wear socks at home, but I’m not going to sleep in sweaty socks. That’s gross.”

Connor heaves a long sigh and submits to Evan sticking his freezing toes all over his shins. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Evan hums happily and says, far too seriously, “I love you, too.”

It should be a big moment, them saying those words to each other for the first time. But, Connor likes this better. He likes that they’re calm and pleasantly sleepy from the long drive and difficult hike. His muscles ache in a good way (though he won’t likely feel that way come morning). And he is cuddling with his boyfriend, who loves him.

He snuggles more firmly against Evan and drifts off to sleep.

[antiquechampagne]

Antique Champagne - Chapter 34 - Shoots and Ladders

Payne nursed a third, and last, blood bag. Her whole limb ached. The tissues were painfully slow to knit and heal from the second degree burns marring most of her flesh. She had slept most of the day away, letting shock mixed with stimpak sickness whisk her away to a dreamless sleep. It would still be a few more hours until she could venture outside, her bare leg safe from the sun as night set in.

Hancock putzed around after starting a small campfire. Every so often, he would try and start a conversation or launch a few jokes, but Payne didn’t feel much like talking. Why make things more awkward and painful than they already had to be? She wasn’t sure why Hancock had stayed. She wasn’t in any real danger and he would be safer without her. Besides, in her experience, every monster got ran out of town at some point. Why prolong the inevitable?

He handed her some warmed 200-year-old mac and cheese in a cracked plastic bowl. “Ya know, I’ve been thinking… about that DC story you told me.” Payne tried to cover her scowl with a forkful of food. “What if that cockup was because someone slipped you a super mutant flavored mickey?”

Payne shook her head. “Why would anyone do that?” She tried to cross her legs out of habit, but the shooting pain immediately reminded her why that was a bad idea. “I never heard of them drinking the stuff.”

“Maybe there was a mix up? Just enough to…” Hancock tapped a finger on his bowl in though. “ya know.”

Payne thought back to the Capital Wasteland. Her old alcohol-impaired memories faltered. She found the whole situation a muddy mess. She shrugged. “Maybe? Doesn’t really make a difference, though, does it. I still tore’em apart.” They spent the rest of the meal in silence.

Once the sun was down, the pair set out, their pace slowed by Payne's injury. The scabs pulled painfully as they picked their way through the decomposing streets of the city. Payne was starting to recognize some of the buildings when she asked Hancock for a short rest. Sitting on the bed of a rusted pick up, they examined her leg. Several areas were red and irritated, others bled, but most were holding fast. Payne was glad that she didn’t see any new blisters. Her whole leg throbbed angrily, but as she sat, it became bearable again.

“You gonna make it?” Hancock asked.

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she flexed her leg. They had happened to stop by a Nuka-Cola vending machine. Hancock soon returned with a pair of bottles, handing one to Payne. He popped the top off his with a satisfying hiss. Payne gratefully drank hers down, perking up with a quick caffeine rush. As Hancock finished off his, he playfully sent the bottle sailing through the air down the road. It shattered several yards down the street.

“Huh? What’s that?” a distant voice called.

Instinctually, Payne and Hancock ducked behind the pick up as a pair of raiders cautiously poked out of an alleyway, guns drawn.

After a quick look around one raider chided, “Lay off the jet, you moron,” smacking the other. "You're jumping at fucking shadows." Turning, they returned down the alley.

Hunched behind the truck, Payne’s leg ached as she crouched. They didn’t have much in the way of supplies left. If a confrontation with these raiders went sideways, it could get really rough and she wasn’t quite back up to 100% yet. The smell blood rose to Payne's nostrils. Looking down, she realized that as she cowered, several of her scabs had ripped, fresh blood dripping down her leg.

Looking up at Hancock, she whispered, “I can sneak up and…” she could feel the hunger building behind her words, clouding her eyes. She tried to push the rush away. “quickly take them out. You’ll be safer back here. If I need back up, you aren't that far away.” Hancock nodded.

Swift and silently, Payne made her way to the corner of the alley. Carefully peering around, she spotted three raiders. Two sat on boxes around a tiny fire while the third lay dozing on a tattered mat several feet away.

“And that’s when the new guy decided to drop a grenade down the fucking pipe!” one raider chortled and slapped their knee. “BLAM! Those farmers never saw it coming!” They both laughed.

Payne used the shadows and conversation to creep next to the sleeping raider, slitting their throat without a sound. The growing crimson puddle nearly overwhelmed her senses, but she held back, using the rush of adrenaline to focus over the crush of hunger. With a bust of speed, she checked the joking raider hard into the brick wall, his head bouncing off the bricks with a sick thud before crumpling to the ground.

“What the h…?” the last raider tried to stand, she found a hand wrapped around her throat. Payne used her own momentum to pin her victem to the other side of the alley. As Payne brought up her knife for a quick slice, the raider managed to kick it, sending it skittered across the pavement. Payne squeezed, digging her fingers in around the raider’s lanky neck. Desperately, the woman tried to fumble for own weapon. Payne launched a lightning quick punch, disorienting the struggling raider. Payne pinned her shoulder with one hand, simultaneously shifting the hand holding her throat to push her cheek into the bricks, exposing her thin neck. The raider’s scream muffled by her hand, Payne tore into her throat.

Time slowed as warm and deliciously metallic blood flooded her mouth, spreading through every in of her as she swallowed greedily. The raider squirmed under her deadly grip, trying frantically to free herself as her life slowly dripped away. The rush slowly subsided; Payne drew back, ready to drop the body, when she heard a shuffle.

“Crystal?!” The unconscious raider across the alley had woken as Payne fed. Now he stood unsteadily, holding his bloody head with one hand, a rifle clutched in the other.

Before Payne could turn, a shotgun blast exploded through his torso. The dying raider dropped his gun, staggered back a step before toppling over like a sack of potatoes. Framed by the narrow brick walls Hancock stood in the street, shotgun smoking and red coat ruffling in the breeze. His eyes reflected the flames of the camp fire, piercing and steady.

Payne slowly wiped the corners of her mouth as she finally released the lifeless raider. She felt suddenly self-conscious. How long had he been standing there? How much had he seen?

Hancock stepped into the alley, slinging the gun over his shoulder. “Hope you don’t mind a hand. Looks like you could've used it.”

“I thought we agreed it would be safer for you behind the truck?”

He stooped down and started to rummage through the pockets and pouches of the nearest raider as he spoke. “I totally agreed it'd be safer.” He pocketed some ammo and chems. “But don’t ya know, safe is hella boring."

Soon they were both back on the road, Goodneighbor’s neon lights guiding their steps. As they neared the steel door, Payne stopped.

Hancock noticed her apprehension and gave her a friendly pat on the back for encouragement. “Fahr can’t stay mad forever. Besides, she’ll probably be more pissed at me for not tossing you out like a bad tato.”

The guards greeted their Mayor warmly. Payne stayed back and watched. She had the perfect vantage point to see Fahr get up from her seat on the steps of the Old State House and stomp into the Old State House, slamming the door behind her. If glares were bullets, Payne was sure she would be Swiss cheese. Once Hancock was safely behind the Old State House's door, she returned to her room, her bed beckoning like a siren's call.

Hancock let her take a few days off to recuperate, which not only let her heal, but made sure she could avoid Fahrenheit that much longer. When she did return to work, Fahr barely communicated with grunts, preferring to send messages along with either Watchmen or Hancock. While not idea Payne was more than happy to oblige, if only to avoided a confrontation.

Weeks passed and tensions started to ease, until one afternoon. Payne reported to the Old State House, and walked straight into an argument between Hancock and Fahr. Fahr stood straight as a board, rooted to her spot in the middle of the stairs.

“Are you out of your mind?” Fahr huffed. “You can’t possibly think…”

Hancock cut her off. “I’ve made up my mind, Fahr. It's done.” Hancock noticed Payne by the door. Fahr's stony face fumed as he walked passed her, heading in Payne's direction. "Hey, I've got a surprise for you." Hancock snaked his arm around Payne's shoulders, leading her to the basement stairs. Payne stood at the bottom of the stairs, confused at the jail cell before her.

"Why did you bring me down here?" Payne's mind raced, trying to figure out any logical reason why Hancock would want to show her the rarely used cell.

"I know it doesnt look like much, but I've got a line on a decent mattress and dresser."

"WHAT?" Payne couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I'm not sleeping in a freaking jail cell, Hancock!"

"Huh?" Bewildered, he turned to her before abruptly breaking into a laughing fit. "You think... the jail cell..." he could hardly spit out the words between chuckles. "No! The storage room!" Putting his hands on either shoulder, he physically turned Payne to face an open wooden door. "With a little work, it could make a half way decent apartment, don't you think?"

Hancock ushered her into the moderately sized room.

"See!" he moved a metal bucket and mop out into the hallway, shoving boxes aside as he went. "Plenty of room for a bed and stuff. Nice and cozy..." He looked up. "Well... say something! Yao guai got your tongue?"

"You want me to move in?" Payne couldn't quite believe what she was saying. "Here? In the State House?"

"Yah, I guess... I mean if you want too. Marowski's being an ass with all those extra fees and shit. That's not right. I got the room... with a lock even! And no windows. You won't have to worry about working on your tan if you fall asleep with a window open." Payne must have made a sour face because Hancock continued his hard sell. "I'd just take the rent out of your pay, no worries... and just think of the short commute to work!"

"This is why you and Fahr were arguing, wasn't it?"

"Maybe..." His roguish smile belayed a bit of nervousness in his answer. "But it makes sense to have the two of you so close at hand... for emergencies and such."

Payne thought the arrangement over. Parts of it made some logical sense. The thought of being able to save some caps for a rainy day was mighty tempting.

"Fine, I'll bite. I'll give it a test run. A month." She pointed a finger at her employer. "If it doesn't work out, you need to get my old room back from Marowski."

Hancock stuck out his hand for a shake. "Great! It's a deal! Now, Daisy should know which warehouse has a bed and stuff."

Payne eyed Hancock. "Seriously, that's it? What if I'd said no?" He shrugged. Payne rolled her eyes. "Let me guess... I get to move all this old shit out myself."

"Yeah, well... my schedule's booked full." Payne crossed her arms. "What? I've got some very important papers to look over. You could always ask Fahr for some help..."

"Very funny." After a second, an impish grin spread over Payne's lips as she slipped out of the room and back up the stairs. "Enjoy breaking the news to Fahr. I'm off to go furniture shopping!" she called over her shoulder.

Over the next few days, Payne gathered all the necessities to furnish her new room. It was strangely exciting, nearly reminiscent of the pre-war ritual of moving into a new apartment. Along with the bed, she found a small bedside table along with a cheesy, but working, Nuka-Cola lamp. She passed on the busted dresser Hancock had mentioned, opting for a more functional bookshelf and small lockable safe.

It took longer than she liked to arrange all of her new things just as she wanted. As she relaxed on her bed after moving, Payne heard a timid knock on her door. Behind it stooped Kent, his wrinkly tan trilby hat in his hand. Payne couldn’t stop a warm but surprised smile.

“Hi-a Payne. I heard you'd moved. Hope you don’t mind that I stopped over." He absentmindedly fidgeted with his hat brim.

“Not at all, Kent! You are always welcome! It’s not much, but it’s a start.” She stepped aside so he could shuffle into the room. Payne quickly realized she would have to save up for one more piece of furniture, a chair. “Sorry, but I don’t have anywhere for you to sit…”

“Oh, don’t worry yourself about it. It looks real nice, very cozy… but you are missing something special!” From behind his back, Kent produced a large rolled up piece of paper and handed it to Payne.

“What’s this?” Payne asked.

Kent’s eyes sparkled. “Open it!” He was nearly prancing with excitement as Payne carefully pulled open the thick old poster.

“Oh Kent!” Payne gasped in surprise. “How did you get this?” Between her fingers she held a grand Mistress of Mystery poster. The heroine stood front and center, pointing her revolver at a group of cowering thugs.

“Oh this? I’ve had it for a while. Think of it as a house warming gift, of sorts... to add some color to your walls.”

“Are you sure?” Kent nodded sheepishly, prompting Payne to give Kent a heartfelt hug. “I’ll make sure to put this up right away, but first… why don’t I treat you to a nice lunch? So we can catch up. I’m itching to know more about the Shrouds current quests… more than you can safely say on the radio!”

[dean-the-smol-bean]

Daydreams

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Characters: Peter Parker, reader, Aunt May, Tony Stark (briefly mentioned)

Word count: 3.7k 

Summary: Peter is eager to come home and talk to you after a run in with a particularly snappy super hero-ed girl

Warnings: cursing, canon-typical violence, stupid lovesick puppies

A/N: me: hey anyone wanna read this Everyone: doesnt respond literally at all Me: cool i wrote 3 chapters already here you go Everyone: what the fuck

anyways. NOT a supernatural fic- wow! who am I! i just love peter parker and i got a burst of inspiration, ok. I’ve wanted to branch out in the fic world for a while and i finally did. I hop ya’ll enjoy. You can find what i imagine mystery super-girl to be wearing here. Also, special thanks to @justawaywardwinchester and @tom-parkers-girl for giving me feedback!

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Read the rest of the series here. - not yet, soon.

  The city was bustling- blaring horns of taxi cabs, a man standing at a rolling stand calling out in advertisement of his two hot dogs for the price of one, a busy business man cursing at a tourist as they bumped into him, distracted by the lights. It was always like this- the city that never sleeps. Lately, however, Peter had felt like he was staying up with it. With all the responsibilities of a pseudo-Avenger paired with trying to survive an even harder battle, sophomore year of high school, his hours of rest were numbered.

  This, however, often made up for it. Peter could feel the cool, evening New York air push through his suit and run through his hair- how Mr. Stark got this thing to be both bullet proof and breathable, he’d never know. He let out an involuntary laugh as he swung himself around the corner of an old apartment building, floating aimlessly through the air for just a moment before stretching his arm out again, attaching to the much sleeker, shining office building just across the street. He could hear the uneven sounds of people exclaiming and pointing from below as he practically flew by.

  He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. He’d taken down a couple of petty-crime criminals, helped a little girl get her cat out of a tree, and pointed a couple of Japanese tourists in the direction of time square, albeit with a little confusion.

  But now he was a bit lost. Not in the physical location sense, no, he knew these streets like the back of his hand. He’d grown up here, but he had absolutely no idea what he should be doing. He didn’t want to go back to his little room, he’d been cooped up there for the past week studying for an exam, only leaving when absolutely necessary. He couldn’t stand the thought of sitting in his room, alone, with nothing to occupy his thoughts. He hated the feeling of darting his eyes over to his phone every other second, hoping desperately that Mr. Stark had finally sent him a message, or scrolling through the hundreds of unreplied blue boxes of texts that he continued to add to, hoping Happy would finally reply.

  But the calls never came, and the texts never buzzed. So now here he was, swinging in mock glee through the streets of Queens against the setting sun, kicking himself for realizing he was hoping to spot some sort of crime.   

  He yanked his arm forward, twisting his body so that it was propelled upwards by his web, which was attached to the very top of an old, historic apartment complex. He felt his feet touch down on the ledge of brick molding, crouching his whole body down, his fingers just ghosting over the surface of the brick, feather light for how strong of a grip he knew they held. He sighed, leaning backwards and taking a seat, letting his legs swing over the ledge. Scanning his surroundings carefully, he reached up, finally yanking off his mask, thankful for the real rush of air against his bare skin. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair, drinking in the city sunset. He had to admit, it was quite beautiful.

  Beautiful, yeah. He could think of a couple other things he’d deem even more beautiful than this.

  Well, one thing, in particular.

  “Ugh,” he groaned at himself, falling back along the ledge of the building, propping one foot up along it, the other still dangling freely.

  God, I’m such an idiot. He thought, and your face flashed behind his eyes. He sighed, covering his face with his arms. But the thought of you persisted, despite his efforts to steady his thumping heart and sweaty palms.

  He’d known you for longer than he could remember. Growing up in the apartment two floors below you, your moms (or, aunt, in his part), had become fast friends, both somewhat single parents raising kids in the very same apartment building. Because of that, you found yourselves thrust upon each other, though neither of you ever had any complaints. You got on like a house on fire, clicking immediately, as though it was just meant to be that you were together.

  Through everything, you were always there. Though he never told you about his powers- he couldn’t stand the thought of putting you in any danger- you could read him like an open book, and you always found a way to weasel yourself into getting him to open up. Sure, he left some fairly large parts out, but he couldn’t imagine how he’d be getting through it all if not for your perceptiveness and your comforting shoulder to lean on, even if you didn’t fully understand.

  Which is why he felt even worse every time he caught himself staring, every time his eyes wandered a little past his textbook and swept over your form with the same natural fluidity that he often swept through the city, every time his mind wandered to you when he had even a moment to let it.

  You were his best friend. Practically a sister to him, and he found himself thinking less than brotherly thoughts of you more often than not. He had to get it out of his head, he just had to. Not only because there was no way in a million years that a girl like you would settle for him, but he couldn’t pull you any closer to the danger that followed him everywhere he went than you already were.

  Pulled from his melancholic daydreams, Peter felt the hair on his arms stick up, like pins poking persistently, alerting him to something across the city. The Sun had nearly set, and the stars and lights of the city began to twinkle softly, but the bustle of the city didn’t cease. Off in the distance, he could feel himself being pulled towards something, and just as he thought, he watched as a bright boom of golden orange light pulsed on the edge of the city, like an explosion. Well, exactly an explosion.

  He yanked his mask back on fervently, pushing himself up and off of the top of the building, launching himself towards the chaos.

  In minutes, he was there, and he landed gracefully atop a nearby shop, just across the street from the source of the explosion.

  It had come from a downtown bank, one of the few that stayed open later into the night, and Peter held his breath as he watched the small crowd of six or seven people cower in the corner of the fluorescent lit bank.

  He watched as the men circled a large opening in the wall, one that Peter assumed to have been caused by the explosion. They’d used it to bust open the door to the vault. Curiously, though, they held one of the hostages at gunpoint, away from the rest. That on its own wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary given the circumstances, but it was the hostage herself that made Peter double take.

  She looked kind of like… well, a superhero. It was odd- she was wearing what seemed to be a faux leather jumpsuit, reminding him of what Black Widow had been wearing when he saw her at the airport fight. Just like hers, it looked as though it were made for fighting. The biggest thing though was the mask- a strip of black that stretched across the girls face in the style of old, vintage robbers and super heroes, obscuring her face just enough that he couldn’t make out her features.

  They were seemingly putting a lot of effort into keeping her contained as well, one big, burly ski-masked man on either side of her, holding her by her forearms, with a third just behind her, a large gun waiting cocked in his grip.

  Well, whoever she was, it didn’t matter. She was in danger- everyone there was, and Peter was determined to help them.

  He shot out a web to the roof of their building, swinging down and rolling into a standing position on the asphalt below. He carefully slid into the building, holding a quieting finger up to the hostages.

  He made a move to lean against the glass window walls of the bank, but stumbled a bit. He quickly regained his composure though, ignoring his misstep.

  “You idiots think you’re real clever don’t you? Oh yeah, so brave sicking three huge men on a helpless little girl.” The girl in the mask taunted, Peter still unnoticed by all the robbers.

  “Helpless? Please, we know what you can do, freaky bitch,”

  Finally, Peter decided that was his que to step in.

  “Hey, is that any way to speak to a lady?”

  All heads shot to Peter, including that of the masked woman. The man holding the gun behind her groaned.

  “First you, now this brat? How many pint sized heroes do we have in this town?”

  “Hey,” Peter exclaimed, frowning, “I’m not pint sized!”

  Clearly already annoyed, the man raised his gun and pointed it at Peter.

  “Nope-!” Peter called, and faster than the man could even pull the trigger, he zapped out a web, grabbing the barrel of the gun with his web and yanking it back like a yo-yo. Just as he did, the girl pushed herself up and back, before slamming her feet back down on the concrete with a loud cracking noise. She threw her arms out, and with them flew the two, 200+ pound men, hurling across the room like they were as light as a pillow, slamming against the wall across the bank.

  “Whoa!” Peter exclaimed, grinning under his mask. “That was awesome! How’d you do that?” as he spoke, two more men came through the vault, both carrying large automatic rifles.

  “Oops- sorry bud.” Just as before, he whipped the weapons from their hands to his, and he frowned. “You know, you’re really not supposed to have these.”

  The first man only growled, barreling forwards towards him, fists bared. Peter tossed the guns to the side, sticking themselves firmly onto the tiled bank lobby floor. Behind the first grunt, the second turned right, bolting towards the masked girl, who was currently ushering the hostages out, behind the chaos.

  Peter shot a web into the ceiling above him, yanking himself up just before his attacker swung full force at him, momentum sending him falling forward through the glass wall of the building.

  Next, Peter turned towards the mystery girls fight. She reared her arm back to throw a punch, but Peter thought he would take care of her assailant at the source. Swinging himself backwards, he used the extra force to his advantage and leapt forward, intending to body slam into  the large man and knock him unconscious.

  Just as he was about to barrel through him though, the girl swung her fist, hitting the man square in the jaw, sending him flying backwards, putting the masked girl right in Peters line of motion.

  “Look out-!” he yelled, no time to do anything else, but it was too late, and his body slammed against hers, sending them both crashing onto the ground.

  They both groaned, Peter laying across her stomach diagonally, both catching their breaths after the air had been knocked out of them.

  “Get off,” she cursed, shoving Peter off of her. “What the hell are you doing?” She groaned, and Peter propped himself up on his elbows, frowning.

  “Saving you!” he exclaimed, and she rolled her eyes. Behind him, she watched as a man carrying a large, stuffed duffle bag in his arms darted out of the building.

  “He’s getting away, you idiot!”

  They both pushed themselves upwards with equal speed, sprinting out the front door. The man jumped into the back of a large black truck, tossing the goods inside. He reached for the door handle, yanking the door shut.

  “Hey, wait!” Peter yelled, and he shot out a web, grabbing onto the door to stop him from closing it. Just as he did, the man banged twice on the roof of the van, and the engine turned over, peeling out of the bank’s parking lot.

  “Wha- whoa-!” the sudden departure yanked Peter by his wrist, and he jolted forward, yelling loudly as the van dragged him down the street.

  Before they could get even fifty feet, though, a bright red bolt shot over Peters head, firing into the door of the van and slicing it like butter, leaving a glowing, charred metal scar in its wake. The bolt released peters web from the car, and he ricocheted sideways as they curled around a street corner, flying into the side of a metal dumpster.

  Slowly regaining his bearings, he looked up to watch as the girl ran by, discharging the mysterious, fiery lasers seemingly from the palms of her hands, eyes glowing red.

  “Whoa,” Peter breathed, and he watched as you fired, once, twice, three more times before the truck disappeared. Your eyes lost their glow, slowly fading to their normal, human iris’, as you cursed loudly.

  “What the hell!” she screamed, now marching towards Peter. He scrambled to his feet, holding his hands up in front of him, backing into an alleyway.

  “You ruined my whole plan!” She growled, sticking an accusing finger into his chest.

  “Ruined? They had you at gunpoint! I saved you!”

  “No, you didn’t! I had them right where I wanted them, and you fucked the whole thing up. They got away!”

  “Look, I was just trying to-”

  “-I know what you were trying to do, okay? But because of you, those assholes got away, and now I’ll have to go after them again.”

  “Well- well, wait a minute okay? You clearly care about the city, and- and helping people, and you’ve clearly got some freaky cool powers-” she glared at him “-so, why don’t we, I don’t know, team up? We can take those guys down together!”

  She only rolled her eyes.

  “Team up? I don’t do ‘teams’, buddy, and definitely not with you.”

  “Hey,” he whined, “I promise I won’t swing into you next time.” He bargained, but she turned, making her way through the alley, the sound of police sirens pulling up just around the corner as she left.

  “Look, Spider-Boy, I see what you’re trying to sell, but I’m not buying  it. Just stay out of my way.”

  “SpiderMan” Peter corrected, and she turned, raising an eyebrow at him. He realized then exactly how childish and he sounded, and he cleared his throat, trying to deepen it a bit.

  “It’s, it’s SpiderMan.”

She stared at him for a moment, eyes blank and unforgiving.

  “Right.” She said in a deadpan tone, and the next thing Peter knew, she’d ducked around the corner, disappearing into the night.

  Slowly, Peter slid the window of his bedroom open, creeping in as quietly as he could, the roof still creaking under his weight despite his best efforts. He reached out, giving his bedroom door that last nudge it needed to click shut, before dropping easily to the floor.

  He groaned, yanking off his mask and rolling his shoulders.

  “Peter, I’m home!”

  Aunt Mays voice was muffled through the door, but he could hear her fumbling with the keys, just home from work. Perfect.

  He pressed his palm to the center of his chest, and he felt his suit deflate, falling loosely around his form.

  He yanked it off, shoving it into its hiding place, along with his mask. He pulled his pajamas on eagerly- both because he was excited to be into a more comfortable set of clothes, but as well as to not arise suspicion when Aunt May inevitable came over and knocked on the door.

  He was just pulling on his shirt when, right on cue, she knocked (though it was rather redundant, as she pushed it open as she did so, negating the need to knock.)

  “Hi honey! How was your day at school?” He took a seat at his desk, still out of breath.

  “Fine,” he nodded, head in the clouds, hoping she didn’t notice the speed of his breath or the sweat covering his body. “it was fine. Nothing much.”

  If she noticed, she made no indication that she did, which he was thankful for.

  “Well, that’s just fine. You hungry?” She asked, and Peter found himself grinning.

  “Starving,” he sighed, and she smiled knowingly.

  “Thought you might be. I’ll whip something up. It’ll be ready in about 15- then you can come out and tell me all the fine things that happened at school today.” She teased, and he nodded, still nervous that somehow she would notice something and figure him out, but she simply turned, shutting his door behind her.

  Peter let out a relieved breath, finally able to let himself rest for a moment.

  He closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat. He sat there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of relaxation, however minimal it was. He was brought from said relaxation quickly though, when his computer lit up, familiar techno ringtone playing, your photo flashing across the blue screen.

  ‘Y/N Y/L/N: Calling…’

  He couldn’t keep himself from smiling as he pressed accept.

  “Evening, parker.” Your voice echoed through the speakers, and he felt the last of his nerves calming at its sound.

  “Hey, Y/N,” he smiled, leaning forward on his elbow to get more into frame.

“So, how was that Stark internship today?” you asked, and Peter pouted, trying to think of a way to tell you without telling you.

  “Eh, it was… alright. I ran into this new girl and she was super pissy. I don’t think she likes me.”

  You leaned forward as well, resting your chin on your palm. You were clearly in bed already, propped up on your side with your elbow. Your hair was up in a messy bun, strands falling loosely around your face. Peter found himself wishing he was in that bed with you, laughing and joking next to each other as opposed to two floors down in a separate apartment.

  “Awe,” you said, and he shook his head, trying to shake his thoughts away with it. “I’m sorry. Well, it’s her loss.” He felt his ears turn read, and he glanced away, staring at his oversized chess set next to him as if it were the most interesting thing in the whole world.

  “What about work? How was your shift?” he asked, averting the conversation from himself and back onto you. He’d much rather talk about you anyways.

  “Ugh. Terrible.”

  He frowned, stomach turning at your clear displeasure.

  “Why? What happened?”

  You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

  “Just assholes making everything harder.” You shrugged.

  “I’m sorry. Looks like we both had shitty days.”

  You laughed.

  “Tell me about it. Just another reason to believe we’re somehow psychically connected.”

  Peter laughed, and just like that, it was like the earlier night had never happened. He forgot all about the guy who got away, and the angry fire-girl, and he lost himself in the sound of your laugh, and the way that you spoke. He could listen to you for hours- and sometimes, he would. Whether you were spending the night, leaning over top bunk of his bed and whispering midnight thoughts down into his tired ears, or pixelated in his screen, using up all his battery life and talking into the wee hours in the morning, headphones in and whispering delicately so as not to wake up your parents.

  Before he knew it, Aunt May was peeking her head back into his room, the smell of pasta and his favorite sauce drifting from the kitchen. He hadn’t even noticed.

  “Oh, Y/N, hi!” Aunt May grinned when she saw Peters screen, pushing the door open so that she could step into his room, leaning over his shoulder to smile at you, waving.

  You waved back.

  “Hi, Aunt May. How was your day?”

  She smiled, pressing her hand to her chest.

  “Oh, it was lovely, thanks for asking dear!”

  You grinned, hugging your pillow comfortably.

  “That’s good to hear! What brings you to this my humble skype call, Mrs. Parker?”

  She pressed her lips together, placing a hand on Peters shoulder.

  “Well, I hate to break up the party, but I’ve come to steal my dear Peter for dinner. He’s got plenty of wild and exciting things to tell me from his wondrous day at school.”

  You laughed, knowing full well that nothing happened at school today, and Peter had probably given her a quick, undetailed response when she’d ask how his day had gone.

  “I’m sure. Well, have a good dinner!” 

   She grinned, pressing her fingers to her lips and blowing you a kiss.

  “Only cause you asked. See you, hun!”

  Peter glanced up at his aunt as she turned to leave.

  “Be right there.” He whispered, and Aunt May nodded, trying to hide the knowing smile from her face as she turned towards the door.

  “Well, you heard the lady. I gotta’ go.”

 You smiled softly at him, yawning.

  “Well, don’t keep her waiting. Go ‘head. Night, Pete.”

  Peter watched as you settled softly into your bed. He could tell you were exhausted- he imagined you might fall asleep right then and there before you even ended that call.

  He smiled, drinking in your features despite having just seen you only a few hours ago, on your way home from school.

  “Night, Y/N,”

  The call cut off in the middle of your wave goodbye, and your tired face was replaced with your Skype avatar.

  Somehow, after all that interacting, Peter still found himself counting the minutes until he’d see you again tomorrow morning.

   You waved goodbye, watching as Peter reached forward and ended the call. The screen went dark, and you closed your laptop, rolling over onto your back.

 You stared up at the ceiling, sighing deeply.

  You pressed your hand over your heart, pounding like a drum. Your palms were sweaty, and you wondered if he could tell you were staring over the video call, or if the low quality somehow masked the absolute heart eyes that you couldn’t keep from gluing to his features- his eyes, his jaw, his lips- everything.

  “God, I am so fucked,”

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Girl Genius Event Week 2019: Day 3/8: A Very Von Zinzer Christmas

fic written for girl genius event week! A big thank you to @girlgeniusevents for setting it up!

Also on AO3

Full disclosure: I don’t know if this will ever be finished. But posting things that have sat unfinished for a long time is part of the theme of this event week, so! here we go!

Day 3: Original Characters (my very own take on the 7 other von zinzer brothers) Day 8: Every time I try to write it, it doesnt feel good enough

The Von Zinzer brothers had a genius plan! Or rather, Solomon had a genius plan, Temeluchus was waiting for it to crash and burn and the other 5 didn’t know about it yet. But when they found out, Solomon would be a good baby brother and let them take some of the credit. The youngest of the Von Zinzers knew that the best thing to get someone for Christmas was something they couldn’t or didn’t want to get on their own. Well, Ma wanted the road clear, and not even the 7 of them shoveling could do it fast enough to keep up with it this December . As soon as they finished one section, it had snowed enough to cover up all their work. But Solomon knew a way to do it! He just needed…

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It was certainly a big snowball, Timmie would give him that. The amount of effort and time he’d spent with it up on top of Big Willy Hill1 made sure of that. If, as he claimed he would, he managed to actually get it rolling down the road, it would certainly pick up a lot of snow as it went, and even more on the choked road. It would probably slow down and then just be a big ball of snow halfway down the road, though, and he’d made sure to tell Solomon that. A lot.

“Doesn’t matter even if it does, Temeluchus .” Solomon had said. “Even if it does, then we can just set a fire and melt all of it at once!”

Every time that particular plan B had come up, Timmie (not Temeluchus, that was a stupid name and Mom needed to stop picking names out of books) had been blown off before he could explain that then they’d have a flooded road instead of a snowy one. He was twelve and Solomon was nine, so he was a proper big brother now, and had to act like it. At least that’s what Mom said.2

On Christmas Eve night, in the interest of being a proper big brother, Timmie tried one final time to convince Solomon it was a bad idea. It was at the very peak, his last dumb chance to stop his dumb little brother from doing something dumb.

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Solomon was just about to do it! The Great Road-Clearing Snowball was ready! Soon the South Road would be clear all the way to town! And Ma could send Bruno to market with her wool weaving, and they could all have stamppot for New Year’s! Nothing could stop him now!

“ Solomon !”

Not even Temeluchus!

Wait.

Temeluchus? Was his last thought before the brother three years his senior tackled him into the snow. Wrestling to avoid being pinned, Solomon gave as good as he got, throwing Temeluchus off a couple times and trying to return to his unholy creation. But Temeluchus always got up just in time to tackle him again and move him further away from his masterpiece. So Solomon decided to try Diplomacy...

Also known as Whining.

“Temeluchus, come onnnnnnn I put lotsa work into this!” he whined as he was finally pinned and picked up.

“I don’t care!” His brother replied. “I’m your big brother and that means I gotta look after you. That means keeping you from doing dumb stuff!”

Solomon’s face became mulish. “Mammon does dumb stuff all the time…” he muttered, “And you don’t tell him to stop.”

“Thats because Mam’ is older than me, so he won’t listen if I tell him he’s being dumb! And you're being dumb right now!”

“No I'm not! This is a great idea!” Solomon started wriggling out of Temeluchus’ iron grip. If he could just… reach… the ball…

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Moloch heard the shouting first. He was out on the hillside looking for knightweasels3 that his mom could make into vests. But the raised voices towards the peak distracted him, and probably spooked every living thing on the slopes. The voices were recognizable as belonging to the two youngest doofuses in his family, so he started climbing the hill to hassle them for ruining his work. But as he did, a rumbling began to sound.

“What the-”

Before he could finish the exclamation his mother would thankfully not have heard anyway, he had been creamed by a snowball twice his size and left mashed into the ground. “-Ow.”

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Solomon winced as his creation, hastily launched, plowed Moloch into the ground. He looked okay, just surprised. So that was good. Temeluchus, on the other hand…

He was watching in horror as the snowboulder hurtled down towards the road. Moloch getting flattened didn’t really register, that was just a fact of life. But the snowball was something he could have prevented, and failed to do so. He winced as the growing snowboulder picked up four squirrels, a few hens, several dove-turtles, and a pearbird, along with the Partridge’s Tree it was nesting in, before finally crashing through the fence at the end of the road and beginning its intended work, leaving behind a furrow of bare earth and road. It rolled and rolled, getting bigger as it went, before it finally rolled into the ravine at the the far end of the road

Timmie had to hand it to Solomon. He’d actually managed to clear the road. He’d also wrecked a chunk of hillside, busted the fence, possibly killed a few chickens, left somebody lying in the road, made a mess of Bruno’s snow angel, destroyed a perfectly good Partridge Tree…

Wait, someone laying in the road?

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Serach von Zinzer, single mother and Europan Endurance Parenting Champion twenty years running4, was very tired. As a parent of seven boys, she could say with some certainty that that was normal. Her boys were off doing something ridiculous and foolish. Again, normal. It had been a quiet year, they were due for some nonsense. The road to Schleswig was blocked with snow, save for the most dedicated or desperate sleighdrivers. That, too, was normal.

What was not normal was seeing her two youngest looking so scared. It wasn’t new, but she sure as hell didn’t like it. The half frozen form between them wasn't great for her mood either.

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It was really cold.

Sister Sophia said Father Christmas lived a long way north, and if you made sure to ask him, you might get your wish for Christmas.He had thought long and hard about what he wanted, but by the time he’d figured out how to say it, the last mail carriage had already left! But what he wanted- no, needed for Christmas was too important to wait another year. That would be forever! Father Christmas was old, he might be dead next year!

So, five days before Christmas, after Sister Eliza had snuffed out the candles, he’d gotten together his warmest clothes and some food, snuck past Sleepy Slim the Houndsman, and set off along the north road.

It hadn’t been so cold when he’d started.

After two days, the clouds had rolled in. After three, the snowflakes started falling. After four, the storm had picked up. On the fifth day, he’d fallen down, and didn’t feel like getting up.

It wasn’t so cold anymore. Had someone put a blanket over him?

He was just starting to fall asleep under the softest, coziest, heaviest blanket ever. It was Christmas Eve, right? He tried to count the days, but his head was all fuzzy. Maybe he’d made it, and this was a bed in Father Christmas’ house! Father Linden had said that Father Christmas lived so far north you couldn’t go north anymore. Well, he couldn’t go north anymore. So he must be there, right? With that comforting thought in mind, he settled down for a long winter’s nap. He could hear the rumbling and roaring of Father Christmas’ furnace now…

It was suddenly very cold again, and the blanket was ripped off of him. Someone was shouting. He tried to ask what was going on, but his teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. He was being picked up. He tried to look but his eyes wouldn’t open. Were these Father Christmas’ Gutehelfers? Oh yes, he’d love a cheesed rabbit, thank you very much...

It was suddenly warm again, and something sweet smelling was pressed to his lips. As he sipped at it, he started falling asleep again.

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The kid couldn’t have been more than six years old. Temeluchus and Solomon had brought him in, almost froze to death, saying they’d found him under the snow on the road. With how cold he was to the touch, he’d been under a good long while. Ma, after getting him safe and warming up, asked the important question: “Who the hell is this?”

The Anderssens on the south road weren’t missing anyone, and neither were the Haupts further past them. Why he’d been out in the snow, no one knew, but whatever he was running from, it couldn’t have been good.

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He woke up on Christmas morning, and Bruno was the one watching him. He’d developed a fever as he warmed back up, so someone had to make sure he sipped a spoonful of herbed water every now and then. They’d taken it in shifts, but Bruno usually stayed anyway. He was the oldest, he had a responsibility. Even if it was just some stray Timmie and Solomon brought in…

The kid wiggled a little, and groaned. Bruno snapped to awareness. Sticking his head out the door of Grandpa’s old den/trinket room, he hissed “He’s waking up!”

The kid started trying to push himself up, but Bruno put a hand on his chest. “Whoa, easy there, kid. You don’t want to push yourself too much right now. How do you feel?”

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Everything about the man was big. Big black beard, big strong hands, and he was wearing a big fur coat. As the boy looked around the room, he saw an assortment of fun-looking gizmos and gadgets, and his eyes finally rested on a picture of an old, old, man with a bushy white beard. Just like Father Christmas! But why would this man be in Father Christmas’ workshop? Unless…

That line of thought was disrupted as two bigger kids fell through the door, both trying to be in the room first, jabbering that they each wanted to see him first.

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(Not sure where to go from here- but the little nameless orphan boy gets a family for christmas after being cute at Mama Von Zinzer, and in Mama Von Zinzer fashion, picks him a name from a holy book: Esther.)

1So named because supposedly when William the Conqueror was making his way towards the English Channel, he climbed this hill and saw Albia of England from the top of it. This prompted him to decide he ought to conquer somewhere else. The enormous oblong rock on the hill's peak has NOTHING to do with the name, as generations of residents will rush to assure a visitor.

2Usually with a gimlet eye at Mammon and Gehenna, who had both reached peak maturity at about the age of sixteen and decided they would stay there.

3Created by a warlord looking to protect his favored pets, these naturally armored mammals (actually closer to minks than weasels) were famously resistant to injury. This, of course, led to their hunting for purposes of making light armor. The spark who created them was understandably dismayed to hear about this.

 4Klaus Wulfenbach is ranked last in the EEP official rankings, with a rating of DNF (Did Not Father)