#HIS BOSS BATTLE HAS TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE

[geppettospuppet]

brothers in another universe

i cant be the only one who thought this when they saw romeo for the first time

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Exposed

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader summary: You come back from a mission with a tear in your suit. Miguel's reaction to what he sees underneath surprises you in the best way. tags / warnings: smut (minors do not interact!), p in v, fem reader, sassy spider-reader word count: 2.3k

You were coming back from a successful mission. Anomaly eliminated. No casualties. Well, except your spider-suit. An annoyingly claw-y bad guy had swiped at you from behind, and even though you’d just managed to dodge his attack, he’d nicked your suit and sliced a long strip of it down your side, from your back all the way down to the top of your thigh. Half your ass cheek was exposed, but you were so exhausted it was beyond you to care. You’d be suit-free and in bed soon enough. You just had to report in to Miguel first. He’d ordered you to because this had been a “potentially significant anomaly.” There seemed to be more and more of those recently. And he seemed to be assigning them mostly to you. You didn’t know of any other spiders that had to report to him personally after missions so often. 

You could feel the cold on your lower back as you walked up to his HQ platform, it slowly descending in front of you. You hop up as soon as it’s low enough, wasting no time. Miguel’s back is to you as he watches what seems like a million screens at once.

“Mission successful, spider-boss.” “Don’t call me that.” You knew he hated that nickname. That’s why you kept using it. 

“You prefer spider-captain? Spider-chief? Oooh maybe spider-king? No, that doesn’t sound right. Aren’t spiders more matriarchal anyway? You could be spider-queen if you want. Has a bit of a bite to it.” “Y/N,” he deadpans. “Hm?” “Shut up.” “Yes, sir, spider-queen!” 

He finally turns around to look at you, exasperation all over his chiseled features. You catch the end of his eye roll. Knowing engaging will only get more out of you, he opts to go straight to business. “You eliminated the anomaly?” “Yup.”

“Cleaned up the contamination afterward?” “Like the top-class interdimensional janitor that I am.”

“Anything unusual?” “Well, there was this big scary dude with giant claws that was only ever black and white when the rest of the world was especially colorful. Soo that was weird.” “I mean other than the exact reason I sent you there in the first place.” He runs his hand over his face, the other on his hip, looking sassier than he probably intended. “Oh! Then no.” 

You come over to his desk, leaning on it.

“And you’re alright? No injuries or anything?” In the back of your mind, you notice his voice softening as he asks you this. 

“I’m good. More than I can say for my suit though,” you laugh. You lift from the desk, turning slightly, twisting to look at the tear, exposing it to Miguel. “Why’s it called ‘tearing someone a new one,’ huh? Doesn’t make any sense. I need a new one specifically because this one’s torn.” 

You don’t expect him to respond to your stupid question, but when you look up at Miguel, the look on his face is more than unexpected. His eyebrows are shot up, his mouth the slightest bit ajar, his eyes fixed intently on your exposed ass. 

For once, you have no idea what to say. Why was he looking at you like that? Were you in trouble? Just because this was a bit inappropriate? I mean, c’mon, you were all spider-people; you’d all had your fair share of injuries that needed patching up and the like. It felt like a big sports team: bodies rendered just bodies by the heat of battle. Of course, you’d never admit to anyone out loud that while that was true for all the other spiders in your eyes, Miguel was the sole exception. His body could never be just a body. It was too imposing… too striking… too beautiful. You caught yourself staring at him much more often than you liked. Always talked incessantly when he was around to keep yourself distracted and from looking like an idiot. Well, you still looked like an idiot after everything you said, but you were an idiot on your own terms, usually getting some laughs while you were at it. 

“Miguel?” You come up with nothing else. 

Your voice snaps him out of his trance. His eyes shoot up to your face, and he looks — what is that? you’d never seen that look on Miguel O’Hara… was it… flustered?

“Um, yes, uh, right. Your suit,” he’s looking around at his screens again, trying to look busy but you can tell his gaze isn’t actually taking in any of the images. “We’ll get you a new one.” 

The tension lessened and, more importantly, his eyes no longer on you give you back a bit of your confidence. 

“You in charge of tailoring too? You really gotta learn to delegate, spider-boss.” He doesn’t say anything. Not even with you specifically trying to push his buttons with the nickname. “Okayy…” you elongate. “So, can I go now?”

He just grunts, not sparing another look toward you.

You start walking back across the platform but remember a detail of the mission you had wanted to tell him before making it too far. 

“Oh, there was this thing with my watch —“ you start, but all words get caught in your throat when you see Miguel as you turn back toward him. He’s staring at you like a viscous predator just about to pounce. His chin is down but his eyes are on you, even darker than usual and penetrating. You can tell by the rise and fall of his ridiculously broad chest that his breathing is a bit labored. He’d clearly been looking lower than your face level, as his eyes shoot up to yours when you look at him.

Neither of you say anything for what feels like the longest, heaviest moment of your life so far. Then, in what feels like the quickest, he’s closed the distance between you, coming to a stop just in front of you, closer than he’s ever been to you before.

He’s towering over you. Any movement forward at all and you’d be touching. You’re sure he can feel your heavy breathing as you look up at him. You can feel his.  

He looks like he wants to murder you. But Miguel O’Hara has a way of encoding all emotions into shades of anger and aggression. And you’ve watched him closely enough for long enough to sometimes think you have an idea of what lies beneath. You haven’t cracked it completely, but you certainly see shades of gray where others see black and white. 

The stakes have never been quite this high for your getting it wrong, but hoping beyond hope that you know what he actually wants, you push your face the fraction of a distance to his, crashing your lips together. 

From the moment they graze, his hands are on you, groping your exposed ass with one, pulling you into him with the other. He devours your mouth, so feral you even worry for a split second about his fangs coming out. You’re so consumed by him you probably wouldn’t mind if they did.

Not breaking apart from you, Miguel takes the few steps back to his desk, dragging you with him. When the backs of his thighs come up to the desk, he flips you around so that you’re pushed up against it. You’re caged between it and his broad body as his hands continue exploring your body, his tongue continues exploring your mouth. 

At this point you can feel the huge bulge between his legs pressing against you, his spider-suit doing nothing to hide it, doing little to separate you from it. 

When his mouth leaves yours, dragging hungrily down to your jaw and neck, you whine his name. He groans in response, and you feel the vibrations where your chests are flush.

Taking the opportunity to do something you’d often dreamed of, you lift your hand and run it through his thick hair. His moans get louder, and you take it as a sign scratch and tug harder. 

You know you didn’t pull strongly enough to move him if he didn’t want to be moved, but he pops off from where he’s sucking on your neck and looks into your eyes. He gives you a harsh kiss then says simply, “Turn around.” You do. He bends you over his desk.

You feel his hands on your hips first then they squeeze your ass hard. He slaps your exposed cheek, and you jump at the sudden sensation. 

“Tell me if I’m too rough,” he says, voice low. 

You nod and confess, “I want it rough, Miguel. Please.” “Fuuck, chula. You drive me crazy.” You just whimper in response. 

He spanks you again then tears your suit further, exposing your entire ass and your by now soaked cunt. “You walk in here with half your ass out like it’s nothing. Like you can show me what I spend my nights imagining and expect me not to do anything about it.” He slaps your other ass cheek. “You’re soaked, mami. You wanted this as badly as I did?” You nod desperately. “Tell me what you wanted.” “Fuck, Miguel. You. I wanted you.” 

“You want me to fuck you?” You can already feel him messing with his suit. 

“Yes, fuck, please; please fuck me.” When the head of his cock touches your cunt, your entire body shudders with anticipation. He pushes in forcefully, your wetness enough for him to start sliding in. But he’s big. Really big. As he keeps pushing, you feel a bit of a sting. When he hears you hiss, he slows his entrance but doesn’t stop entirely. “Relax, nena,” he coos. His hands massage your hips. “Breathe, baby.” You take a long inhale, and by the time you’re exhaling, you feel him finally bottom out. “Eso, mi amor. Just like that. Fuck, you feel incredible.” “Migueel,” you whine. “Yeah, baby, I got you.” His hands tighten on your hips as he slowly drags his cock back out until only his tip is inside. You’d never felt so empty. Then he pushes back in, faster than the first time. And again. And again. 

Miguel’s pace quickens probably a bit faster than you’re ready for, but you love the intensity of the sensations. You love the feeling of him deep inside you, of him desperate to be deeper. You start rocking back in time with his thrusts, slamming your ass onto him. 

“Fuuuck.” His voice is gravel. One of his powerful hands comes to your shoulder to help pull and push you at his now brutal rhythm. He fucks you with a stamina only possible for a superhuman. You’re sure you wouldn’t be able to take it if you weren’t one yourself.

The large room echoes your slapping skin, your yells and moans as he spears into you repeatedly.

Your thighs tighten as you start nearing your climax. Your cunt starts squeezing tighter. “Fuck, fuck, eso, nena, eso,” he chants, getting even rougher. His praises start sounding strangled, and you know he’s close too. 

“Cum with me, Miguel,” you beg desperately. He groans animalistically at your words, giving you a strangled affirmative moan and pushing his pace to what you imagine is his limit. 

“C’mon, baby, cum for me, cum for me,” he urges. It’s easy to let go with how hard he’s fucking you. You can’t really feel the rest of your body except for a hot heaviness. All you feel is where you’re connected and how every thrust sends pure pleasure coursing through you. 

You’re orgasming a second later, and to the feeling of your clenching cunt and the sound of your euphoric screams, Miguel comes right after. 

You’re unable to keep up your movements, too spent and too blissed out, but he keeps thrusting, albeit slower, until you’ve both rode out the hardest orgasms of your life. Then and only then does he still, still inside you, and collapse onto your back. His broad torso covers you completely, warming you despite how sweaty you are now.

His labored breathing on the back of your neck tickles, sending a shiver down your body. He chuckles and peppers kisses on your neck and shoulder, pulling your suit down to kiss at more skin. 

He eventually lifts himself up; you were never going to push him off, that’s certain. You could spend forever under him, wrapped up in him. 

His strong hands lift your especially malleable body, turning you to face him and helping support you as you lean back on the desk. 

When your eyes meet, Miguel smiles at you. It stops your rapidly beating heart. 

One arm around you, his other hand pushes sweaty hair off your face then lingers there, caressing. 

“You okay?” he asks, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. You just nod. He laughs. “What?” you giggle. “So that’s what it takes to make you stop talking, huh?” “Shut up!” you tsk, shoving his wall of a chest. He doesn’t budge at all, just catches your hand in his, bringing it to his face and kissing it. His lips linger over the skin of your fingers, the back of your hand. You trace them lightly, and they shift into a subtle grin. 

As you look into his big brown eyes, you’re pretty sure you know what this ever-thinning shade of serious is covering.

“Miguel?” 

“Hm?” He pecks your hand again. 

“All those missions… they weren’t ‘potentially significant’ were they?” 

He lowers your hand but keeps it in his. His gaze follows your hands down, looking away briefly, but he’s looking into your eyes again when he shakes his head ever so subtly. You hum in understanding. He just needed to make sure you were okay after.

After a beat, you whisper, “Can we stop pretending?” “That the missions are special?” “That what we feel for each other isn’t…” 

“Ah.” He looks torn. You know he thinks it’s dangerous, know he feels the weight of literally the entire universe on his very broad shoulders. You lean up and kiss him gently. 

“We can figure it out,” you whisper against his lips. His nose brushes yours as he nods then kisses you again. 

[netherworldpost]

ever since I learned that chain-chomps are dog-coded my life has been in shambles

do you think Bowser ever held a chain chomp in his claws, in the rain, after a long battle?

Do you think Bowser ever cradled this wounded, star-hit chomp close to his chest?

Did tears run down his face as he unlocked the chomp from its block, did he unwrap his cape, did he cry when he wrapped up the chomp?

Did the chain-chomp bite playfully, despite the pain, to greet the mighty king? Did it emit a bark, as if to report,

"I did my best, boss, I truly did"?

"I know, my mighty soldier, thank you," did Bowser choke up?

Did Bowser fold his cape around the chomp, "I'll bring you home, my little tooth," To keep it safe and dry "No one is going to harm you again"

Did Bowser use a fireflower to keep the chomp warm as they took the long way the most gentle route home?

Did the chain chomp creak in the rain Rust setting already in that metal grin Promising to bite harder next time?

"I will fix you up, my chomping jaws, "I will bring you home, "You fought hard, "Now, it is time for your king "to make you safe."

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Free use with the bachelors

Content warning: free use, degradation, praise, afab reader, mommy kink in sam's, pet play kink in sam's and Sebastian's, breeding kink in Alex's, cock warming, whore behavior honestly man don't say I didn't warn you, as always MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT lol I'm not responsible for what you may subject yourself to on the internet but I don't wanna be responsible for your brain rot 💙

Shane:

Man's a whore for free use, especially with you

Loves just coming up behind you while your doing the dishes or any farm chore and just placing kisses on your neck, trailing a hand down your pants to trace light circles over your clit

One hand on your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy

Bends you over the nearest surface, flips your skirt up and starts fingering your cunt while you whine for more

"Shhhhh babygirl I know, little slut wants more hmm?"

After he's decided you've had enough of his fingers he'll unzip his shorts and shove his cock to the hilt with no warning, loves the surprised gasp/moan that you let out

"That's it, take it like the good little whore I know you are"

Pulls your hands behind your back for more leverage to have you meet his harsh thrusts

Will stuff you full of his cum multiple times a day, pulls your panties back up so they catch whatever drips out of you, makes you keep the same pair on all day to remind you of who stuffed you so full

Elliott:

Also big into free use, he just loves how whiny you can be when he decides to start teasing you

Gentle touches ghosting over your nipples and clit, applying just enough pressure to have you needing more

Has you cockwarming him while he works on his book, occasionally taking breaks to swirl circles over your clit while he grinds up into you, never enough to make you cum, just enough to keep you desperate for him

When he's decided you've been so good for him that he should reward you he whisks you off to the bed

"You've been so good for me today darling, let me make you feel good now"

Gentle thrusts into your overstimulated cunt, deep passionate kisses, his fingers working your clit all quickly becomes to much

Has you cumming around his cock in minutes, babbling out praises and thanks

Loves seeing you in such an undone state beneath him

Sam:

Absolutely down, please walk up behind this man and start stroking his cock

Melts into you when he feels you wrap your arms around him, sighing in pleasure when your hand wraps around the base of him

Trys not to let his knees buckle when you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, spreading the beaded precum for a bit of extra lube

He's whining, babbling, pleading for you to go faster, give him more friction please

"Fuck, please mommy, I'll do anything, I'll be such a good boy for you please just go faster fuck"

Who are you to deny your cute puppy when he's literally begging for it?

You tighten your grip slightly and speed up, he's cumming over your hand moments later but that doesn't stop you

Now he's whining in overstimulation, gasping for air while he grabs the counter to stop himself from falling

Tears run down his face as he feels you finally slowing down and letting go

"Such a good puppy for me baby boy, now clean up the mess you made"

Will lick his cum off the floor, would do anything to please you

Sebastian:

Loves free use honestly

Your in the middle of a boss battle in your video game when he comes up behind you and starts feeling you up, gently shifting you into his lap

"Don't mind me kitten, just keep playing" he mumbles in your ear as he teases your nipples through your shirt

You can feel his boner pressing into your ass as he shifts around gently rutting into you while you try and stay focused

Eventually he pulls down your pants and presses his cock into your tight hole, rubbing your clit while you whine on his cock

You have to put the controller down and he pins you to the beanbag chair, ass in the air so he can thrust harder into you

"Fuck kitten, always so ready for my cock hmm? Practically drooling for it right now"

Wants to hear all the sounds you make so he grabs a fistful of your hair to haul back so your face is off the chair

Makes sure you cum before he fills you to the brim

Harvey:

This man is nothing if not horny for you 24/7 so free use is good

Lots of discussion beforehand because he's anxious he'll go to far

Comes up to you while your in the bath, strips down and joins you

Pulls you against his chest, gently pulls your legs over his so he can keep your legs spread

Thumb gliding over your clit while two fingers pump in and out of your cunt

Other hand working diligently on one of your nipples

His mouth is slotted against yours, swallowing all the sounds you make

Slips his fingers out and gently slides his cock into your sensitive cunt, still swirling soft circles on your clit while you whine against his lips

"That's it sweetheart, being such a good girl for me hmm?"

Loves when you melt against him, knows your close to cumming by how airy and close together your whimpers are

Works you through your orgasm and into his own with gentle thrusts and soft praises

Alex:

He doesn't fully get the premise but he does love the idea of being able to have you whenever and where ever he wants

That's mostly in the house and in the bedroom because he wouldn't want to be caught in a compromising position

He's got your legs on his shoulders, his cock driving in and out of your cunt at a moderate pace, this is the third time today he's stuffing you full of his cum

The idea of filling you to the brim and breeding you is just always on his mind

Man wants you round and plump with his seed and by God he's gonna have it if you'll let him

"Shit baby, gonna look so fuckin good all round with my seed yeah? Gonna let me knock you up right? Know you want it just as bad as I do baby"

Can hardly think straight, he just needs to pump you full of his cum, needs to have you pregnant with his kid, tits full and heavy with milk

Has you cumming around his cock in moments with how overstimulated you are and how he rubs endless circles on your clit relentlessly

Cums inside you with a final harsh thrust and stays there for a moment, plugging his cum inside you

Pulls out and watches for a moment while his seed spills back out before fingering it back into you

"Can't have any of this going to waste can we love?"

[lilith-vodkaaunt-of-demons]

The most hilarious thing happened in one of my Dungeons and Dragons games the other day, and I wanna share it.

So, I play an Apothecary Wizard in one of my dnd games. She makes and sells potions, medicines, alcohol, and the occasional Geneva Convention violation called Alchemist's Fire. Anyway, one of the things I always ask my DMs when making a character is if I can get a free Musical Instrument proficiency since I like the idea of it, probably because I want to learn how to play someday.

So anyway, my Wizard knows how to play the lute, and since she's a saleswoman, she has the Charisma to back it up...except for this instance. I hadn't started with a lute, but over the course of several session found myself in possession of an incredibly out of tune lute that a cultist had just happened to have. So she picks up the lute and plucks a few strings and learns that this bandit must have just had this lute for show or something, because it's TERRIBLY out of tune. So the DM has me roll to tune it... Natural 1. For the next 30 minutes OOC and several hours in game, I cannot. For the life of me. Tune. This. Lute. I legitimately make like, 10 rolls and never roll above a 5. This is an INTELLIGENCE Performance Check, since it's technical, I am a WIZARD, with a 20 intelligence, and proficiency. I have a +8 to this roll, and the DC is

14.

Eventually I have to stop trying because we get into combat with more crazy cultists, but OOC I am gobsmacked, and IC my Wizard is absolutely INCENSED at this friggin' untunable lute.

Anyway, some fighting happens, and eventually I'm cornered by a Fire Genasi Cultist who is hopped up on energy from the Plane of Fire, so is currently immune to Fire Damage, the one damage type I have as a cantrip, and I'm trying to not use my spell slots on the little guys because we all know there's a boss battle at the end of this cave.

So I'm stuck. Embers McHotPants is in melee range, so my Firebolt, on top of not actually doing any damage to him, would be at disadvantage, even if I tried to hit someone not currently immune to fire. I'm a squishy wizard with not so great AC, so running away and possibly getting hit with an AOO is not attractive. Could I have disengaged? Maybe if I hadn't had an amazing idea first.

Me: I hit him with the lute.

DM: What?

Me: The Lute. The infernal instrument cursed to never be in tune. I hit him with the lute.

DM: Riiight, okay. Roll improvised weapon attack.

(For clarity, my Wizard has an 8 strength, and is not proficient with improvised weapons.)

Me: *rolls d20, then starts laughing*

DM: Did you roll another Nat1?

Me: *still laughing* No!

At this point the entire table is laughing but the DM.

DM: You didn't.

Me: *unable to speak, I just nod*

I had rolled a nat20, (19 total) to hit the guy with the lute.

At first the DM looked just plain flabbergasted, but then he got this look on his face, a kind of half smile, and started describing what happened.

DM: Alright, so you find yourself cornered. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and this cultist is utterly immune to your attacks. It's just so...frustrating. Frustrating like that damn lute that you just couldn't tune. You feel your frustration boil over, and you just grab the lute by the neck and swing it! You hear a discordant BWANGGGG! as you smack the cultist upside the head with the head with the lute. And maybe he was more hurt than you thought, or maybe he just had a glass jaw, but he goes down. As the cultist falls, you relax a bit, lowering the lute, which somehow isn't broken, and you pluck a few strings absent-mindedly, and...you can't believe your ears. The lute is perfectly in tune. You've heard professionally tuned instruments that aren't as perfectly tuned as this instrument.

The table EXPLODED. It was pandemonium. My PC had hit the cultist in such a way that it tuned the untunable lute. There was laughter, tears, and celebration. It was amazing. I was laughing so hard I cried and gave myself hiccups.

[countrymusiclover]

11 - Reunions and the Pentagon

Part 12

Battle of Heart and Mind

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9 months ago - Arlington, Virginia

Charles believed that she wanted to see me. It has been nine years since Erik got himself placed into the pentagon. I had been staying with the telepath since that day but my feelings were too strong in telling me I needed to see Erik again. Standing on the front porch I slumped my shoulders, raising my hand and knocking on the door. “Can I help you?”

“Uh yes. Can you tell me if would be Angela Aspen formally Shaw?” I asked nervously, trying to keep my eyes focused on hers.

The blonde woman stands slightly behind her front door looking me up and down letting some silence fall between us. “Yes I am. Can I ask what this is about?”

“I’m…I’m your daughter. My father went by the name Sebastian Shaw.” Twiddling my thumbs together I blurted it out waiting for her to kick me off her porch and say she never wished to see me again like my father told me she would.

My mother stood still for a moment before grabbing me by the front of my shirt, yanking me inside her house. She shut the door, locking it quickly behind her where she was clearly in a panic. “I thought you were dead, Addison.”

“Dead, why would you think that?” I questioned her more confused now than I was when I first came here. I couldn’t tell who was right Charles or my father who was now dead.

She clasped her hands over her mouth. “Oh honey you don’t know the truth. Of course that psycho wouldn’t tell you the truth. I…I’m sorry about this but he kidnapped you when I was sleeping one night. He broke into my house after getting a divorce saying that you had to be a mutant like him. Uh…he said that the mutant gene gets carried over by the father. I searched for you but he changed his name so many times I lost the trail.”

“So that’s why he said that you hated me. That you hated mutant’s and never ever wanted to see me. But if what you’re telling the truth then I can’t believe he lied to me my whole life up into he was killed.” Running my fingers through my hair I throw my head back pacing in front of her,

My mother sniffed through tears where she didn’t wait stepping forward. She paused holding her arms out and opened away from her sides. “Can we hug or is that too soon for you?” She asked for my permission.

“Hell no, it’s okay.” I felt tears falling down my face right as we embraced each other in a tight hug, she wrapped her arms around me sobbing into my shoulder and we remained that way for quite some time.

I clung onto her burying my face in her shoulder blade until my gaze shifted to the kitchen and saw her work bag sitting there. I saw a security badge hanging from it and it gave me an idea. “Uh mom, I’m sorry to bring this up since we’ve just met. But I need your help with seeing someone.”

“Who do you need to see, honey?” She barely broke the hug brushing hair that had fallen in front of my eyes. “We may not know each other very well yet. But you can tell me what you need.”

Dropping my gaze to the wooden floor. “What do you feel towards mutants…towards me since I am one of them too.”

She squeezed my hands in hers with a half smile on her and no sign of hatred in her eyes. “I don’t hate them. I am actually curious about what you all can do. But unlike your father who wanted nothing to do with me after I said I wouldn’t stand by his side and watch him kill the humans who we’re just like me.”

“So what would you say if I wanted to see a mutant who was being held inside…oh I don’t know the Pentagon?” I twirled my hair in between my fingers nodding to her classified pentagon badge.

My mother paused sucking in a breath thinking about what that would mean. The world didn’t know how big the mutant population was at the moment. Most of the high profile people hated them or they wished to study the abilities they had. “My bosses wouldn’t like me after this. I can’t help free him if that’s what you’re after…”

“I understand. Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

She clicked her tongue putting a hand to the side of my face so I’d look her in the eye. “But I can get you clearance to see whoever it is. At least for a few hours since it will be my shift tonight.”

“Erik, Erik Lehnsherr is his name.” I throw my arms around her again hugging her tightly and she embraces me back, both of us knowing that things could go horribly wrong. “Thank you, mom.”

She squeezed me gently to grab her work clothes so we could go. “You’re welcome, Addi. Let me grab my stuff then we can go.” The drive there was quiet and she went through the normal security checkpoints she had to go through. Leading me down the hallway I saw a sign that read no metal beyond this point. I didn’t dare tell my mother about the metal coin I still wore around my neck.

“So how long will we have exactly?” I questioned her after she swiped her key card over the scanner unlocking the security door in front of us.

Angela shrugged her shoulders. “My shift ends in an hour. But I expect to hear the whole story of you two at some point once this is over.”

“Don’t worry, I'll tell you everything.” Stepping through the doorway it quickly shut behind me where I just saw a long hallway in front of me. Walking down the hallway the other door slides open revealing to me a pentagon. Swiping my mothers key card on the pad in front of me, a staircase down into the room descended down where I bolted down them quickly without a thought, halting in my tracks seeing him laying on a coat on the ground. “Erik?”

He slowly sat upright confused plastered across his features. “Addison, what the hell are you doing here? How the hell are you here - ugh!” He got to his feet slowly walking straight to me

I instantly started crying when I flung his arms around his neck. “I don’t want to do this again. I…we already spent years without each other.”

“How are you here right now…ohhh.” He slowly wrapped his arms around the girl he believed he wouldn't see again. So he took the advantage he had burying his face into my hair.

Moving my hands to his shoulders I buried my face into his gray shirt and matching pants. He let me cry until his shirt was stained with tears. "I don’t want you locked up in here, Addi. You should be able to live a life without me. Go find your mother or Charles. Don’t follow down my dark path that got me here.”

“I don't care, Erik. I had to see you. I…I've missed you too much and we don't have much time to break you out.” Reaching inside my shirt he saw the metal coin that I had managed to sneak in. “I met my mother today and she agreed to help me. Now her shift ends in an hour so we have to use her key card now.”

“Addison, wait a second. We can’t…you can't have her help me escape. I have to stay here.” He moved one of his hands through my loose hair while he felt my hands holding onto his forearms tightly with my fingernails.

I blinked a few times, confused by his response. “If you loved me you'd run with me.”

I wasn’t sure what came over either of us but it didn't matter while we only focused on removing our clothes as quickly as possible. He tugged my flesh against his chest making me see that he was concerned over what we were thinking of doing. “You do realize we could get caught having sex in here.” Resting my hands on his chest, our eyes met when he rested his forehead against mine.

“It doesn’t matter, Erik. I love you, that's all that matters to me.” I declared to him running my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck.

He smashed his lips onto mine pushing me down onto the cot he had as a bed. He broke the kiss where I held his face in my hands tracing his cheek with him thrusting into me quickly. “Addi!”

“Erik…” He moaned when I pulled his head downward burying my face in his neck nuzzling my nose and kissing into his skin.

His breathing became heavy just like mine where we both laid underneath the blanket. Laying my head on his chest during the same time his fingers threaded through my messy hair. “Don't think for a moment that I don't love you, Addi.”

“You do?” I shot my head up at his words.

Erik nodded his head slowly, yes fighting that it was getting close to time by now. “You need to leave before you and your mother are arrested. Even though we'll both hate it, it's the right thing to do.”

“I'll get you out of here, Erik. Someday, somehow, it will happen. I promise you that.” I vowed to him where we scrambled to get our clothes back on and he tugged me into his embrace again. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him slowly separating myself from him and leaving him there.

The boy's and I had insisted the help of a young guy named Peter who had super speed to help us break Erik out of the Pentagon. Walking in to the elevator Charles and Logan I knew our part of the plan. Peter had the most important part freeing Erik. Hank had to mess with the building cameras. Then the rest of us had to get the staff away from the elevator that Peter would come down in. All the while making none of us getting arrested. All the alarms were going off and the sprinkler system had turned on. Charles stepped forward to a security officer with me and Logan following in toe. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls this is a code red situation. We are evacuating the entire floor so that we... my uh associate and I can uh secure the prisoner.”

The officer didn't buy it. “Who are you?”

“We are special operations CB, FE, CIE. Look, perhaps you didn't hear me at first but it's imperative that, you understand we're in complete lock-down situation. We have to get to the 3rd floor.” Charles started again until Logan came forward, knocking the guy out with a metal tray.

He dropped it looking at the former telepath. “Oh I'm sorry were you finished.”

“Oh. Come to momma.” I turned my head seeing a tray of strawberry pie they had left down here. Picking up a fork I began eating the pie.

“Addison!” Charles knocked looking over his shoulder as he headed to the elevator door.

Shrugging my shoulders with a bite full of pie in my mouth I didn't see a problem. “What the baby's hungry, Xavier.”

“Sorry, I'm just not very good with violence.” He slumped his shoulders focusing back on what Logan had done minutes ago. He hit the open button and he turned his head coming face to face with Peter and his former friend.

“Charles.” Charles cut him off, raising his hand and punching him square in the face. He winced holding his hand seeing Erik laying on the floor holding where he punched him. “Good to see you, too old friend... and walking.”

Charles glared down at him, seeing him get up from the floor. “No thanks to you.”

“Erik.” I breathed out, dropping the pie onto the ground and the plate shattered into pieces. Picking up my feet I bolted around Charles throwing my arms around Erik's neck.

He stumbled back against the wall wrapping his arms around my waist holding me close. “Addison!” He buried his head into my hair and I closed my eyes enjoying the moment until the baby kicked.

“Oh…I had a better plan in my head of how to tell you.” I drew back holding a hand over my stomach lifting my head upwards seeing Erik's gaze focused on my belly.

He moved one hand forward, touching it slowly. “It’s mine, you're pregnant.”

“Yes.” I replied.

He chuckled with a light smile on his face. “You just couldn't stay away, Addi.”

“I wanted to see you. But it's for a different reason. I'll explain everything later.” I take his hands in mine.

Erik glanced over my shoulder at Charles. “You're the last person in the world I expected to see today.”

“Believe me. I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to.” Charles stepped forward where Erik moved in front of me and the two former friends looked close to getting into a fight. “If we get you out of here we do it my way, no killing.”

“No helmet.” Erik pointed to his head with his freehand. “I couldn't disobey you even if I wanted.”

Charles growled in his face. “I'm never getting inside of that head again. I need your word, Erik.”

Erik, Charles, Logan, Peter and I exited the elevator seeing multiple police officers and they aimed glass guns at us. Erik instructed Charles to use his power but he couldn’t. I closed my eyes trying to take Erik's power but the room froze and I saw Peter move around the room switching bullets and things around. When he came back over all the officers ended up on the ground in some way. Logan pated the kids back. “Good job, kid.”

My phone started ringing when I put it to my ear hearing my mothers voice. “Addison, I'm at work and they're saying the mutant was released. Did you know about this?”

“Shit mom, I need you to meet me on the third floor of the parking garage. You need to leave work early and come with me.” I responded to her hoping she didn't ask too many questions.

Peter, Logan and Charles had left the room. Hank was getting the car ready so it just left me and Erik. “Uh okay. I'll be there as quickly as I can.”

Erik and I left after the group where I waited outside the car with Erik peeking his head out of the window. “Addison, Charles says we need to go.”

“Just one second….there she is.” I saw the elevator door opened and my mother quickly came across the floor confused at what was happening. She saw Erik standing by me but I didn't waste another second grabbing her hand and dragged her inside the backseat with me. “I'll explain on the plane. I just didn't want them to arrest you if they think you had anything to do with this.”

Logan was in the front of the van with Hank and Charles. Leaving Erik in the backseat with us. He shifted around a little, sending me a confused expression. “So who were we waiting for exactly, Addison?”

“Oh right, sorry. Erik, she's my mother.” I pointed to her and mother focused her attention on Erik. The pair just stared silently and I felt nervous hoping the plane ride wouldn't be awkward.

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unicornqueen2022 is my old account

You did fantastic on the last fanfic. I like how Garrett was a werewolf.

Can u do a fanfic where Garrett x female shape-shifter but she turns into a black panther instead of a wolf. She is Paul's cousin but they do not get along at all and but Garrett does not find until the battle with Victoria and her army of newborns. Instead of the newborn hurting jacob, she ends destroying the newborn by tearing the head off. He then ask her on a date. She yes but Paul tries to start a fight with the reader but she kicks his butt.

Oooh new page? Starting fresh I see, we’ll still it’s wonderful to have you back and around :) ahh and the wears full part was actually a mistake. I went back and edited to vampire though I’m glad you liked the slip up I couldn’t live with it lol

↳ don’t mess with the guardian ↲

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : she was the guardian of the jungle, the mightiest predator of them all. Having come to forks due to an urgent call from her younger cousin Paul she’s now here to help them with their little leech problem, too bad one of these leeches seems to be her mate. Not that she really minds it though. But when someone threatens her new found lover she’s ready to kick some ass and show them who’s boss, even if it’s her family who’s doing the threatening too. After all, never get in the way of one’s mate.

✭ authors note : there aren’t many gifs for Garrett which really sucks

✭ twilight masterlist

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, (y/n) navigated her way through the dense forest that surrounded the town of Forks. Her form shifted effortlessly, transforming from a graceful black panther with glowing purple eyes into her human self. The journey to Forks had been spurred by a call for help from her cousin Paul—someone she didn't always see eye to eye with, but blood was blood, after all.

As she arrived at the outskirts of the town, her heightened senses picked up on the presence of a pack of wolves. Their collective energy was familiar to her, and she couldn't help but grin. Shapeshifters like herself, they were part of her world, and one of them was a close friend—Sam Uley.

Stepping out of the shadows, (y/n) allowed her form to shift back into that of a human. She moved with purpose, her violet eyes scanning the group of shapeshifters as they gathered around. Sam's gaze met hers, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"(y/n), you made it," he called out, approaching her with open arms.

"Of course I did," she replied with a grin, accepting his embrace.

Paul, who stood nearby, rolled his eyes. "Great, the circus has arrived."

(y/n) chuckled, not letting Paul's comment get to her. "Cousin dearest, aren't you just thrilled to see me?"

Before Paul could respond, Sam interjected. "We could really use your help, (y/n). There's a threat in town, and we've been called in for fighting lessons against it."

Her curiosity piqued, (y/n) raised an eyebrow. "Fighting lessons against what?"

Sam's expression darkened. "Newborn vampires."

The words hung heavily in the air, and (y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine. She had encountered her fair share of dangers, but the thought of facing an army of newborn vampires was unsettling. Victoria's name sent a chill through her, reminding her of the brief encounter they had had a few weeks prior.

"So, Paul didn't think it was important enough to mention Victoria and her plans?" she mused, a hint of irritation in her voice.

Paul shrugged nonchalantly. "I figured Sam would tell you when you got here."

(y/n) sighed, a mixture of frustration and determination welling up within her. "Well, now that I know, count me in. I'll help you guys deal with this."

Sam's smile returned, a mixture of gratitude and relief. "We're glad to have you on board."

As the group of shapeshifters began to move in the direction of the Cullens' house for their training session, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of camaraderie. Despite the differences that had existed between her and Paul, the impending threat had a way of uniting them against a common enemy.

As they walked, her mind raced with thoughts of the battles that lay ahead. Her abilities as a black panther shapeshifter were unique, and she knew that her role in the upcoming conflict would be significant. With determination burning in her eyes, she prepared herself to face the challenges that awaited her—the eerie threat of newborn vampires, and the promise of unity that came from fighting alongside her fellow shapeshifters.

And as the night descended upon Forks, (y/n) took a deep breath, ready to face whatever darkness Victoria's army might bring.

As the shapeshifters gathered at the Cullens' house, (y/n) couldn't help but notice a tall figure leaning casually against a nearby tree. Her eyes honed in on him, and recognition stirred within her—Garrett, a skilled fighter with his own history of battling newborn vampires. A knowing smile played on his lips as he met her gaze, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

The Cullens explained that Garrett had been invited due to his experience, which aligned perfectly with their current predicament. As the training session commenced, (y/n) found herself observing from a unique vantage point—perched atop a tree in her panther form. She watched the interactions between the shapeshifters and vampires, the strategy discussions, and the demonstrations of combat techniques.

Yet her focus kept returning to Garrett. Their eyes met across the distance, and in that instant, something extraordinary happened. A rush of images, emotions, and sensations flooded (y/n)'s mind—a vivid flash of a life together, as if the fabric of time had been momentarily torn. She saw herself and Garrett side by side, fighting against threats, sharing laughter, and embracing moments of profound love.

In that flash, she witnessed their relationship blossoming—their adventures, their bond deepening, and even the moment they exchanged vows, promising to stand by each other's side for eternity. The vision continued, showing them with a child, a hybrid of their two worlds, a testament to their unique connection.

Garrett's presence was both familiar and intense, an anchor that grounded her amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Her heart raced as she experienced the love they shared, the highs and lows of their journey together. It was a glimpse into a future that felt simultaneously distant and remarkably close.

As the vision faded, (y/n) blinked in astonishment. The connection she felt with Garrett was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She knew, without a doubt, that he was her mate—the missing piece that she had unconsciously yearned for.

She wasn't alone in feeling the powerful pull. Garrett's expression mirrored her astonishment, though his experience was different. While (y/n) had glimpsed a tapestry of their shared future, Garrett's response was more immediate—a deep-seated instinct, a primal recognition of their connection. He felt an overwhelming urge to be near her, to protect her from any threat that might arise.

The training session continued around them, but (y/n) and Garrett remained locked in each other's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. They had been brought together by circumstances beyond their control, bound by destiny and a love that transcended time.

As the day unfolded and the shapeshifters and vampires honed their combat skills, (y/n) found solace in the knowledge that she wasn't alone in her fight. Garrett's presence by her side, whether through visions or instincts, was a reminder that they were meant to face whatever challenges came their way together—a united force against the looming threat of Victoria's army.

And as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the training grounds, (y/n) leapt gracefully from the tree, her panther form melding back into her human self. Her eyes met Garrett's once again, and in that shared moment, they both knew that their lives had forever changed. The past and the future converged in a dance of fate, intertwining their destinies in ways they could only begin to comprehend.

The air was charged with tension as the forces of the Cullens, the shapeshifters, and Garrett aligned themselves against the approaching army of newborn vampires. The night was alive with the sound of heartbeats, growls, and the rustle of leaves as they prepared for battle. Victoria's army, a dangerous and formidable threat, loomed on the horizon.

The battle erupted with a fury as the two sides clashed. Vampires and shapeshifters moved with incredible speed and precision, battling their common enemy. (y/n) joined the fray, her panther form a blur of sleek muscle and fierce determination. With each swipe of her powerful claws, she took down a newborn vampire, her eyes gleaming with a primal intensity.

Garrett was a force to be reckoned with as well, his movements fluid and calculated. His experience in battling newborns shone through, his blows precise and deadly. The Cullens fought with a unity born of centuries together, while the shapeshifters moved as a pack, their wolf forms a fierce and coordinated unit under Sam's leadership.

In the midst of the chaos, (y/n) spotted Jacob in his massive wolf form, locked in combat with a particularly aggressive newborn. Without hesitation, she lunged at the vampire, her powerful jaws closing around their neck and tearing it away in a spray of blood. The severed head dropped to the ground, and the vampire's body crumpled to the earth.

The battle raged on, the forces of good and evil clashing in a symphony of violence. But slowly, the tide began to turn. The newborns, strong though they were, were no match for the combined might of the Cullens, the shapeshifters, Garrett, and (y/n).

As the last of the newborns fell, the battlefield fell silent. Blood-stained and battle-worn, the victorious fighters surveyed the aftermath of their conflict. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

Once the danger had passed, (y/n) allowed her panther form to recede, her body shifting back into that of a human. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the exertion of the battle. Garrett approached her, a mix of relief and admiration in his eyes.

"(y/n)," he began, his voice sincere, "you were incredible out there."

She offered him a weary smile. "We all were. We faced this threat together."

Garrett's gaze held hers, his expression becoming more intense. "Would you do me the honor of joining me for a date? I think we've earned a moment of respite."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, the memory of their shared visions and their bond filling her thoughts. "I would like that," she replied, her smile growing warmer.

Their moment was interrupted by a familiar voice. "You can't date him, (y/n)."

(y/n) turned to see her cousin Paul approaching, his expression clearly displeased. "Paul, what are you doing here?" she asked, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Paul's gaze flickered to Garrett. "He's a vampire, (y/n). You can't trust him."

(y/n) shook her head, her frustration evident. "Paul, you don't get to decide who I can and can't date. This is my choice."

The tension in the air was palpable as Paul's words hung between them. "(y/n), what, you're a leech lover now?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

(y/n)'s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and frustration. Without warning, Paul lunged at her, and she swiftly sidestepped his attack. In one fluid motion, she spun around, delivering a precise kick to his side that sent him stumbling backward. The shock on Paul's face was evident as he struggled to regain his footing.

"Paul, stop!" she snapped, her voice firm. "I won't let you control my life or my choices."

Paul's expression shifted from surprise to fury, and he charged at her again. This time, (y/n) was ready. She expertly blocked his blows, her movements calculated and precise. She deflected his attacks with ease, her frustration fueling her determination.

As Paul's assault grew more frantic, (y/n) found an opening. With a swift kick to his chest, she sent him sprawling to the ground. He lay there, panting and defeated, while (y/n) stood over him, her gaze unwavering.

"You don't get to decide who I can and cannot date," she declared, her voice unwavering. "My choices are my own, and I won't let anyone, not even family, dictate them."

Paul glared up at her, his pride wounded. "You think you're so high and mighty now?"

"No, Paul," (y/n) responded, her tone softer now. "But I do believe in making my own decisions. I'm not a child anymore."

With that, (y/n) turned away from her cousin, her steps purposeful as she walked toward Garrett. He was standing a short distance away, watching the scene unfold. She met his gaze with a determined look, her resolve unshaken.

"Garrett," she said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "I'll be looking forward to that date."

Garrett returned her smile, a mixture of admiration and affection in his eyes. "As will I," he replied.

With one last glance at Paul, (y/n) walked away, leaving behind the tension and the turmoil of their encounter. Her heart was lightened by the knowledge that she was in control of her own destiny, that the choices she made were hers to embrace.

As she and Garrett walked side by side, the promise of their date hanging in the air, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Their bond had been tested by battle and family drama, but their connection remained strong. With each step forward, they were ready to face the challenges of the future together, united against whatever obstacles might arise.

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[Back in *checks notes* May, Writing Prompts posted: 

“What do you mean why did I do this? I did it because I love you,” your girlfriend said confusedly, as if she wasn’t clutching the severed head of another human in her hand.”

My first thought was that this was a girl who belonged in the Varia. So I ran with it. The prompt only shows up indirectly. Humor, No Pairings, T]

So Your (Ex) Girlfriend is an Ax Murderer 

(Dating is hard enough as it is. It's even worse as a member of an elite, slightly eccentric, assassination squad. Good thing there's a built in, supportive (?) Family to help pick up the pieces.)

It was the sound of crying that drew Lussuria into the common room. Contrary to popular belief, crying wasn't an unusual occurrence at Varia HQ. Oh, sometimes it was a grunt who managed to upset Boss-darling and lived to tell the tale. Most of the time it was from new recruits who were suddenly rethinking their life choices. Those tears, though, they were largely reserved for the training grounds. No, if it was coming from the common room, it could only be one person.

Lussuria peeked in, and sure enough, there she was sprawled face down on the sofa. Boy troubles.  He would bet his boa on it.

Poor thing. Lussuria felt instinctively protective of his protegé. On paper, she was a total catch. Deianira was a key member of his Sun Squad medical team for her impeccable ability to not further maim their patients - even when they deserve it! Such a delightful bedside manner~ Not to mention, she could wield a battle ax with the same meticulous precision as her scalpel. So well-rounded! And she was cute as a button to boot, if he could say so himself. Lussuria just couldn't understand why Dee’s relationships didn't work out.

No, that was a lie. He absolutely knew why. It didn't mean he didn't think it was completely fair, though. People could be so judgemental! Everyone has their own silly, little quirks, right? 

The thing with Dee was that she had so much love and passion to give but had an unfortunate habit of placing her affections with the wrong people. Her love language was also something, well, not necessarily an acquired taste but more…niche as it were. And that’s where she really got into trouble.

Lussuria often thought of Deianira as something like a cat leaving behind dead birds as gifts to their beloved human. Unfortunately, the objects of her ardor typically reacted to such gifts just as badly if not worse. It never did bode well for her love life.

It was all very sad of course. Buuuuuut. The stories she told were better than television. All maternal feelings aside, Lussuria was dying to know what happened this time.

“Dee?”  A pause in the sniffling let him know that she heard. The hand that was blindly flapped in his direction let him know he was needed. Lussuria didn't need to be asked twice as he hurried over and perched on the arm of the sofa. “I am here, sweetpea. You just tell Mamma Luss everything.” 

To the casual observer the tale of woe was largely unintelligible.  Lussuria, on the other hand, nodded along, masterfully interpreting the pillow-muffled sounds, squeaks, and wet snuffles.

“Mmhmm mmhmm, I do remember you were seeing someone new. I seem to recall you telling me you were ready to take things to the next level~ 

Uh huh. What? Oh, tissue! Sorry, hun, here you go. Take your time. 

Well certainly it's natural to want to do nice things for the ones we love! And what…um…what nice thing did you decide to do? Yes,yes as one does, of course. 

Such a clean cut! Oh ho! You never fail to impress~ You're welcome. Now who was the gentleman? He was, hmmm? Say, run that name past me one more time, would you? Got it. Thanks, love.  Then what happened?

 OH. HE. DID. NOT.”

“And then he ran awaaaaaaaayy,” Dee wailed. That her ex did so while screaming was simply understood and didn't need to be said.

“There there, love.” Lussuria passed over another tissue that was gratefully accepted. As Deianira wiped her eyes, Luss tapped his index finger against his cheek, working out a thought. “Remind me, how long had the two of you been seeing each other?”

There was a pause as Deianira blew her nose. “It was our third date,” she mumbled into her tissue.

The tapping stopped. “Dee, sweetie. I hate to point it out while you're hurting, but gifting the literal head of your lover's enemy is something you might want to save for when your relationship is a tiiiiiny bit more established.”

Deianira slowly swung her legs around as she listened and pushed herself into a seated position. She lifted her face to Lussuria. It was puffy and streaked with runny mascara. Aw, cupcake. Girl was a mess but nothing a mother couldn't love. Lussuria tenderly squooshed those cheeks between his well-manicured hands.

“...Emmemee?” Deianira asked through a fishy pout.  She blinked heavily, as if emerging from her fog of despair and pulled back out of Lussuria's hands. “Maybe not an enemy per se…” She stopped and shook her head and heaved a sigh. “ No, I know. You're right. God, I'm such an idiot! I just...You know, I really thought we had something.” Dee gestured vaguely, trying to capture the intangible before giving up and resting her cheek on Lussuria's thigh. “I thought he'd understand and see the depth of my love.”

A derisive snort from the corner of the room sent Lussuria's head whipping around.“Not one word out of you!” he scolded the culprit in hushed tones. “I mean it!”

Squalo, however, didn't look nearly as chastened as Lussuria would have liked. He didn't look chastened at all. “Please,” scoffed Captain Sensitivity. Oh, his entire manner was so annoyingly unrepentant. “This is hardly news. She goes through a breakup like every oth-”

Lussuria's scandalized gasp cut him off. “Honestly! Where is your heart?”

“Heh. Funny story about that...HEEEY!” Squalo was forced to duck as Lussuria chucked a decorative pillow at his head.

“That's not what I meant, and you know it.”

Squalo sneered in silent response before shifting focus back to his laptop. That was the goal at any rate, which considering the other occupants of the room was easier said than done. Yes, the situation was annoying. Yes, he could leave, but he was here first, dammit. It was the principle of the thing.

He sighed heavily through his nose when he heard Luss try to subtly clear his throat at him but otherwise Squalo refused to engage. 

Then came the stage whispers.

“Squ-chan…. 

Squ?…

Squ…Squ…Squ…

Squaaaaaloooo!”

“WHAT?!”

He watched Luss out of the corner of his eye making frantic shushing signs and pointing to the lacrimose lump on the sofa. As if he could possibly disturb let alone offend her. Squalo leveled an “are you kidding me” look at his colleague.  Deianira wouldn't notice if a herd of rhinoceros suddenly barrelled into the common room and started yodeling. She was barely into Stage Two of the recovery process, meaning she was now sitting upright, staring into the middle distance, and clutching her ax to her chest like it was the world's deadliest comfort toy. Virtually nothing existed outside of her bubble right now.

Lussuria pursed his lips at him and adjusted his sunglasses before signing <I need you to look something up.>

<Look what up?> Squalo knew, of course, but he wasn't going to make it easy.

 Lussuria knew he knew too and gave an impatient huff. He pointed at Deianira, mimed having his chopped off, and signed the poor bastard's name.

<Fuck off I'm busy.> Another pillow came sailing over with great force. This time it connected. The resulting “VOOII!” was positively balm for Lussuria’s exasperated soul. That's right, Squ. Boss wasn't the only one with a pair of guns. Luss daintily flicked a lock of hair back in place and raised an eyebrow.

<Look up the name, dear. If you please.>

<FINE!> Squalo grumbled to himself about it, but he did do as asked. A moment later, he signed back an affirmative. The headless one was indeed in their system. Apparently, someone else had wanted him dead.

Lussuria delightedly clapped the tips of his fingers together. Goody. That should make cleanup a bit easier this time around. He turned his attention back to Deianira and began dabbing at her face with a tissue.

“Dee? Dee~ee,” Lussuria sang, trying to pull her attention back to the present. “Now why don't you come with me? I've got a beautiful cake cooling in the kitchen that is begging for some decadent chocolate frosting. That might be just the thing to make today a bit brighter!”

Deianira’s eyelids fluttered and she gave a small smile. Feeling encouraged, Lussuria pressed on.

“Aaand~ We'll chat about whether we can't just bill this ungrateful ex for your beautiful handiwork.” This time Dee giggled.

If one didn't know any better, that giggle could easily be classified as “cute”. Squalo did know better and grimaced at the sound. He turned his attention back to the sofa. 

Lussuria was cooing over Deianira’s change in mood. Deianira was. Well. Deianira’s eyes had gone unnaturally wide with interest, her pupils fully dilated. The corner of her smile twitched slightly as she took in Lussuria’s suggestion.

Levi dubbed this particular look of hers “creepy”. While Squalo wouldn't admit out loud to siding with Levi about anything, he was inclined to agree. When Deianira got like this, Squalo half expected her to climb into a window and start making clicking noises at the birds outside.

“I…might have some additional ideas of my own to make sure he pays,” Dee coyly offered up after her moment of contemplation.

“Clever girl. I knew that you would, and I can't wait to hear them!”

“Oh Luss, you're the best! This will be such fun!”

“I know!”

Squalo shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose as the two of them clasped hands and squealed. Stage Two was evidently complete.

The promise of baked goods never failed to summon Belphegor. This instance was no exception. Bel had made his entrance while Lussuria was still coaxing Dee. Not wanting to look too eager, he flopped into an armchair and began to scroll through his phone with practiced indifference. No one in the common room was fooled, with the exception of Dee who hadn't noticed anything. Belphegor bided his time until the two suns left before he got up to pester Squalo for details.

“So what was it this time?” Bel asked as he leaned against Squalo's chair and tried to read over his shoulder. "Burned out car?"

“Severed head.” A scowl formed on Squalo's face in response to the intrusion. Without looking up, he used his right hand to change the angle of his laptop and his left to push back the brat's face. "NOW QUIT HOVERING!"

Bel was completely unperturbed as he danced out of range of the metal hand. He let out a low whistle and started making his way to the door. “Must have had it bad for this one.”

Squalo rolled his eyes. “I guess.” He turned around when he heard Bel's footsteps. “Hey, where are you going, brat?”

"Oh, now you want me to stay? Too late, peasant. You're no fun and the Prince wants cake and gossip.”

“I don't want you to stay,” Squalo scoffed. “I want you to do something.”

“I don't have to.” Belphegor gave an imperious toss of his head. “I'm a prince, not an errand boy,” he declared, but he caught the file thrown at him all the same.

“You're going to the kitchen anyway. Take that file and give it to Miss Man Destroyer.” 

Belphegor smirked, his curiosity piqued. “Shi shi shi, that's cold even for you, Fish Face. You're gonna send her out with a broken heart?” Bel made a show of clutching at pearls. Squalo huffed in annoyance.

“We've got shit to do, you know! How about you try taking an interest in that?” 

Belphagor dismissively waved off Squalo's critique and flipped through the file. “Be kinda funny if the peasant who put in the request was single, though.” He glanced over to see Squalo looking entirely too casual about opening his email. Bel's grin widened viciously. “Wait. Is he?”

Squalo mumbled something, refusing to look at him.

“He is!” Belphagor crowed. “How do you know?”

Squalo ground his teeth a minute before exploding, “FINE! I looked it up, alright!?”

Belphagor was nearly doubled over with his cackling. “Shi Shi shi, aww, I didn't know you were a matchmaker, Captain~” he wheezed.

Squalo launched one of the pillows Luss threw at him earlier straight at Belphagor’s head. Pillows being soft, however, it was not nearly as satisfying as he hoped it would be. It didn't even pause Bel's laughter.

“VOI I'M NOT!!” Squalo crossed his arms and irritably drummed his fingers. “But if she's going to keep doing this, we might as well point her in the right direction and get some damn work done around here.”

*Deianira is the name of one of Hercules's wives who accidentally killed him with a shirt. It was supposed to keep him faithful to her but was poisoned instead. Whoops. Her name can be translated as Man-Destroyer.

[ruckis--rookie]

You know what this has been shaking around in my head like a ping pong ball for a hot minute now and I'm impatient so you're getting a sneak peak: a scene from Order of the Stars. || Edit: Now that I've gotten a full 8 hours sleep I did some spellchecking and revisions. Fix ups in the future are debatable but not impossible; I like how this version turned out.

Here are some content warnings:

- grievous, untreated post-battle injuries

- borderline abusive villainous boss-lackie interaction (tbh a level below Darth Vader or BlackHat)

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The screen flickers a monochromatic grey, dimly highlighting anything that's in front of it. It's maker included.

Geragera sits in his desk chair, slouched in front of the over sized monitor with his chin wedged in the palm of one hand. The other lay sprawled out across the desk, the soft sticky flesh of his index finger rhythmically tapping in irritation to the same beat of an old ticking clock.

Every interval is a second passed. His gills flex as he exhales with exasperation. He's hunched so far over his own desk that his face threatens to graze the surface of the screen. He can practically feel the itch of the static electricity clinging to him. Leaned in as if to see, yet his mind isn't there at all. He stares through the monitor as opposed to directly at it with eyes narrowed in anger. The only thing that tears him out of his own thought is the sudden scent of dirt and iron that hits his gills when he goes to take another deep breath.

He's so deep within his own muddled mind that he almost misses the shift in the room as Baron makes his return from a harrowing defeat. Baron careens forward, his breathing rattled and shallow. He encroaches just near enough to where he can take a knee behind the chair his lordship lounges in.

As well as he tries to mask it, it's very clear his bow is a poor attempt to hide his own body collapsing under the weight of its own injury and exhaustion. All the while Geragera has yet to acknowledge him, or stop tapping his finger. Baron wheezes dryly before being able to find his voice.

"Lord Geragera Guffaw I... I have failed you... I could not complete the task you issued to me... I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

There's a long bout of silence, save for the unwavering makeshift metronome that is Geragera's digit. Baron clears his throat sheepishly and continues.

"He was a lot smarter than we anticipated... I did my best sir, honest..."

On that note the tapping stops, making Baron's heart sink into the depths of his stomach. He almost preferred if Geragera kept tapping. The silence creates tension so unbearable it makes Baron's insides turn. A feeling that worsens as he watches that chair make a slow turn to face him.

Baron's gaze very slowly falls to the floor the more visible Geragera is in his line of sight. Gera glares down at the dark outline of his ally, and then to his weary and frightened, red glowing eyes. His eyes meet Baron's with a piercing glow. Baron swallows hard, fearing what Gera may have planned for him. Gera's pupils shake as he stares down at him, as if trying to figure that out himself. He slides out of his chair and trudges in Baron's direction. Finally, he speaks.

"No, you couldn't have known. That's why I sent you out there."

His words did little to ease the tension. Normally any voice would be soothing after long awkward silence, but Geragera's words cut into Baron like a knife.

"You're one of my strongest forces, you know that?"

He reaches Baron fairly quickly, so when he runs out of walking room, he takes to circling Baron like a shark. It makes Baron curl in on himself, his nose touching the ground.

"You're gifted with the strength and power of a celestial body- a prince from the stars, capable of feats most can only dream of. You can make the shadows, dreams, and winds bend to your will and yet youuu..."

Geragera trails off, putting emphasis on the last word of his previous sentence. He falls silent, at least until he can wrap back around to Baron's upper body. Baron flinches when he feels the movement of Geragera's feet right next to his head. His breath is still. Geragera stares down at him with conviction.

Just as Baron eases up to regulate his breathing it gets caught in his throat as he feels Geragera's frigid hands reach past his chin and grab at the clasps of his cloak. Despite being the same size, if not a little taller than Geragera himself, he's easily hoisted to his feet.

"By a human."

He hisses and gets in Baron's face, forcing him closer as the grip on the chains of his clasp grow tight enough to make Geragera's hand tremble. He bares his teeth in a maddened grin so intensely that it becomes easy to see the blue of his gums.

"A human that has no special powers and owns an enchanted blade that he doesn't even know how to properly wield! You let yourself get beaten by a NEWBIE!"

Baron flinches from the intense scent of mint from Geragera's obsessive dental hygiene practice. His pearl whites are so reflective that even the only light source in the room, the computer, creates a noticeable highlight on his fangs. Baron's forced to steady his stance just as quickly as he's pushed back by Geragera giving him a harsh nudge. Geragera stares him down expectantly, as if waiting for him to make a case for himself. Baron's very quick to justify his own shortcomings, lest he be scolded for not speaking at all. The reprimanding was inevitable, he might as well skip a few steps.

"A-As I said he was a lot smarter and adaptive than I anticipated. In my defense I'm much better at spy work and undercover missions than I am at f-"

"YEAH ya made that pretty obvious with THAT sorry display!"

Geragera turns around with a growl and marches back to his chair, slamming down in it with all his weight before deflating into it. Geragera continues his rant as Baron stares on wordlessly.

"Where's the innovation sweetheart? How many times have I said it-"

He slaps the back of his hand with each syllable as he continues flipping his lid.

"-That strength and wit don't mean SHIT if you can't adapt!"

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing at his tear ducts in the process of frantically trying to calm himself down. Baron can't help but gawp on with bug eyes. Very rarely does he see his master get like this. Then again, it had also been a while since they had tasted bitter failure, as uncontested as Geragera went for what felt like years.

"...to your credit, you did manage to get me some intel. So did Omega when he lost. And Barnibus when he lost..."

Geragera shakes his head and allows his arm to flop onto the arm of his throne.

"I can't deal with this right now. Stop bleeding on my floors and go to the infirmary. You're dismissed."

He straightens up and turns the chair back around to face his desk. Baron gathers at least enough of a voice to murmur one last thing.

"Would it not be easier to get healing from you...? Our contract states you would take care of my needs directly and I think I may-"

"GET OUT."

Geragera slams a fist onto his desk, the cluttered mess on top of it clinking and clattering for all but a second as they hop an inch off the table. Baron takes the hint and stumbles out of the room just about as quickly as he can, leaving Geragera darkness. He looks back up at the screen, making out the shapes of Aleron and his partner in heroics through the electronic interference.

He unclenches his fist and glides his palm across the surface of the table until it finds its way to an audio knob. He fidgets with it. The speakers buzz and whir as he tries to fine tune it. He finagles the knob to a sweet spot where he can pick up on their cheering and gloating.

"Revel in your victory while you still can. With every loss I take I learn a little bit more about you. How you fight, how you think, how you act, how you talk. You have my attention... and I'll make you regret ever being put on the radar."

As he glares daggers into the screen, seeing the kindly looking hero's face makes his expression soften but just the slightest. He resumes talking to himself as if someone were there to listen.

"...Though, things have developed rather interestingly. Haven't they? I would be lying if I didn't say I wasn't at least curious as to where this will end."

He gets a competitive twinkle in his eyes reflected by his goggles. Try as he might to fight it away he can't help but feel his lips twitching into a grin, and the hair on his neck raise in exhilaration.

"Will you rise and earn a seat amongst the stars? Or will you fall like your father before you? Can you be the champion for Neo-Earth The Savior could not? So many possibilities. So many questions. Regardless of the outcome..."

He clasps one hand over the other and rests his elbows on the desk, using that to prop his chin up. He looks up at the screen, the corners of his mouth curling into a twisted smile. He chuckles darkly while ogling the two rising stars.

"Now it's my turn to play~"

.....His brows furrow upon hearing a scraping noise, and the smell of sweet citrus. He swivels his chair around so fast that he nearly falls out of it, only to discover one of his own bots in charge of house maintenance having intruded and started scrubbing away the mess Baron had trailed on his way out with a scrub brush.

He peers at it with an incredulous expression. It looks up at its creator and gives a thumbs up with an open smile, looking so proud to be fulfilling its duties. Geragera exhales tiredly and slams into the back of his chair, the force slowly drifting him to face a wall that he purses his lips and squints at.

[silverynight]

Underworld

<---Previous

Part XI

Mina knows she'll be fine, it's just another little visit to the mortal world; she's done that before and she can do it again.

However, she's still as careful as she can; the mortals sometimes are curious and she doesn't want her presence to be noticed, at least not yet.

She just wants to see Midoriya from afar.

The book feels heavy in her hands and she knows the little kids are wandering lost down there, but Mina needs to know, she must find out if there's hope for her explosive boss.

And then she sees him; Midoriya is taking care of his field, making things grow and work as they used to be, bringing life as he's supposed to do. The clothes he's wearing are different from what he was wearing in the Underworld, but they're also really pretty.

He's smiling and for a moment Mina hesitates, she wonders if this is the right thing to do. Perhaps Midoriya is happier and safer here; it's true that he helped a lot of people on the other side, but that doesn't mean he's destined to be there...

And yet Bakugo is very much in love with him and misses him to the point it physically hurts him.

She takes a step back, but it's too late: Midoriya has spotted her and now he's practically running towards her with a beautiful smile on his face.

Suddenly he pulls her into his arms and lifts her from the ground for a couple of seconds. Mina melts into the hug and realizes that even though she's worried about Bakugo, she also missed Midoriya herself.

They're friends.

"Tell me," Midoriya mumbles, cheeks turning slightly pink as he speaks: "How is he?"

Mina has to hold back a smile, because just at that moment she realizes that there's hope for the God of the dead after all.

"Well... He's grumpy, but when is he not?" She says and even though that makes Midoriya smile a little, the joy doesn't reach his pretty eyes. "He... misses you quite a lot and feels bad about what he did."

Midoriya looks away right before wiping a couple of tears off his eyes.

"I miss him too, I miss everyone," he whispers. "But I... Maybe this is where I'm supposed to be. I'm not dead yet after all."

It's so obvious that he wants to go back that Mina is tempted to encourage him... But, at the same time, she knows that he likes the mortal world as well; he helps a lot of people here.

"What about you and the others? What about Dynamight?"

Mina is hesitat to tell him the truth, but she also knows she can't hide anything from him either, because she did that once and he doesn't deserve that again.

She wants to do things the right way this time so she tells him the truth.

"Poor Dynamight!" Midoriya laments. "Oh please tell Kirishima and Kaminari to leave him in my... in that room if they can..."

Mina nods, knowing she'll have to talk with them in secret because... Bakugo will surely explode if he finds out.

"Okay... But I can't promise anything."

"What about the souls?"

Mina sighs, but shows him the three names in her book.

"Children?"

"Yes."

She can tell it hurts Midoriya and that he's tempted to go back, but he's struggling as well. It seems he's having an internal battle with himself because he shakes his head after a couple of seconds before making appear three beautiful flower crowns.

"Give them these and tell them they'll be fine," Midoriya whispers, wiping another couple of tears off his face.

Mina nods even though she doesn't know if it's going to work.

"I remember you."

The voice startles her, but fortunately she's already taken the crowns and hidden them before the god appeared.

Todoroki Shoto, the powerful and talented son of one of the most important gods. He immediately stands in between Midoriya and her as if he's trying to shield him.

Mina tries not to feel offended.

"You payed him a visit last time," Todoroki continues, glaring at her. "Right before he disappeared."

That young god is not only powerful but smart as well, which is very unfortunate for her.

"That doesn't make her responsible for what happened!" Midoriya protests, although he pouts, before taking one of Todoroki's hand in his.

"But maybe she knows..."

"Hey, Shoto," Midoriya cuts him off, but he's very sweet and gentle when he does, he even cradles the god's face in his hands and as Mina predicts, he melts right into the touch. "I told you that wasn't going to happen again, remember? I'm not going anywhere..."

Maybe Bakugo doesn't have that much hope after all...

Although Mina refuses to believe that.

"Besides, she has a lot of things to do..." Midoriya gives her a look and she understands immediately that it's better for her to go.

It's more than obvious that Midoriya hasn't told his friend, perhaps none of them, what happened, at least not all of it.

He pulls Todoroki into his arms and although the god returns his embrace softly, it looks like (for a moment) he'd do anything to keep hugging Midoriya forever.

Todoroki glares at her over Midoriya's freckled shoulder and Mina knows that he's making connections in his mind... He knows something and he is not going to let it go.

Which means she's in trouble.

***

Todoroki stays with him for a while, he seems to have relaxed a bit, especially after Izuku sits under a tree and allows his friend to lie down next to him and use his lap as a pillow.

He doesn't bring Ashido up again, but Izuku is still worried about what happened.

"Do you like this place, Izuku?" He asks suddenly, staring up at him as the green haired demigod runs his fingers through his mismatched hair.

"Of course I do!" Izuku chuckles as he points around him. "This is my field and I'm very proud of it!"

"No, I mean..." Todoroki takes his hand, surprising Izuku a bit and making him turn red when he presses a kiss to his palm. "I mean the mortal world."

For some reason the sentence makes him nervous, he feels like it's a trick or something like that. Part of him is tempted to tell him all about the underworld and the things he saw there that Izuku loved... But then he would have to tell him about what happened.

And it seems like Todoroki is not ready to hear that, at least not the whole story.

"Of course I like the mortal world!" Izuku says, which is entirely true.

"Is there no other place you'd rather be?" As he says this, Todoroki intertwines their fingers together, he's very gentle, but for a moment Izuku has the feeling that his friend is afraid to let go of him.

"No," he mumbles, but this time he lies.

"I'm glad," Todoroki smiles, before rising into to a sitting position again. He wraps his arms around Izuku and pulls him closer to his chest before kissing the other's cheek. "It's... I'm scared of losing you again."

"You won't. I told you I'm not going anywhere."

"I know."

Instead of keeping him company for a couple of hours, Todoroki stays the whole day with him in the field and even walks him home when it's dark again.

He kisses Izuku's forehead as a goodbye.

"I'll come back tomorrow," he says before shaking his head. "Well, I have something to take care of first, but I hope it doesn't take me long."

Even though his friend is smiling, Izuku suddenly has a bad feeling...

***

It's not the same without Midoriya around, but the flower crowns do cheer the little kids up a bit. Mina even finds herself chuckling when later that day Kirishima and Kaminari get excited about the messages Midoriya sent them.

And then Bakugo rushes inside the castle and steps right front of her like a desperate man or desperate god, if she wants to be more accurate about it...

"Is Izuku back? Is he here?"

Mina blinks a few times, confused, but then–

"I saw a couple of children with flower crowns... New ones."

"I'm sorry... I–I payed him a visit. He gave me the flowers for them."

Instead of getting angry, like he would years ago, Bakugo nods, almost devastated; his shoulders fall and it's obvious that he misses Midoriya more than anything.

"Is he alright?"

"Yes."

Mina can tell Bakugo is aching to ask more, to ask if Midoriya said something about him... If he misses him, but he shakes his head slightly and turns around to go back to work.

It's heartbreaking.

Which is why she decides not to worry him even more, although she has the feeling that she should mention about what happened with Todoroki, because it seems like it could be a problem.

She just hopes she's wrong.

***

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[inkedreverie]

you are the kindest thing to ever happen to me.

pairing: andy barber x female reader

warnings: implications of anxiety and depression. reader has abandonment issues/trust issues. angst. angst with a happy ending.

summary: As things start to get more serious with your boyfriend, Andy. You find yourself battling a bad case of cold feet.

a/n: hello! i'm back with another repost from my old blog. this one was a very self indulgent fic and is one of my favorites since i whipped this up based on a personal dream i had. comments/ reblogs or any kind of feedback is highly appreciated & encouraged!

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“I think we should break up.” Y/N breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. She’s thought about it over and over, and she almost regrets it as she sees the look of hurt and confusion plastered on his face. But deep down she knows it’s the right thing to do. So why does this feel wrong?

“I��,” Andy trips over his words as he runs a hand through his tousled hair. “I don’t understand. Have I done something? Where is this coming from?”

They’ve been dating for a few months. For the most part it’s been wonderful. He’s been understanding on her bad days, he’d given her her space when she needed it, comforted her with warm bear hugs and occasionally a quick peck on the cheek during her break downs. He’s been more than perfect. But as of late she feels herself shutting down, pushing him away.

 The events of last week invade her mind— It had been one of those days. Everything had seemed to be going wrong. From the moment she woke up, followed all the way into the evening. Her anxiety had somehow combined into depression. And it certainly didn’t help that she’d woken up to her boss firing her.

Andy had brought in Chinese take out from their favorite restaurant. All the things that had gone wrong that day, along with every regret or mistake she had made had seemed to jumble all together into one big ball of thoughts and memories. And it had come on so fast and out of nowhere, she had a hard time fighting back the tears all the way through dinner. Usually she could ignore the negative voice in her head, today though, it came with a vengeance that was making it hard for her to silence.

And no matter how hard she had tried to pretend that she was fine, Andy knew she wasn’t her normal self. He had managed to pick up on the signs rather quickly throughout their relationship. It was actually one of the reasons she loved him. Rarely did she have to come out and say it. Y/N was mostly quiet during dinner, which was unusual since Chinese was her favorite and most of the time it cheered her up.

Y/N was trying to avoid eye contact for the most part. Her head dipped down, aimlessly stirring the lo mein noodles in her bowl. She didn’t dare look up at him, afraid he’d see right through her façade or spot her watery eyes that she was desperately hoping wouldn’t brim over. 

Andy had to hold most of the conversation throughout the evening. He’d asked her how her day was and she had responded with a simple, “Fine” followed by a shrug of her shoulders. And when he had asked her if she was okay, by that time she had more control of her emotions.  Forcing a fake, slanted smile across her lips, she responds with,“Yeah, I’m good.” 

Shortly after that, Y/N had excused herself. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” Another lie. Andy responded with a nod, as he began to wash the dishes. She couldn’t fight her emotions anymore. And she most certainly wasn’t going to ruin his night by having a breakdown right in front of him. He had enough going on right now with Jacob. The knot in her throat increasingly began to tighten from the tears she refused to let free. She made her way past the bathroom and into the bedroom. 

Multiple tears began to overflow before her body could even hit the bed, and before she could grab the decorative pillow to muffle her cries. All of it comes crashing down at full force. She can feel the self hatred start to pour in after a few seconds. Y/N couldn’t ignore the voices anymore. You’re not good enough. You need to let him go, he’s just going to leave you eventually, you’re only holding him back while he’s with you, he deserves better than you…

 She wanted to scream. Oh how she wished it would just stop. Y/N hates this, hates how much control her issues have over her, hates how she’s morphed into this person that’s unrecognizable. Most of all, she hates that she put Andy through all of that. 

Deep down she knows he probably didn’t buy any ounce of the lies she told. Or the failed attempt she made at masking her sadness. He’s told her time and time again that he’s there for her, that she can vent to him whenever she needs to. Especially that she doesn’t have to hide her feelings from him. 

And it surely isn’t Andy’s fault. He’s shown her multiple times that he can be trusted. That he’s one of the last people that will judge her for it. Yet she still finds herself struggling to fully open up to him. To fully trust him. 

Y/N didn’t have the easiest upbringing in her childhood. She rarely had anyone to rely on. Her mother would leave her on a pure whim on several occasions, never knowing when she’d come back, which led her having to rely on herself and over the years realizing she could never trust her Mom the way any other child had the privilege of doing.

Before Andy , Y/N found herself never really fully committing. She had been hurt enough times in her life, and frankly she didn’t want to go through that pain again. Many nights she found herself in the bed of someone she had met the prior night, then leaving before they got the wrong idea or before she let herself become attached. 

All of that had come to a halt when she met Andy Barber. He was different from her past boyfriends and on their third  date she found herself wanting to open up. He was so easy to talk to that she felt the mental wall she had built, dispersing. He had a very comforting presence from the very start. So much so that for a while, she had forgotten that she had any trust or abandonment issues. It hasn’t been until very recently that she finds herself scared. Scared of being vulnerable. Scared by the commitment of it all. She thought that she had grown— no , healed from this. 

Things were getting serious.  He was talking to her about meeting his parents and wanting to talk about their future, which in turn makes her want to bolt, despite the love she has for him. To her, it feels only a mere seconds have passed by but in reality, she’s spent several minutes sobbing into the pillow, now curled up into a fetal position.

In the other room, Andy finishes cleaning the final pair of dishes. He’s hesitant. He knows something’s wrong. The signs were all there.  The way she looked down at her food, the awkward silence, the crack in her voice when she told him she was fine. He knows that Y/N  likes her space but he’s got this nagging feeling he needs to check on her.

He drops the washcloth on the edge of the sink and makes his way down the hallway. He can already hear her sobbing before he reaches the entryway of the bedroom. Quietly, he makes his way over to her. She’s now laying on her stomach, face still pressed against the pillow. 

Y/N feels a shift in the weight of the bed. Her sobs have lessened but she’s still struggling to calm down her ragged breathing. A warm hand caresses her lower back, moving in slow circles. 

“Hey..,” she mumbles, sitting up on the bed. Cheeks still stain with tears.

“I thought we talked about this? How you don’t have to hide your feelings from me?” Y/N looks down, absent-mindedly playing with the fringe on the pillow.

“I didn’t want to ruin your night,” Y/N’s shoulders slump. “I also didn’t want to be a burden, y’know?”

“You’re not a burden. How many times do I have to tell you before it sinks in?” Andy’s hand reaches up to cup her face, his thumb wiping away the rest of her tears.

Her lips form into a half smile and there’s a small twinkle in her eyes. “Probably a hundred more times.” Her hand reaches up to clasp over the back of his palm. “I’m sorry.” Y/N turns to kiss the inside of his hand before he pulls it away.

Andy lets out another sigh. His heart aches. He hates seeing her like this. And knowing there’s very little he can do to help it. He’d gladly take all the hurt and pain away if he could. “You never need to apologize for crying .” 

“No. It’s not that. I feel like I ruined our night.” Y/N mumbles, looking up at him through dark lashes. Even now she still finds it hard to look at him. How could she have been so stupid? She doesn’t deserve him.

“You didn’t ruin anything. Come here.” She manages to look up at him before scooting over and wrapping both arms around his waist. The warmth of his body heat, along with his big arms slinking around her lower back. The hum of his heart beat and the rhythm of his calm breathing soothes her. Y/N feels him press a soft kiss to the top of her head, followed by him whispering, “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart,” which she nods her head to.

Y/N’s brought back to reality at the touch of Andy’s hands on her shoulders, brows still furrowed in confusion. “Y/N, talk to me.” 

She pulls away, wrapping her arms around herself. “You haven’t done anything. I—I just think we need a break.” Y/N dips her head down once again. She feels her heart sink. 

Andy cups her face, lifting her chin up. “I feel like you’re pushing me away.”

Y/N takes both of his hands in hers, “That’s why we need a break. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.” She feels her throat tighten, eyes burning, tears threatening to brim over.

“I’ve packed my things to make this easier on both of us.” Y//N reached for her suitcase she had packed a few hours ago but her boyfriend’s voice stops her.

“Y/N, don’t go. You just got fired. Why don’t you stay until you’re back on your feet?”

Y/N bit down her bottom lip, contemplating. It definitely would be easier instead of going back to her small, sad apartment, panicking to find her next job. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Just until you get on your feet.” His hand reaches up to grab hers. And how can she say no to him when he’s looking at her like this—soft blue eyes, pleading, begging for her to stay.  Brows raised in anticipation, hoping she’ll say yes. Even if it’s just for tonight because he’s not ready to let her go. And he doesn’t know how to cope with the thought of her walking out that door or the fact that the other side of the bed is going to be cold and empty.

She sighs in defeat, lips curling up into a faint smile. Deep down she knows she shouldn’t, that it’s just going to make it harder when she finally does leave. But she can’t find it in her heart to walk out that door, not like this. “Okay.”

—

A few weeks later .

Y/N made a promise to herself that she was going to get herself a job and she was moving out as soon as she could. Andy had been very supportive. While she was desperately looking for a new job, he was paying for all of her groceries, along with the rent that was due for the apartment. Y/N thought it was hardly fair but when she’d protest and say “no”, Andy wouldn’t budge. He was determined to help her any way he could. 

Nights were lonely. Since Y/N knew she was eventually leaving, Andy and her agreed they’d stay in separate rooms. For months, he had gotten used to her next to him. He missed the warmth of her body, tangled in the twisted sheets. Missed seeing her face the moment he woke up. 

Y/N struggled the first few nights as well. She twisted and turned. She was halfway  tempted to just storm out the room and crawl into his bed just so she could be in his arms again. She really had underestimated how hard this would be. 

The next evening, Andy and Y/N both sat down for dinner like they always did. 

“So, I wanted to ask you something,” Andy blurts out, setting his napkin down. 

“Okay. What is it?” 

“I was thinking,” He places his palm on the back of hers, forcing a nervous smile. “I know you’re moving out eventually. You’ve been working real hard at finding a job — and I’m really proud of you, I am. But having you here this week, it’s got me thinking about giving us one more shot, if you’re willing.”

Oh.  

Crestfallen, she pulls her hand back.  Oh no. This was a mistake .

“Andy, I meant what I said.”

“I understand that. But what if we tried to work through this?”  His heart wrenches in his chest. He knows it’s a long shot and he doesn’t want it to come off like he doesn’t respect her or the boundaries she’s setting.

But the longer she’s stayed, the harder it is to come to terms with her leaving him permanently.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Andy slams his fist on the table in frustration. “Will you just listen!? Stop pushing me away!” Usually he does his best to keep his anger in check but he’s running on low fuel and emotions have been high.

“You think I want to do this?” Y/N snaps. “That I want to leave? I don’t. But, Andy… If I hurt you anymore, I won’t be able to forgive myself.” Y/N shakes her head. Scooting back in the chair, she stands up, beginning to walk away until she feels Andy’s hand on her wrist. “Then don’t.” He whispers. Andy rises from his seat, holding both of her hands in his.

Y/N exhales, turning to face him. “It’s not that simple. And you know it.”

“You’re pushing me away. You’re scared. You’re scared I’ll hurt you so you’re running away.” Andy cups her face and she can’t help but melt into his touch. “You’re not your past. Y/N, You're worthy of love. Don’t push me away.” His words hit her like a train. Y/N knows he’s right and he does too.  This time when her eyes burn, she doesn’t fight it. She shakes her head, tears sliding down her cheeks. She can feel her mental walls slowly breaking. 

“You’ll get tired of me.” Y/N sniffles, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.

“Sweetheart, no.” Andy slinks his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. “I’ll never tire of you. Tell me what I need to do and I’ll be whatever you need.”

“You promise?” Y/N sighs, head resting against his chest.”

“I promise.”

[pikolswonderland]

Okay so you guys seemed to enjoy my post about my Yamask!Ingo AU, so I wanted to expand upon and explain this AU in a bit more detail, so here we go. Also this is gonna be VERY long so be prepared.

Essentially this takes place sometime after Akari’s battle against Volo and Giratina, Hisui is saved and while the space-time rifts are still occurring, they’ve been getting less and less frequent. Since stakes have greatly lowered, Akari decides to use her spare time to help Ingo get his memories back. This goes on for a few months, and by that point Ingo has regained several of his key memories, such as being from future Unova, his job as the Subway Boss, and most recently: Emmet. Obviously as Ingo regains more and more of his memories, the more he begins to feel out-of-place here in Hisui, and how much he wants to return home. Akari knows this and starts trying everything in her power to send him to his original time period.

One day, as Ingo, Akari, and Lady Sneasler are investigating one of the rifts on a mountain to find out how to send him home, the distortion from the rift triggers an avalanche. Lady Sneasler manages to save Akari from the oncoming snow, but Ingo gets caught in the crossfire, and ends up being killed as a result of his injuries. Akari is devastated as a result, not just from the loss of her friend, but knowing he would die never having gotten home. This leads her to Spear Pillar, where she makes a prayer to Arceus that there must be SOME way for him to go home. Thankfully, as Arceus’s champion, they listened, and tells Akari that they can send him home alive, just not in a human form. Arceus then turns Ingo’s dormant soul into a yamask, and sends him back to present-day Unova.

Meanwhile, Emmet has been barely holding on in his brother’s absence. The rifts that connect Hisui and the present era are parallel, so as Ingo has spent a year-and-a-half in Hisui, the same amount of time has passed in Unova. Emmet had become incredibly depressed during this period, although things have improved a bit, he’s still struggling to accept his dear brother may be gone forever. One day, he has a strange dream that night, where he’s following Ingo down a dark tunnel, and when Ingo turns to face him, he’s wearing a silver mask of his face, and Emmet wakes up (Emmet doesn’t realise that this is a message from Arceus about Ingo’s whereabouts and condition).

The next day Emmet heads out to work and operate the Battle Subway for the day (The subway system runs 24/7, but the Battle Subway specifically is only open during the day). Everything goes normal for the day until right before he decides to head home, he gets in a report from the Gear Station workers about a wild Pokémon in the underground tunnels, so Emmet goes to deal with the issue. After some exploration he finds what the worker had reported about: A harmless yamask, nothing too hard or serious, right? Well what Emmet has not realised yet is that yamask is, in fact, Ingo, who has spent the last 24 hours wandering the tunnels while also trying to process realising-your-own-death-and-becoming-a-Pokémon-as-well.

So obviously in that moment Ingo realises he’s literally now facing his long-lost brother, who has not realised who the latter is quite yet, and goes NUTS. So Emmet is now confused as this yamask starts frantically pointing at its mask and at him, and he doesn’t realise what’s happening until he takes a closer look at the mask and realises what’s exactly is going on: This yamask is actually his missing brother. Emmet and Ingo start breaking down into happy tears as the two are FINALLY reunited once more, Emmet then scoops up Ingo into his arms and runs home to process everything that’s happening.

After a bit the realisation kicks into Emmet that…well…Ingo is a GHOST NOW. Que Emmet bombarding Ingo with questions about what the fuck happened to him, while Ingo can only reply by writing everything out because he can’t talk now. While Emmet isn’t quite sure of what he was expecting, he probably wasn’t ready to see Ingo explain this entire freaking SAGA involving time-travel, amnesia, isekai, actual GODS and more.

Yeah thats gonna be really fun to tell their therapist. Their conversations from then on were basically like:

Ingo, writing down on a notepad: So then as we threw the Origin Ball at them, there was this giant explosion on light…aaannnddd then Spear Pillar was destroyed, trust me, it was INSANE. It worked though and we were mostly unharmed.

Emmet: What?! You saw the destruction of Spear Pillar, this just keeps getting even crazier, go on!

Elesa, who has been here for the last 20 minutes after getting a call from a Gear Station worker asking to check in on Emmet listening to all of this shit:

That’s it for now, I’ll continue this in another post, but this is mostly the initial setup for what’s happening.

[megumar]

a moment after Jevil's boss battle, from his point of view.

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"LIGHTNERS! FROM INSIDE YOUR LITTLE CELL!! TAKE THIS AND DO YOUR STRONGEST---!"

After the revolving battle, the agent of chaos metamorphosed into a J-shaped tail and lets himself into the human’s pocket to join the heroes on their mischievous future adventures. POP! He had turned back into his regular form once he sets himself on the dark space.

"OOH~? HEE HEE! A NOVEL FREEDOM HAS BEEN FOUND INSIDE THE LIGHTNER’S POCKET! HOW INTRIGUING, INTRIGUING~!"

He proceeds to wander around. Although there's probably not much to see inside the human's pocket, but certainly, there are a few things that piqued the curious clown's interests. He spotted a plenty of familiar star-shaped confections, some heart-shaped doughnuts, and... an unhealthy amount of diamond-shaped chocolates.

"ONE, TWO, THREE HEALING ITEMS LAYING AROUND HERE AND THERE… IF I CONSUME THESE IN SECRET, WILL THEY BE AWARE~?"

The snickering devil then attempts to take and eat one, if not some of the healing items that he spotted. But before he get to even touch them, unexpectedly, he heard a very familiar voice speaking from behind him, left him frozen still upon hearing it for a moment.

"You defeated him!? You REALLY defeated him!?"

All of a sudden, a sort of screen projection appears behind him, it shows what the human’s vision looked like, as they’re currently talking with the very familiar ragdoll inside their shop. The shocked golden-eyed then turns around and watches the projection astonishingly.

"I see… Perhaps you three may truly be “Heroes” after all…"

The old shopkeeper then smiles, but it is unlike their previous eerie grimaces. It looks like as though... they are recalling one of their most treasured memories.

"He… was a funny little man. Once, the court jester. I, the court magician."

The still astonished imp keeps watching the projection silently and thoroughly.

"A friend…? Could I consider him a friend…? Perhaps, perhaps not. But he was the only one who matched me in the games we used to play."

The stuffed toy cat continues to tell the rest of their tale to the heroes, particularly about their old companion who was the former court jester himself. During the story time, the storyteller slowly looks down, and after a while, they put on a pensive expression.

"Reflecting on these old memories, I think, perhaps… I miss playing games with him."

The jester's purple mittens began to wrinkle as he tightly clenches his fists.

"And I wonder, if I hadn’t been asked to lock him up… Would I have found a little more purpose in my life…?"

After hearing all of the mournful feline’s words, a load of tears began to run down quietly from the wistful imp’s glassy eyes, while he wears a sorrowful puckered up face, and his whole body quivering in place, filled with regret and longing in the middle of a dark pocket space...

Moments later, after the heroes left the cloth-layered shop, the weeping jester then wipes his tears and sits down slowly.

"… Do your strongest, Lightners… From inside your little cell…"

(next)

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

( GOD LOVES YOU, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU. )

chara : bruno bucciarati fandom : jojo's bizarre adventure quote cr : c.p. cavafy ; ethel cain

one. BUT YOU ARE NOT MADE OF HOLY BEINGS, HANDS BLOODIED AND BRUISED FROM THE GOOD & EVIL ROOTED IN THE VEINS OF THE CITY YOU CALL HOME. so you'll stand in the cathedral, close your eyes and fill your lungs with catastrophe, listen to what the beating of a heart tells you. how frayed the strings and sinews are, nearly on the verge of break, and how desperately you salvage it all for the sake of others and not yourself.

IN THE CATHEDRAL, YOUR HEART TELLS YOU THERE IS NO SAFE PASSAGE HERE.

something hurts : a burning that takes hold of your being, ignites and wraps itself around your ribs. you open your eyes, focus on the figure in white. bruno bucciarati stands by your side, gaze distant, traced with melancholy as blue eyes observe the angels depicted on the walls of divinity.

"the angels are beautiful here." his voice breaks an empty and harsh silence, and even the warmth of his hand on yours is not enough to ease the pressure that weighs heavy on your chest. "i hope to see them again."

it is hard to breathe. something hurts.

( IN THE CATHEDRAL, YOUR HEART TELLS YOU THIS WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF THE END. )

two. MY LOVE, DID YOU FORGET THAT FATE IS A FICKLE BEING? she knows nothing but cruelty and depravity, merciless in the most unjust ways. BE WARY OF HER ; she will be the one to bring you to ruin and take him away, over and over and over again until he is an empty vessel of someone who once loved so dearly.

something hurts. it digs into your skin, festers in your blood. your heart races in the late hours and you do not know why.

"it doesn't do good to overthink." bruno tells you, voice gentle and filled with sleep. he glances at the clock, watches the moonlight trace your features, nearly smiles at such a beautiful sight. "come, lay closer to me."

so you scoot towards him, feel his arms around your figure. how strange that your nerves remain on edge, even in the hold of someone you love. you swallow hard, let out a shaky breath. you wish to ask him about fate-- who she is, how she binds your bloodied hands but leaves that red thread between your souls. but there is something in this moment that sends a shiver down your spine, tells you that it is better to live in oblivion, because somehow, it will hurt all the more in the end. so you remain silent, taste something bitter and obscure on the tip of your tongue.

"you're cold, love."

"as are you." he murmurs, hold tightening as he pulls the blanket over your bodies. "sleep, it'll be warm soon."

( something hurts. iron lingers on your tongue. you fall asleep to the feeling of his lips against your temple. )

three. YOU DREAMT OF THOSE ANGELS, DIDN'T YOU? you dreamt of those angels, wake up to tears trailing down your face. it is a sunny morning, gentle in her light. you rest your head against bruno's chest, anchor yourself to the present with the sound of his heartbeat.

alive, alive, alive alive alive alive. living.

something hurts.

( SOMETHING IS DREADFULLY WRONG. )

four. & THOSE WHO BETRAY ARE THE MOST WRETCHED OF ALL , so you run and you run, life thrown into chaos and the wonder of when your survival ends. to betray the boss is a death sentence, but it is a path you will walk without hesitation. your loyalty has always been true, has always guided you well.

it will be okay in the end. it has to be.

fatigue wears you thin, exhaustion on your visage. you try to hide it, knowing that you are not alone in this battle, but he has always managed to see through you. crimson runs down your cheek, your chest heavy and tight. bruno approaches you, wipes it away wordlessly, but in his touch there is an i'm sorry, i should have done better to protect you, and somewhere, you think he will carry that regret with him until he no longer can.

"you're cold, bruno."

he stills, offers a worn smile as his hand falls to his side lifelessly. he should not have dragged you into this. how sorrowful this will be at the end of all. this cruelty will be unfitting for someone as kind as you.

"whatever you're thinking," you begin, watching the grief that surfaces on his countenance, "don't apologize." you wince, feel the sting of the wounds that adorn your body. "i don't regret joining your side, not one bit. so don't start thinking otherwise. besides," you force a smile through it all, "we've gotta go back and see those angels after this is all over, right?"

something hurts. it is not supposed to. bruno tries to take a deep breath, but it feels unnatural, feels wrong. this is all so very wrong. but he ignores the pain, offers a quiet chuckle.

"you're right. forgive me for doubting myself."

( HOW TRAGIC FATE IS : LOVERS BOUND BY WEARY HEARTS ; ONE BEATING, ONE STILL. )

[addisonrottmnt]

Rise Donnie x fem reader

The new teenage mutant ninja turtle

You were hiding behind one of the knock down cars so the Krang don’t see you. You got split up from the Turtles because you guys were trying to hide from krang you call Donnie on your phone when Donnie saw it was you he answered right away

Donnie: Y/N were are you are you in a spot were the krang won’t see you

Y/N: yeah I’m behind a knock down car

Donnie: ok good I be there right way just don’t move from that spot

Y/N: ok [gasp]

Donnie herded a crash on his phone his eyes widened in fear

Donnie: Y/N !

Your phone was on the ground you were shaking because the krang boss was right in front of you

Krang boss: well looks like I found you human

Donnie: Y/N! Get out of there Run!

You try to run way but the krang boss group your arm you try to break free from it

Y/N: let go of my arm !

Donnie jumps to building to building an spot you

Donnie: let her go!

Krang boss: I don’t think so

he flew down and kicks the boss krang in the face then his grip loosens on your arm and you got it out of the krang boss grasp

Y/N: Donnie

You ran to him and hug him and you had tears in your eyes

Y/N:[sob]

Donnie: so glad your safe

You look up at him and he wipes all of the tears off your face

Y/N: Donnie I love-

Before you could finish your sentence the krang boss grabbed your both arms an try to pull you in to the portal

Donnie: No!

Donnie raps his arms around your waist an he try’s to pull you back but the other two krang were fighting him after he defeated the two other krang he realize you were on the other side of the portal

Donnie: No No!

He made it through the portal before it closed

Y/N: Donnie!

When Donnie saw you his eyes widened when he saw you in the krang goo

Donnie: let her go I’m not scared to fight you

Krang boss: you seem to care about this human

Donnie: yes I do she my best friend and I never gut chance to say I love her

Krang boss : Ha Hahaha

Y/N: Donnie

And out of nowhere the krang goo got on Donnie he try to get out of it. Your eyes widened when you saw Donnie in the krang goo

Y/N: Donnie!

Donnie: Y/N I’m alright just hang in there I’m coming to get you

Krang boss: I’m not sure that going to happen

You realize the glowing green was in the krang goo you realize your body was starting hurt so bad you were in pain you screamed so loudly it hurt so much when Donnie eyes were wide and filled with tears because hates to see you in so much pain you had tears in your eyes to when the pain finally stop the krang goo slip off you. You were pass out down on the floor. When Donnie saw you mutant’s in to he was shock you had a soft shell and you look just like him but female. Donnie finally got out of the krang goo right before he could attack a blue portal open his other three brothers show up. Leo made three portals and all three of them kicked the three krang through the portal the portal closed up the other three brothers check on Donnie

Leo: Donnie are you okay

Donnie: y-yeah

Mikey: are you ok dee

Donnie: yeah-[gasp] Y/N!

Donnie runs towards you he picks you up in bridle style

Donnie: Y/N please wack up [sob] please I love you

Y/N: Donnie

Donnie: Y/N! You’re okay

Donnie puts you Down slowly and hugs you. You hug him back

Y/N: what happened

You look down at your hands and you realize they look just like Donnie’s hands

Y/N: oh my god I look like you guys and I have a shell

Donnie: you have a soft shell don’t worry I will make a battle shell

Donnie had his two hands on your shoulders an you look up at him with a smile

Mikey: wow Y/N that you

Y/N: yep

Mikey: I can make a bandanna for you oh boy we got a new team member

Leo: well looks like the bad guys are out numbered because there are five teenage mutant ninja turtles now!

Raph: oh yeah!

Donnie: hey Y/N I want to say I love

Donnie rubbed back of his neck nervously an out of nowhere you kiss him on lips Donnie was shock his eyes were wide

Y/N: oh sorry I didn’t mean to shock you I thought you were going to say you love me-

All of the sudden Donnie kiss you on the lips after you guys pulled part you and Donnie hug

This is a drawing of Y/N As a teenage mutant ninja turtle

[housano]

A completely "abridged" and unhinged Virtual Festa Royale summary

Part 1

MC: Virtual Reality Battle Royale?

Ryekie: Virtual Reality Battle!

Akashi: MC I want to be on your team

RNG: NOT ON MY WATCH

MC: Well sucks to suck Akashi

Akashi: 😭

*Enter the virtual reality world*

Terminal: Hey Mary Sue/ Gary Stu, here's your team, Sarah from Gumbal- I mean Cerastium, Shaft, Toshundere and some random try hard

MC: Okies

Cerastium: OMG your in Justice's office. Tell me! What are his hobbies? What does he smell like? Does he like boiled bunnies?

MC: Boiled wha-

Cerastium: Oh hey new people!

Toshu: hello

Shaft: If you close your eyes, you can pretend I'm Shennong!

Try hard: I'm reXer. I am the god of video games and I will carry you to victory. Winning is everything and that is the plotpoint for me.

MC: Why?

reXer: That's in Part 5

Shadow figure enters vr room in the real world. dun. dun. DUUUUUUUUNNN

Part 2-3

reXer: 🎶 I'm the best. Around. Nothing's ever gonna keep me down🎶

Terminal: You're dead fucking last

reXer: *shocked pikachu face*

Toshu: * Proceeds to verballly eviscerate reXer*

Shaft: Teamwork

Ceras: Justice

MC: Availability for flirt option in LIVE A HERO!

*Meets Ryekie's Team and Pubra-chan*

MC: Omg Pubra-cha-

Ceras: JUSTICE-SAMA! Give me your justice!

Ryekie: It's my justice! Not yours!

Ceras: Dejection!

Ryekie: I'm off to where I hope nothing bad happens to me!

Part 4

Kouki: Alchiba is annoying

Alchiba: Why am I with children?

Rutilix: Where's my king?

Anon:.....

Round 1 fight

Anon: Cheat codes!

Toshu: Ack water!

Ceras: My shield, like my dogma is shattered!

Shaft: I'm useless until I get my alt.

reXer: I'm still standing!

Anon: That's why you're daddy dead

reXer: !

Anon: Dead as hell.

reXer: .....

Anon: What shoes he got on? What shoes he got on in his casket?

reXer: *starts tearing up*

Anon: That's why your granny ain't go no knees and she can't pray to Jesus bitch. How about that? She can't double dutch.

reXer: Get out of my match

Anon: That's why your baby has a glass eye that when he cries you have to clean it with Windex.

reXer: GET OUT OF MY MATCH

Anon: I'll get out of your match. Fuck.

reXer: Get out of my match......

Part 5:

Flashback

reXer?: Dad's the best

reXer: I'm the best!

*One Kaibutsu buffet later*

Everyone: Who? Is that a new fragrance line?

reXer?: If you don't remember my dad I'm going to make you all!

Flash forward

reXer?: I'm sad and not reXer.

Team: Don't be sad. We're cool with it!

reXer: I'm no longer sad.

Part 6:

Toshu: I hate water, so I'm going to try to swim without the kiddy inflateables

reXer: K

Toshu: Ok got the hang of it

*New form, "Put the 'fun' in fundoshi'"

Toshu: .........

Shaft:.........

reXer:........

MC: I consent

Flamier: I consent

Toshu: I DON'T

Part 7

Anon: I must fuck with this team again as Ryekie

MC Team: Prepare for Battle!

*Not Ryekie appears*

Toshu: You're way too quiet to be him

Shaft: You look too pissed off to be him

Ceras: The marks are not there! More importantly the back fur tuft should be 2mm shorter from when I clipped a piece from earlier today

Everyone else: ......

*Fake Ryekei bonks Ceras and runs away with her*

Shaft: It's my time to shine. In the next part.

Part 8

*Shaft acquires cyclist pants*

Shaft: Okay let's go all aboard!

*Everyone gets on his back*

Anon: I am Giansar a hacker and I'm going to take over your virtual form.

Ceras: Oh noes!

*Everyone else bonks Giansar*

Giansar: No fair!

Part 9

MC: So how did you get Ryekie's form

Giansar: I said I was part of security and that his account has been compromised and need all his personal informations that he was happy to hand over. He now works as a maid in the inn.

MC: Me and the himbo are going to have a long talk when we get home.

Giansar: I still hold the winning hand and can take you all hostage!

*Kaibutsu invade*

Gansar: I no longer hold the winning hand.

Part 10

Flashback

Giansar: I didn't get to be a hero

Vulpecula: Be a villain!

Giansar: Okay

Flash forward

Giansar: I'm hacking the boss and then yeeting off to the next event.

Everyone: Okay.

reXer: It's the finale and time for my epiphany

MC: Which is that you need to carve your own path instead of following your father's verbatim?

reXer: You got it and I get the final blow!

Part 11

Tourney cancelled but hey we get a celebration

Ceras: I found my justice

Ryekie: Did I hear justice!

reXer: Hi

Ryekie: Omg your dad was the best

reXer: Omg validation! I'm going to carve my own path

*Hero form awakens and is exactly like his father's

MC: Eh, poor Musou doesn't need to draw a second suit if he's not payed for it.

Epilogue

MC: I'll see you around

*reXer kisses MC*

reXer: See you at my place