#Plus with the hiding in your room while the parents fight

[severussnapemylove]

Headcanon; Severus is a graze eater. He has snacks stashed in his office, work room, private chambers. From what I know of his childhood, I doubt he was getting regular or decent meals. Even though he's spent a couple decades at Hogwarts and rationally knows there's going to be more than enough food every day, it's both a habit and feeling of security to have something to eat where he can easily get to.

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 23/12✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@boonalina ha chiesto: Question: Why does Wukong's biblically accurate form have two faces? Also, was there some inspiration for you that made you want to design him like that? (Since I know he doesn't have any canonical Kaiju form in LMK) Also also, DAMN that Kaiju fight was so freaking pretty!! The colors were so well done!

thank you!! He has 3 actually, but in the panels you can see 2 bc the third is facing away from the camera aha.

Anonimo ha chiesto: would you make a Shadowpeach bio parents au zine?

yes I would. But it requires an enormeous amount of organization, plus you need multiple people to organize a zine, from contacting, to marketing, to production, to logistic etc… I don’t have the time right now as I’m already working.

@stro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Head canon that Red Son uses/used to use the ‘rubber duck’ method while working. The rubber duck method is: when making something by yourself you may get stuck/stressed out because you can’t find a solution to a problem. Have a rubber duck on your desk just so you can verbally explain your problem, which could help you solve it by actually hearing it out loud. But a side effect of this is now Red Son will talk to himself while he works, even if it does help it still freaks his parents out hearing him mumbling to himself when they pass his room. Just something I learned recently when watching a video about writing a characters backstory 👍 I thought you might like this too! Bye <3

i know need Red Son just talking about project to a cute rubber duck and MK finding it adorable.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will LBD come back ? Even if it is just in a dream ?

maybe

Anonimo ha chiesto: how old is MK ? Like 18-21 ???

almost 22.

@haru7110 ha chiesto: IS MEI IMMORTAL LIKE MK AND REDSON IN THE SHADOWPEACH AU??? I NEED TO KNOW!! Fornoreasonwhatsoeverobviouslyhahahahaha (angst purposes)

no Mei is not immortal, but I would guess she has a lifespan slightly longer than average bc of her family.

@cutvdo ha chiesto: When you first draw Red Son in his human form he looked small, but later he looks bigger (probably from you getting more comfortable drawing him). I like to think he changed his human form a bit because he found out MK likes big man

this is the best conclusion ever. He would fr fr

Anonimo ha chiesto: Guess you could say MK got his own personal monkey tree

omfg-

@aizieweex ha chiesto: Hey Kyri!!! I LOVE your art, aaaand thanks for the recent repost of my animatic (or animatik?...I honestly don't know which is more correct, I'm not a native speaker at all), I literally screamed, lol (And still screaming). I wanted to ask, how many parts of the comic are you counting on? Do you already have a certain planned number of chapters? Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! How long will the shadow peach bio parents au be?

there will be 9 parts in total. I don’t know the exact number of chapters left but I can assume around 30.

@copyrightedbystarkindustries ha chiesto: Love your art!!! Are you planning on putting shadowpeach au stuff on your redbubble in the future?

Yes I do! But first I need to finish my job which will be more or less on the 20th of January.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Does MK use a glamour to hide some scars or something his parents aren’t supposed to find out about ?

yes

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: When you said during the livestream that MK will have a new outfit when he is magical girl, What do you mean by that ?

that he will eventually own a new outfit as “official outfit” let’s say. That isn’t his temporary fighting outfit he has now.

@magician-kitty ha chiesto: You think Mac will get more flustered now that Wukong’s more muscular thanks to all that weight lifting from the previous chapters?

a little bit yes.

@whotookfinn ha chiesto: Hey!! I’m absolutely in love with your art, it’s so beautiful and wonderful and IM OBSESSED. Anyway, I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this before, but who’s your favorite lmk character to draw?

macaque and Mk, they fluffy.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I HAVE A QUESTION! after your shadowpeach AU will be finished will you do other lmk Au????

nope.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: My question is about tang and pigsy are they married I've always wondered this

no they are not married, but it’s something they have been thought for a little bit. They known each other for years and got together for one. They know they work very well as a couple, and marriage would only be a more “official” way to show their union. It’s on their mind, maybe they will plan it in the near future

Anonimo ha chiesto: Have you seen that Brandon Roger's clip where he loses his kid? I can just imagine macaque going through that right now with mk being kidnapped. "Mothers adrenaline is kicking in!!" "have you seen my son, he's about this tall, clearly gay but we haven't had the talk" https://youtu.be/dJJUFrENZ_o?si=lbacsYlJr8XpaDQQ (this is the sound just in case)

LMAO I know that video by heart yes absolutely those would be the parents.

Anonimo ha chiesto: In the Bioparents AU, is Redson actually going to be able to court so Mk in the end after the whole celestial situation?

they will have time to do their stuff after the heaven shenanigans.

@ashmeertheimp ha chiesto: I hope you are having a lovely day/night and are healthy and well AND TYSM FOR THAT SPICYNOODLES KISS I LOVED IT AND MY HEART WAS ABOUT TO BURST! Anyway I was wondering if mk and Redson parents are gonna have quality time with there Nephew in spirt/potential son in law?

mm yes. Post heaven shenanigans but yes.

@cpazy ha chiesto: About that,

It means that Mac and MK's powers have to do with the moon cycle, like on a full moon they get stronger or something like that? And if there is an eclipse where the moon turns red, their powers would go out of control?

Yes, but the opposite. On a full moon they are weaker, while on a new moon they are stronger.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! Not a question but I just love and ADORE your shadowpeach bio parents au! ❤️ Recently you had posted about LMK fic recommendations, I wanted to recommend "The Constellations Within Us" and it's sequel "Epilogue: Axis" (ongoing) by cloud_somersault on AO3. It's one of my favorite LMK/Shadowpeach fics! The writing and world building are stellar and it includes similar themes as the ones in your comic, like the themes of reconciliation, shadowpeach angst and repairing their friendship and their joint custod- I mean- mentorship of MK! It's a really good fic and I highly recommend giving it a read! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48308065 And again, love your comic so much! Have a great day! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

aaahhhh I will definetely check them out!

@astro-nomaly ha chiesto: Per ur Bio Parents AU, what happens when a courtnapping occurs, but the person getting napped isn’t actually into the courtnapper, and doesn’t want to be napped? Does courtnapping have a “leave whenever you want” clause or..? (I love ur au akshhenwb)

they are allowed to refuse anytime. If the kidnapper doesn’t allow the he’s a dick

@thecardboardbutterfly ha chiesto: Since everyone is starting to fear for tomorrow, I decided to share my convoluted thought I got yesterday night at like, 3AM to lighten the mood a bit (.3.)~* So Technically, given that Lmk is very much based on Journey to the West, maybe it's not that much of a stretch to call Lmk fan content of JTTW, like some kind of future AU or something. Which means your AU is fan content of Lmk. See where I'm getting at? Because your comic is so popular in the fandom, there is fan content of your AU out there, which is already fan content. Which means we reached a point where we have fan content (fanarts and various inspirations of the bio parents AU) of fan content (said bio parents AU) of fan content (Lmk) of a piece of content (JTTW). The chain is GETTING LONGER BOYS. I personally think it's funny. My apologies for everyone who lost their brain/ last remaining braincell reading this x)

omg. It’s a fan-inception!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will Red Son and MK ever have a bad date?

I like to believe EVERY date will have would be comically bad. But I think that’s because they still need to understand that they don’t fall under the “typical demon date” or “amatonormativity” umbrella. The best date they could have is just them training and having lunch later, or them playing videogames or netflix and chill.

@sollythesalt ha chiesto: Dumb question but do you remember the scene in lmk where Wukong said he has stage fright? I wonder if you're gonna do something with that knowledge…. Ps: Keep doing your magic queen we love you and your art✌️💅

oh u bet I did

[damiansgoodgirll]

I BEG YOU

Don’t break my heart part 3 please ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

you ask, i deliver

part one, part two

the judgment day x reader (platonic), damian priest and rhea ripley x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️family issues, fear of abandonment, reader might have daddy issues, damian and rhea being the besties i need in my life ‼️

don’t break my heart - part 3

it was right after monday night raw ended that you had no energy left in you.

you knew it was going to be complete chaos when the shein version of the judgment day ruined damian’s match. rhea’s blood was boiling at the sight of damian being attacked by his ex members. so, you knew chaos was going to happen when her theme song echoed into the arena.

she told you to choose. she said that no matter what your decision was, her feelings for you weren’t going to change but she made clear that she was going to kick liv and dom’s asses. she told you - you can stay here and wait for us backstage or you can join me - and honestly, you thought about it but ten seconds later you were running by her side.

the crowd erupted in happy screams when they saw you by her side.

rhea pointed liv, you pointed jd, and finn too.

finn knew that you wouldn’t have picked him over damian and rhea but he wasn’t expecting to see you against him.

“don’t do this…” he told you “you’re gonna regret this” he didn’t mean to threaten you, he just wished you weren’t involved at all.

“i don’t care…i’m tired of hiding” and with that you simply attacked him. carlito saw the scene and simply came to the rescue, trying to take finn away from you.

while rhea tried to attack liv, damian was still in the ring with jd so you you went to attack him “move” you simply said. his face was stone cold. maybe finn was right, jd had a crush on you but you couldn’t care less.

of course liv and dom ran away, like the cowards that they are and in the meantime damian took his time in finishing jd.

the crowd cheered when they saw you, dam and rhea standing there in the ring, hugging each other, knowing that no matter what, you would always have each other’s backs.

while backstage, rhea and damian took their time answering questions and doing interviews but you were too tired from the event that occurred that all you wanted to do was to end up in your hotel room and sleep all night long.

walking towards the exit, you spotted drew who kindly waved at you. drew was the same as jey or la knight for you, just kind acquaintances because they were friends with damian and rhea but nothing more.

“hey kid” he smiled at you. his nickname made you smile “great fight out there”

“oh” you awkwardly smiled “that…that was nothing but thank you”

“are you going back to the hotel?” he asked, probably already knowing the answer, seeing you with your bags and tired look.

“yes…i was thinking of calling an uber, i fear damian and rhea will take too long with interviews right now…” you smiled.

“don’t call them, i can give you a ride, plus we are staying at the same hotel right? in downtown?” he asked and you nodded “i’m going back right now, you can ride with me”

“are…are you sure?” you didn’t want to be a bother so you doubled checked.

“positive, let’s go” he smiled and walked towards the rental car he got for the show. you’ve never been alone with drew before, only talked with a few times when he was training with damian so the idea of driving with him for 30 minutes was making you nervous.

but the car ride was quite and silent. not awkwardly silent, just comfortable enough. soft music playing in the background, drew watching the road as you watched some raindrops falling from the sky.

“you have talent kid” he broke the silence, waking you from your thoughts.

“oh, thank you…” deep down you knew you had talent, but that being the reason of getting kicked out of your family always made you feel guilty sometimes. you always wondered and imagined how your life would be if you actually had applied for college as your parents wanted for you. maybe you wouldn’t be this shy or weird while meeting new people. maybe you would be more confident about yourself. maybe you would have a boyfriend and a lot of friends.

there was always that voice in your head that screamed what if

“you don’t talk much uh?” he softly teased, making you smile a little.

“not really, no…i’ve always been like this, i guess…” lie. growing up you were talkative and you remembered your mother always telling you to shut up because you talked too much - what would she say if she could see you now?

“i get it…i was really shy growing up, then i started getting more used to the job, working with live crowds for all these years made me change the conception i had about myself…and i worked a lot on me, that helped me” he said, talking about himself but like he was giving you an advice.

you had to work more on yourself and you knew it, you just didn’t know if you were ready yet.

“yeah…big crowds helped me a bit but i still have to get used to it” you smiled.

“about that…everything okay today?” he didn’t want to overstep but he was worried about you. he couldn’t understand what finn did to make you run away like that.

“oh with finn?” he nodded “yes, he just said some things he shouldn’t have said…nothing major”

“got it” he smiled, realising you didn’t want to talk about it.

the rest of the car ride was spent with him just talking about his family. you were curious about it because he always talked about them so nicely that you actually wanted to know how he felt having his family and friends proud of him “and what about your family y/n? i’ve never seen them at the shows…”

he may have overstepped because you didn’t answer. he knew something because people talked but he didn’t know the full story and the one person who knew the truth was you.

“nothing much to say…they have other hobbies” you tried to avoid the argument as much as possible and you were happy dropped the conversation right there.

once at the hotel you thanked him about the car ride and told him that you were tired enough that you would have fallen asleep in the lobby any minute.

“yeah, i’m pretty tired too” he smiled at you “listen, in case you need more car rides or just someone to talk to, here’s my number, goodnight kid” and with that he left.

he gave you a piece of paper with his number on, kinda old fashioned but you liked it.

once you got to your room, you tiredly took a second shower and change into your pjs. you were so tired that you haven’t even eaten yet but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

before you could drift off, you received a text from rhea.

from rhea🖤

hey girl! sorry we took so long, we just finished with interviews, are you still in the arena? do you need a ride to the hotel?

from you

hey rhea! don’t worry about it! i can’t wait to see all of your interviews! i’m already back at the hotel and ready to sleep lol, but thank you so much for the offer!

you kinda didn’t mention how you got back to the hotel because you knew that if you did, rhea and damian would kept asking you questions that you didn’t want to answer. so you simply told her that you were about to sleep and that you would see her tomorrow.

but before falling asleep, you memorised drew number and decided to text him a “thank you for the ride, have a good night!” and then you drifted off.

drew would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy receiving your text. he was up all night staring at the ceiling and thinking of you. he’s been feeling some sort of attractions towards you but he thought that it was just a game his mind was playing to him. but sitting next to you and driving with you made him realise that maybe his attraction was actually a crush. he wished he could get to know you better but he knew and he saw - from the brief conversation you had in the car - that you wouldn’t open up to him, that he had to gain your trust and he was willing to do that.

morning came and you and rhea were already hitting the hotel gym as you waited for damian to join you.

“so…” rhea started talking “everything okay with the uber last night? did they get you here safely?” rhea knew about all the horrendous stories she read about uber drivers being maniacs so she tried to avoid them as much as possible, and so did you.

“oh…” you thought for a second “no i actually didn’t call an uber last night…uhm, drew drove me back here”

rhea was a little shocked for a moment but before she could say anything, damian both greeted you “what are we talking about here girls?” he gently smiled at you.

“drew as in drew mcintyre?” she asked and you nodded.

“what happened?” damian’s tone was more serious.

“nothing, drew just drove me back to the hotel last night and rhea is shocked about that” you wanted to avoid that conversation as much as possible but their looks made you realise that you would have to explain everything that happened last night.

“why him?” damian asked.

“because you were taking too long and drew saw me calling an uber so he offered? plus we are staying in the same hotel so i don’t see the problem”

“yeah but him?” it’s not rhea didn’t like him, they were friends. she didn’t like the idea of you and him alone together.

“yes rhea, him. he just drove me back, nothing else happened” you sounded irritated and damian noticed it.

“okay well, what matters is that you are here and everything went fine, right?” damian asked, hinting at rhea to drop the topic. she simply nodded and went back to her training.

you were just doing your exercises when a notification pop up into your home screen.

it was a text from drew.

hey kid, no problem at all! i told you, if you need car rides or anything else, just give me a call ;)

“what is making you smile like that?” rhea asked with a hint of curiosity.

“oh nothing, i just received a text…”

“from who?” damian teased you.

“no one you should worry about” you teased back.

“ouch…” rhea pretended to be offended “you’re keeping secrets now?”

“gosh, no! it was nothing important anyway” you quickly replied, tried to focus on your exercises. rhea and damian shared a look without you noticing it, they were determined to find the mysterious person behind your morning smile,

i will keep it mind lol! are you still in bed? i’m working out with damian and rhea and i’m already tired :(

you quickly answered back. in that moment you realised that maybe he didn’t wanna talk to you and you were just being a bother. what if he didn’t want you to text him? what if you were being a bother? what if, what if, what if were already overworking in your mind but before you could think of something worse, drew texted you back.

still in bed but i will hit the gym in a few minutes, i really don’t feel like it after last night but i have to…guess if i won’t be too late i’ll see there ;)

yup, you were smiling like a teen in love and you really couldn’t understand why. it’s not that you had a crush on him, right?

“is it drew?” damian asked.

“what?”

“you have this happy smile since this morning and seeing that last night you and drew were car buddies…something might have happened…” he explained to you.

you were quiet for a minute. nothing really happened between you and drew but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company, even if you didn’t have much of a conversation. he was kind and you couldn’t lie, he was hot, maybe too hot for you but aside from that, nothing happened.

before you could say yes or no, drew entered the gym with his teasing smile on his face.

“morning guys” he said smiling at damian and rhea “morning kid” he said smiling a little longer than to you.

rhea was beyond in disbelief “what was that?” she asked drew.

oh no, you thought. she was ready to cause chaos even outside of the company.

“what?” drew asked.

“that little stare at y/n, what was that?” she asked, a little more irritated.

“nothing to worry about, i just said good morning” he wanted to be petty but you knew rhea was a master in that.

“sure…don’t fuck with me drew” she started to get more defensive over you.

“okay can all we please calm down…” you said making them all turn their heads back to you “nothing is happening, can we please just go back to training please?” rhea was hesitant for a moment “please?” but she knew she couldn’t say no to you when you had those puppy eyes.

she didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable but she didn’t like this whole situation between you and drew.

“fine” she turned around and went back exercising with damian.

is she always like that?

drew texted you, making it hard for you not to laugh out loud. you simply nodded at him and he winked at you, making you blush.

two hours later and you were a sweaty mess “i need a shower, maybe two” you joked with damian, agreeing with you.

“i think i’ll rest for a bit…” damian said and you nodded.

“yeah” rhea joined “me too…i’m too tired today, plus we have to be back on the road tomorrow…i wanna sleep in today, y/n?”

“i’ll take a shower and then i’ll decide, probably i will order something to eat…” you smiled.

truth was you didn’t wanna stay in. you had to energy to spend the day in bed so you were probably going to sneak out and visit some places. so when you all left, you were quick to shower and to dress up.

wanna have lunch together? take out sounds nice but i think you would like some company :)

you smiled when drew texted you.

sure, i’ll meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes if that’s ok with you?

you waited for his reply with a little anxiety, so when he told you that it was perfect for him, you started your makeover and found something nice to wear.

you couldn’t lie, your heart was beating fast and faster the moment you approached the lobby.

“here we go” you whispered softly, mostly to yourself.

when you saw him, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. he was a really hot man, you saw him fight almost naked every single week so you were used to it but seeing him all suit up, clean and fresh, did something to you.

“hey kid” he greeted you “you look good” he genuinely smiled at you.

you weren’t used to compliments su you didn’t really know what to say, apart from thank you.

“you don’t look bad either” you teased making him chuckle.

you were kinda surprised when he opened the car door for you. no one ever did anything nice like that - not that you ever dated anyone but being treated nice like this in general made your heart skip a beat.

the restaurant he chose was nice. not too fancy but it was cozy and nice “i hope you like it” he smiled at you.

“it’s really nice drew, thank you” growing up you became shy and more introvert so you didn’t really know how to make long lasting conversations but seeing drew being so happily awkward and shy made you happy.

the first few minutes were pretty awkward, you reading the menu and drew doing the same, deciding what to eat and taking your sweet time with it. you both opted for some fresh pasta and some chicken salad, both wanting to keep it healthy but still enjoying your lunch out.

“how are you y/n?” he gently asked.

“oh, i’m good thank you…what about you? still thinking about your victory at summerslam?” you smiled.

“of course, i will think about that moment for a while now” he chuckled “what about your summerslam?”

“mine was…something” you tried not to make it too awkward but it was like a fresh wound to you, you were still hurting about the betrayal and it will hurt for a while.

“yeah, i can imagine that…do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, fearing he overstepped.

“i…well, i wasn’t really expecting the group to break up like that, i knew there was tension but not that much…you know, they are, were like a family to me” you breathed out “and now damian and rhea are all i have, i can’t let them down you know?” you feared you may have talked too much but with drew’s kindness it came natural to you.

“i’ve been there, betrayals will stay impress in your mind but it will get better eventually…” he smiled at you and you felt more comfortable talking with him.

while eating, he talked about the most stupid things he liked but that made you happy, hearing something new from someone new.

“y/n…” he called, his serious tone more pronounced “can i ask you something? it’s a little personal and you can say no if i make you uncomfortable but i’m just curious…” he asked and you nodded “i’ve heard things…mostly rumors about you…everyone claim to know you but i feel like they don’t even know what they’re talking about” he said and you let him continue “they’ve been talking about you are basically…alone, that you don’t enjoy the other women company, they’ve been talking about how and your family don’t have any connection, how they think it’s your fault…basically a lot of stuff that i’m pretty sure it’s not real…that’s why i wanted to hear it from you, you are the only one who knows the truth…”

you weren’t going to lie but it kinda made you feel bad what your colleagues thought of you.

“i mean…they are not that wrong, i’m not good at making friends, i tried, since i joined wwe but it felt like i wasn’t really welcomed so i decided to stay by myself, at least until i met rhea and damian…and they are quite right about me not being in contact with my family but they don’t know the full story…and if you don’t mind i would like to keep it private for now” it was hard for you talking about your family.

“yes of course, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable at all, but i thank you for opening up to me, i really appreciate it” he genuinely smiled and you felt like you could probably trust him.

so you ended up lunch with two pieces of cake and fought for who was going to pay. like the gentleman he is, of course, he offered to pay.

“thank you for this amazing lunch drew, i really enjoyed it…it was nice having someone to talk to” you truthfully said once you both got out of his car and he smiled at your genuine words.

“anytime kid” there was a moment after he spoke where you were both silent, not knowing what to do or what to say.

“uhm… i think i’m going to rest for a bit now” you awkwardly signed to the hotel entrance, trying to make him understand that you were about to leave but that you didn’t want to leave him standing right there in front of the glass doors.

“oh yeah, i think i’m going to rest too, so, uhm, thanks for coming with me” he said making you chucked while he got closer to you “i’ll see you on the road” he slowly lowered his head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek “take care” he smiled before going back to his room.

now, you were the one who was left standing there in front of the doors.

with your happy face and bright smile, you came back to your bedroom, unbeknownst to you, rhea saw everything from the her hotel room as the window was facing down the entrance.

“oh i’m gonna kick his ass” she said before leaving her room.

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definitely be making part 4, i was just going to wait raw next monday to see if something happens with tjd! if you have any ideas or recommendations let me know in the comments!

[oceaneyesinla]

This idea appeared in my brain in the shower and I think it's ADORABLE. Shoto just brings out the cuteness aggression in me

Shoto x gn!Reader

A knock at your dorm room door distracts you from your book, but when you open it, you're met with beige walls and blue carpet, neither of which are known for their ability to knock on wood. This has happened a fair few times in the last month , and that knowledge prompts you to look down.

You can't help your pleased little smile when your hunch is proven correct. Sitting neatly in the doorway is a bunch of pretty flowers wrapped up in blue plastic. They're your favourite, just like always, and they've arrived just in time - like clockwork, just as the old ones are beginning to wilt, a new bouquet appears. There's differences every time, but whatever extras have been added, your favourite flower is always there.

There's a distinctive amateur feel to the way the bouquet is wrapped up, and it endears you to your secret gifter even more. It's clear how much time and effort is going into this gesture, in more ways than one. Someone listened to you, when you rambled about the flower patch in your childhood garden, the one you tended alone while your brother trained with your parents to become a hero. Someone remembered you fondly reminisce about pretty leaves and bright petals, and decided to make you smile.

You crouch down to pick up the flowers, and there's a note tucked amongst the blooms, just like every other time. It's never signed, and it's always so blunt and honest that it circles right back round to being charming. Whether it's complementing your sunshine smile or praising you for your latest training success, it never fails to make your cheeks heat up. You keep them all, tucked away in the drawer underneath where you display your flowers.

Your admirer is making a valiant effort to keep their identity hidden, and you find it adorable - mostly because you figured it out as soon as you saw that first note. He forgot that you know him as well as he knows you. The way he writes his characters is ever so slightly clumsy; he spent a lot of time teaching himself to write - Endeavour more interested in teaching him to fight than to live - and there's a couple of little details that make his handwriting distinctive. Plus, you're shared a class with him for three years; you've seen his writing more times than you can count.

There's a flash of red out of the corner of your eye, and you press your lips together to hold back a giggle. He may be a nearly graduated Hero course student, but he's not very sneaky. He doesn't usually stick around to see your reaction to his creation, instead listening intently from his desk as you gush about them to Momo.

Your eyes widen as your eyes scan over familiar script, and now you know why he's loitering - Todoroki Shoto is asking you on a date. You read the words three times, and pinch yourself for good measure. Part of you is surprised - he knows all your darkest moments and he's choosing you anyway? - but a bigger part of you knows this was inevitable. You've been gravitating towards each other since first year, and honestly, you've been driving your classmates mad.

An almost painful grin stretches across your face as you straighten up, "Sho? Come here."

He obeys almost immediately, emerging from around the corner to stand in front of you. The cautious hope glittering in his eyes makes you want to squish his cheeks and boop his nose and you feel giddy when you remember that yes, you'll be able to do just that. No more hiding the urge to hold his hand or kiss his cheek when he remembers your favourite snack or brings an extra hoodie to movie night just in case you get cold.

Maybe you're getting ahead of yourself. You still haven't actually given him an answer, and he's starting to worry, his bottom lip pushing out into a little pout. You can't take his sad face any longer - you reach out and grab his hand, infinitely entertained by the immediate red flush that spreads across his cheeks.

"Of course I'll go on a date with you. How about this weekend?"

"Okay." His smile is reflecting yours like the moon reflects the sun, and oh, he might be the prettiest person you've ever met.

He lifts your hand and shyly drops a kiss to your knuckles, looking up at you through unfairly long lashes. Now you're blushing as well, heat pooling in your cheeks as he lets your hands fall back between you. Neither of you let go, and you make an impulsive decision - after all, Shoto was brave enough to take the first step; the least you can do is meet him where he is.

"Actually, I'm free right now. We could go and get dinner?"

Your bravery is instantly rewarded with another devastatingly beautiful smile, "Yeah, I'd like that."

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Pairing : Boyfriend!Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader TW : angst ; Hyunjin is just sad (which is honestly relatable) ; reader thinks they're pregnant ; reader might be pregnant ; symptoms of pregnancy ; fluff ending ; Word Count : 2.0k Request : Annony : Can I request and angsty fic Where Hyunjin has just been going through a really rough time and y/n tries her best to be there for him and keeps waiting for the right time to tell him she thinks she’s pregnant. He just keeps crying and he doesn’t know why he’s so sad, but slowly he gets out of it a bit. One morning he wakes up because y/n is having morning sickness and showing other symptoms so she has no choice but to finally open up and tell him everything. They take a test and well…I’ll let you take creative control after this. I’m really excited I’ve thought this request through a lot and I hope you decide to write it

“Hey, you okay?” Your coworker asked as she walked into the breakroom. Your head had been resting against the table, your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you tried to count your breaths. “Feeling dizzy again?” She asked when you didn’t answer her first question, and you gave her weak thumbs up in response. “Maybe you are… you know… the p word.” She whispered, and it’s not like it was a bad word to say, it’s just that you didn’t want anyone else that you worked with to know. 

“I’m too nervous to test…” You mumbled, and she knew exactly why. She was your only confidant at this point, especially since Hyunjin was going through his own personal problems. You didn’t want to stack anything else on top of whatever else was bothering him. All you did know was that, no matter how much you tried to help him or console him, he’d be right back to crying soon after. “Plus, it would be too soon… I don’t want to test too early or anything…” 

To be honest, home life wasn’t really the best right now. It’s not that there were any arguments, there was no fighting, but it was obvious that Hyunjin was stressed about something, and you were mentally stressed about potentially being pregnant, so the last thing you needed was triple the stress for both of you if a test came out positive. Even just thinking about it felt like too much right now.  

“Well you can’t wait forever. I mean… With his job, he gets stressed very easily. What are you gonna do? You can’t just hide potentially important things from him every time he gets upset or stressed out.” You rolled your eyes at your coworkers' sudden nagging, and while you knew that it came from a place of concern and care, you didn’t need that right now. You didn’t need to be parented, you needed someone to just be there for you. 

“He doesn’t get stressed easily, and you make it sound like he’s like this all the time. I’m not hiding things from him either, I’m giving him time to get in the right place mentally before dropping something like this on him.” You quickly defended your boyfriend, silently wishing that you hadn’t told your coworker anything at all. “He’s a good boyfriend, and just because he gets stressed and upset sometimes doesn’t change that.”

“I’m not saying that he’s not a good boyfriend for you… I just feel like you cater to him and his feelings a lot because of his job and your feelings get pushed to the backburner.” She tried to explain, but she couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“I’m not having this conversation right now. I appreciate you caring and trying to look out for me, but my relationship is fine. He’s a great guy… Okay? I have to get back to work now, enjoy your break.” 

///

Hyunjins moment seemed to last longer and longer. He’d lock himself in his room the moment he walked through the front door and you’d hear him cry for hours until things went silent, and the only reason things got quiet is because he’d cry himself to sleep. There was nothing you could do to help him because he wouldn’t even talk to you about it, and a part of you wondered if he’d ever get out of the funk he was in. 

With the time that passed, the symptoms only grew stronger. Your headaches were getting worse, the nausea was almost unbearable, even your boobs hurt. You wanted to excuse it as reading into the symptoms too much, you thought that your mind was playing tricks on you. You wanted to find any reason you could to hold off on testing until Hyunjin got better because you didn’t want to be alone when you found out, no matter what the result was. 

When Hyunjin was around, you tried to hide the symptoms from him. If you started feeling sick, you’d quickly go off to the bathroom and turn on the sink, hoping that you wouldn’t actually start throwing up. The tiredness that you felt was written off as working too many hours and being on your feet too long. Luckily he was none the wiser to the soreness in your breasts because you hadn’t been with him in any physical way since he had been in his funk. You missed him, and you wanted to blame the potentially surging hormones for the tears that would be shed when you’d lay in the same bed beside him at night without a single kiss or those three words that would make you feel like he did still love you. 

The longer it lasted, the more you would think about what your coworker had said. No matter how much you tried to get those words out of your head, they would constantly pop up. When you would hear him crying in the room and you’d try to help him, but it was like he was shutting you out. Not only did it feel like he was pushing you away, but it felt like you were by yourself. He wasn’t the only one going through something right now, and you wanted so badly to tell him, but for some reason you were trying so hard to protect him that you weren’t even worried about yourself. 

Even still, you didn’t want to give up on him. You loved him, and you truly believed that he just needed time, that he’d get better sooner or later, and no matter what, you’d stick by him, even if it meant pushing your own stresses, your own worries to the side until he got better. 

///

He was starting to feel better, he really was. It had been a week since the last time he had cried, and while he still doesn’t fully understand himself why things had gotten so bad or why he was so upset, he was thankful that he had you by his side the entire time, even if it didn’t seem that way. He wanted to take you out today, to show you that he appreciated you and everything that you do for him. He wanted to show you that he truly does love you, and that he’s grateful that you didn’t give up on him through this entire thing. 

The bed was already empty, which wasn’t rare as of lately considering he always seemed to sleep in, but one look at the clock on the bedside table made him fully aware that it was too early for even you to be awake. He could have sworn you came to bed last night, that he had felt the warmth of your body beside him underneath the covers. Had you gone to the couch at some point in the middle of the night? Were you finally pulling away? 

Just as he was pushing the comforter off of his body, he heard what sounded like gagging and choking and he never moved so fast in his life. Tripping over his own feet, he rushed into the bathroom to find you doubled over the toilet, sweat beading up on your forehead and spit dribbling down from the corner of your mouth. It’s like you didn’t even realize he was there, or maybe you just didn’t want to acknowledge him as you tried your best to seemingly catch your breath. 

“Baby… What’s wrong?” He whispered, kneeling down beside you to try to get you to look at him, but you only shook your head, pushing yourself up to your feet with the help of the side of the bathtub, leaving him on the floor and even more worried than before. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry… Do you want me to leave you alone?” 

“No…” You said, your voice slightly raspy, and he could only assume that it was because of getting sick, but you sounded so tired too. He didn’t know how sick you were, he didn’t know what was going on or how long you had been feeling like this, but he wanted to be there for you now, no matter what was wrong. “I think… I might be pregnant…” Your head lowered, as if you were ashamed to be telling him that, although he wasn’t sure why. 

Of course, he wasn’t ready to be told something like that, he was sure that no man was ever truly ready to hear that, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t ready to step up and be the man that you and his potential child would need. “Okay… Well, I can run to the store and pick up some tests and we can find out if you are…” 

“I… Already have the tests. They’re in my purse…” You admitted and he nodded along slowly, trying not to get too upset that you had potentially been going through this for longer than he thought. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay first. I didn’t want to do this alone…” Alone… He had left you all alone to deal with these worries and these thoughts and these fears. “You… You are okay… Right?” 

His head nodded swiftly, his eyes that were brimming with tears of guilt glistened in the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. “I am… I’m okay. You’re not alone, I’m here and no matter what happens… I’m going to stay here with you. I love you…” He finally got up off the floor, scrambling to his feet just to stand in front of you, his eyes finally meeting yours for what felt like the first time. “You have nothing to worry about… I’ll always be here… I promise.” 

///

“Out of the way! Out of the way! Move it! Excuse us! Make room! Pregnant girlfriend coming through!” Hyunjin shouted as he walked with you down the halls of the JYPE building. He was so loud, you were sure that even the people the next floor up could hear him coming, he was like a damn fire truck with its sirens on. You rolled your eyes at the rambunctiousness of it all. “What? I just don’t want anyone to bump into you or anything. I’m trying to keep you and baby Jinnie safe.” 

Your eyebrows arched at the little nickname that he had given the baby, you hadn’t heard him say it before. You had had an ultrasound the day before, and the doctor had asked if you wanted to know the gender of the baby, but you and Hyunjin had both agreed to keeping it a secret until the birth. “Baby Jinnie, huh? Where’d you come up with that name?” You quizzed, wondering if maybe his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had just asked the doctor what the baby would be on his way out of the exam room. 

“Isn’t that what they do for sons in America? People name the baby boys after their father? He can be little Jinnie Jr. right?” Hyunjin asked, his eyes twinkling as he looked down at you. His arms were wrapped protectively around you as you rode the elevator up to the right floor, and as cute and innocent as he looked right now, you couldn’t help but be a little suspicious. 

“Hmm… A son? Are we having a boy?” His lips were drawn in, turning into a thin line and you could read the guiltiness on his face. He nodded his head slowly, clearly trying to read your reaction after having basically spoiled the surprise. “You just couldn’t wait to find out, could you?” You teased, and he let out a little sigh of relief when he realized that you weren’t angry. How could you be angry though? He wanted to know and you weren’t going to get mad at him for finding out. 

“Maybe we can do like… A baby shower, and a surprise gender reveal for everyone else!” He proposed the idea, and he sounded so excited, there was no way that you could turn him down, plus it sounded like fun. “The guys really want to know whether they’re getting a niece or a nephew, they’re gonna be so happy to find out!” He had been talking so loudly on the elevator, but once the doors slid open, his voice dropped to a whisper, his lips lingering right beside your ear. “This is our secret though, don’t tell them.” 

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Making a Little Genius (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You and Malcolm have a big party with your friends and family to celebrate you getting engaged and graduating Harvard with doctorates. During said party, you and Malcolm go to the bathroom to have a different kind of celebration.

A/N: based on this ask and this ask, plus some others i probably forgot about. Idk anything about doctorates, graduating college, or tbh probably anything in this fic. Year isn’t specified, but malcolm + reader are like 25. Francis is about 29, Reese 26, Dewey 19, Jamie 10, and the new kid is like 6. I made the newest kid a girl bc i feel like lois deserves it. You don’t need to know any of this, I just thought I’d say just in case lol

C/W: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), breeding kink, dumbification kink, degrading kink, semi-public sex (empty room at a party), mommy and daddy kink

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Malcolm had been eyeing you the entire day. It started out innocently. In the morning, he watched you fondly as he helped you decorate the house for the party you were having today. Malcolm paid extra attention to how the engagement ring he had given you shone in the light. After all, it was part of the reason you were having a party in the first place.

At first, Malcolm was against a big celebration. The last thing he needed was his crazy family, mainly his brothers and their children, messing around and breaking everything valuable around his house.

He finally knew how his parents felt about him and his brothers.

But you were always able to convince your boyfriend, now fiance, to loosen up a little. Which was why your little backyard was now crowded with your families and friends. Malcolm tried to stay close to you, but eventually got distracted by Jamie trying to give their little sister Maggie a string of firecrackers. Usually, he wouldn’t be so concerned, despite every Wilkerson child’s destructive streak. But Maggie had grown out of her phase of putting everything in her mouth and had now become very interested in fire and “making things go boom!”

When Malcolm was finally able to wrestle the tiny explosives and lighter out of Maggie’s hands, you were on the porch cooing over your new soon-to-be niece. “I can’t believe you’re a dad now, Reese.” You said, letting baby Olivia grab at your fingers. “It’s like you’re a real grown up.”

“I still have my moments.” Reese smiled with a shrug. “Don’t tell Jen, but sometimes I let Livvie lick the spoon a little when I’m making cakes.”

You snorted, surprised that that was the best example of mischief Reese was able to come up with now. You weren’t going to complain though. It was definitely better than his days of fighting rabid packs of dogs and beating on his brothers. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“What secret?” Malcolm startled you, making you hold your future niece extra close to you. When you realized it was your fiance who had snuck up on you, you relaxed a bit and smirked at his brother.

“Nothing. Just that Reese isn’t the bad boy he used to be.” You chuckled before catching a glimpse of what Malcolm was holding. “Where did you get firecrackers?”

“Maggie.” He sighed, jerking his head towards the house. “Come on, help me find a place to hide these before we have to buy our neighbors new mailboxes.”

Carefully, you handed Olivia back to her dad before following Malcolm inside the house. While wandering around, looking for a place to hide the tiny explosives, you and Malcolm basked in the rare moment of solitude after hours of being surrounded by your family. 

“Olivia’s the cutest thing.” You said as you opened the medicine cabinet in your bathroom. Malcolm nodded, watching you sit on the counter. “Just think. One day, we’ll have some little geniuses of our own running around.”

“Oh yeah?” Malcolm smirked, closing the cabinet and moving to stand in front of you. “How soon do you think?”

The look in his eyes made you smile coyly. “I dunno.” You shrugged, wrapping your arms around Malcolm’s shoulders. “After we’re married with better health insurance would probably be the ideal scenario. But…” You trailed off, letting a hand play with the hair at the nape of Malcolm’s neck.

“But…?” Malcolm encouraged.

“But,” you repeated, lips inching closer to his. “There’s no harm in practicing.”

Malcolm pulled your body against his as he kissed you feverishly. His hands roamed your body, groping your boobs and hips before hiking the skirt of your dress up. You moaned into Malcolm’s mouth as he squeezed your thighs and rutted his growing erection against you. Overwhelmed by desire, you did your best to move your hips in time with his to relieve your aching need for friction. 

A whine escaped your lips as Malcolm pulled your top down, making your breasts victim to his licks and bites that were now trailing down from your neck. “Perfect tits.” He muttered against your skin. “Gonna be even more perfect when I make you a mommy.” 

While Malcolm pinched your nipples, your somewhat shaky hands traveled down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. You reached in and started palming him through his boxers, and you bit your lip from how hard he was against you. 

“You want Daddy’s cock?” You moaned in response. You never thought that Malcolm would have a daddy kink, or that it would make you this horny. Yet here you were, tugging at Malcolm’s clothes just enough to allow his cock to spring free and spreading your legs as wide as you were able. Malcolm pulled your panties to the side before fisting himself, staring at your pussy that was begging for him. “God, you’re so wet, baby. Gonna fill you up so good.”

When he was fully stiff, Malcolm slowly guided himself into you. It took all his strength to not immediately ram into you; you just felt so good. He started with slow thrusts, allowing you to get used to his size while also trying to release the mutual desperation. 

“Mal…” You sighed. “More.”

“Oh yeah? You want more? Want Daddy to fuck you harder?”

Too overwhelmed to speak, you instead nodded furiously and swung your arms around his shoulders to brace yourself for what was to come. 

Almost instantly, Malcolm started pistoning in and out of you. You’d never understand where he got the stamina for such a rapid pace. Maybe all the coffee he consumed during finals had made him permanently jittery and speedy. But you weren’t about to complain, not when the drag of his cock against you sent electricity up your spine.

Malcolm reached down to thumb at your clit, and he couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh when he felt you squeezing him in response. “You like that?” Although the question was genuine, his tone was entirely condescending. It only made you wetter. You tried to respond, but all that came out was a cockdrunk babble. “What was that?” Malcolm slowed his pace a bit, making you whine in protest.

“Fa-...” You could barely finish the word. The hand that wasn’t playing with your clit cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at Malcolm. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, and all you did was grab his arm and try to move your hips to get him to keep fucking you.

Malcolm laughed, realizing what was happening. “I’m really fucking your brains out, aren’t I? Nothing but a cocksleeve for me.” His degrading just made you even wetter. Deciding to have some mercy on you, Malcolm started pounding into you again. “How much of a genius is this kid gonna be?” He panted, circling your clit vigorously. “Mommy’s a Harvard graduate, but gets too dumb to speak when I fuck her.”

“Gonna…” You took a deep breath, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to the edge. You had an iron grip on Malcolm’s shirt, no doubt wrinkling the fabric in your fist.

“Oh!” Malcolm looked at you with faux surprise. “Got something to say? Come on, tell Daddy what you’re thinking, if you’re even able to form a thought.”

His condescension spurred you on. “Gonna come.” You finally spat out.

Malcolm nodded. “Good girl.” His breathing got heavier with every thrust. “God, I’m so close.”

“In me.” You moaned. “Come in me. Please.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” Malcolm’s hips stuttered, trying to restrain himself from coming for just a little while longer. “Want me to make you a mommy?”

“Uh huh.” You whined. “Make you a daddy.”

The intensity of your orgasm made you shake, and Malcolm’s quickly followed from your cunt spasming around him. The foreign feeling of his hot seed filling you was intoxicating, and part of you hoped that you wouldn’t get pregnant right away so you could get more of this feeling. Malcolm seemed to like the rawness as well because instead of pulling out, he seemed to be pressing into you as much as he could. 

Even when you both came down from your climaxes, you didn’t want to pull away. But you both knew you had to eventually.

“I don’t wanna go back out there.” You mumbled tiredly into Malcolm’s shoulder. He laughed, seeming to share the sentiment as he rubbed your back.

“Yeah, I don’t know how we’re gonna explain us being gone for so long.”

“Or why I’m suddenly walking with a limp.”

Malcolm laughed again, lifting your head up so he could press a kiss to your lips. His gentleness starkly contrasted how he was a few minutes ago. 

He rubbed your hip, giving you a few more kisses before speaking again. “You really want a kid?”

You nodded, a grin slowly forming. “I wouldn’t mind a bit more practicing though.”

***

Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

[seeingivy]

paris

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

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“y/n!” 

you turn your head to find mai, as you pinch your lips together and push off the wall to make her accquaintance. you give her the most polite greeting you can, hovering a kiss by her cheek as she nurses her a wine glass in her hands. 

always the drunk. though you suppose it was hard for you to do these things sober too.

“how are you doing? it’s been a while.” she asks. 

“i’m good, how are you?” you ask back. 

"where are you living again now?"

"france."

the two of you lean against the wall, making her best efforts to hide the fact that she's talking to you, as you smile.

the dim light of the crystal chandelier creating a shimmering display upon the great, painted walls. you’ve positioned yourself far away from the classical orchestra, from your parents at the front, and the synthetic sweaty smell permeating the group of people swim around the room, a mix of fancy fabrics and glittering jewelry. 

“i’m good. did you hear about what happened with naoya?” she murmurs, voice low as she hums into your ear. 

you fight the urge to smile. you owe satoru twenty dollars. 

“hm?” 

“do you remember that girl from the kamo clan? the one that you dormed with during the exchange event? who told your parents about you and him?"

"the blonde?" you ask.

"her fucking sister met naoya at a club and he kissed her.” 

you smile, shaking your head as you roll your eyes.

“i’m dead serious. there were pictures and she was wearing this like god awful denim on denim outfit. some zenin clan head he’s going to be when almost everyone knows he can’t help but get his dick wet with every living organism in sight."

you pinch a smile.

"no offense, of course.” 

“none taken.” you respond. 

“did you see the photos of it?” 

“no, no i didn’t. but thanks though.” you respond.

maki shrugs before she’s whisked away, by a girl whose name you can hardly remember as you give the two of them a wave. the girl averts making eye contact with you as maki gives a halfhearted goodbye and you curl back into the wall.

granted, maki’s the only one who would stoop down to your level to talk to you, even if it was just to level you for information. you suppose the details of you living france in france will make their way across the room in two minutes. but you can hardly blame the girl or even possess yourself to be mad about it. 

it’s all she knows how to do. 

you feel two arms wrap around you from behind and look down to find a wine glass being held in front of your nose. you fight the smile making its way to your face as you turn around, to find satoru’s outfit already unkempt - his tie hanging halfway down his shirt, the buttons undone. 

“wow. did you have to put on a lap dance for the sommelier to get these drinks?” 

“but of course! a champagne you requested and a champagne i delivered. by any means possible.” he smirks, before leaning against the wall at your side. 

you take a sip, the overwhelmingly artificial flavor biting your tongue. 

“god.” 

“had a feeling you would say that. so….i snagged this from the kitchen. had to seduce a cook for it.” 

“do you want to have my babies?” 

satoru rolls his eyes as he hands you the bottle. it’s a twelve dollar sauvignon blanc, that you’re almost positive that someone bought from a target. only because you’ve bought one there yourself. 

“bullshit. there’s no way that my parents keep this in their house.” 

“think it’s because they miss you?” he asks, a hopeful smile on his face. 

you smile, as you reach forward and cup the side of his cheek. 

“toru, my love. don’t be silly. you know the only reason that i’m standing in the house i grew up in right now is because i’m your plus one right.” 

he frowns. 

“did you see them yet?” he asks, popping the lid off the bottle as he takes a swig before handing it to you. 

you can see his face nearly curl up in disgust at the drink as you fight the urge to laugh, at satoru and his expensive tastes. in nearly a year of dating, it was your personal joy and mission to curb satoru gojo and his expensive tastes. or at least die trying. 

“no. but they must know i’m here. i’m the talk of the party.” you jest, giving him a smile. 

satoru rolls his eyes, as you focus back on the expansive ballroom in front of you, of your parents glittering smiles at the front. you try your best to hide your disappointment as you focus on the rest of the room of the people begrudgingly dancing - stepping on each other's feet, murmuring niceties - as your parents hover around, their jaws fixed into permanent glittering smiles. 

but you can tell. that something, or more appropriately someone, is sinking under their skin, from the way your moms eye twitches - certainly when someone makes a comment - and your dad swallowing hard every time someone smacks him on the back and whispers in his ear. you almost feel bad. 

“you’re the talk of my party! the party in my pants.” 

you look to your left to find satoru smiling at you, so boyish and excited that you can’t help but laugh. 

“party in your pants?” 

“correct. your blatant disregard for authority makes me horny."

“well, i could tell you that much. otherwise, you wouldn’t be dating me in the first place.” you hum, giving him a bright smile. 

satoru wraps his hands around your cheek, angling your head up as he rubs his thumbs in the softness of your cheeks. his eyes are nearly lidded as he smiles at you, before leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you mumble. 

“is it a crime to look at my girlfriend?” 

“you’re like ogling me…” 

“you’re so pretty you take my breath away.” he responds, giving you a wink and wiggling his eyebrows. 

it’s enough to make your skin heat up. the tenderness of it. of a cheesy joke, told with the sole intention of making you laugh.

“that’s corny, satoru.” you deadpan. 

“you're asking for it.” he jests. 

“asking for what?” you respond, feigning innocence. 

you, were most definitely, asking for it. because almost every time satoru made a corny pass at you, you made it a point to rip his affections to shreds. to which he would early pepper your skin in kisses, wrapping you warm in his embrace until you returned his sentiments. 

and if satoru gojo is one thing, it’s predictable. satoru wraps his hands around your waist, his sweet vanilla smell tickling your nose as he starts mumbling into your ears. 

“why’s my pretty baby always so mean to me, hm? don't you love me?” he mumbles. 

"okay, toru. I love you plenty. and-"

he places his hands around your neck, before pulling your face close to his again.

“i’m not mean either-” you start.

satoru pulls you closer to him, lips warm on yours as he smiles into the kiss. 

“are you insane? there’s people here.” you whisper. 

“so you can kiss me after a total three minutes of knowing me in the middle of an alleyway but you’re morally opposed to me kissing you at a party?” he murmurs.

“first of all, i was drunk. i’d never kiss you if i was sober. second of all, i was-” 

you gasp when he sinks into the skin on your neck, the pressure making your head nearly keel back. 

“satoru.” 

“i’ll take you right here in front of everyone if you keep giving me attitude.” he states. 

you drag your hand into his white hair, before curling the locks in your hand and pulling his head off of you. 

“okay fine. i’m so in love with you that i might stop breathing too. now quit it, your parents are going to see.” 

he gives you a satisfied smile, before leaning his head against yours and wrapping his arm around your waist. the two of you remain that way, curled up in each other’s arms as you finish off the bottle, the warm feeling enveloping your chest with each consecutive sip. 

but it had nothing to do with the drink. and everything to do with satoru. 

you met satoru gojo three years after you made your exile from high society. one forbidden romance with naoya zenin, who was simply not the man you thought he was, ended the life you were leading dead in your tracks. 

bags packed, no questions asked, and one flight voucher. you opened up a map, closed your eyes, and settled in the first place that your finger landed. 

paris. 

and three years later, a very disgruntled satoru gojo made his way to the city, extending his two week long european vacation to a two year long stay when you drunkenly kissed him in an alleyway after confusing him with the guy you were talking to at the bar. 

you suppose it was hopeful thinking. drunk you’s hopeful thinking. that he was the one you were talking to and not whoever it was at the bar, so unmemorable that you can’t even procure the memory. 

and it’s the one time your wish comes true. 

“you think i care if my parents see us together? if anything, i want them to know.” 

you smile, as you reach forward and wrestle his buttons back into place. 

“i care what they think about you.” you murmur. 

“i’d punch my old man if they said anything about you.” 

you shake your head, fixing his collar against his coat.

“hey. i don’t need you to make big, romantic displays of affection for me. romance isn’t dead if we keep our love just ours, you know?” 

and three hours later, with a punch straight to naoya’s nose after one shitty comment and a polite introduction to satoru's parents, he’s dragging you out of the hall as you teeter the line of being blackout drunk, curled up in his arms. the ballroom’s nearly emptied out now, except for a few people lingering in whispered voices at the tables. 

he passes your mother. who grabs him by the shoulder, the touch so firm that it makes him nearly flinch and pull back. he can feel his nostrils nearly flaring when he sees the sight of her, at someone who so callously pushed you out of their life. 

“mr. gojo?” 

“yes?” he seethes. 

she swallows hard, nimbling with her gloved fingers. 

“you-you’ll take care of her? of my sweet girl, right?” she whispers. 

satoru smiles. you owe him twenty dollars.

he looks down at you curled up in his arms, your fist closed fist crumpling the fabric of his collared shirt and your incoherent mumbling. 

“always do.” he mumbles, as she gives him a curt nod as he whisks you down the hallway. 

and nearly halfway home, he can feel your reignited vigor, finally awake after the hour of quiet driving, as you paw at him in the back of the cab, shuffling closer and closer to him in the cramped space. 

“i’m right here, princess.” he murmurs. 

“need to be closer to you…” you slur. 

“you’re sitting on me.” 

“even closer. like inside your head. i want to know everything you're thinking.” you whisper. 

satoru fights the urge to laugh as you take his cheeks into your hands, eyes lidded as you look at him with a droopy smile on your face. he brings his hand up to your cheek, tracing the glittery makeup shimmering on your face as he smiles. 

“currently. i’m trying not to think about you. you’re sitting in a compromising position for me and your smell is nearly intoxicating when you’re this close to me.” 

he can’t help but smile when he watches your eyes go wide. 

“do you think i could brainwash you into loving me forever?” you whisper. 

satoru smiles, hooking his hands under your thighs as he curls you into his chest, your arm tucked into his neck, as he runs his hands through your hair. 

“won’t have to. you’ve got me right where you want me, princess.” 

“do you think i could brainwash me into giving me your credit card?” you mumble. 

“oh?” 

“hey. what happened to me having me right where i wanted you?” you whine. 

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[justmeinadaze]

Rara's Nightmare (Part of We're a Family Universe)(Steddie X You)

From this AU

A/N: Idk where this came from in my brain but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Enjoy the FLUFF!

Warnings: While is from a Steddie AU this is mostly Steve taking care of Ro when she has a nightmare. No angst or smut, just good wholesome fluff.

Word Count: 1043

Aurora woke up with a gasp as she looked around her dark room terrified of how the things she knew now seemed threatening as they lurked in the shadows. Grabbing the little stuffed dragon her daddy bought her, she braved the hallway as she excited her room. 

The house was quiet except for the little creaks of the wood as the wind hit the side of her home. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the stairs passing Dylan’s room along the way. She could hear the low rumbles of his music through the crack at the bottom of the door. Aurora contemplated knocking and waking him up but sometimes her brother could be grumpy if you woke him too early. 

Plus, she knew the monsters that were probably hiding in her room were too big for Dylan to fight on his own. No…she needed to be brave and get to her parents. Her little chocolate-colored eyes quickly darted around as she descended the stairs clinging to her dragon for protection. 

As she entered the living room, however, she suddenly felt lost. In the dark everything seemed to be different. Had the couch always been there or did it move on its own? Wasn’t James’s room just around the corner? She saw the kitchen but then why couldn’t she find her mommy and daddy’s door?

Backing up slowly, her feet abruptly slipped out from under her as she fell on her butt and started to cry. They sound of a door opening startled her as she curled up into a ball and cried harder. 

“Ro? Honey, what happened?”, Steve cooed in a concerned voice still husky from sleep. “What are you doing out of bed?”

Aurora promptly wrapped her arms tightly around her father’s neck knowing that if any of the monsters decided to attack she was safe with him. Pressing her head gently into the nook of his neck, he lifted her into his arms, and rubbed her back comfortingly as he got to his feet.

“What happened?”, you ask quietly, the sound of your voice calming her more.

“I think she just had a nightmare. Go back to bed, baby, I got this. Sweetheart, do you want to say good night to mommy?”

Even though he turned her to face you, she didn’t lift her head as she clung to him tighter. The little toddler sighed when she felt your hand pet her curls before kissing the top of her head. 

“Good night, Ro. I love you.”

“I love you to, mommy.”, she garbled making you and Steve lightly laugh.

The long trek it took her only took her father a few moments as he took a seat on her bed and placed her under the covers. She watched with wide eyes as he leaned towards her nightstand and turned on the nightlight they had gotten her for her birthday. Aurora couldn’t help but smile at her ceiling as brightly colored stars painted the makeshift sky. 

“What happened, honey? Did you have a nightmare?” Hugging her dragon tighter, the tears begin to fall again as she nods. “Hey, hey now. Everything’s ok, baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

Adamantly, she shakes her head as she sinks lower into her blanket. 

“Ok, that’s ok.” Steve watches as her eyes flick to her closet and more fear washes over her. “You know, daddy’s not the only master in this house. I mean, he may be the only dungeon master but I’m a force master. I became a Jedi when I was a little bit older than you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.”, he grins as he bends down and grabs the toy light saber she keeps by her bed. “May I borrow yours? Mine is downstairs.”

“Daaaad!”, she giggles. “That’s not a real light saber.”

Steve playfully scoffs as he rises to his feet and spins the sword around in his hands like they do in the movies. 

“That right there is dark side thinking, Rara. This saber here is as real as you want it to be.” As he reaches out to touch the end with his fingers, he lightheartedly winces as he pulls it back pretending he got burned. “Ow. Hot.”

As her demeanor softens, he smiles as he takes a fighting stance and begins looking around her room. 

“Alright, fair warning to any dark side users in this room! Come out now or you will be killed if I find you.” They both waited in silence to no one and his joking wide eyes met hers making her laugh. Slowly heading for her closet, he pushes open the door and moves some of her clothes around to find it empty. “No one there.”

Taking careful steps around her room, he shines the toy light in dark areas and her grin grows as she realizes everything he passes is things she knows like her stuffed animals on her furniture that seemed to tower over her before. 

“Dada.”, Aurora calls and when he turns to look at her, she points under her bed. 

Placing his finger over his mouth in a shooshing motion, he moves towards the edge of her mattress before dropping on his heels seeming to startle anything that may be hiding. 

“Damn, nothing. I think if anything was in here, they know I’m your dad and I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

She beams up at him as he turns off the light saber and places it on her bedside table next to the night light as he shifts his weight onto his knees to lean over her bed.

“You’re safe, sweetheart. Now can you go back to sleep?”

Lazily she nods her head as he eyes lids begin to droop. 

“Dada? Can…Can you stay with me till I fall asleep again?”

Smiling, he lightly pushes on her back signaling for her to give him some room as he crawls in behind her and brings the blanket up to her chin before kissing the back of her head. 

Pushing her body into his chest, she reaches for his hand and grips two of his fingers in her tiny palm as she begins to drift off again. 

“Good night, dada.”

“Good night, Rara.”

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[anonymouslosersworld]

Two-faced

Two-faced pt 2

Characters; Tenjiku

Genre: Fluff (F)

Toman reacts to : s/o with a double life.

warnings: Reader is a menace to society pt2

Requested by: @sousheiswag

Summary: gang leader!s/o that hides the fact that she Is a True menace and a gang leader to anyone.

characters: Izana, Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

Hiding something like 2nd life was exhausting. Like honestly how did you even find the energy to do it?

Your boyfriend's clingy, stupid, and always had to give you a heart attack one way or another, even if he doesn't admit it. He was up your ass every other day and making you angry half the time. Which made you so happy that you had ...creative outlet

It honestly took a load off caving someone's faces in after a big fight you had said, boyfriend. Sometimes you needed something to end up in flames and someone's ugly sobbing to get your anger out.

It was always a big plus that the people you were kicking the shit out of weren't the innocent bystanders but other gang douches that broke your territory rules or tried to take over your said territory.

But today you were running behind schedule some gang decided to pull some shit the day of some important day your boyfriend invited you . So you had to stop in the middle of getting ready to go deal with them.

you were kinda pissed, while you were hot the temp for that day was even higher and it made you cranky. So the douches got the death of a lifetime.

Izana Kurokawa

Izana was fucking worried, he went to your apartment to check on you because you hadn't called him like you promised you would. Your room looked like it had been ransacked if he was being honest, but he knew that the mess was a part of getting ready to go out.

what really made alarm bells ring in his head was the ugly boot footprints all over your home, he thought you had been kidnapped. While he usually said anything about your shoe preferences these seemed to be all over certain parts of your parents. It's where you keep all your valuables...kept is more like it since these places were empty/ ransacked.

Izana let out a huff and gritted his teeth.

'unbelievable' He thought as he walked out of your apartment.

'I'm so fucking late!!!'

well, you say that but you didn't seem to stop shoving s scum bag's face into the floor.

"you seem to like being on your knees for a girl huh? you must make someone happy." you said trying to alleviate your bad temper.

"oh but who am I kidding, you get no bitches do ya!" You grunt as you knee the guy in the face. "You'd be lucky with just a hello!"

"If it weren't for you I'd be with my boyfriend but noooo. Y-you just couldn't shut the fuck up and leave me be!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by you as you curb stomp the idiot who dared to cross paths with you. You can't help but remember a time not so long ago when it bothered you. But you were most certainly more bothered by your current predicaments because you didn't notice someone coming up behind you trying to confirm it's really you.

"DO you know how fucking long it takes to get a date with that asshole?! A lot! I worked really hard and you ruined it!"

"I could be sipping a (insert drink) with him right now! or watching a fucking movie?! Now I'll have to wait til his dumbass schedule opens up for another one bitch!"

Ran Haitani

See you rather die than admit to Ran that you were a leader of the gang. To give that man satisfaction would be a stain on your pride. So you obviously decided you would deal with the way you love.

Fighting was not one of them.

Physiological warfare of course.

So no Ran didn't catch you exactly fighting but in a particular scene. To him, it looked like you were ambushed or being harassed by a gang. When they looked at him in fear he just assumed it was because of him.

Turns out it was the opposite situation, he had no idea that you had told this daddy's man that his daddy knew what he was doing in his free time.

You had just exposed him for being a fraud rich boy wannabe gang leader just cosplaying, causing his fear to become real as his gang was ruthless and cutthroat.

"Now. do you want me to tell certain interested parties about this orr?" your paused before continuing, "you know you have a really pretty dad ya know? He really looks like my friend's type too, maybe you'll have a new step-mommy."

" You think your empty threats-"

"Empty? who said they were?" You grab his face and squeeze it with a force to bruise his face. "watch your tone with me little bitch boy, or you won't like the consequences ."

The look on the man's face when registered Ran's oncoming figure was hilarious. You would probably laughed if you weren't caught red-handed doing something."

"Heyyy Ran~"

"Is this what was keeping you late?"

"hmm~? what do you mean?"

"This dude bothering you?"

"Oooh, no we were just having a spirited conversation and we finally finished. "

The look on Ran's face was unreadable but after a minute he nodded.

"alright you little bitch, do what I told you or else," you whispered to the man behind him and walked to Ran who had extended his hand to you to hold.

So ran didn't find out till after rumors had spread that he was someone's dog and bitch.

Rindou Haitani

Rindou finding out that you were in a gang was actually pretty easy if you asked him (you never denied it or tried to hide it) . But if you asked yourself, you couldn't have been more obvious with him. In your relationship with Rindou you pride yourself with being honest with him and having a clear and open line of communication with each other.

you literally had just gone to the bathroom at this cafe that you and Rindou decided to have a date at and suddenly Taiju Shiba was in your seat trying to "conduct business'" with Rindou. You smirk as you approach the table before stealing a kiss from Rindou and placing yourself onto his lap.

"Hi baby, whose this date crasher?" you question him playing dumb. You knew Taiju very well.

"This is_"Rindou began before being interrupted by Taiju

" I don't think it any of your business'."

A laugh escapes your throat and you smile at him.

"Well I know you don't think at all. But seeing as you interrupted MY date with MY boyfriend.. it is my business. "

" No one has taught you to speak when your spoke-"

" Unlike your shitty ass, poor of excuse of a way of treating your "family" you don't get to talk to me that way. Or did you forget your manners when your parents died Dog." You spoke with poison in your veins, you hated every single cell of that loser. For the way that he treats your friend and her brother but also the way he handles things.

Taiju blood boils and he begins to try to "disciple" you but before he or Rindou could even react, your men quickly disabled Tajiu and pinned him to the table. With his face shoved into the dirty café floor , you motion to your men to pick the loser up. Blood ran down his nose and forehead, his cheeks stung from your full force slaps to the point were he almost didn't feel them.

" Now, just this once I'll let you off easy okay girlie? Because i know of a couple of interested parties that would like to shoot another one those videos. "

His face drained of color as he remembers Haikai's significant other torment and the humiliation's he went through because of them.

"good you realize who I'm speaking of. Hears what we are going to do. Your going to leave me and my boyfriend to our date. These lovely men are going to beat you to inch of your life then leave you for dead in some random river while recording everything and maybe just maybe that video will end up in Koko's or haikai's lovely s/o hands. And you will spend every waking moment wondering when either of them is going to strike."

Rindou had chills for weeks after that. He processed the event slowly as he clearly remembered the fear in Taiju's face. The fact that you could be so cold and ruthless but the next second be so warm to him blew his mind.

He would do the same thing of course but he needs time to process. But in the meantime you two go on a lot of uninterrupted dates.

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi values information, money and luxury.

But there was a fourth thing he valued with his grubby greedy hands the most and that was you. You had everything he valued and loved all wrapped into one. You somehow knew information that it would have taken him a lot of time and money. You had "strange" and "random" friendships with some questionable people, connections he knew where in HIS world.

so he didn't have evidence to back up his claims but in his 4 million heart he knew that you were at least involved into his world but just didn't know how much. He knew you either deep enough to be an information gatherer of a spy but he didn't think you were a gang leader.

Day and night he would undirectedly tell you to leave that world behind and that he would take care of you but you never acknowledge his underlying message.

But he realized how strong you were when a gang he was working on merging another gang to tenjiku only to realize that group had disbanded and joined another gang.

Shion

Oh He knew, you think he would forget getting his ass beat by you??

[french-unknown]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x little sister!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Since you met Finnick when you were only 6 years old, you immediately thought of each other as brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, the Hunger Games do not spare children.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: none

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 900

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

[ m a s t e r l i s t ]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Mags is your grandmother from your mother’s side so you grew up in District 4 in Victors’ Village with your whole family.

You had a sweet childhood, which makes you a nice and quite innocent child when it comes to the world you live in, and you were very close to your grandmother who often took care of you. Your family grew without ever being in need thanks to the pension of the former victor but nevertheless remained very humble and appreciated by the district because you were all devoted to charitable works.

The subject of the Hunger Games has always been a sensitive subject, however, and no one was watching the Games at home.

When you were 6, Finnick - then 14 years old - won his Games and also moved to the Victors' Village.

He immediately formed a kind of brother-sister relationship with you, where he was the one who looked after you when your parents were not there. He also went with you to school, which was the same as his, and waited for you in the evening so that you could go home together. He was truly the sweetest big brother in the world who kept reminding you that you were his little princess.

Your relationship improved even more when Annie Cresta came to settle down when you were 11 because the three of you often hung out together. You were over the moon when you found out they were together.

Unfortunately, you were nominated as the female tribute of the 73rd Hunger Games when you were only 14 years old.

There was panic in your family: your parents wouldn't let go of you as they hugged you in the back room and you saw Mags crying silently in a corner. During the whole preparation period, all of them who were mentors came with you and did their best to teach you the techniques to hide and to survive during the Games.

Just before entering the arena, your grandmother gave you her necklace with an oyster shell so that you would have a souvenir of her.

Luckily for you, the arena for the 73rd Hunger Games was "City Ruins" so so the weather conditions weren't extreme and you had plenty of hiding places to hide in "comfortably". You used your skills and, just like the District 6 Morphlings and Mags before, you were able to survive in the arena without having to fight with anyone. Plus, you were very popular on Capitol because you were a child and also as a descendant of a previous victor from the first generation. So, coupled with the fact that Finnick and Mags had gone out of their way to get you sponsors, you received a lot of gifts that helped you a lot during the Games.

You were greeted like a miracle on your way home.

However, the stress of your nomination as well as her old age got the better of Mags, who passed away before the start of the 74th Hunger Games.

When the 3rd Quarter Quell was announced, when you were 16, you were in shock and yet, when you heard Annie's name as a tribute, you volunteered in her place. You considered her your big sister and loved her as such, so knowing her psychological state, you preferred to take a chance rather than let her die. When you were in private with Finnick, he thanked you for saving her and promised to always protect you no matter what, as the precious little sister you were for him.

You joined the Rebellion alongside Finnick.

As the start of the Games cannon thundered, you jumped into the water to swim to the catwalk. Thanks to your swimming abilities in your district, you were one of the first to go out of the water. However, while you were locating yourself in the arena as well as where Finnick and your allies were, you didn't see Enobaria who emerged from the water at your feet to come and bite your Achilles tendon until it was bloody. You managed to push her back into the water before running to Finnick, whom you had spotted at the Cornucopia, and collapsing at his feet, unable to walk.

He carried you on his back for the rest of the Games where he defended you tooth and nail against all threats such as the fog, monkey mutts or other tributes. You comforted him as best you could after his time with the mockingjays.

Given your physical proximity to him before the dome exploded, he used his last strength to crawl up to you before the hovercraft took him away. So you were picked up in the same basket as him.

So you were sent to District 13 where you both eagerly awaited Annie's return and, when she finally came back and she and Finnick finally got married, you were their maid of honor. When Finnick then left with the expedition squad to the Capitol, you stayed in the underground District where you learned from Annie that your entire family was executed by Snow after you disappeared due to your rebellion. Once Finnick returned and you all witnessed the execution of Snow and Coin, the three of you settled back into District 4.

You have the house right next to theirs.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @amonett @zodiyack

[chayanne18]

Don’t talk back

GENRE // dom!enhypen x virgin!reader

WARNINGS // smut, oral, unprotected sex (GET READY BABY)

Part 1

You just moved into your step brothers apartment, getting out of your parents house was not easy, but working at the library got you enough for a plane ticket to go and see Jake again, he was the only good thing that your mums last marriage gave you, Jake was so kind and nice to you that he made all the fighting and screaming at home disappear, but when he had to leave to college you were left alone.

When you told him you needed a place in Seoul to stay it didn’t take much time for him to suggest you to come to his apartment, you were a bit off at first since he shares it with three other men, and you were a bit shy with strangers, especially of the opposite gender.

But after a couple minutes you decided it was the best option you had, and now two months later here you are, at your brother’s doorstep waiting for him to open. 

But for your surprise it was someone else who opened it “Heey you must be y/n, Jake is in the shower, he told me to show you around” the tall man said to you in a very excited tone, you decide to go inside and follow him as he said, “You can leave your bags in Sunghoon’s bed, he is out of the country for work so you can stay in his room until he gets back” he said with a big smile, after leaving your things you go with him to the kitchen where you find a very wet and half naked Jake who just got out of the shower.

You were not gonna lie, he was fine, he fas very much fine, the thought of having an affair with your step brother wasn’t something new, he was always so good to you that he became the center of your wet dreams for a while, plus you technically were not related so it wasn’t that bad. But you knew he saw you as a little sister, even though he was just a year older than you he always acted like a big bro and showed no interest in doing anything sexually related with you.

But keeping in mind that the last time he saw your face you were 15, his thoughts may have changed a bit seeing how beautiful you looked right now all grown up with your extremely long black hair, your cute round glasses and that tiny mini skirt you were wearing, thinking of how easy it must be slipping his hands under it and explore you fully. But then again you were his sister, so he had to excuse himself quickly before you realized the huge boner he was hiding under that towel.

You were left speechless, what did just happen, why did he leave like that without even saying hi and most important why tf was he looking at you that way.

You look at the boy next to you perplexed at what just happened, he awkwardly smiles at you “i- umm..dinner?” you quickly nod your head and you both start making some pasta.

While the water is boiling you decide to go and take a shower since you still haven’t had time to wash yourself after the flight and you know….tourist class…

The boy who you later found out he was named Jungwon tells you to use the bathroom next to that sunghoon guy’s room since there are spare towels there.

While you are showering you start hearing voices but you just guess that jungwon and jake must be talking in the livingroom and they are speaking too loud, you stop the water and just when you are ready to get out someone walks in, someone walks in and you start hearing noises, a belt, clothes falling into the ground, you stay still….you don’t know what to do, if they know you are in the shower why would they come inside without even knocking??

“i’m so tired of love songs tired of love son..” he starts singing “just wanna go home wan…” he starts the water without noticing you

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A CHOICE TO MAKE

Paiting : Bucky x Reader

Warning : soulmate AU, fluff, angst

Word count : 2047

READER POV

At the age of one, small letters appeared on your left wrist : the initials of your soulmate. It has been like this for everyone over the centuries. Your parents were no exceptions, destined to be together. Their lives sealed by ink on the skin. However, that didn't stop them from fighting over and over again. Tearing themselves apart before your eyes every day, even to the point of forgetting your presence. When you were eight, they filed for divorce and left you with your Aunt Emilia.

From that moment on, you refused to believe in this absurd soulmate story, wearing a bandage that Emilia changed every day to hide the initials. After a while, you stopped remembering which letters were engraved.

As years went by, you stayed with your aunt. Your parents never came back. Never called you. If that was what love looked like, you didn't want it. You didn't want to be abandoned, to have your heart broken by anyone else.

As you grew up, drawing became your one true love. Your aunt taught you and you were really good at it. Studies have never interested you. So, when you finished high school, you joined your aunt in running her clothing boutique. She made everything herself and taught you everything you needed to know. Thanks to her talents and yours, the store flourished. You even had the opportunity to partner with a few well-known brands.

About your sentimental life, you finally decided to give it a chance. After all, your parents were probably an exception. Unfortunately, the few relationships you had failed. Either because you were too scared, or because you couldn't ignore the men's wrist : it was never your initials. And the main reason was that not many people wanted to be in a relationship with someone they knew wasn't their soulmate. As a result, you were still single at the age of 28.

You wanted to find love, but you still refused to look at your wrist. To avoid thinking about what you would never have, you worked relentlessly. After a busy day, you liked to go to your favorite café. It was open all night, which was perfect because you were more productive at night. Sometimes you even spent the night there. During another evening, you settled in with a café au lait in hand. You were concentrating on a new summer dress project and hadn't heard the stranger arrive.

BUCKY POV

It was another sleepless night for Bucky. It has been like that since Hydra. His dreams always turning into nightmares. He'd got into the habit of wandering around at night. It helped him to calm his mind. Steve, his best friend, had advised him to go out and explore. « It helped him when I woke up in the 21st century, » he had told him, before going back to the 40s.

Bucky was walking through the streets. Night had already fallen but New-York was called « the city that never sleeps » for a reason : there was always activity even at night. Yet, he still managed to find a quiet place in a small street. A café opened 24/7.

When he entered, a little bell announced his arrival. The owner was behind the counter, and greeted him with a smile. Bucky ordered a cup of black coffee. All the tables were free, except one. The young woman sitting by the window was wearing glasses, a computer in front of her, a pen in her hands and notebooks spread out on two tables.

He decided to approach her. After all, why not try to make new friends ? Plus, she was really pretty. He took his café and headed towards her.

« Is this place available ?, » he asked. But she didn't answer, her mind way too focused on her drawings. Bucky tried again and this time she jumped. « I'm sorry, » he quickly added, « I didn't mean to scare you. »

« No, it's fine. I was just working and sometimes I just don't pay attention to my surroundings, » she said, putting her things away to make room for him. While she was doing that, Bucky noticed the bandage on her wrist and wondered why. That made him think about his left arm, the metal one, hidden under his leather jacket, his hand under a glove. He couldn't remember the letters. And almost all pictures from his previous life had disappeared, making it impossible to find out. However, this wouldn't be useful. His soulmate must be dead by now. He was still alive, but love was dead for him.

READER POV When the man's voice finally reached your ears, you got scared because usually there weren't a lot of people in the café late at night, and no one talked to you because you were always busy. Your eyes met his blue ones, and it was like looking to the sky after a storm.

Instinctively, you looked at his wrist which was hidden under his clothes. It scared you and reassured you at the same time. Maybe he was like you. Maybe he didn't want to know either.

« My name is Bucky, » he said, holding out his hand for you to shake. You shyly took it, giving him your name. You sat, facing each other. He was interested in your drawings, and you told him about your job and the store you ran with your aunt.

« Do you also design men's clothes ?, » he asked, looking at your different drawings.

« No, I never tried to be honest. We also were never asked to do them, so I only created them for women. But, why not, that could be fun and we would reach more people. »

You continued talking and around 1 a.m, Bucky invited you for a walk through the city. « The night is still young, and I feel like none of us is tired… but only if you want of course, » he was scratching the back of his neck and his cheeks took a pink shade. He was nervous.

« It's okay, » you genuinely smiled at him, « I'd love to. » He looked relieved.

« I'm sorry, it has just been a long time since I invited a woman somewhere. If you feel uncomfortable of course, I won't bother you ! » He looked so nervous, it was cute.

« Bucky, it's fine. You're just talking like you are really old, » you chuckled.

« Well, let's talk about that while we're walking. »

While you were walking through the streets of New-York, Bucky told you about his life. The 40s, the war, Hydra, waking up to the 21st century. When you asked why he was telling you all of this, he said : « because it's not everyday that I can talk about my own story. Usually people learn from the Internet, and it's not the same. » He also explained that he was scared, because he knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life without a woman by his side. His soulmate was in the past, and he was here.

« I think that isn't true. Love can't only be defined by a tattoo. And if you really believed what you just said, you wouldn't be here with me. »

He stopped, taking your hand. « You seem angry. » You didn't answer. « I saw that you were hiding the letter, why ? You could look for your soulmate and be happy. »

« Because I don't believe in it. I don't want this fucking inscription to tell me who I have to love. » He told you about his story, so you did the same. He didn't judge you, instead he understood. « Come on old man, » you didn't want to talk about this anymore, « let's forget this soulmate thing and enjoy our night together. »

« Follow me, » he said, taking your hand, « I know a nice spot. »

Bucky took you to a building, using the elevator to get to the roof. He asked you to close your eyes and you opened them when you felt the wind on your face. The view was beautiful : you could see the lights of the town, some of them coming from windows. Looking at the sky, you were able to see a few stars. It was silent, the sound of the city seemed far away.

You looked back at Bucky who was smiling. He took his jacket off, revealing the metal arm. « Dance with me », he said. And you accepted, taking his hand.

« Where did you learn how to dance ?, » you asked, letting him guide you.

« My mom taught me, » you briefly saw sadness in his eyes but his smile was stronger. « I'm glad I didn't forget. »

You both stayed like that for a long time. No words were required. You could have stayed like that for the rest of the night, when it started to rain. « I should take you back to your place, » Bucky broke the comfortable silence.

"Wait, » you begin. « I.. I always wanted to have a kiss under the rain. » You could feel your cheeks burning. But you had to try because there was something different about him. Because he had no letters. Because maybe you had a chance. Because maybe life was easier this time.

He took your face in his big hands, and gently kissed you. The rain fell harder and harder, it was cold on your hot skin. But Bucky didn't stop and you didn't want him to. Nothing mattered but you and him.

Later, he took you to your place. And you both knew that even if it was the end of the night it was the beginning of a life together.

3 years later

It was a beautiful rainy day. The dark clouds were reflected in the lake. The reception room was decorated with blue flowers. People were talking as they were waiting for you. In a few minutes it would be your moment. One of the most important in your life.

Emilia helped you with the final touches. She noticed that you still had a bandage around your wrist. « You should remove it now, » she gently said. Bucky has often told you the same, he didn't care about what would be written on it.

« I'm scared, I don't want to ruin this day by seeing another man's letter. Only Bucky matters now. »

« Then, you won't pay attention to it. Trust me, take it off. » You looked into her eyes. You knew you could trust her, as always. With trembling hands and your heart beating loudly, you removed what was covering your skin. And you saw.

J. B. B.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your aunt read the letters and smiled. « What is so funny ? » you asked.

« Honey, I remember the initials from before you decided to forget them. I even have a picture on which you can read them. I'm always keeping it in my wallet, in case you wanted to see it one day. » She handed you the picture, a younger version of yourself was smiling, waving at the camera. You took a look at this small hand.

S. G. R

« I don't… » But you didn't have the time to finish your sentence. The music started. It was time to go. You took your aunt's arm so she could walk you down the aisle. When Bucky saw you, he was amazed. Your dress was beautiful, and you had designed it yourself. He couldn't wait to say the words that would unite the both of you forever.

« Remember, » Emilia told you in the middle of the aisle, « your life isn't determined by letters, but by your choices. » You couldn't ask her any questions as you were already in front of Bucky. Looking into his perfect blue eyes, you remembered what you said a few minutes ago : Only Bucky matters now.

You looked again at the letters and realized that you were going to marry your soulmate, because it was your choice.

I hope you loved this soulmate OS! Tell me what you think in the comments !

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Undead Melodies

Underfell Sans x Reader

chapter: 8

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Ring ring

Sorry but the person you have dialed is not picking up, please leave a message after the tone.

b e e e p 

"Hey tori. it's me again…This is like voicemail 7.

We're still alive and in snowdin. Working at Grillby's bar has been pretty good. The monsters seemed to like my band's music and Grillby let me bring the kids to work with me. 

He gives them color pages to doodle on while I'm performing. I thought it was cute that he kept them and hung them up on the bar. But I learned that he's been selling the kids' art works. Turns out monsters will pay a lot of gold for a one of a kind piece made by a living human child. He even gives Frisks some of the money, definitely not a whole lot but I didn't feel the need to sit anything since he practically babysits them when I'm performing and well like he said all our meals are free. Don't worry though, I'm making sure the kids are eating veggies too. 

Oh Neo gave me keys to a bigger room. His mom Lorena granted us to stay in one of the suites. So the kids gave their own room now and I have mine. We also have a small living area combined with a small kitchen. It's nice. She still wont let me pay for the room so I've been buying stuff from her shop….She slips in free snacks for the kiddos. 

Sans Brother Papyrus still chases me on sight. But ya know ...I think he's doing it because he finds fun in it now more than to culture us to drag to be executed by King Asgore. 

And sans? Yea the guy is still a dickhead, but at least i can trust him to be a dickhead. Despite him acting like he's not, I know he's been tag teaming with Grillby in watching the kids at the bar. The sudden influx of  the kids in their book bags is getting suspicious. 

He still keeps conversations short between us and I don't mind it but it's strange how he seems to keep his distance acting like a complete jackass one second but the next he has Frisk and Flowey on his lap at the bar coloring with them. 

I found out from him that Papyrus had not snitched us out so someone called Undyne, so i guess that's good. 

Waterfall is closed down something about a big flood so it's going to be longer before I can get frisk to their home. I hope the kids' parents aren't losing their shit too badly ... .i've started teaching the kids..Im shitbat home schooling so i'm doing the basics, reading, comprehension, basic math. they seem to be doing well……" Sigh…" I wish you were with us Tori, I feel utterly lost. 

This place is just so different. I've been in a couple of fights already, nothing too bad. I've learned to handle myself but hiding my face and stuff to be human looking I think is really doxxing me out here. i started to think about just saying fuck it and ditch the glove and face mask but…i dont know if that will make it worst. i wish you could pick up or text me back, i could really use your advice………………..Welp, that's all this week, i'll call again next week…Bye.``

You sighed, staring at the phone before pushing out of your bed. It was five am and you couldn't sleep, you felt so heavy.

depression

You knew it well. You changed into clothes, you were able to buy a few fits. Pulling on a yellow sweater Lorena had stitched up for you and some banter you pulled on your boots and your best hoodie on. Grabbing your phone and keys you quietly walked out of your room and checked on the kids. 

Frisk and Flowey were knocked out clean and you chuckled before carefully closing their bedroom door and heading to the kitchen. Grabbing one of their coloring pages you left a note and headed out of the suite making sure everything was locked before you walked down the hall. 

The lobby was empty and you headed out into the cold winter morning. Ice and snow crunching under your boots as you walked through the chilled town of snowdin. Not a monster in sight as you dug your hands into your pockets and walked. Breathing in and out the cold air from your jaw. fog forming from your mask. 

The exposed bones you had were starting to ache, they always felt like they were aching lately. 

You weren't sure where to go but you just started a pace until you ended up at Grillbys.

It was closed, you were sure, but you noticed the lights on and reached for the door finding it unlocked. You felt a sense of alarm and opened the door walking in the small bell ringing as you did. 

You had thought someone broke in, but you calmed seeing the purple flame monster behind the bar cleaning and setting up for the day his back turned to you.

"Another nightmare Sans?" The man's words crackled  like firewood before turning to spot you.

"Oh…Y/n..You do know my establishment is closed right now right?" 

You felt shy suddenly.

"Shit..yea i know Grillby i just saw the lights on and the door was unlocked and thought someone broke in..Came to make sure you weren't getting robbed. I can get out tho." 

You explained but Grillby shook his head beckoning you to the bar and you found yourself at a barstool rather quickly.

"You are up early." His voice crackled and he seemed to be busy with something.

"Couldn't sleep, had too much on my mind." You answered by crossing your arms on the bar top. 

Grillby turned, placing a steaming mug down in front of you. It smelled good, like hot chocolate but you could smell a hint of spices.  You watched as Grillby placed down a straw not having you reach over in a holder to grab one. Guess he noticed you using them alot to keep your lower face hidden.

"I will not press. But between the hours of 5am to 8am anything that happens or is shown in this bar is strictly confidential." Grillby said sternly before turning to clean glassware. 

You paused. Eye moving to your gloved hand, your teeth feeling suddenly itchy as the mask brushes against them. Your gloved hand ached from the sweat that was already forming from the heated leather. 

Can I really? 

You glanced up seeing that Grillby  did not pay you any attention as he was focused on working and you looked at the mug and straw again.

fuck it. confidential is confidential. And Grillby fucking hates rats so why would he be one? 

Mind made you work your glove off your left hand allowing the bones to breathe once again. You then pulled down the bandana that had been your mask letting it rest around your neck and you pulled out that sparkly small bow from your pocket pulling your long bangs from your right eye socket uncovering and pinning the hair away. 

You reached for the mug and brought it to your teeth, tipping it back and letting the warm liquid pour into your mouth, your tongue forming and tasting it.

It was hot chocolate with a hell of a delicious kick. It warmed your bones and then your body and you let out a sigh of enjoyment.

"Thanks, I can pay for it, ya know." You spoke up, setting the mug down, nursing it in your hands.

"There's no need really y/n, it's just hot ch-" His voice cut off with a series of crackles and you looked up from your mug realizing he was looking at you. 

You felt like your soul dropped, your hand itches and you felt your body charge with pent up energy ready to flee. 

Then Grillby relaxed, unstuffing and brought up a pitcher pot pouring more into your mug. 

"chocolate." He spoke once more, now composed. "A family recipe back before the war." He explained. 

You found yourself relaxing as well, and brought the mug closer to you again.

"The war?" You asked and Grillby nodded.

"Yes, I was in it and I was one of the few to survive in my family." He explained and moved to his register setting up the tills.

"You're a veteran?" 

"Yes.. Though I made a place for myself afterwards…" He made a hand motion showcasing the diner and you felt yourself smile more. 

"A pretty nice place for yourself." You hummed bringing the mug to your face.

"Yes indeed." He spoke before looking at you. "I've lived so long I was sure that I have seen everything, so pardon my surprise, I've never seen a human being half skeleton and being alive. " 

You found yourself shrugging. 

"I'm a decaying corpse, I know it looks shitty." You commented before sipping more of your hot chocolate.

"Quite opposite actually." Grillby's works crackled as he turned leaning on the counter to look at you. 

"It's quite a fascinating biological phenomenon. Like an entire different species, had something like this appeared four hundred years ago during the war, it would have questioned everything. It still questions everything. my own mind and morals don't know rather to despise you or find familiar bonds with you." He moved closer to look at your face more closely.

"May i?" He asked and you shrugged watching one of his purple flamed hands reach to your jaw and he glided his fingers over it turning your head so he could study the bone structure.

You let out a slight hiss but held back from jerking. 

"Too hard?" He hummed letting go of your jaw and grabbing your hand studying it.

"ah a bit, they just feel a lot more sensitive than usual." You admitted towards him. "Part of why I couldn't sleep."

Grillby hummed and moved away from you heading to the bar's kitchen before coming back placing a bottle of mustard. 

"Go one and take some sips of this." He motioned for you to drink, you must've showed your disgust on your face because he chuckled.

"It's for joint relief. Sans has mild arthritis pains so I made this remedy for him to help lessen the pains. Of course I am assuming you may have it as well, which will lessen the pain, But if I were you I'd go to Sans about the bone pains." Grillbys explained and you sighed, taking the bottle popping the cap off and bringing the mustard to your mouth squirting a load of it in-between your teeth.

You nearly choked on it. 

It was smokey, and slightly spicy with it being tangy. 

The mustard was quite thick, coating your tongue longer than it should as it dissolves. But the tingling that formed in your bones made you let out a sigh. 

"Yea…I'll shoot him a text when he's up." You said with a nod to confirm you will contact sans.

"He's already up, just passed by on his way to his stand. " Grillby had informed you. 

You looked at the flame monster then the bottle of mustard sighing. You grabbed the bottle and slid off the barstool and headed to the door. Pulling up your mask and glove on and letting your bangs fall over your Eye socket and you found yourself once again in the chili air. 

The walk did not seem to take so long as you found yourself quickly appearing at the stand. Sure enough Sans was in fact awake and at the stand seeming to be sitting in a chair, his legs on the stands counter as he leaned back playing on his phone. Your crunching footsteps caused his eyelights to snap up at you and you could see the confusion on his face.

"Er…What's up kid?" He questioned and you moved closer to the stand, setting the bottle of mustard down.

"I need help." You forced the words out, for some reason you didn't want to ask Sans for help.  You weren't even sure why, but maybe it was because you couldn't read him like you could with other monsters. He was unpredictable.

Yet Grillby was right, if you were having a bone problem, the fucker would be the best person to go to. It just meant you will have to finally show another person what you were ...You didn't even know what you were so it was unpleasant. You knew Grillby wouldnt rat you out just because of the business he ran alone. But sans? From what you saw he liked to talk shit about people and didn't seem the greatest with secrets. 

"Erm…Okay.." He muttered putting his phone down and moving his legs from the counter to sit up properly as he gave you a strange look.

"With what?" He muttered the question and you found you taking a deep breath before your hand moved to your mask. 

just rip it off like a bandaid. 

You tried to give yourself the courage but you noticed how sans eyelights immediately went to your mask before meeting you eyelight.  a curious look forming on his face. Your body stiffened, unsure if you could trust sans with something like this…

"Well? what the hell you want kid?" The skeleton snapped causing you to jump someone and glare back at him.

"Fucking wait a minute." You seethed back, before tugging down the bandana. Your jaw aches more being exposed fully to the cold winds and you found yourself hissing softly before moving your hair out of your eye sockets way focusing on sans for a moment until the eyelight wobbly came back in. Your eye socket felt like it was burning and you felt your other eye watering. You proceeded to take off your glove and roll your sweater sleeves to show the patches of exposed bone to him. When you looked at him you froze.

His eye sockets were empty with that solid black void. He did that sometimes when he wasn't all there or someone pissed him off at the bar. But now he was staring at you full force with that voided look and it made you feel regret. 

"y-Ya know…nevermind…" You found yourself forcing out hand flying to your bandana to rip it back up. You turned on your right ankle harshly feeling how the bones of your skeletal foot shot a sharp pain up your leg meaning you staggered for a moment. 

this was a bad idea..i shouldn't have listened to Grillby. 

Before you could take off running, a large skeleton hand was on your right shoulder causing his boney palm to slam into your exposed shoulder cuff causing bones to grind on bones with the thin layer of sweater between them, the aching grew and made you jump with pain and hiss out. 

"Shit kid." Sans muttered, losing his grip on your shoulder. He must've shortcutted directly behind you.

"Yea i can help…But ima have to see fully what were working with here…" 

Your head was already spinning before you could choke out a response and you were in a room which looked to be some kind of lab. 

You looked around nervously before looking up at sans who was already digging through some cabinets pulling out a medical pelvis wrap. 

He turned towards you, holding it out to you.

"Okay Y/n, ima need you to strip and get this on." He said but his eyelights refused to look at you. 

You stared at the robe before looking at him.

"You know I'm wearing boxers right?" You asked and saw him looking more nervous before snapping his eyelights to you snarling.

"Ya think if i knew that i would be giving you a damn robe. I dont know what you Humans fucking wear underneath your clothes." 

You couldn't help but to grin, your teeth ached.

"I promise I ain't going commando." You said but took the robe from him and began stripping down. 

You noticed how sans Moved towards a computer typing in a password and bringing up a blank note page, but also some files which look like to start a medical record. 

Huh..you ain't think sans could have been some type of doctor. Your eyes moved towards the lab equipment in the small lab and other things, you even saw a dusty picture frame that seemed to have a degree in it with sans name printed on it.

Guess this is what Grillby meant about coming to him.

Wrapping the robes over your boxers you made a throat clearing sound causing sans to finally turn and look over you, his eyelights vanishing from his sockets once again. 

You wondered if your body creeped him the hell out since you seemed human but had bones protruding out like if you were the corpse bride…

huh..Emily was so rocking that look..maybe id look better if my skin was blue? 

Sans motioned for you to sit down on a med bed and you did and he moved over, taking one of your arms and examining the exposed bone patches doing the same to your other arm before moving around the bed to look at your back. You felt his phalanges carefully prod at some exposed vertebrae on your upper spine and it caused you to jump letting out a hiss. 

"Sorry…they're pretty sensitive all of a sudden." you felt embarrassed and you weren't even sure why.

"Have you just been walking around with your bones just out?" He asked suddenly and the question made you confused. 

"I don't..really have a choice? wait…what do you mean? " You turned your head to look at him .

"Your bones are always just out!" 

Sans made a face at you before shaking his head. 

"No dumbass, not by clothing, oils." He huffed.

"............I was supposed to oil my bones?" 

"....So you just ran around allowing your bones to grind themselves down?" You felt your face making a face and sans sighed running a hand over his face.

"Okay…Okay…Start from the beginning kid. How the hell did this all happen?" He looked up at you and you felt yourself stiffen.

While Toriel had been the monster to tell some parts of your past you left a lot of details out. Just how you were sure you came back to life this way was a punishment. 

"Um…suicide…fail?" You muttered out. 

There was a silence between you two before the bed creaked and sans now sat beside you.

"I ain't gonna lie kid, I've never seen this before..I don't even know how you're alive…I can sit here and make theories or we can cut the shit and pull out your soul and I judge it. But doing so it will show me all your memories kid. I will know everything that is you, your entire being and then that can show me why you're like this…for the bone pains well, it's also gonna have to be close and personal, your magic is storing up in the joints and sockets. Meaning your body is producing too much magic than it needs. I can pop your bones for ya but….." He paused and you looked up to see his cheek bones glowing a dull red.

"I have the feeling you popping my bones is kinda intimate." You spoke up and watched sans scratch at his head.

"It is when you let your magic build up in your joints for this long…" 

A silence pass in the air again and you sighed 

"Will it stop the aching?" 

"Yea it'll stop it alright." 

"Would you be okay with this?"

Sans turned and looked at you.

"Kid, I should be the one asking you that." 

You shrugged. 

"I just want the pains to go away…and answers." You muttered.

"Is that ua consent?" Sans muttered looking away from you once again. The room felt awkward and you felt yourself slightly nervous and brought a hand to your chest. 

If I do this everything will be out.

You sighed.

"You won't rat anything out?" Your voice sounded weak, too shaky. 

"Nah kid, pretty sure that goes against patients, doctor shit." He muttered.

"So you a r e a doctor?" You asked and sans turned to you.

"Scientists…Ex one actually. "

huh. 

you didn't really see that, but seeing that you were in a lab and He seemed to know his way around it well. It made sense.

"Okay…yea you have my consent sans…Find out what's wrong with me." 

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Brotherhood (1)

Directly following the events of Double Helix, Danny enrolls in Bayville High school and joins the Brotherhood of Mutants. He's not sure if they actually believe he's a ghost and not a mutant, but at least they don't care enough to challenge him on it, and that's good enough for him.

Written for @crossoverdanuary Week 2024, Day 5: The Owl House X-Men Evolution | Shell

I have seen exactly two episodes of The Owl House, and that was like four years ago or something, so I was not confident in my ability to write a crossover for it.

The one word prompt doesn't actually appear until the second chapter, but I tried to work in a theme of both Danny and Wanda "coming out of their shell" throughout the fic. You can also read it on AO3.

Chapter 1: Halfway House

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[Warnings for mild violence and mentions of mental health issues]

Danny never realized how much of a pain in the ass it was to enroll in school by himself. Jazz really deserved a lot more credit for dealing with all the stuff their parents forgot to do. It was so much paperwork. Nevertheless, with some effort, Danny got himself enrolled in Bayville High and slipped right in under the radar. Since his human form didn't stand out, he just showed up on his first day and figured things out from there.

Just like he'd suspected, there were several mutants at the school, meaning none of the other students picked up on Danny's weird vibes. 

The guy who never took off his stupid sunglasses and the German kid whose hands were in a permanent Vulcan salute were perfect camouflage. At least, they helped him hide from the normal students. The mutant students picked up on him within the first week.

"Hey, new kid!" A group of students cornered Danny at his locker while he was switching out his books before heading to lunch. 

He recognized most of them from his classes, Lance, Pietro, and a kid everyone called Toad, but Danny didn't know his real name. There was also a huge guy with a blond Mohawk who was about the same size and Danny's dad, maybe even a few inches taller. Danny had seen him around school, since he was kind of hard to miss, but didn't have any classes with him, and so didn't know his name.

"Can I help you?" Danny asked.

"You're a mutant, aren't you?" Lance asked him.

"No. What's it to you?" Danny responded.

"We're called the Brotherhood of Mutants," Pietro explained. "Or just the Brotherhood for short. We've seen what you can do and we want you to join us."

"Unless you're already one of the X-Men," the big guy said. "You're not, are you?"

"Of course he's not. We would know if he was!" Pietro snapped. "So, what do you say?"

"Join you?" Danny raised an eyebrow and gave them a skeptical frown. "What exactly would that entail?"

"Oh it's great!" Toad told him. "You get to live at the board house where there's no rules, fight the X-Men... I mean... we always get our butts kicked, but it's still cool!"

"Free room and board is enticing," Danny admitted. 

He was currently squatting in a for-sale home and only getting away with it because he was already gone for school before the first tour of the day and he thought of locks as more of a suggestion than a rule. 

"But I don't join just any mutant group that offers me an invitation. What are your actual beliefs, your goals? What do you stand for?"

"Uhh...." Toad put a finger to his lip thoughtfully. "You know what, I don't really know."

"We stand for ourselves," Lance told him, pushing Toad aside. "Because when it comes down to it, nobody else will, and we freaks gotta stick together. You in or what? 'Cause we ain't gonna waste our time with you any longer than we have to." 

Lance extended a hand to Danny, and Danny just looked at it for a long moment before accepting the handshake.

"I'm in," Danny agreed. 

These guys seemed like dicks, to be honest, but their ideals aligned with his a whole lot better than professor goodie two-shoes. Plus, maybe it was just a coincidence or an accident, but they hadn't actually called him a mutant. They'd asked if he was, but hadn't pushed when he said no, not like that stupid professor had.

"Great," Lance said. "I'll pick you up in my jeep after school, but be on time because I'm not waiting for you."

"Oh, by the way, Tabitha's part of our group, too," Pietro told him. "You may know her as Boom Boom. Hope you don't mind if there's a girl in the house."

"Why would I mind?" Danny asked. 

Pietro didn't answer, just sped away.

After school, he waited by what he assumed was Lance's jeep. It was the muddiest jeep in the school lot, so he was only guessing, but he was pretty sure. He ended up being right, and Lance drove them all to the Brotherhood's boarding house. The place was a disaster area, and a complete mess. There were still a couple of free rooms, but Danny opted to lay claim to the attic and moved one of the free beds up there.

"Why would you want the creepy old attic?" asked the big guy, whom everyone called Blob.

"Because, a haunted attic is objectively cooler and spookier than haunted bedroom," Danny told him matter-of-factly. "I'm not gonna be some lame bedroom ghost. What am I, an eight-year-old girl whose depressed mother drowned her in a bathtub? No! I'm a science experiment gone wrong. Besides, this place doesn't have a basement, so I have to settle for the next best thing."

"Oh... I guess that makes sense," Blob said, though he was scratching his head.

"Uh, no," Pietro disagreed. "It doesn't. This new guy is a straight up weirdo."

"So's Toad and we let him stick around," said Tabitha, climbing the stairs to drop off her backpack before heading out again to meet the X-girls at the mall. "At least Danny showers."

"Hey! I shower!" Toad argued indignantly. "I shower every month!"

—

"There's a new mutant at school. The Brotherhood just recruited him yesterday. Should we have invited him to join the Institute instead, Professor?" Jean asked. 

She and some of the other X-Men had noticed that the new kid who'd just enrolled in their high-school had strange powers. He was pretty sneaky with them, and none of them could seem to figure out exactly what they were, so they'd just been keeping an eye on him. But now, he'd started hanging out with the Brotherhood mutants, so Jean had convinced the others to bring it up to Professor X for guidance. 

"He might still change his mind," she continued. "He doesn't seem like a bad guy. I saw him turn invisible to avoid a group of jerks at school seeing him walk past."

"What?" Scott asked, quirking his eyebrows at her. "Invisibility? But I saw him use a power just like Kitty's to open his locker when it jammed."

"Like, no way!" Kitty argued. "The guy's totally a telekinetic!"

"Maybe he can replicate powers, then?" Rogue suggested. "Because I'm pretty sure I saw him trip Duncan on a patch of ice when he was being a douche."

"Hmm... interesting," Professor X said thoughtfully. "What was this boy's name, did you say?"

"Oh, no I didn't, it's Danny Fenton," Jean answered. 

The professor's eyes widened in recognition. 

"Do you know him, Professor?"

"Indeed," he confirmed, steepling his fingers as he considered his memories of the boy. "Daniel Fenton is a mutant with an incredibly powerful and versatile set of abilities, notably similar to the abilities ghosts are thought to have—flight, invisibility, intangibility, the ability to create cold spots, move objects telekinetically, and warp electrical fields, among others.

"I first met him at a mental care institution for mutants where I perform regular evaluations on their younger patients," he explained further. "Because of his particular range of powers, Danny is under the delusion that he actually is a ghost, rather than a mutant, and as such, he believes that he cannot die, which causes him to sometimes be reckless with his own life. It also upsets him severely to have his delusion challenged by others.

"I was informed of him escaping from the institution, not long ago, but I never would have expected him to come here. I'm even more surprised that he would be willing to align himself with a mutant group. He always showed clear disdain when I mentioned my school to him, and even more so when I tried to imply that he was truly a mutant, rather than a ghost."

"Sounds like Danny will end up being a powerful enemy," Scott said.

"Indeed," the professor agreed. "He's one of the most powerful mutants I know of, and to make matters worse, he has a tendency to lose control over his powers when you do or say anything to upset him."

"So basically, don't try to argue with him about being a ghost," Rogue surmised. "That about cover it?"

"For a start," Professor X said. "You'd also do well not to get in a debate with him about ideals, he's rather... passionate about his."

"I take it he doesn't agree with yours?" Scott guessed.

"You're quite correct," the professor confirmed. "You would all do well not to engage with him. Offering to let him join the institute at this juncture would no doubt end poorly. Best to leave him alone for now. But keep an eye on him. He could be dangerous."

"Understood, Professor."

—

"So, Lance," Danny crossed his legs and floated in the air by the couch in a way that he knew unsettled the rest of the Brotherhood, which of course meant he thought it was dreadfully funny, "care to explain the rumbling this morning? I'm pretty sure Bayville isn't on any fault lines."

"Kitty asked him to the dance," Toad answered for him, making mocking kissy faces at him. 

Lance shoved his face away, but all five of them had already devolved into teasing Lance mercilessly.

"Stuff it, Toad. It's not a big deal," he said. 

Danny snickered at him as the teasing continued, Tabitha seating herself on the arm of Lance's chair and leaning into his personal space to ask if Kitty was gonna be his girlfriend while he sat there with a resigned expression on his face.

"We wouldn't be caught dead at that stupid dance!" Blob declared, and Danny laughed even harder.

"Really Freddy?" Tabitha asked, tapping her finger on his nose with a teasing pout. "Aw, that's too bad. 'Cause I was thinking of askin' you."

"U-uh... you were?" Blob asked dumbly.

"Yeah, but if you don't wanna go..." she raised her arms as if giving up on the idea.

"Ooh! Ask me! I'll go!" Toad volunteered, jumping up and down with his hands raised.

"Pathetic," scoffed Pietro, always pretending he was too cool for the rest of them, like he wasn't sprawled out of the same greased stained couch the rest of them sat on.

"Hey, speedy." Tabitha turned to him and put her hands on her hips. "You think you're too good for me?" she asked, leaning down to him with laughter on her voice."

"Nah, you just couldn't keep up with me," Pietro explained. "I mean, I can keep four girls busy dancing at the same time." He did a lap around the room at super-speed to prove his point. "Ha!"

"What about you, cold spot?" she asked Danny.

"You're nice and all," he said with a light-hearted smirk, "but I'm only interested in people who don't know I'm alive, don't want me alive, or have actively tried to kill me in the past, whether or not they succeeded doesn't matter though."

"Is that so?" 

Tabitha tossed one of her little bombs in his lap, but he turned intangible and let it blow up on the floor below him. 

"Now that that's settled, let's all go! And show that school how to party!" She whooped and just like that, everyone was on board, even Lance seemed happy about it, although admittedly, Danny still wasn't really interested in going. A school dance sounded like a really boring way to spend his evening, and he didn't even have a suit.

Luckily, Danny found some nicer clothes in a box in the attic. They were a little big, but they'd do. 

And like that, the Brotherhood all went to the school dance. Pietro actually showed up arm-in-arm-et-cetera with four different girls. 

Danny wasn't much for dancing, but in the end, the dance was a lot more exciting than he'd thought it would be. That kind of thing happened when weird little dinosaurs tore up the dance floor—literally.

He was thrown off  for a moment when one of them jumped at a girl and went right through her, thinking maybe the creature was some kind of ghost. But then a table went right through her too, and he made the connection. The girl was Lance's date, meaning she must've been Kitty, who was a mutant. Intangibility had to be her mutant ability. It was a good one, came in handy a lot. Good for her.

They looked scary, but the creatures weren't too hard to take down, especially not once Danny got his hands on one and could sense it was from another dimension. He'd never had much luck making portals before, but it was easier to send stuff back where it came from than it was for things to be in dimensions where they didn't belong, and after almost dying a second time, he finally managed to send one of the creatures back to its own dimension.

"How did you do that?" shouted the guy who always wore sunglasses—and after seeing him lift them to shoot lasers out of his eyes, Danny finally understood why.

"Uh... luck, mostly!" he answered.

Danny was getting the chance to see a lot of their abilities for the first time tonight. That red-headed girl had telekinesis. The German kid teleported away with his date after Lance ripped up the gym floor to corral the creature back Danny's way. These kids seemed to be pretty powerful.

Now that the gym was basically evacuated, it was just Danny, the mutants, and one more monster.

"Can you do it again?" Lance asked.

"Are you kidding? I barely did it the first time!" 

While they were arguing, the creature forced its way into the hall. 

"Shit! We better go after it!"

The remaining Brotherhood members and X-men left the gym, chasing after it. Down the hall, they ran into a guy Danny didn't recognize, but the X-men called him Forge, and he was carrying a strange device. 

"Whatever that thing is, don't point it at me!" Danny said when he saw where Forge was aiming it, albeit probably unintentionally, and he stepped aside, out of the blast zone.

"It's a portal maker," said Forge. "It'll send them back to the dimension they came from."

"In that case, definitely don't point it at me," Danny said.

"My scans indicate traces in the gym."

"I already took care of the one in the gym, sent it back myself," Danny said. "We need to get the one that ran down the hall." Much to Danny's relief, Forge didn't question him, and instead, they all got back to running.

By the time they found the one that got away, Tabitha, Blob, and Toad had already taken care of it, and were sitting on it to keep it down.

"Hey, I recognize that thing!" Toad remarked, pointing to Forge's portal-maker.

"I modified to to sent these things back to the dimension they came from," Forge explained. "Everyone step back."

The three of them were more than happy to do so. The creature barely had time to get to its feet before it got zapped back home.

"That should be all of them," Forge said. "My sensors aren't picking up anymore traces from that dimension."

"Thank the Ancients," Danny said, half-sarcastically. "Does this kinda stuff happen a lot around you guys? Cause I may have to rethink my membership."

"You'd be more than welcome at the Xavier Institute," Scott started to say, only to get elbowed by Jean.

"He doesn't want to join Institute," Jean hissed. "Remember what the professor said?"

"Yeah, sorry, but she's right," Danny said. "Professor Xavier and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye. It was fun fighting monsters with you, but I'm gonna stick with the brotherhood. See ya around."

They two groups parted ways, The X-Men to their institute and the Brotherhood to their board house.

"I didn't know you knew Professor X," Tabitha said as they headed toward Lance's jeep. "How'd you meet him."

"At a mental institution," Danny answered, trying to keep his voice casual. 

The casual tone did not prevent the rest of them form turning to stare at him when they stopped at a red light.

"It's nothing you guys have to worry about," he assured them. "I'm not crazy. It was just a misunderstanding."

"Some misunderstanding," Lance scoffed. "Let me guess, it was the ghost thing, right?"

"Are you really gonna go there?" Danny asked, his tone warning.

"Ha! No," Lance replied. "You may be a ghost, but I don't plan on joining you any time soon." 

"Good call," Danny said.

He had no idea if these Brotherhood folks actually believed he was a ghost, or if they were just playing along, but it didn't actually matter. They respected him enough not to call him delusional, and that made them better than the X-Men and their fearless leader.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

— —

(Riddle is waking up in a completely dark environment while resting his head on something)

Riddle: Ugh… What time is it? Why do I feel so sore?

Leona: You’re finally up?

Riddle: … *realizes he’s lying on Leona* Leona?! Is that you?! Where are we?! Why can’t I see anything?!

Azul: Calm down. It’s best to save out energy.

Leona: That and it’s too cramped for you to be messing around.

Riddle: Excuse me for being confused and panicking after waking up in a pitch black unknown location. Who all is here anyways? Is this because of those intruders?

Vil: It definitely was the armored people. They grabbed both me and Jamil. Azul, Leona, and you also count to the people here, of course, but that’s everyone.

Azul: As far as we’ve put together, they’ve captured everyone who’s overblotted. Riddle at the beginning of the year, Leona at the Spelldrive tournament, me after finals, Jamil during winter break, and Vil right before the SDC show.

Riddle: Wasn’t that-

Vil: Yesterday? Yes. Imagine my shock when after having to preform after an Overblot, I get captured by rampaging assailants.

Jamil: And my shock after I had to fight you…

Leona: Enough chattering, there’s another thing. The Shrouds are connected to this somehow.

Azul: Ah, yes. I that hasn’t been mentioned yet.

Jamil: Hasn’t been mentioned yet? That seems important!

Leona: You’re aware? Well, I guess you club with Radish Sprout, don’t ya?

Riddle: All the Shrouds? None of them seem like someone capable of something like this. Skion is smart but he gets in trouble just as much as Ace and Deuce, if not more, because he has to be a clown. Ortho is calmer and more strategic, but he’s quite kind if you haven’t messed with him, and he’s usually having to deal with Skion’s antics. And Idia is in his room and definitely has the means without being watched, but he’s an anxious shut in who’s afraid to talk to people.

Leona: I was with Ruggie and the pest, Skion, when I was captured. They talked to Skion like he was at the top of whatever pecking order there is, and he mentioned seeing them at his childhood home. That plus something about being a future Chief Engineer and Ortho not wanting the job. All the talk scared Ruggie half to death.

Azul: Idia and Ortho were with me. They were talking about sensing something coming before they busted in, but they seemed annoyed. At least Idia did, Ortho seemed as cheery as always. He told me not to fight, just comply, while talking to the intruders. They talked to both him and Ortho like someone would a boss.

Vil: I still can’t believe any of those three could be involved in anything such as this. I mean, I am sure they’re rich, but-

Azul: They’re rich?! Idia Shroud, who wears practically the same hoodie everyday, is rich?! And Skion Shroud, who makes messes for no reason than to be ‘funny’?

Leona: No wonder it’d be you who’s concerned about money.

Vil: Yes, from my research the Shroud family is part of the family in charge of the Jupiter Conglomerate.

Azul: In charge of that?! That’s one of the most far reaching conglomerates in the world! They’re the parent of Olympus Inc., the ones who developed one of the operating and search systems on the market!

Jamil: Idia and Skion seem to be insanely good with tech, so that doesn’t surprise me, especially Idia. And I mean, have you seen Ortho? He doesn’t exactly hide not being human. He called himself a humanoid when I first started school.

Riddle: So some of the people who lack any sort of decorum or manners, because even Ortho can go off the walls at times, are some of the richest people here?

Jamil: Again, doesn’t surprise me. I’ve dealt with a rich idiot my whole life.

Riddle: But Kalim has some manners. Something Idia and Skion seem to lack and that Ortho can shut off if he gets too heated, which he does.

Azul: If only I knew sooner…

Leona: Does anything other than money ever cross your mind? Some massive company being a front for a big secret operation thing doesn’t seem unlikely, probably how the brothers got away with acting the way they did. That and Skion was apparently missing for sometime. But if we play nice, they might release us.

(Suddenly the area around them starts shaking as a metal door opens, letting bright light invade.)

Jamil: Bright! Too bright!

Vil: Where are we?

???: First thing you do is complain, really? Anyways, welcome everyone to the Island of Woe, STYX headquarters. I am the acting director.

(As their eyes adjust, they see Idia in front of them. Next to him are Skion and Ortho. Behind them are some more armored soldiers.)

Leona: *looking at Skion and Idia’s new outfits* Change clothes just too see us? I’m flattered.

Idia: Really, just that? No “Say what?!” or “Dude, no way!”?

Vil: I think all or most of us burned out our shock when we were jumped by your goons. And we did guess a connection between you and whatever was going on during the ride here. Though, I will admit, you being acting director seems shocking.

Skion: *using his over animated body language* Aww, calling the Charons ‘goons’ is mean. And you’re shocked about Idy’s role but not mine? I’m the acting Chief Engineer.

Vil: You didn’t mention that yet.

Leona: I thought you said you were the future Chief Engineer, pest. What happened to that?

Skion: Well someone has to take the job up when need be. I’m still just as capable.

Idia: Capable of stealing the better job. You actually get to make stuff while I have to direct everything and everyone. You just have to deal with machines, underlings, and tech side of this stuff. You could freely just sit in the same room and not talk.

Riddle: I’d still like to know why you invaded our school, attacked us, then kidnapped us by flying us in a cramped storage compartment! Who does that other than criminals?! Do you want to lose your head?!

Charon: Detecting Magical’s build up in Subject A. Preparing stun to render subject uncon-

Idia: *turning to the Charon Trooper* Woah, woah, woah. No need for that. I just think our visitors here are missing something. *turns back to his schoolmates* Who are you again? Who am I again? That’s right, I’m the boss. You don’t hurt me, I don’t hurt you. Got it?

Ortho: We just want you follow our rules. We have no wish to harm you, so doing ask we ask greatly reduces risk of injury.

Azul: Since there doesn’t seem like a better option, we’ll comply. At the very least, do you have the sense to supervene us tea? You did just kidnap us.

Idia: Immediately begging for stuff doesn’t exactly scream compliance or good behavior, but whatever… Just follow us and we’ll lead you to where you need to be. *turns to Ortho* Just help make this easier on me.

Ortho: Got it.

Skion *slightly slows down to be closer to Leona before whispering to him with a dangerous smile* Who has to listen to who now, Leona? *speeds up to be next to Idia*

— —

Slightly edited it. Leona doesn’t know what STYX is and has never seen the Charons. He’s royalty and and needs to be in the loop, plus STYX works with governments even if they don’t have to listen, sure, but Leona isn’t the direct heir, only just now no longer a teenager, and still in school. Him knowing seems unrealistic for a secret organization. (Plus it didn’t work with my dialogue.)

“And I mean, have you seen Ortho? He doesn’t exactly hide not being human.” Poor Jamil. He’s missing some very important things.

Also, yes, Skion does not like Leona. He targets Leona more than others and his usual rule of “don’t make fun of people” is bended with Leona. Not broken, he does outright insult Leona or make fun, but bended.

Leona's gonna get bullied.

[loopyarts]

Batman and Robin Year one by Mark Waid and Chris Samnee issue #1 first thoughts rambles.

Well at least he is honest. Maybe by the end of this series Bruce you will be at the level of a B- to B+ parent at very least ha ha.

Also new record 3 weeks that was fast given the standard is 6 months for Dick training in the comic books. Even three months would be more possible but all well, it doesn’t really matter. Then again in The Batman 2004 cartoon he became Robin in what like only a few days and with no training what so ever really. Which is just so funny to me to think back on.

Dick full of anger and rage then cuts to a Happy go lucky Dick Grayson. Hmm, I feel this probably a set up for a later issue perhaps and I did listen to the interviews with Mark and Chris they did say Dick being always happy go lucky is a mask.

Me too Dick me too. Studying and doing well any type of research or homework can be so tiring and absolute torture to do at times. (Cough cough the autism plus the adhd be kicking my ass at times.)

Honestly as a wee lad I would be just as excited as Dick to fight evildoers but on the playground of course ha ha.

But I do like while Dick is clearly excited about crime fighting, he does understand that it isn’t a game. An emotionally mature child for his age yet still clearly is just a young child. Who still has quite a lot to learn about the world around him and the deep dark underbelly that is Gotham criminal underground.

Hmm, let your true self be your mask that’s not the greatest bit of advice I feel but hey he is at least trying. Also Bruce I don’t believe you; your true mask has always been between both Bruce Wayne and Batman at least to me anyway.

(Mutter mutter I could also ramble about how hiding one true self is such an interesting thing for superheroes. Because a lot of early writers of comic books had to mask their true self from the general public as well. Then again people still do that now even today. Mutter mutter another thing I think about sometimes is how golden age superheroes mainly DC feel so heavily inspired by performance mainly circus putting on a show you could say and early stories of heroes vigilantes like Robin Hood and Zorro for example. Jokes jokes Dick Grayson is the true embodiment spirt of the golden age superhero ha ha.)

Armoured capes while yes quite silly as a concept but I love it so much despite it not making any sort real life logical sense what so ever. God I love comic books so much and this level of fantastical logic to them.

This is one of my favourite panel from this issue. Like yes getting this to read this comic is like an early Christmas present for me.

Chris Samnee art is so good. Also nice to see the panels show the duality of Harvey Dent by just panels alone. Dick for most of this first outing has always been rushing on ahead without taking a second to think about it probably because his excitement is getting the better of him. Hmm, I do wonder if this will lead to further conflict between the him and Bruce in the future issues maybe.

Bruce is literally that meme with that lady and the small dog. I have only had Robin for a day and half and if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Wow this first issue was so much fun and it honestly gave me a few laughs and giggles as well. Bruce and Dick bounce off each other so well and their banter is always so much fun to read.

It so nice to see a modern take on how they became the dynamic duo and the growing pains they had to go through to get to that point. Then we have the secondary theme of Bruce Wayne trying to figure out how to be a parent/father figure to young Dick Grayson.

This first issue is already off to a good start at showing how out of sink they’re right now. Even at the beginning Bruce own anxiety is on full display and he constantly overthinking things. As he tries to stay in control while trying to keep up with his overly enthusiastic child crime fighting partner.

Meanwhile Dick is quite energetic, playful and upbeat but while also still showing that he is still just a young child and young children tend to not always think things through all the time and rush into things without thinking. Another thing worth mentioning is how he is at the end of the day still a performer at heart and it shows in his fighting style truly you can never take the circus out of the boy indeed.

The again both of them are preforming in a way behind each of them is their own mask. The mask of the bat who true emotions are hidden behind stoicism and a solemn attitude. The mask of the Robin who true emotions are hidden behind jokes, laughter and an overly chipper smile. Hopefully as the story goes forward they will let each other masks slip off and truly begin to start opening up to one and another.

Overall reading this first issue made me feel like a kid again funnily enough. It has this level of childhood whimsy to it and Chris Samnee gorgeous artwork is such a treat to the eye. Rubs hard I cannot wait to see where Mark waid and Chris Samnee take this story in the remaining 11 issues. :3c

Also quick bonus fun fact did you know Chris Samnee Cover art for #1 references the old 1966 Batman cartoon opening it has a few of villains that appear on the cover of this issue that’s so neat. You can really tell he is such a fanboy ha ha.