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lazypanartist · 2 years ago

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Hi im Already Back but please imagine for ROTTMNT:

[This one is kind of angsty with a nice end but talks about child neglect, so if you dont think its something youre up for, its A-okay if you toss this out!!]

Big ol Punk Reader, Super Intimidating, Mean AF looking dude.

The boys had all long accepted thats just how they Look, it doesnt mean theyre terrible or anything. Reader is actually really chill and funny. Emotional vulnerability from themself however, never really seems to happen. But theyre a good listener, and have shockingly good advice usually! Mikey has tried Doctor Feelings-ing it up with them but it just lead to them talking in circles.

(The two ended up having a whole conversation where the youngest found himself venting about how he wished his brothers wouldnt let problems bottle up and build. It still mystifiedhim about how it turned around on him.)

One night though, when most of the teens had crashed in the living room after a movie marathon, Leonardo woke up thirsty. It was late, everyone was asleep as he picked his way around snoozing lumps wherever they laid and made way to the kitchen where he heard...Talking?

Quietly, the red eared slider peeked his head around the doorway to see Reader and Splinter, quietly chatting over tea.

('Oh yeah,' the ninja thought, 'Reader mentioned having sleeping issues and that smells like valerian, mint and chamomile. Nice pick dad.')

The teen was going to duck in, grab some water, maybe his own cup of tea, in and out real quick. He was going to, really. But...he happened to catch a bit of conversation and found himself... accidentally eavesdropping.

Whoopsie.

"-and he fell off the board. Slid down the whole ramp on his back. You would have thought someone beat him with a pipe with how bloodcurdling his scream was. I nearly had a heart attack!"

Leo remembered that day. That was how the gouge in the ramp's wood happened. Leo himself was bawling his eyes out when Raph took that tumble.

Reader laughed softly, lightly patting the old rodent's hand at the story. "Oh I bet New Dad Splinter never ran so fast in his life, eh?"

"I swear, you'd mistake me for a cheetah mutant for how quickly I booked it. Luckily my son was fine, physically, but that slip shook him up."

"Poor dear..." You murmured, taking a sip.

" nng...Nardo..?"

Leo hushed Donnie, covering his twin's mouth and glancing back, making sure they weren't caught.

...Coast Clear.

"Mmh, he had nightmares the few days after it. "

"Yeah, I remember having something like that happen to me.-"

Donnie couldnt help getting wrapped up in the two's conversation himself. Something about the trip through memory lane just cemented him to the spot.

When Michelangelo found them both, the twins were easily able to convert the youngest to their cause of listening to old stories about themselves and occasionally one told by Reader here and there. Raphael was dragged over and the four of them watched the scene play in the late night haze.

And then...it happened.

Splinter was laughing, paw covering his mouth to stifle himself as Reader almost sprayed tea from their nose, coughing and snickering about a story involving Leo and him thinking he was a Big Boy and staying up and watching a horror movie far too young and sleeping in his dad's bed for a week.

(The blue clad turtle wanted to melt into the shadows and never return. It didnt help that Raph kept patting him comfortingly and Donnie made a snide comment about zombies passing him over.)

"Did you ever do something like that? None of my other sons have. I wonder if its an ego thing..."

"Nah...I um...well I was never close with my folks."

Raph felt Mikey start bouncing in place. Here it was. This was it.

"Oh, dear...I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask why..?"

Reader sighed finally, using a napkin to sop up the spill on the table. "You know...I ah..I don't talk about it much, s-so...I'm emancipated from my parents. Have been for a while. My folks just kinda...Forgot I was there a lot. Weren't ever around. It's. Not really um. A fun memory or story. They just never wanted a kid and, when I was old enough to take care of myself, well...I was sorta left to my own devices."

Their father's whiskers twitched with his frown. "Oh child...may I ask, how old-"

"Six."

The brothers felt cold.

Michelangelo wanted to be sick at the thought of a little Reader running a house by themself. Using a stove far too young. Battling with unweildy kitchen knives.

Leonardo remembered the walks to Reader's apartment. The few nights they crashed there. No wonder they never seemed worried about getting caught.

Donatello felt his hands shake at the idea of being all alone like that. No one to help you. No one to support you. Alone, well and truely, and having to rely only on yourself.

Raphael's mind was barreling a mile a minute as tears pricked his eyes. He hoped they would be okay. He hoped this would be what the punk needed.

Splinter felt his blood boil, and he couldnt help his nails digging into the table.

Six.

/Six./

He listened politely as Reader talked a bit more, trying to skirt around such an obviously heavy topic like the White Star cruise liners skirted around misfortune. He listened as his anger forged fires that couldnt be tempered. The thought of any of his sons being left at so young, it made him sick...!

Ooh, those wretched people better hope he never meets them...

"-Splinter..?"

His eyes snapped open, locking back with their own. Silently they squeezed his hand, tears welling up but not falling.

(He wished they didn't have to be so strong. Strength could be it's own weakness.)

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked about it-"

('Even now, you try to instead comfort others than seek it out yourself...-')

"Tell me."

They blinked, glancing down as his other paw came down, sandwiching the human's before simply clutching it between both.

"Please, if you wouldn't mind. Tell me. I will listen."

They stared quietly, before, shakily, continuing some of the story. Splinter could tell they ducked and dodged sea mines and ice bergs and rocky cliffs as they quested for harbor, longing to finally find port in the cold storm of their emotions with no light house to shine through the dark.

Splinter and his sons found they would all gladly stand out on that dock, lanturns in hand, in order to guide them home. Back to them.

They listened. Reader didnt need to tell everything, but they would listen to what they would part with, tucking it away in their memories and hoping that this one hard, difficult vulnerability would open you up to many more easier ones.

Finally, when dawn broke, the Reader's dam had too. They listened as their friend cried, Splinter never letting go of that hand. This had been a lot. They needed this.

When all was said and done, they sniffled loudly and wiped snot and streaked make-up on their hoodie sleeve. Gross, raw, an abolute mess.

Docked safe, lead by lamplight through the fog.

"Thanks, Splinter."

"Anytime," the rat murmured, giving their shoulder a squeeze. His hand still cupped their own, tea long forgotten.

"You're a good dad."

The mutant huffed, patting their head. "I try."

"I doubt it."

He fought to keep a grin off his face. It didn't work. "You're just trying to butter up your future Father in Law."

The brothers, proud of showing so much restraint not barging in the kitchen as soon as your sobbing began, felt a bucket of ice water get dunked metaphorically down their spines. All eyes flicked to Leo's who shook his head and shrugged. He must have missed this conversation.

The reader scoffed lightly and sneered, batting the hand away. "Oh I get it. See if I ever ask you for dating advice again, old man."

What a hell of a story to miss. The brothers all felt their brains whirr with ideas and conspiracy about which of them it could be. Why it would be him, why it couldnt be them, why it couldnt be him but it might be another.

Splinter barked a laugh, yanking on one of their piercings tauntingly. "Careful. My son might think you're a new training dummy with all these holes in your ears."

"Oh, shove off." They gave a warbly smirk, before it fell into an easy, soft smile.

The four eavesdroppers found, regardless of who it was, no matter what, they would be there for the Reader. It was easy. It was them. They'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Thanks again, Splinter."

Notched ears flicked idly towards the doorway. He needed to teach his sons how to eavesdrop better. And maybe get another hug sometime soon.

The old master gave a softer smile in return up at the punk. He knew he'd pluck up a lanturn for you. He longed for the day your lighthouse lit, but he understood that would take time. But until then, he'd take up the light.

"Anytime, dear."

He and his sons would light your way, anytime.

Oh, wow!

I actually don't think there's anything I could add to this.. really succinct!

(Sorry for sounding like a 10th grader English teacher, but this is Perfection™)

#kana's chats #submission answer #rottmnt #x reader #rottmnt x reader #xreader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 3 years ago

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Summary: wingman kal finds the strangest of ways to get you and his dad dating. And he doesnt regret a second of it.

Warnings: fluff, arguments,,mom glares, swearing

Unbeta'd let the typos run free because today i cant be arsed

"Oh my god! Oh my god?! KAL! KAL CAVIL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! GET DOWN RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN!!" You ran out into the garden yelling at the akita from next door who wasnt bothered in the slightest by your screaming of his name and continued his quest. Miko didnt seem to fussed by the shouting either.

"Holy fucking shit- what do i do?! Fuck; HENRY!? HENRY A LITTLE FUCKING HELP HERE" you shoutedd out to your neighbour praying he heard and would come and help you with this situation.

"Y/N? KAL?! WHATS WRONG-" Henry called trying to figure what was going on. And then looked from the raised patio into your garden instantly seeing the issue. He rys stomach dropped. Fuck.

Kal. his son, his boy, his little pig had not only jumped the fence but had managed to climb on top of your own akita Miko.... Your very female akita. And it didn't look like you were going to pull his randy pup from your own dog.

"OH NO! OH FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK NO! KAL DONT YOU DO IT! KAL GET DOWN!" He yelled and sprinted across the garden to the four foot fence that kal usually paid heed to. He managed to climb the fence and began making his way to you.

"Hold on im comming!" He called out, at any other point in time he'd have made a crude joke about kal already being there. But now didnt seem like a good time. You held kal and mikos collars trying to seperate the two huge powerful pups that semed determined to have their fun.

"Oh god what do we do?!" You asked trying desperately to get kal off. But it was a fools errand, the pig was stubborn.

"I dont know i err hold on let me just; oh shit" henry huffed realizing it was too late. The deed was done.

"Err why has he stopped moving?" You asked frowning not understanding a single thing apart from the fact your neighbours dog had litterly just fucked yours.

"I err think hes done..." henry said trying to avoid the whole knotting conversation. He didnt exactly want to explain dog mateing to you. He did have a slight crush on you since you moved in a few months ago.

"Done?" You quized still not getting it. If they were done why wasnt kal letting go.

"Yeah like. You know? finished..." henry blushed red trying not to elaborate further then 'finished'

You frowned not understanding for a moment and then it hit you. With a yelp you dived for the panting smiling dogs.

"He fucking better not be- Henry get him off i swear to god!" You ordered now realising what was happening to your poor pup. Henry sniggered out of the side of his mouth unable to ho.d back, it was a little funny to him. I mean he ahas a crush on you? Kal has a thing for miko? I mean you couldnt write this type of r drama.

"I; oh god... Its too late to seperate them" he chuckled biting his lip trying not to burst out laughing as you tugged on kals collar who in turn grunted and blinked at you stubbornly, before grinning as wide as he could panting happily tongue lolling out. The pig wasnt moving an inch, and he was smug about it.

"Too late? What do you meant too late!? Hes finished right!?" You growled releasing kals collar and waved your arms around frantically.

"Yeah but hes gonna be err... stuck? For a better word. You know they knot... if well try to pry them apart it could really hurt them" henry said with a shru unsure what more he could say or do about it. Kal had won.

"Stuck?... as in stuck he is stuck in there?! Oh jesus! My poor baby!" You gasped and knelt down on the ground petting Miko's head. Trying to sooth her despite her not being bothered in the slightest by what was going on. She was just as happyy as kal.

"She looks pretty pleased if you ask me- no? No your right im sorry my bad." Henry scoffed with a kaugh only to pause and take a large step back tpwhen you turned and snarled at him wordlessly. You didnt appreciate his blazé attitude.

It was when you clamed down trying to think thing through that a though hit you. You paled and stood facing henry with a stern face.

"Is he done?" You uttered pointing to kal. Henry jolted all mirth left his face. Oh shit. Ooohhh shit. And decided to play dumb for a second wanting to put off the inevitable.

"Well sort of but he cant really pull away-" he began avoiding your gaze not wanting to face to heated stare.

"No! No. Not like that! Is he done, you know had the snip? Shooting blanks?" You snapped at henry growing irritated.

"Ooohh" henry dragged out the word and bit his lip scratchingnhis head trying to come up with a way to tell you gentky.

"Henry? Henry answer me- i swear to god if you make me look for testicles im going to fucking scream" you huffed covering your face with your hand trying to take deep breaths. You didnt want to panic. But you were panicking as it became clear kal probably wasnt 'snipped'

"Well the thing is? I err i felt bad and just couldnt do that to him... so no. Hes not neutered, everything works..." henry uttered growing more and more quiet as he spoke. He couldnt help it, he just didnt have it in him to cut kals nuts off.

"Jesus fucking christ!" You swore throwingmyou hands 7p in the air ready to explode on him but bit your tongue. You took some deep breathes and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Sooo i take that as a sign miko isnt... Done either then?" Henry uttered sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck completely out of his comfort zone.

"No shes not i was going to after this season!"

"Ohh Fuck."

"Exatcly. Dont you smile at me you fluffy little sod! Very fucking pleased with yourself huh?!"you snipped at kal who choose that moment to yip at you playfully and then panted a smile.

"Well can you blame him? Little scamp just lost his v card-Oops nope sorry... but you gotta admit its kind of funny" henry tried to laugh it off and difuse the situation. But when you glowered at him he stuttered only to nervously babble on as you curled a lip at him in fury.

"Nooo? Okay so this is one of those one day we will look back and laugh things" he trailed off one hand now petting kal slowly trying to calm himself down and not feel like a choded school boy.

"Im going inside, i need a drink. Please take kal home when he's detached" you huffed whilst stepping back and weaved your way around the stuck pups heading for your back door.

Henry winced when the heavy door slammed shut and took a few seconds to breath before sighing and locking kal in his gaze.

"Kal what the hell? Shes so mad at me right now, i thought you were meant to be my wing dog? We are a team! A team kal! Not every man for themselves" he huffed motioning to kal and Miko's predicament. Kal huffed up at him and stopped smilejng closing his mouth completely watching henry closely.

"Dont you even think of pouting at me boy! You are this close to haveing your nuts gone i swear, i cant ask her out now can i? What am i gonna say? Sorry my dog jumped the fence and knocked up yours. Do you want to go for dinner?" Kals ears dropped as henry scolded him feeling completely lost, what the hell was he meant to do now?

"Exactly, you are in big touble, your grounded as of today" henry ended with a grunt.

Five weeks later

"Huh? Whats this?" henry frowned staring at the blank envelope that had just hit the doormat. He eyed it curiously before turning the envelope around and broke the seal. He got more confusedmseeing a shop bought card. pulling out a small card with the words congratulations gandpa. He froze for a moment thinking he'd opened someone elses mail but flipped it open and his heart stopped. There was an ultrasound, not a human ultrasound but a dog. It took him a moment to piece eveything together and suddenly he yelped and began calling kal.

"Oh god? Oh god! Kal! Kal come here! Kal-pig quick!" He ducked down and held the ultrasound to kal. The dog,looked on confused but wagged his tail, his human was excited over something so thats good.

"Look boy! Look see these are yours! You a dad bud! Your a dad!" Henry babbled unsure what to really say, he was excited for the arrivals.

"Would you look at that? Hmm puppies, actual puppies! You made me a granddad" henry continued to preen before flipping the little black and white image around and grinned at it. He counted and recounted trying to get a number but lost count each time. And then saw the small paragraph written in the card and paused gulping.

"Fuck. She must be so mad" he muttered feeling an icey ball in his stomach. For the past few weeks he had avoided you, he was so embarrassed and upset. You were fuming when you had walked into your house slamming the back door even pulling the blind down over the doors windo so you wouldnt have to look at him.

Dear henry

Surprise your a granddad, Miko had a vet visit today and revealed she is expecting eleven. I was mad at first but now? Not so much. I might have over reacted but Miko is my baby and i was worried. Accidents happen and kal just couldnt help himself its natural. This is just to let you know that there are pups incoming and im not mad so you can stop avoiding me. Please? I miss our chats over the fence and popping round every now and then. I also wanted to ask if you you want one of the pups? Normally studs get first pick of the litter or whatever so let me know.

Henry looked over the card again and again and felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. You werent mad. And there were pups on the way. And you wasnt mad. And he could have a pup but most of all. You wasnt mad at him.

"Hey stranger" you said opening the door to a nervous looking henry who held a big bag of puppy mix dog food, twisting the top of the bag in his hand anxiously.

"Hi, I got this... I wasnt sure if you needed anything but its kinda kals fault and... yeah" he uttered quietly, eve though you said you wasnt mad, he couldnt help feel out of sorts.

"Thats very sweet of you henry. Kal did a good job i for a fist timer" you giggled takjng the bag from him and set it behinde the open door.

"Yeah you bet. He probably knew he got one chance and made it count" he chuckled feeling slightly better that you hadn't bitten his head off yet.

"Little shit" you uttered shaking your head laughing under your breath.

"So err do you? I mean? Do you need help with Miko... or anything?" Henry asked wanti g to help out, like he said it was kals fault and pups cost alot nowadays, food, toys, puppy pads and now having to vaccinate and chip them as the breeder.

"I think ive got it covered."

"Is she big?" Henry asked blinking at you cutely he really wanted to come and see Miko and rub her belly.

"A beached whale, the pups kick too" you scoffed at the new nick name miko had earned since ballooning out. And then informed him of the puppies progession.

"Really?! Youve felt them?!" His entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas and he was suddenly buzzing, the awkward guilty atmosphere disappearing in seconds.

"Yeah. Do you want to come in? You can feel for yourself and we can have a coffee?" Youoffwred grinning at him and steppjng aside.

"R-really?" He asked quickly as if he didnt believe you werent angry at him and wanted to return to your prior friendship.

"Yeah sure, she will loves the extra bely rubs now and its pretty cool" you said shuffling aside leddjng him in before making your way to the kitchen to make drinks.

"I really am sorry. Kals never jumped the fence befor, i will look at getjng a taller one put in;" he said closing the front door and following you into the kitchen.

"Nope. Its fine henry, im getting her done so there wont be anymore unexpected litters. In all honesty I was just worried. Ive never seen dogs... you know. And now pups? I havent got a fucking clue" you finally explained, you ahd felt bad afterwards. You didnt mean to react so badly and get so angry, but you were concerned.

"Youve never had a dog have pups before? Even as a kid?" The question caught you off gaurd. Henry said it as if it was something everyone had experienced.

"No. Never."

"Do you? I mean we had a dog have a few litters as a kid, i could help you know? I mean it is my fault too, i should take some responsibility" he added perking up as he toom a seat at the breakfast bar wai5ingnfor the kettle.

"You dont have too;"

"Id love to help, they are my grand pups to you know" he uttered with a proud grin, sitting up a little straighter puffing his chest out proud as punch. It made you giggle, he realy was taking the grandad thing seriously.

"If your sure henry, id appreciate it. There so many thigs online i dont onow what to belive" you replied with a smile, relief washingmover you. The vys had tried to scare you into doing all these tests and buying expensive food everything, whoch you couldnt afford. You were sneered at when you said no and felt so belittled.

"Well let's get to work, first things first we need a whelping box and blankets;soft ones that are really warm. We could pop into town and get some wood? Im pretty handy with a drill so can make one" he began making plans listing things he'd need. You nodded placing his cup infront of him. He paused and flushed lightly before giving a sho4t nod and trapped you in his gaze for a serious second. You frowned at him thinking something was wrong but he spo,e up ebfore you could ask

"And we could have a lunch date?" He asked quickly before the little bit of self courage disappeared.

"That sounds perfect" you agreed with a light blush making his jaw drop for a second befpre he got all flustered again, the muttered 'good' under his breath before takjng a drink from his cup before he made a complete fool of himself. You smiled siping your own coffee, who would have thought kals date would land you your very own? Now you thats for sure

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill rpf #oh for fic sake fics #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n

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hstylesloverr · 3 years ago

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LOVER.

at one of her concerts, yn shows how much she loves harry by singing a special song.

fc: jennie kim.

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ynfan2 i’m so excited to finally see her perform live!

harryfan1 i know he is so proud that yn is starting his solo career

army12 hello, I'm just starting out as a fan of yn and I have a question, the group completely disbanded?

harryfan1 no! they will still continue as a group, but they are trying out releasing solo singles

ynharry4 i miss the yn’s mom era she seemed genuinely happy

taylorglow she's still a mom...

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harryupdates harry seen today in LA! apparently hanging out with his son, logan!

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ynfan6 a supportive family 🤲🏻😭

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hendallist of course he is. if his mom never takes care of him, harry will have to, right? 😂

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ynfan9 how old is logan now?

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ynfan2 i can't believe i literally came within 10 meters of harry styles

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YN BEFORE SINGING LOVER TO HARRY STYLES AT HER CONCERT IN LA 😭😭😭

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ynfan2 HARRY ACTUALLY CRIED

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ynfan2 YES I COULDN'T SEE HIM VERY WELL BECAUSE OF THE MASK AND THE LIGHTS BUT I SAW HOW HE RUBBERED HIS EYES

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ynfan2 also anne and bella hadid were with him and i think (im not sure) they gave harry handkerchiefs

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pt 2 of this?

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sinfulcries · 3 years ago

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Okay okay okay- being draken's step dad. He's actully scared of you, you're way taller and stronger than him, and you make sure that he knows that. Nasty remarks about how weak he is or telling him how short he is. But gor some reason those actions spark desire in him. He can't really understand why but they do. Its almost like you, his so well respected step dad, are a drug to him. He's addicted to your mean comments. They make him feel so small from time to time, and who would have thought, he likes that feeling. Somebody clearly telling him im better than you. You of course notice how shy he suddenly gets around you, almost like a child looking for guidance. You don't dislike it, no not at all. But you do want to make draken yours. Use him, and you know it's wrong, he still so young and technically your son, but he's so...well cute. Today your wife is out, you and draken are alone, like always he comes to you, but this time he's wearing a big hoodie and thigh highs, and how it looks nothing under. Does he want you to lose control? The answer is yes. He's even been preparing this since some time. He's been stretching himself every evening since a week now. Trying to get your attention, wearing shorter and shorter clothing everytime he's around you. Draken can feel your eyes wandering from his chest to his thighs. He moves, making the hoddie ride up, exposing his behind. Its so, well clean, so unmarked, untouched. Knowing how wrong it is you grab him, placing him onto your lap. Nacked ass rubbing against your clothed cock.

'Feel that? You little whore made me hard, take care of it' you tell him. Draken is wiggling aroumd on your crotch, trying to get his waist out of your grip. You let him go, abd like the eager, good little step son he is, he starts undressing you. After he got rid of your pants and boxers, he settles onto the sofa again, next to you. Bending over, putting his cute, puffy hole on display. Draken starts slipping a finger into his hole, wanting to show you just how stretched he is, one fimger easily slipping in. Poor boy is so confused as you pull hus finger out again, he trys his best to look at you. But he doesn't need to worry for long, he tenses up as he feels to fingers slipping past his rim. Felling cold metal glide past his entrance. It feels so good, the eay you press onto a special spot, making him moan. God he's so in bliss, he doesn't even notice how now all of your fingers are inside him. He just notices your fist slipping into him. Pushing past his rim with almost no resistance. One of his thigh highs slipped down, giving you the chance to bite into the soft flesh. You pull your fist out, before lining yourself up with his hole. And even though he just had your entire fist in his hole hes screaming fir you to stop, that it won't fit. Hes sobbing not knowing what to do as you don't listen to him. He's filled with relief as he feels your cockhead moving away from his hole, just to tense up a few seconds after, felling something wet at his hole, looking behind him he notices that you spit in his hole. 'Wait- its never going to fit-' he tells you again tears rolling down his pretty cheeks as you push into him. Grabbing his waist, as you push him back omto your cock. 'Wont fit, what bullshit. Look at how well your little pussy is taking me' you're grabbing his waist so hard, draken just knows that that'll leave marks. Not like he cares about it. The way you pound into him makes him forget about everything around him. After a few minutes he's already cumming. Begging for you to slow down, like hell you would. You just speed up again. Fucking him at a brutal pace. It doesn't take long before draken come a second and third time. He's just babbling out random words. To dumb, to incoherent to think of anything else than your thick cock splitting him open. He can feel himself getting close again. 'M gonna cum-'

He manages to get out but this time its not cum that spurts out hus pretty little cock, no its pee. Draken his peeing all over himself and the couch.

'Look at that, you made a mess!'

'M sorry'

He slurrs out

'What a bad little girl'

You tell him, making him whimper, god being called a girl makes him feel so good, so small. He loves it.

'M gonna breed your little cunt, make you pregnant'

Draken just nods, felling another orgasm approach. As he clenches down you cum deep inside him. Tripping your dumb little slut over the edge as well. But nothing come out, he's all milked dry. Pullimg out, you skap against his red, puffy hole. Drakens legs are trembling, he's babbling out thank you's.

'Looks like my little slut is happy about finally getting his cunt stuffed."

You tell him, slapping against his hole again. Draken nods, happy and content at being filled up. He and you just watch a movie, cum leaking out of drakens hole, down his legs and staining his thigh highs. As his mother comes home again, draken his sleeping, face laying on your crotch, like its always been supposed to be there. His mother is shocked, crying as she runs into the bedroom. You don't care, her son is a way better fuck than her anyway. Yeah, you should divorce her and marry her son. Draken would be such a pretty house husband. He'd look amazing his cute little aprons and lacy underwear.

Anyway- i was bored as shit��‍♂️

THIS IS SUCH A MASTERPIECE The step dad x step son dynamic always gets me so hard literally, I wanna fuck Draken till he's passed out with cum dripping down his hole and when his mother walks in to be greeted with the sight of her son's fucked out body and the deep scratches on your broad back, she can't help but tear up knowing exactly how you defiled her son in your own home.

#draken thirsts

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xx-psych0-rabbit-xx · 3 years ago

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rating fandom affection terms for characters because i have nothing better to do

favorite character-simple, straight forward, not bad at all, but it lacks spice and a true demonstration of love, 8/10 gets the job done

problematic favorite-a great term, once again straight forward but in this case about the guy in question being acknowledged as a stinky rascal, 10/10

cinnamon roll-its ok, i was never into it bc idc for those types of characters, suffered a sad fate of eventually becoming a term associated with diminishing characters into just their "cute and pure" traits, 2/10 bc i remember it getting really annoying after a while, it being from old fandom times society wants to forget doesnt help its case

smol bean-same feelings as above, but suffered a more tragic fate that its downfall was caused by 30 years old adults attempting to call themselves smol beans, 1/10 i use smol every once in a blue moon

tol-i honestly dont think this was ever put in proper use, it was created to match smol but taller people (in fandom height standards thats anyone above 5'0) do not give off the vibes fandom people need to want to infantalize them, 5/10 for sounding a bit funny

waifu/husbando-i think someone using those to refer to any character at all should be a red flag, 1/10 someone can get more 4 points if their favorite is of age to be called that

best girl/best boy-can be a red flag but can also be used as a term for "whos your favorite from *gender*?" so it gets a mild pass, 4/10

baby boy (baby)-cute! came from a decently funny meme, 7/10 funny to scream out when youre rotating them in your brain

gay baby-im honestly convinced this wasnt used by a single lgbt+ person outside of like, maybe a gay baby jail joke, 0/10 called me a slur

rat-was funny the first fifty times, 6/10 not horrible but after a while it felt like itd meet the same fate as cinnamon roll

komaeda-i do not know how i feel about this, if its used in a conversation itll either be hilarious or be the worst attempt at making a character summary, ???/10

twink-i keep getting flashbacks to the chubby twink fight in that post about the animal crossing owls everytime i hear it, 6/10 i dont know what it means anymore

sexyman-funny term for us, slur for the characters, im confused if this is even an affection term/10

son/daughter-adorable i love seeing this get used for a character who had family issues, 8/10 just very sweet

poor little meow meow-the specific brand of irony is genius, its like watching a victorian woman throw bread crumbs at a starving orphaned homeless child, 9/10 my friend wanted to kill me for calling lancelot from king arthur my meow meow

skrunkly-meow meow but with a bigger brand of pity, truly like seeing a cat who just got out of a bath and is in misery, 10/10

blorbo-a fine revolutionary term used to fight back against angry ops their posts were getting fandom tags in the fandom app, 20/10 cured my fear of judgement

*any sexual term*-would maybe be a bit funny if you guys used it for men who actually look pretty for once, 2/10 has ironic potential

slut/whore-very funny if used in a couple of men, otherwise its just awkward 3/10

any graphic paragraph of wanting to fix a man through something such as putting them in rice-a great way to show concern but still hint at being able to laugh at them, 10/10 i tried joking about this with a friend outside of tumblr and she acted like i was insane

will update if i remember more <3

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years ago

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Bird Watchers

It was something like an open secret in Gotham, that even though all it’s heroes were open to help no matter the situation, each one of them had a special affinity to certain matters.

For example, children from all districts knew to yell for Nightwing if they found themselves lost and scared. Small business owners often painted little Oracle symbols on their doorsteps, to warn away possible thieves with the knowledge that Gotham’s cryptic hacker had their eye on them. Working girls would send a quick prayer to the Red Hood before seeing their seediest clients; and as such, knew who to call for if things took a turn for the worst.

And Red Robin… well. His was a very specific bunch.

---.---

Warnings: depression, suicide attempts, overdose comic-typical violence (discussed, not explicit). Hurt-comfort all the way, baby. There’s also one scene, with the redhead, that I copied from the comics.

(it’s almost 2 am, I wrote half of this in one go, don’t @ me for mistakes. I’ll edit tomorrow. Maybe.)

---.---

The first time he stopped a suicide, he had just turned thirteen. The suit still felt wrong, too loose in all the places where Jason’s bigger presence would have been a better fit. Too small, too brainy, not brash enough, not good enough.

He would never think himself worthy, but he was all Batman had. There were no other candidates, not ones he could have thrown the job at without risking Bruce’s identity, so he’d have to make do.

But even so, he had been gaining a little confidence over the past few months. His training with Shiva, and Dick’s and Bruce’s focus on making him as ready for the streets as humanly possible, had ensured he never encountered a situation where he couldn’t handle himself, or get back up in time to avoid any casualties.

Except for right now.

“Hey! Don’t do it, please!”

Yeah, maybe yelling at the man precariously balanced on the edge of a how many feet tall building wasn’t his wisest moment. He’d berate himself later. Now was freak out time.

Said man stumbled for a second before regaining his footing and turning to look at Tim. He couldn’t be more than forty, with a bit of an overgrown beard and tired eyes. He had something clutched in one hand, tanned and calloused from work, the other over his chest, probably due to the scare of having a bat suddenly appearing behind him.

“R-Robin…”, he gasped, shook out of whatever reverie he was going through for a second. “W-what… I mean, why are you…?”

‘Okay, Tim, breath. Can’t call B, he’ll notice, get startled and jump. Can I catch him if he does? My grappling hook is made to withstand more than my weight, but if I can’t handle the strain of swinging us both to safety…’

He couldn't risk it.

“Good evening, Mr…?”

Surprise and good manners made the man automatically answer, “Ed. Ed Harrinson.”

Encouraged, Tim took a tiny teeny step forward. Ed’s entire body shock and he leaned backwards. Tim froze, fear keeping his breathing and heartbeat hostages for the time being, stopping the first and kick starting the second.

“Mr Harrinson, I’d like to ask you to step away from the edge? I’ll call an ambulance for you, and…”

“No!”, the man screamed, suddenly over his surprise, a look of determination trying to masquerade his obvious exhaustion. “If you call an’one, I’ll jump.”

Tim wisely kept the ‘you were gonna do it anyway’ to himself. He nodded slowly, hands emerging from the confines of his cape to show Mr Harrinson the lack of a communication device.

“I won’t, then, but may I come closer? Please?”

It was on the last word, high pitched and wavering, that the man cracked. With wary demeanor, he waved him over, pointing to a patch of rooftop a little far but close enough for Tim to feel comfortable- or as comfortable as he’d get, in these circumstances.

As he approached, he could feel the man analyzing him. The little gasp when he stood by his side didn’t go unnoticed.

“You are… smaller than I imag’ned. Too small for a bat. My boy’s taller than you” he mused, likely to himself, but Tim grasped onto that bit of information and clutched at it with both hands, desperately.

“I’m short compared to my peers, so maybe I’m the same age as your son. How old is he?”, he asked, in his most conversational tone. Fear still had a grasp over both his lungs and heart.

Something in the man’s face shifted.

“He… he just turned fifteen.” Older than Tim, then. Ed continued, “He’s… ”, in a second, the sadness was replaced by pride, “he’s grown up p’tty well, if I say so m’self. A fine young man, that kid. He’ll go places.”

For a beat, Tim tried to imagine his own dad here. As much as he’d hate to see Jack in Mr Harrinson’s place, he couldn't help but wonder if he’d be talking about him the same way Ed spoke about his son.

He… didn’t think so. If on the verge of death, thoughts about his son would probably be the farthest from his dad’s mind.

“You sound like you love him very much. He’s a lucky guy” he said sincerely, a tendril of hopefulness still twisted around his stomach. His hands weren’t shaking any longer, finding solace in the fact that the man in front of him didn’t look like he was about to jump right that second.

Mr Harrinson’s face fell.

“Got served an’ unlucky hand, with an old man like me”, his eyes went back to the abyss, to the empty, poor litten streets below them. “Go ‘way, kid. Leave m’ be. Notta business what I do. Gotta do this f’r my kid.”

Fear came back, full force.

“I- Sorry, but I can’t help but think about your son”, he blurted out, the only bit of information he had about the man was his only tendril of hope. “Someone who loves his child as much as you seem to must be a good father. A father that… would be missed dearly, if lost so young.”

Mr Harrinson looked even more devastated. Tim was doing this all wrong, wasn’t he?

“There’s no other way t’ keep’im safe!'' he yelled, and for a minute Tim thought he had decided to jump then and there. Instead, he dropped to his knees, hands to his head, paper still clutched in one fist. “They’ll get to him if I don’t! Once I’m dead, they’ll just leave’im alone!”

Tim crouched next to him, tentative.

“Who is ‘they’, sir? Maybe I could help…”

Ed was already shaking his head.

“Nay, they said not to go to the bats. Kill my boy, they will, if I do. Seen them offing others for less, so I believe them.”

“Ah, but I’m too short to be a bat, am I not?” he smiled, wobbly at best but sincere. “Besides, who’s gonna tell them you spoke to me? I”, he gestured to his mask, “know how to keep a secret.”

He considered for a beat, before tired shoulders fell, defeated. He offered the slip of paper towards him, unseeing eyes on the street below.

Robin read the note carefully, noting the sloppy penmanship and cheap paper as well as the message itself.

“Mr Harrinson…”

“I know”, he whispered, “I know working for the Black Mask wasn’t my best idea. But m’boy needed to eat, and the landlord was gettin’ impatient. And now, for whatever reason, boss wants me dead. And if I make ‘im dirty his own hands, he’ll dirty ‘em twice and send me with my son for company to the other side. Felix is too young, and he’s good. Can’t let ‘im pay f’ his old man m’stakes, ya hear me?”

Tim thought his words over carefully.

“Mr Harrinson… I don’t think this comes from Black Mask himself”, for one, Blackie wasn’t one to avoid blood on his gloves, nor to send such a shitty note. The man lived for the drama, like most A-listers did, and he’d never forgo the aesthetic of an expensive peachment and beautifully worded threat. Also, if he wanted this man gone, he would have put a bullet in his head the second he clocked in; and if it were revenge he was after, he wouldn't have gotten a warning note but his son’s head sent to him instead.

He folded the paper and put it into one of his multiple pockets, free hand going to the man’s shoulder.

“I know Black Mask’s M.O, mister, and this is not it”, no need to spook him further by describing what it was, though. “Probably just a colleague who wanted your position, or has a grudge for whatever reason. And that, I can help you with. If you work with me on this one, we can both make sure Felix has his Dad making breakfast for him tomorrow morning, and all the days after that. After all”, he smiled, no longer uncertain now that he had firm ground to work with, “your son is going places, and he’ll have to be well fed to reach them, right?”

Mr Harrinson’s smile must have had magical properties, Tim thought. There was no other explanation for the way it returned his breath back to his body.

---.----

The next time he saw a jumper, a few months later, he was slightly more ready for it. Bruce had congratulated him on his work with Mr Harrinson, and the subsequent raid they could make on one of Black Mask’s warehouses thanks to the man’s information, but Tim hadn’t been satisfied until he had read every single mission report on the batcomputer about attempted suicides. And succeed ones, too. Need to know what went well and what didn’t, after all.

So when he saw the fifty-something woman crying on top of a tower in City Hall District, he didn’t almost-crash in his attempt to get there in time. He landed softly, making just enough noise to let her know she wasn’t alone, but careful to not startle her.

“It’s a little cold up here, Lady. If you’d like, I can walk you home?”, he tries for cheeky, despite the cold fear nesting in his stomach like a grumpy, spiteful bird.

The woman, sitting by the edge, turned her head to look at him. The movement called attention to her long, strawberry blonde hair, neatly braided, and her pretty diamond earrings. The face under her perfect make up was gaunt and pale, tear tracks cleaning paths of skin to his trained eye.

Despite him interrupting what probably were very private thoughts, she smiled at his approach, kind and polite. It didn’t reach her eyes, but the intent to put him at ease was generous enough.

“I may be a lady, but any adult worth their salt would insist on walking the young child home, instead of the opposite. Besides”, she patted the rooftop under her,” I live here, so it’s not a long walk at all.”

Tim stepped closer, carefully.

“May I sit?”

“I could use the company for a bit”, she accepted, head turning back to the city below.

They sat there for a few minutes in silence, before Tim’s soft voice broke it again.

“Is there anything I can do to help convince you not to do it? Please?”

The lady smiled. “You are a very sweet boy.”

“That’s… not an answer. Can I at least know why?”

“Won’t it torment you, in the future, if we speak now?”, she asked a question of her own, turning to face him again. Despite her words, there was nothing but kindness in those deep green eyes. “If you don’t know me, I’m just another one who jumped. If we talk, I’m afraid I might stay with you long after I’m gone. You are too young for that kind of weight.”

Tim swallowed.

“That’s easily solved, Miss;”, Dick’s rule of thumb; if unsure, always call a lady Miss before Mrs “don’t do it.”

She spared him a long, meaningful look, and he slumped over.

“Not my best, I know, but I’m kinda freaking out now?” She wasn’t like Mr Harrinson, no motive he could see, no strand to pull and unravel her pain. “Please, just… why?”

She patted one of the hands gripping his own knee. His other hand rushed over hers, sandwiching her cold, slim fingers between his gloved palms.

“There’s nothing left for me. I have a nice job, live in a pretty side of town, have friends, and still… it feels so empty. So… Meaningless. Why even bother?”

Tim chewed on her words silently. He was way out of his depth. A tangible, physical problem? He could solve those, no biggie.

Depression, though… that was a different giant to tackle. Was he even prepared enough to?

A strong gust of wind made the lady with braided hair shiver. Without thought, Tim unclasped his cape and draped it over her slim shoulders.

“Aren’t you cold?” she asked, head tilted like a curious woodland animal. Tim felt strongly protective of her, of this kind, sweet lady, who said she had it all, except the one thing that mattered to her.

“I’m used to it”, he shrugged. “This suit is very warm, but cold air often trickles down from the neckline and… well. Gigs of the job and all that.”

The lady tutted, frowning for the first time since Tim arrived.

“That won’t do, young man. You need a scarf. The nights will only get colder from now on.”

He shrugged again.

“I just… don’t have the time to buy one. And I had one, but… There’s these kids who often hang out by the park, and they were so cold, I just couldn't swing by and ignore them. So I gave them my scarf to share between them. I’m just kinda bummed that I don’t have more to make sure they all stay warm.”

The braided haired lady hummed for a second.

“Well… I knit”, she started, carefully. “I don’t have children or grandchildren to give my final products to, so they’ll go to waste after I’m gone. If you’d take them out of my hands, you’ll do me a favor.”

Tim wanted to say no, unwilling to make this any easier for her, but the chance of getting her away from the edge was enough to quell his voice.

She went and came back within minutes, a big cardboard box balanced over her shaky arms. He rose to help her, meeting the woman halfway through the roof, a good distance away from the abyss.

“This red one would look good with your suit… oh, and the green one, to keep with the theme! Or maybe the yellow one… Shame pink would be such a bad fit for your colors, because that wool is the best I worked with…”

Tim’s hand carefully took said carf out and looked it over. There were about six others in the box.

“I could take this to those kids I mentioned before… It’d still not be enough for all, but more to share between them means less cold.”

She hummed again, looking at the unfinished projects on the bottom of the box.

“If… If you give me a few days…” she muttered. “I mean, I’m in no rush”, a hand vaguely gestured towards the rooftop’s edge. “I could spare a few days finishing those, and you could take them to these kids you spoke about… and maybe, I can help make a few children less cold with this silly hobby of mine.”

Elated beyond words, Tim nodded vigorously, waxing poetry about her work and about just how excited little Ellie would be with this soft, pretty pink scarf.

His patrol route could use a few detours, after all, if that meant keeping Braided Hair Lady away from her roof.

---.----

He was just returning from a late supply run when he bumped into The Cats.

It was in an alleyway, a block off from Mrs Eloise Denvarow (formerly known as Braided Hair Lady). The older woman had caved after three months knowing each other, of Tim passing by her apartment once every other night to pick up her baked goods or knitted masterpieces, to distribute between street kids and working girls, and told him her name. It was said in passing (“Stop with that ‘Lady’ thing, honey. It’s Eloise”), as if lacking importance, when in reality it meant the world to him. Sure, he’d already known, having run a background check on her the minute he came back to the cave after stopping her from jumping, but there was that implicit vow between them, that she wouldn't tell him her name and jump, wouldn’t make him carry its weight on his shoulders forever, so it was… it was a promise, on her end, a reassurance, and Tim wasn’t even embarrassed that he cried in her arms like a baby for ten minutes.

So here he was, a month after that, still riding that high, when the desperate call from below caught his attention.

There were two teens on the dirty ground, nested among cracked bottles and old newspapers. The girl was lying in the boy’s arms, with him screaming for help.

“Robin! Thank fuck!”, he almost sobs, arms visibly tightening around the girl. Tim wants to ask how he knew to call for him, and if the proximity to Mrs Denvarow’s place was luck or not.

But it wasn’t the time to ask.

The girl was pale, which only highlighted the bruises on her face. Someone with a big fist punched her. It doesn't seem likely, considering just how distraught the other kid is, but he checks his hands just in case; fortunately, too small for that kind of damage.

She’s also breathing erratically and, when he puts a gloved hand to her neck, he realizes just how crazy her pulse is.

Fear Toxin? Except Scarecrow is still in Arkham as far as he knows, and even if he had gotten away recently, he needs time to develop his precious chemicals. Joker’s Venom and Mad’s Hatter drugs don’t have quite this results, and Ivy doesn’t usually attack street girls just for kicks; they are also too far from her usual turf for her to be a viable suspect.

So, that leaves very few choices.

“Overdose?”, he ventures a guess, hand already fumbling through the pockets on his belt.

The other boy sobs harder, nodding while looking down at the girl in his arms. Tim gently takes the girl from him to position her straighter, to help her down the vial he finally found in his belt. It was supposed to help flush out any chemical in a few minutes, tops; they usually used it when a new type of Crazy Criminal Drug made its way to the streets and they didn’t have the time to properly prepare an antidote. It was strong, and vicious in its path to devoid the body of any and all external agents, which was why it wasn’t a preferred method; who’s to say the civilian in need of a flush isn’t in some important medicine? The Big Flush, as Dick calls it, lacked any kind of finesse or discrimination.

But it was their best shot right now, so there goes nothing.

There’s silence while they watch the girl’s progress. He doesn’t bother asking if he called for an ambulance; they are obviously minors, probably homeless, and even if the Wayne Foundation takes care of children’s hospital fees, they’d avoid it to keep themselves out of the foster system.

But then, the kid kept talking.

“I… I found her near Grant Park. I… I didn’t know what to do, so I dragged her here. She/” and then he breaks again, hands grasping one of hers, as if letting go meant he was giving up on her and he couldn't bear it.

“Grant Park is only five blocks away,” Tim thinks out loud, mind already a mile away “and Moench’s Row illicit night clinic is about the same distance from there as this place. Why did you bring her here?”

“She… Alley… Oh, her name’s Allison, by the way. And I’m Thomas. Tom.” Introductions, miraculously, seem to do the trick here and calm him down. “Nice to meetcha.”

Tim’s not deterred by his toothy grin, but he has to admit he’s kinda cute. Like, stray cat cute.

Huh. Alley, Tom, cat… Yeah, that checks.

“What happened with Allison?” he presses softly, one arm still keeping Alley up and against his chest, the other hand on her pulse point, taking note of the way the heartbeat seems to be stabilizing. The puking fest was gonna start soon.

“She… It was on purpose.” Tom confesses, eyes going clouded for a while. “She tries to not be home, yknow? I met her in kindergarten, and even then she’d try to hide behind the teacher’s desk in hopes they’d forget about her and close the building with her inside. Anyway, we pretty much live on the streets these days, and Alley… she’s very depressed. I convinced her to see someone a while ago, even stol/ I mean, earned the money for it myself”, he’s quick to correct, eyes glancing up to see if he was smooth enough to cover it; which he wasn’t, but Tim was in favor of letting that small one go, “and they gave her a prescription for antidepressants. She’s been kicking it down the road, but she’s gotten a lot worse and I wouldn't lay off her case about it, so she sneaked back home to get some money from her folks to pay for it.”

By the way the kid looks at her bruised face with unmeasurable guilt, Tim knows she didn’t go unnoticed.

“And… I don’t know. We were supposed to meet up by the Commerce Street Highway, but she was late, so I walked around for a bit and… I saw her there, on a bench. She was/ she was still conscious then, and she told me… she said ‘these aren’t what the doc gave me, but they took the pain away all the same’.” Again, Tom chokes on his own emotions. If he had any free hands, he’d try to put one on his shoulder for comfort. “I don’t even know what she took, or where did she get it from!”

Tim has heard whispers of loan sharks and drug dealres camping toghter by the Fashion Distric, just north of Grant Park, so he can make an informed guess as to how that happened. Also, he now knows what he’ll do the rest of the night, once these kids are safe.

When Tom has gotten a grasp of himself, he pushes again.

“So, why did you bring her here?”

He shrugs, a bit abashed.

“Well… I mean, everyone knows about how Mrs Denvarow is the one giving clothes and food away, and that you help her distribute it. Well, not everyone, but… you know, the street kids. We flagged her building with a yellow skull and everything.”

A yellow skull grafitti, Tim’s mind translates, is the street equivalent of a ‘don’t fuck with this place’ sing. A sort of protective sigil. He wonders how he missed it.

“And… This is kind of your thing, right? So I figured you’d be better prepared to deal with it than some overworked clinic that might even not have enough free equipment to help us. Good think I did, too” he gestures at his friend, whose face is now looking flushed; a sign both of growing health, and of the upcoming puke. Tim’s quick to turn her so her back is to his chest, head tilted down just in case.

As if rehearsed, Alley chose that exact second to empty the contents of her now flushed stomach. Tim would need a sample of that, to catch the responsible dealer.

Tom held her hair away from her face while Tim kept her steady, and she blinked bearily at them after it was done, still not completely lucid but a world away from the girl she was ten minutes ago.

“She’ll still need a hospital.'' Tim informs Tom sternly. The boy had taken his friend in his arms again, softly rubbing her back to help with the uncomfortable ache leftover after puking your guts out. “The Moench’s Row clinic should be able to help with any side effect, but she’s safe for now.”

He nods, thanks Tim again and again and politely refuses his help to take her to the clinic. They part ways, both parties probably thinking this would be the last time they saw each other.

Still, their situation sticks with Tim during the rest of his patrol, and he decides to stop by the clinic, just to check on them. His knuckles still ache from the absolute beating he delivered to the ones who gave Alley the money and sold her the drugs, so he’s in better spirits and hopes to spread it to the kids.

Alley is awake when he visits, and her shy, little smile is enough for the rage inside of Tim to die down. The bad guys dealt with, the civilians safe, everything in its proper place.

He sleeps a bit better that night.

---.----

He almost doesn’t see him.

Actually, he probably wouldn't have, deeply lost into his own head, had the guy been anything other than a redhead. That exact shade of orangy-brown auburn, that he would have to pick up from his workbench at Titan’s tower after Bart had decided to ‘keep him company’ during his all-nighters.

It was ironic, how now he would give anything in the world to have those same strands of hair fucking up his experiments, if only for the impish, ‘please-don’t-kill-me-I’m-an-angel’ smile he would receive in exchange.

“Hey”, he greets, landing softly at the man’s right, sitting a few feet away from him, too tired to even stand up on common ground. “What’s happening?”

He shouldn’t be doing this. He really, really shouldn’t. His own mental health was less than stellar, and even thinking about it made him feel worse. He didn’t deserve to feel bad, not when civilians were in the hospital after his latest fuck up, Cass was missing, Cassie barely hanging in there, the family a mess with Damian’s lovely introduction, and… well. Every other person he knew…

Point being, there must be someone else, in a better inner place, that could speak to this guy. But since no one seemed to be patrolling this route, Tim could only hope to stall him long enough for a more capable vigilante to show up.

The guy looks startled, then angry. He has green eyes, he notices, under the glasses. Not sure why that sticks to him.

“What are you doing here? You’re not going to try to stop me, are you? You’re not going to swing down and catch me in mid air or something, are you?”

He seems defensive, but Tim notices a bit of hesitancy. He has worked with less.

(He wishes he had more energy to do more with what little he has)

“No. If I did, what’s to stop you from doing it again later, or tomorrow? I can’t be with you every second. If you want to do this, you are going to, no matter how much I don’t want you to. And I don’t want you to, just so we are clear.”

The guy still looks suspicious, but he hasn’t taken that last step forward, so… a win?

“I just needed to sit down for a minute. ‘been thinking about all the ways I’ve screwed up lately, and…”

Auburn-hair deflates a little, turning away from Tim to examine the night sky. “Well, that makes two of us.”

The bat signal lights up the night. His newfound companion looks at it, then him. ��Do you need to get that?”

“Nah. Batman will, and if he needs help he’ll call me.” Tim shrugs. He needs a coffee-power-up. He needs to sleep. He needs for his loved ones to not be dead.

He needs to see if there’s anything he can do for this guy.

“So, do you want to tell me why you’re doing this? So someone can go to your family and friends to let them know?”

After all, if it was him who did it (and… wasn’t that food for thought?), he’d like Bruce and Dick to know why. To not… to not blame themselves.

Redhead looks annoyed again. Uh. A short fuse, this one.

“Don’t try any psychology, or try to make me feel guilty about hurting anyone… this isn't about anyone but me.”

He shouldn’t say it, but… “That’s pretty naive, but whatever. Tell me anyway.” He smirks a bit, then “Unless you’re in a hurry or something.”

He hears the guy (he really should ask his name) as he tells his story. A cold, clinical part of his mind recognizes the symptoms described almost unconsciously by the guy as depression. He would know, after all. The other part of him, the part that made him Robin, that made him human, discarded the label; there was much more to this guy than his illness, and he would treat him like it.

“So here I am,” he finishes, now sitting side by side with Tim, both their legs hanging above the bustling city. “Now’s when you tell me how stupid this is. That other people have much bigger problems, there’s hunger and war, and I’m weak because my problems are nothing next to stuff like that.”

Tim thinks of a father, desperately thinking his death would save his son’s life, when in fact it would have only made it worse. He thinks of a woman, so full of love and warmth, looking into the abyss and feeling empty inside. He thinks of a couple of kids, one hanging to life with nails and teeth, the other hanging to her just as fiercely.

He thinks about himself. About looking at a future version of himself, hating what he sees, and deciding to drown the bud before it can even flower. He thinks of sickly green water, of cloning equipment in a laboratory, of a phone falling to the ground after delivering him with more bad news.

He’s still in a bad place, still probably not the most capable person to be doing this, but a part of him is sure this is the right answer. The only answer.

“No. Your problems are worse than anyone else’s, because they are yours. I’ve... felt bad like you have, and some pretty bad things have happened to me.”

Red hair looks as tired as Tim feels, so it’s a surprise that he has enough energy to glance at him worriedly, hand stretching a bit in his direction in a half-formed attempt to comfort.

“You guys make it look so easy, swinging around, having fun… Things get bad for you, too?”

Tim looks down, and smiles. It’s a sad, bitter thing. He thinks about parents lost before ever connecting to them, about a girlfriend going away, a sister lost to the madness of their lives, about two best friends gone, one even dying in his arms.

He gives no details. Doesn’t talk about it all, just shares a little bit of himself. It’s only fair, after hearing about this guy’s demons. Misery loves company, doesn’t it?

“So what do you do? How do you deal with it?” the guy asks when he’s done, looking at Tim by the corner of his not-very-dry eyes.

Tim forces himself to remember. “One of the things I’ve learned is that it gets bad for everyone sometimes, Superman, Batman… everyone. I remember that I’m not alone, that things do get better. Sometimes on their own, most times when you work at them. And when I have trouble remembering those things, I find people to talk to.”

Most of those were dead, but Tim is hit with the epiphany that not all of them are. He still has people. He still…

“And you’ve got people like that? That you can talk to?” asks the guy, tone both worried and hopeful. Tim stands up, does his best to look calm.

“Yeah. Your folks, and old friend, even a trained counselor you’ve never met before… someone who has a totally different perspective because they’re not as close to your problems as you are. Maybe they give you advice, and that’s great… or maybe they just listen. Sometimes, that’s all you need. Anyway, that’s how I deal with it when things suck. And it works. Want to come down from there and give it a try?”

The guy gets back to his feet, as Tim watches from behind. Having been in this situation before, the fear grabbing a hold of him isn’t new, but it's different. He thinks he's too worn down. It takes the edge off of any emotion.

Except hope. Hope still hurts like a sharp knife when it’s snatched away. He prays it won’t be, right now.

Green eyes (Jason- that’s who they reminded him of) look down, deep in thought. Then he turns, smiles at Tim. There’s hope in him too.

“Yeah, why not?”

They get down together. He gives him a few numbers and they have breakfast together. The guy promises to call his English teacher, at least. Tim promises himself to call his brother.

At least, he still has Dick.

---.----

He’s been putting off doing his rounds since he came back, he knows. But…

It changed him, a bit. Going around the world, dealing with his grief while staying on his toes, ready to break down one second and having to field off attacks from all sides the next, with the Demon’s honeyed whispers echoing in his ear and mind.

He’ll never tell anyone, just how tempting it had been. How much he had wanted to reach for that offered hand. To lay his head on someone’s shoulder and let the responsibility bleed from his.

Tim will never tell anyone, but he’ll always know. And it’ll always make him hate himself a little bit more.

So, he’s different now. And he’s scared- that the people he gave hope to, that he talked with, that he could never stop thinking about, even halfway across the world- that they won’t like this new, worn down him.

That Mr Harrinson the Good Father, Braided Hair Lady and her sweaters, the inseparable Stray Cats, the girl with the bright yellow cardigan, the kid with the scarred wrists, the woman with beautiful star-like freckles that she’ll hopefully pass on to her baby, the gentle giant man with calloused hands, the petite but fierce young teen with defiant eyes and dead name, the soft spoken girl with the loudest laugh, auburn-haired boy and his hopeful and sympathetic green eyes… and so, so many more. They all knew him, maybe not at his best, but certainly better than now. The boy that kept them from jumping had been a bright, magical Robin. The teen that came back to their city was dark, weary Red Robin. It felt kinda like he had cheated them, returning this broken version of himself to their doorsteps.

But he had to go check on all of them. Even if Cass (and it was such a relief, that even after he lost everything else, the return of his sister could at least be a speck of light in the mist of misery surrounding him) had promised to do so, there were so many of them… and she couldn't possibly remember everyone, all the time. And if anyone had fallen through the gaps… if anyone had stood on a rooftop, waiting for their Robin to save them, only to think ‘nobody cares’ as he didn’t show up…

Tim gets sick only thinking about it. If it did happen, then he needs to know. He has to carry their names with him, that’s the least he can do for failing them.

So he’ll go check on them… anytime now. Soon. The moment he gathers enough energy to climb back to his feet and get his grapple hook out.

...The city looks full of life, beneath him. Like it feels the return of its Knight. The end of the internal quarrel among it’s vigilantes, that almost tore it all apart. The relief in Nightwing, the hesitant peace in Red Hood, the mellowing of Robin.

(He was feeling poetic tonight, in the worst ways)

Maybe it also feels Red Robin’s emptiness. Maybe that’s why it's so lively down there, like the ground is calling to him, just as it did when Ra’s broke the window with his body.

He thinks... he won’t have to check on anyone, if he jumps. And that way, there will be no name to carry with him to his grave.

“Robin!”

“Stop!”

“Don’t do it, please!”

He startles. Hadn’t even noticed when he got to his feet, nor that one of them was hanging over the abyss. The fact that he wasn’t alone on that rooftop any longer hadn’t even breached his usually perfect spatial awareness.

They didn’t call for him, but the voices sounded distraught, they were close, and he was a former Robin, so he turned around, tired, but with obedience and service too ingrained in him to consider denying help to whoever it was.

It turned out, he wouldn't need to go make his rounds any longer. His rounds had come to him.

There were… too many people on this roof. It was way too crowded.

“Robin!”

It was one voice now, not a mixture of them, so he could identify the one yelling his former alias. Allison broke from the mob of people (and there were more still, filling in from the open rooftop door, like a never-ending stream…) to run to him, looking like she might have just jumped into his arms, if not for Tom clutching her hoodie to stop her a few feet from him. Good move, considering he was still balancing precariously on the edge.

“Alleycat?” he whispered, a little blown. She looked so different (magenta looked amazing on the tips of her hair, and she totally pulled off that lip piercing), but he’d recognize those eyes anywhere. He’d been so relieved, when she first opened them after that dangerous overdose.

“We were so fucking worried, dude”, came from Tomcat just behind her, still gripping her hoodie (still keeping her safe; some things never change).

“I…”

“Where were you?” Maddie, not longer yellow but still wearing a cute cardigan, stepped up too.

“I’m… I’m not Robin”, he blurts out. They… knew it was him? It… like, obviously there was a new Robin, Damian was (still, but probably not for much longer) smaller than him, but to immediately know that he was…

“Yeah, no shit. I’d know that long hair and noodle limbs of yours anywhere, kid. Known you too long to be fooled. And the new kid’s really trigger happy with that lon’nife of his... You’re still the Robin I prefer, and fuck if I understand the name passing you heroes do” Mr Harrinson spoke from the back of the crowd, one hand clutching his kid’s shoulder, the other arm around…

“Braided Hair Lady?”

Eloise smiles at him, soft and warm as ever, a little shy when his eyes go to the arm hugging her close and back to her. He recognizes some of her handmade scarfs around the necks of plenty of people on the roof.

“I… wasn’t aware you all knew each other.”

A petite young teen steps forward, walking until they were shoulder-to-shoulder with the Strays.

“Most of us met through the app, and then introduced the others. There’s more, of course, but not everyone could meet here. Samantha’s baby was born just two months ago, so she chose to stay home, but we promised her pictures, so you’ll have to say cheese soon birdboy. Also, I found my name. I’m Cal.”

Allison’s smile broadened and she sneaked an arm around Cal’s waist.

“They are the new Straycat. Calico cat’s are the cutest shit ever, aren’t they?”

Well… Having someone as badass as Cal watching Tom and Alley’s back would sure make Tim feel a lot better about both kids being out in the streets.

Were they still on the streets? He’d need to find out and fix that, soon.

Then it hit him. “What app?”

Auburn-hair smiled from his place, at the front of the crowd just behind the Cats.

“Felix over there,” he pointed over his shoulder at Mr Harrinson’s son, who smiled shyly at Tim, eyes shining in gratitude and admiration like they always did when Tim did his rounds and checked on his dad, “defended you in a GothamHeroes forum once. Some bratty douchebag was complaining about you landing over his car or something and this kid went for his fucking troath.”

“I was in that chat too,” spoke Tom, smiling a little too savagely for a kid that sweet. “He tore the idiot to shreds, speaking about how you saved his dad’s life and took it upon yourself to make sure he was still okay even weeks after you met. I mentioned how you saved Alley and Mrs Denvarow, we exchanged numbers… then we met Cal during one of our rounds handing out Mrs D’s scarfs and food. They were weary of everyone else, but trusted us because they heard you talk about the clothes and baked goods... And Cal’s friend Gina worked with Samantha on the streets and told them about her story...”

“Soon, it seemed like people personally saved by you were just… popping out of the snow like daisies” Blair laughed, and it was still the loudest, brightest noise. The night seemed a little clearer, the air a little fresher for it. “Felix made his own private chat and added us, and we added everyone else we knew… The word went around about it, and more and more people joined in…”

“It’s really a wonder how you had any time to fight crime, seeing how often you were apparently comforting jumpers on the roofs” Ailbert, still as gigantic and gentle as always, raised a hand from the middle of the group. He had a little girl on his shoulders, probably the baby niece he had taken in after his sister’s death.

“Then the new kid appeared and Gotham went to hell on a basket, and no one saw you around any longer”, Elijah, wrists no more scarred than the last time he saw him, his arm tangled with Maddie’s, went on. “We were… well, we were a bit confused.”

“Speak for yourself, Cal jumped Red Hood one night, held him at knife point and demanded to know what the fuck happened to our Robin. We were like, zero chill.”

“Sorry, they did what?” Tim was definitely in the twilight zone now.

“No thoughts, head empty, only murder”

...Tim needed to give Jason a quick call. Also sign Cal up for anger management. And probably, judging by the way both Alley and Tom were looking at them, get one of the adults to give them the talk.

Mrs Eloise smiled at him, and like always it served to calm his nerves. That woman was a different kind of magic than Alfred, but magic indeed. “Anyway, dear, what matters is that we were worried about you. And then this incredible young man, Aaron,” she waved at him, and he winked one of his green eyes in response, “suggested we kept in closer contact with one another, so anyone who spotted you could inform the others.”

Aaron shrugged, his auburn mane of hair bobbing with the movement. “It just seemed like it’d be easier to have an alarm set up, since messaging everyone would take so long… and then someone suggested making a map of Gotham so we could have clearer routes for the kids handing out Mrs Denvarow’s stuff… and someone wanted a shared blackboard to write theories on where the fuck you were with others… and a few demanded a space to share photos, possible sightings or old selfies with you… It kinda spiralled and I thought it’d be less of a chaotic mess if I made an app that could do all of that, instead of all of us using multiple apps for the different fixtures everyone asked for… Since this is Gotham, we also added some Rouge Alarm for whenever a criminal was set loose. It helped keep us safe, and if we knew when crime was happening, we could pay attention to which heroes answered the call…”

“And then, you fought that firefly guy the other day”, Felix said, still by his dad’s side, still looking as awed as ever when looking at tim. “I was in the crowd, and I recognized you within a minute.”

“I don’t really understand technology that well, and the group chat was such a mess that day” Ailbert lamented, but he was still smiling. They all were.

That hit Tim then, hard.

They all looked so happy to see him. To have him back. They had been waiting for him to be back, banded together to make sure they’d all know when he did.

“You looked so sad the last time we saw you” Blair added softly, sadly. “And… when you saved Aaron, you told him about such sad things…”

Elijah winced “And I heard the Midnighter fell from Wayne Tower a few weeks ago, but then he was never seen around again, and your suit looks kinda similar, so that was probably really you… and, that fall…”

“We were very worried” repeated Eloise, but her eyes didn’t lose their warmth. “But you’re back now, and we can keep track of you and each other now, so it’s all good. It’s wonderful to have you back, love.”

This was an out of body experience.

Something must have shown on his face, because Cal snorted.

“We adore you, you dumbass. You are our hero.”

Alley smiled. “You are our Robin.”

Tim fell into her arms, and away from the roof’s edge. The rest of the crowd was upon them in seconds, all eager to pat his back or joke about the cowl hiding his hair from their hands.

He met eyes with Aaron, over Alley’s shoulder. He looked like the hope Tim had helped plant in his heart all those months ago had flowered, and the petals filled his heart.

(He was feeling poetic tonight, in the best ways)

“You should download the app too, so you always have someone to talk to. Look it up. It’s called BirdWatchers, because we’ll always look up and out for you. Because when we wanted to jump, you lended us your wings to fly instead.”

It was like this fucker wanted Tim to cry.

“Welcome home, Red Robin.”

#My writing #Tim drake #batman fanfic #red robin #trigger warning:#depression #suicide attempts #discussion of suicide #overdose #mental illness #hurt comfort #Tim doing the comfort and being the hurt #until he gets the comfort #happy ending #wholesome #I swear the tags are scary but it IS wholesome #Tim drake centric #my writting

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Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy??

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?!

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

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idontknowwhattomakemyurllol · 4 years ago

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Rivals

Summary: You had joined the ball and just found out you will be one of the many candidates to be Prince Todoroki’s wife. But are one of the few that The King has his eyes on. As you meet your rival at the ball, you begin to favor her more than your supposed love interest.

Warning : Reader is a girl!

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS BUT I DID IT!! So yes...The ending is very rushed BUT HEY IM TRYING OKAY. Originally “idea 1″ was supposed to be a modern au thing but I ended up making this so yeah- might make this a miniseries if I’m up for it! Uhhh ENJOY or smth

The Ball

The waltz began. Many guests, including you, entered the ballroom. As you locked arms with your father, the Lord of a noble house you became mesmerized with how majestic the ballroom was. You knew it would be large since it was a castle, but you didn’t realize how small the room would make you feel. Looking up at the gigantic chandelier that hung on the high ceiling, you wondered how many stacks of books it would take for it to reach to the top. It was filled with people, as if you were many fish in the sea. Like a flock of birds gathered around together.

Every maiden in the kingdom wanted to be here and who could blame them. But their reasoning was not the same as yours. They wanted to see the Prince. Prince Todoroki, Shoto. You didn’t want to sound so full of yourself, but you weren’t that interested in him. Of course, even you would admit he is quite attractive. Even with that scar on his face that suddenly appeared somewhere around his childhood.

But back to the topic, you never really were interested. The only reason you were excited to come here was because of the castle and its many wonders. There have been whispers of what lies within this castle. Some say ghosts of the old kings haunt this castle at night. That all the late nobles come together at night in the ballroom, when there is no light, to have an annual ball. Others say that there are secret rooms filled with the many treasures of the kingdom. Hidden away from any thieves who dare to try and steal it away. You wanted to know about it all.

As you and your father walked, you finally realized who you were approaching. The King, Todoroki Enji, and his son The Prince, Todoroki Shoto. As you slowly approached them you slowly let go of your father’s arm. Preparing to curtsy. And you did, smiling at The King when you lifted your head to look at him. You had seen him in your house somewhere during your childhood, since your father was a friend of his. But you were never allowed to go to the castle or to speak to him yourself.

.“My King, it is good to see you are doing well.” Your father greeted. The King, who others call, “Endeavor”, nodded. “Thank you, I’m glad to see you’re doing fine.” the giant man then looked at you for a quick moment before turning back to your father. “This is your daughter I presume?” He asked. Your father nodded, “This is my lovely daughter, L/N Y/N.” as your father stated your name you curtsied once more. “It is an honor to be in your presence, My King.” although you never really agreed with what the king did, and honestly you quite disliked him, the least you could do was respect him.

The King huffed, “So she is one of the candidates for the role of my young Shoto’s wife.” the statement made your eyes go wide. And you did your best to gracefully lift your head up and look at your father. Your father filled with delight agreed. “Why yes, my daughter is quite the lady. I’m sure she’d make a great wife for the young prince.” Your eyes stared at your father. A disappointed stare.

You weren’t against the idea of marriage. Although the idea of marrying a man made you uncomfortable the biggest reasons were that marriage is arranged and that it takes what little freedom you have.You wanted to be free, to see the world for what it truly was, good or bad. You wanted an adventure. An adventure where you would ride your house out into the wild and try to catch the beautiful sunset. An adventure that you could write a book about. You wanted and adventure. But of course, at the back of your mind you knew it could never be true. You were just a girl, you couldn’t do that. No matter how hard you dreamed, it could never be.

E/c eyes look towards the young Prince who didn’t even look at you. He seemed angry, maybe he didn’t want to get married either. He also looked quite sad, a tint of disappointment in his dual eyes, but you could tell it was mostly filled with frustration. You had heard that he and his father don’t get along. There were rumors that his father had something to do with the scar on the poor boy’s face. And something to do with his mother. The Prince was known to love his mother dearly. And when she was sent away that was about the same time his scar was revealed.

“Good luck competing for his heart. I advise you to do your best, since there is another candidate I believe is worthy of the royal life.” your train of thoughts stopped as he said that and you looked to him. A bit afraid of him honestly. “And who is that, if I may ask..?” you tried to speak up, but the realization of getting a husband made you tense. “Lady Yaoyorozu Momo.”

Yaoyorozu Momo. You had heard of her before. She was said to be very beautiful, intelligent, and well mannered. Everything a proper lady should be. At least that’s what most people said a lady should be. You’ve always wanted to meet her and see for yourself who she was. From what you heard she sounded quite lovely.

Nodding, you tried to clear the thoughts from your head. You just wanted to get away from this conversation as fast as you could. And then a man announced from the entrance. “Welcoming, The House of Yaoyorozu.” and there she was.

What people said about her did her justice. Hair as dark as a midnight sky. Eyes twinkled as if there were millions of stars within them. Fair and smooth porcelain skin. Soft and graceful movements. With every step she took, it looked like she was floating. Her dress flowed with her as she walked down the stairs. She looked like an angel, scratch that, a goddess from Heaven. And she took your breath away.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She looked beautiful. Too good to be true. And even as you stared at her you only realized that she was near you when her Father spoke. “My King, it is good to see you again. And lord L/N, it is quite the honor to finally meet you.” the man reached out his hand and your father shook it. “I’ve heard good things about you. It is an honor to meet you as well.” your father replied, a smile gracing his face.

The Prince looked at the Lady and she smiled. And you felt a sting in your heart. Right. You are supposed to compete for The Prince’s heart. Why did that make you so sad? “My Prince, may I introduce my daughter. Yaoyorozu Momo.” and as she was introduced she curtsied. “It is an honor to be in your presence, Prince Todoroki.” The Prince simply nodded and didn’t say a word, which made you frustrated. A beautiful woman had just greeted you and all he could do was nod. Seemed quite ungrateful to you.

“Lady Yaoyrozu, this is Lady L/N. You two will be competing for The Prince’s heart.” your father placed a hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you towards her, since you were hiding behind your father as soon as she entered. You felt your heart beat out of your chest when he did and felt your face begin to burn. Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened when she saw you and you felt like you stopped breathing. You then realized the tint of red spreading across her cheeks.

“Lady L/N, I hope we can still be friends even if we are supposedly rivals!” she blurted out, she seemed a little nervous which made you laugh in relief, knowing you weren’t the only one who felt that way. “It is an honor to meet you as well, Lady Yaoyorozu. And I’d love to be your friend.” you smiled and you saw her smile back.

You and your father then bid them goodbye so that The Yaoyorozus could talk to The Todorokis And the whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about her. While in the middle of conversations with others you glanced at her a lot. Wanting to talk to her more, you just needed to find the opportunity. Then you were told to dance by your father. You never really liked dancing. Only time you did was with your mother and father, and that was rare. Whenever you would dance with someone else you always felt quite uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right. You always tried to get out of it but it seems you couldn’t this time. So you begrudgingly complied.

As you danced with the many strangers and few friends you wondered how long it would take until the dance ended. Spinning around the room and being passed to the next stranger and onto the next then the next then the next. It felt exhausting to you. Especially since some would try to start a conversation. Most of the time you would love to have a small chat but you weren’t necessarily in the mood to talk to any of the men. You closed your eyes as you were passed onto the next. And heard a small gasp when they held your waist. It didn’t feel like the touch of a man. And so you opened your eyes to find. Yaoyorozu leading the dance.

You blushed bright red as you continued to dance with her. “L-Lady Yaoyorozu! What are you doing..?” you asked as she spun you for a bit. “I just went up to the man dancing with you a while ago and was about to speak before he tossed you over to me..! I’m sorry! I grabbed your waist by instinct!!” she apologized and you laughed. “I-It’s alright! It’s just a little weird for two girls to be dancing together isn’t it?” you laughed again, for some reason you couldn’t stop smiling around her. You heard her laugh in return, and felt like you wanted to scream! In a good way. “A little. But it does feel quite nice not to have some man hold my waist a little too tightly!” she joked and you sympathized with her. There were some men who let’s say..Weren’t the best of dancers.

“We should probably get out of here. If we don’t want more people to stare at us.” you suggested noticing a few of the guests talking about the two of you and she agreed. Looking out towards a door that leads to a balcony before taking control again and spinning the two of you towards that direction. Some people noticed, but you didn’t really care. You were having too much fun to care enough about what they think.

The cool breeze hit both of your faces as you somehow managed to open the door, all while holding each other’s hand. The two of you laughing and at the same time trying to catch your breath. “Did you see that one woman’s face..? She seemed so disgusted at the sight of us dancing!! It was hilarious!!” you giggled and Momo agreed. “I know!! I don’t usually find joy in doing these things but just seeing all their faces because we were holding hands..!” you both cackled.

Catching her breath Yaoyorozu then slowly walked towards the concrete railing and looked out at the garden below. You went after her and followed her gaze. It was a statue of two young girls sitting next to each other. “That’s a lovely statue.” you commented and Yaoyorozu hummed. “They seem so calm and safe together.” The statement peeked your interest. “If I may ask…Do you not feel comfortable around others..?” you asked. Hoping it wasn’t too personal. “Well…Around some people yes haha. Don’t you as well..?” she asked and you nodded. “I hope you don’t think of me as weird, but I usually feel uncomfortable with men courting me..” The lady admitted. And you stared in bewilderment.

“You. One of the most beautiful woman I have ever ever seen does not like being courted..? That’s a bit of a surprise.” She stopped for a moment and looked at you, red spreading across her cheeks. “You..Think I’m beautiful?” she said a bit dazed.

Now you were the one blushing. “Well..Yeah I think you’re quite beautiful..I assumed you’ve been told that a million times by many men and women though…” you uttered. Playing with a strand of hair. Her lips parted for a moment before she averted your gaze “Well…Yes but I didn’t expect you to think the same…” “What do you mean..?” you questioned a bit baffled about what she had said. “Well….I didn’t think that somebody as breathtaking as you would think that I’m beautiful…I was quite shocked when you laughed at me, I thought you were going to hate me for messing up!” she confessed. A bit embarrassed as she said that.

She thought you were pretty..? The thought left you speechless. While you were at a lost for words that made Yaoyorozu assume that you didn’t like what she said. “Oh my..I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to insult you..” she apologized. You jumped and waved your hands around realizing you gave the wrong impression. “W-What!? No, no, no! I’m sorry! I was just shocked that you thought about me that way!! I-In a good way of course!!” you said, hoping to make the air less tense. “A-Ah, I see. Sorry..” she said again. “Stop saying sorry Lady Yaoyorozu, It’s not your fault. Just a little misunderstanding, yes? It’s not like you said I was ugly or anything!” she snorted but nodded.

“You know what? I know we just met but I’ve never met anyone like you.” she spoke and you smiled. “Really now? Are you just trying to flatter me or are you telling the truth?” you teased and she chuckled “I am telling the truth! I’ve never felt so safe around someone…Not in a long while at least.” she persisted. “I feel like I can do stupid things around you and you wouldn’t judge me. You’d probably laugh but you wouldn’t judge..! It’s so weird isn’t it. I’ve known you for only a couple hours and yet I feel like I can trust you with my life. It just doesn’t make sense.” she muttered. You beamed and shook your head. “Don’t worry, I feel the same way. I feel like I’ve known you for years even though I don’t even know what your favorite flower is.” you sighed.

“Asters.” she mentioned. “What?” “Asters..I think they’re quite lovely.” she said and you mouthed an ‘O’. “Well I’ll have to get you some the next time we meet then.” you noted and she turned to you smiling softly. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

Looking back at the door, you realized that you two would have to go back. Back to that…Was all that all really worth it? Just for some guy who didn’t really care about you? He’s rich, handsome, and smart, but is it really worth what you two have right now..? ”What’s wrong?” she asked, a bit concerned that you suddenly went quiet. “Do you think we’re really gonna have to fight each other just for him…?” you expressed your concern. You didn’t wanna lose her so soon. You didn’t want to lose her ever. You don’t want to let her go.

She put her hand on top of yours and spoke. “Well, we would have to fight. It’s what they want. But we won’t hate each other right? Just some friendly rivalry. I believe that we’ll stay friends, and become good friends later on no matter what happens. Don’t you feel the same..?” she asked, a bit bashful that she had said something so cheesy. But you could tell she meant every word she said.

You were once again at a lose for words. Feeling like you were on cloud 9 when she looked at you like that. She looked at you like you were the most precious thing in her life. You could tell, it was written all over her face. The faint blush you could see on her cheeks made you blush in return. The soft smile she gave left your body melting. You finally muttered a “Yes.” and couldn’t say anything else. You just stared at each other. Before your body moved on it’s own and inched towards her little by little, as you moved you noticed her copying you and moving closer as well.

Only a few inches away from each other you could feel her breath reaching your face. And as you were about to get even closer you heard the door creak. The two of you flinched and immediately backed away from each other. Creating a safe distance for people to assume you weren’t about to do what you think you were about to.

The door opened to reveal your father. “Y/N! I see you’ve become well acquainted with your rival, that is nice of you.” he said as he walked towards the two flustered women. “Ah- yes father. I believe we have..” you lingered on the last word and looked at her, and your eyes met. “Very close friends..” you added on before looking back at the tall man. He looked between the two of you and smiled. “That’s good to hear! Now I won’t have to worry about going to war with her father!’ he joked and you nervously chuckled. “Haha…Why…Yes..” you said, your voice trembling in fear of the thought.

“Lady Yaoyrozu, you must come with us. Your father has requested for you to return to his side at once.” he announced. Grabbing your hand to drag you along. You grabbed Yaoyorozu’s hand as fast as you could to make sure she wouldn’t get left behind and felt a shock of electricity coursing through you. Her eyes widened as she got dragged along with you and your father and intertwined her fingers with yours. She held your hand tighter, and it felt so right to hold her hand like this. Not wanting to let go,

But you tried not to get flustered. Not wanting your father to see you like this. Taking a deep breath and following your father’s pace. Not long after Yaoyorozu did the same. You two entered the ballroom and saw Yaoyorozu’s dad walking towards you. Yaoyorozu immediately let go of your hand and you felt a wave of sadness wash over your body. “Momo, dear. You haven’t had a chance to dance with The Young Prince yet. Remember what me and your mother told you.” the man said approaching the three of you. Yaoyorozu looked up at her father. Looking like she was about to say something before closing her mouth and saying something else instead. “Yes father, I remember.” she sighed. You looked at her worriedly. This seemed quite stressful for her.

He nodded in approval, “Good. Thank you Lady L/N, for keeping my daughter company but we must go now.” he gave a short bow before taking his daughter’s hand and pulled her away from you. Yaoyorozu looked behind her and smiled at you sadly. You waved at her and disappeared into the crowd of people, your dad leading the way as he saw a good friend and wanted to introduce you to them.

The night had suddenly went from exhilarating to exhausting in the matter of a few minutes. As soon as you bid her goodbye you felt a bit tired. You talked to a couple of people that night and none of them seemed to interest you, not as much as she did. You wanted to see her again, talk to her again, anything. You just wanted to see her, but she was nowhere to be found. As your father chatted with another friend of his you looked towards the dance floor, only maybe an hour ago the two of you were there dancing together.

Black hair caught your field of vision. Her red dress flowing with every spin and step. As he put his hand on her waist, leading the dance. The Prince and The Lady. Dancing together. Your heart stung and you looked at them. Your brain couldn’t even process a single thought. All you saw was them. You started hearing the whispers from some of the other guests. “Look at that, Lady Yaoyorozu is dancing with The Prince!!” “Ahh! Some girl is dancing with The Prince! I’m so jealous!!” “It should’ve been me..!” mixed opinions about the two of them both bad and good. But you didn’t care. That only added to the fire burning your heart. You looked at the way Yaoyorozu looked at him, gaze full of adoration and care. And you bit your lip. Wanting to scream and break the two up. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way but you did not like it one bit.

You coughed and nudged your father’s shoulder and he turned his focus to you. “Father, may I go out to get some fresh air?” you asked, trying not to sound like you were begging to get away from this. “Ah, jealous of Lady Yaoyorozu dancing with The Prince I see! Don’t worry child you’ll get your turn.” he laughed and you wanted to yell at him so bad. Holding back you smiled. “Yes, a little. But really father, may I go?” you asked again and he nodded. “Be sure to come back right away though. Maybe you’ll get to dance with The Prince later on!!”.

Not replying to your father you walked away from the ballroom, just wanting to get away from it all. Just for a little bit. You wondered if you should go to the balcony knowing it would make you feel worse. But you went anyway. Opening the doors and being greeted with the cold breeze again. You sighed and closed the gigantic doors. “Oh, hello.” somebody greeted and you flinched. Swiftly turning your head to see who it was. It was The Princess, Todoroki Fuyumi. Your eyes widened as you laid eyes on her.

Beautiful white hair with strands of red within them, a shade of gray for her eyes. She looked magical. As if you were wandering through a forest and found a mythical creature. You stuttered, knowing you had to greet her but not finding the courage to move. “A-Are you alright? You seem quite startled..” she commented. “S-Sorry! Your majesty!!” you sputtered and curtsied as gracefully as you could. Something was wrong with you today. She jumped, a bit surprised and laughed at the sudden movement “It’s alright. I’d be startled as well. No need for the formalities.” she said kindly.

You blushed, embarrassed that you were so nervous in front of The Princess. “Please, lift your head up.” she requested, and you hesitantly lifted your head up to find her in front of you lending a hand. You gulped but took it, why is everyone’s hands so soft? She leaded you to the railing and you both gazed on the garden. “Uhm..Your Majesty.” you started. “Please, just call me Fuyumi. I really don’t mind.” she chuckled. “Oh..Okay..Well then..Princess Fuyumi uhm..” you mumbled. “Why are you here? The only people I’ve really seen at the party is The King and The Prince..Aren’t you and The other Prince supposed to attend as well…?” you asked.

She sighed and looked at the fountain, rather sadly. “Oh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ask such a personal question!!” you exclaimed and she jumped, startled, again. “No no it’s okay! It’s just..” she stopped. Smiling sadly. "It’s a bit private..But I’m here because the party just seemed..A bit tense to me.” she sighed again and you nodded. “What about you? Oh I’m sorry I haven’t even asked for your name!” Fuyumi smiled. “Oh..I just wanted some fresh air haha it seems a little crowded in there.” you stated. Fuyumil laughed, a soft and gentle laugh. “It is expected, since we don’t throw parties much, and..Since Shoto is to look for a bride…” her gaze softened and she frowned.

“is..The Prince not fond of the idea of marriage?” you said out loud, not really realizing you did. Fuyumi’s eyebrows lifted and before you could apologize she spoke. “Well, not really. I truly do believe he wants a family as much as the next person. The thing is..It’s chosen by father.” she explained and you shut up. “He has expressed how he doesn’t want to be engaged just yet and wants to marry who he wants. But of course, Father won’t allow it.” she bit her lip and clenched her fist a bit. “Father wants Shoto to rule the kingdom, so I’m not surprised that he’s already searching for a suitable bride.” she turned to you and saw your worried expression. Laughing she brushed It off. “Apologies, I did not mean to say so much.” she waved her hand a little. “No it’s alright! I’m a bit glad you told me, at least now I understand why The Prince was acting that way.” Fuyumi hummed and rested her cheek on her hand. “Now you still haven’t told me your name…” your eyes widened as you realized you still haven’t told her. “Oh- Sorry! It’s L/N..”

Fuyumi smiled. “L/N Y/N..I believe I’ve heard of you before.” she said. Your eyes widened in surprise that she knew your first name. “Y/N…A lovely name.” she complimented and you blushed. “T-Thank you, Princess Fuyumi.” you thanked her. Fuyumi looked at the doors leading to the party. “How about I introduce you to my brother? I’m sure you two would be good friends.” your heart stopped, and not in the good way that you liked. As you looked at the door sadly as well. Fuyumi noticed and it clicked. “Oh..Oh my I’m sorry I didn’t realize..” you shook your head. “No it’s alright. I should get used to it.” you let out a breathy laugh.

The lady with hair as white as now frowned. “Do you not want to get married as well?” she asked. You rested your arms on the railings. Looking at the statue of the two girls that Yaoyorozu had mentioned. “I’m not sure. I feel like I do want to get married. Spending my whole life with someone who makes me truly happy sounds delightful but..” you looked downcast and you felt your heart sink. “But..?” Fuyumi repeated. You sighed, “But…I can’t imagine myself getting married to anyone…Whenever I do it just..Doesn’t feel right..” Fuyumi hummed. “Maybe you haven’t found the right person yet.” she encouraged. Images of Yaoyorozu then filled your thoughts and you closed your eyes. “Maybe.” is all you said.

The Princess took your hand and your eyes shot open. “Do you wanna go back inside? We can even go together!” she encouraged. You smiled at her optimism. Although you didn’t really feel prepared, you felt a bit safe around her. She was The Princess. And if this would help you clear your thoughts a little, why not. So you decided to go. Fuyumi closed the doors and walked with you then she locked her arms with yours. Making your cheeks flush red. Yet you replicated the gesture and tried to regain your composure. Arm in arm you both entered the party. As you did you felt the stares of the other party guests and the small whispers that came along with it. You gulped but that only made The Princess’ grip a bit tighter, as if reassuring you that you’ll be okay.

The gesture helped you relax a bit. “Are you okay with talking to other guests right now?” she asked. You were confused as to why she wanted to talk to other guests with you but you nodded. As long as she was there and led the conversation you should be fine. Fuyumi leaded you around the ballroom talking to many other guests, introducing you to new people. It helped you take your mind off of things for a bit, but you still wondered where Yaoyorozu was. You chatted with more and more people. And you felt quite busy.

It was nearly the end of the ball, maybe a few minutes until it would end. As you were listening to a story that one of Fuyumi’s friends was telling, The Princess tapped her shoulder. “Is it okay if I steal Y/N for a moment?” hearing your first name come from Fuyumi’s mouth was a bit shocking, even though she was referring to you as such the entire time. The girl agreed and Fuyumi stole you away from her. Locking arms with you and taking you to where The King was. “P-Princess Fuyumi, where are we going..?” you asked even though you were fully aware of where you were going.

“To my father, I want to introduce you to him.” she said happily and you grimaced. The King seemed to notice his daughter walking over to him and turned his focus to the two of you, dismissing whoever he was talking to. Fuyumi smiled sweetly at her father, even though he did not return it. “Good evening Father.” she greeted and the two of you curtsied at the same time. Lifting your heads up at the same time as well, only she was looking directly at her father while you looked the other way. She locked arms with you once more. “I wanted to introduce you to a friend, Lady L/N Y/N.” she said, as if this was the first time you two met. You sighed but smiled up at the giant man. “It is an honor to see you again, My King.”

The King huffed, “It is good to see you too.” Fuyumi looked between the two of you. “Ah! You two have already met...I see. My apologies then, Father.” she said nervously. “I don’t mind.” he said, noticing you two locking arms. “You’ve become quite close I take it.” he commented, he was probably expecting you to answer since he was looking directly at you. “Yes Your Majesty, I believe me and Princess Fuyumi have become quite close.” King Todoroki glared a bit at Fuyumi, and while that sent a shiver down both of your spines Fuyumi seemed to be less afraid. “Why is she calling you by your first name?” he asked, a bit annoyed. “I asked her to, Father. Don’t get mad at her.” she said in a clear voice. They stared at each other for a few moments until it seemed as If he let it go.

Another guest approached the three of you and Fuyumi asked to be excused. Her Father agreed and she dragged you away. “That went well.” Fuyumi happily spoke. “Are you kidding? I felt like he was going to kill me just by his stare!” you whisper shouted. “Father can..Be quite..Aggressive..B-But I’m sure he means well!” Fuyumi tried to reassure you. But you weren’t sure if it was helping. “I want to see your father before the night ends and tell him how wonderful you are haha!” You blushed at the compliment. Why do you keep blushing. “Fuyumi why are you doing this for me?” you asked, laughing a bit at what she had said. Fuyumi looked directly at you for a moment before speaking. As if she was thinking of what to say. “Because, you seem like a nice person and I want to get to know you better.” she smiled. You felt a bit relieved for some reason.

Looking around the ballroom you searched for your father with Fuyumi, but couldn’t find him. And then the clock had struck and King Todoroku had given his closing speech. The ball was coming to an end. As guests bid each other goodbye you and Fuyumi wondered where your father was. “Oh goodness, where is your father?” she said in between bidding her guests. “I don’t know…” “Lady L/N…?”

You swiftly turned your head to see Yaoyorozu walking towards you in all her glory. “A-Ah, Lady Yaoyorozu.” you let go of Fuyumi’s arm and walked to her. “What are you doing here Lady Yaoyorozu? Where is your Father?” you asked her in concern. “I was looking for you. I wanted to say goodbye before I had to go. I thought you would’ve went with your Father by now but he was waiting outside..” she said. So that’s where he was. “Oh alright. Thank you then!” you smiled. “Princess Fuyumi! I know where my father is!” you called out. She turned her head and bowed quickly to the person she was talking to and ran over to you.

“P-Princess?” Yaoyorozu stuttered. “Princess Todoroki! Your higness! It is an honor to finally meet you!” Yaoyorozu quickly curtsied. ‘Cute.’ you thought. “It is an honor to meet you too, Lady Yaoyorozu.” Fuyumi smiled. “Now Y/N, let’s get you to your father, I want to see you off! Lady Yaoyorozu please do tag a long!” Fuyumi offered. Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened looking between you and Fuyumi.Her brows furrowed for a moment before she loosened up, she seemed to have brush off whatever she was thinking. “Of course, Your Majesty!” she said, her voice calm this time. Fuyumi walked, a hand on your shoulder and Yaoyorozu followed, walking beside you as well.

You looked down at Yaoyorozu’s hand wanting to hold it until. “Y/N! There you are.” your father’s voice boomed through the room. Your father bowed before Princess Fuyumi and he thanked her for keeping you company. While he did Yaoyorozu quickly leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I’ll write a letter to you when I get home. It was nice spending some time with you, Y/N.” she said, before walking away to her father. You blushed at her saying your first name and you felt dizzy, in a good way..? “Y/N? What’s wrong? You seem red..!” Fuyumi spoke and you laughed. “W-What? O-OH! Sorry!! haha..” you exclaimed looking back at the direction Yaoyorozu walked away from. Fuyumi looked at where you were looking and she was still confused. She hugged you anyways and you returned the gesture, feeling like you were about to ascend into heaven at any moment. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N!” she smiled and let go. Bidding your Father goodbye before running off to the hall,a couple of guards following her on the way.

“Y/N, let’s go. Your mother would want to hear all about what happened.” he laughed, taking your hand and guiding you through the halls. Guards following behind you. “She sure will.” you agreed. Already knowing that you will be bombarded with questions when you get home. “So, did you have fun tonight? You must be sad that you didn’t get to dance with The Prince.” he said. You looked up at him, and thought about everything that happened. “I had fun today, Father. My rival is quite lovely.” Your father raised a brow, “You do know you will have to fight each other dear.” you shrugged. “She’s my friend papa, I can tell that that won’t come between us.”

#yaoyorozu x reader #momo yaoyorozu x you #yaoyorozu momo x reader #yaoyorozu x you #yaoyorozu x self insert

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talyas-train-blog · 4 years ago

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Can you please make some dating headcanons for the Star Tugs, please? (You can do the Z-Stacks later if you want to)

*screaming* IM BACK

I've been working on this for like 2 months, it sat in my drafts box for about a month and a half with just TenCents' and then Big mac was added like a month ago LMAO

Why not make it an even longer post?👀

Star Tugs, Z-Stacks character relationship headcanons

Sorry about the massive post ya'll hope you enjoy

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Star Tugs

Tencents

General

Very loving throughout the whe relationship but can be very hardheaded/stubborn.

Will bring you flowers when ever he can or leaves notes on your door/office.

Loves to cuddle and watch movies at night.

Favorite dates are sitting at the end of the doc and talking with you.

Beginning of relationship

Thought that you would never like him or want to date him so be kind of acted cruel when feelings arose.

And then something happened

You were pushed off one of the tugs once and without thinking TenCents dove into the frigid water after you and pulled you out.

He held you in his arms until medical personnel could show up and he broke down when you left in an ambulance.

He showed up to the hospital the next day with flowers and when he saw the tubes and wires he cried

Throughout your stay he cringed a little as tubes and such were taken out.

He stayed by your side and held your hand until you woke up and kissed you the minute he could.

He told you how much he loved you and how he felt so bad for being such an ass and he ended up spending the night curled up in your hospital bed with you.

Oj and Hercules still have the photos

Big Mac

General

Veey sweet man

Loves to tease you though so be prepared.

Will give you kisses on the cheek as a way to show love or as a goodbye if he's in a rush.

Kind of protective, specifically when it comes to the Z stacks.

Beginning of relationship

You never expected him to have feelings for you. Not because he does what TenCents does, but because he shows his love in ways that you really have to look for.

You work with him? He'll help you and work with you whenever he can.

You live with the fleet? Will try and help you with meals or cleaning or just keep you company.

He vents to you a lot and thats another way you can tell you've learned his trust.

When he asks you out it's more or less a "would you like to see a movie together?" Or something along the lines of that.

Your first "date" was very sweet and he did did his best to spoil you and make you feel comfortable.

The first time he said i love you, you bith looked at eachother stunned and then smiled

10/10 amazing man.

Otis Jones (O.J)

General

Very sweet and traditional lover.

Will compliment everything, your eyes, your smile, your laugh, you hands, anything he can compliment he will atleast twice.

Is traditional in the sense that you aren't officially dating until he takes you out a few times

Holds your hands and give you kisses on your knuckles whenever

He also does this little thing that if your hands are scuffed or dried he'll put lotion on them for you.

Beginning of relationship

Very upfront with his feelings as he knows that keeping them hidden can only hurt your relationship with eachother.

Very politely asks you while making dinner or cleaning the dishes with you.

Doesn't want to tell anyone until your officially together and comfortable with it.

As i said before he wants to take you out and test the waters a few times to see how you feel about dating.

Brings you daisies and always holds your hand when showing you something.

Top Hat

General

Shows his love through buying gifts and surprisingly, dancing!

Is like Otis in the sense that he wants to take you out a few times before being official.

Little side note, your first kiss was on the stern of his boat as the sun went down to the song You Send Me by Sam Cooke during a party.

Beginning of Relationship

Grampus and Billy were the first to find out and Tophat was slightly pissed.

His love language is very much physical touch and buying gifts so things like slow dancing, soft touches, and new jewelry.

Kind of rubs that whole thing in Hercules' face

Doesn't want kids but very much loves yours if you have them or your nieces and nephews.

If you have siblings he will definitely have a drink with them and have long conversations with them so long as they are smart and can be sarcastic.

You have a promise ring with it, it's a thing for if he ever has to go out to sea you know he's with you.

Plans on marrying you as you are the only person he's been very attached to.

Warrior

General

Very much a himbo but he loves you so much.

Fell very hard very very quick and Big Mac kimd of teased him for it but definitely cheered him on.

Very very in love with you and was the first to say I love you.

Beginning of relationship

Isn't good at dancing or with his words so he told you he loved you by writing it out in a letter.

Walks down the docks while you take about your day and how you're feeling are his favorite "dates".

Loves to hear you laugh so very much, it never fails to make him smile.

Will give you kisses randomly and that's how the rest of the fleet found out.

He had a job with SunShine and as a way to say good bye he ran up to you, grabbed you, and kissed you and ran.

50/10 very loving and genuine man.

Hercules (my most developed character LMAO)

General

O h t h i s m a n i s a f l i r t .

Lives to make you flush.

Gave you a necklace with a photo of him and TenCents in it (TC is basically his son).

Gave you little hints that he was smitten with you right off the bat.

Wasn't afraid to ask you to dinner but you weren't official as he wanted to test the water bc past relationships went to hell.

Everyone knew he had actual feelings for you, he was sweeter on you and seemed to trust you more, and smile at you more than the others and is always more goofy around you.

Beginning of relationship

Took you to a bar to go dancing and the song Sh-Boom - Life Could Be A Dream came on and when he dipped you at the end of the song he kissed you and held you close as the next song came on, foreheads pressed together.

Definitely sleeps with you in his arms every night and his two cats sleep with you. (TenCents and Sunshine have konked out with guys a few times.

Dates where you lay out a blanket in a field and read or look at the stars are very common (he does this thing when if you're on your stomach reading he'll lay his head on your thighs or ass)

Again, lives to make you blush and he'll do basically anything to make you turn as red as TenCents' Scarf.

Loves to dance and sing.

Dusk is sometimes spent dancing on his boat.

Loves to dance to hound dog with you

Sunshine

General

Relatively mature lover.

Very gentle and sweet on you and loves to make you laugh and smile.

Could be covered in grease or dust after work and would still bring you flowers or a sea shell he found if he got the chance.

"Oh boy, here comes lover boy Sunshine!" -tophat

Big mac definitely soothed him into telling you about his feelings.

Beginning of relationship

Very nervous to tell you and stuttered a little when talking to you.

Grabbed your hand by accident one day and thats when you turned to him and told him you had feelings for him.

Poor man almost passed put and fell into the water out of pire relief.

Nights spent watching movies or sitting on the beach talking about dumb things together are his favorite ways to spend time with you.

Z-stacks

Zorran

General

Oh god you never thought he had feelings for you.

He was a complete asshole and seemed to live pissing you off.

So when he asked you out you were stunned and almost turned him down, but decided you would give it a shot.

Very difficult man, but he was a lot softer on you after a little while.

Beginning of relationship

This relationship definitely started by you snapping at him over something hime dod and him leaning down to your face and saying something like "well aren't you a cutie"

You just about smacked him and then it settled in that he was basically flirting with you.

First date consisted of a walk down the streets of San Francisco (yes this au is in SF CA bite me.)

He took you into a shop and pointed out a cat stuffie that you said looked like one you had when you were little and he bought it for you with a red bow on it a few days later.

His love language is definitely gifts.

Zebedee (my love)

General

Absolutely lover man

Basically the Hercules of the Z-stacks just a little harder to read.

Has a son. His name is Zip. You are a parent now.

Zebedee was brought up in a weird house hold so he works very hard to make sure you are comfortable and he doesnt make the relationship miserable.

Beginning of relationship

Was quite open about the whole thing and surprisingly practically cussed out Zorran when he started with his shit.

Very much a sweetheart and would do anything with you if he could.

Zak

General

Dickwad. Doesn't know how to show his love for you, but it's there.

Shows his love by being protective and always being aroune basically.

Very rarely actually smiles but when he does cherish the fucking moment.

Beginning of relationship

"Sir wtf everyone thinks you hate them" kind of vibe.

Thought he just wanted to get to know you but now you're a week into the relationship and holy fuck i want to get married.

Wants to hold your hand most of the time and just hear your voice.

Zug

General

Little bit of an asshole but tries his best

Buys you little things like journals if you like to write or seeds if you have a garden.

Wears ties and always has you pick them out and if you aren't around he wears the one with your favorite flowers or colors on it.

Beginning of relationship

Teases you and acts like a big man when you first get together but then he realizes how much he loves you and becomes a big softy.

Loves to cuddle randomly and Zorran is a little piss baby about it

Loves everything about you, especially your eyes and he always makes it known.

Zip

General

Kind of a ditz but you have to love him for it.

He was a stuttering mess when he told you he had caught feelings and held out a single sunflower for you to take.

Loves to lay his hedon your lap as you play with his hair and talk or watch a movie.

Likes to write stories, a lot of them involve you, and he reads them to you! He's a very good writer and so many of his characters are really well developed and beautifully designed.

He has a little brother named Zacary (Xacary?) and his brother often helps Zip set dates and such up

Beginning of relationship

I have a little headcanon that Zip might have partial autism but he has ADHD and he was abused as a kid so the relationship is a little rough for him at first.

Adjusting to the whole thing of hey they love me, i love them, i can trust them.

But as he warms up he helps more, and dances with you more, and begins to really thrive in the relationship.

Is definitely in love with you even if he forgets to tell you some days.

He's trying his hardest, give him a little time

Zorran definitely had feelings for you qnd was pissy when you fell for Zip and Zip fell for you

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Gonna add Boomer, Lillie, Billy, Grampus, and Cappy on later in a reblog.

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megalony · 4 years ago

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There’s my girl

This is my first Peter Dawson imagine from the movie Dunkirk which I am in love with. I hope you will all enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) goes to Dunkirk with Peter on his father’s boat to save the soldiers but when a fight breaks out, she ends up falling overboard.

Enjoy.

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"We're going to war."

Those words seemed to spin round in (Y/n)'s head like a needle scratching on a record causing the same lyric to revolve through the air on repeat and (Y/n) couldn't seem to turn it off. Those words just hit her differently for some reason and she couldn't forget them or ignore them.

She knew it was where they were going, of course she did. She knew the moment she got on the boat with her boyfriend Peter, his father and their mutual friend George that war was their destination. They were going right into the heart of the war to save those that were lost and stranded, they were saving those that had no other way to get back home where they belonged. But it didn't feel or seem like they were going into war until now. It felt like they were taking a daring trip out on the water that could envelope them at any second if the tides turned.

But the moment the soldier scrambled over the side of the boat and collapsed in a puddled heap on the floor, it dawned on them all that this was it. They had reached the outskirts of the war and it was only going to get worse from here.

(Y/n) didn't think before she moved towards the man who was dripping water like he was melting on the spot. When his head snapped to look up at her and their eyes locked, there was too much terror and unspoken horror in his eyes for (Y/n) to even begin to comprehend so she decided not to. Her movements were slow and cautious when she reached out for him to try and help him to sit down rather than kneel on the floor like this and the moment he was sat down she moved to grab a blanket. The blanket was made of a rough scratchy material but it would soak up the excess water and keep him a bit more insulated.

Once the blanket was wrapped around his shoulders and pulled tightly around his back, (Y/n) stood up properly and took a few steps back until she was standing next to Peter, not wanting to overwhelm the man.

George came over to him and handed him a steaming cup of tea which he cradled so delicately in his hands like they had given him a bar of gold to protect, but he didn't move to drink any. He was shell-shocked, huddled up in a corner of the boat wanting to watch the waves roll by so he felt safe and no one dared move him if he felt safe where he was.

(Y/n)'s eyes danced over to Peter stood at her side when he quietly slipped his fingers into the groves between her own and gently pulled on her hand, tugging her off the deck and down into the cabin where there was a small kitchen in the corner.

"He needs some space." Peter knew crowding round the poor man when he was in such a state wouldn't be the best idea. Mr Dawson was making sure they were sailing in the right direction, George was keeping an eye out for any other survivors and drifting soldiers they could pick up. It was best to let the soldier have a moment to compose himself out of the way of prying eyes.

Peter leaned his back against the counter as (Y/n) rested her head on his shoulder, smiling when she felt his lips pressing to the top of her head. But they could both feel the nerves radiating off of one another, things were about to change.

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(Y/n) locked eyes with Peter as she folded one arm over her chest and started to bite her thumb out of nervous habit.

The man looked like he was about to have a heart attack or let his rage loose whilst still being afraid of their destination. It felt almost cruel to make him go back to the place he had escaped from, but what else could they do? They were here for a reason and one man simply wasn't going to make much of a difference when there were still hundreds upon thousands of men waiting at Dunkirk for a way home.

They had come here to try and they couldn't turn around and go home without being able to say they had tried.

"I'm not going back. Turn it around." There was a laughable smile on his face as he felt like they were playing a joke on him or just messing with him to see how he would react. He had barely made it out of Dunkirk alive, there was no way he could go back and risk his life again, he just wanted to go home.

"We have to go, it's our duty." Mr Dawson was solemn even though his face was grave because he did understand even if he didn't agree.

"What? You're a pleasure boat, not the navy! You're made for weekend sailing not going into war!"

George leaned his weight back onto his hands that were braced on the side of the boat as Peter dragged his nails through his hair, his eyes still focusing on (Y/n) stood beside him, still biting her thumb out of habit. They all had their own opinions but it didn't feel right to voice them. They knew this wasn't a navy boat and they didn't look or seem like a rescue team but if the boys at Dunkirk were as desperate as they seemed, it wouldn't matter what kind of boat they got on as long as it came and found them.

"Alright son, take it easy-"

"No, no turn it around now. We're not going we have to go home!"

The shell-shocked man tried his best to lunge forward and get inside over to the wheel but Mr Dawson was stood in his way and both George and Peter tried to pull him back. They didn't want to hurt him or pin him down or contain him but they couldn't have him trying to turn the boat around when their destination was Dunkirk and they had a job to do.

The man clearly felt like he was under attack because he became very defensive whilst still trying to move and get to the controls. He flung his right arm out at his side and knocked George backwards onto the floor with a huff which caused Peter to stop for a split second to check on George. Leaving the soldier a few seconds to try and get past Mr Dawson once he knocked Peter off of him with another violent shove.

"Now come on son, we can't leave men behind, someone has to rescue them." Mr Dawson managed to push the man out of the cabin and away from the wheel he was desperate to turn but his words didn't have the desired effect.

"I'm not going back."

"Calm down, it's okay, you'll be home by morning and so will everyone else if we go and help them." (Y/n)'s words caused the man to falter for a moment but he spared her one glance before something overtook him, whether it was a memory or a fear, no one was sure but it unsettled him. He didn't want to go back into the face of torture, he wanted to go home into the face of safety.

When it looked like he was about to throw a punch (Y/n)'s way, Peter quickly placed himself in front of her before he lurched over to grab the man's wrist, trying to twist his arm out of the way but it only made the soldier struggle move.

Peter kept a tight hold over the man's wrist and arm and tried to hold his arm as still as possible behind him so he couldn't hit any of them or fight them but it wasn't enough. The soldier managed to knock Peter down to his knees and rip his arm free from the younger boy but Peter's ocean blue eyes watched in fright as the soldier moved much too quickly and unevenly.

No words left Peter's mouth but a look of horror overtook his face as he watched everything happen it what felt like slow motion.

(Y/n) gasped when the man's arm fired into her chest and stomach even if it was unclear whether he meant to hit her or not, just as the boat tackled a rather uneven, large wave that sent everyone's steps stumbling. The rocking of the boat and the man's force pushed (Y/n) back but she didn't realise how close to the side she was until her back forcefully hit the side of the boat. But she had no time to focus on the sudden pain in her back when the boat seemed to capsize to the left and with the side of the boat being so small, (Y/n) found herself falling overboard.

She tightened her arms to her chest, unable to stop herself from screaming as her eyes could only see the red of Peter's jumper before the icy water suddenly surrounded her. For a second or two it was as if (Y/n) didn't know where she was and she couldn't feel the water until her eyes opened and the salt was suddenly scratching at her eyes. When her eyes came into focus despite the salt and the odd sensation of peering through water, (Y/n) could see the side and bottom of the boat through the magenta blue water that was swaying awfully around her.

As soon as (Y/n) noticed the boat slowly becoming misshapen and distant and she realised she was sinking, she suddenly felt how cold the water was. It was as if she had fallen into a bucket of ice and her thick woollen jumper and warm winter leggings were doing nothing to prevent her from the cold that was seeping into her bones.

She couldn't move. The water's icy tentacles had wrapped around her and seeped into her bones until she couldn't move them anymore no mater how badly her mind screamed to move and save herself.

"(Y/n)!" The name tore from Peter's lips before he had a chance to stop himself but screaming her name did nothing to stop her from falling into the water. The thought of detaining the shell-shocked man in front of him vanished from Peter's mind completely as he scrambled to his feet and roughly pushed the man out of the way so he could lean over to see if (Y/n) was floating or sinking into the depths of the ocean.

Peter collapsed down on his knees and leaned over the side, feeling the edge of the boat cutting rather uncomfortably into his lower chest and stomach but he paid no mind to it as all of his concentration was focused on the water.

"She's not coming up." The fear in Peter's voice overwhelmed the urgency he was feeling when he could see (Y/n)'s body under the water but she wasn't becoming any clearer meaning she wasn't rising to the surface yet.

"Peter no!" Both Mr Dawson and George hurriedly grabbed one of Peter's arms each to stop him from diving down into the water himself after her. They couldn't let him dive straight in like that because it was dangerous and the water this far out had a very unkind temperature. But the way that Peter looked up at his father was not an expression that Mr Dawson had ever witnessed before in his younger son.

"She isn't coming up to the surface-" Peter writhed in his father's grip. It was his fault (Y/n) was here, he allowed her to step onto the boat and stay just like he did with George. He let them both on the boat and didn't tell them to leave, it was his fault she was in the water.

"Just give her a few seconds, Peter."

The hesitation in Peter's eyes was clear before he tore his gaze away and looked back down at the water he submerged his hands into. He wasn't going to dive right in but he needed his arms in the water to reach out for her when she did start to come up to the surface so there was something for her to reach for and hold on to.

(Y/n) couldn't decide whether she was starting to float or sink when the image of the boat above her was moving but it wasn't clear if it was becoming distant or just distorted. But the moment her burning lungs in-took a flood of water, it seemed to kick-start everything else and her paralysed body slowly became unstuck. If she weren't in the water (Y/n) was sure she would have been crying in fear, she was fine going in a boat and being on the ocean but being in the ocean was something else entirely.

She wasn't the best swimmer out there and the thought of drowning always scared (Y/n). To breathe in water until she went unconscious and drowned was a terrifying thought and if she didn't blackout she would be awake for several minutes until the water killed her and dragged her down to the depths of the ocean like she was a shipwreck destined for the sea bed.

When a sudden flash of red submerged into the otherwise deep blue water (Y/n) knew it had to be Peter's jumper and she tried her best to reach her arms up to the sky in order to reach for him and her legs kicked out to give her a push up in the right direction.

She felt Peter's familiar hand glide against her own but she wasn't high enough to grasp it properly and the water made it much harder to try and grip his hand that was like a lifeline held out to her. With another kick of her feet, (Y/n) tried to move through the water that just laughed and enveloped around her before she thrust her hand up and felt for Peter's hand.

The moment Peter felt (Y/n)'s hand in his own he deadlocked his fingers around her hand, digging his nails into her skin for added grip when it felt like he was going to lose her. As soon as their hands were secured together, he leaned further into the water until it was smothering his chest and reaching his neck and chin so he could grab (Y/n)'s elbow with his other hand in order to hoist her up to the surface.

It felt and looked like a miracle when Peter leaned up and (Y/n) suddenly broke through the water, with her hair folded back on her head and clinging to her shoulders and a burst of water spluttering from her pale lips that were almost turning blue. Peter's lips curved into a relieved smile that was full of nervous tension when (Y/n) was finally above the water and within his sights again.

There's my girl.

Peter pulled (Y/n) up a bit more before he let go of her hand so he could wrap his arms around her waist to help pull her back up onto the boat again. (Y/n) dug her fingers into Peter's shoulders, reassuring herself he wasn't going to drop her back into the water or let her slip through his fingers as she moved her feet to press them against the side of the boat so she could get up a bit easier.

When her foot slid from the edge of the boat and her frame slipped down, Peter's name escaped (Y/n)'s lips in a choked whimper and she forced her head into Peter's neck as his arms tightened around her to assure her he wasn't letting the water take her again.

Peter could feel her teeth chattering against his neck and her frozen skin was making him shiver and feel the cold but he paid no mind to it.

"I've got you, I won't let go I promise." He whispered the words against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear so no one else would hear. He could feel the panic in her shivering body but he wasn't letting her fall again. He straightened up so he was no longer leaning over the side of the boat and pulled (Y/n) up and over to him.

Mr Dawson and George reached out to hold onto (Y/n) for added precaution so she didn't slip back into the water, a mixture of worry and relief in their eyes when they watched her collapse onto her knees on the floor in much the same way the soldier had done a few hours previous.

The moment (Y/n) felt her knees firmly on the floor she felt tears of relief falling from her eyes before she started to shake. Her hands stayed firmly on Peter's shoulders who was kneeling in front of her and his arms tightened around her when she pushed her face into his chest wanting comfort and to stop herself from choking on the water she had inhaled. Peter tilted his head down so he could press his lips to her hair, breathing in her scent that was now tainted by the saltwater smothering her and he moved one hand to hold the back of her head, keeping her firmly encased to his chest.

"I-is she alright?"

"Does she look alright?" Peter didn't mean to snap and when he looked over at the solider he was curled up in the corner with such sadness in his eyes that made Peter feel guilty.

(Y/n) lifted her head enough to look up at Peter but she couldn't say anything or tell him she was alright because she still felt like there was water in her lungs that she needed to cough up. She knew she was okay and she would be perfectly fine in a little while when the shaking subsided and her breathing felt more natural, she had a lucky escape from the water, all things considered.

A small, tight-lipped smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she felt George draping a blanket around her and Peter who was also shaking but she couldn't tell whether it was because of the water or because she was shaking so violently in his arms.

"She'll be fine in a little while, just like you, son. Peter, take her down to warm up and get a drink."

"Come on, love."

Pushing himself to his feet, Peter kept his arms around (Y/n) and carefully helped her to her feet, noticing the way she was still shaking and looked like she wasn't going to be walking very well or far. (Y/n) kept her arms around Peter just in case her knees gave way beneath her and when they passed the soldier, she gave him a small nod and a smile to let him know she knew he didn't hurt her or mean to hurt her. (Y/n) couldn't have the solider worrying he'd hurt her when it wasn't his fault, he was in shock and they had unintentionally made it worse for him.

The moment (Y/n) felt the small soft bed beneath her in the little cabin room, she felt like she was going to pass out. The shaking in her system seemed to double for a few seconds when she sat down before gradually tapering off until it was starting to become subtle.

Moving her head, (Y/n) leaned her cheek on Peter's shoulder when he wrapped his arms around her and gently pulled her into his chest whilst keeping the blanket tight around her to try and fight the cold out of her system.

(Y/n) took a moment to scan her eyes around the tiny room that on any other occasion would have made her feel claustrophobic but right now simply made her feel warmer and more connected to Peter. Being mindful of the pile of life jackets on the other end of the bed, (Y/n) slowly curled her legs up and rested them on the bed before she laid down and rested her head and shoulders on Peter's lap. She was cautious and slow in case Peter didn't want her to lay over him but his arm instantly laid over her shoulder and his hand held hers whilst his other hand near her head started slowly carding through her hair that was dripping water.

"You're alright, love." Peter spoke quietly before he leaned over her so he could kiss her cheek and tuck his face into her neck. He was thankful they'd gotten her out in time and that she seemed to be okay, he didn't know what he would do if he didn't get her out in time.

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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HC: Telekenesis Quirk! Reader

Anonymous: You're such a good writer lmao can't relate. But Deku and Todoroki with a s/o who has a telekenesis quirk that gets harder to control the less she concentrates? Like she'll zone out and suddenly there's books stuck the the ceiling XD idk it just sounded cute to me

Ahhh thank you ya made ma heart feel all squishy :) And this is SO AdOrAbLeEeeeeeeE (PS- I havent written for Todoroki for a while so forgive me if my writing for him is a little rusty!)

(P.S.S)- I broke up the parts front Fluff and Angst for each boy because I felt this request could do well for both genres

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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DEKU

Fluff:

Izuku thinks your quirk is SO FREAKING COOOOOOOL

He obviously made a journal about your quirk, because you’re his girlfriend, OF COURSE he’s going to study your powers!!!

The journal first started out as just another addition to his superhero notes

He has little notes from when you two train about fighting styles would best suit you and techniques to help you control your quirk, since when you get distracted or daze off, your quirk will sometimes activate by itself

The journal was very sophisticated and platonic, really…. until it became a journal of just YOU

It's chock full of little things he loves about you, like how your laugh sounds like wind chimes that make his spine tingle in the most delicate way ever, or the way your hair smells so lovely like fruit it makes him go crazy every time he smells it

May or may not have went to the shampoo aisle of the grocery store smelling every bottle to see if its one you use

It's also full of little moments between you two that he never wants to forget

One of the most adorable things he has witnessed when your quirk took over (and, of course, wrote down-this boi has written EVERYTHING) was when you had laid your head in Izuku’s lap during a Dekusquad outing to the park

Everyone spent the whole day studying and occasionally running around like children, playing childish games, until everyone had sat down to eat and the tiredness began to set in

You were currently in a peaceful food coma, letting Midoriya play with your hair as the sun began to set, turning the sky into a beautiful mixture of oranges, pinks, and indigos

While the rest of his friends were busy playing a game of UNO, he took the time to admire how beautiful you were: your skin was tan and rosy from the sunset, your lashes thick, your lips a pretty shade of pink and slightly parted… he blushed, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have you

Unknowing to Midoriya, you were beginning to daze off from his touch- whenever he played with your hair you were instantly calmed and, 9 times out of 10, would fall asleep

You sighed contently, allowing the softness of sleep to drape you, until….

“Y/n….y/nnn..wake up princess,” you heard your boyfriend’s sweet voice, muffled by the thickness of sleep you were still in. But something was wrong- he sounded almost ...desperate? Scared?

Your eyes shot open, a terrifying realization hitting you- you were levitating yourself.

You, of course, had done this before while sleeping, but there was always a roof over your head. Yeah, you would hit your head and it would hurt, but at least you weren’t flying into the open sky.

You gasped loudly in shock, feeling yourself drop rapidly to the ground

Izuku instantly reacted, using a tiny bit of One for All (like .00000001% of it) to make him rapidly sprint to catch you from your fall

You grasped Izuku’s shirt, feeling the soft skin and toned muscles that always made you feel safe, trying to make your heart stop pounding from the slight scare

Izuku looked down at you, blushing slightly from how quickly he reacted and how cute you looked cuddled up against him

“Are you alright?” he asked, worry laced in his tone

“Of course I am,” you replied, your voice still groggy from sleep, “you’re here.”

Angst:

*Warning: mentions of blood

You woke up, your hair matted to one side with dirt and- blood?- your head hurt, your ears ringing, the arm you landed on felt so sore you didnt even want to look down at the damage

You looked around, your vision fuzzy at the sides, trying to process what was going on- you could hear cries, screams, the crackling of fire- “that’s right” you thought, “Im fighting villians”

You then heard a voice that made your blood run cold

“I wont let you hurt her anymore!” Deku screamed, making you look desperately to find him- there he was, badly tattered and limping, holding one side of his suit, where red and purple was staining his skin, the mint green sleeve of his suit ripped away

The powerful villian laughed a cruel chuckle, advancing on poor Deku’s broken stance

“You think your little whines are going to stop me, kid? Your lucky your little girlfriend is pretty, or would have killed her by now. But a pretty little thing like that could be of use to me.”

He smiled a disgusting grin, his perverted thoughts making Deku instantly furious

“No, you won't touch her! I WONT LET YOU !” he screamed, his quirk creating a ball of green energy erupt around his body as he charged at the gigantic villain now running at him.

You stared desperately at the exchange, the whole time wondering how Izuku was even still standing while the villain looked untouched

Seeing your boyfriend charge him- you couldn't take it- you were terrified and angry and scared for his life, knowing he couldn't keep this up- he'd killed himself

“NOOOOOOOO!” you screamed with all your might, not realizing you were making the rubble around you float violently, giant pieces of fallen building flying into the sky, heading to the thing that was causing your pain- this villian who had the audacity to hurt your boyfriend

The villain tried to block the rubble from hitting him, with no luck- it overtook him, instantly burying him in a pile of rubble

Deku stared at the now silent villain, turning slowly to see you, battered and bloody, before you fell to the ground from over use of your quirk

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TODOROKI

Fluff:

Todoroki first began to have feelings for you very early on- he found you to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen with a heart made of gold.

Whenever you two talked, he felt like you treated him like a person, not the “Son-of- Endeavor”, or “The-Boy-Who-Got-In-With-Reccomendations”- you truly talked to him to get to know him for who he was

It was refreshing and irritating at the same time- he was scared of any love and affection after what his father did to his poor mother, even though he desperately needed it

After months of containing his love for you, he realized-slowly- that you liked him back

You two were both in the library, completely alone

You of course didn't think Todokroki had feelings for you, as you did for him- you had accepted that you had a pitiful one-way admiration

With Todoroki’s presence merely a few feet away, you couldn't concentrate on your studies, but you couldnt bring yourself to leave

All you wanted to do was stare at the perfect separation of red and white in his hair, the scar that felt so mesmerizing and so him, that strong jawline that always made you feel weak in the knees….

Todoroki felt the tips of hair begin to lift slightly, as if a soft breeze was carrying him up. He watched as his book began to mysteriously lift in the air, the uncanny feeling of being watched making him turn sharply to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face

Todoroki’s piercing, mismatched eyes made you break from your daze, realizing you had been staring- and had used your quirk by accident

His book slammed back onto the table, his hair flopping back to his body, tickling his skin

He watched as you instantly looked down, fidgeting to get your books together hastily together, your cheeks a bright cherry red

He thought it was pretty cute, to see you so flustered

Just as you were practically pacing out of the library to escape the embarrassing situation, Todoroki stopped in front of you, forcing you to stop as well

“I know you were staring at me.” he said matter-of-factly, making your whole face red

Why did he find that so irresistibly cute?

“I-I-I-uh-” you stuttered, having know idea what to say

You instinctively reached up to brush your hair behind your ear, but-

Todoroki grabbed your hand, his hand warm and calloused

“Would you like to accompany me... on a date tomorrow night?”He swallowed, a twinge of nervousness visible on his calm face

You stared, dumbfounded at the mysterious boy in front of you, not knowing really how things turned so well for you

“I-uh-yes!” you smiled, “I’d love to.”

Angst:

You watched helplessly as the whole forest erupted in flames, the orange tendrils lciking up the sides of the trees, dangerously close to your reddened face

“What was going?” you thought desperately “How did I get here?” Everything was destroyed, every object turning to ash before you...you had to get out...but where was Todoroki?

You began running, flying through the charred leaves as the flames crackled around you

You didn't know where you were going, until you were met with a clearing, the once healthy grass now nothing but dirt and ash that was attacking your airways

A fierce battle was going on, it definitely being the source of the flames- both attackers were fire wielders, going at each other mercilessly- but one of the attackers was different-he was using ice as well

“Todoroki!” you tried to yell, unable to use your throat- it was like someone was choking you, making you unable to talk

You tried to move, to grab your boyfriend and escape, but- you couldn't move. None of your body parts working properly.

You stood there paralyzed, helpless to the situation, unable to move as you watched your boyfriend fight his father, Endeavor, no mercy being evident on either side

Panic flooded your system, only able to watch as the battle began to go in Endeavor's favor, your lover getting hurt more and more and more...

Todoroki rolled over, reaching out his hand to find the warmth of your body, confused to find that you weren’t beside him

He had at first groggily thought you had gotten up to go to get some water, only to look up and be shocked out of his sleepiness

You were floating a foot above the place you were sleeping, your body in the shape of a “T”

Your arms were limply spread out, away from your body, as your head lolled back as if someone was pulling the strands of your hair

“Y/n!” he gasped, quickly pulling you back to the bed

You face was contorted in such a look of pain, Todoroki then began to realize you must be having a nightmare

He began to shake you awake gingerly, calling you by your name and his pet names he had for you

You finally woke up, gasping loudly as if you had been drowning in water

You looked around, panting, not recognizing where you were at first, finally realizing you were in the strong arms of your boyfriend

“How did you-what happened-I” you asked confused, grasping his face between your hands and just relishing the feeling of his skin, his scar, his hair, terrified this was a dream and your nightmare was real

“You were having a nightmare,” Todoroki stated, placing a hand above the one you had on his cheek, “but youre okay, I got you now. Youre safe.”

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maybebanks · 4 years ago

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You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 05

Previous part (4)

Start at the beginning (part 1)

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“You’re pretty hot for a pogue,”

“Is that suppose to be a compliment, momma’s boy,”

His jaw clenched at the nickname, “you know I’ve always thought, if a girl has a shit talking mouth like yours, better make it useful.”

“Rafe, why don’t you leave this poor girl alone,”

“Dad?”

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To your surprise, you and the Pogues didn’t stick out like sore thumbs. Everyone at this kook party was too drunk to insult us for being ‘dirty’ or ‘lowlifes’.

Isolated around the fire you all were talking and finally letting go. You didn’t drink much, the kooks only offered White Claw, which wasn’t your favorite.

JJ had kept his promise for the majority of the party, that was until Topper started some shit when Kiara wouldn’t get him a red solo cup.

“C’mon Kie! Isn’t it your job? I mean you work at a resturaunt,” Topper slurred, he was drunk, but you knew he could fight just as well as when he was sober.

JJ got up and stepped infront of Kie, “You got something to say Topper?”

“Nah, nah, but I do...” Topper trailed off, not finishing that sentence when he threw the first punch at JJ.

You felt sick to your stomach at the sight, JJ wiped blood from his face and threw a punch directly in Toppers nose.

“JJ please stop!” you shouted, but they both ignored you, continuing punch after punch until they both toppled over in the sand.

“Topper get off of him!” Kie shouted. She tried to intervene, always being the bravest girl you knew, but Kelce pushed her back by her shoulders.

Next, Kelce grabbed JJ and pulled him up by his shirt, then threw him into a headlock and Topper stood in front. JJ struggled, but Kelce was holding him down.

Where are John B and Pope?

Your feet were grounded, you wanted to help, at this point be anything, a distraction. But throwing yourself into violence had earned you a life’s worth of pain. Your mind and your heart were fighting a war.

“Starting to look a lot like your Dad, JJ,” Topper says, JJ spits in his face in response, and Topper and Rafe continue to joke. You didn’t understand what they were talking about exactly, but JJ looked beat up, bruising and blood evident on his face.

Topper and Rafe continued to insult JJ, you couldn’t take it any longer. So, you ran over between Topper and JJ and pushed the kooks back.

“Don’t hurt him anymore! We’ll leave, you win,” you plead, instead of looking compliable, Rafe looks amused at your attempt.

JJ struggles.

“Y/n...so nice to see you,” Topper greets, you furrow your brows.

“Let him go,” you demand, ignoring the shaking in your voice.

Rafe laughs, “Oh you mean him? That dirty piece of shit? Why does a girl like you care about JJ?”

“Fuck off. Let him go,”

Rafe’s eves trail up and down your body, he mutters something under his breath. At this, Topper’s eyes widen.

“No man, we were just gonna scare ‘em,” Topper whispers.

You turn to JJ, he hasn’t stopped struggling and all sorts of thoughts are swirling in his mind. He didn’t want to imagine what they would do to you if he wasn’t free.

You watch as JJ finally gets a leg up and nudges Kelce hard. Kelce retreats leaving JJ free. But instantly, Topper punches JJ down and proceeds to kick him.

Before you can react, a pair of arms grabs you by your stomach on both sides and pulls you into their back, for some reason, your hopeful mind expected it to be John B, but it wasn’t.

Rafe pulled you aside, you no longer had a view of JJ.

“Please don’t hurt him! Tell them to stop! Rafe!” You scream. He ignores your demands and pulls you aside, so you are alone, the voices of the party barely muffled.

“What are we doing here?” you ask nervously, still completely oblivious to his intentions.

You were both now in the front of the Cameron house, the party was held on the beach near the Cameron house. You only hoped Kie had found John B and Pope by now.

“You’re pretty hot for a pogue,”

“Is that suppose to be a compliment, momma’s boy,”

A sickeningly familiar voice interrupted Rafe’s nauseating attempts.

“Rafe, son, would you leave Miss. Y/l/n. and I to talk for a minute,” Ward began, it wasn’t a question, and Rafe quickly groaned and exited proximity.

“What are you doing here?” Ward asked, he was angry. And in that moment, you didnt care about putting on a front like you usually do, to him, you were a confident little brat who blackmailed him until you were satisfied. But in the dim light, and his voice seething with anger, you were afraid, afraid he could do what your father does.

“Im sorry. I was just leaving,” you replied shorty.

But he grabbed your forearm, “Y/n Im not a horrible person. You know that right?”

“No. You’re just a murderer,”

His grip hasn’t faltered, “I don’t beat my daughter like your old man,” he whispered, but it was loud and strong.

You pulled your arm away aggressively, “What the fuck?!” You blinked back tears.

Ward didn’t continue the conversation, you were frozen, do you run and look guilty, or do you deny deny deny. JJ.

“I have to go,” You mumble before preparing to dash off.

But before that is possible, Ward pulls you towards him, closer than you’ve ever been.

“Fuck you. Let me go,” you demand. It was almost like he was giving you a hug. Why was he trying so hard to sympathize.

“We are done. With the payments,” Ward mutters.

“Dad?! What are you doing? Who is that?” Sarah’s voice reaches your ear, kook princess.

You push Ward off of you and prepare to run to help JJ, but your eyes lock with Sarah’s. She is utterly confused, you didn’t blame her.

“Y/n?! Dad, whats..going on?”

“Go inside baby, everything is fine. I was just helping her on her way out,”

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“You promised me, JJ,” you mutter as you clean the blood off JJ’s face.

“I know. I’m sorry. But he was messing with Kie-” JJ stops himself when he sees the tears cascading down your cheek. He brings his thumb up to your cheek and wipes it away.

You turn your head away.

“For a girl who knows a lot about treating injuries, you really hate fights,” JJ mumbles.

Then something said at the fight weaves its way back into your mind, “JJ, Topper said something. He said ‘you look more like your dad’, when you were beaten up, what was he talking about?”

JJ looks at the floor, the first time you’ve ever seen him ashamed, “You’ve ever wondered why I sleep at John B’s so much?”

“Um...your dad...”

“Yeah. My mom’s gone, so its just my dad and I. It just sucks when someone is suppose to love you, and they treat you like shit.”

Your heart clenches, feeling every word he said like it was an emotion.

You see JJ sniffle, he wasn’t going to cry. JJ? Of all people? JJ Maybank?

You inch closer to him, your arms embracing him in a hold and his hands meeting your waist. You rested your head on his shoulder. Sometimes a hug does more than a kiss.

Chapter 06

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rebellconquerer · 4 years ago

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So I finally watched Avatar and I could spend an entire day gushing about it. I started writing almost immediately. Here is a random scene I couldn't get out of my head. Can you tell im fascinated with Zuko?

She expects him to erupt. She's known him a long time and though she'd never pretend to understand him, she has become good at predicting him. So she expects him to erupt, that fire he carries inside him spilling over.

What she doesn't expect is the flat, blank stare that takes over his features as the head of the palace guard tells him of Advisor Ling's treason. Somehow the calm scares her more. As Zenia finishes speaking, she switches to a parade rest, allowing her gaze to shift just to the right of the Zuko's shoulder. The quiet of the room seeming incredibly loud.

She glances at Toph who is lounging on the large sofa on the far side of the room and who doesn't seem as discomfited by Zuko's non reaction as Katara is. She wishes for a moment that Sokka was here. He'd know what to do, but someone has to help Uncle make it through the meetings today.

"Do we know if he acted alone?" Zuko asks reasonably.

Zenia shifts uncomfortably before her gaze goes back to her monarch.

"It is unlikely, however we are unsure. He hasn’t talked yet, but given the timeline we put together…" she trails off.

Zuko nods sagely. "Thank you Zenia. You may go."

Zenia salutes crisply and leaves. Katara's eyes don't leave Zuko who sits in the bed, staring ahead, still too blank. The stillness is absolute, until Zuko's eyes seem to snap back into focus.

"No… No. No. No." He mutters to himself, scrambling to the edge of the bed. He stands before she can say anything, wavering drunkenly on his feet for a beat.

"Zuko! What the hell?" She shouts, rushing to his side. He turns on her, the fire flashing in his gold eyes enough to stop her in her tracks.

"Stop, Katara. I'm going to see him." He says matter of factly. He marches across the room, flinging the sleep robe from his body as he strides into his washroom.

"What?" She asks blankly, her confusion holding her in place. She throws a disbelieving glance at Toph who is now sitting up straight, but has made no move to interfere.

"You heard me." His voice floats out of the washroom a moment before he reappears, dressed in a much more formal robe, his hair still hanging loose and his crown missing.

He strides toward the door and she steps in front of him, blocking his path. He turns a hot glare on her and she holds her hands up in surrender, hoping to calm him.

"Zuko, just think about this please. You can barely stand. There is nothing you will learn that couldn't wait until later." Zuko's glare doesn't change.

"You can come with me or you can stay here. Either way, I'm going." He says hotly.

"Toph?" Katara says pleadingly.

Toph shrugs and stands. "Guess I'm going with sparky."

Zuko immediately sidesteps Katara and walks out the door. Katara doesn't try to hold in the disgruntled sound that she makes as Toph walks by her.

"Zuko?!" She hears Suki ask as he strides out the door.

Katara jogs a little to catch up to them, falling into step with a confused looking Suki.

"He's going to go see the general." Katara says sharply. Suki's head snaps to face her, before a resigned but determined look settles in her features. She says nothing, just increases her pace to keep up.

They must make an impressive sight as they make their way to the cell, Katara thinks. The Fire Lord with the youngest earthbending and waterbending masters, as well as the head of the kyoshi warriors as his personal guard. The young guard on duty straightens almost comically when he sees them and Katara has to fight to keep mildly hysterical laughter from bubbling out of her.

"I want to see the prisoner." Zuko growls out.

The young guard looks uncertain but steps aside, turning to open the cell door.

Zuko doesn't falter. He strides into the cell, head held high, regal in every sense of the word. Suki steps up beside the young guard, and makes an abrupt about face, settling in to wait. Katara sighs and follows Zuko into the cell. This is a bad idea.

The general is sitting on a bench in the corner of the room, looking only minimally worse for wear. His hands held in what looks like a metal mitten with a chain connecting him to the ground. Seeing him, knowing what he has done, Katara’s instincts scream for his blood, scream to make him beg and regret attacking Zuko, attacking her friends, and she has to grit her teeth to push the rage away.

Zuko stops in the center of the room, regarding his old advisor with icy amber eyes. The general looks up, smirking snidely. “A visit from the fire lord himself. I am honored, milord.”

A muscle Zuko’s jaw twitches. “I want to know why.” He says flatly.

General Ling laughs, a cruel mirthless sound. “Always asking the wrong questions boy. “

“Is that it?” Zuko questions lightly. “Was I just too young? Too young for you to listen to? Too young for you to respect? I want to know why, after all this time, you decided you wanted my head.”

The General glares at him. “You know why now. As for the why in general, well you know that too. This whole bit is an exercise in banality. Poor prince Zuko.” he says, cruelty dripping from his words. “Never as smart as Iroh, as brave as Lu Ten. Not as conniving as Ozai and certainly not as strong as Azula. We have a weakling on the throne. The runt of the litter. Better to be taken out back and fried. The fire nation deserves a real leader, not a boy playing at being an adult who would have us bow and scrape to the unworthy!” By the time he finishes he’s all but screaming, face blotchy and red, contorted in impotent rage.

Katara sees red. Feels the blood rush to her face as a roiling hurricane batters against her better judgement. Her breathing has sped up and she wants to tear this man to pieces. The laugh startles her back to the present. Zuko’s laugh is loud in the small space, as clear and pleasing as a bell. A cold, disturbing facsimile of a smile graces his features.

“Was that it? Was that your best shot? You thought that would what? Anger me enough to kill you?” He steps closer to Ling, limbs loose and comfortable as he tilts his head to regard the man more closely. The scowl that graces Ling’s face says that Zuko is not far from the mark.

“Do you have children advisor Ling?” Zuko asks mildly, the change in topic abrupt enough to give Katara whiplash. The first hint of fear clouds the general’s eyes. Zuko steps in closer to him again. “You do right? A daughter if I remember correctly. About 14 or 15?” The general swallows audibly.

“Do you know how I got my scar, general?” The ice in Zuko’s voice seems to drop the temperature of the room. “You do, don’t you? Wouldn’t have been there though. Administrator to some no name village. No... you wouldn’t have been invited to a royal agni kai.” Zuko is close enough for the general to reach, even with his shackled fists, but he doesn’t seem to care. He stoops slowly in front of the frozen man. “You know I never passed out. My father was skilled enough to make sure I was awake through the whole thing. I can still remember the smell of skin burning. ‘You will learn respect, and suffering will be your teacher.’ Those were the words your worthy fire lord said as he maimed his son.”

Katara's heart stutters painfully in her chest as bile, bitter and raw rises to the back of her throat. She’s never heard Zuko talk about it. He's never even told them what happened. She had heard from Iroh. Just two lines. ‘It was his father. He was 13’ She tries not to picture what he says. Feels her stomach roiling against this knowledge, threatening to make her sick. She glances over at Toph who looks similarly horrified, almost physically pained.

With his back to Katara, she doesn’t initially see that he is undoring his robes, it’s not until the finely embroidered sash falls to the floor that she realises.

“And this… this I got from your powerful fire princess. No, I want you to look at it.” he all but growls at the general as he tries to avert his gaze. “She shot enough electricity at me, her brother, to stop my heart. I remember the scent of my skin burning then too.” he ends, so, so quietly. “But where are your worthy leaders? Hmm? You will look at me when I speak to you!” Zuko grits out. The general’s gaze flicks immediately back to Zuko, though Katara can see the force with which he is gritting his teeth. “You know what skill I have, advisor Ling? I survive. Your powerful warlords are nothing but scars on my skin. And I am still here.” The general’s face is ashen now. Zuko finally rises, still too close for Katara’s comfort and gazes down his nose at Ling. “I want you to know Ling, that your daughter is safe in this country from scars like mine, because your weakling fire lord deems it so.” A small sound, somewhere between a gasp and a sob escapes Ling’s throat. Zuko doesn’t look up from re-tying his robes. “I want you to know that if you do not cooperate, you are going to spend the rest of your life in a very small cell somewhere the light of Agni will never again touch you. But I assure you, whatever happens, I will find the rats you were working with and purge them from my country, no matter how long it takes.” He looks up and makes paralysing eye contact with the general. “And when I do, I will come remind you of this conversation. Because I survive.”

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babybottlepop96 · 3 years ago

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Home Again Chapter 1

Jean x Marco

Summary: Jeana and Marco have been friends since the tender ages of 5 and 7. They grow together and fall in love.... then Jean disappears.

Warnings: This story will contains mentions of past rape and abuse. The violence parts will probably be descriptive, but the rape will not be. There will be eventual smut further along into the story.

~20 Years Ago~

"Jean, honey, this is mommy's new boss, Mr. Bott. He is the man who is going to help us, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay?" The small five year old with ash blonde hair, dark brown undercut and honey golden eyes nodded his head as he stared at the tall dark haired man with dark chocolate eyes.

"Nice to meet you Master Jean." The man smiled down at the boy with a warm smile. "This is my son, Marco, he just turned seven a few months ago. Heard you enjoy dinosaurs and superheroes?" Jean nodded as he stared at the boy just two years older than himself with wide eyes, mapping out all the freckles along his tanned skin, milk chocolate eyes staring back into his own with a smile that could make the grumpiest of men relax. "Marco has a boatload of dinosaur and superhero toys, Marco, why don't you show Jean your room?" Marco smiled, grabbing Jean's hand and dragging him up the giant spiral staircase to the second floor.

Once inside the room, Jean's jaw dropped, the size of Marco's bedroom was bigger than his whole house combined. The ceiling was high with detailed trim along the edges, painted in a dark brown and a pale maroon shade of red. The bed was bigger than what any seven year old should have, a giant flat screen tv was mounted onto the wall across from the bed and games, movies and toys filled the rest of the room. "Do you want to play a video game? I have Spyro the dragon, Crash Bandicoot, Mario Kart?" The freckles kid asked, naming off games while setting up one of the many gaming consoles he owned.

"I… ummm.." Jean stood there nervously, rocking on his feet while twiddling his tiny thumbs. "I've never played a video game before." He looked up to see Marco smiling at him.

"That's okay! I'll teach you! We can start with Mario Kart, it's a multiplayer game, so I'll be able to teach you!" He smiled proudly as if he just won first place at the spelling bee.

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Jean grabbed the controller Marco handed out to him with shaky hands. The two sat down on the squishy blue and purple bean bag chairs and started a game, Marco showing him how to pick his character, how to move and control the kart and how to throw the special abilities gained when hitting the boxes with the question marks.

"So, Jean, what's your favorite color?"

"Purple." Jean spoke as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing on the screen, still having a bit of trouble with the turns.

"Cool! Mines red!" Marco spoke as he gestures to the room around them.

"Favorite food?" Jean asked, stealing a glance at the older kid next to him, he couldn't help but smile, Marco's smile was infectious.

"Spaghetti! Well, all kinds of pasta! Penne, ravioli, ricotta-"

"I thought ricotta was a cheese?" Jean questioned, he wasn't actually sure himself, he just knew that cheese was a luxury in his home, never having enough money most of the time for really fancy things like cheeses.

"Oh, yeah! It is!" Marco giggled, "I just really like ricotta cheese." Jean giggled too, this kid was alright. "You're my new best friend, Jean."

~8 Years Later~

"Will you just shut up, Yeager?" A thirteen year old Jean Kirstein, as calmly as he could, spoke with his fist balled up at his sides as he walked out of the middle school building.

"Come on, Kirstein, didn't your poor piss excuse for a mother teach you it isn't nice to tell people to shut up?" Eren, the school bully, asshole and dick, in Jean's opinion, insulted. That's when Jean's resolve faded into nothing and landed a swift punch to the tanned, unblemished skin, a crunch was heard throughout the whole parking lot. Eren fell to the ground but quickly regained his strength and landed a kick to Jean's guy. The wind was knocked from Jean's lungs, but his anger was dominant. He lunged for the bastard who insulted his mother, the only parent he ever knew who worked her ass off to make sure he survived, to give the douche-nozzle a good pounding, but warm, strong arms held him back before hos fist could collide with it's intended target.

"Jean." A warm voice whispered in his ear, Marco. He relaxed in the freckles arms but he was still livid. "Let's go." Then, he was dragged off to the black Chevy Impala.

"Is that your boyfriend Horse Face? Man, I knew you were fruity but seriously? You could do better!" Jean almost got out Marco's grip, but the taller, older teen had his grip firm and all but threw the teen into the back seat.

"Jean-"

"No, don't start Marco! He taunted me about how I have to live my life, insulted my mother, then insulted you! He deserved to get his lights punched out!" Jean yelled, unshed tears forming in the corners of his Carmel eyes, threatening to spill any second. Marco just simply drew the younger into his arms and the driver drove towards Bott Manor. "He… he doesn't have to be so mean! I never did anything to him!"

When they finally pulled into the Manor, Marco led Jean to his room, the same room they first became friends in eight years ago. The stuffed animals and small toys are now replaced with books, CDs and even more games and movies. Marco sat them down on the bed and neither spoke for a few minutes. "He was right, ya know." Marco finally spoke and Jean looked at him like he had four heads. "You could do better than me, if we were together."

"Marco Bott, you stop right there! No one could ever replace you! You are literally the best person alive! If I had the balls to kiss you I would!" Jean and Marco's eyes widened and Jean turned into a blushing, flustered mess. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I.. I don't know why I said tha-", but Jean couldn't finish, Marco's lips pressed firmly against his in a gentle yet passionate kiss that spoke thousands of words and so many feelings.

"I love you Jean." Marco whispered as they pulled apart, foreheads still touching as both tried to regain their breath and slow their hearts. Jean cupped Marco's face in his hands and kissed him again.

"I love you too, Marco."

~2 Years Later~

Jean Kirstein, fifteen year old freshman at Trost High, walked through the park on his way home after work. He hates his job, hates working behind the counter at the local Taco Bell, hates that Eren works there too in the kitchen as a prep cook, hates dealing with annoying ass customers with snarky attitudes complaining that their crunch wrap supreme doesn't have enough sour cream. Well sorry, Karen, I don't make the fucking food nor do I determine how much sour cream goes on it. Today was a particularly bad day, Eren called off claiming he was sick when Jean really knew he was out with his "boyfriend" leaving him to prepare food and take orders. Then someone took a dump on the men's bathroom floor, didn't even try to aim for the fucking toilet! Just took a shot right there in the middle of the goddamn floor which he had to clean up himself while his manager bitched about him not doing his job at the counter. All Jean wanted to do was go home, talk to his boyfriend for a little before he eventually went to bed and got up early the next day for school.

It was a simple request that he wished for while the clock ticked by slowly. Jean was so into his own head, he never heard the footsteps coming up behind him until it was too late. A wet cloth covered his nose and mouth, his eyes widened for a second before the world faded to black.

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"We have to find him!" Marco shouted at his father who was looking at him with a solemn expression. Marco paced back and forth in front of his father's desk, hands taking through his u kept hair. He has barely slept a wink since Jean vanished three days ago, his mind wondering about all the worst scenarios it could think of.

"We are trying, son, but we have no evidence of anything taking place. No struggle, no personal belongings, nothing to suggest anything has even happened."

"But Jean couldn't have just vanished into thin air! He wouldn't run away either! He loved his mom too much to just up and leave her and me…" Marco trailed off, thinking about his and Jean's time together over the last two years. Picnic and arcade dates, eating pizza and hot wings while they binge watched their favorite tv series at that moment, the soft and gentle kisses they shared between one another before they parted ways, always promising to text each other once they got home, letting the other one know they got there safe. That's the single most reason why Marco knew something was wrong. Neither of them forgot to send the 'im home safe and sound' text. Not once, in the ten years that they've known each other, did they miss sending that text. Even as children and Marco's father gave Mrs. Kirstein a cell phone as a gift to keep in contact, did they miss THAT text.

"Son, we are doing everything we can to find Jean. But we also need to think rationally, Jean might not ever be found." Marco froze at those words, Jean may be lost forever? He may never see those honey eyes, beautiful smile, perfect sketches and vibrant paintings painted by those slender pale hands and fingers? May never run his hands through those soft locks of ash and brown ever again? That's when Marco broke, he screamed and fell to the floor in a fetal position on the floor. His father looked at him with hurt in his own dark chocolate eyes, for him, his son and Jean's mother who was currently out looking for her only child as they speak. Don Bott rose from his leather chair and walked around the desk, kneeling in front of his son. He put his hand on his back and whispered a pained, "I'm sorry, Marco."

~10 Years Later (Present Day)~

Here he was, once again, at an underground auction. Mr. Bott hated these things, but he had no other choice, ever since Mrs. Kirstein passed away three years ago from a drunk driving accident, he hasn't been able to find someone who cleaned as well as she had. Every person he hired had an attitude or just didn't speak at all, always forgetting to dust the book shelves or take out the trash. So he relented and took up on Mr. Ackerman's suggestion to go to an auction. Getting there early to get a good seat, Mr. Bott, along with Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Braun and Mr. Hoover, the Dons of their respected parts of New York City, all sat down to converse while the auction for the…. Pleasure portion of the auction slowly came to a close. Mr. Bott cringed as the scum of New York bid money on these poor people just for the gratification of getting their dick in a hole.

"And now for our last and best prize of the night!" The auctioneer spoke as the Dons sighed in relief, none of them liked the idea of people being sold for pleasure as they themselves, tried for years to get it under control but never succeeding. "This one has been in the business for ten years, used and a bit rough looking, but this little beauty will be the best fuck you ever had. Clean and pliant, not a bad body either if I do say so myself. Number 54!" The announcer spoke as someone roughly shoved a young man out into the center of the room. The numbers flying from the crowd started pouring in left and right and it got the Dons wondering whom this "prize" was. "Three-thousand!" "Ten-thousand!" "Twenty Five-thousand!"

"Two hundred-thousand!" The crowd went quiet after hearing the deep booming voice coming from the front row.

"Two hundred-thousand! Going once! Going twice! Sold! To Do Bott!" The young man was then hauled out of the room to be prepped for leaving the facility.

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"Dad! I'm home! Reiner, Bert, Mikasa, Eren and Armin are here too!" Marco called from the doorway as he and the others walked into the Manor. "Dad?!"

"In the living room son!" He heard his father call and the group walked towards the sound.

"What's up? We heard your voicemail and hauled ass here. What happened?" Marco asked as soon as he saw his father, eyes brimmed with tears and a small smile. The others in the room, specifically Dr. Yeager, looked at them, small sad but slightly happy smiles on their faces. "What's going on here?" The group looked at each other, confused and concern plastered on their faces. Once Mr. Bott moved to the side and gestured to the couch, it was then that the group realized what was happening. On the couch asleep, lay a thin pale man, dark circles under his eyes, bruises and scars and even some fresh wounds, now neatly stitched up thanks to Dr. Yeager, littering his almost naked form. Marco stared at the man laying on the pale green couch and tears flooded down his cheeks. "Jean?"

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