#The bat ears are so the kids can sit on his head safely lmao

[puppetmaster13u]

Hear Me Out: Among Us AU

Kids in order, top to bottom, left to right: Dick, Jason, Barbara, Cass, Stephanie, Tim, Duke, Damian, Mia Mizoguchi, Terry Mcginnis, Mat Mcginnis, Athanasia Al Ghul, Helena Kyle, Rory Raegan, Colin Wilkes, Harper Row, Cullen Row, Alina Shelley, Jarro, Kiki Wayne

I think it'd be hilarious, if Jarro, who canonically is an alien, is the only human. Bruce just finds this tiny human child after someone Starro? gets tossed out the airlock and just... yoink.

Honestly I think it'd be funny if all the kids have black suits (or mimicry of suits) like their parent but wildly differently colored helmets.

I also think it'd be funny if Bruce is just kind of... vibing. He could kill someone, but he's more interested in the wires here and teaching his kids stuff. Who constantly shortcut through the vents and spook other crewmates.

[ruhrohrichie]

Kind of adding to dark Kaspbrough. Imagine if for when IT "got" Bill it subtly influenced him (like planted an idea in his mind ofr something), for a while if it only made him more obsessive, but eventually it makes Bill get angry whenever Eddie is with anyone even another loser, leadknh Bill to randomly fuck Eddie out of nowhere saying Eddie is only his and will be his forever

okay so i answered this in just rambling ask-answer format, its definitely not a fic, but its also over 2000 words lmao so uhh this will be under a read more haha. also im sorry for sitting on this so long but its just so good holy fuck

okay, yes. so like, when bill’s in the deadlights/challenging it when he’s young, something in them transfers. nothing big, it’s not like a connection, but it can see what bill fears and just strikes something in him. or some of its evil leaked through, just a little, but enough. and he’s pretty okay at managing it all throughout high school, and it even fades a little when he goes to college in massachusetts. but then he comes home from school for summer break and it all comes crashing back into him, and it’s so much harder to control now that it’s been fading so long. but the worst part is that it also feels kind of good, like letting his shoulders sag after keeping a straight posture for too long. it makes him feel hot, hotter than the maine sun itself would. it makes him feel irritable, like he’s hungry for something, but he doesn’t know what.well, until he sees eddie in his little denim shorts, his thighs all tanned and freckled and toned from running track, but still so soft when he sits down. bill can’t take his eyes off of them. and one time, without thinking about it, suddenly his hand is on them. it’s almost casual. the losers are hanging out in bills living room, sprawled across his couches, and eddie is sitting next to him. bill wants to touch him, and it’s almost like the part of his brain that controls his impulses just isn’t working, because he wants to touch and he does. just a casual hand on eddie’s thigh, his own long fingers curling along the inside of eddie’s thighs. and they’re so soft under his touch, bill just has to squeeze a little. eddie lets out a little gasp, and for a moment an image flashes in bills mind of making eddie gasp for air, but then his gasp turns into the sweetest little giggle bills ever heard, and hes pressing his thighs together and playfully pushing at bill’s wrist, telling him bill stop it tickles! and his voice is so innocent and almost flirty, it makes bill so fucking hard, and hes sure the others must notice, he’s sure eddie must notice, but that thing in his mind likes that. he wants the others to see the way he makes eddie flush like that. his eddie. his precious little thing. his eddie, who he loves and protects and teaches. god, the things he wants to teach eddie.it doesn’t go any further that day, but bill can’t stop thinking about it later that night with his hand in his boxers. he cant stop thinking about how small eddie is, how bills hand engulfed his thigh. and god the noises eddie made, so helpless and cute, like he liked being helpless under bills touch. and a voice in his head, his own just a bit deeper, a bit darker, says that’s because he did like it. he wants you to touch him like that. did you see how he blushed? and he did, and bill comes thinking about others ways to make eddies cheeks that pink, to make him blush like that.bill always kind of knew eddie had a crush on him as a kid. and it had secretly always made him happy when eddie chose him, when eddie happily trotted behind him. bill liked that eddie trusted bill to take care of him. he like the feeling of eddie wanting him, of eddie needing him. and while he had always liked that, now he was craving it.and its bad. its almost out of control how bad he wants him, and they’re hanging out with the others and eddie laughs at something richie says and bill wants to hit richie. but bill doesn’t want to hit richie, right? richie’s his friend. bill knows there’s something up when ben reminds eddie about his sunscreen and offers to get eddies back and bill sees red; ben is the sweetest guy ever, yet bill could twist his wrist just watching his hands on eddies back. bill gets the opportunity to do something about it when they’re swimming and messing around and richie goes a little too far and tugs on eddie’s ankle. “richie, stop it!” eddie cries, clearly fighting tears as he finds his footing. “you know that freaks me out!” and richie does his normal job of fucking up damage control, and bill takes this opportunity to pull eddie into his arms and say “stop being a dick, richie” with maybe a little more venom than is called for. but eddie happily curls himself into bills arms, accepting the comfort and reassurance. it makes bill feel… powerful. controlling eddies fear like that. controlling when he feels safe. “come on, eddie, lets go hang out on the blankets, yeah?” he coos, rubbing eddies arm. “okay,” eddie nods, his voice so soft and small bill wants to watch eddie suck on his fingers, he wants to hear eddie say okay that easily and sweetly as bill tells him to get on his knees and suck his cock. he wants eddie to look at him like bill is safety itself, like bill held the secrets to everything, like he did when they were kids, like he does now as bill leads him to the towels and sits him down, and arm around his waist. and fuck, his waist dips down so pretty. he wants eddie to look at him like that while he takes bills cock. bill knows he’d be such a good boy. he wants eddie right then and there, but he settles for cupping his face in one hand as he leans into eddies space. “you’re okay,” he coos over him, stroking his cheek. “maybe just a little sunburned, but you’re okay, i’ve got you.” bill knows its really not that serious a situation, but he needs to take care of eddie just then, needs eddies eyes on him. he wants the fear and he wants to soothe it. and if it ever shows up again bill wants to be the cause of it. and eddie smiles and leans into him and bats his eyes and says, “thank you, bill,” like the sweet boy he is

so bills confused and hurt and pissed when they’re all hanging out later at the movies and eddies laughing with richie again, and letting richie pinch his cheeks and tease him. bill buys eddies favorite candy and takes him by the hand, maybe tugging a little hard. “sit with me?” he asks, smiling at eddie like it’s a secret. and he watches eddies eyes sparkle, and he feels that power again, the feeling of being wanted and needed. he can tell eddie likes feeling special, too. and he is. bill would do anything to have him. he makes sure eddie sits next to him and he even lifts up the arm rest between them and pulls eddie into his side, drinking in eddies giggles as bill pulls him close, practically into his lap, and eddie curls into him, his cheeks pink. so cute and eager, bill got half hard just from how pliant eddie was for him. bill gets a little carried away with it and instead of handing eddie his skittles he shakes the box out of eddies reach and asks, “want some?” and eddie nods and says, “yes, please.” bill cant help but lean in and purr in eddies ear, “so polite.” he almost thinks hes gone too far, but eddie shivers, and he opens his mouth when bill brushes his fingers against his lips, and he lets bill press the candy to his sweet, pink tongue, running his finger over it before eddie closes his mouth. “good?” bill asks, watching eddie chew and swallow. “mhm,” eddie says, nodding real small. “more?” bill asks. eddie nods again. bill smiles at him sweetly as that sadistic something swirls in him, tugging at his lower abdomen. “open.” and as he feeds eddie again, watching eddie open his mouth eagerly just because bill told him to, bill looks up and finds richie and stan watching them skeptically. he meets richies eyes over eddie and smirks before nuzzling into eddies neck and running his tongue over eddies skin. and that is definitely not a bill move, hes definitely succumbing to the pull inside of him, but it makes eddie giggle and squirm and grab bills shirt, pulling him closer, so he considers it a win.

and he just cant stand to let him go after that. its out of the way, but he insists on walking eddie home, with a hand on his waist. and god, eddies waist and hips are just so soft, bill can’t help but grab him a little. the gasp eddie lets out just makes bill want him more. so as they’re passing by the elementary school, just the two of them surrounded by darkness, bill tugs eddie toward the brick building. “where are we going?” he asks, and the innocent excitement in his voice is tinged with just a hint of fear. “just trust me,” bill grins. and he knows eddie will. and thats how he gets him pressed up against against the brick wall, gets him letting out a little whimper as bill slides one of his legs between eddies. god, he’s pretty when he squirms, that dark voice says. and he is. the distant street light reflects gold in eddies wide, dark eyes as he looks up at bill with uncertainty. and bill just cant control himself around that look. he has to grab eddie, on hand on his hip and one cradling his face, just barely rocking himself against eddie. he moans lowly at the feeling. “bill?” eddie asks. his voice is small, almost scared, but bill can just discern a little moan in it too. “shh, it’s okay,” bill coos, nuzzling his nose against eddies as he tilts his chin up. hes really grinding into him now, pressing him back against the wall, and that darkness creeps over him as his cock throbs at the feeling. “i’ve got you.” “wh-what are you doing?” eddie asks, but hes moving his hips too, standing on his tip toes to get closer. “im taking care of you, baby. don’t you like when i take care of you?” and now eddie finally succumbs as he lets out a pretty little, “yes” and sags against the wall. bill smiles and lets out a low, “good boy” before kissing eddies pretty pink lips. and god, they’re soft and warm, and they open so easily for him when he finally licks into eddies mouth. it’s not long before he’s sliding his hands up eddie’s sweatshirt and running his fingers over his sides and chest. he just cant resist teasing his thumbs over eddie’s nipples. “fuck, baby, you hard for me?” bill teases as eddie gasps. “so cute, baby, all hot and bothered just from some kissing. god, you're perfect.” he doesn't miss the way eddie squirms and smiles and hides his pink cheeks in bills chest. god fuck eddie is so cute, he needs him now. so he shoves eddies pants down and teases over his cock, making eddie squirm again. “bill,” eddie says urgently. he sounds scared again, and that only makes bills cock throb even harder. “bill, w-what if someone sees?” “aw, let them, baby,” bill purrs as he pulls eddies pants down and presses a kiss to his exposed cock, all pretty and pink and hard and wet at the tip. “you’re so pretty, kitten. wanna show you off. dont you wanna be a good, pretty little doll for me? you know i wont let anyone hurt you.” eddies eyes are faraway as he nods, his pretty mouth dropped open. he lets bill turn him around, sticks out his ass obediently. he lets bill open him up, lets him make him all messy, and hes a moaning, shaking mess by the time bill presses his cock into his tight, wet heat. bill holds him tight as he presses into him. he curses as he watches eddies body practically sucking him in, like he was made for it. aw, how cute, the dark voice says, his body knows exactly what it’s good for. and eddies fucking screaming for it as bill gets close, and just a few strokes of bills hand around his cock has eddie painting the wall of the school with his come. bill comes soon after, spilling into eddies eager little hole. and as he pulls eddies pants back up for him, watching the start of his come dripping out of him, the darkness in him trembles with pleasure. eddies gonna go home with bills come fucking leaking out of him, and there is nothing better than knowing that. bill wants eddie to always have his come dripping down his legs. and the fucked up part of him is already planning how to make sure that happens

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 028: Cavalry Battle Part 1

Hi everyone, I have HERO A on repeat. Time for some Sports Fest antics.

Previously on BnHA: Everyone picked teams for the cavalry battle. Like a half dozen people swarmed Bakugou going PICK ME!! and he was all WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE. Deku teamed up with Ochako and Iida, but then Iida was like WELL ACTUALLY and ran off to be on Todoroki’s team. Then my new favorite, Mei, was like HEY and so Deku picked her instead, and also Tokoyami, because Deku is the guy who somehow wins the entire fantasy league after sitting out the fucking draft.

Today on BnHA: The cavalry battle begins. Todoroki hints at having Daddy Issues. Deku’s team holds the others at bay through the power of zero-g, sentient bird shadows, and jetpacks. Bakugou gets trolled by some punk from class B and loses his shit. Todoroki and Deku face off.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 51 58 now, so any ETAs will reflect that. lol yesterday was a very productive day) 

Todoroki has a pretty good thing going, not gonna lie. Iida brings the speed, Kami’s quirk is the perfect defense, and Momo can protect them against being hit by Kami’s electricity themselves. meanwhile Todoroki can probably just ice the ground and send everyone else flailing. I wonder if that would be against the rules

they’ve easily got the best defense out of the whole group, and with Todoroki as their one-man offense... everyone else needs to watch out

oh?

what are you just gonna sit this one out or something? I see he’s looking at the stands though

Todoroki. could it be that you have... Daddy Issues

because I’ve been waiting for a character with Daddy Issues, Todoroki

just. it’s another Thing That I Like, bud, so I’m just warning you now

(ETA: need I even say anything more here)

OHO

oohhhh

this must be the famous Endeavor we’ve heard so much about, then :D

and you know, I’d been wondering why he never uses his fire powers, and ever since he mentioned that his dad was a flame hero, I had a feeling that it might be something like this

so I see he does indeed have Daddy Issues, and self-imposed weaknesses on top of that! boy that sure is stupid, Todoroki

(ETA: even though he has Reasons, I still stand by this statement. he’s allowed to be dumb, though; he’s a kid and he’s been through a lot.)

so now let’s talk about this Endeavor guy. I can immediately see that he, like Vongola Primo before him, just refuses to ever not be on fire at all times. there’s just no reasoning with these people

also this dude literally has a mustache made of fire, which is just the most excellent thing I’ve ever seen

I mean, the beard is also cool, but. the mustache. SO UNNECESSARY. SO BIZARRE. I FUCKING LOVE IT SO MUCH

yay we’re finally gonna get started

WOW the gap between first place and third place in that first competition was a whopping 9,999,800 points, apparently. lmao

that’s not how point distribution usually works, U.A. but, you do you

so my boy Kacchan has Sero and Mina on his team in addition to Kirishima. Sero’s tape skills will definitely come in handy offensively. and Mina... FUCKING WHAT IS YOUR POWER ALREADY, MINA. at this point I really need to know, because the anime seems to assume that everyone watching already knows, so they have no problem showing it, and so whenever she comes up on screen I have to like shield my eyes and block my ears because I don’t want to be spoiled :/

(ETA: this was a thorn in my side for so long, it’s a relief to finally not have to worry lol)

and now our second place winner from the previous match, Todoroki, who’s worth... 205 points

this is like fucking Quidditch. why even have other parts of the game. just everybody go after the damn snitch

not wasting any time, I see

honestly it’s kind of a waste to go after him right off the bat, unless you’re Todoroki and your team has a nearly unbeatable defense. whoever gets Deku’s headband first is just gonna paint a target on their own backs. I expect Bakugou to go for it anyway, of course, but really it’s just stupid

and that’s, of course, assuming that Deku and his surprisingly excellent team can’t fend them off regardless

yes, Steel Ryohei, everyone does indeed know that

omg

you go, Hagakure. honestly, the odds seem pretty damn stacked against your team, but best of luck

god I’m struggling with Tokoyami’s name. but I won’t give up!! PLUS ULTRA

anyway so he asks Deku what they should do and Deku’s like RUN AWAY DUH

uh oh looks like that’s not gonna be quite so easy

this vizard guy appears to have a quicksand quirk or some sort. quicksand has always traditionally been a millennial thing. who gave you permission to take it

well, Ochako, better get to it

OH WAIT

LOOOOOOL I FORGOT ABOUT THE JETPACK

JETPAAAAAACK

jetpacks are also a millennial thing, but fine, just let all these gen z manga kids take all of our cool stuff then. that’s what happens when the series is being written by a millennial, I guess

I sure hope Deku is having the time of his life right now

Jirou is going after them with her headphone jacks lol. what are those gonna do

couldn’t even get close

that’s so cool that his shadow can take care of even the stuff they don’t see coming

I just went back to chapters 5 and 7 to check Toko’s rankings, and he got 9th overall in the practical part of the entrance exam, and then 5th in the gym tests they did with Aizawa on the first day. so he’s a pretty big threat all things considered

Deku does indeed seem to be having the time of his life!

I like watching these kids fly around and have fun

apparently everyone is weightless except Ochako! good job not puking so far, Ochako! you’ve gotten stronger!!

oh wow, bit of a jealous moment for her here after Deku offhandedly praises Mei

YOU’RE BOTH GREAT, LET’S ALL BE FRIENDS AND NOT FIGHT

Hagakure’s headband has been snatched! whoops

looks like that Viktor Nikiforov-looking guy has taken it

what was it even worth, anyway, like 20 points? just sit the rest of this one out guys

I guess it’s still worth going after everyone else’s headbands, given that second place, third place, etc. are still worth fighting for if you can’t get those 10 million points for first

here comes Shouji with his hidden Mineta

oh shit Mineta’s stupid fucking grapes have gotten stuck to the cool moon shoes that Mei made

just take them off then I guess

OH SHIT THEY’VE GOT TSUYU TOO

I FUCKING KNEW WHOEVER GOT HER ON THEIR TEAM WOULD BE GETTING THEIR MONEY’S WORTH

I SWEAR TO GOD IF THAT LITTLE SHIT MINETA TRIES ANYTHING WITH HER IN CLOSE QUARTERS, I’M CALLING ENDEAVOR TO COME OVER HERE AND LIGHT HIM ON FIRE

ahahaha and here comes this lunatic at last

Kacchan also seems to be having the time of his life somehow

oooh! he tried to blast them but Toko even managed to block that!

lollll. never stop making weird faces my dear son

now Sero’s snagging him back, since he was just flying around on his own up there

apparently it’s legal for him to do that as long as his feet don’t touch the ground

so he can just go flying around all Tsuna-style as much as he wants, with Sero there to catch him at the end

do any of these pro heroes want this boy as their sidekick yet?? I’ll be pretty pissed at them if they don’t

(ETA: 3500 draft picks... I’ll take it.)

everyone is talking about how awesome class A is

and now everyone’s going “WHAT?” and “OHH?!” all of a sudden! what’s going on?

OH DAMN. SOMEONE TOOK BOTH BAKUGOU AND MINETA’S HEADBANDS

there appear to be two teams from class B with a ton of points all of a sudden, so I’m pointing fingers in that direction!

but worth noting that Todoroki has also amassed a total of 615 points now, so he’s clearly been busy as well!

Bakugou probably got his snatched while he was flying around without a care in the world solely focused on grabbing Deku’s band

oh wow it was even easier than that

THIS BOY GOT SOME MOVES HOT DAMN

and now he’s bragging about how class B purposely hung back in the first event and focused on observing the other class’s quirks instead

don’t go getting such a big head just yet, kid. come back to me once you’ve taken a stab at Izu’s headband why don’t you. you’re not the only one who hasn’t shown his quirk yet

also, what a stupid thing to be bragging about. again, the whole point of the sports festival is to show off. if you’re gonna hang back and hide then what’s even the point. I guess some of the pros watching might be impressed with your strategizing, but personally I wouldn’t have risked getting eliminated without getting the chance to do something to catch the audience’s eye

damn this kid is really going all in on his insult fest now

okay, this is at least the second time that incident has been brought up since Bakugou came to U.A. it was definitely a bigger deal than I thought. for someone like Bakugou, it can’t exactly be enjoyable to have everyone recognize you from an incident in which you were a helpless victim and needed to have your ass bailed out. that’s like the exact opposite of what he wants to be known for

and it’s a pretty fucking low blow to bring that up, no matter how obnoxiously he was running his mouth at the start of the competition. Bakugou, you have my permission to tear this guy a new one should the opportunity present itself

and now he’s snapped

I think this Viktor guy is underestimating what he’s gotten himself into here, but also Bakugou is most likely playing right into his hands by predictably getting enraged and forgetting about the real target

class B really went and created a whole rivalry with class A out of thin fucking air

well if that’s how it’s gonna be, I hope class A makes a comeback and shows everyone just why they were so hyped up to begin with

uh oh, now Deku’s starting to feel safe, what with everyone going after other teams. MISTAKE

oh dang

:D :D :D this is so much fun. GO ON AND RASSLE THEN

BONUS: 

MY GIRL MIDNIGHT

“FAVORITE THINGS: VIBRANT YOUTH, THRILLS”

LOL SHE WAS ALMOST THE HOMEROOM TEACHER

HER NORMAL CLOTHES ARE SO NORMAL, BUT I GUESS HER DAY TO DAY UNIFORM IS SO SPICY THAT WHEN IT COMES TO HER EVERYDAY CLOTHES, SHE JUST WANTS TO RELAX AND CHILL

I ACTUALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT HER QUIRK IS THOUGH LOL

(ETA: based on her use of it at the end of the finals, seems to be some kind of sleeping gas type thing that knocks people out)

[intothedanvers-e]

Unspoken

Word Count: 1.9k Pairing: Peter Parker x reader (Boy Meets World AU) Summary: You’ve known Peter Parker since you were kids. You’ve gone through elementary school and middle school with him and his attached-at-the-hip best friend Ned Leeds. You and Peter always had an unspoken chemistry, you’d always considered him one of your best friends; but why did starting high school make you feel like there was something more there? Something the two of you felt like you couldn’t say out loud out of fear of shattering your friendship? Author’s Note: I KEEP FORGETTING TO ADD AN AUTHORS NOTE LMAO SORRY I JUST BEEN REAL BUSY!! if u like it or would want to part of the taglist let me know!! :)) <3 Here’s my masterlist! Prologue Part 1 Prologue Part 3 Chapter 1

Prologue Part 2

You came back from your writing camp two weeks earlier than you had last year. You and your dad had agreed that this time he’d let you have at least a fraction of your summer to hang out with your friends. You were equal parts nervous and excited, before you left for camp Peter and Liz broke up and they didn’t end on the best terms. Peter kept yelling about how everything was moving too fast and he was too young to be tied down, but Liz told essentially the whole school that she never really liked him that much. You wanted to stay and comfort Peter but you were actually kind of looking forward to camp this year considering you weren’t going to be put in the “kids” section.

Your bus pulled into the parking lot and you could already see your dad standing next to Peter and Ned on their bikes. There was a third person there you couldn’t really recognize. You got off the bus, grabbed your duffel bag and ran to hug your dad.

“I missed ya big man!”

“I missed you too,” he said putting your bag into the trunk of the car. You walked over to Ned and hugged him. You pulled Peter into the hug as well.

“I missed you dorks.”

Your dad walked over and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll take your stuff home and leave it in your room. Don’t stay out to late and if you’re not coming home for dinner, call me okay? Love you.”

“Love you!” you said as your dad drove out of the parking lot.

“Y/N, this is Michelle.”

She finally stepped forward and smiled at you.

“My friends call me MJ.”

“Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah your nerds wouldn’t stop talking about you all summer.”

“I hope it was all good things.”

“I don’t think they’d be physically able to,” she said laughing.

“There’s nothing bad to say!” Peter said a little too quickly.

You all giggled and you tried to change the subject as you climbed onto your bike.

“So where are we headed?”

“There’s a carnival going on around my house, my cousin is working the ticket booth so she could sneak us some tickets,” MJ said shrugging.

“I love her already! We’ll follow you.”

“This guy already knows the way, we should probably follow him since he says his ‘shortcuts’ cut the time in half,” she said pointing to Peter.

“It’s also a lot safer since we’re not on busy streets!”

You bit the inside of your lip. You liked MJ, you really did but you could tell there was something more going on between them than they were willing to admit. You thought back to the letters sitting in your box in your closet. Would they have changed anything? Could that have possibly been you if you would’ve just given them to him? “Y/N?” Peter said tapping your shoulder.

“Huh? Sorry I was just thinking about whether I left anything at camp, don’t know why I suddenly got really worried,” you said trying to let out a genuine giggle.

“C’mon, I’ll lead the way.”

“Gotcha.”

You all rode together for about 20 minutes and finally reached the carnival. MJ had managed to get a lot more tickets than the four of you suspected. After a few hours of going on all the rides at least twice, Ned and Peter went off to play one of the carnival games which gave you and MJ some alone time. You sat at a picnic table not too far from them.

“So what’s the deal with Peter?”

“What do you mean?” you said smiling and trying to hide the fact that your hands went almost instantly clammy.

“I’ll be honest with you because I like you Y/N, I like him. Like, like like him. But he wouldn’t shut up about you all summer so I totally get if you already called dibs on that. Just let me know so I know what to do.”

You turned to look at Peter who looked like he was having the time of his life playing the ring toss with Ned. You wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and just kiss him and hug him.

“No Peter’s just my best friend. He’s an amazing guy and I can already kind of tell there’s something there between you two so I say go for it girl.”

“Thank you thank you thank you,” she said pulling you into a hug.

Peter and Ned walked over to you guys. Peter placed a little teddy bear in front of you.

“For you,” he said smiling.

“Uh actually you should give it to MJ since she’s the reason we had tickets to even be here,” you said sliding it back to him as he sat across from you.

He gave you a confused look.

“Okay! Here you go MJ, thank you for hooking us up.”

MJ took the teddy bear and smiled at you, you tried your best to reciprocate it. “I’m gonna head home guys! Sitting on a bus for hours can really wear you down so I’m gonna catch up on some sleep.”

“Already?” Peter said standing all of a sudden.

“Yeah but please don’t let me stop you. I’m just sleepy and don’t want to make any of you deal with that ya know?”

“Y/N when she’s sleepy is probably the worst,” Ned whispered to MJ.

You pushed his arm and laughed.

“Stop scaring her please, I actually like her and I finally wont be the only girl!”

You hugged all three of them.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get home okay?” Peter whispered into your ear.

You smiled and nodded, before taking off on your bike. You got home quickly, your dad was sitting in the living room watching TV.

“There she is! Did you guys have fun? What did you guys do?”

“We went to a carnival! MJ has a cousin that snuck us some tickets and we got to go on everything like twice. She’s so cool.”

“You didn’t go have dinner at the Parkers?”

You shook your head quickly.

“Just want to unpack and take an actual warm shower for the first time all summer. Maybe sleep early.”

“Okay, goodnight honey. I got work tomorrow so I’m off to sleep too.”

“On a Saturday?”

“Yeah Mr.Delmar wants to promote me to manager so I’ve been picking up shifts to train.”

“Yay! That’s good right?”

“Of course sweetheart. I’m off to bed. Goodnight. I love you,” he said placing a kiss at the top of your head.

You went into your room and started unpacking things and putting them in their designated piles. After a while your room was fully clean and you were pulling out another small box of papers from your duffel bag. You took your box out and unlocked it, but froze as soon as you heard what sounded like your front door open and close. You jumped up and grabbed your bat, turning off the light in your room. You quietly opened the door and walked into the hallway. You walked through your kitchen and stood at the entrance of your living room which was connected to your front door. You creeped toward the window double checking to see if it was locked. You slowly walked to the door, noticing that the locks you were 100% sure you locked after coming home where unlocked.

“Y/N?” a voice said from behind you.

Without thinking you swung the bat behind you, just barely missing the guy in front of you.

“Woah!”

You swung again. He was wearing what looked like a spandex suit but didn’t get to look at it too closely because he jumped onto your ceiling.

“What the fuck?!”

He quickly pulled his mask off and signaled you to keep quiet. It was Peter.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Y/N let me explain!”

“Everything okay?” you heard your dad yell from his room.

Peter’s eyes widened as he kept signaling you to be quiet.

“Yeah just a freaky looking bug flying around but I killed it.”

“That’s my girl. Go to sleep Y/N.”

“Okay dad! Love you!”

Peter got back onto the floor and took the bat from you.

“Peter what the FUCK is this?” you said quietly.

“Can we go into your room so I can explain this to you?”

You nodded and followed him as he quietly walked to your room. About an hour later you sat on your bed in disbelief. Little tiny nerdy Peter Parker who you’d known your whole life, was now basically a superhuman?

“And Tony Stark made you that suit?”

“Yeah, he’s like my mentor you know?”

You nodded your head but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N I need you to believe me.”

“Oh I believe you. There’s no way you’d get six pack abs other than a radioactive spider biting you.”

“Okay fuck off.”

“Okay but what were you doing at my house?”

“There’d been a few robberies in the area recently. While you were gone I’d come and patrol the building just to make sure your dad was safe. I thought you’d be asleep so I just wanted to see if you were okay since you left really quickly today.”

“Yeah that’s not creepy at all,” you said laughing.

“Also I wanted to talk to you about something.”

You sat up, already sensing a difference in his body language.

“What?”

“MJ tried to kiss me tonight.”

You bit the inside of your lip, it really was your worst habit.

“Nice!”

“What?”

“Yeah she told me she liked you and I told her to go for it. Boy did she go for it, I like her.”

He looked at you confused.

“You told her to go for it?”

“Yeah of course! She’s great, the two of you get along, both Ned and I actually like her, and she seems like a nerd. What’s not to love?”

“And you’re okay with this?”

“Why do you ask me that every time you like a girl Peter? I’m not supposed to approve them or something. If you like them, you like them. It has nothing to do with me.”

“I guess I just keep checking to see if your answer will ever change.”

You started fumbling with your nails, you didn’t want to look at him.

“Well I say you go for it. You guys seem to have already spent a lot of time together this summer so might as well see if something comes out of it.”

He nodded his head and stood up to go. He caught a glance of the box you kept hidden away from everyone and the letters that sat inside them. You panicked and closed the box.

“They’re from a guy at camp. He was sweet, but it was just a summer thing because he’s from California,” you said locking the box.

“Oh that sucks. Would’ve loved to meet him.”

“Yeah you’d like him. Cool guy.”

“Alright well I’m heading home. Thanks for the advice I guess. And please don’t tell MJ about this, I don’t want to overwhelm her already.”

“My lips are sealed,” you said as he opened your window.

“Why does it always seem like we can never get moments together, just the two of us?”

“If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. You can’t force it,” you said shrugging.

He smiled before putting on the mask and leaping out of your window. You shut the window and immediately hid your box away in your hidden spot. You went to bed wondering if things would’ve been different had you said all that you felt to him. You shook your head; you knew it was probably for the better this way.

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[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

Title: The (Step) Mothering Business

Summary: Damian is less than thrilled about Selina and Bruce’s upcoming marriage. Selina has a little something up her sleeve, though (literally). (Selina, Damian, a kitten) (ao3)

Note: It’s Catie’s birthday!!!! If you’re not following @catie-does-things​ you’re seriously missing out (but i mean i do reblog like everything of hers so if you’re following me by extension you follow her lmao). ANYWAY CATIE I hope you have the HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS i love you so so so much you’re always so thoughtful, kind, and insightful and make me want to be both a better consumer/reader and y’know person <3 

The thing about marriage was that you married into a family. And for Selina Kyle that meant marrying a man who’d adopted five kids. Marrying into an emotionally constipated vigilante family of bats and birds. Some of them who have died. More than once.

Tell that one to the guy in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Ha.

She dresses up like a cat, though, so she probably deserves it.

It’s actually not that bad. Really. The kids are mostly grown. She’s had a soft spot for little Dickie Grayson since the day he tumbled into Bruce Wayne’s public life. She’d been at that party, his first “debut,” months and months after his parents had died. Seen how he’d smiled and charmed the adults. But she’d also seen how he’d tugged nervously at his tie, had stayed glued to Bruce’s side.

How he’d picked up the earrings she’d dropped when a server had bumped into her. Rookie mistake, she’d thought at the time, when he plopped them back into her hand, “Miss, you dropped these.”

He frowned down at them and added, “Those look like the one’s the Senator’s wife was wearing.”

She closed her fist around them hurriedly, but he continued, giving her sudden, small, shy smile. “Are you  not wearing them ‘cause they match hers? ‘Cause you would look just as good in them.”

And he’d bounced away back to Bruce’s side, never knowing that they were the Senator’s wife’s earrings. She wonders, sometimes, if he remembers her from that night. She’s never asked.

He was suspicious of her enough as Robin, especially those nights she stole Batman away from him. He’s grown up a lot since then. It startles her, sometimes, to see him now, a man (even if a young one) in his own right.

Jason’s one she wishes she had found before Bruce. It’s the Gotham street kid in her. She’d nagged Bruce about the kid constantly. Had cried for hours when she found out, too late, long after his funeral, that he’d died.

She still drops in on the Red Hood’s patrol routes. He pretends he minds. She knows he doesn’t. Sometimes he mentions a kid who could maybe use a cat, if she had a spare one lying around. She whispers tips to him, when she gets them. When they’re useful. Sometimes she leaves food at his safe house. He never mentions it.

Tim she did find before Bruce, trailing along rooftops at night, all of 11 years old with a camera slung around his neck. She’d taken him back to her place and given him some food. He had protested, saying he had plenty to eat, but she knew hunger could come in the form of loneliness, so she’d listened to him talk about Batman and Robin and veiled comments about his parents’ being gone on vacation or travel for work and him sneaking away from the nanny.  

He came back a few times. Feed strays, and they always do. Selina knew better, but soft spots and all. He found Bruce not too long after, anyway.

He was smart as a whip, sneaky, analytical. She’d told Bruce,  late in his Robin career, that Tim would make a good thief. He wouldn’t speak to her for a month after that.

Then there was Cassandra. She didn’t know her very well, but they’d sparred a few times, and she always smiled her hockey smile at Selina. The last time, just a few weeks ago, she’d said, “Graceful,” when they were done.

Selina had paused in sipping from her water bottle, and Cassandra, sensing (reading?) her uncertainty, repeated, “Graceful. You fight graceful. Like cat.” And she’d held up her hands to her face like paws and hissed. Smiled her gap-toothed grin again. Selina thought that was friendship.

It was Damian who was the problem. Damian was still little, not even eleven yet, and he’d declared, in his lofty way, more than once, how disapproving he was of his father’s impending marriage.

“I don’t know what to do with him,” Bruce says, once morning.

It isn’t quite dawn yet, and she’s snuggled up under his arm, (in her apartment because Alfred has gone suddenly traditional on them, leading up to the wedding, leaving Bruce confused, picking his battles), head resting on his chest. She can hear his heart beat. She thinks she’ll never be over how massive he was. How much space he takes up and how she fits right in.

“I’ve tried talking to him,” Bruce continues. “He won’t listen. I try telling  him but you know how…independent he is.”

“I was going to say stubborn,” she says.

“That too,” he agrees. He huffs out a sight, lets his head flop against the backboard. “I’m just out of ideas.”

Selina laughs, a little. Half the time, Bruce is bewildered by his kids, has no idea what to do with them.  

“You take a break,” she says. “I’ll see what I can do about this one.”

Bruce looks at her skeptically, and she smiles back. She may not know exactly how to handle Damian, but she knows who to ask.

And so it’s with Dick Grayson’s advice and her own spunk that she finds the kid on the Manor grounds. It’s chilly, afternoon, October with a gray sky and colorful trees. He’s wearing a navy hoodie, huddled on top of a slope, hunched over a sketchbook.

He doesn’t say anything as she approaches, but she knows he knows she’s there. He’s been raised by assassins and his father makes it his business to be aware of his surroundings.

“Can I join you?” she asks, and takes his irritated TT as a yes.

She settles down next to him, glad she wore pants (instead of the wooly black skirt Bruce bought her last week, the one she’s been dying to wear) and leans back on her hands. He scrunches around his sketchbook to keep her from seeing what he’s drawing; she doesn’t try to look. She sits in silence for a while, lets him get used to her presence, and then says, “I have a present for you.”

Damian tuts again. “Any attempts at bribery won’t change how I feel about your impending marriage to my father.”

“It’s a kitten,” Selina continues, as if he hasn’t spoken. “A stray I picked up a few days ago. I’m having trouble thinking of a name for her. I thought you might be able to help.”

Damian focuses in on his sketchbook, but she can see he’s listening. Interested. She turns to her bag and snaps it open, lets the little calico cat clamber into her arms. She catches Damian sneaking a glance, but he tuts once more, turns back to his sketch.

“Her mother rejected her,” Selina says. She puts the kitten on the ground, and she bats at her hand. “She was starving. I’ve been bottle feeding her.”

And she had put on a bit of weight since then, was doing well. Curious, playful, sweet. Thriving. She adventures over to Damian, who reaches out a hand gently, lets her sniff it.

They both watch her for a bit. Finally, Selina says, “Damian, I’m not here to replace your mother.”

He stiffens all over. He looks like his father, when she’s caught him off guard, and it catches her off guard, how much they look a like.

He says, “You could never replace Mother.”

Selina nods. “Talia is certainly a force to be reckoned with.”

“The thing is,” she continues after a moment, “I don’t want to try to replace her. I’m not your mother. I won’t ever be. But I am a part of your father’s life, and I’d like to at least be a part of yours, if you’d let me.”

The kitten decides she likes Damian, stands up on her hind legs to paw at his knees. He dangles his pencil in front of her.

“Father has made it clear I have little say in the matter,” Damian says, not looking at her, focused on the kitten. “And I know you only brought this stray because Grayson suggested it might be a bonding experience.”

Selina takes a moment to be impressed in how much disdain such a small person could put into his sneer. Then, she concedes, “Dick did suggest you like animals.”

“Grayson is a sentimental fool,” Damian says, but without much heat. The kitten had climbed into his lap, and he was stroking her head. And anyway, Selina has seen the two of them together as Batman and Robin, knows Damian loves Dick Grayson as best he knows how.

“Maybe so,” she says.

They’re silent for a while longer. To Selina’s surprise, it’s Damian who breaks it, “Her mother, you said--.” Trails off.

“Abandoned her, yes” Selina finishes. “Sometimes mothers do that.”

“Darwinism,” Damian says. “Survival of the fittest.”

“Mm,” Selina agrees.

“It’s not cruel,” Damain adds.

“No,” Selina says. “But sometimes it’s nice to have someone to intervene. The kittens usually grow just fine, with a little TLC. I sometimes wish,” she confesses, not looking at him though she can feel him looking at her.  She breaks off, starts differently, “Mothers are at tricky thing. I sometimes wish,” she repeats. “Sometimes wish someone had for me, too. Intervened, I mean.” She shakes her head, and glances over, meets his gaze.

Damian looks away, down at the kitten, and then back over at her. “You are not my mother,” he repeats.

“No,” she agrees. “I’m not.”

Damian hums. “As long as that’s clear,” he says. His voice is clipped, in the way she’s learned, already, means he’s feeling uncomfortable, hiding emotion he feels is a weakness.

“Absolutely,” she confirms.

They’re silent a while longer. The wind picks up, an the gray clouds darken with the setting sun. She gets up to leave, bends over to pluck the kitten out of Damian’s lap. Maybe it had been a bad idea after all.

But Damian shifts so she can’t touch the kitten, clutches it to him. It’s very small, even in the arms of such a small boy.

“Delilah will need to get used to her new home,” Damian tells her. “And be introduced to Alfred, Bat-Cow, Titus, and Goliath. I think it best she stays rather than move again after your…marriage.”

He doesn’t quite manage to say marriage without a hint of disapproval, but it’s only a small one. Selina hides her smile, nods. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you and Delilah soon,” she says.

“Unfortunately, I expect so,” Damian agrees.

She reaches out and scratches the kitten’s ears, resists the urge to push her luck and ruffle Damian’s hair, and heads back to the Manor where she can’t wait to, very smugly, tell Bruce about her breakthrough. And the new addition to his menagerie.

Well, it’s not like Bruce doesn’t have a stray habit, too.

[keichanz]

Family

@inukag-week Day Four: Family 

I know I’m a lameass by titling these things after the prompt word but I’m too lazy to think of anything else lmao

Hands tucked into his sleeves and releasing a wide yawn as he casually strolled into the kitchen, Inuyasha was greeted with the sight of Kagome’s mom humming a jovial little tune while she stirred a pot at the stove a green herb. A discreet sniff told him it was rosemary. He watched curiously as she spooned up a small amount and took a delicate sip, frowning in contemplation, and then finally seemed to notice him hovering nearby and watching.

Her expression lit up and she smiled at him. “Oh, Inuyasha, perfect timing,” she said and gestured him over. Cocking his head, Inuyasha approached as she spooned up a bit more. “Would you be a dear and taste this for me? I can’t quite put my finger on what it needs so maybe you can help me.” She lifted it up and held a hand beneath to catch any stray drops and with a mental shrug, Inuyasha obediently leaned in and slurped up what was offered to him.

 Licking his lips, he deliberated and then eyed the various spices and herbs laid out on the counter, leaning in to differentiate their scents. “That, and…that,” he said, and pointed to two of them.

 Completely trusting his judgment, Mama nodded, grabbed them both, and smiled when she read their labels. “Basil and thyme. Perfect. Thank you, dear. I appreciate it, and your nose,” she said with a soft laugh as she sprinkled a little of both into the pot and stirred them in.

 Inuyasha shrugged and a soft blush tinted his cheeks. “S’nothing. I don’t mind.” Secretly pleased, however, he took another sniff of the concoction and fought a smug grin. It smelled delicious.

 “Are you hungry, dear?” Mama asked lightly, not failing to miss him sniffing tonight’s dinner. “I can whip you up a cup of ramen if you’d like. Dinner won’t be for a while yet.” Already she was putting the kettle on to boil and retrieving the Styrofoam cup of noodles from the cupboard.

 Visibly perking, Inuyasha nodded. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks.” He was content to loiter around in the kitchen while she prepared his snack and after a few companionable minutes of silence, he asked, “Where’s Kagome?”

 “She’s out with some friends studying for one of her exams,” she supplied, popping open the oven door a crack to check on the loaf of bread inside. “It’ll be another few hours before she’s home, I’m afraid.” She bustled over to the fridge and retrieved a water bottle for him, setting it on the table. “Will you be staying for dinner, dear?”

 Inuyasha’s ear flicked behind him as the sound of footstep running down the stairs registered. “I guess.” Bending his knees slightly, bracing his legs and tensing his muscles in preparation for impact, Inuyasha gave a soft grunt when a small body suddenly jumped onto his back and short arms clung to his shoulders.

 “Inuyasha, you’re here!” Souta cried happily, grinning from ear to ear.

 “Keh. Hey, squirt,” he greeted Kagome’s little brother and stood to his full height again, confident in the kid’s ability to hang from his shoulders without falling. It was not the first time Souta had greeted him this way, and he doubted it would be the last. Not that he minded, though.

 “How long are you staying?! Did you kill any demons today?! Can you show me your sword?! Can we play some soccer later?! Please?! I wanna show you some cool new moves I learned!” Excited at the prospect of playing his favorite game with his hero, Souta fired off question after question and his mother chuckled softly in amusement as she set a steaming cup of noodles on the table with some chopsticks.

 Inuyasha glanced at him over his shoulder. “I dunno…” he hedged, then cast a sidelong glance at Mama in silent inquiry; he knew how this worked.

 Mama smiled. “Finish all of your homework, dear, then you can play with Inuyasha. Studies come first, you know that.” She wiped her hands on her apron and slipped on an oven mitt before taking the bread out of the oven.

 Souta pouted. “But Mamaaaaaa,” he whined.

 Inuyasha grinned. “Keh. You heard her, runt,” he said and reached up, curling his fingers carefully around the kid’s wrist then swiftly pulling him off his back and easily holding him aloft in front of him by his thin wrist. Souta giggled and wriggled around; for reasons unknown to the half-demon, the kid loved it when he did this. “Get your studies done, then I promise I’ll kick that ball of yours around with ya before me an’ Kagome leave. Deal?”

 Souta instantly brightened and nodded vigorously, beaming up at him. “Alright! Deal!” Inuyasha set the boy back on his feet and he took off, running up the stairs faster than a blink and shouting over his shoulder, “Thanks, Inuyasha!”

 “Don’t mention it, squirt,” he called back, shaking his head in amusement before sitting down at the table and finally slurping up his noodles. They were the perfect temperature now since they’d been sitting for a bit cooling off and he didn’t burn his tongue. Life was good.

 Just as he was tipping back the last of it into his mouth, Gramps trundled in, spotted the half-demon licking his lips appreciatively, and pointed an accusing finger at him. “Demon!” he screeched, hastily searching his robes for his sutras, then belatedly remembered his granddaughter had hidden them so he couldn’t throw them at the demon sitting at his kitchen table anymore. He grumbled in annoyance.

 Inuyasha rolled his eyes and unscrewed the cap to the bottle of water. “Always a pleasure, old man,” he drawled and downed half the bottle with several gulps, sighing in satisfaction as he lowered it from his lips. Sometimes cold, fresh water tasted so great and he had no idea why. It was weird.

 Glaring at the hanyou, to which said hanyou ignored, Gramps shuffled further in and claimed his usual seat at the table just as Inuyasha vacated his and gave a long, languorous stretch. “Boy,” he old man suddenly snapped and golden eyes peered over at him with an air of disinterest. Gramps crossed his arms and eyed the red-clad half-demon.

 Inuyasha snorted and crossed his arms, staring back and cocking a brow. He was used to this song and dance now; it happened almost every single time he crossed to this side of the well and the codger’s attempts at intimidating him still were ineffective. He had to give the old man credit, though; he was stubborn as an ox and Inuyasha knew he was only looking out after his only granddaughter, which he understood and thought it admirable.

 That was one thing they could relate on, Inuyasha surmised; they both cared for Kagome’s welfare, and the elderly man also knew this, which was why, Inuyasha suspected, most of his attempts to “exorcise” him ended in failure. It was an awkward truce of sorts, a silent agreement between men that Inuyasha took very seriously and he showed it by bringing Kagome home time and again unscathed and relatively happy.

 …Most of time. When they weren’t fighting, anyway.

 Gramps saw and recognized this, and in return, he gave the boy from the past his unquestioning trust in keeping his precious granddaughter safe with only minimal complaining – mostly about dog-eared demon’s eating them out of house and home – and always made sure to have an excuse for her school ready whenever she left for the past.

 Inuyasha had to admit, it was a better outcome than he could have ever imagined and swore to always uphold his end of their agreement. He’d protect Kagome with his life, and made sure the old man knew that.

 Gramps narrowed his eyes at him and still said nothing. Inuyasha’s face turned serious and shifted to face him fully, staring directly into Kagome’s grandpa’s eyes and nodding once. Grandpa Higurashi studied him silently for another minute, gave a minuscule nod back, and then grunted, dismissing the youngster with a wave of his hand before picking up the mail and leaving through it.

 Relaxing his shoulders, Inuyasha’s mouth kicked up into a tiny half-grin but he turned before anyone could see it and walked out of the kitchen, deciding a nap in the Goshinboku sounded like a good idea while he waited for Kagome to get back.

 -X-

 Hours later, after Kagome had returned, dinner had been eaten and the obligatory game of soccer with the kid had been played, Inuyasha and Kagome sat in the living room in the dark, the decision to leave for the Feudal Era in the morning determined by Kagome, though Inuyasha had fought it at first before finally giving in after she’d batted her eyelashes and bribed him with ramen.

 Sneaky wench.

 The glow of the television was the only illumination provided and the volume was down low so as to now disturb the slumbering members of Kagome’s family upstairs. Said wench was currently situated on the floor with him and between his legs, reclined back on his chest with her head tucked into the crook of his neck and her breathes deep and even as she slept.

 Staring down at the head of dark hair, Inuyasha pondered on just how she’d ended up in that position in the first place. She’d started out on the couch, sprawled out and cuddled up in a blanket while he’d already been on the floor, leaning back against the sofa by her head and quite comfortable. Then suddenly Kagome announced she was cold, promptly rolled off the couch onto the floor and wiggled herself between his legs, forcing him to accommodate her invasion. He had, with lots of blushing and demands on just what the hell she was doing, but she’d only responded in cute little grunts before splaying the blanket over both of them, snuggling back into him and finally going still with a content sigh, a blissful little smile on her face. Inuyasha gradually relaxed after a while and had hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist. She hadn’t protested and laid her arms over his, even going so far as to slide her fingers in between his own.

 That had been two hours ago, and Inuyasha smiled at the memory, giving the hand interlocked with this own a squeeze. Kagome muttered something in her sleep and gave a soft sigh, still managing to squeeze his hand back. Staring at her peaceful face, he reflected on the day’s events, Mama Higurashi’s easy acceptance and warm nature, Souta’s refreshing exuberance with his eager-to-please attitude, and even the old man’s grumbling but reassuring recognition that as long as Kagome was alive and well, he had breath in his body and strength in his limbs, he was here to stay and that would never change if he had anything to say about it.

 They were strange, a little over bearing at times, definitely nothing he was used to, but he decided those were all good things. But despite being all of those things, Kagome’s family was just that; a family, and for the first time since his mother died, Inuyasha felt like he truly belonged.

 A family, Inuyasha mused, and smiled tenderly down at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. Maybe one day…Kagome and I…can have one of our own. Without thinking he bent and brushed a kiss across her temple, nuzzling her hair and heaving a soft, content sigh as he tightened his arms around her.

 And if by some miracle his greatest wish did come true and their family ended up being anything like the one he found himself included in right now…well, that’d be just fine with him.

[hobi-wan-kenobii]

Please Don't Remember Me

Ahh, @april-rainmay-blossom I'm so sorry this was absolute trash and so late. I had so many different ideas for this but couldn't decide on one so it became sort of sci-fi lmao sorry. I didn't have my normal writing device towards the end, so apologies if it gets super duper rushed at the end. My tablet isn't in the best of shapes to be writing (not without me raging about how bad it is)

Anyways, enjoy, hopefully, and happy belayed White Day!

"Nijimura-san, I am Kuroko Tetsuya. It will be a pleasure to work with you."

Nijimura stares somewhat awkwardly at the kid bowing perfectly in front of him. Kuroko stays bent for three counts, like his mother told him to, before straightening up again. He stands stone still, only fidgeting with a bracelet around his wrist.

A man standing next to Nijimura-- tall, green hair, black glasses, and a name tag that reads Midorima-- leans down to mutter something before Nijimura turns to Kuroko. "It'll be nice to have someone like you here," Midorima growls something again, "you know what you're here for, right?"

Kuroko nods. His boss had mentioned that, but briefly. "I'm here to help study your lab creations."

"Everyone else just calls them mutants, but yeah, to some extent," Nijimura smiles. "We've asked to you come study a certain mutant." Kuroko sees the man's eyes flicker to the clipboard in his hands, then to the coat that reads 'Seirin Laboratories.' It is an intimidating name, after all, and he can't help but to be a bit proud.

Midorima reaches in the red colored folder and hands a paper to Nijimura. Kuroko thinks he looks a bit odd with the giant pink sombrero, but he would be more startled if he hadn't met Midorima before.

"This is his case file. His name is currently just Mutant 4, but we're hoping you'll be able to find a suitable name for him." Nijimura pushes the paper to Kuroko. Kuroko takes it and flips it back and forth before looking to his temporary co-workers. Nijimura pulls on an awkward smile while Midorima huffs and looks away.

They almost jump when Kuroko passes the paper back to them. "Creation Number 4," he says, refusing to call them just mutants, "is not an animal. I will find him a name, if you tell me what my aspiration here is." In a nearby cage, a dog yips. It only takes a glance to tell what he is a mix of. Golden retriever, poodle. The lab puppy, Ryota.

Nijimura seems a bit hesitant at that, but Midorima cuts in the moment he begins to speak. "Your job is to befriend Number 4, a task not even Nijimura could complete, nanodayo."

Kuroko's eyes widen. If Nijimura couldn't befriend this creature, then his work was certainly cut out for him. Nijimura was known as the father to all these creatures, and if Number 4 didn't respect him... It was almost exciting. Kuroko hadn't faced a challenge like this since university.

"We would also like reports on how developed Number 4's human characteristics are. He is part human, but we don't know what part human he got," Nijimura continues.

Kuroko cocks his head. "What's the rest of him?"

Nijimura sticks out his lip before answering. "Fish. Specifically, lionfish and shark."

"So not only have you made the mythical mermaid a reality, but you have also made this mermaid extremely dangerous and theoretically unstable?"

"... Yeah."

"In the past ten years, Number 4 has neither showed any signs of communication or will to communicate. Nijimura has raised him, and assumes that Number 4's grown to his full size. This means that Number 4 ages twice as fast as normal humans, so therefore is the equivalent to a 20 year-old intellectually."

Kuroko scribbles on his clipboard as Midorima leads him to Number 4's containment tank. Midorima spills facts about the subject left and right, fast enough that Kuroko's wrist is cramping up. "Nijimura thinks Number 4 will continue to age normally. But he has no proof, as Number 4 still refuses any contact through anything but feeding. We aren't even sure if the spines on his tail are poisonous, or if he is capable of communication of moving his tail."

"Midorima, you'll overload the poor kid. Just let him do his thing now, we're here anyways."

Midorima frowns and turns to Kuroko. He gestures at the door in front of them. "This is the room containing Number 4's tank as well as Number 4. You'll be under tight supervision in this room night and day, to ensure your survival."

To survive? Maybe this really would be more than Kuroko expected.

"Go on in. We'll be with you, but just for today," Nijimura assures, walking in first. Midorima waits for Kuroko, then follows. When they get in, Kuroko's stunned.

Number 4 lays on the bottom of a see-through tank. The tank is rather large, enough for Number 4 to swim in, but he doesn't seem to be utilizing that space. He just rests at the bottom, but it gives Kuroko a good view of him. His upper half is obviously human, with shocking red hair and handsome features as well as gills on his necks. His lower half, however, is entirely fish. It's long and curled around over his head, red as his hair all the way to the tail fin. The tail itself was distinctly shark. It was covered in red and black spines, some even tipped white. The white tips are most likely his poison.

The human parts of him seem oddly familiar.

Nijimura leads him to stand on the other side of the glass from Number 4, direction front of him. Kuroko squats down to get eye level with the creation as Nijimura pats his head and walks to the other side of the room.

Number 4's tail twitches, and his ears, not human but webbed like a bat's wing, spread from beneath his hair and he peeks one ruby red eye open. When he sees Kuroko, his eyes widen, and he seems surprised almost. He's more lively than the others have said. Kuroko glances at the others, but they seem as surprised as him. Number 4 really had never moved but to eat, then.

Kuroko scoots to tap his finger on the glass, waiting for a response. Number 4 hid his ears in his hair again. That was progress already, he reacts to sounds. This much energy, despite having never moved, apparently. He almost doubts their words.

"Nijimura-san, this is Number 4, right?"

Nijimura shrugs, looking confused. "It is, but I'm not entirely convinced he's been replaced with something else. He never moves for us."

Kuroko watches Number 4 as Nijimura speaks. Oddly enough, Number 4 stops moving, and only frowns. What was the difference that made anyone but him so unlikable?

He kneels down to Number 4. He puts his hand on the glass, and Number 4 watches it skeptically. "Challenge accepted, Number 4."

Number 4 flicks his tail and puts his head back on the bottom of the tank, falling asleep again.

Weeks pass without much progress.

Kuroko sits at the top of the tank, shorts pulled up to his thighs as he dangles his legs in the water. Number 4 watches from the bottom still. Kuroko drums his fingers against his leg in thought. He wants to pick the perfect name for Number 4. Giving him a name will hopefully create a sense of importance, if he was in fact human in the brain.

"If you can't make progress, then no one can."

"He's stubborn is all."

"That makes us similar. I'm stubborn, you're stubborn. I hope we get along."

As always, Number 4 doesn't respond with much more than a small movement.

"What should we call you?" Kuroko pulls his legs out of the water and drops them back in. Number 4 moves farther away. Still, Kuroko can feel his eyes on him. It should be frightening, he doesn't know what Number 4 can do with those poison spikes, but it isn't. He feels calm, somehow.

Number 4's eyes are odd. They're strangely cat-like, lidded and lazy with thin pupils. He has heterochromia, one eye the ruby red Kuroko had first seen, and the other a glowing amber. He's curious as to why this is. Then again, he's curious about almost everything when it comes to this creation.

Kuroko taps the side of the tank. It's one of the only things he can do to spark a reaction without standing to the left side of Number 4. Number 4's tail swishes and his spines fan out. At least it's a reaction. Nijimura can't even get him to open his eyes.

"Would you attack me if I dove down there?" Kuroko ponders, and Number 4 slaps his tail against the bottom of the tank. The tail fin was shark, but it was faced differently than a shark's. More like a dolphin's. Perhaps they added a few other species, to fill some inconsistencies between sharks, lionfish, and humans. It would make the most sense.

They continue like this for several hours every day. Kuroko talking to Number 4 and Number 4 only slightly responding. Every day seems almost boring, but it's Number 4 who changes that.

Kuroko's comfortable enough to swim in the tank with the creation, and Number 4 seems fine with that, staying still at the bottom. He'll float on the surface, feeling Number 4's movements in the gentle ripples of the water. It's better than sitting and waiting for something to happen. He's floating and waiting for something to happen.

He closes his eyes, breathing out slowly. The water goes still as he runs through names in his mind. He still hasn't found a suitable name for Number 4. He's just Number 4.

With a sharp breath out, Kuroko sinks under the water. Nijimura assures him the water is clean, as it's nearly crystal clear, and safe to be in. He opens his eyes under the water and kicks his feet to go down deeper. He can feel Number 4's gaze on his back, calculating and inspecting. Number 4 is highly intelligent, no doubt. With some of the smartest creatures in him, his instinct is more developed than a normal human's. More developed than any normal, non-artificial creature.

Kuroko closes his eyes, and suddenly a name springs to his mind. He feels the water shift, and almost swallows water when he finds himself face-to-face with Number 4.

His eyes are even more dangerous this close. Not only that, but he looks even more familiar now. Spines outstretched behind him, Kuroko wonders if he's going to be killed. He closes his fist, trying not to gasp. He was given a small air tank for emergencies, but it's so small that it can be wrapper around his forearm. He puts the mask on anyways, and lets Number 4 swim around him.

Number 4's tail wraps around his arms before it falls away, and Kuroko is sure of this creation's name now. He's so painstakingly familiar that he can't help but use that name.

Seijuro.

Seijuro spins around him in the water, eyes on Kuroko the entire time, who was still paralyzed from shock. He had managed communication with someone even the most skilled doctors couldn't.

Kuroko reaches out his hand blindly, and feels Seijuro's fingers wrap around his own reluctantly. Seijuro's face shows no trade of hesitance, however. Instead, he stares defiantly at Kuroko.

Kuroko makes a mental note, Seijuro is far more human than he thought.

Seijuro's ears twitch and he brings Kuroko's hand to his chest. He is much more complex than Nijimura had assumed. Than any of them had assumed, actually. The question was, what was the difference between Kuroko and everyone else?

"You," Seijuro says, and somehow Kuroko can hear him perfectly through the water. "Remember." Although his voice is slightly hoarse from neglect, Kuroko has already drawn a few personal conclusions from it. First of all, Seijuro has a nice voice, and second of all...

Seijuro has someone's memories, a brain that isn't his.

Just how much work did Nijimura-san put into creating you, only to have you present yourself as a failed subject?

The grip around his hand tightens, and Kuroko can feel his breath slowly slipping away. "Kur.. o... ko... Tetsu... ya..." Seijuro smiles when he finishes the words, as if him saying that was something to be proud of. Perhaps it was.

Black spots dance in Kuroko's vision, and Seijuro lets go of his hand. Frantically, Kuroko resurfaces. He wades over to the edge of the tank and hoists himself on the side. When he looks over his shoulder, he's almost disappointed to see Seijuro back at the bottom again. But there are more important matters at hand. He needs to tell Nijimura.

He climbs out to reach for the mic, but stops just before he touches it. Does he have to tell him? Nijimura thinks of Seijuro as just another test subject, not a human being. Once Nijimura discovers what Seijuro's capable of, who's to say he won't toss away the original for a better copy? Kuroko pulls away his hand, he can't do that to him, he just can't.

He leaves the mic, and rests against the wall.

What do I do, he thinks exasperatedly.

At the bottom of the tank, Seijuro slaps his tail down and huffs. He's upset. Bubbles rise to the surface.

Kuroko doesn't tell Nijimura, nor Midorima or anyone else in this facility. The people who were meant to watch over him on security have long since abandoned their posts in belief nothing would happen. So no one knows except Kuroko and Seijuro. No one will know. He doesn't want them to. Seijuro doesn't either.

Kuroko continues diving into the tank from then on. Usually, Seijuro doesn't join him, but when he does, Kuroko finds himself smiling much more than he should be. Seijuro likes to hold onto him, hand, arm, just something to be touching him. Kuroko doesn't mind it. Sometimes Seijuro will come up to the surface with him, just to hear him talk. Although he doesn't do much of that himself. He seems to get distracted too much to speak.

"Nijimura! It worked! He's responding!"

He opens his eyes, for the first time ever. The light above him is blinding, but not as much as the pain in his chest. He gasps for air, his mouth run dry. The room around him suddenly becomes busy, the faint sound of people yelling and bustling around.

While the rest of the room goes up in disaster, he looks down. Wires, tubes, all hooked up to him as if he was the unfortunate fly caught up in their spiderweb. Clear fluid flowed through one, and dark red through another two. He feels more, farther down. He tries to move his legs, but they aren't there. When he looks down, his legs really aren't there.

A monstrosity of something is there instead, fused to where his legs used to be. A tail, whatever it is. He looks like those creatures in the story books, the ones your mother would show you in story books and then assure you they won't jump from under your bed at night. What's wrong with him? Why is he here?

The last thing he remembers is leaning up against a wall, happily chattering away with his boyfriend.

"I found a good movie to watch when you get here. The description itself is sad."

He smiles through the phone. "I can't wait, then. I've got the snacks."

"And I've got Nigou," Tetsuya responds cutely, while Nigou gives and affirming yap.

"Afterwards," he tries, "I would like try something. It isn't anything intimate, if that scares you."

Tetsuya laughs, the breathy giggle he does whenever he smiles. "Feel free. I'll look forward to it. Get back soon, I love you, Sei."

Seijuro starts walking. Tetsuya hadn't even been able to say that a month ago, but now he can say it without worry. "I love you, too. See you soon."

He ends the call.

He thought he would make it to Tetsuya's house walking. Instead, his journey was halted by the haunting cry of screeching tires and someone yelling to watch out. He saw headlights, and thought of how sorry he was that their date couldn't happen.

When he wakes up, he's strapped to a table, stuck with tubes and half fish, possibly. He wants Tetsuya, but he doesn't think he'll be getting him anymore. Not if he keeps this tail and is stuck here, forever. Tetsuya will find someone who wasn't forced to become a monster, and live happily with them. At least he would be happy, though.

He learns that his captor's name is Nijimura, and Midorima is the grumpy one who waits around him a lot. They try to get him to move from the table, but he doesn't. Then he's transported to a tank, where they try and force him to move. He doesn't, because all he can think of is if Tetsuya is safe. He wants to see Tetsuya one last time, or even just text him. But he can't. His humanity has been robbed from him. He's a beast now, a creation.

One day, a familiar name rolls off Nijimura's tongue, and Seijuro feels his heart skip a beat. Tetsuya, Tetsuya, Tetsuya. He'll be able to see him again!

Tetsuya doesn't remember him. It's been almost ten years by now, and they're both into their late twenties, so who can really blame him? Not to mention, Seijuro had never been able to truly involve himself into Tetsuya's life. He had too much responsibility with the burden of his father's company, so he just didn't have the time to meet up. However, any time Seijuro had off would be spent with Tetsuya.

Now he was here, once an heir to the corporal throne now a failed lab experiment tossed into the garbage.

They were going to get rid of him soon, anyways. He had acted faultily, so they had decided to "dispose of him." He wasn't too appalled by that until he heard that sweet name again.

But then time passes, and Tetsuya seems wary of him. He didn't show any signs of recognition, nor friendliness. It was obvious by now. Seijuro was just another experiment to him.

Seijuro wonders if he had moved on, and who he was with now, if anyone. Seijuro wonders what it would have been like to live with Tetsuya, to go through college together, to sleep next to each other evert night. Seijuro wonders what it would have felt like to bend down on one knee, and then kiss Tetsuya as he said his answer. It would be a yes, of course.

None of that can happen anymore. Not with Seijuro, at least.

He tries his best to get Tetsuya to remember him, though.

His heart skips when Tetsuya dives down beside him, glad that he kept this part of being human. He couldn't imagine living without knowing Tetsuya. It was impossible, for him.

"Seijuro-kun," that's what Tetsuya calls him now, "how was your night?" Tetsuya is as kind as he ever was, with the same kind glimmer behind his eyes that he showed only to his best friends. Maybe it was a mistake to show a monster like him.

Seijuro drops beneath the surface, hiding his nose underwater at Tetsuya's feet. He remembers that Tetsuya's feet are ticklish, and as expected, he giggles when the bubbles hit his feet. Seijuro restrains a smile. He hasn't been this happy since he was taken.

Was he ever filed as a missing person?

"I'll take that as it went well, then." Truthfully, it hadn't. It was another night with that one man, Haizaki, who showed no mercy in his bite nor in his bark. Seijuro despised Haizaki, as well as everyone else here except Tetsuya.

Tetsuya leans forward to slip into the water, and Seijuro moves back to let him. Tetsuya smiles at him, and Seijuro sees the exhaustion in his eyes. He wants to hug him, to kiss away his fears and wipe away his insecurities. But he can't, and he curses the world for that.

"The water's rather cold," he says. Seijuro would cuddle him and kiss his cheeks, but now he just stares as Tetsuya. He can't do anything else. "Don't you think?"

Seijuro nods. He doesn't trust his voice anymore. Its the same voice he once called Tetsuya's name from, but it feels foreign now. It's no longer his voice, it is the voice of who he used to be. Abominations don't deserve a voice.

Tetsuya moves to put his hand on Seijuro's shoulder. Seijuro's tail keeps both of them above water, but his restraint is crumbling at their proximity. He thinks for just a second that maybe Tetsuya does remember him. He doesn't like lying.

"Want to swim around with me?" Tetsuya asks, moving to hold on entirely to his arm. Seijuro lets him hook up his air tank before diving underwater.

He likes the way Tetsuya's hair floats around him under the water. Much like his bedhead, it sticks up every direction in the most adorable way. He has this sort of childish happiness when he swims with him.

The way his hands slip down to clasp his fingers seems too familiar.

He's just as happy above water, into Seijuro finally breaks.

"Tetsuya, do you remember?"

"I remember a lot of things, Seijuro-kun. What are you talking about," he doesn't seem shocked that Seijuro can speak clearly now. His mission to help Seijuro act human has become a mission to get to know him better.

Seijuro tightens his hold on Tetsuya's hand, and brings his free hand up to hold his former lover's hand.

"Did you miss me... Love?" Tetsuya's eyes widen and he freezes. Seijuro knows he remembers now.

Tetsuya brings himself closer to Seijuro, but Seijuro can't find it in him to reach out and touch his face like he used to. "Sei...?"

Seijuro nods.

"... How? You died." Tears well up in Tetsuya's eyes, and he brings himself to Seijuro.

"I don't know either." Tetsuya begins sobbing, and Seijuro isn't too far from that either. He isn't sure what Tetsuya's tears are from. Happiness or fear.

"You were dead!" Kuroko cries, "I've been looking for you forever, you never made it to my house that night and your body was never found!"

Seijuro feels tears run down his cheeks. He's ecstatic, Tetsuya's here and well. He feels the ugly spines around his waist open and retract.

"Then they lied to me. You were never a creation. You didn't have a choice in this. They never raised you from an egg, you were taken from the streets and mutated."

Tetsuya chokes into his chest and gasps for air. "I'm so sorry, Sei. I'm sorry this had to happen."

"It's alright. Did you ever move on?"

"No. It was only ever you."

"I'm glad. Sorry, though."

"It's alright. We can still live like this."

Seijuro pulls away. Tetsuya's cheeks are stained with tears. He opens his mouth, but doesn't get to say anything as lips seal away his words.

They're as soft as he remembers, not to mention he still tastes like that strawberry chapstick he always used. He almost gets lost in the feeling, but he stops himself. He can't.

"Tetsuya...?"

Tetsuya looks at him with determination. "I want to grow old with you, Sei. I'll do anything to get you away from here."

"Let's do that then."