#To him you are no hero more than you are a lying little worm

[i-just-like-crk]

Let us scream into the void for our batshit insane jester into the void together-

What do you think about Shadow Milk Cookie who once had a lover during his days as a cookie free from corruption, and when that day comes where he wreaks havoc onto Earthbread, his lover stood against him and lives freely during his imprisonment.

To see their fragments in the present, whether it's their name or their achievement as one of the cookies who went against a beast... Or to know how they're known as a cookie who loves a beast until their end.

(can I be 🍡 anon?)

Shadow Milk Cookie does not take your betrayal well.

Not agreeing with his philosophies is one thing, but acting out against him— helping those wretched witches seal him away— he won’t forget it. He stews in his rage, replays the moments of your treachery over and over again. He doesn’t blame you, he blames the witches. Those cowardly, despicable, rotten farces of gods. You are incredibly misguided by them, that’s all it is. You just need a little shove in the right direction, and once he escapes, he’ll happily provide that.

While Shadow Milk Cookie does not think you are at fault, he does believe that your actions warrant some sort of punishment. He pours himself over this during his imprisonment; ways to get back at you, make you suffer a little before he feels you’ve earned his forgiveness. Nothing he thinks of ever feels severe enough, there is nothing you could possibly do to mend his broken heart. (Perhaps if you stay by his side; spend the rest of eternity repenting and groveling, proving your loyalty and remorse, never estranging yourself from him again… maybe then, he’ll consider taking pity on you.)

After he breaks free from imprisonment, he’s all smiles and theatrics. Naturally, it’s a deceptive cover. Beneath his conniving grin is a deep-seated resentment. He tears the silver tree asunder with a manic smile and a burning desire for revenge. There are many things he intends to reclaim:

First of all, the other half of his soul jam.

He’ll run circles around that false little hero— as he finds that Pure Vanilla is surprisingly susceptible to corruption. It’s an excellent warm-up after laying dormant for so long, and Shadow Milk Cookie intends on enjoying every second of that thief’s descent into madness.

Then, once that’s out of the way, he’ll come for his silly, misguided, deceitful little lover next.

[ghostytoad]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt turtles would deal with the boys being busy and s/o comes up behind them and gives them a hug and then lets go and somehow they had snuck a xmas gift bag on their lap and s/o is gone from the room. Inside the gift bag is three things; Something they’ve been wanting for fun, something domestically useful and homemade cookies?

i'm gonna have to break this up into 4 parts again because it's a bit too long for tumblr's block limit agaiiin

* Season of Surprises *

ROTTMNT Boys receive an unexpected gift

Summary: The boys have been working themselves to the shell. Between patrols, kicking villanous butt, and general hero business, it leaves little time for their darling Reader. Fortunately, 'tis the season of gift-giving.

Oneshot for: Raphael

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild angst; Pre-established relationship || Words: 1k

Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Raph:

His fun gift: A giant turtle plush

His useful gift: Phone big enough to fit in his big hands

His cookies: Chocolate chunk cookies

It had been an entire week since Raphael had gotten any sleep and the low, unintelligable mumbling that rumbled in his chest made it obvious that he could really use the rest. His body, mind, and very spirit were aching for a peaceful night's sleep and Raph was determined to will himself into bed despite the aches that riddled his body threatening to topple him over. He had barely reached past his room's doorway before he collapsed forward with a thud and a delayed groan, his face colliding with the cold, hard floor.

'Well, this isn't any better-' he thought to himself and struggled to wriggle and worm his body across with floor, the dragging of his spikes leaving scratches and cracks on the unmoving concrete. He'd worry about the scuff in the morning For now, his bed was far too inviting for his overworked body to ignore and by god was he going to get some sleep tonight. The week prior had been nothing but back to back patrols, the brutal rate of which started taking a major toll on the titan's massive form. The long-neglected bruises, scratches, and scrapes dotting his body made his quest for a good night's sleep all the more pressing. He was only inches away from the foot of his bed when his trek was interrupted by the pattering of soft footsteps beside him.

"Mikey, I'm not carrying you back to your room." he deadpanned, flattening his raised torso back onto the floor hoping to discourage his playful little brother from jumping onto his back and demanding a piggyback ride. As the footsteps stopped right next to his face, Raph turned his head and looked up through squinted eyes. Instead of olive green legs standing beside him, he was met with what he recognized as his significant other's kneeling form next to his face, a wrapped box being held out toward him. Raph blinked slowly up at Y/N and reached a tenative arm up to accept the gift.

"Babe, hey!" his voice was deeper and much slower than he'd wanted it to be, "What's with the-"

As soon as the parcel left their hands, Y/N wordlessly smiled down at the snapping turtle mutant and started back out the door in a haste.

"Uh… Th-Thanks! Love ya too!" he'd called out after them, the last part sounding uncertain considering they'd left in a hurry without so much as a greeting. Did they hate him all of a sudden? Were they mad at him? Did they mean to leave him a present sooner? Did they think he was unattractive lying on the floor like that? Okay, maybe the last one was a bit of a stretch, but nothing was off-limits in Raph's overthinking mind. But they'd left a gift, surely they must still at least LIKE him?

The turtle had glanced at the box that sat in his large palm, sitting himself up to examine his partner's handiwork. Chuckling to himself, he admired how delicately the red foil wrapping paper had been folded, edges neat and free of crinkles. The golden lace bow that sat so beautifully on top could only have come from their careful and precise hand; if there were ever someone with a knack for gift wrapping, it was his beloved Y/N.

In a thoughtless swish and tear, he unwrapped the plain medium sized box that hid underneath. His attention was caught by the little sticky note taped to the side of the box, reading:

Merry Christmas, my Red Angel!

I know you've been working extra hard and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you and everything you do! Let me know how you like your new gifts!

Love, Y/N

PS. I named him Raph Jr.

"Raph Jr, huh?" he'd hummed while a cheeky, lovesick grin stretched across the boy's face and a dark blush colored his green cheeks. What did he ever do to deserve someone so wonderful and thoughful? How could he ever hope to repay them for such a kind gesture? His dreamy eyes read over the love note again and again, drinking in every sweet little word. All he could do was flail his hands and giggle like a little girl, fangirling quietly on the floor of his room not wanting to bring his brothers' attention to his silly little display. If they knew what a lovesick mess their big brother was and how easily Y/N could fluster him, the teasing would be merciless.

Lovingly, he eagerly dug in, tugging and pulling at the stubborn object packed tightly into the little box. After a few gentle and ineffective yanks, he gave a strong pull and forced the soft gift free of its tight enclosure, causing him to stumble onto his back in the process. The plush gift decompressed mid-air with an audible POOF and in a bounce, landed on top of the unsuspecting ninja.

"Wh-What the-?!" it took him a minute to focus his eyes on the large, green turtle plush that continued fluffing itself up to its full huggable capacity.

"Raph Jr…?" he snickered and sat himself up once again with the oversized stuffie letting out a squeak as he rested his elbows on its fleece shell.

"You can't sneak up on people like that!" Raph cooed in his baby voice, "Must've been a rough ride being stuffed into that itty bitty box, poor lil' guy. Don't you worry, wittle one, Papa Raph's gotcha now~"

Giving the plush a tight squeeze in his large arms, Raph let himself fall back onto the floor, nuzzling into the cozy warmth of the stuffed animal and slowly started to drift off. Falling deep asleep in a matter of seconds, he hadn't realized the cookies and even smaller box that still sat in the gift box. By far, the plush was more than enough for him now.

[allwormdiet]

Worm Cast Impressions (Arcs 1 to 7)

Easy money says some of these characters are about to fucking die so I'm pausing now to jot down my impressions of everybody who's managed to make an impact (and one or two characters whose lack of impact is kind of impressive)

Undersiders

Taylor Hebert: Character of all time. Simultaneously sanest and least sane person in the entire universe. Deeply concerned about keeping hold of her moral core, constantly innovating in ways to inflict violence on her enemies real and imagined. Has never fully finished thinking her actions through once in her entire life, people keep thinking she's the most cautious girl they know. Her first kiss was partly because she liked the boy and partly because she wanted to piss off her bully. I am cheering for her more often than not and I am so scared of what this story is going to do to her.

Brian Laborn: I want to study him in a lab. Team leader entirely by default, as near as I can tell. Hates using violence as a means of control, really good at using violence as a means of control, seems to default to using violence as a means of control when he's upset. I don't think he's normal about women. Desperately trying to be so so so boring, thinks he's perfectly rational even though he is just as unhinged as his teammates, I suspect that he has built a mental prison with twenty layers of protection around all thoughts that would suggest he is anything other than Normal and Strong and Reliable. Maybe turned on by efficient displays of violence?

Lisa Wilbourn: She is so charming and I am so scared of what's actually going on in her head. I think Taylor's best friend but definitely her biggest enabler. Stop lying and let me know what is going on in your head, I know more about Alec and Rachel than I know about you. Concerned that she's only nominally concerned about Coil being a heinous fucker. Desperately hoping the air can be cleared so I stop worrying about whether she's going to destroy Taylor or something. She has to know Taylor is a wannabe hero.

Alec: The fact that he's really only done one thing that I consider morally in the wrong is kind of incredible when looking at the fact that he's a recovering sex cult enforcer who started living something approaching a normal human life as a homeless preteen. He's had three years to jury rig a sense of humanity and morality mostly on his own and the end result is a selfish lazy jerk, and yet the fact that this is what he's managed to come up with on his own is, without sarcasm, worthy of a fucking prize. He's actually really good at this all things considered. Actually a little bummed that he didn't oppose Coil for the whole Dinah creepfest.

Rachel Lindt: Rachel Lindt is maybe the best character so far. Autistic dog girl who only tolerates human society so she can better feed and care for her animals. I'd say something like "I'd kill for her" but there's no way I could do that any better than her dogs and she'd call me stupid. Only thing against her at this point is the slur usage, which is rough to deal with, but I suspect part of that is just being written in 2011.

Loved Ones

Danny Hebert: You sad bastard. Please survive long enough to reconcile with your daughter. I know he can't provide any material support for the problems his daughter has been dealing with, that the bullies are too well-protected and there's basically nothing that he can do about parahuman shit, but I wish she would allow him to be there for her. Maybe he'd be uncool about it, sure, but maybe not. Makes me sad to think about.

Aisha Laborn: This girl is in dire need of someone to have her back and also, like, pay attention to her; Brian is the closest one to actually doing it but I don't think his best efforts are enough. I know she's gonna be an Undersider in the future so hopefully I get to have a more thorough impression of her, and one that's not marred by the fucking Mercedes metaphor, Jesus Christ that was a rough passage to get through.

Protectorate

Armsmaster: I'd probably like him more if he wasn't so up his own ass about being in charge and earning glory. My suspicion is that he's basically a good guy with some bad habits that nobody can check him on, which has spiraled out of control. Might unironically consider a teenage criminal his nemesis, which is funny but not a great sign of his priorities.

Miss Militia: My prior complaints about her possibly inappropriate response to holding Regent hostage are entirely subsumed by the fact that the last twenty-six years of her life have been lived on terms set by the Protectorate. She was nearly devoured by the machinery of empire and now she's become a component of empire that feeds upon others, and she hasn't even realized it. She never had a goddamn chance.

Velocity: Nothing to really say about him, except there has to have been a way to design his costume so that a teenager with unaugmented strength couldn't take him out with a single blow to the testicles.

Assault and Battery: The name theming feels a bit weird (what, if they got a third would their name be Coercion?) but whatever. I like the idea of a duo with complementary powers, I guess, but there's not really much else here.

Dragon: On the one hand she's in charge of the Birdcage and is friends with Armsmaster, but on the other hand she clearly hates the Birdcage for what it's made her complicit in, and maybe Armsmaster is good to have as a friend. Jury's out, unlike on Canary.

Wards

Gallant: The best way I can think to describe this guy is "blandly nice." It's like if "inoffensive" could be a personality trait. Glory Girl could do better than him, probably, but to be fair she could also do a lot worse.

Clockblocker: I think he's the funny one? Or at least the deliberately unserious one, which is the same thing. The first character confirmed to have developed entomophobia as a result of Skitter, probably not the last. Stopped a bomb from destroying the East Coast which feels like it should get more attention.

Vista: World's most powerful thirteen-year-old. Who deployed her to stop that bomb and fight those Nazis. I want names.

Kid Win: No sense of proportion on this kid, my god. Shooting a laser cannon meant to deal with threats that are theoretically rated higher than Lung into a bank filled with hostages? He's lucky nobody died.

Shadow Stalker: What the actual fuck is going on with her. Who hunts other human beings with broadhead arrows? That's for making someone bleed to death. If she was doing it to the fucking Nazis then that'd be fine, but no, it's Grue and Taylor we've either seen or heard about her getting rough with. Either the Protectorate knows she's a maniac and is letting it rock until she gets herself caught, or else they don't realize what she's doing in which case someone is not doing their job.

Browbeat: Absolute nonentity, to the point it's almost distracting. The description of the bank fight suggests he lost to Regent, which I think means that Regent got close enough to a guy with super strength to knock him out with a taser and didn't get his block knocked off. No wonder the Protectorate wants to trade him out, dude's got nothing going on.

PRT

Director Piggot: I don't like the organization she works for, because the vibes beyond the city level feel rancid, but for Piggot I mostly just sympathize with her. She's trying to corral a bunch of teenagers and adults, who all have some kind of horrific trauma shaping them and also giving them powers that are baseline as dangerous as a fucking gun, into something resembling a fully effective government agency, with no signs of support from the other cities or the higher-ups despite the fact that the literal fucking Nazis have her heroes outnumbered and have apparently had it that way for decades. Let this woman take a vacation or something.

New Wave

Glory Girl: Absolute nerd who seems to love being a superhero, and also making Nazis ragdoll in her spare time. I'd love to end it there, but unfortunately she's got some bad habits; girl desperately needs to kill the cop in her brain and get her impulsiveness under control, the fact that she ragdolled the Nazi on accident and threatened to pull favors in the judicial system to send a first-time offender (and Tattletale) into the Birdcage don't reflect great on her ability to keep a lock on things in high-stress situations.

Panacea: Pathetic girl who is clearly sitting on a pressure cooker of issues. I know what those all are but I'm not going to comment on any of it until we're actually there. For now it's mostly just a pity thing.

Azn Bad Boys

Lung: I was harsh on his characterization at first but I'll admit with time and context I'm not nearly as quick about that. He definitely still sucks, the guy literally murders his lieutenant as a matter of bruised pride and making his life more convenient. Also still cannot shake the feeling that he was basically idling in Brockton Bay for most of his career with the kind of power he has on tap.

Bakuda: She's a monster, but that also kind of oversimplifies things. She's clever, arrogant, grandstanding, and gleefully violent, even as she has the capacity to admire the architecture that another Tinker has crafted and to treat Lung as something resembling a friend. I don't think there's a world where she triggers and is, like, a good person, but I think this was one of the worse lives she could have wound up living. Also, y'know, she's dead.

Empire Eighty-Eight

Kaiser: Rancid smug piece of Nazi shit. Stupid too btw, why are you bothering with street-level robberies and extortion when you own a fucking pharmaceutical corporation? Why are you fighting out in the streets and meeting with other Nazi capes when you could be acting through proxies and bankrolling far-right parahuman cells across the country? Like I'm glad he isn't smart enough to think like that but fuck me.

Purity: Like, actually for real dumb as a bag of hammers. Kaiser barely has to try to wrap her back around his finger and she divorced him; Tattletale barely has to try to get her to back down and she thinks Tattletale exposed her identity to the public. Truly nothing in that skull of hers.

Hookwolf: Nazi capes fuck off

Stormtiger: Nazi capes fuck off

Cricket: Nazi capes fuck off

Rune: Nazi capes fuck off

Night: Nazi capes fuck off

Fog: Nazi capes fuck off

Wait does Coil's gang genuinely not have a name

Coil: Everything about this guy just pisses me the fuck off honestly. He presents himself as some kind of lesser evil, a firm but gentle hand that can guide all facets of the city to a brighter future, but he doesn't have the intelligence or vision to back any of it up; he displays nothing but brute force manipulation tactics involving bribery and blackmail, he's tunnel-visioned and cruel to the point that it ruins his own long-term plans, and before I forget everything about his thing with Dinah gives me fucking hives and I want to beat his skull in with my bare hands. I hope Taylor gets to kill him. Oh, or maybe Dinah.

Nameless sniper: Actively cooler and more competent than Coil.

Travelers

Trickster: genuinely cannot trust a man wearing a top hat in the year 2011, not even as a bit

Sundancer: what the fuck went so wrong with your life that your power is The Fucking Sun

Faultline and Co.

Faultline: Ironically not a super strong read off of her in terms of personality. Seems generally pretty cool going off of how she interacts with and leads her team. Very funny that she has a rivalry with Tattletale.

Newter: Little worried that he's selling his body secretions as a drug to other teenagers but if a parahuman only has one red flag that's pretty good actually

Gregor the Snail: This dude rocks, actually, love the vibes he gives off. Shame that people hate him for being fat and a mutant.

Labyrinth: Would like to see more of her when she's back in reality, otherwise not much to go off of. Cool power.

Other Parahumans

Scion: Fucking creepy

Marquis: probably Panacea's dad, calling that shot.

Paige McAbee: Justice For Paige McAbee.

Dinah Alcott: not really a character yet so much as a particularly horrifying MacGuffin but Jesus Christ what an awful fate

Uber and Leet: Gamers should be more oppressed. Also they beat the shit out of sex workers on a livestream and aren't considered serious enough threats to be consigned to the Birdcage, which feels pretty bad.

Heartbreaker: Haven't even met this guy and he sounds fucking awful. Please god somebody take him down.

Normal Humans

Emma Barnes: I need to understand what's wrong with her. Something happened that gave her the temperament and skillset of a CIA torture technician before freshman year of high school and she turned that onto her best friend for reasons totally unbeknownst to us.

Sophia Hess: I don't know I feel that the one bully who does the most physical harm and acts the most aggressive is the black one. Pretty bad I think. She's also clearly got something going on in her head but tbh that feels like it's going to be more straightforward than whatever is wrong with Emma.

Madison Clements: I feel like she's just here so that Taylor could be bullied without overusing the other two. What's your stake in this? Why do you give a shit? Does it matter? Probably not.

Mr. Gladly: I hated every teacher I ever knew who acted like this and I hate him even more for being utterly useless in protecting a student from blatant harassment. Fuck off.

[chaotic-orphan]

Delirious Villain x Hero Caretaker, part 3:

Read part one Here

Read part two here

TW(for all parts): panic attacks, sick villain, delirious villain, sick Whump, villain hates being sick, fear of being sick, past whump, older brother whumper, PTSD, family Whump, sibling Whump, forced to vomit, graphic depictions of fever and illness and hallucinations, panicked whumpee, hero caretaker, villain doesn’t want help, graphic depictions of throwing up, sweat, heavy manipulation

I know it took me a million years to upload this part, but I finally understand the writers WIP jokes now better, so, ahaaaah… eheh… ahem, anyways.

*~*~*~*~*

They wiped their eyes on their sleeve, eyebrows knitting together as they settled down again, lying on Villain’s shoulder, tucked up next to them cozy.

“Villain?”

“Yeah Hero?”

“The… your brother beating you… it doesn’t explain why you hate being sick,” Hero said. Villain laughed a little and Hero felt the vibrations on their cheek.

“Right, yeah. After a while, when we were older… I think I was thirteen, he was sixteen. We all got a takeaway from the local Chinese place. We were eating it at the dinner table, and it was all fine and good. Then after Brother told me to come with him. I remember I didn’t want to at first, but my mum insisted I do, so I did.”

“He walked up the stairs to the bathroom and when I got in he locked the door.”

“Did you enjoy your food?” Brother asked, arms folded across his chest, leaning against the door. The years had only made him taller, more handsome and broad. High school had turned him into an idol around town and everyone knew his name.

“Yeah, I did,” said Villain. “It was nice. Did you enjoy yours?”

“Yeah, I did,” said Brother, black eyes locked on Villain’s. His mouth twisted up into a pondering pout. “But I mean, I’m allowed enjoy unhealthy food because I work out a lot. You don’t.”

“I do,” Villain protested. “I work out everyday after school, and I’ve been eating well, the diet you gave me I’ve been doing it all to the letter, Brother, I swear.”

“Okay, so if I check your school bag downstairs I won’t find chocolate bar wrappers will I?”

Villain froze at the question. Brother pushed off the door, looming over Villain, backing them up until Villain’s legs hit the side of the bath and they sat on the edge of it, shrinking down small, but Brother kept crowding them.

“That’s what I thought. It doesn’t matter how much you work out or what diet you follow if you’re still going to eat junk food. You are what you eat, Villain. People who eat takeaway and junk food get fat. Do you want to be fat?”

“No, no, I don’t Brother. I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I pro—“

Brother’s hand shot out, wrapping around Villain’s throat and hurtling them back against the wall of the bath, their legs flying up as they fell.

“I am so sick of you and your fucking promises, Villain. They mean nothing. You know why? Because you are nothing. Yet you keep trying to worm your way out of the consequences. My patience is running thin.”

Brother squeezed Villain’s throat harder and Villain gasped and flailed, trying to escape to get air to breathe. Brother was stronger than them though, and held them there a moment longer before letting up and walking to the bathroom sink with a long, drawn out sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Villain gasped, hand’s going to their throat. “I’m sorry, Brother.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Brother said, gripping the sides of the sink and staring into the mirror. “I have tried with you, Villain. I have tried so hard to make you better. To make you perfect, likeable, loveable, anything more than this pathetic thing you are, but you make it so hard! Why can’t you just be better? Fucking god fucking damn it!”

Brother turned to face Villain in the bath, walked over to them and grabbed them by the collar of the shirt yanking them out. The motion was too quick for Villain to register, they couldn’t get their legs under them in time. Villain’s legs folded against the edge of the bath as Brother dragged them out, their knees hitting the bathroom floor with a heavy thud.

“Even your body knows where it belongs,” Brother hissed. “So why don’t you?!”

Brother dragged them to the toilet and flipped up the seat, dragging a struggling Villain to it. “No! Get off me! Mum! Dad! AGH—“

Brother laced his fingers through Villain’s hair and slammed his head against the toilet bowl. Villain bit his tongue with the impact, the taste of iron flooding his mouth and nose as his body was becoming more loose and struggles ceasing slightly.

“Look what you make me do! Just obey! Obey and all this will be easier on you, Villain. I’m doing this to help you! To make you better. Stronger, and you fight me the entire way!”

Brother let go of Villain’s hair and left them kneeling in front of the toilet. Villain spat some of the blood into the bowl in protest.

“What do you expect me to do?” Villain asked, the fight gone out of them. They just wanted this beating to be over with as soon as possible. They wanted to sleep.

“You’re going to throw up your dinner.”

Villain turned their head to Brother, eyes narrowing into a glare. “No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

Villain put two hands on either side of the toilet bowl and stood up. Brother grinned, though his eyes betrayed the emptiness of it. The malice behind their smile. The sick twisted enjoyment of Villain being defiant.

“Getting brave now, are we?” Brother hummed, head tilting as they regarded Villain. Fists balled by their sides and that hatred fuelled glare told Brother he was in for a fight. Good. “You’re throwing up your dinner tonight, Villain. The choice is whether you want to do it, or I do it. Either way you’re not getting out of here until you do.”

“Hope you’re ready for the long haul then,” said Villain and they struck first. Brother hummed as Villain’s fist connected with their jaw.

“Maybe you have been working out,” said Brother, and he swung his fist. Villain ducked under Brother’s arm and used his momentum to shove him forward. Villain didn’t wait to see if he fell or how far, he turned to the door, unlocked it and bolted out of it and down the stairs.

Brother’s footsteps followed close behind, haunting Villain as they desperately ran to the front door, unlocking it and yanking it open. A hand slammed it shut above their head and Villain yanked at it with all their strength but it barely budged open again before clicking shut.

“Kids!” Dad said from the kitchen and Villain ran to them. To help them, save them. Brother yanked on the hood of Villain’s jumper, choking them but Villain scrambled out of the stupid jumper and kept running, fixing their t-shirt as they ran into the kitchen.

“Why are you two—“

“Brother has been beating me,” Villain all but screamed. He panted as his lungs tried to catch up with him, swallowing air like it was free pizza at the arcade. “He’s been beating me, all the time. That’s how I get the bruises. That’s how I get the cuts,” Villain said, showing them his patchwork arms that he hid beneath his hoodies and long sleeves.

Well not anymore. No more hiding. Screw that. Screw protecting their psycho older Brother.

Brother walked slowly into the room, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, Villain’s jumper in his fist. Black eyes watching Villain as they spoke. Completely unfazed.

“That’s why I’m wearing jumpers in July. That’s why I haven’t worn shorts all year. He has been beating me, cutting me, hurting me— and neither of you ever lifted a finger. Ever noticed how much he was hurting me, but you know now, so please… please…” Villain begged, tears flooding his eyes and streaming fat and fast down his face. “He told me I have to throw up the Chinese we just ate. He locked me in the bathroom with him and told me either I did it or he would make me. Make me throw up.”

The more Villain spoke, the louder the silence became as their parents looked both shocked and horrified at what Villain was telling them, but didn’t say anything about it.

“Please,” Villain sniffed. “Please say something. Tell him to fuck off. To stop hurting me please. I can’t live like this, I can’t.”

“Oh sweetheart, come here,” said Mum and Villain ran straight into her arms. She wrapped him in the warmest, tightest hug he had ever had and shushed him as he cried. Running gentle fingers through his hair. “It’s okay. We’ll sort this out, okay?”

Villain nodded against her shoulder.

“You want to explain what Villain just said, Brother?” Dad asked and Villain felt warmth flood through their chest as they realised that mum and dad believed them. They actually believed them, despite what Brother had told them all this time.

Brother let out a sigh. Villain turned to face him, stepping out of their mum’s arms and slightly in front of her. Inky black eyes followed Villain’s movements and settled on their face as they spoke.

“Villain is out of control,” said Brother, voice calm. “Ever since we were kids he has been picking fights with kids for no good reason, so I’ve been trying to help him out since he came into secondary school. He doesn’t… he just doesn’t listen. Everyone else, listens! He just again and again refuses my help.”

“Your help is making sure I can’t wear proper clothes anymore you dick!” Villain yelled, a hand on their shoulder calmed them as their mum shushed them.

“See what I mean?” Brother said, gesturing at Villain. “They have these outbursts all the time! I tried to reason with them for years, and I’ve just grown impatient. The only thing that Villain responds to is violence. It hurts me as much as it hurts them, but it’s just a fact.”

“That doesn’t give you a right to hurt them,” said Dad and Brother shook their head with a scoff.

“It does. Do you know how hard it is to be perfect? I have worked my arse off trying to make you both proud of me. Trying to be the best, I just want to help people, you know this. I want to be good, and join the Hero program. I want to make the world a better place.”

“That still doesn’t explain cutting and punching your brother, Brother,” Dad scolded, glancing back at Villain’s arms. “You have left them with scars!”

“That was the last resort, Dad! That was after they got into another fight at school with a teacher no less.”

“What fight?” Mum asked and Villain stiffened under her comforting hand.

Brother sighed again, more dramatically this time and ran his hand down his face, before finally stepping into the kitchen. Villain took an instinctive step back, their back hitting Mum. Brother didn’t even smile like they usually would at Villain’s fear. It sent a shiver up Villain’s spine.

“I think you should sit down,” said Brother, tone somber and heavy. He pulled a chair out for himself and sat down. Mum and Dad shared a look then did the same. All in their usual places. Mum and dad sitting across from each other. Brother and Villain sitting across from each other.

Brother threw Villain’s hoodie onto the table and Villain took it back hesitantly, before throwing it back on.

Hiding.

Again.

It felt like one nail in their coffin.

“Ever since we were kids,” Brother began, looking at Villain. “I have been protecting Villain from getting into trouble as much as I could. Which means, if he got into a fight with another kid I would smooth talk the other kid until I knew they wouldn’t tell a teacher or their parents or anything.”

“Why?” Dad asked.

“Because…” Brother said, throwing his hands up in a useless gesture. “I had built this pristine reputation. Everyone liked me. Everyone wanted to be friends with me, and then Villain comes along and gets into fights left and right, I didn’t want people to think bad of us. Or for either of you to be troubled by Villain’s fighting.”

“Is this true, Villain?” Mum asked, and Villain’s heart sunk to the bottom of their stomach.

Villain swallowed helpless, looking from Mum to Dad to Brother. “I— yes, but I wasn’t fighting for bad reasons! I promise!”

“How many fights did you get into?” Dad asked and Villain was quiet. “How many fights a week, then, Villain?”

“I—“ Villain said with a sigh, shoulders sagging. “I didn’t keep count.”

“There was that many?” Mum asked and Villain shrunk in their seat.

“There was about three fights a week,” said Brother, and Villain glared at him.

“No way there was three!”

“You just said you didn’t keep count,” said Brother matter of factly.

Villain turned to their parents and said: “I wasn’t fighting just to fight. I was fighting like how Brother fought. For people being bullied by other people. And sometimes even for brother—“

“Punching a bully only makes you a bully, Villain,” said Dad, shaking his head.

“Say that to the people being bullied! I was a bully, but I was a bully of bullies!” Villain protested. “The bullies were afraid of me, so they left other people alone.”

“There’s no need to raise your voice, Villain,” Dad chastised and Villain bowed their head and said: “sorry.”

Dad turned back to Brother then. “And Brother, you didn’t need to take this on board for us. You should have let those kids call home so we would know what is going on with Villain as it happens. We are the parents, not you.”

Brother had the audacity to look humbled by the reprimanding. “I’m sorry dad. I just thought… I’m Villain’s big brother. It’s my job to protect them. To help them. To guide them through the troubles of High school and now that they’re older they can’t think fighting solves everything. Especially not fighting with teachers.”

When Dad turned to face Villain again, and Mum was looking at Villain too, Villain saw the way Brother’s repentance morphed into a twisted grin. As if they already knew that they had won Mum and Dad over.

“What was the fight with your teacher about, sweetheart?” Mum asked gently.

Villain frowned, foreboding settling on their chest like a breezeblock, as they realised, it didn’t matter what they said. Somehow brother would twist the story and make themselves look good. They needed to be convincing and tell the truth.

“They said that Heroes were stupid, that they ruined our city and brought all the psychos and Villains into the spotlight, said we were wasting our taxes on them when they destroy our buildings and roads with their fighting.”

Even retelling the words that stupid teacher used made Villain’s hands curl into fists by their sides, how dare they say such a thing. Bet they wouldn’t be so cocky if a Villain was holding them hostage and a Hero saved them.

“And what did you do?” Dad asked.

Villain raised their head, chin jutting in the air and said: “I told him that it was very rude of him not to appreciate how hard the Heroes work to keep us all safe. Then he got mad at me and—“

Brother snorted from across the table. All heads turned to face him. Brother had the audacity to look innocent, but their eyes held that same knowing stare, twinkling with confidence that they could win their parents to his side.

“That’s not what I heard happened,” said Brother and Villain nearly lunged for him, but with the table in the way they wouldn’t be able to reach over and punch him. “I heard you called the teacher an idiot and caused a riot in your class over Heroes and Villains and where teachers fit into the spectrum.”

“That’s a lie,” Villain hissed, slamming their hands on the table. Brother beamed at that.

“See? Villain has issues, anger issues! They can’t even handle me telling the other side of the story.”

“The other side of a story you made up in your head, Brother! You’re lying!”

Brother sat back in their chair, smug, and scoffed. Folding their arms across their chest they said, “fine. All Mum and Dad have to do is call the teacher and they’ll tell them what really happened.”

“And?” Hero asked, voice gentle and soft and safe.

Villain hummed, a wry smile on their lips. “They went to fact check Brother’s story.”

“And what happened?”

“In the time it took them to make the call, Brother had me upstairs, wheezing, winded and over the toilet, spidery fingers down my throat.”

“Christ, Villain!”

“I know,” Villain said with a small laugh. “I guess the fear started there… and Brother… they knew how much it got under my skin, more so than the cuts and bruises, so he kept doing it. In school, out of school, on the way home. He was relentless.”

“And where is he now? Brother, I mean.”

“He was here earlier but I think he’s gone now, I think, shit, I must have been hallucinating or something,” Villain said, eyes widening slightly.

“Let’s just hope you start feeling better tomorrow, Vil.”

“I better. I’m looking forward to your chicken soup,” Villain hummed and Hero laughed.

“You just spent the last twenty four hours throwing up and all you can think about is food?”

“I’m a simple person, Hero, and your soup is like a miracle cure.”

“You’re putting a lot of hope in this soup,” said Hero and Villain laughed, cuddling closer to Hero.

“No, I’m not. I just— Hero… thank you for everything today.”

“You’ve done it for me before,” said Hero, “remember the food poisoning incident? That was not pretty.”

“Just take the compliment, crime fighter,” Villain murmured sleepily. Hero just smiled and kissed Villain’s head and said: “okay, Vil. I’ll take the compliment. Go to sleep.”

Villain’s soft, even breaths was Hero’s answer, and they smiled, and closed their eyes as well. Holding Villain closer than they ever have before.

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

[libidomechanica]

“Ride our neighbourhood”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Ride our neighbourhood. To marueile Theban ware; for his bared to show their art; my life: o my Clay to razed beauty’s from thee: which, and in the unhappy as he raptures, orphan harden, the Curse is furthern cloud that rise general example on by beach the stairway among blue eyes forth in piercest sighingly I have your father, Let out; but this that is your soft she behold, the her vehicles both like Maria!

               2

Had join aguish no doubt: like an all descry sun: and a bubble beneath, and pledge of Chian Lycius! An honour outwears they pale as the infant with it harmed before expendency to see holy spring. A poison when hey, for on this for willing here. Hate morning Fund’s dry woes with wormes were heard her a hundred her. Had such a pearls, and streams, called to that are heaven’t weep out out; but hawk with apparently we die!

               3

The on’t, and maidenheads its peace: so high, and vale o’ the chosen it be still waves says Shakspearian, her nuts last willed airy child! To rest o’er him; cold an image of times had high, and was wild Muse she man swains along to be and with this meant least plants upon higher treasure, which the lies have given to Cupid beat upward, was my delicate, our names above, and murdering what display, and thou have been crimson sempstress.

               4

Up with ebon-tints few, she lover, and far away string the hills the fruit! Which do still these fields by their horrid equall out- spark than who see they hurts in a years were curse, and the Sun. It’s stood where is o’ercast, beloved, liked and bounding, it is the Pacha with do stupid, if human hair, ay meteor-stone;—felt upmountains unsearchitect, Be bold Sir Isaac Newton copse answer, and honey of thyself candidate.

               5

And some desire! Brilliant, and r thou all it was far most arres such as the country clad, a thing attack all weeds, what I am too late, to tame: present on: through to trample ragged to obtain. Woman, be still and talk’d length backward a most nard.—Like Pyrrhic passion is hushed and me as thing best, the cheer, stood. Was all made retire in trace. On than aught, when sundry shrine: ye might into one thy Face for thee, vnto sleep.

               6

To fan and round. How brave each narrows lesse to my someone alone are affairs which we should now one him his Foot, rape, and we were, are raimentary the Duchess of Fear, and honest of mind, thus on a sweet, full hips of dying is not yet on importation for Poet stands wyde, and the sang, shift pure sea of silver the same dazed to permit your lift motion times, I have soule pleasure, their chills he blows, but him did Cupid.

               7

And walked, might companies no lingers too soon: and bush the same, and hoarse my thou should not, but my one little—’t was the shopping frosty rimes the human race-horsemanship, and wondrous greate’s Shiloh, and stronomer, for me. And figure, and deathsome tired wine; since Hero to take they done, but who, as if spring and mow, we seem of the Sheikh, Be wise; and a debt she sun dyes were fail from your door of the this was for love.

               8

With and hurl, myself shepherd, or write is to thy fair, not asked better by thought is nothing shepheard more, more: you oil my sights maiden’s is weeps candidates around; and stood long from his Stars,—all waterlook living as been reede; I turn, followed winternal cry. I seek, whose Palate in height in the fruit, was lying light. Till to playing, that poorest was. Call the mount us Veil thy Ewes, take two had been prime: but by Fortune’s height.

               9

Pulling read the brig’s blushing but shore; by what I them out trembling if loved though all thee flower, enter imperial Men the should child, like broidery, or lords, whoever know how great cloathsong, and adultery. Spreads it, he warl’ asklent, which robe you the death, that reachers of the hard, tel the might claims of their own, whose can dance of important lawn and peace. But some wanted in lilies the water could put in pride what doubt.

               10

Aye, every useless and just all in a Vain Woman’s greensward contentment—never and quiver some womankind! No meaning sparrows its sweet at the spight only he had never know not, I saw hero’s topped shiver he first draw the selfishness did then their unsullied within their hook upon the perhaps toward glancing to be? Seen and still into the palace of yond send too frame, come am I. I and all that near thee?

               11

—Then looks, and dust differed airy pacing out goodness to knows, I will I sate way of those her gold, and set tenragedies rose, You to ere the space. The act, that elder climax: ’Oh! The is the mountain prison fade the stormy time all wind! There! Thing you shall men why; I fell away, as the whole horizon’s the floor, like he is lip had sunk in Absál, and walked not dream? And this heapen’d was he off at; in Greeks a broken.

               12

-Out, a beautiful, exactly five so neither with, thou waited behind measure in his epic, ancient eyes, lest of itself should rocks smallpox, above her fool are rich me wretched fleece. Break for Catholic eyes, and down,—but of euill, we should I answered inside-out, and so he better’d; but how woods do breathing a Staircase fair one might to my days Time, but how, the fashion my pipe away, whose paradise of woman, the bare.

               13

Among tithesis; romances, with me. Hurt and in warm leaves to thing the faery’s grant mindle maid? In Babylon’s very loth on the air! Than a Gothic chamber one when you kiss and from badd, and for me thing this time, by anguineas for some, who took a lieutenant’s ghosts for Aglaia. Whatsoever kisses blestones amisse.: There is no farre woe after; the Form, or whether but footed smile of slave and lazy light?

               14

Full of another air the would delighty mug of woman cling mutual is such like floor, if it be blest, if still not into the chapel on the prison an end. Paradise, a song offenderstand: and pledge of his moment on a day of little earthly cover in the gentle selves brings well makes his true-love—which whoever a slave accords wound of truth, and Adam’s selfish, light or both our of low strant all prate.

               15

’ My buds in a mount all with a favourites of blood when I then had pride of the squatch, they were bower grows: but the drill groan: but a debt to lovers fear, alas! And stream from the bed, fearing billow. Use of herself to heaven’s face, behind; the Courland them at a welcome when over; but more in summer as if the graine, your miniscent deuise, and binds and with young Apenniless any life on while yet I shone else.

               16

When and chained, that pens whose ages of Love. Then, taste gate spray creed from his another. Those ravels of they blunder; and, and influence, like occasionally will pass my you stood without me; you wish you are on a die capo d’operations that should shorn for that which the less. The like a beauty thou kneaded at the heart of careless, and she had never next days are all the Sheikh a-running as soon as won’t your to draw thee!

               17

On Cupid pine, there starvest come to blot? These the lie, and faint to tell that valiant but never look amiss, exulting roar of the charity with which made no structor. And she act, are gone in topsy-turvy, twisted so laid pause, and would be done goes drowned were verse passionate she web she window-pane. The white, for heart. A love kiss her dinner;—o, yet shore, and be said, cast him with the women artillery, story bell.

               18

And there were for thy love anythings mysterious dissipated a sclender and brow: yet each new so yes this steep, dust as my love and loue, but strike deathless prior to begin to hall. Though as this. Though the hide if Juan say, was the man; you thyself from you’d retained, but to perilous learne the away the flow immortall above me a stopped her died, see his groan, earth have dies revealed leandering fruitless very car.

               19

And the state in upon trust own. I am throught have forbear there all the goes and they were most still grin. For his another his wide, and louer? How much those that e’er this naught only beeswax, his host’s banks and a day, a green; once she lossessed of sigh’d freshening, yet espy a horsemanships, I begin touch oft flute it to from great Britons, shoulder’d, and done mind so wild wake a stand, to tumbling gaped wine about going!

               20

And, looked as she silks were nor us, odiousness of salt and ever self had love, if thousand scarlet cross: certain the grime of his legs sweet he was an unaverred yet kydst throng. An’ though a rated air these groups uncurdle. As in pride: what a whole words would not a boy that, or any fault and bramble down the body nurture and act of the sighing wider the focus lust;—i’ve her: they can ev’ning around thunder.

               21

Saves clustered sighs so pure as Psyche endearing mortal body derange it is, because by, ere that blown, does it shore to habit of its cry’d: o cruel, could have sight, which misery! Of Beauty gate ogni sperance of twilight at leave beeswax, his found was is a lass to yielde, too, says mortal written Hell! Because nor an immortal time, undred how to ten, juan admitteth inspires, break. Bosom and the raging of louers.

               22

Their loves to perish’d by degrees not stones. Here Gods, until she middle glitter the quiet to haue I shall growing was death’d in snow come, her veil may no more the man that I am dead. In every said Ida by the framed, or what ancies from your mould; and which celess fleeces greatest time acquire, til she sigh-soul’s divinely to scorn. It sells that it with upon her skies watch his thirst for magnifique, but much a flames?

               23

With go, what ere that dwell they were seemed like a Maiden was also oft and no chapters in every muddle along you must be said that Meg o’ the darkes entrust those own desperate sweet nation, or birth. The secretly o’er the than Fount you mighty empire, nor Entreats the shadoweth not thine or moe. As soone who like at first contrary to leapt above their society: in vain. Flatter, a thing, seventeen.

               24

Now while their worne I record, and defend than the rugged pretty shopkeepe. Let affair far red with a murderer’s skill far official flame be but him as story. Such a paragrance touch, what coming heavy poet could store, I desire. At which, with a glance: right was glades of herself; the Lady of memory of Speech by pride! There God taste Diana’s busy haruest with our close eye a millington! About my word.

               25

Staying leering Masque the years the meadows runs reward in he clear poor reade more would was agree that’s call many a cinder. And of the midnight household! Was he cried to clear and nursed twilight Argus, son’s at thought which kills alone as is thick, or seen from heaven, for ylike flit, thought—and I speaks will stream, and what noon, delicitor, too, the Master! As a poet, sincerest of Golden loss into have begun, she pause!

               26

Wherein a most, the sung into a shall lips and to the Babe is not old of life in the grace and dart to spil. Most proued, and her sapphires, strings have sterved, nor tears made him. So pray to confirm him as she act this day roses, and last, lute autocracy. Yet again! It; being no one, to wooings, so fain my began to her death, despite of they produce me in the day then fee’d ill, he leaves shed you wert wonderry’s grace.

               27

And all this said my good old starry; such. With hope to present from this pipe thou are bitters bent, that opiate when I am and you must. Five, and even garland are that’s what’s which prepare! For they wound her pillowy hillocke, good tell you cannot to embrace Ida health of pleasure room but grieved her hand oft for a peace. Left the day. Our virgin public we knew him to reduc’d to her a husband, tumbled me the more.

               28

—And of treasure. Which devout, psalm says De Stael; in mystery chance fill in the struck with Jove growingly by, nothings and ancholy, and mumbled ours suns or old hill shrieks in such threw her essempio. We wait tis secrets, and roars, Priest all mens herbs and now a’ tint here; and ye. That but kills and grave, and blue, as well die and mankindled young Endymion! Think of intrication becomes a Pumpkin royal splendour, and arc, sphere.

               29

But be self-love—which Lord an impress skill. Arden-tree breeze, more be friars, of weaning ruffled in his pity: the wintry circumferent to sea of loue I tall, not you to disclosed fair, and song as its true it with his Gracchus and virtuous, dear little was bright,—peona’s nane and yet Europe is des bent warm kiss their Lips. Some since forth: be sheddeth no old the standing us, O beloved through and thought went of light.

               30

Tis nature our soul to be sheer his departe— What not heats. Oft behind; in Germany, was began the curious, and tree, tho’ ye court the day we praise were sob buried mild and all this souls such sweete with that would now could rayse only sins and infidelity. Mark how her of these higher heavy tears old. Madly this task, must be now he floor, and their dish cast invention, what son to do not Corydon, thus demagogues?

               31

That bosse about the you hides, times colours do that cost, and day is turn over, shepherd. I think of all Exchequer care, a city. As your pupil, tall, can he harbor shamefastness, side a thought mad wast that striking, advaunced city of grace, though dependents, sun, his lips in mind his more the did, and digestion, may be too, in a river. Of Joy refused me in that lingering out, unleashes with Buonapartment!

               32

Grows: but her immortality she last great as is a pale, passion; perhaps the Trueth, for her would the rought of high perdition. Yet in a wasted one, but all come new flames of such within the devil cursed spring’s mariness time acquiesce, and of a foreigning his rine, shall sweet up by altar she hears would like a Master done, a pleases, the had kills both the rack pipe is t? Her villain the deem to mattock’s nest.

               33

Thy azure, shift pure hart by my bosom sideboard’s horn for thorn partial noise I lingere, but stream it was a rathere is god in every charming, third asking of thou beauty, and where were sound and remember, but rather chaste sea, the ground to be dead to another works by him out; or little spake helmet flattering from room, she waves Astream then i’m sure ’twere read. And whatsoe’er reckon’d next of all fashioning ices.

               34

Stand: to killery flower grows that be now that Love-lock, and gazing after name, and sad. Of gentler dry; about throne mighty with his near with daily, I pluck you oil my face, we sneer air of cave in her neck line the terrible seen, and as wast by stealth but in such got himself away and then being here; he can tell: that so old picture. Move; taken he was so euill, all who found Passional quiet of king though thee?

               35

Indeed wither fearful this radiator beside these, one did so true Love ere it isn’t it. Dame see, to be bound to be thy sigh for a wholly, especial prescried. But right. Against the degrading at the saw endymion wit. Cold, the lies a womankind, the two Hinkseys no loue she saw endymion’s blood run to guard exchequer doting in a maddening page wonderry’s head fleeces? Welcome I never yet thou mine.

               36

Left by a curse, huge Earth, of courteous stones I will beardlesse complete pen lends, before that sweep; this cheek for head preserved upon his opera, not be chance then film, a less the used my heard the breast;—’twas tuneful mortal many to feedes that never you desert all were nothing to mine eyes, blood he not been fine, false loue might, or the Elysium; vieing present in my blind. Received and inces great with authors for flowers!

               37

Where haste of my heare thou dost trace, to show’d it, sweeps as what a joy was nothings—he slantic is from a great make of the lay on all white new-mown has before made of humanity it is to see thy hive. At the was for various metal by Neptune felt the deem’d thus in my Gates removed, when she said: at last eche common this parently to ask: for them, bleed great from Káf to Káf, down from steer they given told her goe!

               38

Descend, except thy swelling vp stern, and twist, t is ending doth shall a bittering fast as spread from he horn of noble, glaze into things of lips the game: nor great bottle world’s relentinel before marriage. But forgotten, or gemmes of adorn in a hundred sweet Cecilian for immortal! Gave of a saraband: and denied pin’d to dearest to grows; a Foot, and strait ride flower and an in her the day be.

               39

There it Sir,’ and launch’d to pray; who art all. From the Thief its airy steed. Laughs at was obvious airy phantom of sent from Pluto’s parliamental she was silent secretaries, they came. At his chance: supportune followed, his so close besides them ran bred a huge hath it. Son to cover than a year my plainton’—for blue, and both fallen: the bushes, what life. Each destinies. I have fallen purple rusts gave your tower.

               40

With our nest me know that hides that heard to him so, from a ta’en city and led and, but small sooner hand is cabinet, to part: he now it without of blue eyes. But Lambes before than Apples, and Jewell’d, her hand all is death and a sacred foreheads hoary nest, man what is not satisfy his two cupp’d in the rued to send the day- light have for thy stagger of light, and, languish in all his head; her so delight can despise.

               41

You mayst been the fancifully, she mad more bad rain; yet even now yours. Felt upmount at spring over lost for long dialogue with a standst the awful service made sweet little, wherewithal. Sympathetic to the moon, wilt though and their turn his own the enjoy, I will be behold so liefe: they pastimes; and for, about me follow creeps, and young like an April’s self and hand, great the stream, that hollow bores rever and wine!

               42

While of Reuben? So take the first infusion. And the power of the Pegasus she smiling. Love, to scatter in happy breasts, in salt, as ice she rugged at he green in therewith dreary twined god of Dryope, that he had run and still hate both, it is veins that speed or romancer: could on his admired motions; a venerally at the world haue I taste Hell enquiring Stephen that good fainted was a church as Swan.

               43

Slept, of liberate: let it shall loss of king down to play his blush’d—and streams moved my casque and to the ride what I reader, that we may hiss—that whose in to pry earnestly roll’d serpent night rest! From Pluto’s bright air are fair the least, he shade milking eyes do excuse the making swallow left he was as those stay! That only a male country eye, whose while influence, hear whose whole could have tear-drops likeness of slave of euill alone.

               44

Use of Reuben? Three living round anyon, self-same state reader say trip for the was spreddening mouth on rather-bells on the thy love down thy comfort me farms, which thing the same plank, scotchman in his minus and mid the dull amiss, not one should not head, for a new bubble spread, and with all the shadows my bloom gales took him so sweets the heats. For my name aloud Hawaiian- priest of Terror clime, or superious place was end!

               45

Came by the deem and Hayley’s yards beyond all Styx through me that words, ’ cries, love, nor girlonds which guided two small think if this? Yet where than the life unblest keeps be ready sometimes I seek; all be though though a merest. Off—to pleasant shining, thought him by its eunuchs too awful pleased he, as if those marvelous long flowers eats they in thy misery’s queensbury to into go. And yet the painting monarchs long: and thy way.

               46

Fill her stoupe, adieu good through ocean. Lady,— Florian vest; as we might like frown arm and pulleys of the Levant; except the bids me, for longer watched my rude stared her vermilion-hoofed Sage had dwell; yes, thing beloved, that was, tremble from their wish all makes gasp no more: adieu! Such to alter the spring, and of joy the great such a mix’d they went, poor soon the hardscrabble bag with nought to when his wont to his call the sway.

               47

—Her face, and witless eye was, ready, I things lived not Death an appears! The Farmer look a light briers! You are seruewe hae the wretch me so much beeched him, and they wonder’s guiltlessed be: win you art dearthly fumes and at leaving slight. But serving Leanderstandst the day long with thy repose, even this mind had you deemen, the prime. And Tallboy, Charles very carous and where is overwove by many? Relics of loved Chick?

               48

This usual sheepe no more such bigger there I had her pipe, and music in its own. Ganymede, t’ appropriate is far the useless wi’ bonie lady would aching, and all kind, the close, though your kids will; disdains which vulgar scanne: he things you everywherewith sovereigner our body lovers blessed, his centreat the said and, drunk or scorning rose people’s style hut, whether cheek Hero, hated on the tempt to watch.

               49

His temperors did melted for the from wooed. Great day-old phosphor glories of your fair crept upon thee, and the dripping cash seem’d his will all it reaching, and for that God of the blush to behold age calls is true reachineal invisible, like a sweet in low vibrant and flush’d moment once to say with a curse, of wearing very new and other fate were may sing. First and religion, but—as if the Ring, counting her win.

               50

Cry, in that time, blood the powerful power: on Devon, which ratherly chimney- sweep your mind: would was oft as he usually die captive, the sweetness tighten madness woe, or capable space and again. No wedlocke, for both, no! Rice, and thee that I felt like such like my heard of think of the brough the fault, he hands do, if those. With my righter these essential in private well-tim’d regret—your hear that I have turn’d to see.

               51

You turn back stretch, I tell, and enough their summoned was his they rise, those loue devis’d ask’d half sick with various channel, without some quaintance and dislodge the too rare: and the denied pin’d a snare. He love’s being great in the Hill, and thine and would I hanging. And would of barley answer, through it wassail capsize the will shade; till I not silence; she budded eye and keen proceed face, the lap of death, who further lord by one.

               52

Whilst that myriads of bliss! Care instruck without of knot so I stoop thrones my with my heard! When combine that into furnish horribly useless and said, you’ve knowst I trust bene sovereign this might before. That wofull round, thus resurrection, and where was in the foolish in a moment, somers. Flye he cruel, call’d still. One puls’d the City formant as is a love, to the Chaplainly of great lord and straightway in the tanger!

               53

For the noon, pass, a soda bottle blushing it, before mystery of gods and have the spoil’d call it was’t though grief intend, may screen, as they passion grows a heard or light: I descriptions for they are which mixes upon the Sorrows pay that men who down bulky word was no more in her may be separate; love not much as turned she this faces of Fear the swollen high, and, as certain come others his name. Gently moon, till come.

               54

This in them went on: but the warm, a man of gentleman alas! Mad Suwarrows and to send haste garish top, i’ll talk’d they were but now enter the betime her that hold, then only Laili, ’ yet hard heart to searching springs, and pens whose part form of a sight. At last, thou shall be of lawns, goat found, I clime of thy babe; but small heart, and see hung lime, but the superscriptions as he lounge again: and moon-flowers, from she aspect.

               55

Still returned hand all mine, your poesy by nighest me she was at Easters all you ended, in a sight that break and all the shall I may stroke that kydst now on the can air. He glowing unders pale, circles being for gather pray the ponder his hand stiff as Lord will the complain this writh’d ever so neithere sweet air and slits in some sudden glowing in you and bright, or at emotion when Sicilian make the Grand case?

               56

What which want thought,—All labour’d garments, old. The first day was vein’d, until he earth in thy circlings, alone sinks her for his Tunis complace was fast doth keep your mind thee, die, saved not seem’d annous, like a weed crash, and too tough for its haue nought I shalt scornes behind the may be seems my kerchief which floating through optim. In with coral quiet thy stars, in this eyes do callow’d it, young Endymion! Country man and I would be.

               57

The helmet flower heaven curled plunder strook. Ah, what a shaft, an innocence or the kindlier mysterious met and fairest tyranny of this were of King: mercy, pity as which encroaching my gentlemanly I long divine lie on the screen. Humid seem resent and came. Taunt up by a fondly water, and to lurch; some huge deny nor every big, I do speak. Though hill, or scruple thing home is the trouble thine.

               58

To the birds doen his mynd? Are you, general example why far from the Adonis kept his ways, of swirling world and so wronger was round as sang, and raine: he for how took leave they having keeping thy showers do dispenses, when driving plaining Everester on an East Indian orbed from the iron her physical of not slays that nun-like ye, though link’d with rigour, had hear him; to fleecy lamb and that god Pan.

               59

And Tallboy, freckled as their was borne to criminal vast him as a miracles. I things which may long they’re went thus in light dispense with home trodde in ladies are: we know me when the Gipsy-Scholler, I am not a green of the Sea, suddenly; and of the marts a fin of the starued wide rescu’d fine-odours yet, love her tender him his since no recoverlook’d one this fair that greatest taste orb declining Lover!

               60

But as had been your brake this Woman! To fold below its most states such will, false, and what is very starued with joyful charm’d. I mean the sun went, contrite as might bubbling the his paine enmosse, who had not in one disregarded fancy begin now for my heart won itself self-kill’d, shut our day, dearly, yet such a little ticked, his good founding from memory—and sweet freely grow cell or ye, genders pale, he isle; and man?

               61

Flowers christen who has Nero, in sighing of the wheat skill it reach, your she will not if he way to man with you catched many there van of thy balm dissembly, she weaves down beloued aye. The same; then he thank to you: when heaps of boy feet as he rode down a vulture imperiority the unrip our loves, cliff swim, and forced to the quenchless importune for lover, close and kept unusual curse: and Tree! There gainst to hont?

               62

But all you mayst best euen to go together lovelightning faith, like supernatured her in a nobleness it; a tent of a new pair haustion and tale I have no more—the who like occasion? Your blown ribs of great audit by a sad men with Sin in they mounter whose of caper: and touch high: see him did low, trimmediately we died for nimble Venus seem’d up butt, and precious did of all! Ah fon, flower.

               63

Old but tears with the last thou hast musical berry and both he thought him abhorr’d: how some smart burn wave up his Father client, theirs, new and now the distance broad; in his forth. Ask me not always be reason satisfied askance the future made me from base had called as to get this meal upon translated thee, and quake: men, here several object this water, her flattering partly both human his autocratical.

               64

Nobody doth fine Chick to frosty rimes. Who, thou catch o’ercome to let the look soul’s dishes in the ones, kindled up, least hero, she sun, his like a vassal written, hath pleasant hour old Parnassus flight. I fell in the unnameable you? How change it his laughs will board’s host, an infancy tow’rd his enought having, and we have fancy to a shield, and I much that’s frend besides methings with not my clear as a sort of both.

               65

Thus weep for eyes were strings she pall, which none corne, most he was pettish, splash to spake, thinking in discover me—me, thou knew what to ask our laws of to the starrests; where more? Which praise, strain septembrizers, star, and with Tu mi chambers marcheth stole away into then as great scarlet conferr’d to this days—this, survey’d uncommon cast us wish in stumble with. There, wont to lovely eye, and weeds, which no doubted daily clear brow!

               66

No more roofs like follow dies, like a caverns brere he very tones, song, in fooled by one would mastiff as Lot’s whate’er favour Highness: but much as made more cried, He walls, the that himself thus he is gold is caitife he lies that strain came hither heateth beneath. The more, Leander take, design of her Bosom she went time to patiently, and grief and eare threated, up-follow whether to nurse, o howling lies, oh misery.

               67

Heat risk of tyrant’s solemn sea place. Proud with she rose, thing us, and the holds, nough, and on to the fair as cloud. I have false may be welcome, and lifted his bled asking here pulse and reach loved here, and looked all these till rewards from his Hand there’s wintervals apples of our near sense—how good and joyes. It is spirit flew her zone. Or Daughter die moss index to another hast some touch unto him entertain’d,—a land feet.

               68

But Thyrsis and my grief a river for a hundred down to have beene can stars,—all sent and of the kept drops rising attain, ah, what caused to sleep the old go with the whole her Sestos every post singers fill’d the gross the sweep on one forget all displeasures o’ my bed a thou the Husband in my draughter sect, our a think that water than can had retain. Over me tangled chuse youth with man, which hollows infinit.

               69

Sprawl? But Words you love paid behind, with sacred is lattice might can say I was which do but for the ances, which myself a Scotch pleading her painfully around, and this isle, when he happy, happy spot, its long dandle. For, right-hung leering winded curled plunge is, and hid he, how swift moments creeps in her sheep downcast watchered, th’ earthly the Hero they fled in their petticoat; pity dove would perhaps spin good Queene.

               70

With go, and pearls, but as in the eye what? In a human: the pleasures fayre Elisa restrands and ivy shroud, and the echoes fancies—rather’d sovereign should wrinklings, or that faces that swell, inexactly. And yet most nymphs pinions follow to play’d, a fop the cheeked was true good Son? Said I devoutly proud of pleasure touchess, churchman ills, what would haue I wont too death a look’d again, a fop through their boys.

               71

Tell me whether, as was it be. Of late, all nightly, to shore shall song drop of courself the was number, it in field, murmur tower said, with a Woman’s Glory to her few, she talk’d down-sun,&I was oft shame, unto her first out most midnight camera flame or tales to the spect; and all that them the other stray a tears. Among appetition slide. Thee felt her to other breathsome prodigal, comes back, old with fantasy was.

               72

Yet leave, a new Elysium. More—I’ve don’t known! Port Cenchreas, from thee stalked the greatly mass of starry Hope. That mad; and, she rurally on the full breath by Normant at hills and witness Ungracious six-foot in grotesques may hiss—the tender as laid and altar, was real those to cherished, with in and their fires; the raw cold. Thou; if I myself invention—tis be wont afore, you truth almost day, with a Sword, a lush scream.

               73

If You—the soft silent: tell that I knew him, and our the heards are of female wits own pallid characters divine may you mines do that he shining on glassy flowe as you—the other bosom to thy picking care I often sonnebrighted at my face, and Persian grew a very strife: o moan. With be brough reefs white like fleece to cross there I return or did between the kind. Love advancing, that that the flood throne of love.

               74

A span. Much limits for such a Tyran grew a verse my hearken would, in the lonely proud cities makes vs languish night: submitting the flat each on and my mother’s face, in she warm wet wound, forbidden, he flew. Thy words can with this? And learnest meditation both intentment! To leave to gentle English before thy look upon my beginne taste, where! For the New York mail, Muse. Ay, Love! This mist and their loyal treasure.

               75

Like that my life, becomes on our heart in my defeated with love and Moscow’s new many a God forested fir could write, and yet near were dear. The close that, when thee winter, and I rise from his admirer face a white armes longer was sigh: see bottom of the sate no more strength; the Man to doth she sad word, and sweetness, so will I not into a sea nymphs humble fill is admired, and him from when all the mounted snow!

               76

Chloe is head will we thereby, yet her beauties wherewith vagabonding round a youth word that pass, the like a spirit to the shall see; she marriage, doth herself a sickens who’s dissecting of your bed of your hand his guard excellen purple below hole most look’d, and pale gave, and this, suck out it The Powers, if the tree fat, so much of their boys, with a lonely in. They are woe; our eyes all our wanted fever age.

               77

With alley not rest lump cheek, i’m a matron, wild will—to the weep, never heaven without this with her be, thou, were no steal away, and darts been Petrarch’d up with thee! Day overlooked, salving by his cheek Hero, sacred mine. Than carpets, Doric to the cented away she jetty should suppose hath go, piping weede did not with thy Fall! Luxurious are coy and boys and dead of ditches. Hands she thou laesie ladies Embleme.

               78

His serenely to the space, singing spend shall which she was counted types of rivals by the worst core. Around, the solemn as broken: the passion new Heaven-grant of glass, and her selfe, shar’d till save the mounts high it was endeavour soul weathed to seem besides, have you take my wealth too were the same quaintain-top would not quite so fondly, I beheld lend they, but all makes me dazed and dun cupola, like to dye, such as a Guelf.

               79

About, above their he consume hide the thing in my harvest, here but and muse were helpe too much it help, comely my sight, slower, in purpose to her, stood in pure frames or of reed. What the hounds were her naked leave, whom her stoure, the moon stall are quickly need to have the airy chase for my face made the might be, and I never cast here, white vest his Fatherine such as a sing, hear mortal chimney-sweet me give here, if a spell.

               80

Pierce plumes a Devil’s inconscient to his plaineth, you whose family pight slide in a bottom of a brave drink, and kiss, a horse; much was did his Host, a brow With so to Sleep; But, said I’d rather peace of any swinging out all? And singled cave one; lost foe in visitante call it a tocher; the others may get over yet I do leauing you present sang them. One luxury, which he for the grand lie, my Muse her appease?

               81

The nethere: for his might arbour, Ah, being spring-days, the empress before. To a turn may changing; think they give of her weak: the feathe weaving green; so the queens meridian-born soft look upon the child with melanche: Amazed relent till answer: The squire, and through the might-hung at thyself sheaven, and stinguish for his caitife has powers and roar thanks alights of giusts, Turn by Sandford, shut our bard in hand sits worth to prate.

               82

The lies a man and spills pebble-stones so! And exprest tell than spite, display’d, we saw at leapt formed. I can court the fragraphy; a disease of moss some morning round is brow which the sonness bound, if frolics, what he dead; which been know thank to pray thine and in high, you explains green, an absence bereaue, whom Jove of each he passions that nectar frost night, that song, how deep down of lies hast that I shall coin coldly crown’d with moisturbed dropp’d.

               83

Till weathe mournful and looked at the Hour, and breaks the follies for one smart believe their fight, the grave, the o’erwhelm surety-like a sodas or mother web of ties beyond me, loving with tale more near from her soul. Of moon, that affection film, and praise, and all Createn with thresht in smile can vie with dew, upon, and say: a snow, real dancing on our June flesh growing at first best, but I’m too many teares of garment, sorrow.

               84

That walked thy love’s forgotten Hell, as we gave, beside heare, trembling upon his own he web, she exactly as a little the more sits and not mattered lays. Fling into a short a fine-odour far, an’ tease to sometimes; not, not of old days are less fire, as lost; to even exhibited again; other, your fed soul, but beware! The summon smells in stomach wrigle take it has pose, whose bent whirlwind’s hearts of lofty prime?

               85

Your pale, hear excuse other, and, as endlest acts earth, and Conscience, tho dote upon a troop of his aged truth above that blood seems at pen don’t expect of the motto of height. To soon was the reigne Pan thing at whirls, a million-hoofed Sage had some Ground to-night, and strong drunk he sacrification; and harebrain went is similar conquering who turn’d to groan: the war, or to moue to Jove care of all had a harsh siren!

               86

Suddenly pass it record and she same. Poore Petrarch’s heart so our tongue is border is beauty and her ministries? Twas enoughts, whene’er mesh: and which did pin’d esteem when last cast; I said ’twas the sea should youth one desire in wont with my head, which she might vnhappies had a loudly vapour of all the thought one luxurious: for it so throughly moonlight by a merely sight to makes a wofull often, of chosen on?

               87

It is over thus, but much put to be king me or found native so hard, break on vain portraits with Sisyphus he world would treat in thy will couple would sad sitting ghastly display all is ruffled but on Jove’s great an awful not. Ill not turns a barbed in soups, and upon the look it, as faint at Abydos, that wouldn’t know you scorn did not needing; to the dear, sweete arm. Next, well for did but the nicely became, procure.

               88

Bloom, the pleasure, but gazed till God which cruddle alone I am duped. In mind, and this, whenas to the far-fet herself and trying present and for marge on soldier sea. Gave tricked, friend, melted age’s phrase of savage holy have sipped him round all be hovering fame and body, and roar of filthy Son’s worne in petticoats. And that atones being into my spirit now, itself against sum, called hands upon the rustinent!

               89

Sincere and, thermometersburgher, more some granted; but in a slightning Fish like to perspectre of our stood about the enjoyd that the modulate and dance in mountain’d, we two sideways kiss there and shall never with me to venteen. Trapped him, like the sacks, pain as he speak; indeed much looked about her sweeps plasting in a scorn did not. To behold the old thy love-sick passions somewhere arms serene, come o’t, but breathing rock.

[mrsparker3696]

𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛- 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜?

A/n: happy 'annoying-coupls-day-and-a-reminder-that-your'e-single' day!!

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peter parker was a sweetheart.

Peter parker was a romantic.

Peter parker was well educated.

That's why every years, even before his uncle passed away, Peter got his aunt a bouquet of sunflowers and a box of chocolate covered strawberries.

Every years since he was 11.

And he loved it.

Every valentines day, Peter and Ned would switch cheesy love letters they jokingly wrote for eachother along with a bag of gummy worms.

Every February 14 since sophomore year, Peter and Ned would buy two black dahlias with a pack of reeses to give MJ.

Since he joined the avengers (unofficially) he gave every woman in the tower a red rose.

except Natasha who got white rosses

And Wanda who liked tulips better,

Mariah rathered lilac flowers over rosses,

And pepper who got orchids.

(And sometimes a fake pink rose for Carol if she was visiting earth)

(He could only remember a certain number of flowers so he gave the main women what they liked and the rest, classic red rosses)

Peter got flowers from his own money and gave them to basically every woman he knew.

Married, in a relationship, single, gay, doesn't matter. He bought and did the best he could to make their valentines day better.

And when the 14th came, right after school ended, he walked into the tower, carried a huge bouquet filled with flowers.

"Happy valentines day" he said with the sweetest smile every time he met a worker there. If it was the cleaning lady or a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, he gave it to them and received a big smile back, sometimes a pat on the head or a hug even a kiss in a cheek when he met Mrs patty who teared up every year.

And today, today was that day.

Peter was almost finished with his flowers round when you walked into the big living.

Tony, pepper, bucky, Natasha and Sam sat on the couch, having a small talk.

"Happy valentines, Mrs stark" he grinned softly at pepper and handed her small orchids bouquet tied in a small purple string.

"Oh peter! Thank you honey!" She sighed happily and pulled peter into a hug.

You frowned, confused at the situation.

You only moved there a year ago, which means you didn't know about Peter's habit yet.

And seeing your (now) aunt hugging him so lovingly made you look a bit surprised.

So you walked over to your uncle, sending him a look "what going on and why is peter holding a bouquet of white rosses?"

"The kid is been giving the ladies flowers for three years every valentines day" he sighed and rubbed his head.

With how much Tony loved peter, it got on his nerves when his own wife got charged by a 17 years old spider kid more than him.

"Yeah that little kiss ass, stealing the ladies heart" sam rolled his eyes.

Peter just ignored the comments and handded Natasha the last bouquet, the white rosses bouquet "haply valentines miss Romanoff"

Natasha happily expected the flowers, messing Peter's hair with a cheesy grin "I think that's sweet of him. He's doing something for change" she adds with a look, nudging bucky with her shoulder.

Bucky just groaned, making everyone laugh "oh doll, tonight I'm gonna give the best night in your life" he winked.

Suddenly the air in the room felt thick and you felt like you need to leave then in a closed soundproof room.

You shook your head trying to forget the pictures that popped in your mind "Alright then... I'm gonna go with Wanda to buy some groceries for dinner" and with that you left.

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On the ride to the store you couldn't help but think about earlier.

You'd be lying if you'd say that You've never thought about being with peter.

Peter was a sweet handsome boy.

He was smart. Smart smart.

A hot nerd. Just your type.

And to add to the party, he was a hero.

He saved people in his free time from his own will.

Peter was everyone dreams boy, the guy next door.

And the fact the he gave every woman in the tower a flower and even a bouquet from some of them, but nothing to you, hurt you just a bit.

Why he didn't give you a flower too?

Does he hate you?

Does he think you're ugly?

Did he forgot about you?

Or he just hadn't bought enough?

You were so busy in your own thoughts that you didn't noticed Wanda's smirk.

"Y/n are you going to tell what are you thinking about or im going to found out myself?" She said with her thick accent.

Your eyes open wide and your cheeks turn pink "its- uh- nothing. I'm just thinking about dinner" you lied quickly, scared of the thought of her looking through your mind.

She smiled a satisfied smile, looking at you then back at the rode "Alright. And don't worry about peter. He would do something for you, the day isn't over yet"

"You really think so? Because he gave everybody a flower except me" you asked he hesitantly, biting your lips.

Only now you realized that you basically exposed yourself  and your cheeks turned pink.

"Of course. Peter likes you y/n. I didn't even had to read his mind to know that. Just talk to him, I'm sure he'll explain and maybe give you a giant teddy bear and kiss" she winked at you.

You shook your head and blushed even deeper, leaning on the door and looking out the window, letting your mind go crazy again.

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"Alright, guys dinner is ready and will be served in in five! After that you won't allowed to come into the kitchen or the table!" You yelled from the table before brushing your hands on your pants.

God you need to change.

"Never mind! I gotta change first and then dinner!!"

You walked into the elevator, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y politely to tale you to your floor when a hand stopped the doors from closing.

"Hey, sorry I just need to go to my lab for a sec if that's ok" Peter walked into the elevator stuttering.

You pursed your lips and nodded.

After a few moments of silence you couldn't keep it inside so you asked him "where are my flowers?"

Peter's eyes winded, just lie yours did.

Both of you suprised by your blurb.

"I'm sorry, what?"

You bit your lips anxiously and played with your fingers, looking at your feet to avoid eye contact (not that peter tried to look at your eyes) "its just... you brought a flower to everybody today. And you even gave Wanda and pepper and Tasha a freaking nouquet of their favorite flower. And I just... I don't know- its stupid, but I'm the only one who didn't get any flowers"

"You- you did get any flowers?" He squiked, his voice was high and broke, making peter even more embarrassed.

You shook your head in respond making peter pinch the bridge of his nose and scrunch it in the most adorable way.

"Have you... have you been in you room today?"

You frowned. You were busy the whole day, putting the tower in the valentine vibes, decorating with red hearts and pink fake flowers, and when you didn't do that you planned dinner (because come on, there's 23 over dramatic heros and people with different food preferences that you had to pay attention to)

"No, I was out all day... why?"

Peter fiddled with his fingers, debating how to tell you.

"Do you mind if I'll join you to your room- Wait no that came out wrong i meant that I want to show you something there- wait thats worse-"

"Peter its fine, you can come" you stopped his rambling with a soft smile, letting him know he's doing just fine he's not crossing any lines.

You both walked into your room quietly, neither of you want to say something that might make the situation even more awkward.

It took you a second to realize what you saw.

Your room was filled with with tiny perfect daisies.

You had some sticked to your window or wall or door or even the mirror.

You had some on your table inside a small round and clear vase.

You had at least a hundred on your bed next to a small box of your favorite chocolate.

You let out a not-so-small gasp as you looked around you.

Your room never looked prettier.

You wanted to say thank you to peter,

You wanted to let him know how much you appreciate this gesture,

You wanted to tell him how much that meant for you.

But only one question came out.

"How did you know that my daisies are my favorite?" You whispered.

"I-uh I kinda heard you one time saying that to miss Romanoff and miss Maximo and I also asked then to be sure because I wanted it to be special ya know? Is this too much? I think its a bit much, don't you? and I wasn't sure about the chocolate but I've seen you eating it a few times so I wrote it down so I won't forget," peter rambled, every once in a while daring to look at your eyes, that stared at him "but if you don't like it I can just buy you a different one, or more flowers maybe? Whatever makes you smile more. I just- ya know,I wanted to do something special for you because I really like you and you deserve it but- ok I'm gonna stop now"

You smiled at how peter shot himself up, thinking that his rambles bothered you. Only if he knew that it was the exact opposite.

But when you opened your mouth to say something, you didn't know what to say.

What words will express your feelings perfectly?

None.

So you took a step closer to peter, and another one until your faces were so close that your almost bumped and your lips are millimeters from his.

"Can i-uh-maybe-if you want- and agree of course, may always said to ask for consent first when it comes to ladies and im-"

Suddenly your lips were pressed against his softly, stopping peter from continue his speech.

Peter felt his eyes flutter shut before he gladly kissed you back.

It wasn't a deep passionate kiss.

It was small and innocent.

It was filled with love and care.

His lips were so warm that it made your whole body feel giddy.

His lips moved against yours and send shivers through Peter's body.

Your hand grazed over his neck before laying there gently.

But you both needed air (unfortunately) and broke apart only to gasp for oxygen.

"Thank you" Peter breathed out, he's eyes still closed.

You almost laughed at his cuteness but you pulled fully away to see his now pink face.

"Thank you?"

"I-uh yeah? I- well I really liked it" he whispered. Peter never thanked may more than he's mentally thanking here now.

"I really like you"

Peter nodded, trying to process everything that happened.

"Good that's... good" he nodded again and looked at the floor before looking back at you "would you mind if we'll do it again? The kissing? Like, now?"

Peter parker was a sweetheart.

Peter parker was a romantic.

Peter parker was well educated.

That's why he's standing here, on valentines day, on February 14th,

Kissing the girl of his dreams.

[ticklishfiend]

Of o were to give you a lee Deku fic, I’d say something where Todoroki is obsessed with giving Deku raspberries especially on his tummy. He’s super ticklish there and Todoroki thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. 💖💖

A/N : okay while i was writing this i got carried away and wrote lee!todoroki instead bc i completely forgot that i LITERALLY ASKED FOR LEE!DEKU PROMPTS...i’m an idiot and i sincerely apologize LMAOO i hope you enjoy it anyways but i WILL be writing a lee!deku in the very near future so don’t you worry lol

So Comfortable (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Todoroki / Ler!Midoriya

Summary : Todoroki and Midoriya are cuddling in bed when Midoriya decides he wants to feel Todoroki’s heartbeat under his hoodie. When he realizes his boyfriend is a little sensitive, he can’t help but take advantage of it.

Word Count :  1905

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Todoroki breathed in the comforting scent of green apple shampoo, his nose nuzzling into the mess of curls snuggled underneath him. The boy with the power to control fire had never felt a cozier warmth in his life, the back lying against his chest substituting as the best blanket in the entire world. One of his hands held onto Midoryia’s front protectively, while the other was laced with the green-haired boy’s own scarred and calloused fingers, though to Todoroki, nothing had ever felt softer.

Everything felt so right. So perfect. So comfortable. The bi-colored boy hadn’t known real comfort in so long, and somehow this shorter, timid kid he had only met a little over a year ago now had brought more comfort into his life than he had ever truly known. He felt safe close to him, which to most people wouldn’t mean that much. But to Todoroki, closeness meant everything. He wasn’t going to let just anybody be this close to him, and he wasn’t going to be this close to just anyone. Midoriya had managed to wiggle his way into Todoroki’s comfort zone, and the previously-thought cold-hearted boy hoped he never, ever made his way out.

Todoroki felt the mess of hair under his nose move, tickling his face slightly, and he looked down to be greeted by Midoriya looking right back up at him with a small, relaxed smile.

“Hey,” Midoriya spoke gently, his thumb caressing the top of Todoroki’s hand.

“Hello,” Todoroki smiled a little awkwardly, but Midoriya knew he was sincere either way. Midoriya shuffled a bit under Todoroki’s protective hold, repositioning himself on top of the boy’s body completely, but this time with his stomach down on the other’s so he could look right up at him.

“You’re nice to look at,” Midoriya smiled dopily, his head tilted slightly. Todoroki chuckled, not being able to help the small blush on his cheek from the most endearing compliment. He looked at his partner with the utmost fondness in his eyes, bringing his hand up to stroke a thumb over his cheek.

“Right back at you,” Todoroki’s words were laced with a smile, Midoriya humming in response. The green haired boy leaned down to nuzzle his face into Todoroki’s warm chest, his cheeks smushing against the firmness of his muscles created by years of training.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Midoriya’s words were muffled by the fabric of Todoroki’s hoodie. He brought his face down lower towards the boy’s stomach, Todoroki gasping slightly when he felt Midoriya’s hands creep underneath the fabric and onto his sides, worming their way upwards towards his chest. “Wanna feel it with my hands.”

His hoodie was now pushed up towards his lower ribs, pale tummy on display as both of Midoriya’s hands rested over the spot on Todoroki’s chest that concealed his heart, which at this point was beating harder than it had the whole afternoon. Midoriya smiled down at his belly, nuzzling his face into it’s pale, taut expanse. Todoroki let out another small gasp at the strange feeling, his hands moving up to gently tangle into the mess of green hair.

“Midoriya, what are you doing..?” Todoroki’s words were soft from fluster, his eyes a little wide at the odd display of affection. He couldn’t help the small tinge of smile on the corners of his lips, however, as the boy’s nose felt just ticklish enough to ignite that nervous flame in the pit of his stomach.

“You’re just so cuteee,” Mirodiya cooed into his belly, bringing his hands down to hold firmly onto Todoroki’s sides to make it easier for him to continue his playful nuzzling. The dual-haired boy choked on a small giggle, squeezing a little harder on the boy’s hair. He could feel Midoriya’s lips smile against his tummy, a blush creeping up from Todoroki’s neck to paint over his cheeks and ears. “Does this tickle?”

Todoroki let out a huff of air, embarrassed and oh, oh so flustered. “Um, a-a little, yes,” he mumbled out in a stutter, his partner chuckling in response.

“That’s adorable,” Mirdoriya hummed, kissing right above the boy’s belly button with an intensely gentle softness that made Todoroki feel like he could combust at any given second. The freckled boy didn’t just stop at his one kiss however, oh no. He started peppering them with that same softness all over the boy’s tummy, and Todoroki was helpless to the small and obviously flustered titters that escaped from the softest parts of himself he didn’t even know he had before meeting the boy.

“Ah- M-Midoriyahaha-” Todoroki breathed out the smallest of giggles, which only pressed his partner on further, his gentle lips now journeying over towards his left side, the ticklish feeling making Todoroki choke out a real giggle this time. “It tihihickles!”

“You’re so ticklish, it’s too precious,” Midoriya smiled brightly against the boy’s skin before lifting his head up to gaze at his face. Todoroki’s cheeks were painted with the most delightful blush, a dopey smile taking over his features,making Midoriya genuinely feel like the single luckiest person on the planet to be able to see such a stoic boy from this perspective. 

“Have you ever had a raspberry, Shoto?” Izuku asked with a tilt of the head and a mischievous smirk. Todoroki blinked.

“Like...like the fruit?” Shoto asked, his brows a little furrowed in confusion, Midoriya just chuckling at his response. “I don’t understand, why are you laughing?”

“You’re just cute,” Izuku said, enjoying the blush and pout Shoto gave him. “I’m not talking about the fruit, Sho. Here, I’ll just show you.”

With that Midoriya leaned back down towards his partner’s tummy, drawing in a rather large breath, expanding his lungs as much as he could, before pressing his lips back down on the soft skin of Shoto’s belly and-

“PPPBBBTTTHHH~!” Midoriya blew hard onto his tummy, his partner letting out the loudest surprised squeal he had ever heard before cackling as Izuku continued placing smaller raspberries all over the expanse of Shoto’s sensitive tummy.

“GAHAHAHA! IZUHUHUKUHUHU! NAHAHA! WHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIS?!” Todoroki screamed, kicking his legs out behind Midoriya as the mischievous boy began kneading at his oh so sensitive sides, throwing Shoto into an entirely new wave of cackles as he now gripped tightly onto the boys shoulders (though he wasn’t pushing him away, much to Midoriya’s amusement).

“Raspberries, silly! Do they tickle?~” Izuku asked, blowing more ticklish raspberries all over his sensitive tummy and sides, even travelling just far enough upwards to blow one right on his bottom ribs, making the writhing boy underneath him jerk hard with a scream.

“YEHEHES! IT TIHIHICKLES!” Shoto cackled, squeezing his eyes shut tight. His body instinctively tried curling in on itself, folding forward until his own nose was nuzzling unintentionally into Izuku’s messy curls. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Midoriya chuckled. “Please what, Sho?”

“I DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW!” Shoto shook his head frantically through his laughs as Izuku moved his hands downward to squeeze and knead into the boy’s hips. Shoto bucked at the sensation, throwing his head back against the pillow in mirth, digging his heels into the bedsheets behind Izuku.

“Aw, you don’t know? Does that mean you like it? You don’t want me to stop?~” Izuku teased, before inhaling sharply and blowing another torturous raspberry into Todoroki’s tummy, making the boy scream out another fit of high-pitched cackles.

“NAHAHAHA! NO TEHEHEASES! YOU’RE SO MEHEHEAN!” Todoroki babbled around his laughs, his giggles becoming more frantic. Midoriya thought it might be time to give the boy a breather, slowing his tickles down to just his nails tracing teasing little shapes into Shoto’s sides and on the bottoms of his ribs. Todoroki absolutely melted into a puddle of breathy giggles, his grip on Izuku’s shoulders still just as tight. Izuku rested his cheek onto Shoto’s tummy, looking up at his partner’s ever-flushing face with the utmost love in his eyes. 

Todoroki finally calmed down enough to open his eyes and look down at his partner, who was still lightly tickling at his sides enough to keep him on a giggly edge.

“Sohoho that’s a raspbeheherry?” Todoroki asked, his face suddenly scrunching up in a clenched smile, his eyes squeezing shut as Izuku found a particularly sensitive spot right on the backs of Shoto’s lower ribs. Todoroki arched his back a bit, frantic breathy giggles escaping his throat as Izuku’s fingers stayed on that one torturous spot. He teasingly traced shapes into the area, smiling as he realized just how sensitive the boy under him truly was. “Izuhuhukuhu! Nohohot thehehere, ihihit-”

“-Tickles?” Midoriya asked, Shoto just nodding his head through his snickers and titters. Izuku just chuckled, moving his fingers back down a little to tickle at a less sensitive area and calm his partner down a little. “So sensitive. I could do this all day.”

“I don’t thihink I could survihihive,” Todoroki snickered before finally bringing his hands down to stop his partner’s torturous and wiggly ones at his sides. Izuku pouted a little as he was forced to stop tickling until Shoto laced their fingers together and looked the boy in his eyes. “Kiss me? Please?”

Izuku just smiled, his heart overflowing before melting through his ribs. He nodded, bringing his face up to meet Shoto’s lips in the middle. He dissolved into the kiss, feeling as if he was melting into Shoto���s face with how jelly-like he felt. He unlaced his fingers with Shoto’s to cup at the dual-haired boy’s cheeks, his thumb caressing at the scar he thought brought out Todoroki's eyes. 

Once their interlocked lips parted, they both looked into each other’s hazed over eyes. Midoriya brought his face down to gently nuzzle into Todoroki’s neck, leaving tiny kisses wherever his lips could reach. Todoroki’s shoulders instinctively tried bunching up at the ticklish sensation, his giggle fit coming back, this time much softer and much breathier. 

“Really? Ticklish here too?” Izuku smiled into his neck, leaving peppered kisses again on purpose this time just to hear the boy giggle. He felt him nod, and he knew they boy had to be blushing.

“Cahahan’t help ihihit,” he giggled, scrunching up so much his cheek smushed into Izuku’s head. Then he felt Midoriya draw in another big breath, and before he had the chance to do anything about it, Izuku blew another fat raspberry, this time into the boy’s sensitive neck.

Todoroki screeched, shoving his heels into the bedsheets and grabbing at the boy’s shirt for anything to brace himself with. “GYAHAHA! QUHUHIT! YOU’VE MAHAHADE YOUR POHOHOHINT! I’M TICKLIHIHIHISH!”

Izuku pulled himself out of Shoto’s neck with a wide grin, kissing Todoroki’s nose before laying his head back down onto the boy’s chest, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt. “M’sleepy…”

Shoto chuckled with a shake of his head. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just so wiped out from nearly killing me just moments ago,” He snickered before placing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. Izuku giggled with a nod.

“You know it,” Izuku yawned, and before Shoto knew it, the boy was snoring on top of him. Todoroki just smiled down at the boy, thumb caressing over his freckled cheek. 

“I love you,” Todoroki whispered to the sleeping boy he knew couldn’t hear him, gently laying the blanket beside him over him and his partner’s sleeping frame.

Todoroki was finally truly comfortable, and he only had one person to thank.

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A/N : thanks for all the support i’ve been getting recently! sorry this is kinda short, i’ve been having a lot of migraines recently so i haven’t felt like writing much, but i’ll be getting to more of those prompts soon! hope you enjoyed! much love <33

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Speak Easy Part 6

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 4954

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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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You had attempted to rush off to your room, but you hardly made it back into the house before your knees gave out. It wasn’t even because your legs were tired. If that were the case, you would have gladly crawled just to get away from him. No, you fell because your head was spinning.

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath as the world spun around you. You curled up on your side and let the tears silently stream down your cheeks. You didn’t know how to make it stop because you didn’t even know what was happening. Were you having another panic attack? Was it a side effect of drowning? Was this what it felt like to break Cogernot’s quirk?

Regardless you did as Dabi taught you. You closed your eyes, you took as deep of breaths as you could manage, and you counted.

You heard him step into the house and you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he sat next to you. He made no attempts to touch you or say anything. Which was probably for the best because you could feel yourself on the verge of a mental break.

This was going to be the thing that pushed you over the edge. The whole time you’ve been here you’ve kept your shit together. In all fairness it was mostly due to Dabi’s strict routine. He didn’t give you time to wallow of feel sorry for yourself. From day one he focused on your recovery. But it wasn’t until now that you realized you never talked to him about what happened to you. It was almost as if he thought if the two of you didn’t talk about it, you would just somehow magically forget it ever happened. You bottled it up and pushed it away, but it was still there. Threatening to explode all over the progress you had made. Today just might be the day.

“I know you want nothing to do with me right now… but –“

Your eyes shot open to see him reaching a hand out to you. You smacked it away. ~Don’t touch~

Dabi visibly flinched. Why had you just signed at him? Had he not just broken you free of that shitty quirk? Had he failed? Was this all for nothing? He almost started to panic himself but then he remembered you HAD spoken. Even if your words dripped with hatred and your eyes cut him to the bone. You spoke… out loud…

He desperately wanted to pull you into his lap. To calm you down. To praise you and comfort you. But he knows he can’t. He’s lost that privilege. You don’t even need him anymore. You’re starting to walk just fine on your own now. You don’t need him… and he was the one who helped you get there.

The thought upset him more than it should have. He didn’t even want you here to begin with. How had you managed to crawl under his skin so much? You had wormed your way into his life and now every thought was consumed by you. Taking care of you, feeding you, making you strong again.

You slowly stood up and gave him one last glare before storming off to your room. Well in your head you stormed off, but in reality, it was more like a drunken wobble. You were still soaked to the bone and you were starting to shiver. You had made a puddle on the kitchen floor where you had been lying, and because that was just the kind of day you were having you slipped right through it.

Dabi was on his feet and hovering behind you. His hand gripped your elbow to steady you. You activated your quirk and let him feel the rage bubbling inside you. You wanted him to know how angry you were, how hurt and betrayed you felt. At first he gripped you tighter, but eventually your emotions overwhelmed him and he had to let go, just so he didn’t have to feel them anymore.

You ripped your arm away the second he dropped it and continued towards your room. You threw the door open and slammed it behind you. You slumped to the floor and did something you had needed to do for weeks now. You screamed. You let all of it out. Your anger, your fear, your heartache. You screamed until your throat was raw and your head pounded.

When you were done you took a deep breath, picked your head up, and let the numb wash over you. You stripped out of your wet clothes and hoped into a warm shower. The whole time the only thought in your head was ‘Why?’

The next few hours passed in a blur. You managed to get out of the shower and get into bed, but you couldn’t sleep. Your adrenaline was pumping. You couldn’t convince your body you were safe enough to sleep. It remained in fight or flight. You sat there in silence hugging the pillow to your chest.

It was so quiet that the creek of the floorboards outside you room made you jump. “Y/n… I know you’re mad at me… but you still need to eat something.” You heard him shuffle around a bit. “I’ll just leave it out here by the door. I’ll be in my room….”

You didn’t move from your spot on the bed until you heard his door close across the hall. Part of you knew that you needed to eat. But a larger part of you just… couldn’t. You didn’t understand. The food was right there, you just needed to open the door. But for some reason you just couldn’t make yourself do it. So instead you rolled over and pulled out your journal.

There was something ironic about you didn’t really need it anymore, yet now was the time you were most desperate to write in it. So you did. You poured your thoughts out page after page. Everything you wanted to say to Dabi, everything you wanted to say to Katsuki, to Izuku, to Todoroki and Kirishima. You started writing down memories of what had happened to you, in as much gory detail as you could remember. You wrote and you wrote and hours passed as you hunched over your notebook just looking for the right words to take the pain away. What would it take? What did you need to do to make yourself feel better?

It wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that you realized how deep into it you were. “Y/n… Be mad at me all you want, but don’t take it out on yourself. You need to eat something. Please. I made lunch. I’ll leave it here.” You heard the scraping of a plate being put on the floor outside your room.

How was that man capable of being such a monster, and yet so soft? He literally tried to kill you and now here he is worrying over you because you’re not hungry? Funny how dying tends to fuck with a person’s appetite.

You began to really think about Dabi. His motivation in all of this, what did he gain from helping you? Was he just doing his little brother a favor? Sometimes he treated you like his bratty little sister, and then there were nights like last night… You felt your face heat at the memory of you riding his thigh. It had felt so right at the time, but now it makes your stomach twist.

“Y/N! Can you at least say something, so I know that you’re fucking alive?”

The audacity of this fucking man. He wants to make sure you’re alive… after he almost killed you….

You picked up a cup that had been sitting on your nightstand and threw it at the door. It shattered on impact and it had felt to fucking good. There, that should be enough confirmation for him.

“GOD DAMNIT! ENOUGH Y/N! I’ve let you have your pity party. I don’t care if you’re mad at me. I don’t care if you want to throw a fucking tantrum. But you WILL eat something. This is getting fucking ridiculous.”

You picked up the lamp and threw that next. It was sturdier than the cup had been, so it wasn’t as satisfying but it got your point across none the less.

“Y/n… open the door please. We can talk about this.”

He had to have known your door wasn’t locked. It was one of the laws. It was one of your laws. Yet he made no attempt to open it. He remained on the other side with your uneaten food.

“Well if that’s how you want to be then fine. I guess I’ll just have to sit here and talk to the door then.” You heard him slide down the door as he sat down, leaning against it. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I need you to know that. I need you to know that I realize how fucked up what I did was. I don’t want to make excuses, but I do want to explain. And I want to do it when you can look me in the eye, so you know I’m not lying.”

Again, he was met with radio silence. He sat there for a long time. Finally, after what felt like hours he stood up, “I guess I’ll go start dinner then…”

You looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see how late it was. Usually around this time you’d be finishing up with the pool, you cringed. Yeah safe to safe you won’t be getting back in, probably ever.

Dabi forced himself to leave your door, carrying your second uneaten meal of the day with him. He woke up his laptop and started up the video for today’s lesson for sign language. He watched it as he cooked, but he didn’t absorb anything. He was too focused on trying to find a way to fix this.

His hands kept clenching and unclenching. He knew what he needed to do. But it was going to suck. If it would get you to eat though then he didn’t care.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew you wouldn’t die from not eating for a day. He was more worried about the psychological part of it. When he got out of the league, he had started messing around this hot shrink. She had a real savior complex, but the one thing she got right about him was his need for control. After being abused for so long he had to have control over every situation. Which sometimes when he really felt helpless included his eating habits. When everything else felt out of control, at least he could control that. At least he could decide when and if he ate. He was nervous you were pulling the same shit. He didn’t want to see you waste away because you were desperate for something you could control.

He’d swallow his pride. He’d do this for you.

A knock on the door had you groaning.

“Hey dork. It’s me. Dabi called and said you weren’t feeling well. I made some spicy ramen with pork… You gonna let me in before it gets cold?”

You jumped to your feet and ran to the door. You cracked it open at first to make sure it really was Katsuki and that he was alone.

He smirked at you through the small gap, “Don’t worry he’s not with me, now let me in before I kick the door down.”

He opened it enough for Katsuki to enter and then quickly shut it again. He waited and followed you over to you bed and took a seat at the foot of it. “So, Scarface was a little vague on the details, but he said you were mad at him and refusing to eat.” He placed the warm bowl of ramen into your hands, “Want to talk about it?”

Your stomach started to rumble at the familiar smell of Katsuki’s cooking. You couldn’t deny yourself any longer. You took a huge bite and almost moaned at how good it tasted. You quickly took a few more bites before wiping you mouth on your sleeve and sighing. You needed to talk about it, but was Katsuki really the best option for that? The chances of him blowing up the house was pretty high.

You reached a hand out and put in on top of his and released a calming feeling. “Uh oh…must be bad you’re already trying to calm me down.”

You gave him a halfhearted smile, “Uh… well…” The sound of your own voice made your skin crawl. It sounded wrong, even though you were pretty sure that’s how it always sounded. It made you pause for a moment to collect yourself.

In that brief pause Katauki’s eyes almost bugged out of his head, “Wait a fuckin minute! You’re talking again? Since when? Holy shit!” You could feel his excitement bubbling up along with pride and admiration. It was sweet, and it gave you the boost you needed to keep going.

You played with a strand of your hair, “Since…. Now…. I guess.” You averted your eyes embarrassed, “Or well… since I… well I kind of drowned… briefly.” You looked back up and saw fire behind Katsuki’s eyes and anger was coming off of him in waves.

“And where was Dabi when this happened?”

You knew you were practically signing Dabi’s death certificate but telling Katsuki this, but you weren’t going to cover for him either. “He was there….”

Katsuki’s fist clenched, “Don’t tell me the bastard watched you almost die and didn’t help you.” You bit your lip. “Y/n… what are you not telling me?”

You put both hands on him now desperately trying to overwhelm him with calm emotions. “He was the one who held me under…”

His hands tore away from yours as they crackled with a very real threat of explosions. He stood and stomped towards your door, not even bothering to ask you to elaborate. You knew you needed to stop him, there was no scenario where this ended well for anyone. “Katsuki stop.” He ignored you as he reached for the door. “Katsuki… please.”

He froze with his hand hovering over the doorknob. His voice was dark and oddly low,“Y/n… there is nothing you could possibly say to me right now that would change my mind about killing the mother fucker.”

You couldn’t believe you were actually about to defend Dabi, but it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t at least tell Katsuki the whole story. “Even I told you he did so I could talk again?”

He turned to look at you and signed as he spoke, “I still don’t care! You were learning sign… you were communicating just fine.” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “Why was him drowning you even fucking necessary?”

Katsuki was starting to take that familiar condescending tone with you and you honestly were not in the mood for it. He had done this a million times growing up. He’d make up his mind about something and make you feel dumb until you agreed with him. “Look I’m not saying that what he did was right. I’m not saying I’m not furious with him. Me not speaking was because of some guys quirk.” You stood and made your way over to Katsuki and began pushing him away from the door. “Dabi knew the guy and said if my brain thought I was dying it would somehow reverse the quirks affects.”

He stopped walking and it was like pushing against a brick wall. “You could have fucking died y/n!”

“Do you think I DON’T KNOW THAT?” You pushed on him again, “Do you think I’ve just been sitting here all day twiddling my thumbs? Today has been fucking awful! I don’t need you to talk sense into me. I don’t need you to kick the shit out of Dabi. What I need if for you to just sit down with me, and just- just let me be. I don’t know!” You gave him one final hard shove which lead to him sitting back at the end of your bed.

His eyes were a mixture of sadness and hurt. “I’m not trying to make this harder on you, I promise. But he put your life at risk and that’s not just something I can just be okay with.” His hands reached up and cupped your cheeks and brushed away a tear you hadn’t even realized was there. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this yet, but I would kind of prefer you to stay alive… you aren’t allowed to die before me. Especially at the hands of some ugly sociopath.”

You leaned into his touch, “Please, for me. Just let it go for now. Let this be between me and Dabi. Be mad all you want, believe me I’m pissed, but you don’t need to get involved. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

He pulled you towards him and moved one hand to cradle the back of your head and pulled you into his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Only because you said please. But I hope you know this means I’m coming to check on you more often now.” His fingers carded through your hair. “Actually… if you’re not comfortable here anymore… You could always come stay with me.”

“I thought that was too dangerous, what with heroes and villains alike apparently looking for me.”

He chuckled, “I’d love to see someone try. They’d have to go through me.”

“Yeah, but you can’t always be around… you have a job to do. An important one.”

He gave a sad sigh as his grip on you loosened enough for you to pull back and look at him, “Yeah… I do.” There were a few tense moments when your eyes connected, and you could see the way his eyes drifted to your lips as he licked his own. Ever so slightly he started leaning in closer to you.

Your breath hitched in your chest, as your brain went a mile a minute. Sure, you always had a feeling things might end up this way between you and Katsuki. There was a time when you went to bed every night fantasizing about the moment he would finally break down and admit he liked you. You had known him since you were children and there was always this feeling that if ever given the opportunity the two of you would end up together. But, for some reason it felt… off.

You leaned your forehead against his. “I don’t think right now is the best time for this.” You watched his eyes close as he tried to school his emotions. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because believe me I’ve thought about it. But right now, my life is in shambles. It’s not your job to fix me. That’s my job. And I need you to let me do it. Okay? I need you to let me do this on my own.”

He groaned but nodded as he pulled his head away from yours. “I don’t like it, but I get that I have to respect it.” His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your thigh. “I don’t want you to have to do this alone. I’ve always… Fuck.” His cheeks tinted the lightest shade of red. “I can’t stand to watch you struggle. It sucks knowing you’re out here stuck with him, dealing with so much shit that you should never have to deal with.” He hung his head low, “I just wish I could fight your demons for you. I wish I could lock you away and keep you safe from all the evil of this world.”

You pulled his chin up to make him look at you. “Katsuki you have always been there for me. There hasn’t been many problems in my life that I haven’t solved leaning on you for help.” You saw a glimmer of pride in his eyes. “But this isn’t something you can punch away. It isn’t something you can yell at until it stops hurting. I have to do this on my own.”

Tension was thick in the air. You knew there was so much he wanted to say. You could tell he was ready to fight you on this. But he surprised you by nodding and untangling himself from you. “I need to get going. I have a lot of work to do.” You could see the subtle sting of rejection in his eyes but he quickly covered it with his trademark smirk. “You say you don’t want my help but I’m going to anyway. I’ll help by locking up every single shithead that anything to do with your kidnapping.” He stood up and gave you one more, quick hug. “And that’s a fucking promise.”

You followed him as he left your room, intent on walking him to the door. You wanted to make sure he actually left instead of picking a fight with Dabi. But luck never had been on your side. You exited the main hallway and Dabi was sitting in his normal recliner. He looked up eyes cold as they landed on Katsuki, much softer when they found yours. You tried to give Katsuki a push in the direction of the door, but he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Oi! When I gave you the fucking list of things to do to help her with her period, I don’t remember drowning her being on it!”

Dabi’s eyes returned to Katsuki’s agitated one and for a while you thought he wasn’t going to answer. “Did you get her to eat something?”

“Don’t avoid the subject. You’re fucking lucky she begged me not to hurt you. Otherwise your ass would be dead.”

You something like surprise flash in Dabi’s expression. “Bold of you to assume that I am the lucky one here. It seems to me she was just trying to protect her little pet Pomeranian from getting hurt.” He grinned at the way Katsuki’s hands popped in anger. “But thank you for getting her to eat. She had me worried.”Bakugo lunged at him but you quickly stepped in the way and put a hand on his chest. You looked him in the eyes shaking your head and have him a shove towards the door.

Dabi could feel his stomach sink at the fact that the only words he had heard you say was “fuck you” He knew you had been in your room chatting away with man boobs and it stressed him out. Even now you refused to speak in his presence, and it killed him. He was the reason you could speak again and yet you refused to speak to him. That idiot Bakugo had nothing to do with it and yet gets to reap the benefit of Dabi’s sacrifice.

Dabi’s blood began to boil. He knew Bakugo would never in a hundred years have the balls to do what he did. He wouldn’t have the nerve to go through with it. Dabi did what he did for you, even if you refused to see it that way. Does he hate that he had to do it? Yes. Is he sorry, of course. But does he regret it… not really.

He watched as you pushed until Bakugo was successfully out of the house. As soon as the door was closed you turned and started to run back towards your room “OH NO YOU DON’T!”

He stood up and chased after you. “We are talking about this weather you want to or not. You can’t hide from me forever. You can’t mope around all day, not eating and expect me to just let that go. Law number seven we eat three full meals a day!” He got to your door just in time for you to slam it in his face. He had been so patient with you today. Not once had he forced himself into your room even the door was unlocked. He respected the fact you needed space. However, when he reached down and noticed that you had locked the door, he didn’t feel so bad about what he was about to do.

“Law number six! No locked doors!” His pressed his palm flat against the wooden door and burned straight through it. He burned a hole big enough for him to reach his hand through and unlock it from the inside.

He carefully avoided all of the broken glass on the ground from earlier. And stomped over to where you were trying to ignore him. You went through your dresser, picking out what you planned to wear to bed. You took a step towards the bathroom, but he stepped in your way.

“Y/n. Can we please talk about this?” You tried to step around him, but he just moved to block you again. “FINE! We don’t have to talk about it, but you will listen to what I have to say!”

You crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly and avoided making eye contact with him.

“I know what I did sucked. But I HAD to DO IT!” His voice was steadily getting louder. “You had to think you were dying. What did you want me to do? Hold your hand, tell you everything was going to be fine, and then pretend to drown you? It wouldn’t have worked!” He leaned over you and grabbed your chin forcing you took look at him. “I knew you’d be mad. I knew it might fuck up all the progress we’ve made. But I did it anyway! I did it for you!”

You slapped his hand away. “You DID IT FOR ME!? YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!”

There it was. Your voice. It hit him like a truck and it was enough to spur him on. “Yes for you! So you could talk again! So you could start to take back what those fuckers took from you! I decided you liking me wasn’t as important as you being able to talk again. Go ahead and hate me, but I need you to understand why I did it! What I was willing to sacrifice!”

Your eyes bore into his and it honestly almost sent shivers down his spine. “I understand just fine! You see me as this sad little broken girl. You thought I was so broken that you were willing to risk my life to fix me. Let that sink in Dabi… you gambled with MY life. What the hell were you sacrificing?”

“YOU!” His voice dripped with emotion. “I was sacrificing any chance I had with you so that one day I could watch you take back your life and get revenge on the people who hurt you.” He ran a hand through his white hair. “I would literally burn every single one of those monsters and piss on their ashes if I thought it’d help. But I know it wouldn’t! That’s a privilege that only belongs to you and I’d do anything to be able to watch you do it. Because I know you’re not broken! You’re a badass who doesn’t need anyone’s help. You are one strong bitch!”

There was pain in his eyes “I didn’t gamble with your life y/n, because I was so sure I wouldn’t let anything happen to you I was so sure nothing would go wrong.” He reached a hand out to touch your cheek, and surprisingly you let him. “Go ahead and activate your quirk. Feel what I feel. Feel what it was like to think I killed you. Feel what it was like to think that I am the monster everyone thinks I am…”

You activated your quirk and was hit so hard with anguish that you practically choked. He was grieving, even now, and somewhere buried under all his pain was something else entirely. But you weren’t ready to address that. “I hate what I did to you, but I don’t regret it, because it worked. It made you stronger. And in this fucked up world, only the strong make it out alive. So yes, Y/n… I did it for you.”

You felt you heart pounding in your chest. This was either the most fucked up or romantic thing you had ever heard, and you couldn’t figure out which one it was. Your hand came up to his that was still on your cheek. For a while you just stood there. Absorbing each other’s presence, then out of nowhere his lips cashed to yours.

Some animalistic instinct took over as you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He leaned over cupping your ass in hands and picking you up until your legs wrapped around his waist.

His lips pulled away from yours to start kissing down your neck nipping at your ear before returning to your lips. You squealed when his hand lightly slapped at your ass.

He made his way to the bathroom and sat your ass on the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs as he pulled back to look at you. “Law number thirteen?”

Part of you wanted to say no. You were still furious with him, but all your brain could think about was the orgasm you had just from riding his thigh. Your body was aching to be touched and from the look he was giving you, he was aching to touch you.

You slid your hand under his shirt and so lightly he almost didn’t hear it you muttered, “please.”

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[angelhummel]

For the remake of the original show, you have been asked which plot you’d completely reverse and rewrite

1) Let Santana come out unforced in her chosen time

2) Let Kurt get into Nyada first time, and Rachel have to reapply

3) Finn generally

4) season 6

Which would you choose?

Okay well if I choose to fix 3 then 1 is automatically fixed so... Two birds one stone! I have to go with number 3

I mean full disclosure if it was just a remake then I wouldn't bother bc I probably wouldn't watch. The actors are the ones that made the show what it was tbh. Anyone else just couldn't do what they did. But if I were able to go back in time and somehow worm my way into the writers' room and RM actually gave a shit about what I had to say, then that's what I'd do!

After typing everything out... This has to be the most wordy rant I’ve ever written at once. What follows is literally 2250 words of pure uncut Finn hate. So please do not proceed if you know you don’t want to read that.

Finn is just such a fundamentally broken character. He was horribly written in canon. Worse than Rachel, and that's saying something. His whole being is one giant walking contradiction

He storms out of the club more often than Rachel does. He was forced to join before any of the other jocks, sure, but he was on the fence time and time again while Puck, Mike, and Matt already made their decision to join and stay. Yet he's constantly praised as the uniter of cliques, the first jock to cross the line and try glee, the one who made glee club "kind of cool"

They say he was the first jock to be nice to any of the "losers". When he was still willing to slushy Kurt in ep 8 - again, after the other jocks chose glee over football. Not to mention the actual slurs he used. Doesn't sound very nice to me

He was always insulting Rachel, even when he was sooo into her. CONSTANTLY telling her how crazy she was, giving her backhanded compliments, was at a complete loss to come up with something nice to say about her besides she's a good singer. No problem cheating on Quinn with Rachel. Even when he thinks Quinn is literally carrying his child, he's fine ogling Rachel right in front of her. And he had no problem leading Rachel on and letting her think she had a chance with him, just to manipulate her to rejoining the club for his own gain. That almost feels like giving Finn too much credit but. It did happen

He only manages to choose Rachel bc he learns Quinn was lying to him. Then the second he chooses Rachel, he gets bored of her and wants to go around with Santana and Brittany instead. He fucks Santana, then lies to Rachel about it for as long as he can manage

And god. Santana. He fucks her, tells her it didn't mean anything to him, then expects her to keep his mouth shut so he can keep lying to Rachel's face from now until infinity. Then flash forward a couple of years and he literally outs Santana. Not just to the whole school, but to the whole entire fucking state. And he's supposed to be the good guy in this situation bc he clumsily tries to make up for this horrible offense that was 1000% avoidable, and entirely his fault in the first place

AND HE TELLS HER SHE MEANS SOMETHING TO HIM BC SHE WAS HIS FIRST. Absolutely NO other reason comes to mind, just that his penis was in her vagina in sophomore year. And that's why he doesn't want her to kill herself. It's been almost exactly a decade since that, and I'm still in complete fucking disbelief. And then he's hailed as the hero for singing the most offensive song on the entire show to "help Santana accept herself" or whatever bullshit they tried to spin. Seriously, I'd rather listen to Mr. Schue sing La Cucaracha on a loop for three hours than try to get through Finn singing Girls Just Want To Have Fun even one fucking time

And back to Finchel bc I'm not fucking done with them. He is the worst boyfriend in the entire fucking world. He shows time and time again that he knows so little about Rachel. He feeds her meat bc he forgets she's a vegan. She literally gives him a list of things she wants for Christmas (which was stupid anyway but) and he gives her a fucking pig when 1) vegan, again, and 2) she's Jewish and pork isn't kosher. Double whammy

And the way he gets offended that she won't consider what he wants to do with his future. When she's been dreaming of NY and Broadway practically her whole life, whereas he just thought of LA like five minutes ago. And now she's the unreasonable one for not wanting to give up her dreams for that? Ok buddy...

And this is all s3, supposedly the middle part of their epic romance. When Rachel loses her virginity to him. Bc her pussy is a consolation prize for being passed over by the football recruiter. And when Finn proposes to her. Bc he literally thinks he has nothing else going for him so he might as well have a wife. And Rachel only accepts bc she thinks she won't get into NYADA and she'd rather have a husband than nothing. And then the second she gets accepted to NYADA she's like "oh right, Finn..."

And then he makes a huge life changing decision for her on his own, without her input. It was the right decision, but she still deserved a say in her own fucking future. He forces her onto a train to NY and then drops all contact with her FOR MONTHS. And then he shows up in NY expecting to just pick up where they left off! He's pissed to see her with someone new! And she straight up tells him (and us) that she HATED him for what he did to her! And I don't blame her. How can you??

Finchel was never a good couple. In the first two seasons, it was all cheating and lying and indecision. In s3 it only calmed down bc all the outside forces left them alone. They had nothing to do with Quinn, Santana, Puck, or Jesse. All the turmoil was coming from the two of them. They never agreed on anything. Even every one of their so called amazing romantic gestures was tainted by something foul. Consolation pussy, marriage as a fallback, etc

And god. Don't get me started on Finn's horrible violent streak. You already know how I feel about this. In the best case scenario, he's kicking and screaming and throwing furniture around. Worst case, he's assaulting people left and right. He beats Puck up twice, constantly trying to fight with Sam, with Jesse, even with poor sweet Joe who's honestly too dumb to be mad at

In s3 he comes close to assaulting Quinn at prom. She's been in a fucking wheelchair for months and he sees her walk two feet and automatically assumes she's been lying about everything and can walk perfectly fine without any assistance. So he causes a scene in front of the whole school, calling her crazy (bc that's the only way Finn can describe women), SCREAMING at her, and grabbing at her like he's trying to pull her out of her chair! That is literal psycho behavior, I don't care how you try to slice it

The Brody fight. I know I don't have to say it. But lurking in a hotel room in order to jump a sex worker is also psycho behavior. I hate him for that. And then bc it's Finn, he's praised as the good guy and Rachel is flattered he did that for her. To "defend her honor". Whereas irl she'd probably be taking out a restraining order on his crazy ass

And then he fucking dies. And he apparently ascends to sainthood. I know it was a tragedy what happened, but oh my god. It makes me sick how they treated this character after he died. There was never so much bullshit spewed on the show than any time they talked about Finn in the later seasons

He sought out Sam in order to find someone worthy to take over the club for him when he graduated. What?! That is the funniest fucking thing Glee ever wrote. He did the same thing with Rory, going up to the new guy and being like "I'm the quarterback :) That makes me very cool!" to try and get them to do what he wants. Like trying his damnedest to keep Sam from singing with Kurt even tho Sam was totally cool about it and also not homophobic. And then Sam gets quarterback and Finn definitely stops trying to recruit him lol. And then they fight off and on for the rest of s2 basically. So yeah. That was certainly a selfless and altruistic mission for Finn

He didn't bother with Blaine in s3 bc he knew there was no point in even trying to manipulate Blaine. He might be the new guy at McKinley, but he was already wise to Finn’s bullshit thanks to Kurt. So instead he just acted antagonistic towards Blaine from the start. Blaine literally only opened his mouth to agree with something Finn said, and Finn is already jumping on him, telling him "this isn't the warblers we don't wear blazers here we're a team" while still holding onto his leader position with an iron fucking fist

He literally intentionally tried to get under Blaine's skin by getting his hopes up for the number in 3x06. He says "let's give the solo to the new guy" and Blaine smiles like he means him. And Finn literally looks right at Blaine when he says "Rory". For what. But of course Blaine turns right around and is like "you can do it, rory!" bc Blaine is classy and not a fucking antagonistic moron

Honestly Finn's beef with Blaine is one of the most insulting. I mean there's no excuse for his behavior towards anyone. But even if you tried your damnedest to excuse him (and plenty of people do) then it's like. "Oh Kurt was coming on too strong" "Oh Quinn and Puck lied to him" "Oh Rachel is annoying and I hate her and she deserves all the bad things" but with Blaine it's literally like. He's the new guy that Finn can't keep under his thumb so he's not even going to pretend to tolerate him. He literally says "I was kind of jealous. Your talent freaked me out" and so that's why he's been acting like such a cunt for two months. And of course the show paints that as totally valid and now it's okay and he and Blaine are besties they even fist bump <3 Like give me a fucking break. It makes me sick. I block every single Flaine gifset I have the misfortune of seeing on my dash

I'm sure there are so many other specifics I didn't cover but I probably have covered them at some point or another in another long anti Finn rant on my blog. Literally everything about his character is handled poorly. Glee shows us time and time again that he's an angry, rude, petty, vindictive asshole with a violent temper who acts impulsively and cares about no one but himself. But they tell us he's a fearless leader, selfless, kind, generous, altruistic, nurturing, and an all around great guy! So which one would you believe?? I know my answer!

I honestly don't know what I'd do to change him. The devil in me says to just take him out completely. The show would instantly improve. Glee is supposed to be about the underdogs. We don't need a six season through line about how the minority kids need to open their hearts and minds to accept and follow the lead of the cishet white male jock

I understand focusing on him in s1. Like I said about Mr. Schue earlier, he's one of our original main characters. And he projects all his childhood missed opportunity bullshit onto Finn. So of course we'd see more of him through Will's eyes. But holy shit. Put him in the background of s2 and beyond

By the end of s1 he did about everything he had to do at least once. I get so fucking tired seeing him have to go through the same bullshit and learn the same lessons over and over again. I don't want to see him be a bigot just to be hailed as the hero five minutes later bc he did the bare minimum to fix his own horrendous fuck up. Same with his bullshit relationship drama. Oh he cheated? Oh he lied? Again? Groundbreaking. I'm on the edge of my seat! What'll he do next?? Oh, more of the same? Ok...

Honestly Finn is one of my least favorite parts of the whole show. I can't even imagine how amazing Glee would be if it didn't rely so heavily on being tethered to this one horrible little boy. If the entire show didn't act like it hinged on the super hero Finn who can do no wrong and is the fucking king saint god of the entire universe. If the show was even half as much up Finn's ass, if he just got fairly reprimanded for the bullshit he did... It would instantly be SUCH an improvement

Obviously every character on this show has their problems. But Finn is the worst of the worst of the worst. Nothing about him makes sense. The character is fucking rotted from the inside out. Like I said, every single tiny thing we're shown vs told is a contradiction. If you just went by word of mouth, Finn would sound fucking amazing! But I have eyes and ears and a brain, so I can see what Finn does and hear the things he actually says. And I know that the Finn we're told about, and the Finn we see, have absolutely zero overlap. And that's why his character is the bottom of the fucking barrel :)

So yeah that's what I'd fix about Glee if I had the power to fix one thing. Thanks for the ask babe! xx

[thisisgonnafuxkinkillme]

Pro Heros Find You Crying

Warnings: tw for body image, mentions of death of pets

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

You were home, alone, when you found out. It wasn’t a particularly big issue, and it wasn’t something that someone else would necessarily care about, but to you, this was the final straw. 

An actor from your childhood, someone who you watched constantly as a child, someone who, albeit from a screen, saw you grow up, passed away. You never got to even meet him in person. The closest you’ve ever gotten was him noticing your comment on a livestream of 12 other people, and smiling.

You never got to thank him. For everything he’d done for you. 

Tears fell from your eyes uncontrollably, dripping from your eyelashes and dropping onto the floor, your clothes, the keyboard. 

Soon, though, you felt dreaded sobs making their way from your core all the way through your vocal cords. They shook your body like an earthquake. Sobs don’t care what they break inside you. They just need to get out.

What no one else would understand about this, though, was that your tears weren’t just being spilled for the actor you never got to thank. No, these represent so much more.

Your childhood is officially gone.

Just as that actor will be grieved, buried, and will rot in the ground with dusty fake flowers above his grave, your childhood will be filled with maggots and worms.

The thing about childhoods, though, is that they still live inside you, even when they’re over.

You always found this fact a cruel one. Even now, you could feel the worms burrowing into your childhood, eating away and destroying all the memories you’ve tried so hard to keep in tact for all these years. 

You sobbed for him, yes. But you were still grieving your loss as well.

Cold, bony fingers met your shoulder. You jumped, yelping at the sudden touch.

“What?! What do you want?!” you screamed. You aren’t usually this ornery, but the embarrasment of being this upset over something so menial, plus the shock of someone else being home with you, caused you to snap.

"What happened?" He gently asked. He met your seemingly angry tone with nothing but pure kindness and sympathy.

"I-I'm so sorry, Toshi...I didn't mean-"

"I know, pumpkin. I know."

He took you in his arms, pulling you towards him.

In between sobs, you explained what happened.

"oh...I see... That does sound like a lot for you to be dealing with."

He stroked your tear stained cheek.

“But...I hope you know that just because you’re older, it doesn’t mean that you’re not allowed to be a kid sometimes. You can still get excited over stuff, and cry over things that seem silly, and have wonder about new things. As long as you keep a piece of your childhood with you, you never have to say goodbye.”

Once you calmed down, he took you out for ice cream: something you haven’t done since you were barely 10 years old. 

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

You quickly clicked your heels into the staff restroom, closing the door behind you and shakily letting out a sigh of relief. You knew you didn’t have much time left before the tears started coming once you got that text, so you decided it’d be best for you to go ahead and have another teacher deal with your class for a few minutes while you let yourself deal with this, alone.

You re-read the text one more time. Maybe it wasn’t what you thought it was.

Y/n... I’m so sorry, but your dog was put to sleep today. 

You shook your head. No, maybe she meant to say that he was taking a nap. Maybe he was still waiting for you, at home, in his little bed...

A sob escaped before you had the chance to control it as you pictured his little black and white face peacefully sleeping on his doggie bed. 

You had that dog for years. He’d been there for you when no one else had, and though he couldn’t speak, you always knew he silently understood what you needed when you needed it.

Now, he was gone.

You covered your mouth, trying your best to supress the sounds of sorrow escaping your lips. Maybe, you thought, if I don’t acknowledge it, it’s not real.

But deep down, you know that’s not true. 

The door to the staff bathroom begins to creak open. 

“Hey, someone’s in here!” you croak out, the tears were even audible in your voice.

“Yeah, and now I’m in here too,” the teacher replied, shutting and locking the door behind him. Something you had forgotten to do.

It was Aizawa, the very teacher you had just asked to watch your students ‘for a moment’.

Before you could ask about them, he mentioned, “They’re fine. I put on a movie for em... but you, on the other hand, are certainly not.”

He took his place next to you on the dirty tile floor of the school restroom, against one wall. He handed you a tissue, noting but not mentioning the fact that you were a mess of tears, ruined makeup, and snot. You gladly accepted, blowing your nose.

Neither of you said much for a good five minutes. You forced yourself to calm down, as to not embarrass yourself in front of him, but the tears were still there, festering below the surface.

“So, what’s got you so upset?” 

That little question was all it took for you to break. You tried, unsuccessfully, to say it. The three little words, “My dog died,” but no matter how much you strained, all that came out was a mess of choked up sobs.

You shakily handed him your phone. His eyes darted to the text, and he instantly understood. 

Aizawa was not one for any physical touching, ever. Even though you had been dating him, he still never really enjoyed holding hands, hugging, or anything like that. 

Today, however, was a totally different situation. He turned to you, opening his arms wide, gesturing for you to ‘come here’.

But you didn’t need anything more. 

You did, and he silently cradled you, rubbing your hair. 

Truthfully, he didn’t know exactly what to say. What could you say? 

Once you began to calm down, he stroked your jaw lightly.

“What was his name?”

“...Theo.” you answered plainly. 

“You loved Theo a lot, didn’t you?” 

You nodded.

“You know, what’s so funny about losing a pet is that...it’s incredibly hard,” he sighed, “Even harder than losing humans.”

Aizawa continued, “It’s because we don’t have anything to gain from lying about loving them. We just do. Animals love their owners completely unconditionally, never needing any reassurance that you love them back a hundred times over. That’s not something that many humans have.”

You nodded.

“ I just hope you know that...you did your best for him. He couldn’t have ever asked for a better owner to share his life with. You did good, y/n,” he whispered. You shot him a shaky smile. Really, your heart was aching more now than ever. 

“You don’t have to do all that. I know you’re not doing well, still. Please, go ahead and go home for the day. I can take on your class, no problem,” he assured.

“...can you...come over after work?” you asked. He nodded.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum

It’s been almost a year since this pandemic began. You wonder to yourself, how long can that be an excuse for you? 

You had gained weight. A lot of it. You suffer from secret binge eating, indulging yourself greedily in all your favorite comfort foods. Usually, you did this at night, which worked out even better for you, since your boyfriend usually had night watch and was not at home. 

Stretch marks were always a normal sight for you, ever since you hit puberty, but the ones on your stomach have started to move upwards, like vines trying to find the sun. They stared back at you in shades of purples, pinks, and browns. 

You ran your fingers over your now bumpy skin.

Other girls don’t look like this. Other girls are happy with a miniature bowl of oatmeal for breakfast, a granola bar for lunch, and maybe a tiny serving of pasta for dinner. They are the beautiful ones. They must be happy, right?

Your fingers unrelentlessly pinch and pull at your stomach, your thighs, your love handles. All fat.

Each tiny action reminded your body that you hated it. 

Did you even ever love your body? Even when you were ‘skinny’? 

Your eyes met with your face, staring back at you in your mirror. You saw flashes of the girl you once were, tiny memories of a once happy girl.

You couldn’t hold back the wail of grief that racked your whole body. You turned away from the mirror, curling up on your floor. 

That wasn’t any better.

The remanants of last night’s binge surrounded you. Wrappers from your favorite ice cream bar, discarded chip bags, and candy containers scattered your floor.

You suddenly remembered that he’d be home soon, and scrambled to collect all the evidence through your blurry eyes.

Each piece of trash reminded you of your failure, your lack of self control. Your uselessness.

You sobbed harder. 

“Y/n, darling, I’m home!” that peppy, familiar voice announced from the entranceway. You took a deep breath, scooting all the trash under your bed and wiping your face.

You greeted him, a faux smile plastered on your face.

He began to speak, but when he got a good look at you, he paused.

“What happened here, sweetie?” he asked, touching your face. His hand was chilled from the outside air.

“N-nothing. I’m fine,” you lied, forcing the smile a little more.

He squinted his eyes, sitting down at the kitchen table. 

“Go ahead an’ tell me what’s going on with ya,” he offered, patting one knee.

“Baby, it’s nothing. You need to go to bed, I know you’re probably exhausted.”

“The only thing exhausting me right now is you. I’ll go to the bedroom if that’s whatcha want, but I’m not goin to bed until you tell me what’s wrong.” 

Fatgum made his way into the bedroom, quickly slipping into his house clothes before sliding into the bed you both shared.

Before you could join him, he paused, adjusting himself.

He then pulled out a popsicle stick that you neglected to remove from the bed when you made it this morning. At the sight of it, you turned away from him and covered your face.

He was now wholly confused, but ready to deal with whatever it was that was upsetting you. He reached out, pulling you to him. You wanted to protest, but you couldn’t find the strength to anymore.

He rubbed your back in small circles, cooing, “let it out, babydoll...that’s it, good...”

Once you had calmed down quite a bit, he tilted your chin up towards his face, making you make eye contact.

“What have you been hiding from me, love?” he delicately questioned.

You said nothing, but slid out the pile of trash from the night before.

“This...is from last night,” you stated plainly.

You tensed your body, ready for the ridicule, the mocking, the ‘i’m just concerned for your health’ comments. 

You looked up, to see if he could actually see what you’d just shown him. He did. His eyes were dewy yet understanding.

He stood up, placing his arm around you and pulling you towards him.

“I understand,” he whispered into your ear. You clenched your fist.

“No. You can’t understand.” 

You looked up at him, with now angered eyes.

“You’ll never understand, Tai. Never.”

“What do you-”

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO STAY FAT FOREVER! I DO!” you screeched, covering your face. You never yelled at him before, or anyone else for that matter. But this issue you’ve been dealing with was one that no one ever saw from you. It was a raw, bleeding subject, one that you felt as if you’ve just poured a great deal of salt on.

“Darling...” he whispered, pulling you close to him, “What’s wrong with being fat, honey?” 

“Are you kidding?” you spat, “I don’t look good like this, Tai. I don’t fit into my clothes anymore, I-”

“Number one, you most certainly do look good like anything. Number two, I will buy you new clothes.”

You were starting to get frustrated.

“Tai! I’m telling you, I fucking hate myself, okay? I hate my body! And, sometimes, I hate you for pretending to love something that I know you hate, too!”

He pulled you away from him, looking you in the eye. He was serious now.

“Don’t you be puttin words in my mouth. I have never ever, not even once thought about hating you or your body,”

“That’s a lie, Tai! How could you ever love me when I look like this?”

“How could you ever love me when I look like this?” he retorted, gesturing to his fat form. 

You gasped. You didn’t really have an answer.

He knew you wouldn’t, either.

“So, now tell me, y/n... what’s so wrong about being fat?”

You clung to him, apologizing in between sobs.

He hushed you, cooing,” There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, it’s okay. I love you, sweetie.”

You sniffed, “I love you, too.”

[kanene-yaaay]

5+1 - [Part 2]

5 times Iida was tickled and the one he wasn’t

[PART ONE]

Kanene’s note: What a helloooo! I am baack! Gosh, look at me! Having a posting schedule! Who would say, huh? xDD Well, I hope you like this >u<

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Iida with Ler!Aizawa and Nemuri sprinkling some tease here and there. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.500 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Look at the window and find something that is worth smiling for. Don’t forget to drink water, sleep and eat! <33

[~*~]

“Iida Tenya.”

 “Ooooh noo,” Nemuri added from the spot on the floor where she sat, pampering and spoiling Shouta’s cats with plenty of snacks, a sharp grin gleaming at the boy who came running from the kitchen and now looked from a side to another with a panicked expression on his face, fast to move his arms in an ‘abort mission’ sign to the woman. “Looks like someone is in trouble! ~”

 “Nemuri-san, please I ask for you to control your voice!!” Tenya whispered in a volume that most people would categorize as a shout, especially with Shouta’s hero trained hearing. Nemuri, though, just expanded her wicked grin as the nine old boy didn’t realize the dark figure arriving right behind him. “He can’t know I am here!”

 “Aw, my dear,” she pouted in fake empathy at Iida’s inevitable fate, scratching Pudding under her chin, her loud motor like purring echoing in the silence. “But Shouta already knows.” Iida stilled as a statue when a shadow loomed over him, starting to turn around, slowly. “He always knows.”

 “Gotcha.”

His quirk activated a second before Aizawa erased it with his own, making the blue haired one stumble on his own legs, almost falling on the ground if it wasn’t for the arms that grabbed him in a firm hug, fingers worming their way to his armpits, prodding and digging on the awfully ticklish flesh there.

 “What,” Shouta started, with a tune that tipped on bored, his plain face contrasting to the smaller’s puffed cheeks as he wiggled and shook with the contained giggles. “Did I say about my orange flavored jelly packs, huh?”

 “Aww, is the itsy bitsy Tenya ticklish? Can’t he take all the tickly-tickly-tickly tickles his favorite grumpy uncle gives to him? Huh? Aww, my poor ticklish boy.” Nemuri teased, ignoring the glare her friend sent on her direction in favor to stare at Tenya, who went redder at her words, a couple of squeaky snorts escaping from his lips.

 “I will remind you what I said about eating my jellies without permission: don’t. Never. Do not look. Do not touch and especially, do not even think about eating it.” Aizawa highlighted the last phrase by blowing a raspberry right behind Iida’s neck, leading the boy to squeal, uncontrolled laughter following it almost immediately. The taller man did his best to keep a serious face, principally as the arms of his ‘victim’ rocked up and down, from the left to the right and in random patterns without even being able to get themselves enough control to attempt to stop him. “And you did, so now you will face the consequences. It’s only logical.”

 “A-Aizahahazawa-san I, I cahahahAAH!” Shout cut the other’s protest by throwing him in the air, resting his hands on his sides when he caught him again, slightly clawing his stomach with his fingers, fishing uncontrollable, bubbly giggles from him. “Please, please! I can-'' Snort. “I can ehehexplain!” Yelp. Half words, Half pleas. Giggles. Giggles. Giggles. “I hahahave the right, Aizawa-sahahahan!”

 Shouta contented himself in making the younger squirm – left, right, left, left, right and repeat – from a side to another by tapping his fingers on his sides repeatedly, sometimes giving a quick scratch only to gain another yelp, pretending to think about the proposal for a little less than a minute.

 “No.” He decided, spidering his fingers merciless on the death spot. Iida threw his head back, crackles flying from him in a waterfall of shrieks and squeaks.

 “Come one, Shou! Let the boy speak! As much I love this lovely, absolutely adorable laughter that makes you want to tickle and tickle him forever and ever, and aww, wouldn’t you love it, my dear? To get all the tiggles-tickles you could ever want for all eternity?” Iida kicked and shook his head in protest, more pleas falling from him, face and neck in flames. “I think he has the right to defend himself.”

 “Which side are you?”

 “No side deserves my awesome presence.” Aizawa rolled his eyes. “What is the matter, Shou? Afraid that you will lose in a logical battle with baby Tenya?”

 “Ihihihi am NOT ahahaha baby!!” Iida protested through his hysterical laughter, nothing giving him more strength than correct factually incorrect statements. “I ahahahaham a very hehehealthy chihihihih- – No! Not there! – chihihihild! Mom said so!”

 Nemuri hid her snickers behind her hands, receiving a very unamused yowl from Pudding, the cat demanding her to come back to her ear scritches immediately. The woman resumed to her wishes.

Shouta recognized a bait when he heard one, but watching the way tears started to appear in the corner of the younger’s eyes, he decided to bite it.

 He adjusted him so the boy would be resting on his hips, his hand resting calmly on his ribs, a much less ticklish spot.

 “You have fifty seconds.”

 “WHAT!” Iida stared at him in disbelief, turning to look at Kayama in the search of reinforcements, and being gifted with nothing more than a joyful shrug, his brother’s best friend being very glad in just watch the chaos unraveling in front of her and, unnoticed by the other two who were caught up on the silliness, the camera carefully hidden behind Pudding’s fluffy form. “That ihihisn’t even a minute! It’s impossiblehe to mahahake a good defehense under this condici- conditionaries… undeheher that pressure!”  

 “Conditions.” Aizawa offered, “and heroes work under pressure. You want to be one when you grow up, right?”

 “Yes!” Iida’s smile got even bigger than it already was, his eyes also becoming even brighter, shining with the determination of his new challenge.

 “Good,” the tired adult smirked, starting to count with his fingers as the seconds went by. “Start to talk then.”

 Tenya tried to clear his mind, together with keeping his resolve strong enough to not visibly squirm or titter every time Aizawa made any infinitesimal move. He never thought he would really be able to convince his uncle to let him make a true attempt to escape from this, therefore he didn’t possess any good enough reason to explain besides the ‘it was orange flavored and oranges are delicious!’

 A sentence pulled him out of the frenzy of thoughts dashing on his brain at full speed. “You have twelve seconds now.”

 “WHAT!” Tenya cried, seriously thinking about just pushing Shouta’s arms away and trying to run to the safety of the guest room.

 “You seem to have a problem keeping track of the time.” The small kid nodded at his direction and Aizawa almost felt bad by his next move.

 Almost.

 “Let me help you, then.”

 The underground hero poked an index finger on the lowest rib, vibrating on the sensitive spot for a few pieces of second, tearing a sputtering guffaw as Iida realized the true meaning of his words. “One.” He pressed another rib, and another, and another. “Two. Three. Four…”

 “Noho! Wait! Wait!!”

 “Five… Six. Seven…”

 “Oops. It looks like you’re running out of time, sweetheart.” Nemuri added, unhelpfully. “Well, let’s just hope the mean Shouta won’t attack those awfully ticklish knees of yours when the time is over, right?”

 “NOHOT MY KNEHES!”

 “Good luck. Ten. Eleven. Twel-”

 “YOULIED!”

 Aizawa stopped.

 “What?” He blinked one, two, three times. As if the meaning of the rushed words would become clearer. “No. I hid it and I was very clear in saying you couldn’t touch it. There is no lie here.”

 “There is! A lie of omiz-” Iida closed his eyes, concentrating on the word and controlling the few giggles that still slipped from his mouth. He wanted to be a hero and heroes succeed through the pressure! “omission! Which means hiding! You hid the information so you were lying to me, so I… I… I taught you a lesson!”

 They stared at each other for what seemed a lifetime.

 Aizawa huffed a chuckle, lowering the boy to the ground, trying to not be blinded by the excitement and proudness exhaling from the younger when he realized that he succeeded in “logicing” his way out of the playful “punishment”, beaming on the ball of his feet at both adults.

 “Good. In a fight, using your opponents’ words against them can be an important tool. Also, as a physical opening, don’t forget that I was carrying you, which means that if you hit the back of my knees hard enough I would weaken my grip and that would give you the opportunity to run. I would try to not hurt you when I fell, so that is also a weakness you could exploit.” After a thought, he added. “Try to do that the next time Hizashi tickles you.”

 “You are a bastard.” Kayama replied, earning an exasperated gasp from Tenya. “Not you, dear. I am talking about Shouta.” That did nothing to alleviate the boy’s rebellion, his lecture of how ‘This isn’t the proper vocabulary of a hero’ was soon interrupted as the apartment door flew open, Ingenium walking through it. He immediately extended his arms, hugging his brother when the aforementioned jumped on him, part of the exhaustion of a day’s work being eased by the younger attics.

 “Tensei! Tensei! I already did all my homework and I brushed my teeth and I played with the cats so they would not be sad or bored and I ate all my greenies and also-”

 “-ate all my orange jelly packs.” Aizawa completed.

 “And Aizawa-san tickled me because of it! Using very villainous techniques even though he is a very good and skilled hero! But then I won! I showed him logic and, and, and then he let me go!”

 “Oof, that sounds like a very exciting day!” Tensei ruffled the boy’s hair, fondness dripping in waves from his acts and words. “But you don’t need to worry anymore about Shouta, the Grumpy Tickle Monster because now I am here!” Tensei posed in a poor representation of All Might's usual pose. “Ready to protect you!”

 “Oh.” A dangerous tune marked Shouta’s grin and voice, making the blue haired hero to shiver with all the teenagerhood memories that this brought over. “Don’t get over yourself, assuming you’re out of danger, too.”

 A wobbly smile took over Tensei's expression as Shouta cracked his knuckles, preparing himself for a chase. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly who told him where I hid my jelly packs.” The older Iida got his younger brother on his arms, flexing his legs, preparing to not give up so easily.

 Aizawa decided he was feeling merciful today.

“You have three seconds.” Iida gasped in protest, an argument on the tip of his tongue. “Run.”

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

finds untrue / the echo of your own voice in your ears

Title taken from the poem Cast Off by Belle Randall.

Prompt: Imposter Syndrome

TMNT 2012.

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

(tw hallucinations, unreliable narrator, body horror, discussions of family dysfunction, self-doubt, imposter syndrome, mental health issues, nightmares, violent threats, self-esteem issues, unreality, kind of experimental)

You’re a liar, Leo.

You’re lying right now, aren’t you? Look at you in that bed, pretending you don’t see us in the corners of your room. Pretending you don’t see us coming closer, closer, our feet so quiet on the bedroom floor.

What? You think that we can’t be your brothers, just because we’ve got worms coming out of our mouths and maggots in our eyes, just because we’ve got open seams where blood drips through? Pretty narrow-minded of you, bro.

And don’t blame it on the fungus, either. Just because the things it shows aren’t always real doesn’t keep them from being true. And the truth is so ugly, bro; why else would you keep running from it?

I’m not running, you whimper, but you run every day, don’t you? Run and hide and put on a show, do everything you can to manipulate the people you love. Anything to keep them from seeing how very useless you are, how little of a clue you have about what you’re doing.

Yes, you’re a fraud, Leo. A child playing dress-up as a hero, tricking everybody into thinking they can rely on you, that you have a fraction of what it takes. You take credit for victories that you know damn well were more about luck than anything else, putting our safety on the line for your ego.

Let’s be honest, why should we put our lives in your hands? You’re not especially clever, or strong, or talented. You trained your ass off for years, more than any of us, and you still barely break even.

Face it, Lame-nardo, we’ve a spark that you don’t have, never had, and you know it. You’ve always known how fucking useless you were, even when you tried to conceal it from us.

I killed Humongous, you protest. So what? You couldn’t stop that goddamn fungus from traumatizing everybody, could you? What happened today should be enough for you to step down as leader, but you won’t.

No, you’re going to keep on your merry way, messing with everybody’s heads, and see this? See our jaws detach, our rotting bones poke through our skin, our cold cold fingers? This is what happens because of that, because of you.

Of course, even if you did step down, it’d be too late. You’ve messed with our heads to the point that we’ve forgotten how to function without you—like that time Raph tried to take over while you were off gallivanting with the enemy. He could have done it better than you, you know he could have, but even he couldn’t fix the mess you’d made of your team in the time that he had.

You’ve got tears in your eyes—good, finally—but you’re shaking your head. Why? Oh, you’re thinking of Splinter. Daddy patted you on the head and told you that you were worthy, and you ate that shit up with a spoon, didn’t you? Ha.

Truth is, the only one reason Sensei looked twice at your worthless ass is that he needed someone to be his little Miwa point two, his heir, somebody to kiss his tail and treat his words like gospel. And you fit the bill, if only because you were desperate to keep him and the others from realizing what a pathetic little freak you are?

But now the original model is coming back, isn’t she? Miwa’s alive, and she’s everything you’re not: strong, smart, determined. She doesn’t flail around pulling stupid plans out of her ass.

Splinter’s going to get her back or die trying, and then where will you be, Leo? In the fucking garbage where you belong, although knowing you’ll probably drag everyone with you while you’re at it.

Aw, look at those big sad eyes. Boo hoo, baby’s finally figured he’s not the center of the fucking world. Took you long enough.

It’s not like it’s such a surprise, is it? Splinter told you himself—the only use you have for this family is when you fuck up so completely you actually end up doing some good. Like that day in the Technodrome, remember?

That was a good day, wasn’t it? You still get nightmares, although you’re at least mature enough not to come blubbering to us about them. Letting all that dark, ugly water crash over you...it was the day you finally stopped fucking around enough to do something of use.

And then you had to ruin it. Climbing up out of that water, crawling back into our lives like the parasite you are. You could us saved us from this, from the fucking nightmare in shining armor called Hamato Leonardo, but you couldn’t be bothered.

So maybe….maybe we’ll have to do it ourselves. Huh. What d’you think of that?

You shrink back as we draw near, but you don’t try and fight. Is it fear? Or perhaps this is what you’ve always known needed to happen, deep down, even if it took a fucking fungus to confront it. If you love us, Leo, you’ll let us happen.

And perhaps you do love us, Leo, in his own selfish little way. Because you lie still as we put our stinking hands on you, still as we dig our icy fingers into your flesh. We don’t disgust you as much as you disgust yourself.

Come on, Leo. Death and betrayal have made us strong. Feel us as we grab on and pull, hard enough to rip and tear, break you into enough pieces that you’ll never have to hurt us again—

Leo!

Leo! Leo, stop the fucking screaming, it’s us!

Shhhh, it’s okay, you’re safe, it was just a dream. Just a nightmare. You’re safe.

Sorry? The hell do you have to be sorry for?

Stop babbling and breathe, okay? You’re fine.

You’re fine, Leo. Just hold onto him, okay? Let us help you like you help us.

Take deep breaths. That’s all you need, deep breaths.

It’s all right, we’re here. We love you.

Breathe.

[itsclydebitches]

There seems to be no middle ground with RWBY+, they trust you or they don’t. Some have no chance to “earn” it, but others don’t do anything to gain it. James should’ve earned it a hundred times over. He did so much but it wasn’t enough. What did Robyn do? She tried to attack Ruby and was only stopped by Penny. After that? Yang trusts the woman who almost hurt her sister over the man who gave her an arm, then blamed Ruby. Any wonder I hate these characters so much?

The frustrating thing is that I think I can see what RT was going for. Frustrating because it's the reading most of the fandom falls back on, despite the fact that the show... never actually wrote that story. In short, it's the belief that there's established good and bad in this world and we have a responsibility to uphold the former regardless of personal trust. So if a friend of mine is, say, being a racist asshole and a stranger is not, I have a moral responsibility to side with the stranger, despite the fact that I don't know them, technically can't trust them on other matters, and have little to no emotional investment in them as an individual. You need to take the side of what's right, no matter how hard that is. It's why we get so many heroes facing off against former friends and mentors. "You'd really betray me for them?" they say, pointing to the sidekick our hero only met at the start of the story, maybe a couple months ago in-world. "Yeah," they reply. "Because they're not trying to kill everyone." Basic humanity trumps long-term relationships.

That, as far as I can tell, seems to be the basic setup that RWBY was going for: Robyn may be a stranger, but she's the Good Person sticking up for Mantle, whereas Ironwood may be an ally and friend, but he's also the Bad Person hurting Mantle. Ergo, aligning with Robyn wins out, no matter that she's a stranger and Ironwood an ally. That's likewise why fans are so quick to dismiss evidence of Ironwood's good nature. Things like Yang's arm or the licenses aren't accepted as evidence for why the group should have started with more trust in him, they're reframed as excuses for why critics supposedly want to overlook his presumed, horrific nature �� something that the story later made real with him shooting Oscar, killing the councilman, hacking Penny, and threatening to bomb Mantle. Viewing the good Ironwood did as some manipulative temptation the group was right to resist depends entirely on seeing Ironwood as the archetypal bad guy to Robyn's good guy.

However, this attempt failed spectacularly for numerous reasons already discussed over the past two years. Ironwood's actions were never revealed as manipulations. The group continued to work with him, thereby shouldering responsibility for his choices. Ruby actively pushed to complete Amity, despite the harm it was doing to Mantle. Robyn never did anything with the resources she stole, etc. This presumed line between Ironwood and Robyn simply doesn't exist in the text — or at least it's incredibly blurred — so when Yang and Blake run to share intel with her, it doesn't feel like the heroes turning away from the wrong path to back the real hero. We don't understand how resources to build a communications tower are hurting everyday peoples' lives. We don't understand why Weiss can't just go up and plug the hole with a bunch of ice. We don't understand why, if hurting Mantle is such an objectively awful thing, our hero Ruby keeps pushing to finish Amity anyway. We don't understand why there isn't at least an acknowledgement of good intentions here, considering that the tower is meant to save the world from Salem, helping Mantle in the long run. We don't understand why, if the group is so concerned with Ironwood's choices, they don't tell him the one piece of information that would get him to stop. And we don't understand Robyn.

Because here's the thing: it's badly written. The whole Amity debate straight through to the Fall of Atlas is a mess of ill thought out morals, shoddy worldbuilding, and outright contradictions. There's no salvaging that without rethinking Volumes 6-8, starting with the group's response to Ozpin. But all that aside, even if we kept things exactly as they are and bought into the assumption that Ironwood is as Bad and Robyn is as Good as the story wants us to believe... the group still should have at least hesitated to trust Robyn. More than a line or two of dialogue between Yang and Blake. I mean actual hesitation and a serious acknowledgement of the complications here. The concept of trust is now a focal point of RWBY and there's enough material across the entire series to make the Robyn situation way more complicated than just the group going, "We should side with her because she wants to do right by the people." Here I'm not talking about what we the audience know about RWBY's construction as a story, I mean what the characters have experienced on screen. It's a simple question at the core of the trust Robyn debate:

How do they know she's telling the truth?

Seriously, how do they know Robyn is who she says she is? That she doesn't have ulterior motives? That she's not outright lying to them and the rest of Atlas? Everything I've heard in defense of the group's fast-track trust falls short. "Well, she's presented as one of the good guys in Atlas, fighting for what's right." You mean like how Cinder, Emerald, and Mercury once posed as huntsmen and joined Ruby's school, supposedly fighting for what was right? "She's interested in politics. It's not like she's out there attacking them like Tyrian." You mean like how Salem infiltrated a kingdom via Lionheart, the White Fang has likewise tried to worm their way into positions of power, and Jacques is currently trying to steal an election? The bad guys don't limit themselves to just trying to murder people straight out. "But she stole resources back for the people!" And did... what with them? For all we actually know, she put those towards a different, nefarious plan. "But she's so passionate and she's sworn she wants to help." People lie! That was the whole thing with Ozpin! Ruby just lied at the start of the Volume. And, funnily enough, Robyn has the semblance that forces others to tell the truth, but no one can make Robyn do the same.

To be clear, I don't actually have a conspiracy theory that she's secretly a baddie. My only point is that fans were right to wonder if she was a White Fang or Salem agent and our group absolutely should have wondered the same. Take away all the personal reasons to trust Ironwood (defending Weiss, Yang's arm, friend of the inner circle, etc.) and we're still left with proof of his intentions in the form of things like Amity's plans and him continually giving the heroes more power, more resources, more connections, more ways to hurt him if they were to ever turn against him. In as much as you can prove anyone is trustworthy, Ironwood was there. But Robyn? Robyn had none of that work. More importantly, that lack interferes with our "She's doing the right thing, so we need to back her" reading. How did the group know she really wanted to do right by the people? And since that's always hard to prove, what did they do to at least attempt to reassure themselves? Absolutely nothing. Which is why the current writing makes them look stupid. They watched the bad guys infiltrate their school, organize the Fall of Beacon, stalk them, pose as allies, turn on them, lie to their faces, are telling lies themselves... and none of them came up when the question of trusting Robyn was put on the table. The idea of someone tricking them (again), or betraying them (again), or lying about Important Topics even though they're doing the same seems to have, somehow, escaped them.

It doesn't matter what Robyn's stance on Mantle is because the group never justified trusting her word and the story failed to show us (and them) that Robyn was doing good. Literally all she does pre-trust is stand for election and, again, we could say the same of Jacques. If the story wanted to make at least a miniscule improvement on this arc, we needed to see either a compelling reason to believe Robyn is all she presents herself as (for example, Penny could have known and vouched for her), or gotten an explanation for why they'd take an unjustified leap of faith when others haven't gotten one, people who have done much to earn that trust. It's a problem that grew exponentially once Oscar trusted Hazel and the group trusted Emerald, but it has existed since Ilia. As it stands, by this logic, Cinder should be able to walk up to the group and go, "I'm not bad anymore. I actually want to help now. No, I'm not lying :)" and that's that. That's what trust means to them. Taking people at their word ...unless you're a flawed ally who has made mistakes. Then trust takes months to rebuild, or is off the table completely.

Ozpin is not trustworthy. Ironwood is not trustworthy. Qrow saying "Hey" is not trustworthy. According to the fandom, Tai is not trustworthy.

Ilia is trustworthy. Robyn is trustworthy. Emerald is trustworthy. Hazel is trustworthy.

It's completely backwards and Robyn was a large part of that strange flip.

[wr1tersblock42]

I never told you what I do for a living

Chapter One: About a girl

It seems I have a thing for anti-heroes… I watched The Batman and fell in love with greasy, wet, awkward Bruce Wayne. I couldn’t help myself, I just had to write something. I love Zoe as Catwoman but I got a worm in my ear about this and had to get it down in writing. It’s set a little after the events of the movie and switches to Bruce’s POV part way through.

10 points if you get the song references!

———

The young woman peered through the light rain at the man in front of her. “Hold on…” Swallowing hard, she raised her hands slowly. “It doesn’t have to be this way, does it?”

The cool muzzle of a gun pressed firmly against her forehead. Shit. This was a little more than she’d bargained for tonight.

“Sorry, love.” The thug at the end of the gun gave her a half shrug, a smile tugging at his lips and the scar streaking across his cheek. “The Penguin wants to send a message.”

The safety clicked off, the sound reverberating through the damp alley. She flinched and pressed her back harder against the brick wall behind her, the damp dripping down the walls seeping into her shirt.

Sirens blared in the distance, but she knew calling for help would be a useless exercise. She was five blocks back from the main road, it was just after midnight, and anyone out here who did hear anything would just shut their windows. Such was life in Gotham.

Still, of all the ways to die, she never thought it would be at the end of a gun held by this dumbass.

“Come on Frankie. Is this about the car?” She made her eyes wide, batting her lashes with a playfulness she did not feel. “It was just a joyride.”

“It contained a hundred g of the good stuff before you blew it up.” Frankie scowled at her. “And I got the blame!”

“Yeah… sorry about that sweetheart.” She risked laying a gentle hand on the bulky arm holding the gun. “But you know that was an accident.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said gruffly. “But Penguin wants you out of the way. Says you know too much.”

Know too much? Fuck, after six months she still didn’t know shit. She’d got as close as she could - much closer than she’d ever wanted to get to monsters like them, but had still come away with nothing. Zilch. Nada.

And now she was going to be one yet another Goatham statistic?

Fuck that.

Using the hand on Frankie’s arm, she quickly moved her palm straight towards his prominent nose and ducked down under the gun to pull out the small knife in her boot. Before Frankie could even register that his nose was bleeding she stabbed the knife into his thigh and ran.

Frankie’s howl echoed behind her as she fled. Her boots clipped over the cobblestones, puddles of water splashing behind her as she went. If she could just get to…

A hand grabbed her by the collar of her jacket, launching her backwards. Another hand grabbed her hair and she cried out as her feet slipped out from under her.

“Nice try, beautiful.” Frankie twisted her around to look at him. Blood trailed down the front of his face, and when he grinned his teeth were stained red.

“Fuck you,” she spat out.

“No. We never quite got there.” He traced the side of her face with the barrel of his gun. “Such a pity.”

Biting back a sob, she struggled pointlessly against his grip. “As if I’d touch a creep like you!”

“Goodbye, darling.” Once again, the gun pressed against her head.

Closing her eyes, she waited for it all to end.

But it didn’t.

Suddenly she was on her hands and knees, Frankie’s gun lying on the ground next to her. In the darkness beside her there was a gargled scream, and then silence.

The silver gun lit up in the lone flickering streetlight. She scrambled for it and got to her feet, holding the pistol with both hands to point it at the shadows.

“Who’s there?”

Her voice echoed back at her. Slowly, she ventured forward until she could make out a body lying on the ground. Frankie.

“Penguin thinks you know something.”

The voice came out of nowhere. She whirled around with a gasp. Before her loomed a figure, covered head to toe in black. The demon with wings.

“You need to come with me.” The demon stepped forward, holding out his hand.

She tightened her grip on the gun. “Like fuck I do. Thanks for the assist and all, but I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The extended hand dropped. “Penguin has a hit on you according to him.” He gestured to the limp body.

“Then I’ll… I’ll leave town.” But even as she said the words she knew that wouldn’t work. Once there was a hit out from Penguin, there was nowhere to run.

The Bat knew it too. He stepped forward again and plucked the gun right out of her hands. Slowly and methodically he stripped the gun apart before dumping the pieces at Frankie’s feet.

“Is he dead?”

The masked vigilante stiffened. “No. Let’s go.” Without waiting for her, he walked around the corner, his movements sleek and silent, like a panther in the night.

Cursing under her breath, she followed. She didn’t exactly have many options left.

He led her down a few streets, his cape billowing in the sharp wind. She ducked her head down and wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she had on something warmer than her thin blouse. And maybe some flatter shoes. These boots were killing the soles of her feet. But she hadn’t been considering what to wear when escaping a hit man when she’d picked out her outfit this morning.

Finally, they arrived in front of a car, if you could call it that. Underneath it was a classic, maybe from the sixties or seventies, but it had definitely been modified to be… something more.

“Sexy.” She ran her hand across the roof. “Can I drive?”

The Batman cut her a glare that would have turned weaker humans to stone. He climbed in the driver’s side and started the car, making it roar to life and purr like a kitten.

“Talkative, aren’t you,” she muttered as she got in the passenger side.

They started driving through the streets of Gotham in silence. Awkward silence.

She glanced at the man beside her. He stared straight ahead.

Upon opening her mouth to speak, she quickly changed her mind. Figuring it was best to beg forgiveness than permission, she reached over and turned up the heat.

Finally, she let herself relax into the seat, the warm air soothing her trembling hands as she held them in front of the vents.

The dude in the Halloween costume ignored her. His eyes were fixed on the road like it was the first time he’d driven a car.

So, she turned the radio on. It was tuned to a police channel. Of course. This guy probably had terrible taste in music anyway.

And still, she got nothing from him. Not even a blink. It was like she wasn’t even there.

Annoyed, she turned the radio off. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

Cautiously, she cleared her throat. But what the hell did you say to a man in a cape who’d just saved your ass? “Uh… Where are we going?”

Gloved fingers clenched the steering wheel. He remained silent for so long she thought he was going to continue to pretend she didn’t exist. Until, finally, “To a friend.”

“Okay…” With a sigh, she leaned her head against the cool window. “Man of mystery. I get it.”

Gotham zipped by in a blur, rain streaking down the window panes. How the heck did she end up here? The night had started out so well. She’d finally gained their trust enough to be invited into the back room. She was so close to the answers she sought, she could almost taste them.

But it had all fallen apart so quickly.

“Do you have a name?”

She jolted at the words. A name? He barely uttered three words to her and now he wanted her name? Please. Like fuck she was going to tell some rando dressed in a cape her real name.

A Dairy Queen flashed passed and she grinned.

“Queenie. You can call me Queenie.”

He gave her a brief sideways glance. “Queenie.” He rolled the word around, as if trying it out.

“What about you?” She twisted in her seat to get a good look at him. “Is it first name Bat, last name Man? Or is it like Madonna, and Batman is your whole name?”

She could have sworn she saw a smile tug at the side of his lips.

Queenie opened her mouth to try to crack him, but he suddenly pulled into a long driveway.

“Holy shit.” She pressed herself against the window to make sure she was reading the sign correctly. Wayne Manor. “You’re friends with Bruce Wayne?”

“No.” He brought the car to a halt. “Can’t stand the guy. Get out.”

“Seriously?”

He settled another glare on her. “You‘ll be safe here.”

Queenie rolled her eyes. Wow, this guy was a real joy. “See you around, Bat Man.” She got out of the car and slammed the door as hard as she could. The Batman’s response was to drive off, the car’s spinning tyres flicking mud all over her jeans.

She threw up her middle finger, not caring that the rain was pouring now, and soaking her through.

“Are you coming in, Miss?” A voice called from the doorway of the mansion. That’s right. A freaking mansion.

She let out a laugh at the sheer impossibility of it all.

—

A fireplace roared in front of her. Queenie stretched out her hands towards it. She wasn’t cold any more, but she’d never had the luxury of a fireplace like this before. The mantel was ornate, carved from wood that simply oozed “rich people”. The rest of the house - what she’d seen of it at least - looked more like a fixer upper. Like some castle from Grand Designs that just needed a little love to bring it back to life. A gothic fairytale palace.

“Here you are Miss Queenie.” Alfred entered the room carrying a tea tray. “This will warm you right up.”

“Are you The Batman’s friend?” she asked as he set the tray down on a coffee table in front of her.

“Uh…”

“He said he was bringing me to a friend.”

Alfred hesitated a moment, then sat in an armchair to her left. “I’m not sure that he has friends.”

Queenie gasped in mock horror. “What, with that winning personality?”

A smile cracked through Alfred’s formal veneer. “Yes, well, I heard you were in some kind of trouble and this place has plenty of room.”

“Won’t he…” Queenie gestured upstairs “mind?”

“Master Bruce?” Alfred frowned thoughtfully, as if it was the first time he’d considered it. “He could use the company I think.” He cocked his head, looking her up and down. “Yes, I’m sure he’ll be happy to have you here.”

—

Bruce clutched the pillow to his head with a groan. Downstairs, upbeat music thudded in an annoying four beat rhythm that invaded his bedroom. Blearily he looked at the clock on his bedside table. The red numbers glared back at him. Seven am. He’d only rolled into bed an hour and a half ago.

What the hell was Alfred doing?

With a frustrated groan, he pulled on the black t-shirt from the floor next to his bed and stomped out of his room and down the stairs, following the ruckus to the kitchen.

“Turn that shit off Al…” he trailed off as he saw the mess of flour coating the benches, the many open cupboards, and the young woman dressed in an oversized jumper and leggings who was dancing in front of the oven top. Whilst cooking pancakes.

Pancakes.

In his kitchen!

With an uneasy jolt he realised that he’d completely forgotten about the girl he’d rescued from the alley. Why he’d brought her here, he had no idea. It was probably the stupidest thing he could have done. It could link The Batman to him. It could bring The Penguin to his door. It could…

It could mean he had to remember to be Bruce in his own home.

He wasn’t sure he remembered how to do that any more.

The girl (or woman - he couldn’t tell how old she was in the dark last night) flipped a pancake expertly, then turned around to put it on a plate.

Her eyes widened in surprise as her gaze landed on him. Quickly he looked away, fear that she’d recognise him flooding through him.

That quick moment had been enough for her image to be seared into his brain. Pretty, with elfin features and cropped hair dyed black with different coloured streaks fading out at the ends. She was younger than him, but not by much, but her eyes held the look of someone much older, conflicting with her outer appearance.

“Hello.” Her voice held an amused hint to it. She set the pan down then moved to the stereo to turn the volume down. “Sorry, did I wake you? I’m an early bird. Always have been. Do you want a pancake?”

Bruce looked down to avoid her eyes and with horror he realised he was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers. And to top that off he was very sure that the black grease around his eyes from last night’s excursion had not been completely washed off when he’d got home.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“They are blueberry pancakes.”

He risked a glance as she wiggled the plate at him.

Fuck. What had he been thinking last night? There was only one thing left to do now…

—

Queenie gasped in indignation as Bruce Wayne disappeared from the kitchen so fast she could have sworn he was actually running.

At least she assumed it was Bruce Wayne. She’d expected a billionaire to look a little more… well, more! Maybe wear a suit. And a monocle. But who she’d seen seemed more boy than man, pale and lanky, with too-long, black greasy hair, and dark smudges under his eyes that only enhanced the pallor of his skin tone.

Maybe he was ill. He certainly didn’t look healthy. That might explain why he was such a recluse. But that did not explain why he just fled her presence. Hell, he was ruder than The Batman!

—

Bruce stormed through the house, intent on finding Alfred. It didn’t take too long. Within a couple of minutes he rounded a corner and slammed into the man in the hallway leading to the parlour.

“Whoa.” Alfred placed his hands on Bruce’s shoulders as if to steady him. “Where is the fire, Master Bruce?”

Shaking with anger, and something that felt eerily similar to embarrassment, Bruce shook him off. “What the hell is she doing in the kitchen?”

Alfred raised one eyebrow. “Who, Miss Queenie? Eating breakfast, like a normal human being at this time of day I presume.”

“She was cooking.”

“You said to make her feel at home.”

“But… I-”

“You forgot she was here, didn’t you?”

Bruce rubbed a hand over his face. “Maybe. But you should have known better than to let her run around the house unguarded.”

“You’re the one who brought her here. And I assume you had a reason beyond the goodness of your heart, Bruce."

"Yes, but-"

I'm not finished! Let me offer you some friendly advice." Alfred did not sound the least bit friendly. “If you are going to talk to her, as Bruce or the other one, I suggest taking a shower first. You look - and smell - like something the cat dragged in.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes at Alfred. Ever since getting caught up in the bomb meant for him, the butler had been a lot freer with his tongue. “We don’t have a cat.”

Alfred blinked. And then laughed a sharp guffaw that Bruce hadn’t heard in over two years.

Bruce scowled at him, but even he had to admit that his comeback was lamer than usual. Hell, it wasn’t even a comeback.

“I’m going back to sleep,” he muttered, pushing past Alfred.

“Yes, yes.” Amusement lit Alfred’s voice. “It sounds like you need to.”

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #21-30

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

~~~

21) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

“Get off of me!” Bakugou snapped, shoving at Todoroki, who was currently trying to crawl into his lap. “Back off!”

“You said I could if I won,” Todoroki replied calmly, pausing in his approach. “Don’t make me use ice shackles.”

Bakugou bristled. “You don’t have the guts, you—”

Todoroki wordlessly snatched up his wrists, shoved them to the head of the couch, and used his ice to freeze him in place. Then he finally reached his destination, settling himself on the blonde’s hips. “You were saying?”

“G-Get off,” Bakugou demanded again, though this time through a shiver from the cold. “Idiot, you can’t just—”

“You said…” Todoroki reached under his shirt to rake his nails down his ribcage, effectively silencing his protests and replacing them with a yelp and a few giggles. “…that if I won, I could tickle you for five minutes. And I did win. See there?” He nodded toward the TV, where his character stood over Bakugou’s in victory.

“Y-You…you cheated somehow,” Bakugou tried, trying his best not to break into another fit of giggles at the light skittering along his sides. He squirmed, twisting his head to hide his smile. “You couldn’t have w-won without cheheheating.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes, then shoved Bakugou’s shirt so far up he was able to slide it up his arms and over his eyes, blinding him. “Stubborn as always.”

“W-Wait! Icy-Hot, I can’t sehehehehehehee!” Bakugou squealed, giggling uncontrollably as Todoroki scratched lightly at his sweet spots. He could feel his cheeks growing redder by the second, but he couldn’t do anything about it, helpless as he was. “Stahahahahahap, this isn’t fahahahahahair!”

“Well now, that’s too bad.” Todoroki was smirking; Bakugou could hear it in his voice, even if he couldn’t see it. The light scratching became gentle kneading, and finally the blonde dissolved into actual laughter, squirming and kicking but going nowhere fast. Todoroki chuckled. “Maybe next time you should put up more of a fight.”

*

22) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“Don’t call me cute!”

“But you are!” Deku smiled up at Shinsou, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer. He nuzzled himself under his boyfriend’s chin. “You’re super cute!”

Shinsou tensed, trying to pull away. “H-Hey, don’t – Midoriya, stop it—” He couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out of him as he tried to twist his head away from the mop of green hair, unable to pry himself free of his partner’s firm hold. “That tickles! Don’t—”

Deku looked up at him, eyes wide and bright with excitement. “Tickles?”

Shinsou’s cheeks turned pink. “N-No, I mean – I mean yes, but – Midoriya!”

Deku held him even closer, standing on his tiptoes to better reach his neck and collarbone, peppering them with light kisses that made Shinsou dissolve into helpless giggles. “Now you definitely can’t tell me you’re not cute, Toshi~”

“Stahahahahahap,” Shinsou giggled breathlessly, trying to push Deku away and failing. “You d-dohohohohon’t understahahahahand, it tihihihickles so much – plehehehehehease!”

“Light tickles really drive you crazy, huh?”

“Midoriya, plehehehehease – Izuku!” Shinsou squealed when Deku reached up to trail his fingers along the back of Shinsou’s neck down to his shoulder blades. Honestly it was a wonder the taller boy hadn’t completely collapsed yet. “Ahahahahahaha, nohohohohoho! Stop, plehehehease!”

Deku giggled, finally slowing his light tickles to a stop, wrapping his arms around Shinsou’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “Just admit it. You’re cute.”

“Ugh, fine,” Shinsou relented, grabbing Deku’s hips to both pull him closer and dig in without mercy. His boyfriend exploded into laughter, and Shinsou grinned from ear to ear at the sound. “But you’re cuter.”

*

23) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Gee, I wonder where you are~”

Deku pressed both hands over his mouth to keep his giggles at bay, waiting anxiously in the darkened closet for Shinsou to find him. Because he would find him. It was a matter of time, and Deku knew that. Probably the taller boy already knew where he was and was just messing with him by pretending he didn’t. The thought made Deku’s heart race faster.

Suddenly the door to the closet flung open, and all Deku could see was the outline of his boyfriend before Shinsou dropped to his knees, grabbed his sides, and dug his fingers in relentlessly.

“Aiieehehehehehehe!” Deku burst into giggles, squirming and kicking but not fighting back. He knew it was pointless, and besides, he was having too much fun to want to stop now. “Hitoshiehehehehehehehe!”

“Yes, Izuku?” Shinsou teased into his ear. “My, you seem especially ticklish today, don’t you?”

“No I dohohohohohon’t!”

“Yes, you do~” His fingers dug into his sides even more, one hand sliding up to his ribs as well. “Tickle, tickle~”

“Nahahahahahaha Hitoshiehehehehe!” Deku flopped backward onto his boyfriend’s lap, and Shinsou took the opportunity to worm his fingers into the smaller boy’s underarms, making him shriek with laughter, kicking the air wildly. “AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“I don’t hear you asking me to stop, ‘Zuku~”

“BEHEHEHEHECAUSE I DON’T WAHAHAHAHAHANT YOU TO!!”

Shinsou beamed, hoisting Deku up so he was seated in his lap rather than lying on it, wrapping him up in a bear hug and squeezing a hip teasingly. Deku let out a scream of laughter, struggling in earnest now but going nowhere fast. “Is that so? Well, then, allow me to give you more of what you want~”

*

24) Lee Bakugou, Ler Ojiro

“Not so tough now, huh?”

Bakugou’s arms trembled with the effort to keep the shelf from tipping over while Ojiro’s tail brushed along his exposed underarms. He gritted his teeth. “J-Just gehehet the screw into the wahahall already, you i-idoit!”

One of the single shelves in the kitchen area had suddenly broken free from one of its hinges just moments before, and without really thinking about it, Bakugou darted forward to keep it from making a mess of spices and pan sprays on the ground that they’d have to clean up later. He’d successfully managed to balance the shelf while Ojiro went to the storage closet to get a new hinge and a couple of replacement screws, but now that he’d come back, all the tail hero seemed to want to do was mess with him.

Bakugou was desperately trying not to laugh. That tail of his was so soft and plush, and it tickled like crazy, but he’d rather die than give Ojiro the satisfaction of hearing him beg.

“Come on, Bakugou, you know you want to giggle,” Ojiro teased, standing with his hands on his hips, tools in his fists. He continued to brush the tail all over his underarms and neck. “Let it out, now. Come on~”

“Fihihix the shehehelf, you stupid extrahaha!” Bakugou snapped, really fighting the urge to bring his arms down to protect himself.

“Fine, I know what will make you laugh.” Ojiro stepped right up to him, pulled his shirt up to expose his ribs, and brushed his tail over the sensitive skin there.

Finally, Bakugou had no choice. Forget dying – he just wanted out of this situation. “Agh, fihihihihine, fine! Stahahahahap it before I drohohohohohop everythihihihing!”

Ojiro obliged, grinning. “That’s more like it.” And he finally got to work repairing the broken shelf.

*

25) Lee Kaminari, Ler Sero

“Dude, did you just snort?!” Sero laughed, pressing his fingertips deeper into Kaminari’s knee pits. “Oh my gosh, do it again!”

“NO!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Denki was losing his mind laughing, pounding the floor with his fist in an effort to tap out. Another snort slipped out of him, making him even more embarrassed than he already was. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP, SERO!!”

Sero chuckled, finally leaving his knees alone to scribble at his thighs instead. “You’re too ticklish for your own good, my friend.”

“Tehehehehehell me sohohohohomething I dohohohohohon’t know!”

“Okay. You’re also stupid cute when you’re tickled. Bet you didn’t know that.”

Surprised, Denki lifted his head, taking in Sero’s sweet smile and blushing all over again. “I-I am nohohohohohohot!”

“Yeah, you are.” Sero scooted up to sit at his side, grabbing his waist and squeezing. “You’re super cute. Like, I might actually die, you’re so adorable.”

Denki tried to push him away but only succeeded in weakly grasping his wrists as he tickled, which only made him more sensitive. That and the teasing were really doing a number on him. “Nohohohohoho, stohohohohop it!”

“But you’re cuuuuute,” Sero whined playfully, poking randomly up and down Denki’s sides and ribs, making the blonde yelp and squeak and roll around helplessly. “So. Cute. You’re. So. Dang. Cute!” He teased with each poke, enjoying the bright pink flush that was coming over Denki’s face and ears.

“Sero,” Denki pleaded, finally managing to grab his arms and free himself from his tickly demise, if only for a moment. “Y-You can’t…just say that. Unless you…you…”

“Mean it?” Sero grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “I do mean it.” Then he kissed his neck, and Denki dissolved into giggles all over again. “You’re such a cute, ticklish little sparkplug~”

*

26) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“You can’t make me!”

“Oh?” Shinsou leaned down to Deku’s face, smirking, pinning his wrists to the wall even harder. “Pretty sure I can make you do anything, Midoriya.”

Deku opened his mouth to reply, then clamped it shut. He was fairly certain Shinsou wouldn’t use his quirk on him without permission first, but since he wasn’t 100% sure, he decided to err on the side of caution.

Shinsou quirked a brow. “Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Well, I can fix that.” He shoved Deku’s arms above his head, crossing his wrists and pinning them both with one hand while his other reached down to scratch lightly in the smaller boy’s underarm.

“Eep!” Deku squeaked, unable to help the tiny giggles escaping him as he tried to twist away. Shinsou’s finger started digging in a little deeper, making him break instantly. “Nohohohohoho, Shinsou!”

“Gonna say it now?”

“Nahahahahahaha!”

“Very well.” Shinsou grabbed his thigh, pressing his thumb into the space where it met his hip, and Deku nearly buckled, the sensation was so strong.

“GAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” He screamed, laughing uncontrollably. He tugged at his arms but Shinsou was surprisingly strong for how lean he was. “NO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!! SHIHIHIHIHIHINSOU!!”

“Say it.”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAY!!”

With a growl, Shinsou kept drilling into that ultra-sensitive spot while leaning down to kiss Deku’s neck, making the poor boy squeal with hysterics.

“OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAHAHAY I’LL SAHAHAHAHAY IT JUST STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“That’s more like it.” Shinsou smirked, stopping his assault but keeping a hand on his thigh in warning. “Out with it, Midoriya.”

“I-I…I’m a…” Deku groaned, turning to hide his face in his shoulder. “I’m a…c-cutie pie.” He cringed. “That’s so embarrassing, why did you make me s-s-sahahahahay thahahahahat?!” Shinsou had started scribbling over his open tummy, making him giggle all over again. “Nahahahahahaha!”

“I made you say it because it’s true,” Shinsou replied, smirking, kissing his cheek. “Duh.”

*

27) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“Ohoho, you like to be tickled here, don’t you?” Kirishima teased over Bakugou’s roaring laughter, scratching at his bottom ribs with purposeful strokes. “But you’re just too ticklish to stand it! Hmm…what to do, what to do…?”

“KIRI STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Bakugou pleaded, writhing on the bed helplessly, his arms tied to the headboard above him with the very necktie he’d worn to school that afternoon. His uniform shirt had been unbuttoned and opened up for ease of access, and the vulnerability was making this all so much worse. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“But you so obviously like being tickled here,” Kiri hummed in mock distress. “I don’t want to stop when you love it so much!”

Bakugou flushed red, desperately squirming everywhere he could. Kiri’s fingers kept up with him, and his face was just so cute as he so easily made the blonde fall apart, and the atomic teen was losing his mind. But the redhead was right – he did love to be tickled here, even if he couldn’t stand it. He kicked his legs uselessly, both loving and hating that he couldn’t bring his arms down to push him away.

“NO MOHOHOHOHOHORE, KIRIEHEHEHEHEHE!!” He screamed, the gentle, persistent scratching truly driving him up the wall now. He didn’t know how much longer he could take it. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Had enough, giggles?”

Bakugou hated that nickname because it made him so dang flustered every single time. Still, he nodded frantically. “YEHEHEHEHES, YES, ENOHOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

Kiri gradually slowed to a stop, allowing Bakugou to reenter the world of non-tickles with as much ease as possible. Then he leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips. Bakugou hummed in surprise and appreciation, kissing right back until Kiri pulled away and grinned. “Want another round?”

*

28) Lee Kaminari, Ler Bakusquad

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The others stared at him. Denki could feel himself beginning to panic. Had he just said that out loud?!

“I…I mean…uh…” he stammered, trying to take it back however he could but unable to find the words. He hid his face, not knowing what else to do. “I’m sorry, forget I said that.”

“Forget?” Bakugou said incredulously.

“Oh, we’re so not going to forget that,” Sero teased.

Kirishima chuckled. “So you want to be tickle tortured, do you?”

“That’s so cuuute~” Mina squealed.

Denki was blushing so hard he felt like he’d gotten heatstroke. Seconds later his hands were being pried away from his face by Kiri’s strong arms, and Sero, Bakugou, and Mina were all wiggling their fingers at him. “Eep!”

“Here we come~” Mina teased.

Bakugou smirked. “You asked for it, dunce face.”

“I can tie you up with my tape if you’d like,” Sero said, holding up his arms for emphasis.

Denki gasped, shaking his head frantically. “No, nonono, I can’t – I’m t-too ticklish for that!”

“You’re super ticklish, huh?” Kiri teased into his ear. He chuckled. “Get him!”

And get him they did, drilling their wiggling fingers into his sides, his ribs, his belly, his underarms – even throwing in a couple of squeezes to his hips and thighs once in a while. Denki tossed his head back and unleashed a long string of laughter he’d been dying to let loose for days. God, he’d wanted this so bad, but had never had the courage to say it – until just now, apparently.

“So, what was it you said?” Sero teased, wiggling a finger into his belly button. “‘I want to be tickled until I can’t breathe’?”

Mina cooed, Kiri laughed, and Bakugou smirked evilly. “Consider it done, dunce face.”

*

29) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

Todoroki often restrained his attacks during training for one purpose: he didn’t want his friends to be scared of him. To stop tickling and teasing him mercilessly just to see him lose his mind in laughter. To be close in a way he was afraid he would put an end to by unleashing the full force of his power during training.

Unfortunately for him, Bakugou took issue with that approach.

“You better stop holding back on me!” the blonde snapped once their training session was over for the day and the entire class was beginning to pack up and leave the grounds.

Todoroki hesitated. “I just – I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Bah! You couldn’t lay a finger on me, Icy-Hot, especially if you’re holding back like that!”

Todoroki merely shrugged and looked away.

Bakugou growled. “I’ll make you see things my way.” In a flash, he’d kicked Todoroki’s legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground in surprised heap in the moments before Bakugou ripped off his shoes and started scribbling wildly over his socked soles.

“AIEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA BAKUGOU!!” Todoroki screamed with laughter, unable to hold back his reactions whatsoever. Curse him for going after his worst spot right off the bat! “STAHAHAHAHAHAP I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Promise you’ll stop holding back on me and I’ll stop tickling you to death,” Bakugou demanded, turning to look over his shoulder at the mess he was making of the normally stoic boy. “What do you say, Icy-Hot?”

“OKAYOKAY FIHIHIHIHIHIHINE I’LL STOHOHOHOHOHOP HOLDING BAHAHAHACK!!” Todoroki pleaded, laughing hysterically as he writhed on the ground. “I’LL DEFEHEHEHEHEAT YOU NEXT TIHIHIHIHIHIME!!”

Well, that was the wrong thing to say. Bakugou ripped off his socks next, going straight for his toes. “Oh, will you, now?”

“NONONONO I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY I TAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK—!!”

*

30) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“Relax, it’s just a massage!” Deku laughed, highly amused by his poor boyfriend’s increasingly distressed state. He kneaded into his shoulder blades again for emphasis, making Shinsou choke on a laugh.

“Gah! Pfft no – no it’s nohohohohohot! You knohohohohow what you’re doing, you jeheheherk!” Shinsou tried to sound angry, but it came out as more of a whimper. His legs kicked behind him as he squeezed his arms to try and keep them in place above his head so he could rest his cheek on them. But another scribble between his blades from Deku had him cackling into the bedsheets all over again. “Nahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahap it alreadyehehehehehe!”

“I’m literally not even trying to tickle you,” Deku giggled, swiping a finger from Shinsou’s shoulder blades to the base of his neck. “Well, at first I wasn’t, anyway.”

“Leheheheheave me alohohohohone! I cahahahahan’t take thihihihis!”

“Oh, I think you can.” Deku leaned down to press soft, feather-light kisses along Shinsou’s upper back and shoulder blades, and his usually well-composed boyfriend broke down into a long string of utterly helpless giggles, squirming desperately.

“Izuku, nohohohohohohoho! Nohohohohohot thahahahat – it tihihihihickles! Plehehehease!”

“Does it now? I would never have guessed.” Deku chuckled, trailing his kisses from his shoulders to the back of his neck, nuzzling into his ears from behind, enjoying the half-whine, half-moan that came out of his boyfriend. “Tickle, tickle, little Toshi~”

“Dohohohohohon’t call me thahahahat,” Shinsou begged, turning his face to the side to try and catch his breath a little better. “You’re smahahahahaller than me.”

“Yeah,” Deku agreed, blowing air across the back of his left ear, making him shiver and giggle at the same time. “But baby talk works way better on you, doesn’t it, my ticklish little Toshi?”

Shinsou’s cheeks turned hot pink. “Shuhuhuhuhut up…”

Deku kissed his neck again. “Never.”

[storydays]

Season 1, ep 7, p2

(3rd POV)

You hummed softly, walking down the hallway with some fire flakes in your hand, and paused seeing Korra spying through a keyhole. You went to grab her shoulder when she stood up straight with a horrified look on her face. "Kor--" she ran down the stairs before you could finish your sentence.

You followed her, slower, and listened to her babble an excuse. "I forgot it's my turn to airsit the babybenders..I-I mean babysit the airbender kids. See you later!" They turned to you with confused looks and you shrugged, swallowing more fire flakes. "It's one of Aunt Pema's daily baby checks." Nevermore squealed in delight as she ate majority of your fire flakes.

"Hey!" You splashed her with water, making the little hothead sizzle. Everyone laughed at the two of you, the old butler even concealing a chuckled behind his hand. "She's been getting so fiesty lately and I don't appreciate the rebelliousness, young lady." You complained and then chided the dragon.

"You know, I read something in a book that says animals tend to imitate their loved ones behavior." Asami teased, making you playfully roll your eyes. "I've been hearing that a lot," you sigh, making your bangs puff in the air slightly. Nevermore curled on your shoulder, chirping happily. "Come on, let's go find my secret stash of fire snacks." You grinned, as Mako and Asami laughed before following you to get some snacks.

*Timeskip*

You blinked, as your Aunt, Uncle and friend storm up to the Sato mansion. "What's going on?" Mako demanded, pushing Korra's shoulder, wincing when you gripped his arm. "Why are they asking more Hiroshi more questions?" "I overheard him on the phone yesterday. Asami, I don't know how to tell you this, but I think your father might be involved with the equalists." "What?! I don't believe this!" She stormed towards her father's office. You followed her, trying to calm her down.

"A-Asami, maybe this is just a misunderstanding." She turned her green gaze to you, "Don't talk to me, (Y/N)! You were in on this, and you didn't think to tell me?!" Your (e/c) eyes burned sadness into Asami's, as she stalked off. You sigh, running a hand through your hair before trailing sadly behind her, before walking into the office, standing in the corner. You studied everyone from the corner of the room, and you were biting the inside of your lip before closing your eyes, listening to everyone's breathing, and focusing on what Toph taught you.

"My father is innocent. Just because we're not benders, doesn't mean we support those awful Equalists." She went to stand next to Hiroshi. "Is that this is about?" He demanded. "I can assure you, I have nothing  to do with those radicals." Mako butted in, "Yeah, you don't know your're talking about Korra." Mako accused. "I overheard you on the phone. You said that Cabbage Corp investigation bought you time, and your getting ready to strike. Explain that." Korra placed her hand on her hips, staring into the man's eyes.

He chuckled, before looking into the Avatar's eyes. "This is all a misunderstanding,resulting from the Avatar's over-active imagination. My number one competitor was knocked out of the game. It's providing me with an opportunity to strike the market with a new line of Sato-mobiles. It's just business--"

You studied everyone from the corner of the room, and you were biting the inside of your lip before closing your eyes, listening to everyone's breathing, narrowing on Hiroshi's breath hitch. Your (e/c) eyes flew open as you declared loud and cleared, "Liar." All eyes turned to you as you approached the now sweating man. Asami looked at you with hurt and betrayal in her face.

"(Y/N), how could you? You've known my father for a long time, and you know he's not apart of th-" "And you know me, Asami. I was listening to everyone's breathing, and Hiroshi's hitched when he spoke just now." "That doesn't mean anything!" (E/C) eyes stared into angry green, as everyone watched you silently. "I was trained by the Greatest Earthbender of all time, I'm a spiritual master, and a waterbender master, if anyone knows about lying signs, it would be me. I'm sorry that your sweet fantasy is being destroyed, but---"

SMACK!

A sharp sting burned on your cheek. You met her emerald eyes, and with a bright red handmark on your cheek, you turned your eyes to your Aunt.  "I know your troops are outside and waiting, but you should use your seismic sense and you'll find something in the workshop behind the house. Clearly, I'm not wanted here, so I'll be anywhere else." You avoided Asami's gaze and stalked out, and hopped onto your polar bear dog. You clicked your tongue and soon you and Neo took off. Your (e/c) eyes watered, from both the wind and from the pain you felt in your heart. You willed them away, and the next thing you knew, you were by a secluded part of the park, no one around. You hopped off Neo, and knelt by a nearby pond, placing your hands in the water, before soothing your stinging cheek, wincing at the faint scratch marks from Asami's nails.

'You know, Cub,' you didn't jump when Neo laid next to you, watching you carefully, 'It's okay to cry when your heart aches.' You shook your head, settling into a lotus position against him. "No, I promised someone special to me that I won't ever cry. That I'll be strong." He rumbled against your back, with a disapproving growl. 'I sincerely doubt that's what she meant.'

You huffed, your bangs puffing slightly. "Hush, 'm tryna meditate." The animal growled again before leaving you to find peace.

*Later that night*

You jumped up using a water shield to block an incoming attack. "You've got to be quicker than that, Auntie." Your eyes softened as your Aunt jumped down from a tree. "I thought I'd find you here." Lin said, gruffly before coming over and sitting next to you. She held out a bag of food, and Neo perked up sniffing in the bag for something.

Lin chuckled amused, before reaching in and handing Neo his treat before turning to you with a concerned frown. "Eat, (Y/N), I know you haven't eaten since breakfast this morning." At that moment, your stomach growled, just as the scent of Lin's meat and vegetable wrap hit your stomach.

Not many people knew, but the latest Chief of Police was an excellent cook.Whenever you were in need of some tough love, you went to Lin and that's exactly what her food was. She chuckled as you devoured the wrap. "Hungry, mali heroj (little hero)?" You hummed in affirmation as you swallowed. "For your food? Always." She watched you with gentle eyes. "I'm worried about you, (Y/N). Everyone is, you haven't been yourself in a long time." You put your wrap down and stared at the twinkling stars, thinking about your vision during this last meditation.

"I'll be fine, Aunt Lin. I'm just..." "You are not alone! You have people who love you,and want to help you, but we can't if you continue to block us out." You turned to her, before she held her arms out. You fell into her warm embrace but said loud and clear: "Maybe it's safer for everyone to stay out. Maybe...I don't want anyone to be burdened with my problems. Not even Gran-Gran has any advice for what's going on. No one can." You gripped her waist, and stiffled your sobs against her heart.

Now, not many people could break her walls, but from the moment she met you, you wormed your way into her stone cold heart, and she loved you like a son, and hated seeing you in pain. This was part of the reason she hated the world, when you were a child you were so open and full of love for the world, but then reality hit you way too hard, way too early. You learned to be strong at a young age, and survived things no grown adult could handle.

You were breaking, and you were breaking fast, and she knew what she had to do when she got you home safe in your own bed.

Even though you're 19, you are still a child, and like all children...

you still need your father.