#also sorry for the yelling I just want to be thorough :D

[qvert]

For the people are asking for the fics:

I NEED TO PREFACE THIS THOUGH

While both of these stories are currently in a good and well deserved peaceful healing place they both start out pretty ROUGH (violence - torture - noncon)

Check the tags

KNOW YOUR LIMITS (and triggers for that matter)

and then read at your own digression

The writing is to die for though! so if you're ok with the stuff in the respective tags please go and ENJOY! :D

^ okay so this is by my friend @venomwrites if you're not into the contents of this particular story go check out her other stuff it is fucking amazing

^ and then this is by @velvetinkkwrites same here!

Refuge at the Firelight Hideout

[mushibashiraas]

i suddenly have a random final timeline/bonten timeline yuzuha idea aaaa it is very very short!! but all the same. i've never romantically written for my girls. like. ever (going all the way back to 2014). might as well as start with my favorite tokrev girl, shiba yuzuha! aaaa

gn! reader. be aware of manga spoilers for the final timeline arc and the bonten timeline arc in tokyo revengers. aaaa also be warned for some pet names, crack, fluff, & a bit of cute, soft humor. .....and maybe two.... little.... borderline spicy moment.... and some hints at a uh.... long, very intimate night together.... in bed..... *looks away. i love yuzuha too much* OH OH! and a hint of some sassy yuzuha heart eyesss! so sexy of her! aaa queen 🖤🖤

yuzuha and hakkai had less than an hour to leave for their first flight out of the country. all of their bags were packed, intinerary checked and double-checked by the elder's thorough, sharp eyes. the designer already notified of what time they'd be getting in for the showcase of his latest summer line. hakkai was already downstairs patiently waiting for his sister to — what he thought — finish doing her hair and makeup.

thing is, she wasn't even out of bed yet.

"....we have to leave, (name). or hakkai and i will miss our flight."

her partner rolled over, arms caging yuzuha in place on the duvet. "no...! five more minutes..." they slurred, half-asleep.

yuzuha chuckled, "i should have gotten up an hour and a half ago. we've spent enough time in bed."

"we can spend more time if you want. i want to hear more of those noises you made last night," (name) slyly suggested, their eyes darkening with lust. hey! their girlfriend looked so gorgeous with her long, light brown hair all splayed out on the pillows, no makeup, and half-closed eyes warmly gazing down at them with so much love that they didn't know what to do with it all. they immediately got embarrassed and flustered, burying their face in yuzuha's side.

"wh-what are you getting all flustered for, darling?! especially after saying all that just now!" yuzuha shrieked, equally embarrassed!

"yuzuha?! you and (name) alright? i heard you yell!"

"w-we're okay, hakkai...! i-i'll be right down! oh— ah, don't come up!" his older sister and manager hollered down from her bed. turning to her problem burrowing further and further under the covers. "(name)-chan...? (name)!" she laughed. "stop! that tickles. hey! we'll be late! we can have more fun when we get back." yuzuha threw off the blankets and playfully shoved her partner off of her legs and tummy effectively cutting them off from distracting her and making her and her brother two hours late.

leaping out of bed before her sleepy lover could tackle her back into bed and smother her with more kisses, the woman rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

after showering, getting dressed, and applying makeup, the brunette tied her hair up in a tidy, professional bun. once her teeth were brushed, she walked out to see (name) sitting up in bed scrolling through their phone. "well, how do i look? i won't embarrass my famous little brother, will i?" she did a slow twirl in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. not hearing anything, yuzuha turned around. "th-this is a ralph and lauren suit... and the jewelry was personally picked out by mitsuya. he thought they'd compliment my looks and the dark suit. was he wrong...?" she was confused. did her angel not like her outfit? as much as they loved fashion, they weren't as into it as hakkai and mitsuya takashi. but they did keep up with the trends as religiously as her brother and friend did. so the middle shiba sibling didn't understand (name)'s silence, no less them gaping like a fish.

"yuzu-chan." (name) said in a frighteningly calm voice.

"d-did i embarrass you, darling? i am so sorry, dear! i-i'll go change right now!"

grabbing their love's wrist preventing them from swiftly marching back into the bathroom and walk-in closet, (name) dropped to the floor on her knees. "you call me your angel. but in reality, i am the sinner and you are the saint!"

"....huh?"

"my love, i have never craved for anything. no worldly jewels nor heavenly visions can compare to your beauty, my queen. i live only to serve and protect you, my lady. just say the word and i will wait on you hand and foot. forever and always. anything you desire is yours as long as i remain by your side, if you'll have me, your majesty." (name) recites before chastly kissing yuzuha's ring finger, as if she is a heavenly queen.

"wh-what?! what are you saying? what are you talking about? you're teasing me again! s-stop it! i-i'm glad you love the suit...! stop kissing my arm! don't ruin my makeup!" yuzuha laughs. "hakkai and i have to go any minute now! (name)-chan, please!" she uselessly pushed against her "royal knight" not hearing a knock at her door, nor the voice saying he was coming in.

"sis', what are you screaming about this time? you okay? mitsuya's jet is gonna leave without us, you know—!" yuzuha's brother, hakkai, jumped backward shouting and covering his eyes. quickly turning around, he hollered at (name), "hey! let my sister leave already! what are you two?! high schoolers confessing to each other again? you two are adults with well-paying jobs! get a grip! come on, sis'!"

"shut up, hakkai! you still can't even talk to female reporters and your female fans without freezing up! and you, (name)-chan! let me leave or," yuzuha jokes, "when i come home, there will be no se—!"

hakkai shrieks, "yuzuha!"

[amedetoiles]

Do you think either wanxian would adopt more children in the future? and what clan would they raise them in (depending on how u think reconciliation goes off but you're fairly clear on that one ), jiang or lan? do you think jiang cheng would ever have/adopt another kid?

My feelings are indeed very clear, loud, and predictable. Thank you for noticing. :D I love the idea of Wangxian adopting more children! I don’t think either of them necessarily has that exact goal or objective in mind, but I think if they come across a child in need of a home and a family, I think Wangxian would definitely take it upon themselves to provide that kind of support and love. My sappiest of hearts would want any children to grow up Jiang because obviously Yunmeng bros are going to reconcile. Anyone who thinks Wei Wuxian is actually capable of not meddling in Jiang Cheng’s life should remember that novel!Wei Wuxian, who is by far probably the most likely to leave the past in the past of all the adaptations, is still out there lecturing Jin Ling with an extremely thorough understanding of how much Jiang Cheng hates being lied to and pushed away in the name of protecting him, so Jin Ling should stop doing that. Love it. I do on the occasion feel bad for Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren, but they can visit! Everyone can visit! Full visitation rights! No one is going to go around yelling at them that they can’t be family! My Lotus Pier endgame doesn’t mean Cloud Recesses stops existing.

As for Jiang Cheng, I think by all counts Jin Ling would be enough children-raising for him, though I also don’t think he would turn a child away who needed a home because he is not-so-secretly the softest grape in existence. I enjoy the idea of Jiang Cheng being surrounded by all the nephews and nieces in the world a little bit more than him having his own children, just because the idea of getting Jiang Cheng to the altar is just... a journey. My endgame for Jiang Cheng has always been personal growth, happiness, and his family all around him just like he’s always wanted. What I have a hard time with regards to many fandom takes is that they always posit that in order for Jiang Cheng to move forward and find peace, it has to be separate from Wei Wuxian. I don’t know why happiness and peace for Jiang Cheng has to be mutually exclusive from his family. Pardon me while I go on another rant here, but I hate the claim that toxicity and dysfunction will always be inevitable and present. Actually, things were fucked up because they were traumatized teenagers whose entire family and sect were ruthlessly murdered and then subsequently became the chess pieces for several people’s vye for power and vengeance. Like geez, sorry they had a hard fucking time?

Anyway tl;dr more found families for everyone 2kalways.

[aceofspadegrass]

I’m curious about bedbears

What do you know about them?

Any lore?

Stories of close encounters?

Mysterious happenings?

Death? Disappearance?

WHAT DO YOU KNOW???

I’m sorry for yelling. I got over excited. I am terribly curious

Oh, don't fret about yelling, excitement is good in this environment! >:D

Now bedbears. Unlike regular bears, they're intended solely for bedtime. Not just any bed, oh no. Open beds. Spacious little fucks.

Bedbugs like the taste of tight, cramped spaces. Little dark nooks and crannies and near their fresh supply of blood. Bedbears like the outdoors. They like moving around and feeling the wind in their outer shell fur. Oh, they have an exoskeleton and fur by the way. Imagine a bear wearing a cockroach suit, it's kind of like that.

Also unlike bedbugs, bedbears don't suck up your liquid nutrients like a bedbug, that's too simple. Packed with a fine set of miniature bear teeth, they instead consume their daily intake in the more rational route: Your delicious, succulent ankle meat.

Now, how does one bugbear consume a person's ankle? How does it fit in them? Well, it's simple. Bears are solitary by nature, and bedbears are, well, not. Bedbears tend to hunt in a pack of three to four, maybe five if they're feeling especially saucy. That way more bedbears can consume, and your ankles are as good as gone.

Bedbears (thankfully) do hibernate like real bears, so in the winter the ankle population is pretty much safe until they warm up and are ready for the fresh, juicy meat.

The size of an adult bedbear is about the size of a moderately sized caterpillar. So perhaps 5 centimetres at best. I know, that's pretty big. Another reason they're not much for a bedbug life (which are the size of an apple seed.) Baby bugbears are more aptly a bedbug size. Teensy!

They prefer to live near their food source (AKA you) but any mammal is fine as long as they have ankles. For some reason it's only the ankle they are after. They know by instinct whether a mammal or not has an ankle.

Now, your ankle is kind of important, because the joints in that pretty much hold up the rest of you (Woo!). When the bedbears get you, you're pretty much as good as amputated. Those things can be thorough (and the infection! Yuck!). Plus, your Achilles tendon is kind of there, so..... have fun trying to walk. They're gonna gobble that up like McDonalds.

Now lore. Not everyone knows of the elusive bedbear, and many usually go for the closely named bedbug or chalk up their sudden ankles being yeeted as a freak accident. After all, who is going to believe a five centimetre living, breathing bear exists? Definitely not the average human, that's for sure. But some who dig in real closely into old traditions and word of mouths hark the tale of a literal miniature ankle biter.

" But!" I hear, " Isn't that just a nickname for children and small dogs?"

Why yes, thank you for asking. People have heard that name for centuries, and they're right. Those children and puppers of the tree flesh can inherit the title of an ankle biter. Heck, it can even be a mosquito, it doesn't matter.

But bedbears? Oh, they really do hold that title true. They don't poke and nibble, they crunch. They're there for a good time and a long time (Those bastards.....)

So only a few know of these creatures, and instead of the teensy little bugs of woe, they bid their sweet and tender pals and mates good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbears bite.

Then, as the next generation in their tiny circle comes to light, they pass on that knowledge in hopes for many more years to come where the descendants of Earth know of these feral bastards.

Now, not everyone has died from a nighttime encounter with these fiendish beings. A few live to tell the tale, about how they woke up in a fright to hear something smick-smacking away at their heels, how they right themselves and find a source of human illumination, only to find a sleuth of bedbears scattering like dandelion fluffs in the wind into the abyss. They may have a decent amount still available, perhaps its far too late. Either way they required a rush to the hospital for treatment, and fate can only decide the ankle.

Rarely, a few find them crawling up to the free course meal before their ankle's fates are sealed, and those are the lucky ones. Real lucky.

Have a few disappeared? Not yet, or that we know of here. Every body has been safely recovered and given the title of 'Mysterious Circumstance', and nobody has disappeared.

..... That we know of. For all we know, someone might be King/Queen/Leader of the bedbears. Perhaps they have an ulterior motive. Perhaps they're just wielding seventeen cans of bear repellant and even the bedbears don't want to fuck with that beast of a being.

Oh wells.

Now, hehe, here's a funny anecdote. So apparently one person, in a curious attempt to find out what these bedbears especially like, decided to set up a scientific experiment.

First, they obtained ankles. Live and dead, of as many ethnicities and species as physically possible. How? Pfft, that doesn't matter, just know they obtained these ankles. After properly securing the tests with a control where it was just random ankle meats (A ton of it) on a deflated air mattress, they start the experiment. Don't worry, they set up cameras.

Well, turns out leaving a fuck ton of meat attracts more creatures than just bedbears. Bigger creatures than the little bedbears. So they had to do this several times to gain a semblance of a result that they can measure.

The results turned out to be: Congrats, they like living flesh the most, and now you have an infestation of ankle hungry bugbears who have now figured out there's a hearty supply of ankles ripe for the picking. The person who started this was also eaten by a real bear shortly after concluding this experiment, so Rest in Bedbearoni.

Now, how do we fend of these little creatures of the night? Well bug spray doesn't work, even though it should. Bear spray however does. Any chemical also works perfectly fine. Just be careful not to poison any precious creatures that are supposed to live, hurting them is mean.

Another method is by sending a bedbears worse enemy against them: Pines. Yeah, pines. Those trees that look sexy no matter the season. Now slap that into a scent, do some magic, and maybe come out with a fresh, tasty bottle of Pine-Sol (Warning: Do Not Drink Pine-Sol. That's bad for your tum tum.) to politely spray around the house (Get a good cleaning in the meantime) and ward away those furry skeletal fucks.

Congratulations! You have completed one(1) course of "Totally Real Biology I Swear! " Here's a sticker for your problems.

[starbuck09256]

Slanted Pool Tables

The X-Files 

Pre Season One AU

MSR tagging @today-in-fic

Fictober day 16

What if she met him before, on one of those birthdays she shared with Jack. At that bar with the slanted pool table, what if Mulder knew of her. How could they have met. 

He sits at the seedy bar, watching a pretty redhead take down a slightly older gentleman that is far too unattractive for her at the pool table. She smiles softly and even in the dim light her blue eyes dazzle him a bit. He’s seen her before he thinks, when he had to present at Quantico a few months ago.  That’s it, she was the pathologist who cracked open his case, she found that key piece that was missing from his profile. Now that he thinks about it her counterpart is also from Quantico Mulder isn’t sure what department he is in though. Scully that’s all he remembers from the autopsy report D, Scully. Fuck he thinks looking down at his celebratory glass of bourbon. Beautiful and brilliant, a deadly combo for him. The ease with which Scully and Willis, that’s right Jack Willis, move about the table as she sips on a beer. It is clear they have dated though aren’t now. If it’s any judgement by the other woman who is clearly friends with Scully, but has also been grabbing Jacks arm throughout the night.  He hears her soft chuckle, and tries to look away but she sees him gazing at her and she starts to walk towards him. He hears Jack yell 

“You can’t buy drinks on your birthday!” he calls as the taller busty blonde kisses his lips. 

Scully shakes her head. 

“There for your birthday, or aren’t you keeping up?” she jiggles the bottle in the air. 

Jack laughs kissing the busty blonde a bit. Scully stands right next to him; she is tiny, for far away he thought she was taller or maybe it was him projecting the way her intelligence flew off the page at him. He had requested her to do a few other autopsies in the past but they had never met. He sent her flowers once too, just as a thank you with his number to discuss some of her more unique findings. She never called, but he also never expected her too. He doesn’t know what to say now that she is next to him in a soft blue sweater and black pants and cute little heels that don’t seem at all practical for someone who stands over dead bodies all day. She licks her lips and he swirls his drink, letting the ice water it down a bit, it tastes better that way. 

Jerry comes up behind hijm smacking him on the back.

“That was some call Mulder how the hell did you know the guy came through the fucking air vent! Damn man, you need to share those tidbits more so us non golden boys can get some credit.” another agent hits him on the back. “Way to go Spooky.”

He smiles and nods and looks at the amount of bourbon that is wasted against the old oak bar. Jerry his partner is annoying, slightly stupid but more so he doesn’t want to work at anything. He is what Mulder grew up around, a bunch of rich kids expecting shit to get handed to him. Scully hands him a napkin. He smiles softly in thanks. 

“Fox Mulder right?” she holds out her hand. 

“I’m Dana Scully.” she smiles and he shakes her hand. 

Her fingers are light and soft but not covered by lotion some women wear. 

“I believe you’ve done a fair number of autopsies for me. I should buy you a birthday drink for the truly remarkable work.” 

She wonders if he is being sarcastic or has a double meeting. She’s a skeptic and it intrigues him even more based on the gold cross on her neck. He loves mysterious women. 

“Seems like you tried to thank me with a ridiculous amount of roses and daisies if I recall. Do you always try to woo women without using their first name or introducing yourself? Or do you just enjoy having them get up at 3am four consecutive nights in a row because you have severe trust issues with other highly trained equally qualified pathologists?” 

“Are you saying you aren’t the best pathologist the bureau has?” he counters turning to her. Fuck the lighting was so misgiving she is breathtaking. 

“I hold the same exact qualifications as my colleagues.” she stares him down it’s not often that someone challenges him so effortlessly which is another major turn on for him. 

Fuck this Scully is going to have him embarrassing himself shortly. 

“And I hold the same qualifications as people in my unit.” he counters.

 “Really? Don’t you have a doctorate in psychology from Oxford? Pretty sure that isn’t run of the mill in the VCU” oh shit she has looked into him, of course she has, she is the most thorough pathologist he has ever seen. Her reports are perfectly meticulous and her logic almost unexplainable. How much does he admit without her thinking he’s a stalker. 

“Right, everyone at Quantico smart enough to rewrite Einstein at 21, and not only that be correct? Tell me about parallel universes Doctor Scully. I can’t tell you how intriguing I found your thesis.”  She laughs. 

“Think you already have a profile on me then Agent Mulder? Is it as enlightening as Monty 

Props? Not everyday an agent's report and profiles become mandatory reading in training.”

 He gives her a sad smile. So she knows the stories, the ones that have him doing certain bidding for privileges of the basement. 

“But seeing as you are here, and have kept me away from the groping fest over there, how about you buy me a drink and I buy you one Agent Mulder?” she gives him a kind smile and he nods. 

“Only if you sit next to me and tell me how in this universe you got stuck celebrating your birthday at a super crappy bar with a slanted pool table and an ex?” She laughs. 

“I don’t know if this bar has enough booze for that Agent Mulder.” Mulder grins. 

“Just Mulder is fine by the way. Really umm, I’m sorry about all the autopsies and all, I read your thesis about 4 times and I have a load of questions written down.” 

He smiles sheepishly. She looks a little stunned but also highly curious. Mulder isn’t like the stories, he is smart, funny and dedicated to the job. He also is extremely handsome and not full of himself like he’s been made out to be. He also hasn’t mentioned anything about aliens or anything else. 

“Well that’s good because I happened to have read some of your work too. M.F Lunar, I take it.” He is speechless and she loves this look on his face. 

“Doctor Scully you keep unfolding like a flower.” 

She clinks the newly added drinks that have arrived and sits down next to him pulling her chair a little closer so she can hear him better. He twirls a small straw from his mouth chewing at the end of it. She leans on her hand staring up at him. 

“Just Scully is fine with me, so how many of these universes do you think have aliens?”

 “Oh all of them certainly.” 

“Certainly” she mutters.

 “I mean you wouldn’t be so closed minded to think they don’t exist.” 

“I think it might be probable that they exist, thinking that they are here bonding with cattle and trailer parks is where you lose me.” 

“Oh well then Scully, pull up a little closer have I got some stories to tell you.” She bites her lip and takes a swing of her beer. He pulls his chair a little closer to her and starts to tell of her of the fantastic and unimaginable. It will go down as one of the best birthdays she has ever had.

[cupofteaguk]

content creator year in review

thanks to @jimlingss / @floralseokjin / @gukyi for tagging me <3 i actually didn’t do a LOT of fic writing this year because of my ~mental state~ but we can definitely work with what i got 

first creation and most recent creation of 2020:

first creation was leap of faith and my most recent was christmas magic! 

a creation you’re really proud of:

definitely my avatar the last airbender au !! it was an idea i had in my head for a few months so actually getting to sit down and write it was a lot of fun. it’s also the type of ‘drabble’ (6k drabble that is) that i would really love to make into a whole fleshed out 20k story. hopefully 2021 will give me the chance to do that! <3 

a creation that took you forever:

battle of the brains probably because it ended up so much longer than i had planned for and i didn’t have the stamina to write such a big fic. 

a creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

probably on the road (to you) because it was one of.... 4 big fics i posted this years ?? lol anyways....... 

a creation you think deserved more notes: 

maybe leap of faith? i enjoyed the research of Harry Potter magical creatures that went into it haha so i wish that more people had been able to engage with the fic :-) 

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

writing wise, i didn’t join a new fandom! i do have a lot of writing for Seventeen but that’s all still personal + in my drive !! 

a creation you made that breaks your heart:

not really breaks my heart but my percy jackson au was probably my only fic this year that centered around angst and grief so i had to write that fic with a different emotional lenses compared to my other stories. 

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: 

my kiki delivery service au !!!! this fic really was one of my passion projects and something that i knew i needed to write after seeing the film for the first time !!! and i think that 

a creation that was inspired by another one:

i’ve written fics this year inspired by avatar the last airbender, percy jackson and the olympians, and kiki’s delivery service (all linked above) so yeah :’D 

a favorite creation created by someone else: 

holy fuck ok time to roll out why i really made this post because i didn’t do a lot of writing but i did a fair amount of reading <3 

if i told you by @gukyi | THIS FIC WAS JUST SO GOOD. EVERYTHING ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!! the characters!!!! the development!!!!! the plot!!!!! THE CLIMAX OF THIS STORY!!!!!!! i don’t even think i’ve ever screamed about this fic directly to Guyi  but alas this is my third time expressing how much i’m a slut for this fic. 

the art of war more by @kpopfanfictrash | i think Shanna changed the meaning of a college au when she wrote and posted this fic because it was truly one of the most well covered and most thorough fics i’ve read all year. i can’t even begin to imagine the amount of detail and thought that was put in constructing this story and how to write it in a way that doesn’t fEEL 40k. yeah Shanna’s really talented and that’s all i can say on that. 

hulu & woohoo (from her netflix and chill series) by @1kook | can i just say that miss yami is so fucking talented and managed to create a whole series with two compelling characters in the midst of such a wonderfully constructed relationship that makes u want to die, cry, but be horny at the same time ?? just me ??? ok then!! 

shield by @joonsgalore | this is such a well constructed fic that gives you sO MUCH YOU’LL WANT TO DIE IN A GOOD WAY !!! the development of the relationship between the characters is just chefs kiss A+ and i don’t want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn’t read this but the nsfw content?? let me just throw myself off a cliff because yes folks it’s that good. 

some of your favorite content creators from the year:

along with the authors mentioned above, i’d also like to yell my love for @scriptaed / @underthejoon / @jungshookz / @readyplayerhobi / @kinktae / @angelguk / @ubemango / @taetaespeaches / @hansolmates / @gukslut / @jungkxook / @cafemiya (i’m sorry if i missed anyone that i follow.... i just quickly skimmed through my following list so i definitely could have overlooked a few people) 

and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love: 

i really didn’t write a lot of fics this year tbh.... i think i have already mentioned most of my fics from the previous answers lol cries 

TAGGING: everyone mentioned above :-) apologizes if you’ve done this already feel free to ignore it this!!! 

[kaunis-sielu]

October 26: Corn Maze

Family date nights were the best. Once a month all of the couples brought their kids to Sam’s house where he and Viz would watch them and you’d all go out and do something fun together. This month you tried to do one last outdoor thing before it got too cold, last year was a hayride, the year before that was at an apple orchard and this year you’d decided to do a corn maze.

Of course it wasn’t just a corn maze because this was Steve and Bucky and their family so they never were just chill about stuff. At the center of the maze there was a prize, first couple to get to the middle had to grab the prize then make it out of the maze without being caught. If you’re caught the prize goes to the couple who found you and they get 30 seconds to go. Rules were made against helping other teams by making any noise, texting, calling, using a flashlight, smoke signals or any other form of communication.

You had to be thorough because both Steve and Bucky had a tendency to be what they called creative winners. If it wasn’t in the rules it was fair game. This had caused plenty of friendly bickering in the past but you knew the prize was a big one this time so you knew the cheating, or creative winning, was going to be at a high.

“Alright. The workers placed the trophy in the middle. The place is ours for the rest of the night. Each team will be drawn out of a hat and be let into the maze in a five minute interval. Any questions?” Steve asks the group, it’s you, May and Bucky, Clint and Nat, Luke and Jessica, Matt and Elektra, Scott and Hope and Peter and MJ. The teens have been warned that if they win they’ll get an alternate prize because no way in hell is May going to let them go on a weekend vacation alone. They are only juniors in high school after all, but you did decide that if they won you’d pay for a full day of fun that cost the same as the weekend getaway.

“Who is pulling the names?”

“This is one of the employees, uh sorry man I didn’t get your name.” Steve says to the pale young man,

“D-Dave.” He stutters, clearly aware of who these people are so you give him a soft smile.

“Alright this is Dave and he’s gonna pull the names. You guys ready?” A cheer goes up and you lean over to Dave.

“Don’t let them bully you into going early. If they do you let me know who’s grounded.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You and Steve are third to go. He’s moving a little faster than normal but you follow along knowing that he wants to win. You won’t tell him that you’d bought an extra getaway package if you didn’t win.

“I studied the maze on Google maps, so I think we can win!” He tells you and you laugh, of course he did.

“Didn’t know there’d be other people in the maze though huh Rogers?” A low voice says as three large figures step into the walkway.

“Rumlow.” Steve snarls, “was the beating I gave your boys the other night not enough?” Steve asks shoving you behind him. You turn to run and find help when you’re confronted by a big dude with greasy long hair smiling threateningly down at you. Steve is still sore from the other night, his ribs aren’t healed.

“Howlies!” You shriek you get two screams of the word out before greasy grabs your arm. Unfortunately for him you’re not the damsel in distress you might have been two years ago. Instead you kick him in the balls before wrapping your arms tightly around his throat. He struggles, twists onto his back to crush you under his weight and tries to grab onto you but you’re too small for him to get a good grasp on, “Howlies! You keep yelling as you hold tight. His body goes slack and you count to ten before letting go and struggling to get out from under him. “Howlies!”

“Shut the fuck up!” One of the men, buzz cut, says punching you in the face. It hurts like hell but for some reason a laugh bursts past your lips.

“He’s going to kill you for that.” You tell him and when there’s a pop and the man crumbles to the ground you’re not surprised to find Steve, panting heavily a new cut on his face bleeding, standing there with his gun out. Moments later someone bursts out of the corn maze behind him and Steve whips around. But his body relaxes when he sees Bucky,

“What the fuck?”

“Ambush. Can you make sure greasy hair is still breathing?” You ask as you step over the men strewn on the ground between you and Steve. “Are you okay?” You ask pulling a package of travel tissues from your purse, you pass him one and he holds it to the new cut on his face.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Yea, yea I’m okay.” You hear a grunt from behind you but don’t look. You don’t need to know. “You wanna go home?”

“We probably should. We’ll do a game thing or something.” He says, “I’m sorry Doll. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You can’t plan for everything.”

“Find that Dave kid.” Steve orders Nat who shows up breathless with a muddy Clint behind her.

“Hawkeye didn’t see the stalk on the ground and face planted.” Nat says before grabbing her partner and dragging him along behind her.

“Let me see.”

“What?”

“Let me see, you’re moving like you’re hurt,” when he reluctantly lets you see his ribs and a gasp falls past your lips. “We are going to the hospital.”

“Doll I’m fine.”

“Do not even try that shit with me Steven Grant Rogers. I am not losing the love of my life to internal bleeding because he was too fucking stubborn to go to a hospital! We will tell them you’re an MMA fighter and that shit got out of hand. Now. Ass in the car, I am driving and do not even think about fighting me on this.” You snap and to your relief he doesn’t try to fight you. Instead he moves slowly to the car and you turn to Bucky,

“You’ve got this?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t kill the kid, just maybe scare him a little.” Bucky nods and you turn to follow Steve back to the car. So much for family date night.

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The String that Binds Us

The String that Binds Us

This my try at a soulmate fic

@ozmav

 Wayne Enterprise:

 Marinette and her class were on a field trip to Wayne Enterprise in Gotham, she was lingering at the back to avoid Lila and her sheep; Marinette want no part in that thank you, but she could still hear them talking.

“There have been so many people and celebrities wanting to be on the other end of my string.”  Lila boasted.

A string is a glowing red thread that leads from one person’s heart to their soulmates; it will appear when the soulmates are close to each other and gently tug them together. When Marinette was younger, she her string would lead her to Adrien.  Looking back Marinette realizes she dodged a bullet.

“Heck even Damian Wayne said he wished it was me!”

“I have no doubt Lila, you are awesome!” Alya praised.

Lila voice carried through the hall, gain the attention off many people outside her classmates; people Lila wished never heard her.  Marinette just rolled her eyes and kept quiet; anyone worth their salt would never want Lila to be on the other end of their string.  Just as Lila was boasting about something else; she felt a tug on her heart. Marinette looked at her chest; it was her string!  

It gave a couple more gentle tugs, Marinette taking a couple steps with each tug, before it full out DRAGGED her to where it wanted to be!

“AH!”  Marinette yelled, as she was hauled in one direction.

Marinette’s yelp drew her classmate’s attention to her; so they were witnesses to her be towed away be her string, not that anyone reacted.  No one has ever seen a string react so strongly before, so how could they?

As Marinette ran; trying to keep up with her strings pace, she passed 2 men in suits; nearly running into them.  They seemed to be making their way to her class.

“Sorry!  I don’t know where I’m going!!!!”  Marinette shrieked, as she passed them.

Marinette’s first obstacle in her run to her soulmate was a door; an ‘Employee Only’, that needed a special key to get in.

“Crud!”

“Hang on little lady, I got your back!”  Came a male voice from behind.

It was one of the two men she nearly ran over; he bolted passed her and unlocked the door, holding it open for her as well.  Marinette thanked him as she stumbled past.

“Thank you!”

“You’re not leaving me behind Miss!  Someone has to make sure you don’t run into anymore doors!”  

“Thank –Whoa!” Another hard tug from her string cut Marinette off.

Once the door was closed, the second man finished making his way to the stunned class; he introduced himself to the teacher.

“Hello Ms.Bustier?  My name is Bruce Wayne; I just heard one of your students lying loudly about my youngest son and I feel the need to put a stop to it, now.”  Bruce put emphasis on the word ‘now’ while staring hard at Lila.  Lila shrunk into herself; knowing everything she said now going to come into question, Bruce Wayne was nothing but thorough in his questioning.

 With Marinette:

Down 3 long hallways, up three flights of stairs, two more hallways and another two doors, through one very startled business meeting, and now; so far, 10 flights of stairs.  Marinette was getting tired and rather dizzy, thankfully the man that was running with her had a good sense of humor and thought this was hilarious; he also introduced himself as ‘Dick’.

“Why is this taking me all over the place?  And WHY is this place such a maze?!”  Marinette asked, running out of breath and stumbling around because of her string.

“I don’t know why you’re running all over; or why your string is pulling this hard, but this place is a maze because Bruce is weird.”  Dick did his best to answer, breathing still calm and keeping a steady pace.

“Why couldn’t have it just let me take the elevator; instead of running up, what fifteen sets of stairs now!”

Dick just laughed at Marinette’s comment as they ran down another hallway.

As they ran through more twists and turns Marinette was beginning to wonder when this would end. Just as she thought that, she collided with another body, hard, giving her only a moment to brace for impact.

“Ouch.” Marinette said; she ran into a wall of muscle; also clearly male body, so the impact hurt her slightly.

“Oof.” Sounded the person she ran into, obviously not as bother by the hit.

When Marinette had braced herself, she put her hands in front of her, so they were resting on the new person’s chest.  Her soulmate; for that’s what he had to be, ended up wrapping his arms around her.

Something happened with the string right after it finished pulling; the string began to bind them together, winding around them shoulder to ankle; so there was no escape. Marinette couldn’t believe what was happening; neither could her soulmate or the three bystanders.

“I-I’m so s-sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you!  The string just yanked and I couldn’t stop!” Marinette rushed out in one gasp.

Before her soulmate could answer her, there were comments from their audience.

“I can’t believe it! Demon Spawn really does have someone at the end of his string and she’s cute!”

“If I wasn’t seeing this for myself I wouldn’t believe it, the Brat has a soulmate! ...And very active string?”

“Guys watch it, we don’t want to scare the Little Lady off before she’s properly introduced do you?”

“Shut up you idiots, you’re not wanted here.”  Marinette felt more than heard from the chest she was pressed against.

Marinette knew it, she made her soulmate upset!  She needed to find a way to fix it.  Red in the face Marinette started to ramble.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to…”  Marinette was cut off by her soulmate.

“I don’t mean you Miss; I meant our stupid unwanted peanut gallery.”

“That not nice little D, I help get her to you.”

“Shut up Grayson.”

“Umm…”  Marinette interrupted, bringing their attention to her. “Hi, I’m Marinette…”

“Hello Marinette, I’m Damian and apparently we’re soulmates.”  Damian introduced.

“Apparently?  Really Demon Spawn, you two are literally tied together with your sting; that’s more of a definitely.”

“Timmy’s right you know.”

“Shut up Todd, Drake!”

“Guys please introduce yourself before she just deems you all dangerous.”  Dick tried.

 “Fine Dicky-Bird, hi Rosie-cheeks; I’m Jason.”  Jason greeted.

“And I’m Tim, we’re Damian’s brothers; along with Dick, sorry if we made you uncomfortable.”  Tim apologized.

“It’s fine! It’s just a lot happened in such a short period and my string dragging me around was really confusing.”  Marinette explained.

Jason and Tim started laughing.

“We know, watching Damian get towed around like he was on a leash was hilarious.”  Jason cackled.

“Yeah, seeing him get dragged from his desk was hysterical!” Tim snickered.

Marinette felt Damian growl and looked up at his face; he was turning pink.

“Shut up.”  Damian commanded, looking like he wanted to hurt his brothers.

Marinette wanted to sooth Damian’s ire.

“Damian,” Marinette drew his attention. “I did much more embarrassing things than you; I got pulled away from my class, nearly bowled over Dick and the person he was with, almost ran into about four doors, up like twenty flights of stairs, and disrupted a board meeting.  I think I did worse than you.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Grayson, did she really do all that?” Damian questioned Dick.

“Yup, I’m surprized she’s not more tired really.”

“Are you hurt?” Damian asked, focusing on Marinette.

“What?  No, I’m fine.”  Marinette answered confused.

“Are you sure?  That must not have been an easy run.”

“It wasn’t bad Damian, I promise.”

“If you’re sure Marinette.”

“I’m sure.”

“Look as cute as your conversation is, you two are still tied together; how do you plan on getting out it?”  Tim inquired.

Marinette blinked at Tim and looked back at Damian.

“I…Don’t know. I’ve never heard about a string doing this at all.”  Marinette conceded, wiggling around; only to stop when she noticed was kind of rubbing herself against Damian.

Damian turned a little pink from Marinette’s movements, but his best not to let his brothers know. Tim walked around the pair; occasionally pulling at the string, trying to see if it would give, making observations.

“This is really interesting; this has to be the first record of a string dragging people together instead of the tug and the first record of tying them up!”

Again everyone fell into silence, unsure how remedy the issue; until Jason spoke up.

“Why don’t they kiss?”

“WHAT?!”  Damian and Marinette yelled as one.

“You guys have any better ideas?”

Damian and Marinette turned bright red, but couldn’t argue with Jason.

“B-But, you guys are watching…”  Marinette whimpered.

“The Lady is right; we should leave and let them have their moment together.”  Dick stated, corralling Tim and Jason to a nearby exit.

Marinette and Damian were left alone, quiet and embarrassed.

“I’m sorry about my brothers Marinette; they live to humiliate me.”

“That wasn’t too bad Damian…”

Damian cleared his throat.

“We should at least try Todd’s idea.”

“Right, sure, of course, but I…This is…I mean…”  Marinette tried.

Damian blinked at the girl he was bound to.

“Are you saying that you’ve never been kissed?”

“Yes.”  Marinette whispered.

“But how?!  You’re beautiful!”  Damian exclaimed, having been shocked by this revelation.

“I-I-I-I-I” Marinette stammered, turning even brighter.

“Forgive me for my forwardness Marinette, but it’s true; you are beautiful.”

“T-Thank you Damian.”

“You’re welcome my Dear, but we really should try to get out of the string now.”

“Right.”

There was some awkward moving and wiggling; they stood at two different heights, but eventually they got close enough to kiss. When their lips finally met Marinette expected the electrifying spark that should come with a soulmates kiss, what she didn’t expect was the warm, comforting feeling that wrapped around her; making her heart sigh in contentment and her very being say ‘Oh, there you are; hello.’

When Damian and Marinette pulled away from each other the string was gone.   During the kiss Marinette had moved her hands from Damian’s chest to around his neck; causing a more intimate embrace between the two.

“I should get back to my class…” Marinette breathed without any conviction.

“True, perhaps you would be willing to join me from dinner tonight?  I would enjoy getting to know you Marinette.”

“I would like that too Damian, but I think I’m going to be in trouble for running away for the class; soulmate string or not.”

“Don’t worry, my brothers more than likely have…handled the situation with your class.”

Marinette tilted her head in confusion.

“If you say so Damian.”

“Let me walk you back?” Damian asked holding out his arm.

“It would be a pleasure Damian.”  Marinette said intertwining their arms.

Together they walked back to the entrance, back to Marinette’s class, but into a new beginning for them.

End

That was The String that Binds Us

 Also

 Extra:

With the class at the hotel, after the tour and Lila getting called out by Bruce:

Alya – SHE WAS LYING THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!

Nino –Babe please…

Adrien – Come on guys, Lila couldn’t have done that; her lies weren’t hurting anyone.

Alya – WHAT!  NOT HURTING ANYONE?!  THAT WITCH HAS COST ME MY REPUTATION AS A REPORTER!  NO WONDER PEOPLE STOPPED FOLLOWING ME THEY SAW THE LIES!

Nino – Bro, what do you mean by ‘her lies weren’t hurting anyone’ did you know she was lying?!

Adrien – Umm…

Alya – You-You-You-Grrr. Did anyone else know!

Adrien – Marinette did.

Nino - *Suddenly getting* She tried to warn us…Dude why didn’t you back her up if you knew!

Adrien – Well Lila wasn’t hurting anyone and Marinette was the one to provoke her to getting worse.

Alya – Not hurting anyone?  She hurt me and ruined my rep, she led the rest of the class on about all the things she has done and PROMISED!  HOE IS THAT NOT HURTING ANYONE?!

Adrien – Wait a minute…

Nino - *Interrupts* We were CUREL TO MARINETTE!  WE ACTED LIKE BULLIES AND YOU LET US!

Adrien - *Has no response to that*

 Extra 2:

Jason and Damian are alone:

Jason – So?  Did you enjoy your soulmate rubbing on you?

Dami - *Spit take* TODD!

 Extra 3:

Damian and Marinette at a restaurant:

Marinette – I just realized I never gave you my full name; I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Damian – I’m Damian Wayne.

Marinette -*Oblivious* Like Bruce Wayne’s son?

Damian - *Now knowing Marinette cares more for him than a name* Yes Marinette, has anyone told you that you are a wonderful girl?  Because you are.

[eldritch-obscuritea]

The Fog In The Morning, Part 1

AN: Maaaan, I gotta stop posting stuff under the wrong blog. Anyhow, this part really took on a life of its own. I haven’t the faintest idea how it got so long! Well, I hope someone likes it :D

Word Count: 1605

Content: Mild (nonexplicit) violence, bit of blood

Liu had always loved pineapple cake, as far as he could remember. Which admittedly, wasn’t far at all. Liu had a terrible memory, something which had earned him more than one concerned letter home even at the tender age of seven. He always found himself leaving worksheets, backpacks, and sometimes even his shoes at home. School materials were one thing, but shoes? That was unusual, or crazy, as Jeff liked to put it. 

Jeff called a lot of things crazy. Their mom, their dad, and all of his teachers, for example. He called Liu’s shoes crazy, since Liu forgot to wear them extraordinarily often. Even Jeff himself was “a complete nutjob,” a fact which Jeff proclaimed almost proudly sometimes. 

Liu didn’t really mind Jeff’s calling his shoes crazy. He didn’t really mind Jeff calling himself crazy either, though he could never understand why Jeff would do so. Jeff was cool, and never afraid of anything, while Liu felt afraid almost all the time. He had mentioned this to Jeff a few times, but the response was always the same. Jeff would grin and shake his head, as if he’d never heard anything sillier in his life. 

“What’re you talking about,” he’d say. “We’re bros. We both gotta look out for each other, since Mum and Dad are too crazy to themselves. Or maybe not crazy enough, huh?” And then he’d smile at Liu. “I can protect you, if it really comes down to that. Heck, every kid in town knows not to mess with me!”

-

“Tag, you’re it!” Jeff hollered, running across the parking area which served as St. Mary Mackillop Elementary School’s playground. The third grader whom Jeff was now dashing away from yelled gleefully, and took off after another one of their classmates. 

Liu kept watching from the corner of the parking lot. He didn’t really recognise any of Jeff’s classmates, since they were in the grade below him. Honestly he didn’t know half of his own classmates, even though the grade sizes were small and he’d been at the school since kindergarten. He sighed, and leaned his head back against the warm brick wall. 

A voice spoke next to him. “They look like they’re having a good time.” Liu turned his head sharply, jumping back. A larger boy had addressed him, and was now looking at him curiously. Red hair flopped into his eyes as he tilted his head and said “What, you paranoid or something?” 

“No,” Liu retorted quickly. “I just- you- euh- h-” He took a deep breath in, buried his face in his sleeve, and then let it out slowly, stale air filtering through the soft fabric and into his nose. Then he looked up at the other student. “You shouldn’t startle people if they aren’t paying attention. It’s rude.”

The redheaded boy shrugged. “Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t mean to.” They stood for a few seconds in awkward silence, and Liu tried to work up the courage to say that he should go, or that he needed to use the bathroom, or really anything which would end this encounter. Thankfully, Jeff chose that moment to saunter over to Liu, his short brown hair sticking up stiffly with sweat. 

“You should come join us!” Then he noticed the boy standing near Liu, and his chipper mood diminished ever so slightly. “You can too, I guess, if you want.” 

The redhead shrugged again. “Maybe.” He gestured at Liu, who was standing rather still. “What’s up with him? He crazy or what?” 

For all Jeff’s talk about Liu’s shoes, he would never call Liu himself crazy, and he would definitely never, ever let some kid insult Liu like that, even if said kid was a solid six inches taller than him. Liu could see the spark of combat flash in Jeff’s eyes, and he quickly said “Yeah Jeff, I’d love to. Let’s go.” He glanced at the other boy, who rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, I guess I’ll play too.” And with that, Jeff grabbed Liu’s wrist and pulled him towards the middle of the parking lot. 

The game of tag was mostly a blur. What wasn’t a blur was the image of Jeff, staggering backwards with eyes wide and his knuckles pink from impact. The redhead was also staggering backwards, hands over his nose. Red dripped between his fingers, splattering on the pavement. A teacher, Mrs. Lorrie, was making her way towards them, and a small ring of other students clustered round to watch what would happen. 

Liu stood, frozen. What was going to happen? Jeff had been in trouble for fighting before, and Liu knew it’d make their mother upset. She was always worrying about whether he and Jeff would be “good people,” and Liu hated seeing disappointment and concern on her face. He crossed his fingers, hoping that the school wouldn’t call home. 

“Boys.” Mrs. Lorrie had arrived, and was eyeing the scene disapprovingly. “Come with me. I’m taking you to the principal’s office.” Jeff and the other boy sullenly followed, and Liu did as well with some hesitation. 

They entered the school building, and the smell of sunlight and the outdoors was replaced by dust from a hallway that was pleading for a thorough clean. Mrs. Lorrie’s shoes clicked on the old tile floor. Halfway down the hallway they stopped at an old, dark wooden door, a door which Liu knew all too well. She opened in, and waved the three boys inside. 

“Ah, Mr. Woods.” A middle aged woman with bright eyes smiled as Liu walked in. She turned to Jeff and the other boy as they filed in after him. “Welcome, welcome. All of you, sit down.” 

They did so, Jeff plopping himself with confidence Liu could tell was feigned. Liu himself didn’t feel confident at all, and neither did the other boy from the looks of it. Once they were all seated, the principal turned to Jeff. 

“Now then, what’s this I hear about you and Randy here getting into a fight? You know that there’s always a better way to handle the situation than that.” she said sternly. 

Jeff quickly began to protest. “Well he pushed me when-”

“I didn’t push you! You ran into me!” 

“Yeah right, I never-”

“Mrs. Henning, this isn’t fair-”

“Boys!” For the first time, all traces of a smile were gone from the principal’s face. Both Jeff and the boy stopped talking, still throwing dirty looks at each other. She steepled her fingers and sighed. “Alright, Jeff, what happened?”

Jeff leaned forwards, hands gripping the edge of the table. “Well, Mrs. Henning, I was playing tag with my classmates when I noticed this kid approaching Liu. Liu looked really scared, so I went to protect him right? And then when I get there, this kid goes and calls Liu crazy! I still wanted to try to be friends, so I invited them both to play tag, but halfway into the game he rams into me, so I hit him back. I swear I didn’t think I hit him that hard, I only wanted to make him back off-” 

“That’s enough. Liu, do you have anything to add?” 

“No ma’m.” Liu said quickly. Then he flushed. “Well, Jeff was trying to protect me, and I was startled when this kid approached, but I don’t think he was trying to scare me.” 

Mrs. Henning turned towards the redheaded boy. “What do you have to say about this?” 

He reached for a tissue and held it up to his nose. “Well I didn’t mean to scare this kid, I didn’t even think that I would. He’s in the grade above us, and he was hanging out by himself so I wanted to try talking to him. And I didn’t run into Jeff, he ran into me! And I tried to say sorry anyways, but he just punched me in the face like he’s crazy or so-” 

Jeff stood up indignantly, but sat down reluctantly upon seeing Mrs. Henning’s disapproving look. “Mr. Jokinen.” The redhead appeared to be busy admiring the woodwork of the desk. “I request that you not call your peers ‘crazy’ again. Is that clear?” The boy nodded, and she sighed. 

“While Jeff does have a history of being disruptive, in light of his good intentions, I’m going to let you two off with a warning.” The smile reassembled itself on her face. “Now Mr. Jokinen, it looks like your nose has stopped bleeding but take a few tissues with you just in case. Mr. Woods, I expect you to be on your best behavior. And Liu.” She turned towards him with bright, light brown eyes and Liu flinched instinctively. She only smiled softly. 

“Take care of yourself, alright?”

“Yes’m” Liu mumbled. 

Mrs. Henning nodded. “You three may leave then.” The three boys quietly filed out of the office. 

“Man, I thought we were fried!” Jeff fistpumped the air. “10/10 sweet talking skills, score for me!” 

Liu looked around. “Where’d that other kid go?”

Jeff paused his victory dance. “Hm?” He glanced up and down the hallways. “I dunno. Might’ve gone to the bathroom to clean up. I would if I were him.” He laughed as they started to walk back down the hall. “Can you imagine what the kids in class are gonna say? He’s probably gonna have at least one black eye for weeks, and from a kid half his size! I almost feel bad for him.”

“Almost,” Liu echoed. 

The two boys reached the door and stepped outside, greeted by a gaggle of students eager to hear the principal’s verdict. Liu was sure Jeff wouldn’t dissapoint.

[nad-zeta]

[ ✨ ] hello! may i ask for an ikesen matchup ^^? i'm usually very awkward and silent around new people and new environments in general and i get really panicky over small things (tiny mistakes, etc.). i'm not often one to start conversation, and even if i do, i just,, stare at them silently and go back to my own thing ^^;; but! once someone gets to hook me in through something i'm interested in and get me out of my shell, i get very hyper and cheery and excited easily around them ><

[ ✨ ] and at that point, congrats, you're my friends that i'll spill most secrets with :D! my interests are usually anime, games, manga, etc. but i also have a big liking to stories and books! and often times if i'm presented with a paper and pen, i *will* doodle, so drawing's also a big hobby of mine (i get really absorbed in doing it ///). back on the friend part, i won't hesitate to yell across the street to get your attention then run and hug you, and just start talking to you in high speed

[ ✨ ] and i am guaranteed to will die for you and your happiness. someone says shit? prepare to get these hands ùwú. i may be short but i am full of love for you. i'm willing and capable of doing Things - just a bit of grumbling but i will do it - but i have a tendency to be kinda slow. but some have said that i'm thorough in the task. half my hearing's basically gone so i might ask to repeat something from you for a bit, so please be patient with me o(._.'' )o and just in general lol

[ ✨ ] last thing!! the matchup is done but another request to everyone reading: please take care of yourself, take breaks and keep hydrated, and be safe out there!! i love all your works hun, and i hope you all have a wonderful day!!

Hi hi, love!🦋❤ Awwww you are so sweet, thank you for the kind words! ☺😳I hope you also have a wonderful day! ❤🦋🌻Thank you so much for the request, and I am sorry I took sooooo damn long with it! I hope you enjoy this, dear! Sending you lots of hugs! 🌻🦋❤

So I match you with.............. Kenshin

You arrived in the past with a bang and somehow despite your tiny frame managed to carry a man four times your size out of a burning building. The whole experience honestly had you on edge. Just as you started to calm down another man dressed in green came riding up to you and the man you had just saved. Hideyoshi, the raven hair beside you called the man as he climbed off his horse and knelt down in front of both of you. He looked up from you and gave you the biggest death stare you had ever seen. He demanded you give him your name and background story. You were so shocked at the whole experience you simply stayed silent. The second he drew his sword you bolted. The simple scare tactic worked too well as you ran away from the men. 

Of course, Hideyoshi followed you on horseback through the forest. You ran as fast as your tiny legs could carry you running straight into yet another man. He caught you in his arms and held you steady as you reoriented yourself. Heterochromatic eyes peered down at you. You were honestly super panicked and now apologizing profusely for running into the man. His features softened slightly as he looked down at the frightened creature in his arms, he could hear the sound of horses heading towards him in the distance. He gently wrapped his large hand around your smaller one and pulled you along as he started to run. Finally, he reached his horse hidden among the bushes.

The two of you remained crouched down in the bushes alongside the horses when a calm voice broke the silence, “Lord Kenshin, I have successfully secured us an escape route, if you would please follow me.” Kenshin then swiftly lifted you up and place you on top of his horse, before climbing on behind you. The three of you rode through the night for what felt like ages until you reached a small cabin in the woods. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but think this was how you were going to die. Kenshin helped you down the horse and lead you inside. Once inside, you got a better look at the man with a calm voice, and that’s when you realized that you knew him. Sasuke looked at you and instantly knew who you were. While Kenshin was outside brushing down the horses, Sasuke explained the situation to you. It was honestly all too much for your nerves to handle and you passed out.

You woke up in an extravagant room in Kasugayama Castle, you looked around the unknown room and sighed when you realized that it was not all one big dream. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a bunny scurrying out of your room, running in an unknown direction. A few moments later Kenshin appeared with the rabbit trailing closely behind him. He placed a tray filled with food next to you and crouched down beside you, “Sasuke told me that the two of you are from the same village, you are welcome to stay here until you return home.” After that, he swiftly got up and left.

In the days to follow you started helping out the castle staff, it was slow going, but your work was thorough. Something which the maids really enjoyed about you. You had been at the castle for a full week, and you still hadn’t spotted Kenshin again since the day he brought you breakfast. 

Tasks done for the day, you made your way to the castle garden to read. After Sasuke had shown you the castle’s library, you had made it your personal mission to read every book within.

You sat in the garden in the shade of a big sakura tree when, suddenly you were surrounded by hundreds of rabbits. You smiled as the fluffballs nuzzled and cuddled you. Suddenly Kenshin appeared, “It’s strange to see the bunnies following around someone other than me.” He took a seat beside you and as if on cue half the rabbits jumped onto his lap and started cuddling him. There was a peaceful silence that stretched between the two of you as you went back to reading. 

Kenshin eyes you curiously but then closed his eyes and laid his head down on the soft grass to take an afternoon nap. He never liked women and would usually avoid them like the plague, but you were different. He liked that you didn’t feel the need to impress him or try and wed him like those irritating woman from the different clans. 

The next day the same thing happened, as you sat beneath the tree reading, Kenshin appeared. This time he started a conversation with you, you looked up at him from the book you were reading and smiled. Luckily for Kenshin, he had asked about a topic that piqued your interest, and you started chatting with the bunny warlord. 

In the days to follow the two of you would always meet under the same tree at the same time. The more days that passed, the more comfortable you were around Kenshin, gradually dropping your guard and opening up. Soon he had made it past your barriers and in your eye, you now saw him as a dear friend

Ooooh how Kenshin loved his upgraded title and this new cheerful side of you. He started giving you the nickname little rabbit cause that is precisely what you were in his eyes. Shy and reserved at first but once out of your shell, energetic and excitable. He loved how you would burst into his room, excited to show him your newest drawing. He would legit steal them and put them on display for all to see. 

The two of you would spend hours together, just talking and telling each other cool stories. Sometimes the two of you would just quietly sit in the same room and do your own tasks. Kenshin would do boring admin, and you would get completely absorbed in your drawing.

To be honest the more and more time the two of you cuties spent together the more Kenshin fell entirely in love with you. You were unlike any woman he has ever met. When he opened up about his past to you, you accepted him completely and still loved him without judging. Through your friendship with the bunny warlord, you helped him slowly work through the trama and all the negative feelings he would have. Some nights when he would have nightmares, you would hear him get up and sit out in the garden. You would grab a blankie and go and join him, placing the blanket over both your shoulders as you ask him to tell you about his dream. You may be short, but you were definitely full of love for Kenshin.

During one of his conversations with Sasuke, the ninja, let it slip that you liked mangas and animes. After a lengthy explanation as to what exactly that was, Kenshin got to work. In his spare time, he worked on drawing you your own little anime manga. When it was finally complete, he handed it over to you during one of your tea dates. You excitedly started reading in, and when you got to the end, you found a letter. You carefully broke the seal and opened it. Written inside was a confession of love from the bunny warlord himself. You leapt from the place you were sitting and tackled Kenshin down in a big hug showering his face with little kisses.

Kenshin loves that you show your affection so openly towards him. His eyes will light up in delight, especially if he hears you excitedly yell out his name from across the market street. He knows to brace himself as you usually run and jump into his arms, giving him the biggest hug. For a man that never smiles, whenever you are near or in his arms, he is beaming with pure happiness. 

He loves how protective you can get over him as well. Especially when someone is trash-talking him, you are ready to fight. During these times, Kenshin will gently wrap his arms around your waist and bring you closer to him, and nuzzle his nose against your neck and whisper how much he absolutely adores you.

And fear not, no one dare say one bad thing about his little bunny unless they want to lose their head. He knows that half your hearing is basically gone so he will be sure to patiently repeat whatever he is saying to you if you didn’t catch it the first time. Again and if someone dares say anything about getting annoyed with having to repeat stuff to you, he, will, not, hesitate, too, teach, them, some, manners.  

Kenshin would go to the ends of the earth and back to keep that beautiful smile on your face. You have saved him from the demons of his mind, and for that, he will be eternally grateful. Just as he has successfully brought you out of your shell, you have successfully brought him out of the darkness of his past and into the light of the future

Often the two of you can be found cuddled together with your rabbit army under your favourite sakura tree. Simply exchanging sweet kisses and interesting stories.

Otherwise, the two of you are spending a peaceful afternoon together in Kesnhins room, each busy with their own task. When Kenshin is done with his work for the day, he will place himself behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist, and propping his head up to rest on your shoulder. He will sit like this with you tight in his arms as you continue to get absorbed in your art. 

He could spend hours just sitting with you in his arms while watching you gracefully sketch out the scene in your imagination. He will definitely drop a few sweet sneaking kisses on your neck and cheek as you work.

Other potential matches………………. Mitsuhide

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! 🌻🦋❤🥰

[sunflowerspecter]

no one like her 🌙 n.r.

i guess we’re doing this :)

summary: you become quick friends with natasha when you move to the compound, but when it becomes more than just friendship, will you tell her? (maybe she’ll tell you first)

pairing: natasha romanov x reader

warnings: one curse word, some very very brief mentions of homophobia, gross fluff that made me sick writing, also maybe bad writing but i double checked the grammar and spelling 15 times so at least thats good (hopefully) 

words: 1508

note: this is my entry for @mcuspidey’s 2-week writing challenge!! the prompt/trope for this was best-friends-to-lovers so yay! (this started out as peter parker but then someone was like emma it’s pride month and i was like, oh, got it ;D) hope you enjoy this! 

To say the least, you definitely are not cut out to be a superhero. For some reason, however, your sister, Pepper Potts, thinks you are. Sure, you have that strange telepathy thing that no one can really explain, but other than that, you aren’t special. You’re just a vet in the city, at a clinic close to Avengers Tower. You used to be good at keeping your powers hidden, because humans are hard to read, for you. Eventually, you began only being able to read animals. One day, your boss discovered your ability.

And he fired you for it.

You lost your home, your car, everything because of him. Because he ruined your reputation, so you couldn’t get a job. You were able to call your sister for help, and perhaps that’s when the idea struck her.

���Come live at the compound with all of the Avengers! You'll get along so well with all of them-Tony can set it up! You’ll be safe, too,” she had said. Pepper was always just worried for your safety. She was always worried for the absolute worst, especially after almost losing both Tony and Natasha to the super villain, Thanos.

Thank god that ended well.

“Pepper, I won’t fit in. I’m not a superhero.”

“So? You don’t have to be, you’re our family!”

~~~oOo~~~

You replay the conversation in your head as you step out of the taxi and look up at the Compound. You see Captain America- no, Steve Rogers- waiting by the door for you. Grabbing your bags, you pay the driver and make your way towards the man.

“You must be Y/n,” he says, extending his hand. “I’m Steve Rogers.”

You take his hand shyly. “Yep. Er, hi.”

He smiles and leads you instead. “So, Stark told me you’re telepathic.”

You shrug. “Yeah. Doesn’t work on humans. For now.”

Steve pats your shoulder. “You’ll fit in very nicely, Y/n.”

~~~oOo~~~

After giving you a very thorough tour of the facility, Steve brings you into the lounge, where some of the team are watching Wall-E. They’re sprawled on top of each other, and your eyes scan over a metal arm, a green and red man, and a man with an incredibly long beard.

“Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Thor,” he says, pointing at each person as he says their name.

Wanda stands, running over to you. “Oh, thank god, another woman. Nat and I have been so outnumbered with Carol off-planet, Hope at her dad’s, and Pepper with Tony and Morgan! Oh, those are the lady’s that spend the most time here, anyway.”

“Wait,” you mutter, “Pepper isn’t here?”

Wanda’s eyes go wide, and she glances at Steve for confirmation.

“She and Tony will be here tomorrow,” Steve says, then looks among the group. “Wanda, show Y/n to her room, please?”

“Of course,” she says quickly, pulling you towards an elevator. She presses a button and gives you a small smile.

“So,” you say quietly.

“Oh! You haven’t met Nat, have you?” she says, her eyes wide again. “You guys will get along great. Let’s drop your stuff off and go meet her. That okay with you?” she asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. You nod, doing your best to be friendly, despite your nerves. You had heard about Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. Deadly assassin. Rumor has it she could take on four men twice her size at once, and escape unscathed. Rumor has it she walked off a bullet wound like it was just a cat scratch. Rumor has it, she sacrificed herself for all of humanity. Rumor has it, she was one of the toughest people you would ever meet.

Basically, the opposite of you, the pet-loving doctor.

Side notes.

~~~oOo~~~

“Nat, this is Y/n, Pepper’s sister!” Wanda calls, running to catch up to her friend. Natasha turns, smiling when she sees you.

“Hi, Y/n. Nice to meet you,” she says. You look up at her, and, for some reason- that can’t be anything good- your heart skips a beat.

“Uh, hi, yeah, nice to, nice to meet you,” you say, wringing your hands together.

“Ooh! Can we have a girls-only movie night now?” Wanda asks, clasping her hands and pouting her lip.

Grinning, Nat says, “Okay, okay. I guess we have enough girls. If that’s alright with you, Y/n? You are brand new, after all,” she says, giving a look to Wanda.

You nod enthusiastically. Pepper would want you to make friends. Definitely.

“Great! Friday night!” Wanda says, running off, a skip in her step and a smile on her face.

“See you then,” Nat says, a sly grin on her face as she walks away.

~~~oOo~~~

...Two hundred and thirty days later…

“I still wish I could change, somehow,” you admit, Nat rubbing your shoulders. After almost eight months with her, you two had grown to be almost inseparable. She accepts your broken, and you accept hers. There’s no need to be anything other than yourselves around each other.

Except (there’s always an except), there is one thing. One thing you can’t tell her.

You’re in love with her.

You spend day after day, night after night, morning after morning with her. Somewhere along the line, you fell in love. Oh well.

“Change?” she says. “How?” She sits next to you on the kitchen counter, ready for another 3am talk.

“Like, I wish I was never given powers. I wish I wasn’t abandoned and thrown into that orphanage. I wish my boss hadn’t caught me talking to that dog. I wish I didn’t have-” you stop, not wanting to admit the last thing. Your ex-best friend used to make fun of you for it, you don't want your new one to do the same.

“What?” she says, cupping your chin with one hand, wiping your tears with the other.

“I wish I didn’t have feelings toward…” Deep breath. She won’t judge. “Girls, Nat.”

She smiles. “Hey, it’s okay, Y/n. Don’t be ashamed. You shouldn’t have to be.” She pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you,” you mutter, sobbing.

“Don’t thank me,” she says.

~~~oOo~~~

...Thirty days later…

“Not helpful, Steve! Not at all!” Nat yells, running her hands through her red hair.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just, look, whoever it is, just tell her how you feel, okay? No harm in telling her,” he says, patting her shoulder.

Nat sits by him, nodding. “But, what if-”

“You never get this nervous,” he says, and Nat shoots him a look.

“There’s no one like her,” she says quietly, and Steve laughs, wrapping an arm around her-a new thing they do, now. Pain brings people together.

~~~oOo~~~

...The next Friday…

You look into your mirror, hating everything you see (even though you look lovely). Nat had asked you to dress up and meet her in the garden. Which confused you greatly, but, hey, whatever.

Finishing your makeup, you stand and breathe for a minute.

“It’s fine, Y/n,” you say to yourself. “This is what you get for falling for a straight girl.” Little do you know…

~~~oOo~~~

“Nat?” you ask, walking into the garden lit by fairy lights. Soft music is playing, and you can see all of the stars in the sky- one of the benefits of the compound is minimum light pollution.

“So, I’m not really much of a romantic, but Steve said this was, and I quote, ‘sure to woo a girl,’” Nat says, using finger quotes for maximum impact. You turn to see her, and you freeze. She’s wearing a red dress, fit in all of the right places, and she looks incredible.

“Nat,” you breathe out, looking at her eyes… those eyes. She looks more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her.

“I guess it’s time I tell you… I just haven't known how, Y/n.”

“Tell me what?” you say, hoping it’s what you think.

Looking at the ground, she half-shrugs-half-laughs. “I-I’m just. Er, would you like to dance?” She holds her hand out and steps closer. You take it, grinning widely. She wraps one arm behind your waist, her other hand holding one of yours, your other hand on her shoulder.

It’s everything you ever wanted, and more.

“I love you, Y/n,” she whispers in your ear after a while. Without thinking, you press your lips onto hers, shocked that you could be so bold. Her hands move to your cheeks, and suddenly you’re both tangled together, touching, needing, everything you’ve both been holding back.

“I love you, too, Natasha,” you say against her lips. She smiles.

“Dammit, Y/n, we should have done this sooner,” she laughs, kissing you again.

“If I had powers that worked on humans, maybe we would’ve,” you say, and you look into Nat’s eyes, seeing all of the happiness in them (something that would have shocked you the first time you met the Black Widow).

“Let’s go upstairs,” she says, pulling you inside and toward the elevator, kissing you the second the doors shut.

[pilferingapples]

Episode Four Part One: Cosette Wants to Be Part of That World, No Not That One, The One Without Thenardiers In It

OKAY this is not going to be a proper recap or anything , I am just.  This Show.  This is not gonna be a Happy Recap. 

Episode Four starts with Cosette as a teenager in the convent, and ends pretty much right after the Gorbeau raid. So that’s our ...framing set of events, here, because I have no idea what year it is or how much time any of this is supposed to be taking?  ANYWAY HERE WE GO, under the cut for abuse, domestic abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse, weird incest vibes, discussions of lots of things and me probably cursing a lot!  There is a LOT going on in this one!  So much that I’m actually gonna try cutting it into two parts, a Cosette Recap/Reaction post and a Marius Recap/Reaction post! This is part one, Cosette’s side:

 I am not pretending this is a totally thorough recounting or anything , I’ve only gotten to see it once and I spent most of it reeling; but also given the garbage Davies talked about the women in the novel I am cutting NO slack on his ~~interpretations of their characters, he doesn’t get the benefit of a doubt after calling Cosette nauseating 

that said LET’S GO

Cosette has her friends in the convent, and they all talk about growing up and getting out, which, LEGIT , and then they’re sad when they remember she’s been promised to Be A Nun. Cosette runs to see Valjean afterwards and he hugs her so tight she says he’ll crush her and he goes “oooh are you such a fragile thing, I’m just excited to see you” which is like...such a minor line but so telling in context, because he noticeably does NOT say sorry OR let go right away, she’s gotta go “sometimes you don’t know your own strength” which is WORRYING for a guy who’s kinda Superman!  and anyway then she tries to tell Valjean she isn’t sure about being a nun and she wants to check out the rest of the world first and Valjean argues with her and is like 

--seriously he’s all THE WORLD OUTSIDE IS HORRIBLE, YOU’VE SEEN THE WORLD, THOSE INNKEEPERS IN MONTFERMEIL like  he just goes on about how doesn’t she want to be safe and loved and with him forever?? Doesn’t she know everyone else is EQUIVALENT TO HER VIOLENT ABUSERS, jfc 

so much for the Dawn of Love with Cosette or his time with the nuns teaching Valjean to see any good in the world or any humility in his own righteousness I GUESS but oh well who needs that, He Yell, that’s all a manly man does, you don’t UNDERSTAND he was in PRISON, there is no Character Depth left for him! THE WORLD HAS TAKEN IT AWAY. 

anyway Cosette gets him to let her escape and they head out and we see what is MAYBE the last we’ll get of Simplice? Who knows in this, but she’s like “it’s not like it was before you came in, the streets are full of anger” which like...they are but also it’s early 19C Paris, when are the streets NOT Full of Anger:P  ANYWAY they head out and the streets are INSTANTLY full of nothing but Beggars, Crime, and people passed out in the road; which, probably realistic, but also Cosette is just horrified because being sympathetic and kind is for Nauseating Flimsy Characters :) and Valjean of course WANTS her to hate the world so hey Everything’s Going According to Keikaku then there’s the house on Rue Plumet and it’s Nice (also there’s Toussaint! who is now a gorgeous middle aged woman instead of an old woman. It doesn’t matter, at least not yet, we never see her again, hi Toussaint bye Toussaint) but Cosette gets tired of being cooped up in it after...a week? an afternoon? So she and Valjean go walking in the Luxembourg, and Cosette gets to run around like the kid she still really is, and she sees all the nice outfits (YES that dress really is her Ugly Convent Dress, I’m so glad) so it’s time for Cosette to get a MAKEOVER SEQUENCE and I could not be more glad because that dress is Terrible Unfortunately it’s also time for Valjean to call himself Fauchelevent for...no reason, and to call Cosette his NIECE for NO REASON so when she comes out and calls him Papa the shopclerk is like “...?!? Sweet..?” and Valjean gets a ~~sexy~~ peep between the curtains at Cosette in her underwear and I SEE YOU DAVIES, I SEE WHAT THIS IS BECOMING, DO NOT

Valjean and Cosette go for a walk in the Luxembourg and NOW Cosette is...well the BBC wants us to think she’s well dressed so let’s pretend, and Marius follows her and Valjean drops his handkerchief and Cosette runs back to get it and she and Marius are all “hiiiii” and Marius is like about to sniff the handkerchief and she goes “oh it’s my dad’s “ like WAY TO KILL THE GAG BEFORE IT EVEN STARTS, DAVIES  then she takes the handkerchief back to Valjean and he asks why she was talking to That Young Man and then he frigging DRAGS HER out of the Luxembourg and she’s like “we’re going too fast! You’re hurting my wrist!!” and this Valjean does not care! At all! they just BOOK IT  later on her wrist is still hurting and they have a whole fight and she accuses him of keeping her locked up alone like it’s a prison and he’s like UH CHECK UR PRIVILEGE THIS IS NOT A PRISON, also Young Men Only Want One Thing!!! THE WORLD IS DANGEROUS AND YOU’RE NOT FIT FOR IT

only The Crown is Sex 

ALSO in all this mess, Valjean tell Cosette about Fantine! “oh yeah also I fired your mom (for lying like a liar, be sure you know about that, SHE LIED ) and  she went into desperate poverty, and then I couldn’t save her, and she died from the circumstance I directly put her in, and THAT’S HOW COSETTES ARE FOUND” and it’s 

really something

anyway all that and also the definite memory of Montfermeil are going into all these later scenes okay 

so Valjean takes Cosette out the day after their fight (I GUESS??) to ...see the prison wagons coming into town

because this Valjean isn’t traumatized to the point of dissociating by seeing this, he’s doing it as some kind of Moral Lesson/ Conversation Starter with Cosette 

and Cosette, because now she’s been Fixed and she’s a Strong Female Character, is repulsed by poor people and suffering, so she asks not in innocence but in horror “Are they men” and Valjean is like “yes men like me” and Cosette freaks out and gets a whole “if one of them even looked in my face I’d probably die??” speech and asks Valjean if he’s brought her here to punish her and he’s like “noooo of course not” but honestly YA KIND OF DID, DUDE, you got mad at her and brought her here to show her Your Pain and make her carry your emotional water instead of considering that HEY maybe a kid has a right to grow up and that Two Things Can Both Be Bad and she’s his child and it’s not her job to raise him  

Instead he’s trying to tell her about his Tragic Backstory when Eponine comes running up to them with a letter from Thenardier and COSETTE REMEMBERS MONTFERMEIL and is clearly freaked out, but Valjean gives Eponine money and agrees to go see her family

So after trying to make her carry HIS emotional trauma, Valjean takes Cosette to see the people who are directly responsible for HERS, and talks with Thenardier and all and is...acting like he doesn’t know them?? while Cosette is in the background going tharn because THESE ARE THE EXACT PEOPLE WHO VIOLENTLY ABUSED HER FOR YEARS AND SHE REMEMBERS ALL OF IT, so instead of this scene illustrating Cosette’s growth and healing and kindness we get it showing off her trauma and pain and fear, because that’s how you make a character Strong and Optimistic apparently

Fortunately after this Valjean takes her home and comforts her and reassures her and HAHAHAHAH I’m kidding, he’s going back to the Gorbeau place to give them money and says this will get the Thenardiers out of their lives forever but without any indication at all of HOW 

-- digression: this series keeps making changes in character knowledge and timelines without any apparent thought to how this should affect the actual CHARACTERS and it’s probably responsible for at least a third of how incoherent this episode is?? -- end digression 

Anyway now it’s time to Leave Cosette for a while, but don’t worry! She’ll be waiting, alone and terrified, until the controlling adult who’s the closest thing she has to protection returns, dramatically wounded,  from the encounter with adults who tried to pimp her out as a child!:D  Good thing she’s been made so Strong and Optimistic! 

[bokunoheroimagine]

Love at first Fight

Rating: PG-15

Summary: reader x Bakugo. Reader is super flirty (in a low-key sexual way) and it flusters everyone she uses her little tricks on... particularly Bakugo.

You were added to class 1A a few days late due to error in your application’s recommendation. You already knew it would be awkward to be added to the hero course a few days later because you would be behind in classes. When you walk in, what looks like a little boy with purple balls on his head says “that must be her. She is just as dreamy as I hoped her to be.”

There is a flurry of people that come up to you after that and start talking to you. As everyone is introducing themselves, a boy with spiky blonde hair demands to know your quirks and why you were added late to the class.

“Hey newbie. What the fuck makes you think your quirk is good enough to be in the same class as me.” He sneers, slamming his hands on your desk.

Murmuring from the class begins to erupt after his outburst. A pink haired girl says “does Bakugo have to act like this, it’s just her first day.” A boy with a red scar on his face and half white half red hair says “Bakugo can’t ever learn, can he.”

I look up at the angry boy in front of me. He is quite muscular from what you can see past the uniform, he is also rather handsome behind the 20 layers of anger. Cute as he may be, you don’t like boys who think they are better than you. So you decided to do something a little rash.

“Bakugo, is it?.” You respond with a smile. You stand up and walk around your desk until you are about 7inches from the boys face. The whole class is watching you at this point in shock and you can feel a nervous tension beginning to build in the room.

“I don’t think I could ever compare my quirk to someone as strong and muscular as you.” You respond dragging a finger down his chest. Bakugo, eyes wide, is completely still from shock.

You smirk as you move just a little closer, your cool breath hitting his hot face. In a low tone, you whisper “I know my quirk could kick your ass into next year before you even had the time to think.”

With that you turn around and sit back down in your chair. You smile sweetly as Bakugo turns red from anger (and probably embarrassment)

Before Bakugo has the time to explode, Professor Aizawa walks into the class and everyone sits in their seats, a weird tension still lingering in the room.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, she has been added to your class late because her recommendations were delayed.” Aizawa states as he prepares to begin his lesson.

What a kind and thorough introduction.

After the first half of the day passes and you are caught up on the general education courses like math and literature, you are dismissed for lunch. A group of your classmates come up to you quickly introducing themselves.

“Hi I’m Kirishima!” The red haired boy stated eagerly “Ive never seen anyone do something so crazy to Bakugo before!”

“I can’t believe he didn’t kill you right then and there” a green haired boy stated looking kind of worried. “I’m Midorya by the way.” He finishes smiling.

“Yeah Bakugo is kind of, the human embodiment of anger, I can’t believe he didn’t literally explode.” A cute girl with short brown hair laughs. “I don’t think we have met properly! I’m Uruaka” she smiles, holding out her hand for me to shake.

You smile and shake her hand. “Thank you” You laugh. “It was nothing. I barely got inside his head. Just wanted to rattle him a little. Im not quite keen on people being so rude their first day.”

As you continue making small talk with the group around you, you’re suddenly burst out of your bubble when you hear a newly familiar voice yell “HEY! NEW BITCH! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A FIGHT. QUIRKS AND ALL. NO HOLDING BACK.” Bakugo storms over to you absolutely fuming.

With a mildly interested look on your face, you let him come to a stop about 2 feet in front of you. You don’t answer right away, leaving the silence he created linger.

“Katsuki Bakugo. Missed me already?” You start, “I don’t believe I got to properly introduce myself considering you just can’t seem to remember my name.” Your patronizing tone does not help the fact that Bakugo is ready to light you on fire.

You begin to walk toward him “I’m y/n.” You say, your voice dropping to a more sultry tone as you start to close this distance between the two of you. “As much as it would delight me to get down and dirty with you, I think we should probably get to know each other a bit first.”

Your body’s are practically touching and you can feel Bakugo getting nervous again. Not nervous enough to break but definitely flustered. You want to really fluster him this time so you run your hand gently down his arm. And move your lips up to his ear, exhaling hotly before saying “Or you could just take me into a closet and prove to yourself who is really in control, because right now it’s definitely not you.”

Bakugo’s face turns bright red as you finish your statement with a small kiss to his earlobe that only he knew happened. You pull yourself away, giving him a side glance and a smirk before you walk away leaving him stunned and blushing angrily.

“Um y/n, do you and Bakugo have, um, something going on between you two?” Ururaka stutters out, clearly blushing from the surprisingly intimate interaction she just witnessed.

“You have been really rattling Bakugo y/n” a rather uptight looking student from my class states firmly. “I’m your class representative, Tenya Iida. May I ask why you continue to interact with him like that?”

I smile innocently at Iida, “that’s because boys like Bakugo aren’t used to girls like me.” You walk up to Iida and gently lean into his side looking up at him sweetly, “I love to see hot guys flustered by me.”

Iida tenses up and blushes profusely as you walk away flipping your hair.

At lunch, you find yourself sitting at a table with todoroki, midorya, uruaka, Iida, momo, and tsyuu. Bakugo is sitting at another table with kirishima and some other kids in 1-A but you keep noticing out of the corner of your eye that he is glaring at you.

You are chatting with momo about how her quirk works when midorya chimes in asking “so y/n, what is your quirk?”

You laugh and give a kind smile to the green haired boy, “isn’t it impolite to ask a lady what her quirk is before telling her your own?”

Midorya is quickly startled and stutters our an apology “I-I’m so s-sorry y/n I d-didn’t mean to be rude.”

Before he continues his rambling apology You interrupt him “I’m just joking Izuku-kun” You say sweetly. You bite your lip and look at his lips before looking him in the eye again blushing “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Midorya turns bright red and begins to stutter but you cut him off with a genuine laugh and a smile placing your hand on his hand throughout your giggle fit. He smiles sheepishly, blushing again as you get ready to tell him my quirk.

But before your able to finish your sentence Bakugo stomps up to your table looks you in the eye and growls “come with me.”

Everyone at the table is stunned. Even you are taken aback by Bakugo’s extra menacing aura.

“Now.” He states, eyes burning into you.

Startled, you agree and try to regain some composure so you can take what ever anger he is about to throw at you. You follow him out of the canteen and into an empty hallway.

“So” you start, “I broke you already.” You smirk as you formulate how you will toy with this incredibly handsome boy in front of you. But, before you can continue you are pinned against a wall with both of your hands over your head. Your eyes widen as you realize Bakugo is now inches away from your face you struggle to gain your power back.

“So, y/n” He sneers, emphasizing your name maliciously. “What. Is your. Fucking. Problem.”

You take this opportunity to drive him just a little crazier. “What do you mean?” You respond coyly.

Bakugo growls, “first you annoy me by thinking your better than me, then you annoy me by acting,, like that.” His bites as you start to realize what’s happening.

“I don’t know what you are on about.” You bite your lip holding back your smirk.

“You fucking, you made, I-“ Bakugo sputters like a volcano about to explode his face red with anger and embarrassment.

You feel Bakugo’s hot breath on your face and you blush a little. “So what are you going to do about it. How are you going to take your control back Katsuki.” You challenge him, breathing audibly onto his neck.

He shivers ever so slightly. If you weren’t looking for a instinctive reaction from his body you may have missed it. “Because right now, you whisper hotly, you’re losing all your control to me.”

Something seems to break in Bakugo and as you tilt your head up to look at him smugly he smashes his lips into yours. The kiss is aggressive, as though he was trying tell you all his frustrations, it was also hot, so fucking hot. It was a clash of lips and teeth as you two basically made out in an empty hallway.

Katsuki breaks the kiss, pulling back and pants ever so slightly as he looks down at you. You stand there, arms still pinned over your head as you catch your breath.

Katsuki smirks. All of his (excess) anger seems to have dissipated after the kiss. He drops your arms and without saying another word he walks away.

Please go easy on me as this is the first thing I’ve literally ever written. If you like it please let me know as I would love the validation ❤️

[starryseo]

another world. | kim seungmin

pairing ↠ seungmin x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ this was meant to be fluff but if you read the warnings below, you will see that that failed

wc ↠ 8863

summary ↠ video games are fun, but being trapped in one isn’t as nice, even if you’re stuck in it with your best friends

warnings ↠ swearing, fighting (mentions of blood) and major character death (i’m sad but not sorry)

a/n ↠ one of my faves, hope you all enjoy!!

16:43: Hyunjin -  17 more minutes!!!!!

16:43: Felix – tHIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME

16:44: Jisung – 16 more minuTES!!!!!!!!

16:44: You – i leave for half an hour and yoURE STILL COUNTING DOWN

16:44: Felix – stop killing our vibes bro

16:44: Hyunjin – #HaterzAreMyMotivatorz

16:44: Jisung – it makes it more exciting okay joIN US

16:45: Felix – it’s a new minute……….

16:45: Hyunjin – say it y/n

16:45: Jisung – say it say it say itsayitsayit

16:45: You – it’s time

16:45: Felix – :)

16:45: You – for me to get new friends

16:45: Felix – :(

16:46: Jisung – :((

16:46: Hyunjin – :(((

16:46: You – :D

16:46: Hyunjin – we’re not friends anymore

16:46: Jisung – agreed

16:46: Felix – agreed x2

16:47: You – agreed x3

16:47: Jisung – wHy Do YoU hAtE uS

16:47: You – because none of you are giving me chan’s number :(

16:47: Felix – he’s out of your league

16:47: Hyunjin – he’s out of MY league

16:47: You – hyunjin shut up

16:47: Jisung – hyunjin shut up

16:47: Felix – hyunjin shut up

16:48: Hyunjin – what’s with this slander?? weren’t we all against y/n?

16:48: You – they finally realised i’m better than you

16:48: Jisung – omg shut up and get online PLEASE

You turned your phone off, running down from your bedroom to your living room. Grabbing your controller, you hit a button, waking up your console from its rest mode. The screen still showed the loading image of the game you had downloaded. So far, only a beta version of the game had been released to the public, and the four of you were more than excited to try your hand at it, seeing as it was one of the latest, most talked about, virtual reality games. Since it was still an unfinished game, only a certain number of people could join, so you all had loaded the game beforehand, the developers updating you that the game would officially be ready to play at 5PM exactly.

Clearing the room so you had space to move, you grabbed the SenseSet, the headset built just for this franchise, propping it on your head and fixing the mic. It was a headset that stimulated all of your senses via your brain, so you could fully experience and control your in-game character. You watched eagerly as the minutes ticked away, getting closer to 5PM. When you had mere seconds left, you grabbed your controller, ready to hit the ‘X’ button and start the game as soon as possible. When the clock struck five, you pushed the button, waiting with bated breath. As soon as the loading screen faded into a welcoming screen, you cheered, immediately grabbing your phone.

17:00: You – IM IN BITCHESSSSS

17:00: Jisung – jhsfkjashf SAME HERE

17:00: Felix – ayyyyy #squad

17:00: Hyunjin – i didn’t get in

17:00: You – sucks to be you

17:00: Jisung – better luck next time bro

17:00: Felix – oh well

17:01: Hyunjin – why are you bitches so heARTLESS

Hyunjin – I WAS LYING. I GOT IN, BUT SCREW YOU ALL

17:01: You – we knew you were lying

17:01: Hyunjin – h o w

17:01: You – intuition? :’’’)

17:01: Felix – spidey senses???

17:02: Jisung – your profile says you’re in the game dumbass

17:02: Hyunjin – oh yeah whoops

Grinning as the page finished loading, you went through a quick set-up of adjusting the screen size and resolution before the game actually began. A robotic voice, you couldn’t tell whether it was male or female, started speaking as your screen changed to a dark blue colour, the words they spoke appearing as though someone was typing them on screen.

“Welcome to Another World,” it began, the screen fading to show vibrant images of the virtual reality game. It showed hills and rivers where people were training and fighting, and also the bustling towns where people had gathered for festivities. The typing continued over the images in the background. “A place where you can be who you want, however you want. Make new friends, explore new places and forever have fun, in this brand-new world where you are your own master. Please enter your real name – this will only be visible to people you have chosen to share it with.”

On screen, a keyboard appeared, and you used your controller to spell out your name before hitting enter.

“Please enter your screen name – this will be visible to everyone.”

Typing in your username, WhoAmI, you were glad it was available and you didn’t have to spend time thinking of another one. The screen then zoomed into the world until one street was displayed. A plain figure was also displayed on screen with your username above their head. A banner with ‘Recreate yourself’ written on it was at the top of the screen, different settings emerging on the side with buttons to personalise your character. After much deliberating, you had created your whole character finally adding a black cloak with a silver dragon embellished on it to complete the look. You hit enter and the screen transitioned to a first-person perspective, still in the street.

“On your wrist, there is a Viewer – it is impossible to remove the Viewer and tampering with it will result in a ban. Please click on the Viewer’s screen.” The voice instructed.

You clicked on the watch, a hologram-like screen appearing in front of you now. As a default, it opened your profile, displaying your name, username, level and health bar. There was an empty friends list to the side and multiple other tabs at the top too.

“To add another person, you must open your friends list,” the voice told, just as a square highlighted your friends list. “Please click on your friends list.”

You were taken through a thorough tutorial of how to use the Viewer, familiarising yourself with the other tabs (the main ones being the inventory and map tabs).

“Please head to the Town Hall. Use your map to navigate to it.”

Opening the map, you looked for where Town Hall was written, clicking on it so a path was highlighted. You closed the screen, the map shrinking down to be displayed on the Viewer.

Upon arriving, the voice spoke up, “Enter the Town Hall building for a briefing.” Just as you were making your way to the building, you heard several voices call out your name.

“Y/n, where are you?”

“Oh man, what if they already died?”

“Shut up, Felix; if you haven’t died, I doubt they have.”

You turned to the boys standing just off to the right of the building. You made your way to them, swinging your arm around one of them as you grinned. “Did you guys miss me?”

“Ew, of course not,” Hyunjin grumbled, shrugging your arm off of him.

“C’mon, we were waiting for you to come so we could go in together,” Jisung spoke up.

“Aw, cute, you’re all lost without me,” you laughed, making your way to the building.

“I told you we should’ve left without them,” Hyunjin mumbled and you nudged him.

You all entered the building one after the other, but as soon as you entered, you could no longer see them. The place was filled only with computer generated characters to fill the scene.

“Guys, can you hear me?” you questioned aloud, looking around. “Felix, you there? Jisung? Hyunjin?”

After radio silence, you walked forwards a couple of steps before a voice spoke out. “Welcome to Another World. I am the developer of this world, Park Jinyoung, and now, I am in control. You may have noticed that the tutorial failed to show you a log out button – that is not a defect or glitch. You cannot log out of Another World, and an outsider will not be able to shut down or remove the SenseSet from your head; doing so would force the transmitter in the headset to discharge a microwave signal into your brain, destroying it and killing you. Media outlets are already aware of what removing the SenseSet would do, so the likelihood of removal is, hopefully, minimal. Cutting the power will also be futile as I installed an internal battery in the SenseSet.

“Now that we have all 1,500 people in the game, the world and all its mysteries will be acting in full force. The only way to get out of the game is to clear the three boss levels I have personally created. If, at any point, your health falls to zero or you are killed, not only will your avatar be killed, but the SenseSet will trigger the microwave signal, ending your life, so reviving someone is impossible. Only once you have cleared a level can you move onto the next. Once all three levels have been cleared, the game will end. Players, I wish you all good luck and remember to have fun. Thank you for playing Another World. This concludes your tutorial.”

When the booming voice silenced, the noise from the computer characters took over your senses once again. You quickly turned around, rushing out of the door you had come again. You were met with Hyunjin’s character looking around worriedly, and you jogged over to him, asking, “Where are the others?”

“They haven’t come out yet; did you get the same message?” He looked relatively scared, like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and unfocused.

“About this being real? Yeah, what the hell kind of messed up shit is this?”

“What the hell was that?” you heard someone yell, and you and Hyunjin turned to see Felix running out of the building towards you.

He was followed by Jisung who was repeatedly saying, “No, no, no, this can’t be real, right?”

Hyunjin was the first to speak up, “It makes sense,” he started, and you all turned to him, fear evident in your eyes, “he wasn’t lying about the internal battery and there really is no log out button – I went through all the settings. Plus, we have no control of our bodies now, so we wouldn’t be able to pull off the SenseSet even if we wanted to.”

He was definitely correct about that last part, even you were sure about that. The SenseSet had been advertised as the most revolutionary headset since it gave the user the full experience their character would undergo, the only way to regain your senses was to quit whatever game you were playing.

“So, we’re actually stuck here?” Felix murmured, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “And we have to fight to get out?”

“Wait…” Jisung started, hesitantly, “Would we have to kill people, like, actual people and not just the computer-generated ones?” You all looked at each in silence, no one answering him since the answer was obvious and grim.

“We should get a move on,” you suggested, Hyunjin nodding along with you. “We should try to level up or something, learn more about the game so we can get the hell out of here.”

“We need to do that quickly, there are probably other players that wouldn’t hesitate to attack us.” Hyunjin said, opening his Viewer up, “Let’s add each other first, though.”

You all opened up your Viewers, adding each other. You snorted at Hyunjin’s username, “‘JinyoungILY’, dude you’re such a loser.”

“Says you, ‘WhoAmI’; you’re a lameass, that’s who you are.”

“Oh, burn!” Felix laughed, high-fiving Hyunjin.

“Shut up, ‘Here2FixIt’, how stupid,” Jisung rolled his eyes, “I don’t even want that name to be in my friends list.”

“Oh shush, you love me, ‘ProteccTheSquirrels’,” he grinned, slinging his arm around Jisung’s shoulders.

“Let’s just all agree that I have the best username,” Hyunjin said, smirking. And so, one-by-one you all unfriended Hyunjin, walking away together.

The four of you had explored the map as much as you could before evening came. After talking to some other players, you found out that people could go on missions which would help train yourselves, boost your levels and give you experience points and qreele – the currency in this world.

Earlier, the four of you had taken a few small missions, helping some computer-generated characters decorate their houses, assisting in a charity shop and other mundane tasks. This gave you enough money to head to a nearby café where you all snacked on cake and hot drinks. The drink warmed you up perfectly after spending the whole day out, working and learning more about Another World, and the setting sun made you even more tired. You ate the final part of your cake, the cream tasting so real, so delicious, yet you still couldn’t come to terms with being stuck in a game.

“Guys,” Felix started, leaning his head on the table sideways, “where are we even going to sleep? I’m tired as heck.”

“Sleep is for the weak!” Jisung exclaimed, chugging the second coffee he had ordered.

“Idiot…” Hyunjin mumbled, rolling his eyes at Jisung, “We should probably look around for a place to stay, it’s getting even darker outside.”

You all got up after that, throwing away your rubbish and leaving the café. After wandering around for a few minutes, you walked past an alleyway. You all chose not to walk down there but hearing grunts of pain from there enticed you all to check out what was happening. You hid along the sides of the entrance, trying to look at the commotion. You heard the clatter of metal against the ground before someone growled out, “I won’t ask again, give it to me.”

A feeble voice coughed out, “No, get away from me.”

“Shit,” Felix whispered, eyes widened in panic, “We have to help him out.”

“How?” Jisung squeaked out, “We can barely even see what’s happening!”

The streetlights barely glowed in the alleyway, only showing their shadows on the ground and illuminating the dumpsters and rubbish lining the floor. Hyunjin took lead, instructing Jisung to grab a nearby pot, Felix to duck behind the dumpster and for you to grab the nearest bin lid as a shield. He then moved away from the wall, cupping his mouth with his hands. “Hey, dumbass, why don’t you pick on someone your own size!”

The man, realising the guy on the floor wasn’t going anywhere, dashed in Hyunjin’s direction. Just as he was running past, Felix stuck his leg out, tripping the man over so he thudded to the ground. Jisung threw the pot at the man, managing to hit his head. The man seemed stunned and Felix used this time to help the injured man up just as Hyunjin tackled the guy out of the way. He gained strength, however, easily pushing Hyunjin off who slammed against the wall. He turned to Hyunjin swinging his arm back when you threw the lid at him, hitting his back and grabbing his attention away from Hyunjin. In that moment, Hyunjin kicked the man in the back of his knees, him falling to the ground once more, as Jisung picked up another object, throwing it at the man.

Just as you and Felix had managed to grab the injured man and Hyunjin, the attacker grabbed the bin lid throwing it at Jisung. It flew into his shoulder, the edge cutting him and tearing his shirt. He grabbed his shoulder, grunting in pain, as it started to bleed.

As soon as you heard the man get up, cursing, you heard a small rock-like object hit the ground and then smoke emerged, clouding your vision. You heard a voice usher you guys to follow them and, having no other choice, you did. After a while of running, you somehow managed to lose the burly man you had just fought off somewhat successfully.

“Okay, I think we’re in the clear now,” he spoke, leading you guys to a side street which was lit up well. You tried looking at his face but the mask and cloak he was adorned in concealed him well.

“Uh, guys…” Felix called, “What the hell’s happening to this guy?”

“It’s like he’s disappearing,” Hyunjin said, shaking the man’s shoulders to try and wake him up.

“Look!” Jisung pointed, “His Viewer’s flashing!”

“Let me see,” your saviour said, rushing to the man and holding his wrist. “Oh God, he has no health left.”

“He’s at zero?” you asked, moving closer to the group, just as the man opened his bruised eyes.

“Th-Thanks for saving me,” he barely managed to croak out.

“He is now.” The man who had saved you replied, showing you the Viewer which displayed the number zero in a large, black font. Simultaneously, your heads turned back to the injured man just as his eyes shut, body becoming pixelated as bright colours appeared as small dots until they all faded into a grey shadow of the body.

And then he vanished. In his place was a blue screen with the words XxILoveDarkxX has left printed on it.

Hyunjin and Felix’s arms fell limp to their sides, no longer holding up a body.

“Did… Did he seriously just go?” Felix asked, facing the hooded man.

“Shit, please tell me that was a computer not an actual person,” Jisung said, also facing the man.

He shook his head slowly, “Computers don’t get Viewers, he is- he was human.”

In the sombre silence, the four of you followed the man back to his hideout. He led you to the entrance of another alleyway, but he didn’t walk further. Instead, he looked back, checking for any lurking players, before he crouched to the floor, lifting the metal plate leading to the sewers.

“Your secret place is the sewers?” Hyunjin asked, raising a brow and facing you as though asking you ‘should we make a run for it?’

“Just trust me,” he replied, ushering for you all to go down first.

Felix went first, followed by Jisung who struggled as his shoulder was still injured. You and Hyunjin then went, followed by the man, who made sure to close the lid again. There were light green lights illuminating the place and, strangely, there was no dirty water contaminating the whole floor, but there were two streams on either side of the walkway. Once you had climbed down, the man told you to follow him further in.

You eventually arrived at an open area – a place you definitely didn’t think would exist under the ground. The middle part of the room was slightly lower than the rest and there was a large sofa on one side, a table in the middle and a TV on the other side. There were arcade games lining part of a wall and a fridge next to it and a counter beside it. There was even a door with ‘TOILET’ spray painted onto it. The whole place seemed like the most perfect underground headquarters you had ever come across. You looked further on and there was higher ground with a tree planted in the middle; there were training dummies scattered around that room with weapons hanging off of them and other training facilities on the side.

“Dude, this is wicked!” Felix exclaimed, running ahead and jumping on the sofa.

“There’s no way you could’ve built this place,” Hyunjin inquired, turning to the man – he still hadn’t revealed his name, but his username which, you only brought your attention to now, was ‘SquirtleMin’. “The game was only released today, how’d you know about this?”

The man shrugged his shoulders, pulling his hood off and his mask down, “I was running away from some people, and, what better place to hide than underground?”

“I don’t mean to be a nuisance, guys,” Jisung called out, “like, please, carry on, I’ll just carry on bleeding out, it’s fine.”

“Oh shit, Jisung, you idiot,” you said, pulling him to the sofa.

“Yeah, I’m the idiot, it’s not like you were the ones that forgot I got hurt.”

“In our defence, a man did just die,” Hyunjin said, “I think we’ve got more important things on our mind.”

“I was hurt saving your dumb ass!”

‘SquirtleMin’ had just come back from the bathroom, looking through a first aid kit. He pulled out some gauze, bandages and a saline solution. “I don’t actually know what I’m doing,” he started, “don’t you know what to do?” He asked Felix.

“The username’s just a joke, dude,” he laughed, holding up both hands innocently.

“Don’t trust Felix with that,” Hyunjin interfered, grabbing the solution, “he’d probably kill Jisung.”

Somehow, Hyunjin had cleaned the cut and wrapped it in the bandages successfully and Jisung’s health had stopped slowly decreasing – he was only at 93 which wasn’t too drastic.

“Here, drink this.” The man told Jisung, handing him water. “It should help regain your health.”

“So, who are you, ‘SquirtleMin’?” you asked, crossing your arms and relaxing into the sofa.

“Who am I, ‘WhoAmI’, that’s a great question.” The man laughed, sitting on the table opposite you.

“If you guys are going to make bad username puns, just kill me now,” Jisung groaned, leaning his head back onto the sofa.

“C’mon, let’s just add each other,” Hyunjin suggested, opening his Viewer to add the man. You all followed after Hyunjin and he accepted, revealing his name to be Kim Seungmin.

“Wait…” Hyunjin started hesitantly, “You go to school with us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I didn’t realise it was you guys until now.” He grinned, “I thought I just met another group of losers.”

“You’re hilarious, aren’t you, Squirtle?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, joining Seungmin on the table.

“Yes, I am, ‘Jinyoung I love you’,” Seungmin smirked, nudging Hyunjin’s arm, “Mind asking your lover to get us out of his game?”

Hyunjin scoffed just as Felix snorted out a laugh, “Disgusting, I don’t love that creep, I have standards. I love GOT7’s Jinyoung.”

“Their names are both Park Jinyoung,” Jisung pointed out, posing as though he was thinking of something.

“The creepy ass game developer is part of GOT7!” Felix exclaimed, jumping up, “Conspiracy theories!”

“He should’ve just stuck to the music industry,” you grumbled.

The five of you had created makeshift beds and hammocks to rest in overnight; they weren’t the most comfortable things to sleep in, but for now it was good enough.

That morning you ate breakfast with the food already in the fridge before deciding on what tasks to do for that day. Jisung had healed up fine overnight, so he, Felix and Hyunjin decided to go on a mission whilst you and Seungmin headed to the library to get books on this place before exploring more.

“Dude, this is tiring,” you groaned, faceplanting into the book in front of you. It had been a good few hours since you arrived at the library, reading book after book on anything and everything about this world – from its vast history and how it came to be, to the creatures and legendary monsters hidden within. “If I read another word about how freaking amazing the scenery in this hellhole is, I’m going to cry.”

Seungmin held back a laugh, rolling his eyes at your antics. “Why are you so dramatic? It’s your own fault for picking the boring books,” he pushed a book, ‘Magnificent Myths’, your way. “Read this one.”

“But you just read that,” you moaned, pushing it back and resting your chin on the table, “and the title sounds cheesy as heck, man.”

“You’re so difficult,” he murmured, and you grinned when he shut the book in his hand, pushing it aside. He mimicked your position, leaning over the table, face mere inches away from yours. “What do you want to do, then, y/n?”

Your eyes lit up enthusiastically as you exclaimed, “Let’s eat!”

“Silence!” The librarian – an old woman with dagger-like eyes – bellowed, glaring at you and Seungmin from behind the counter.

“Do you have to be so loud?” Seungmin whispered, peering over at the librarian in case she was still looking.

“Oh, relax,” you shrugged, giggling at his worried expression, before getting up and stretching your joints out. “Let’s go!”

He huffed, grabbing the books he had yet to read in his hand as you carried the others to put away. He quickly scanned the books before catching up with you as you waited by the exit.

You took him to a fast food place you had spotted on your way to the library. After buying your food, you managed to grab a table in the corner, settling down in the booth. You started sipping on your smoothie, the drink refreshing you perfectly.

“This may just be pixels,” Seungmin started, “but, damn, this tastes wicked.” You laughed at his blissful expression as he breathed in the food, barely taking time to enjoy it properly.

You stole some chips from his plate, grinning when he huffed and complained, “you have your own food, why are you taking mine, you thief?”

“Food tastes better when it’s stolen,” you winked, taking another chip, but before you could bite it, Seungmin had grabbed your wrist, using all his strength to force your hand his way so he could eat the chip from your hand.

You pouted when he successfully managed to eat it, glumly picking up your own chips instead now.

“You’re right, it does taste better when stolen.”

“Holy shit, this looks badass,” Hyunjin gasped, holding yet another sword. His hand smoothed over the blade, index finger tracing over the letters engraved onto it.

“That’s what you said about the last sword,” Seungmin groaned, rolling his eyes at Hyunjin’s fascination, “Can you actually help us out now?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyunjin mumbled, messing around with the sword in a few random poses before he hung it on another display rack, finishing off the sword collection. The five of you had been tidying up the hideout this week, alternating between missions to get enough money for resources to revamp the place.

“Another win!” Felix cheered just as Jisung hit his head against the game machine, “Pay up, sucker.” Felix held his hand out just as Jisung opened up his inventory, giving Felix one of his prized weapons.

“I’m pretty sure you cheated,” he grumbled, sniffing as he reluctantly sent the dagger to Felix whose Viewer lit up with a notification.

“I told you not to play against him,” you said to Jisung, having finished repainting the last wall with Seungmin. “He’s obsessed with the game and you thought you could beat him?”

“Stop judging me,” Jisung glared at you as you laughed, joining Felix who was admiring his newly-received prize.

The three of you joined Seungmin and Hyunjin on the sofas, relaxing after having spent the whole morning re-painting the walls and unboxing weapons you had gathered on your adventures. Hyunjin and Felix had found a secret basement filled with different decorations and paints, so you all decided to re-paint the walls and spray paint over it, personalising the hideout to suit you all.

The training area had been the worst to reconstruct, and you even took the weapons already there to a blacksmith. Hyunjin had read up on the weapons and there were a couple of rare, enhanced swords and shields hidden here. You had taken a particular liking to the magical books that were in the basement, practising the different techniques and spells written in there. There was a handwritten book thrown on the floor of the training area, with more powerful spells and enchantments that you had been practising, although they were incredibly hard to control and energy-consuming.

Over the months, you all had been training in different areas, like your lives depended on it – and they did. Where you were training in the magical arts and had gotten to level 103, Felix had become more agile and stealthy, choosing to become an assassin-like character, learning hand-to-hand combat and how to wield a dagger and gun, rising to level 95. You had watched him practice for so long, pouring blood, sweat and tears into perfecting his martial arts; you couldn’t help but admire how much he excelled at this, even helping yourself and the other boys when he could, so you could all spar together.

Hyunjin had chosen to be more long range, polishing his archery and sniping skills to become a level 97. You always made sure he ate properly – he had a tendency to spend hours training his precision and looking through small scopes, so whenever you spoke to him, his eyes would look exhausted from squinting so much.

Their training was always intense and much harder to level up when they were constantly fighting and draining energy. You practised your healing skills on them: when they would fight, you would see how long it took you to heal them both a considerable amount; you also taught them small healing spells in case you weren’t ever around and they needed to fix themselves up. You had also read about lots of different potions, experimentally brewing one for Hyunjin to lessen the strain on his eyes. Despite several failed attempts at the start, you learned a lot more about different ingredients and how to use them to their full potential.

Jisung and Seungmin had become typical fighters, but Jisung was more of a paladin, strengthening his defence, so, when the time came, he could take on heavy attacks without losing health drastically; Jisung was a level 110 and Seungmin a level 113. Jisung and Seungmin would always push you three to fight against them, so they could become quick to defend themselves against attacks from all distances and angles. Despite the severity of your situation, you all enjoyed the fights that ensued, training together had not only made your characters stronger, but brought your group together, like a tight-knit family of teens.

“Race you to the river!” Felix exclaimed, taking off as soon as you all arrived at the park. Jisung and Hyunjin dashed after him, dropping the baskets and footballs they were holding. The sun was starting to set, casting an ethereal orange glow on the water and fields below.

“Why did we get stuck with these idiots?” Seungmin grumbled, laying out a mat where they had dropped everything, before flopping down on the ground. “Seriously, I feel like their dad looking after them.”

You were just about to taunt him further when you heard Hyunjin yell out, “It’s every man for himself!”

You and Seungmin both turned to see the three of them sprinting away from police guards and you simultaneously sighed. You slumped to the ground besides Seungmin, turning to him. “I feel like their parent too.”

You were staring up at the sky, unaware of Seungmin’s eyes widening – the sun wasn’t the only thing painting his cheeks pink.

He sat up, and your gaze followed, before he tugged you up by your wrist. “Let’s go.”

“Go where, exactly?” you questioned, standing up after him regardless.

“Away.”

He stored everything in his inventory before whisking you away to the river. You had no clue where Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix were, but your mind paid them no heed anyways.

The two of you followed the river downtown, talking about everything and nothing. You couldn’t help but notice how Seungmin was still holding your hand. He had let go when he opened his inventory up, taking out some food for you both to snack on, but he held on again as soon as you had taken the food. This single connection had you riled up, your body fluttering at the warmth his hand exuded. You listened to him as he hummed a song to fill the lull in your conversation. You loved hearing him sing – he would do it in the underground home whenever he thought he was alone, and you could never stop yourself from listening in, hanging on to each word he sang.

“Do you ever think about home?”

His sudden question broke you out of your trance, and you let out a small, “huh?”

He repeated his question and you pursed your lips, so many thoughts taking over your mind. You thought back to your family, your real home, and how life would have been much different had you not logged in. You couldn’t imagine what your family must be going through – you often wondered how they were coping with this ordeal. Were they still worrying about you, or had they lost hope? Would they welcome you with open arms if you ever came back?

“Yeah,” you murmured, “it’s a scary thought, though. Everything’s going to feel so weird if we ever manage to get back.”

“When,” he emphasised, and you furrowed your brows, confused. “Not ‘if we get back’, but ‘when’.” He grinned after that, smiling cheekily as he added on, “Have a little faith in me, y/n.”

“You’re my hero, Squirtle,” you quipped, rolling your eyes as his smile grew.

“C’mon, let’s get ice cream!”

As soon as you entered the hideout, you heard Felix exclaim, “They’re finally back!”

When you walked to where they were, Hyunjin grumbled, “So you’ve finally decided to join us?”

“Ignore him,” Jisung said, nudging Hyunjin, “He’s still salty because the policeman managed to tackle him.”

“I tripped first!”

“Anyways,” Jisung exaggerated, clasping his hands, “how was your date?”

“What date?” Seungmin asked.

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed your hands, Minnie,” Felix commented, and Seungmin broke the hand-hold, quickly holding onto his other hand.

“Oh, shut up,” Seungmin grumbled, leaving the room. “I’m going to sleep, good night.”

Once he had left, all 3 boys turned to you, smirks galore and eyebrows dancing in mischief.

“Screw you all,” you mumbled, going to your room, and they burst out laughing at your annoyed face.

Your group had become very well known in Another World, noticeably due to you being able to defeat the first two bosses within 6 months of the game. It had been a gruelling 6 months, training every day and doing harder missions to get enough money to stay alive. You had even named yourselves ‘I am NOT’, people spray painting your title as a semblance of hope and faith that you could break the game and escape. People still had no idea of your hideout and you were glad; although you were a beacon of hope, there were twisted groups that fed off of the control the game gave them, and a group of youngsters that were close to defeating the final boss was the exact opposite of what they wanted. You had gotten into many fights, never intentionally taking another life – it was a rule you had all agreed upon: do enough damage to end a fight not a life.

The whereabouts of the bosses were all given through riddles; the first riddle being revealed to all the players a week into being trapped in the game. After that, Jinyoung had announced that the next riddle would only appear to whoever defeated the boss, at the end of the fight. The riddle that appeared to you was:

I never thought you’d get this far

But the final clue for you is STAR.

Your progress has disrupted my game

Let’s see if you can fulfil my aim.

The five of you had been wracking your brains for the answer to this, nothing worthwhile coming out of it. You had checked out observatories, staking out overnight in case the boss would only appear at night. You had travelled far and wide, but all your leads led to dead ends.

The five of you had just returned from sneaking into a place called STAR labs. Although you had already checked this place out, this was your first time going at night, altogether, although nothing fruitful happened aside from Felix falling asleep and knocking a glass down, tripping the silent alarm. You all made a hasty getaway from security, barely managing to lose them since the streets were so empty. You abandoned the car you had driven in, running back to your house in the shadows, not leaving a trace of you guys behind.

“Another failure,” Jisung mumbled, faceplanting onto the sofa.

“You’re a failure,” Felix grumbled after him, falling right on top of him.

“Another day, another beautiful car gone,” Hyunjin joked, lighting up the mood.

Seungmin made his way over to the fridge just as Hyunjin pulled Jisung and Felix into upright positions. You sat on the second sofa, easily catching the water bottle Seungmin threw to you.

Seungmin sat beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder, huffing out as he shut his eyes. The other boys broke out of their misery to turn to you, eyes winking non-stop and hands fanning their faces to mock you.

“Y/n, are you perhaps…” Felix started, a teasing smirk on his face, “blushing?”

“Of course not,” you whispered harshly, flicking the bottle’s cap at him. He dodged it easily, raising his eyebrows suggestively at you. You rolled your eyes at him, vision landing on Jisung who had cupped his hands into a heart with you and Seungmin in the middle.

“Stop it!” you said, quickly looking at Seungmin, as you kept your voice down to not wake him up.

“Why?” Now it was Hyunjin’s turn to fool around, “We all know you,” and then he made a heart with his hand, “him.”

Even though they weren’t wrong, you couldn’t help but tell them to stop, fearing Seungmin might wake up. During the long time you had spent stuck in this game, you had gotten considerably closer to the boy. You couldn’t help but appreciate everything he had done for you four, always thinking back to the first day you arrived – he could have easily left you there to fend for yourselves, but he helped you out and even let you stay with him in your current home. You had all gotten much closer now, literally trusting one another with your lives, and you couldn’t be any happier with the four boys you call your best friends.

What surprised you the most was how Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix had managed to figure out your (small) crush on Seungmin; you knew they liked teasing you about liking him, but you never thought much of it until one day when Hyunjin and Felix pushed Jisung towards you – he dragged you off to another room and tried getting you to speak about Seungmin, but, of course, you tried brushing everything off, feigning ignorance. He hadn’t believed in your, “oh, it’s nothing, we’re just friends,” comments, but he had decided not to pester any longer. You wondered if Seungmin knew too, then, if you were this obvious – just thinking about him possibly returning your feelings made your mind go crazy.

“Where else do we have to explore?” you asked, changing the subject before taking a large gulp of your water.

Hyunjin looked over the large paper spread over the table, crossing out ‘Star Labs, night’. “Nowhere else, the labs were the last place.”

“Ugh, guys, there are more rats,” Felix groaned, leaning his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“Where?” Seungmin asked, suddenly awake. All of you turned to him, wide-eyed; had he been awake this whole time? Had he heard your conversation?

Felix pointed to the arcade games and Seungmin went there, sword in hand, looking for the creatures.

“Hyunjin and I went around sealing all the holes just yesterday,” Jisung whined, “How the hell do they get through so quickly?”

The rats had only been adding to your stress over the final boss fight. You took a closer look at where Seungmin had scribbled down the riddle.

“We disrupted his game…” you mumbled, biting your lip as you thought of what that meant.

“These stupid rats are disrupting my sleep!” Felix complained, hearing the clatter of Seungmin’s sword against the ground.

“Felix, that’s it!” you exclaimed, finally understanding the riddle. “The rats only came after we got the riddle, right?”

“Yeah, but they only come out… at night; shit, you’re a genius!” Hyunjin gasped.

You continued, “Exactly, they only come out when the stars are out, we were right about something happening at night. But that’s not all: star is an anagram for rats. There’s got to be a connection with the rats and the final boss.”

“Do we need to follow them or something?” Jisung asked, now interested, “Maybe where they come from is where the final fight is.”

“Uh, guys…” Seungmin called, and you all turned to look over at him. The rat he was going after was stationary in front of a game machine, his sword falling straight through it, yet it wasn’t disappearing in a cloud of pixels like it previously had. Instead, it looked like it was staring straight at you.

“I don’t think we have to go to the fight…” Hyunjin started.

“It’s already come to us.”

The five of you quickly escaped, just as more rats started pouring out of hidden crevices in the room. Jisung was the last to climb out, pulling the lid to the sewer over the hole.

“Wait, those rats have been there for so long,” Felix spoke, “how come they’re only coming out now?”

You and Hyunjin shrugged your shoulders, looking to Jisung who was just as clueless.

“Maybe he was waiting for us to figure it out,” Seungmin suggested. Just as he had said that, the small holes in the lid let through a sharp, bright white light with a blue glow. It travelled as far up as your eyes could see, alerting anyone who was still awake.

“What the hell is that?” Felix said, voice dripping in awe, as your heads all looked upwards at the never-ending light.

A massive crash sounding from your headquarters snapped you all out of your reveries. You all equipped yourselves with weapons, preparing for an attack.

You were right.

The fight had come to you but this was unlike the last two boss levels you had finished; it was like Armageddon and an apocalypse horrifically rolled into one. The cacophony had awakened hundreds of other players, so you weren’t fighting alone. Even then, the monsters that had crawled and broke through the ground were annihilating you all. You had deviated from the entrance to your hideout, the largest and strongest creature hot on your tail.

You couldn’t even make out its feature properly, not due to it being dark outside, but because it barely had features. All you could make out was a massive figure with black, ice-like shards covering its entire body and burning red eyes. That was all. Even its hands that you had seen shoot purple fireballs were made of shards.

Your bullets barely made a mark on it, scratching the surface before flying off. Yet Felix continued to waste his ammo, firing shot after shot as he ran forward; Hyunjin was also shooting arrows that you had enchanted to slow it down, but they were all crushed beneath its claws, disappearing in a cloud of pixels.

A dead-end.

You had done all that running, fighting, saving, to come face to face with a dead-end. You were so sure that this wall wasn’t here, you’d been through this place countless times and yet the bricks lain in front of you begged to differ. Your mind was clogged with so many different things, spells, maps, people, and yet it couldn’t focus on anything, thoughts jumbling into a giant mess screaming at you to do something, to do more. But what more could you do?

You didn’t know how long you had been fighting for. The whole game had changed ever since the chaos ensued: the sky was devoid of all stars and the moon, the streetlights only flickered a ghastly pale blue light and the roads had all changed, houses appearing where there should have been empty spaces, walls built where there once was a street.

“Shit, what do we do now?” Felix panted, bruised hands barely clinging onto his gun as he leaned back against the wall.

“Hell, if I know,” Hyunjin gasped, yelling in pain as you helped him sit down. There was a shard sticking out of his calf, and you used your dagger to cut his trousers so you could help him.

“Felix, shine a light, quickly,” you instructed, crouching in front of Hyunjin who threw his head back, jaw tensing as he bit back cries. Felix opened his Viewer, the screen shining a blue light onto Hyunjin’s leg. There were purple lines slithering out of the shard, beneath his skin, slowly spreading in every direction and you just knew that wasn’t good. You looked at his face, smeared with blood and bruises, tears brimming his eyes in defeat.

You steeled yourself, pulling out water from your inventory for him to drink and ease his nerves before you started. You used every spell you could, numbing his leg before you pulled the shard out, swiftly cleaning the wound before you healed it. The purple lines continued crawling upwards but his health started decreasing at a slower rate, possibly buying you time to do more. You and Felix quickly ate something too, before you heard more crashes, and then footsteps running near you.

Jisung and Seungmin had bought you guys time, diverting the monster’s attention from you three when Hyunjin got hit. When they got to you, Seungmin banged his fists on the wall, “This was never here, what the hell?”

“Are you okay?” Jisung asked Hyunjin, keeping an eye out for the beast.

Hyunjin managed a feint nod in reply, blinking away his tears.

You made sure Seungmin and Jisung ate something, their health bars dropping to 30. With the energy the food gave you, you healed their injuries, hands shaking as they glowed a pure white, clearing their skins of the battle scars.

“We’re fine now, y/n, thanks,” Seungmin murmured, holding your hand in his to stop you from healing him, “boost your own energy up, yeah?”

He handed you an energy sweet he had which you took graciously; you looked up at him, face littered with cuts and dried blood, eyes still shining hopefully, and you wondered how he didn’t feel defeated yet. His hand glowing caught your attention and you broke eye contact, staring at his hand that moved to your face and, as he swiped his thumb over your cheek, you felt a strange sensation on your face where a stinging cut once was. You lifted a finger to your cheek, feeling around for the cut, but were met with just your skin, nothing torn or bleeding.

“When did you learn that?” you asked, a small smile on your face when he kept his thumb there, running circles over your cheek.

“I pay more attention to you than you think,” he joked, pinching your cheek ever so slightly before dropping his hand once again.

Before you could continue you heard heavy thuds getting closer. You felt him grab your hand, squeezing your hand tightly to say ‘Be careful’, before he moved in front of you, now standing besides Jisung who had equipped himself with half of a massive shield, larger in height than the two boys combined. Seungmin equipped himself with the other half, and you stood next to Felix and Hyunjin, knowing what the boys were doing. They had timed it perfectly: the creature had sprinted at them, swinging his fist back before landing a solid punch, clashing with the two shields Jisung and Seungmin had fused together. It was a shield made of the strongest metal, by the finest blacksmith in the game, and you had added further enchantments to strengthen it.

You could see both boys skid back slightly, them leaning their whole bodies into the shield to hold it together more strongly to protect you three. Their eyes were scrunched together as they pushed back with all their might, taking on the second punch that was landed without a second to breathe. A third punch had them moving back even further and the fourth had the shield splitting into two once more. They both flew back, crumpling against the wall, shields clanging miserably against the ground.

You stood in front, lifting your hands to form a magical shield just as the creature delivered another blow; you could hear your shield wilt under the power, see more and more cracks dig their way into the surface, but you pushed back with all your might, hopefully buying the boys some time. The shield fell to pieces once the claws retracted and you used this as an opportunity to send some more magical attacks to it. You sent out purple laser beams that were supposed to be able to cut through anything, yet they only managed to break some shards that were headed your way. You saw bullets flying too, Felix standing beside you, guns at the ready. You followed by sending out explosive black orbs to its legs, but only the ground blew up, dust flying everywhere.

You couldn’t see it.

Not until it had soared past you, too late for another shield, too late to even scream out his name.

It was like you could hear the slicing sound it made as it tore him. Your vision only focussing on how he screamed in pain, hands rushing to where he was hit as though he could do something.

The beast disappeared after that. Gone, like the wind, a message appearing in front of you instead.

Better luck next time!

You could barely make out the letters, rushing to him and dropping to the ground. Your mouth couldn’t form any words, hands doing all the talking as they lit up, a futile attempt to save him.

“You’ll be fine,” you repeated like a mantra, but no matter how many times you said it, you all knew it was nothing but empty words.

“C’mon, bro, hang in there,” Hyunjin mumbled, crawling over and cradling his head in his palms.

Jisung crouched besides you, holding his hand tightly, whispering more words of encouragement so he stayed awake.

Felix sat next to Hyunjin, holding his other hand, eyes wide and screaming for help, mouth quivering in silent pleas.

Nothing was working; no spells were making the blood stop dripping down, no charms were stopping his health bar from diminishing.

15.

You watched as his eyes slowly shut, chest rising and falling with each painful breath.

Hyunjin was rushing through his words, saying he would never forget him – couldn’t ever forget him. Tears streaming down his face, Felix cried about how he was forever thankful, ever since that first day you all met him. Jisung was barely holding on, whimpering about how he looked up to him, admired him for being so courageous and helping you all out, never asking for anything in return.

7.

What did you have left to say?

The tears trickling down your face blurred your vision and you swiped at them furiously. “Fuck, Seungmin, that should’ve been me,” you sniffed.

Just saying his name hurt – this all seemed like a dream, a nightmare, a game. Yet nothing had felt more real. His nose scrunching was his way of disagreeing with you, yet that thought was all that plagued your mind. You should have been quicker, more alert, more careful.

5.

He used his last burst of energy to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles before he pressed a soft kiss to it, the feel of his lips against your hand soothing you ever so slightly. He dropped your hand on his chest, barely lifting his other arm to click on his Viewer. You all looked at his screen, wondering what he was doing as he scrolled.

DRAFTED MESSAGES (1)

3.

He hit send.

2.

He was…

1.

Gone.

Hey, y/n, if you’re reading this then I’ve somehow gotten the courage to be the man I’m pretending to be in this game. So, either I’ve sent this just before we get to leave the game, or just before I, alone, leave the game. Hopefully the former. :)

I like you.

It’s a lot easier typing this message out, especially since I know you probably won’t ever see it (let’s face it, we both know I’m not the strong man inside that this character makes me out to be). With any luck, I’ll get the courage to say this to your face, but until then, I hope this will do. I like you a lot. It sounds really nice saying that, especially to you of all people, because you’re amazing.

We may have met in a game, but I hope we can continue to be great friends in school (if not more) because I’d hate to lose someone like you, and we make a great tag-team against those other losers. I had a great time getting to know you and, although we’re stuck in a game, I’m glad I got the chance to meet someone as great as you because you’ve changed me, a lot. I hope I live up to your expectations outside of the game too.

I feel like I rambled a lot, and this is probably very cheesy (please don’t show the other guys this, I would DIE), but I hope this doesn’t change anything between us.

Third time’s the charm, so here I go:

I really like you, y/n.

[gabisartdump]

For my birthday, my little sis’ said she would make a digital pic for me! 

Bottom right is what i started planning it out with, and it morphed into what it is now! It was a mashup of lots of my fav characters. Still a WIP, but she’s the best!

See OC description below the cut!

Origin: This guy’s name is Criss, as in Criss-Cross. He’s technically a Ben 10 alien, but forms by pulling the essence/soul of various characters from other universes. Probably was originally a result of some universe-ending problem that was Ben’s fault to begin with (dimensional surge?). They’re pretty stable now.

Looks/Pieces: Main body is Genos’ machine body (OPM). He has Astro’s red boot-feet so he can actually fly (Astro Boy). Hair is a combo of Killua's and Deku’s, plus Edward’s braid (HxH, bnha, FMA). Right eye is Sebastian’s red demon eye; left eye is Rin’s blue one (Black Butler, Blue Exorcist). He’s wearing Danny’s white/red shirt with the wings of freedom and Eren’s jacket (DP, AoT). Those are Deku’s pants and belt. Hard to see are Ladybug’s and Chat’s miraculous ring and earrings (Miraculous Ladybug). He also has Rex’s goggles (Generator Rex). Obviously, Ben’s Omnitrix is on his wrist (Ben 10).

(not pictured) Mach 5 car with Voltron symbol. It acts kind of like a Voltron lion/Bumblebee fusion plus gadgets. This car is actually an overlay of Kevin’s car. The first time Criss waves his hand over Kev’s car and wills it into being, Kevin is horrified.

(not pictured) inside the Miraculous is a Kwami mixture of yin/yang.

Personality: He’s a flirtatious dork with a strong sense of justice and a knack for being a jerk sometimes. He can be REALLY scary when he wants/needs to be (’cause of Sebastian, Killua, and Eren) but it’s rare. He’s impulsive most of the time but is a thorough thinker under pressure. He’s got a bit of MPD because there are literally 13 people inside of his head. They all speak out of the same mouth, so he sounds insane 90% of the time, but they sync together in stressful situations. Criss tends to overthink in stressful situations, so Gwen and Kevin are there to ground him.

*Puns and Snark are a given with this bunch*

Has perks like: KILLING INTENT via Killua and RIGHTEOUS ANGER via Eren. Plus: an extra bonus of SADISM courtesy of Sebastian

Criss is a complete idiot most of the time, but in the middle of battle, he’ll just start talking about theoretical physics and trigonometry. Gwen doesn’t really know how to deal with him. (2)

They’ve got an. odd. collection of knowledge.

“How are we supposed to know what human beings are made of?”

“What, like it’s hard?”

He’s got like, a surprising amount of common sense considering all of the doofuses that make him up. Marinette helps w/that a lot.

Extra Perk: He is the ULTIMATE negotiator.

Adrien knows how to work the business man/fashion scene. The boy has got a walk.

Sebastian is awesome at the intimidation factor, but Deku makes him seem really trustworthy. 

Ben, Rex, and Rin keep him low key and #relatable.

Marinette is the only one of them who has any kind of emotional maturity. She good at reading people too. The only reason any of this works. Keeps them on task for almost everything.

Merging: Criss is a mesh of essences and memories, but all inside are aware of what is going on. When in separated by ‘verses, they have almost an empathic/telepathic link where they can sometimes send pulses/images down the link. Every once in a while, one of them can ‘pull’ on the essence of someone else to help them. However:

In order to fully merge, all of them of must agree, but it’s usually not a big deal; it’s pieces of the characters’ souls that are transferred, not their bodies. It doesn’t really affect what they are doing atm unless it’s super complicated.

Weaknesses:

The Ultimate Klutz, unfortunately. Sorry Mari. Very ADHD and seems to have a pretty severe MPD, for obvious reasons. Kind of off-putting as a person. Extremely draining form when in combat, Ben will sleep for days afterwards.

Powers: 

Obviously, Criss has got Super-strength from multiple people and exceptional sneak ability and balance (most of the time).

Danny: 

 - ectoplasm blast

 - can briefly become intangible but not invisible

“Why are you all so friggin’ dense???”

 - can fly a space ship

“Why are you looking at me? I don’t know how to fly an Earth space shuttle!”

“I do!”

“YOU DO?!”

“How?!?”

“Simulations.”

“...We’re all going to die.”

Rex: 

 - able to transform legs into a bike

 - can talk to machines

Astro: 

 - legs can fly

Ladybug:

 - creation power helps with [inventory] power from the Gamer 

 - Because Criss has both the earring and the ring, he is technically a god. (1)

 - Marinette’s stubbornness overrules all, and she can take control of Criss completely when they’re being really annoying. Sebastian occasionally assists. The two of them have the ability to literally shove everyone back to their home dimension, leaving behind an intimidating, girly version of Ben with red eyes. Ben’s still there but he’s been silenced by fear.

Edward:

 - can do alchemy 

“Wait, we can do magic?”

“No.”

Rin:

- He can COOK! It’s actually really good, and Gwen is pretty tempted to keep him as Criss.

Kevin: “Since when can you cook Ben?”

Criss: “I am a man of many talents.”

Also Criss, immediately after: “They’re my talents, Kitchen Failure.”

- Demon fire

- can perceive/talk to demons

Chat:

- Cataclysm

- The unmatched ability to perch on top of/in lockers, waiting to scare anyone with great relish.

HILARITY to be found in this ‘verse:

a. Someone asks his opinion on something and he literally just freezes from indecisiveness.

b. He’s like half a foot taller than Kevin, and Kevin is pissed.

Kevin thinks Criss is way cooler than Ben tho’ so it’s cool.

c. On one instance, one of the guys has been forced/dared into wearing something hideously embarrassing in his home ‘verse. Cue him being horrified as he’s pulled into Criss in a time of crisis, thinking it will transfer with him. Turns out that their shared body is more made up of their mental images than anything.

       “Why’d you seem so worried when you showed up?”

       *sends mental image*

       *muffled snickers and exclamations and an overall sigh of relief*

d. (1) It’s a thing with him, like his war cry.

    “I have the power of God and anime on my side” - said in the midst of battle

Gwen and Kevin. Need It To Stop.

    “You dare defy your God?!?”

    “Shut up Ben.”

    “It’s Criss!”

Sebastian hates it. Therefore, when ever Criss yells it, he rolls his eyes at himself. It’s a little bit hilarious.

e. A lot of them are SUPER excited at the idea of aliens. Some; not so much.

      “A-Aliens?!”

      “I thought they were EVOs, but clearly they’re from outer space.”

      “Cool!”

      “Eh, I’ve dealt with worse.”

f. Sporadic cursing via Edward. and fake cursing via Danny

      “You frigging fruit loop!”

      “What?”

g. Randomly, one of them will just give a full-body shiver and say “Oh, this is disgusting.”

h. (2) Criss actually has a modicum of common sense, so Kevin is really impressed at first.

      “Wow, it’s almost like you’re a real, rounded person!”

      *Eren screams*

      “Never mind.”

I. They get a lot of awkward questions.

Some Behind-the-times Surfer Dude: “So, like, are you a boy or a girl?”

*silence*

Criss: “I am a GOD!”

Kevin, absolutely done: “SHUT UP”

               .   .   .

Gwen, later: “He’s technically right, you know.”

Kevin, nearly crying: “Yeah, but denial is the only thing keeping me going at this point.”

J. Sometimes, Criss gets SUPER DUPER excited, for various reasons. 

Deku, about other heroes/aliens,

Adrien, about anime,

Sebastian, about cats,

etc.

It’s slightly adorable, slightly disturbing.

K. Criss randomly starts talking about fashion, mostly due to Marinette, and shows surprising prowess

    Gwen, vaguely disturbed: “Um, have you seen your outfit?”

    Criss: “Yes and I hate it.”

L. Criss can and will have conversations/arguments with himself out loud for hours on end. They can be about anything. Literally. Anything.

@tharkflark1

[tnffc]

Heyo babe! There's a lot to choose from but how abbbbout... "Everyone keeps saying you're the bad guy."

My love, my little red riding hood

It might have turned into a little bit more than a drabble…just a tiny little bit.

_______________

It rang at Peter’s door and he frowned a little.

He hadn’t been expecting any visitors - he rarely did - so this could only be one of Scott’s lost boys. It rang again before he had decided what to do and knowing they would likely not stop until he opened his door he logged out of his computer to keep them from snooping and took his time to get to them.

Coming closer he realized he could only hear one heartbeat, it was fast and he was well acquainted with it. A small voice in the back of his head reminded him he might actually know it a bit too well. It didn’t feel great to be attracted to someone who would never return those feelings. So maybe he should finally make an effort to kill those butterflies he got when recognizing the unmistakeable beat of Stiles’ heart.

He opened the door and immediately was awash with the scent of Stiles, drenched in anger, frustration, anxiety, and longing. He blinked irritated and before he could say anything Stiles pushed past him into his apartment.

“By all means…” Peter mumbled and closed the door, turning to his “guest” with his arms crossed.

Stiles stood there, tension apparent in every muscle, he seemed to want to say something but unsure where to start.

So Peter decided to go for an de-escalating action because he didn’t feel like having a mage in training emotionally blow up in his home.

“Would you like some tea?”

That had apparently been the wrong thing to say because next thing he knew Stiles was almost yelling at him.

“No I don’t want TEA!” He spat the last word out and started to pace and wildly gesture with his arms hands and fingers to accentuate his words.

“I want- I need to get out of this fucking town with these fucking idiots and their fucking knotted up brains!” He pointed his finger accusatory at Peter “Pun not intended, keep your mind out of the gutter! I mean they can’t think straight because their minds are tied too tight in their small morality bubbles and it is so god damn fucking annOYING!!! I mean everybody keeps saying my ideas are too risky and too radical and Scott actually had the audacity the…the..nerve to-”

Stiles fists were clenched now and his lips pressed together.

Peter looked at him curiously.

“Stiles, I can see you are hurt. But whatever Scott said, I don’t really understand why you are here. I mean, I will happily trash talk Scott with you or for you, it’s no secret I am not fond of the puppy Alpha…but isn’t he your friend? Shouldn’t you be confronting him about this?”

Stiles stared at him and Peter really couldn’t read him. Was Stiles going to cry? To yell again? To try and kill him?

“No.” Stiles barked then.

“Fuck Scott. We haven’t really been friends ever since he decided to believe Theo and then vagued so much I thought he hated me for defending myself. We were drifting apart before but that…it kinda made me realize I’ve been largely placed on the sidelines. And I tried to get back to…somewhere before I guess. But it’s no use. He doesn’t trust me, he doesn’t acknowledge my contributions, he doesn’t listen to my arguments or ideas and ignores how often in the end I’m the one with blood on my hands because he was too good a person to make any actual decision. He has turned into the worst kind of leader. The kind that keeps their own conscience clean by forcing the people around him into action by his inaction. I hoped he’d learn that after everything…after he had to ask you and Deucalion to help…I thought he might change…I’m so dumb…”

Well…Peter couldn’t say he had expected such a thorough burning of that long crumbling bridge. He knew he could have said a lot of things to get Stiles all the way down, and a part of him would have loved that, pushing Stiles to where he had been before. Make Stiles just as broken as himself and then delight in having been right about them being the same.

But a bigger part of him wanted Stiles to stay just that little bit better, a little bit more wholesome than himself. And he knew he could do that as well.

“You are many things Stiles. But you certainly aren’t dumb. It isn’t like you didn’t know the day might come where you decided to leave Scott behind. We both know you saw that coming a long way for you. It’s just that, besides being incredibly smart, sometimes annoyingly so, you also are amazingly loyal and despite all the bad things that you had to fight and defeat to survive you still believe people can improve and grow, maybe even meet the hopes you have for them. Because you see potential where most wouldn’t. That is part of what makes you remarkable and also just a little bit scary.”

Stiles shoulders slumped as he relaxed into Peter’s soft and kind praise. He didn’t smile but his eyes seemed to suck every word from Peter’s lips, like he needed them.

Peter suspected it might have been a very long time since Stiles had heard anybody give him some positive reflection.

When he had finished they stared at each other for a few moments before Peter could hear Stiles swallow and his heartbeat accelerate. When he spoke next his voice was a bit raspy.

“You know…I came here to have some angry hate sex or something-”

“I hope you intended to ask me first.” Peter intercepted and Stiles blushed slightly.

“Obviously, but we do sometimes flirt so..I had hopes, anyway I wanted to do that because, you know…everyone keeps saying you’re the bad guy and everybody keeps saying I sound like a bad guy…and I might have thought about just letting them be right, about ignoring that little voice in the back of my head telling me fucking a serial murderer might be kind of a bad choice…but to be honest…I’ve killed multiple people, I would likely kill a few people if I had gone through your trauma…not sure I’d have killed my own niece, but it’s not like I would say I definitely wouldn’t kill someone I trusted after they abandoned me in a town full of the people who had killed my whole family…”

Peter cleared his throat “Reminding me of my past transgressions isn’t the best dirty talk Darling.”

Stiles rubbed over his face.

“Right, sorry, I digress…the point is, you just showed me that the one person that in fact has surpassed the potential for growth I had seen in them by far is you. And I actually don’t feel like fucking you anymore.”

Peter couldn’t hide a frown at that.

“You are the first person to ever tell me I’m too nice for them to want to have sex with me…I have to say I don’t care for how that feels.”

Stiles gave him a sheepish smile.

“Don’t be stupid Peter. I still want to have sex with you. I meant I don’t want to have angry sex with you right now anymore. Maybe more like…nice, rough sex after having had dinner together.”

Wow.

Peter shook his head with a grin.

“Are you asking me on a date Stiles?”

Stiles smirked and Peter already loved that conspiratorial gleam in his eyes “Let’s make it really obvious, somewhere Scott or one of the others will definitely see us be ridiculously into each other.”

Peter smirked back “Only if that’s what you actually are Sweetheart.”

Stiles smirk turned into a warm smile “I am. I knew I had to be careful not to fall for you ever since you offered me the bite but accepted my decision…”

Peter licked his lips, uncrossed his arms and stepped a little bit closer, reaching out to pull Stiles in.

“Perfect. Let’s make Scott’s puppy heart break.”