#and in many days later she cried and cried and cried

[luv4arinn]

THIS!!

April is my comfort character (and yes, I also love Megan Fox, I’m not complaining). She’s so sweet, I adore her. I’ve always seen her as a mother/big sister figure to the turtles, and that dynamic is pure gold.

BUT GOD— Bayverse April had SO much potential for real character development.

And what did they do with her? Oh, right, they added that super necessary shot of her butt in the first movie. Wow. Such a great contribution to the plot. Absolutely essential. I hate how they sexualized her.

Like—HELLO?? This girl lost her entire family in a single night. Her father died in a fire, and the only thing she had left were four little turtles and a rat. And not only did she save them from the flames—she freed them, let them live, and loved them from the very start.

While anyone else would have run away, April treated those five mutant experiments as her family, even as a child.

Don’t tell me she didn’t feel incredibly guilty when she left them in the sewer.

Don’t tell me she didn’t cry in her bed, wondering if they survived.

Oh God, my girl.

And then she grew up admiring SACKS, only to find out that he was responsible for her father’s death.

She also grew up believing it had all been a dream, that the turtles and Splinter had died that night. Until one day, years later, she sees them again.

Where is April’s emotional arc? Where is her trauma?

You’re telling me she felt guilty when she accidentally led Sacks to the lair???

And the worst part? That Shredder showed up and almost killed Splinter.

WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP.

AND ON TOP OF THAT, you’re telling me that by the second movie, Raph DIDN’T teach her how to break skulls??

LMAOOOO. Be serious.

Better yet, you’re telling me they cut scenes between April and Raph??

WHAT.

We need MORE Bayverse April content. I’m on my knees. Begging.

So YES, I’m joining the cause.

Here, have some more headcanons for our sweet April <3



April is absolutely obsessed with yellow. It’s her color, her essence, her vibe. But not just any yellow—her yellow. If you see a piece of clothing in that shade in her closet, chances are she bought it in multiple versions: jackets, blouses, heels… even phone cases.

April is an honorary turtle, whether she likes it or not. She’s their human sister, and you can bet they’re always causing chaos in her apartment. Pizza stains on the couch? Of course. Mikey hanging from the ceiling fan? Don’t ask. Donnie trying to install some weird tech in her toaster? Definitely.

April and Donnie are the ultimate geek disaster siblings. There’s no way she understood all the information Donnie dumped on her about Baxter Stockman in the second movie the first time. God, I know she was a fan of him too before realizing he was insane. She gets excited over the same nerdy topics as Donnie—though sometimes, she just nods and pretends to understand.

April knows Mikey has a crush on her. She’s not stupid, it’s so obvious that UGH— but she doesn’t want to hurt him, so she pretends she never noticed. To her, Mikey is like her little brother. She gives him hugs, ruffles his bandana affectionately, and tells him he’ll find someone amazing one day.

Leo respects her more than he lets on. He doesn’t trust many people outside of his family, but April earned that place. When he’s stressed, sometimes she’s the only one who can calm him down with a simple “Hey, breathe. We’ll figure it out.”

April drives like a lunatic. They trust her to get them out of dangerous situations, but every time she gets behind the wheel, EVERYONE holds on like it’s their last day on Earth. Raph yells insults, Mikey enjoys it way too much, Donnie calculates survival odds in his head, and Leo just accepts his fate.

When she found them again, she spent nights watching videos of their childhood. Sometimes she cried, sometimes she laughed, but mostly, she wondered what her life would’ve been like if she had never lost them… or her father.

After the first movie, Raph taught her how to kick ass. Oh my God, YES. Though she had to wait for him to take the initiative because she didn’t want to be a burden (she never would be). Now she can take down a guy twice her size without hesitation.

THIS WOMAN FACED SHREDDER ALONE HUNDREDS OF FEET IN THE AIR. WOAH. She’s got nerves of steel.

That’s why she’s 100% protective of her family and loved ones. Yes, even Vern. Especially Vern, because she knows he’d probably be dead without her.

If someone says anything even remotely offensive about them, April is already throwing daggers. Say one more word, and this woman will POUNCE. She’s mastered the “watch me destroy you with a single sentence” technique in interviews and doesn’t hesitate to use it.

She’s incredibly studious and takes her job seriously. I’m sure she had to fight to stop being seen as just a pretty face. She probably had to deal with way too many condescending remarks in her career, and every time someone tried to belittle her, she responded with cold, hard facts.

She can go hours without sleep when researching something. One time, Leo had to literally take her laptop away because she hadn’t rested in two days.

She has a special connection with Splinter. He’s like a father figure to her, and even though she doesn’t always talk about her emotions, there are moments when Splinter simply serves her a cup of tea and says, “I’m proud of you, April.” And that’s enough.

Her apartment is always a mess, but somehow, she knows exactly where everything is. Donnie tried organizing it once. Big mistake.

Mikey once took her skating through the sewers, and while she screamed like crazy at first, she ended up laughing like never before. It was the highlight of her week.

She’s an absolute fan of heroes and comics. And I know she loves Star Wars. (I’m sure Leo does too, but he just pretends he doesn’t.) Ask her anything about it, and she’ll hit you with incredibly specific information and bibliographic references. Donnie and Mikey once tried to test her knowledge, and they ended up with their heads stuffed full of facts about the original trilogy, Legends, and why Han shot first.

Absolutely, she buys/gives merch to Leo. And to the turtles, too. If you see Leo wearing a black hoodie with the Jedi Order logo, that was April. If Mikey suddenly shows up with a glow-in-the-dark Deadpool t-shirt, that was also April. Raph with a Punisher jacket? Yep, April.

I’m convinced the wardrobe change for the turtles in the second movie was all her doing. I mean, Donnie wearing solar panels as a loincloth… we all cried. April made sure they were dressed more appropriately, but also in a way that fit each of their styles. Mikey was the hardest because he liked everything (“BROOO, what about this? Or this? OR THIS?”), and Leo only agreed because she assured him that “Jedis also evolved their armor.”

No doubt she expands Splinter’s tea pantry. If there’s a rare, expensive, and hard-to-find Chinese tea, April has already gotten it for him—in three different versions. Mikey and Raph don’t understand how there can be so many differences between “grass-flavored teas,” but she and Splinter can spend hours analyzing them.

Yes, she supplies them. Clothes? Yes. Food? Yes. When she saw their fridge stocked with nothing but soda and pizza boxes, she nearly cried. Now, half of it is still soda and pizza, but at least there’s some fruit and protein.

She shares a love for bonsais with Splinter and Leo. It’s their relaxation activity together. But ironically, I know this woman has killed a cactus at least once. Mikey never let her live it down.

You cannot convince me this woman hasn’t gotten at least one tattoo. She loves body art and shares that interest with the brothers. I’m sure she let at least one of them tattoo her—probably a design by Mikey. Something small on her wrist or behind her ear, with a meaning only they understand.

Leo and Donnie made sure everything was 100% safe and sterile. Donnie literally turned Mikey’s space into a mini improvised tattoo studio. “God, April, if you’re going to do this, at least don’t die of an infection”.

Mikey was way too excited. “BROOO, THIS IS ETERNAL ART!” He made at least five sketches before she finally chose one.

She and Raph have a tradition of watching UFC fights together. He yells like he’s in the arena, and she just watches with a beer in hand, completely unfazed—until she sees the perfect kick and mutters, “Shit, that was brutal.”

Even though she helps them in their crime-fighting, she keeps trying to remind them not to forget how to live. Sometimes they show up at her place expecting to plan their next mission, only for her to force them to watch movies, play video games, or just hang out like a normal family. Well… as normal as four giant ninja turtles and an infiltration-expert reporter can be.

Donnie has taught her basic hacking. Not at his level, but enough to sneak into certain databases without getting traced. This is a problem, because now, whenever she wants a big scoop for work, Donnie gets a message like: “Hey, hypothetically speaking… if you had to break into TCRI Industries’ private files… how would you do it? Just curious.”

If Mikey is sad, April notices before anyone else. And even though she can’t give him what he truly wants (her romantic love), she always makes sure he knows how much she loves and values him. She’s the first to hug him, to make him laugh with a dumb joke, and to remind him that someday, he’ll find someone who loves him as much as he loves the world.

If she ever disappears, she’s probably at a nerd convention dressed as a Jedi. Leo would pretend not to be interested, even as she tries to convince him to come with her.

I mean, in full cosplay, who would even realize he’s an actual mutant turtle and not just a Jedi-Hulk crossover?

Obviously, Leo said no.

“April, it’s a public event. I can’t risk it.”

“Leo, there are guys in Iron Man suits that look straight out of the movies, and no one questions them. Literally no one would look at you twice.”

“No.”

“Coward.”

In the end, Mikey did go with her, dressed as a Mandalorian. He ended up signing autographs because everyone thought he was a hyper-realistic animatronic.

She has a theory that turtles don’t have actual fingerprints.

After multiple failed attempts to get them to use touch ID, she concluded that their prints are too irregular for normal sensors to read. Donnie took this personally when he tested it and failed. “This is impossible. My hands are scientifically perfect.”

She has the power to calm Raph down when he’s too fired up. Not with words. Just with a look.

When he’s about to lose control, she gives him the stare. The one that says “No. Don’t do it.”

And… well, he doesn’t always listen, but at least he hesitates.

She knows exactly how to make Leo agree to a plan that isn’t his. Just make him think it was his idea. It’s an art she has perfected.

“It would be great if someone designed a strategy that included this and this…”

“Hmm… maybe we could—”

“That’s an excellent idea, Leo! I knew you’d think of it!”

“…You’re manipulating me, aren’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She has her own underground information network. Being a reporter and the turtles’ best friend has taught her how to move in the shadows. She has contacts everywhere—hackers, informants, low-ranking cops who hate corruption… She knows how to get intel without leaving a trace.

If she needs to go undercover, she does it with ridiculous disguises. No sleek, sexy black suits—she goes full grandma mode with awful wigs, oversized glasses, and the most unflattering clothes possible. Nobody suspects the clumsy woman who drops her purse every five seconds.

One time, Raph took her to train with Casey. And dear God, this woman fought for her life not to fall flat on her face on the ice. Raph mocked her mercilessly until she threw a snowball at his face.

She’s the only human on Earth who immediately understands Donnie’s jokes. Sometimes, she even finishes them before he does. Mikey considers this a scientific abomination beyond comprehension.

She drives like a maniac but has never crashed. It’s a miracle. She’s come dangerously close to hitting poles, jumped between moving cars, pulled off maneuvers that defy physics… but her record remains flawless. The cops can’t catch her if they can’t keep up.

Raph nicknamed her “ferrous” after watching her stand her ground against Shredder.

“You’re tougher than most people I know. You don’t break.”

She won’t admit it, but that nickname makes her smile a little every time she hears it.

She’s a fan of rock and alternative music. She has a playlist for everything. Training with Raph? Metallica. Investigative work? The Killers. Speeding away from the Foot Clan? AC/DC.

She does not fear Baxter Stockman. She did for about 0.2 seconds the first time she saw him. Then he opened his mouth, and she realized she could manipulate him into spilling information. Spoiler: she did.

If anyone hurts her turtles, she becomes a vengeful demon. She’s not a fighter, she doesn’t have super strength, but she’s smart and completely unafraid to get her hands dirty. She can make someone’s life a living hell with just a few phone calls and some well-done investigative work.

She’s been kidnapped so many times she doesn’t even panic anymore. The first time: “OH MY GOD!” The fourth time: “Okay, what’s the plan this time?”

If Casey calls her “babe” at the worst possible moment, she hits him. Not seriously, but just hard enough on the arm to make him understand that now is not the time.

Vern is only alive because she tolerates him. She genuinely cares about him, but there are days when, dear God, that man is unbearable.

If any of the turtles are injured, she’s the first to act. She’s not a doctor, but she’s learned enough from Donnie to perform advanced first aid. She’s also the only human strong enough to hold Raph up when he’s stumbling from an injury.

Mikey uses her as his human meme reference.

“APRIL, I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE MEMES WITH YOUR FACE.”

“Mikey, I swear if you Photoshop me into another Shrek meme…”

“…Oops.”

One time, she beat Raph in a pizza-eating contest. He swears he was just having an off day. She never lets him forget it.

If Splinter says he approves of her, then she’s family. And if anyone messes with her… They mess with the turtles.

that’a all bye <3

bayverse! April headcanons

because i hate the way megan fox was sexualised in the movies i wanna give her more personality than just being hot and smart 😭 i heart u bayverse April

- she thrifts! not just expensive 'real vintage' designer labels but everything, she also finds clothes than can be easily upcycled and tweaked for the boys. Her signature color is yellow so you KNOW she has rare and whimsical pieces she collects in her wardrobe

- speaking of which; she sews! Mikey often rips or breaks his stuff (like shoes and shirts) and hes always giving her bits and pieces to fix up. As much as Donnie is a tech wiz, Aprils expertise lies in the art of DIY! shes tried to teach Don how to sew but ironically its one of the few things he cant crack

- shes a stem nut, OBVIOUSLY! her and Don bond the most over new technology and the advancement of science and digital technology. her and Don made her a pc from scratch and its one of her most precious memories

- April has a really bad sweet tooth, when the guys get pizza for the rare nights in, she's reaching for Mikeys candy stash for sure (she makes sure to replenish it with all their shared faves)

- her favourite candy is anything sour! but actually sour, we're talking throat numbingly sour to the point where at the end of the bag all you taste is blood 💀 it freaks everyone out lmao

- she has a masters in journalism and a degree social sciences, its so important to her to give visibility to the stories rarely talked about. Shes very dedicated to her profession and genuinely gets mad that all vern cares about is attention from fans and the camera

- April is also very passionate about nutrition and fitness! she goes total big sister mode when the turtles neglect their protein intake especially with how big and physically demanding their jobs are. a few times she's tried to teach Leo how to cook for his brothers and hes just about learned how to not burn eggs on toast but shell be damned if she starts cooking for 4 6ft men 😭 respectfully not her job!

- she's incredibly protective of her friends, whoever they may be, even Vern. she doesn't take lightly to disrespect and she WILL trash talk you to silence if you make anyone she cares about feel less than

- when she was younger she wanted to be a zoologist or anthropologist. Like her dad, she's always had a love for science and research, but she loved animals so much as a kid and it crushed her when she realised her father was experimenting on animals

- she feels personally responsible for the turtles and Splinter, she visits them atleast once a night, whether on face time or in person. the fact that they feel theyll never be accepted in society weighs heavy on her heart. she wishes things were different

- she knows Mikey has a crush on her, but she doesn't know how to let him down gently and honestly doesn't wanna open that can of worms, so she just pretends she doesn't notice his very desperate flirting

- sleeper build april. SLEEPER BUILD APRIL. people treat her like shes fragile just because she's beautiful but shes also incredibly strong with amazing endurance. i mean hello?! SHE CAN RUN IN HEELS. thats badass

- she loves game nights w the turtles and Casey, she loves playing MK and her go-to character is ofc Mileena (goated and no im not biased)

- she may or may not have a dedicated collection of disguises for super sleuthing and recon. shes very proud of it and will give a tour if asked

- she wants to learn ninjitsu, just doesn't know if she should ask or wait to be asked. she feels awkward and sometimes wonders if its not her place, even though in reality Splinter would be happy to train someone so dedicated to justice.

- her favourite drink is banana protein smoothie!! the lair has a smoothie just for her 😭 they have to hide it from Mikey before he gets back into his liquid pizza phase again

- she likes hero comics/shows (like 2012 leo!). Naruto was her childhood and its kinda beautifully ironic that she's like a ninja by proxy now

thats all for now! its been like 5 years since ive written headcanons so sorry if the format is boring, lmk if you want more headcanons! ok bai

[ladykailitha]

Yellow Daisies- A Valentine's Story

When I finished the last of the Boy with a Bat story I wanted to do something fun for Valentine's Day. But I bit off more than I can chew, so I'm releasing the first part and will release the others as the come.

Summary: Steve was told that men only received flowers once and that was at their funeral, so he made it he's life's mission to give everyone flowers as often as he could. Or Five Occasions Steve gave flowers and the time he got them in return.

Each part will have the flowers he gives and their meaning for the occasion.

~

Steve had heard early on in life that men only receive flowers once and that was when it was too late to appreciate them. At their funeral. It made him sad. Even boutonnieres had to be bought and paid for by the boy doing the asking.

Men got hearty handshakes and boys got a pat on the head. Even in sports, girls got flowers for their wins, boys if they were lucky got teddy bears and other stuffed animals. Things that guys immediately tossed on their way out.

Not Steve though. If he got a teddy bear, he kept. Some times they got regifted if the girl really liked one of his collection, but rarely.

So he always tried to make sure he gave as many flowers as he could. Because even though he would never get any back, he wanted to make sure everyone else in his life got as many as possible.

1. Mother’s Day: Pink Carnations- motherhood

When Steve was about eleven and was given money for the first time as allowance when he started middle school, the first thing he did was rush out and buy flowers for his mom.

He bought her white roses, like his father did all the time.

Maureen sighed. “I know you don’t know any better, Steven. But don’t be an idiot like your father. I’m allergic to roses.”

Steve nodded and quickly carried them away when he saw that her eyes were starting to water.

Then he tried poinsettias for Christmas, because he had seen her put out the plant every Christmas and he even picked out the best ones.

Again the gesture was dismissed, though this time it took longer for Steve to notice the poinsettias that were on display weren’t his. It had been hard to tell at first. Because they all seemed to look the same to him.

But then while he was taking out the trash, he spotted a pot tucked away by the garage with wilted leaves and a cracked base.

Steve felt a swooping in his stomach. He knew without taking a single step toward it that it was the one he gave his mom. And while he wanted to believe that the cracked base was the reason it was hidden away. He knew it wasn’t. He knew just didn’t fit his mother’s idea of perfection.

The last time he tried to give her flowers was on Mother’s day a few years later. She had actually been home for a change and so Steve had wanted to do something special for her. So he bought her her favorite chocolates and pink carnations.

Maureen took them with a pained smile and a quiet thank you.

It wasn’t until Steve had come out to the kitchen for a glass of water did he understand what that meant.

She was on the phone with one of her friends. “The chocolates are all right, I suppose. I’ll just have to be sure to portion them out so I don’t get fat. But those flowers, Sophie! They were dreadful! Like I wanted to be reminded I was a mother. My youth is already fading and now carnations! I might as well have one foot in the grave at this point!”

Steve put a hand over his mouth as tried to fight down tears, but they spilled out over his fingers, hot and stinging. He slid down the wall and sat down with a quiet thump. He listened as his own mother complained about how she had felt pressured by Clint to have children and was honestly relieved when told she wouldn’t be able to have anymore.

He got up and walked back to his room, where he held his pillow to his chest and laid down on the bed as he cried and cried. He knew his father hated him for being such a disappointment but to hear that his mother hadn’t wanted him in the first place was hard pill to swallow.

~

“Dude,” Steve huffed, smacking Dustin on the back of the head, knocking his trucker hat to the ground. “You aren’t doing anything for you mom for Mother’s Day? I thought you loved your mom.”

“I do!” Dustin protested slamming his head back on his head. “But gifts to moms are like baby stuff.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “No they aren’t. Now, if you tried to make her shitty ashtray or macaroni necklace I’d agree with you them being childish. But a heartfelt card or even make her one of your electronic doodads would really make her smile.”

Dustin scoffed.

Steve leaned forward into his face. “Because if you don’t I will completely show you up and you’ll never live it down for the rest of your life.”

Dustin gulped, eyes wide. “What would you even do?”

Steve just smiled slow and sinister.

~

Dustin had made a light up sign that said: Happy Mother’s Day, Ma!

Claudia kissed the top of Dustin’s head when he handed it to her. “Oh baby, I love it. Thank you so much. It’s going right on the mantle.”

Dustin puffed out his chest. Just beat that, Steve! he thought gleefully.

Then Steve showed up for dinner with the biggest bouquet of pink carnations he had ever seen. They were like the size of his head. They were wrapped in a delicate white tissue paper and tied neatly with a pink ribbon.

“Oh Steve, they’re beautiful!” Claudia cooed, gently taking the flowers from him. “You didn’t have to get me anything. I’m just grateful you could make it to dinner.”

Steve beamed up at her. “Nah, I wanted to. You’ve been more a mom to me than mine in every way possible. And I know everyone loves to get get flowers.”

She kissed his cheek and then went to go put them in a vase. “It makes me so angry when I think about your mother, Steve. There are some people who don't deserve children. But I’m grateful you’re here, now.”

“Yeah, Steve,” Dustin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Even though you aren’t blood, you’re as much a part of this family as either me or Ma.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks guys.”

Claudia bustled him further inside to the dinner table and started dishing out the gorgeous meal she had made.

Steve smiled up at her. He had offered to make it for her, but she told him she loved cooking and it was always a treat to make something special so he let her. And seeing her now, he was glad he had gotten her flowers instead pressing the dinner issue, because she looked really happy.

And when he came back the next week, he found the carnations turned upside down to dry out so she could keep his flowers for longer. The love he felt for her grew so much more when he saw that.

2. Get Well: White Spider Lilies, Snowdrops, and Yellow Orchids- Good Health, Consolation, and New Beginnings and Friendship

Steve wasn’t sure who was less surprised when Nicole got mono their freshman year, her parents or her friends.

Even at the tender age of fourteen, Nicole liked the boys and she wasn’t afraid to get what she wanted.

Which made it more hilarious when it was revealed that she got it from a dirty drinking fountain at the elementary. When kids too young to be kissing got mono, her parents first thought that she got it from a boy who had a sibling at the elementary and had been contagious. As her younger sister hadn’t gotten it.

But nope! She had drank from the same fountain because she been there to pick up Penny from school and had gotten thirsty waiting for her.

So when they were allowed to visit her, Steve of course bought flowers. He had asked the florist for something especially nice for a sick friend and she made a bouquet of beautiful white flowers.

Steve went up to her house, flowers in hand. Nicole’s mother cooed over the flowers and told him what a sweet young man he was.

But it went spectacularly wrong when he went to hand them to Nicole.

She took the flowers and looked at them mournfully. “I–I mean thanks. But I only think of you as a friend. I–the flowers are very pretty but I’m not sure I can accept them.”

Steve stared at her for a moment shock. “No, no!” He waved his hands back and forth. “No. It’s not that. I promise! I just taught growing up that you got people flowers when they weren’t feeling good. That’s all, okay?”

Nicole looked down at the pretty white flowers and breathed out a sigh of relief. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Steve.”

Things went smoother after that. But Steve made sure to let the person know they were get well flowers right off the bat.

Something he was sure he didn’t have to say, but now he wasn’t so sure.

~

The aftermath of the Battle of Vecna as Dustin was calling it, was rough on everyone. Eddie and Max were in the hospital. Neither one with good prognoses. Max was in a coma and Eddie was still in surgery after eleven hours.

Even Steve was currently in the hospital being treated for sepsis because once the adrenaline wore off after bring Eddie to the hospital his body decided to overreact to his injuries and shut down.

He hated it. He hated that he was there in a bed that should be used for someone else.

“Steve!” Robin admonished when he voiced these complaints to her. “You almost died! I think it’s okay for you to take a break and let other people handle it for a change.”

Steve really didn’t have anything to say to that, because she was right. He could have died if he hadn’t fainted when he did. And they were telling him it was going to be a long and painful road back to normal, but he would get back to normal. He was in good health, kept up a healthy diet and exercised regularly, it was just almost getting eaten alive that caused his body to go into overdrive.

Which, fair.

So he made sure that both Max and Eddie had flowers delivered every day. He even told the nurses to give the other flowers to patients that didn’t get visitors. Something the nurses loved him for.

The flowers he sent Max and Eddie were the same ones he had gotten for Nicole all those years ago. Snowdrops and spider lilies. But for them he asked that another flower be added to the bouquet. Yellow orchids.

When Max woke up, he was standing there, holding her hand. She looked over to see the flowers and scoffed.

“I don’t need flowers, dumbass,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Everyone needs flowers,” he insisted. “The snowdrops are for consolation. The spiderlilies are for good health, and the orchids are for new beginnings and friendship.”

Max looked over at the flowers again and then up at Steve. “I love you, you asshole!” And she gave him the fiercest hug.

Steve held her tight and kissed the top of her head. “I love you too, Max.”

~

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[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

walburga thinks sirius is a gift from hecate. her family thinks she's going mad but she knows better, it just makes so much sense.

the healers had said that she'd never be able to conceive, and she'd already had two miscarriages trying to prove them wrong, so she started praying - going back in her timeline to her forefathers, the high priests of hecate, and begged her for a son; performing rituals under the moon, leaving food, doing blood magic, burying stillborn puppies. her brothers told her she was hysterical, even mad, until she conceived. they were silenced, then.

she did these rituals monthly, then, till sirius was born. 3rd November, 1959, something else she considered to be a direct sign from the goddess. he was born on a waning crescent phase, when hecate's powers were strongest. furthermore, he was born right after samhain, the festival for the relationship between the living and the dead. he was born under an omen of power, she was convinced, the Black heir who would have ties to dead and the alive.

when regulus was born, she was confused. initially, she had been thrilled - another blessing? another miracle? - but there were no signs from hecate. regulus was born on a full moon, he was a virgo, there were no festivals, no nothing. maybe she resented him for giving her hope and disappointing her, maybe he was the one who she truly loved and cared for like a son, not like how she cared for sirius - distantly, almost like she worshipped him.

walburga continued her rituals, her worship of hecate, and took sirius with her from the very first day, when he was still an infant, put him on altars instead of pedestals. she took him to altars and taught him greek before english - isolation was a small price to pay for greatness.

she had no reason to believe sirius would be anything less than great - until he started rebelling, of course.

it started small.

walburga had been afraid to send sirius away for hogwarts, but she did, and two months later she got a letter from sirius saying he hadn't been cleansing himself with burnt herbs before rituals because his friends asked too many questions. that was the first sign. there were others. many, many others. she didn't plan on letting sirius return to hogwarts after he finally returned to the altar home for christmas break (what if he stopped performing rituals altogether?), but orion sent him off without her permission.

(she prayed about it. sirius cleansed himself. hecate was still with her.)

when sirius was sixteen, he said walburga was crazy. he said that he hadn't performed the rituals in years, that he knew all about the sacrifices, that it was all bullshit. he ran away. walburga broke. she cried, she begged her goddess to give her her god son back, and then sadness turned to anger, and she yelled and hurt and cursed - how dare sirius throw something so great away? how dare he betray his blood, but more importantly, his destiny? the miracle he was? did he not know hecate would abandon him? and hecate did, yes, yes she did, because sirius went to azkaban, and walburga knew he didn't kill the potters but he'd committed blasphemy, something infinitely worse, so she let him rot. had he continued his worship, she could've protected him, guided him - instead, she let her hounds of the underworld claim him, let the dementers gnaw at his soul. as he deserved.

when sickness got to her, and she was left alone in an empty house, weak and helpless, she wondered if hecate had abandoned her, too, abandoned her for letting the brightest star burn out.

[a2remedy]

Rocking with the Joker

It was a dark day in Gotham. The dark clouds and heavy rain weren't a new sight for its residents. Some would say it's the city's natural state.

Heavy rain accompanied by thunder usually muffled the cries of people with knives or bullets in their abdomen from a deal gone wrong. At the same time, it was a comfort to Gothamites.

Rain showed the best and worst of the world's crime center. The muffled sounds made finding sleep in the city easier. It made its people more receptive to helping one another. Rain, Darkness, Shadows.

Those were the playgrounds for the very protectors of this city.

It was the very thing that frustrated Oracle at the moment. Looking through wet lens into the alleys and abandoned sites like her life depended on it.

Maybe it did. Switching to being the lady in the chair surely wasn't a seamless but she did a damn good job, if the numerous voices in her ear didn't remind her enough. But she couldn't help her frustration. Even if they didn't speak often, they shared a look. A silent promise to get back at their assailant for what he's done.

A week ago, rogues used the same playground to break out of Arkham. The Joker was out there. Somewhere.

And Jason was silent. It's been slowly eating at her as they caught more rogues. Tim and Dick reported back that they've 'contact'. Whatever they wanted to call it. She hated the 10-foot pole between him and the other bats. She knew he hated it too.

A week since the Joker escape, and his pit rage hasn't died down since.

Her mind stopped wandering as she heard the GCPD. Reported sightings of the pale green gas inside an indoor concert hall, the feint laughter in the background growing louder by the second. With a practiced deftness, she located where the officer's coordinates were and reported to the bats... Right near Crime Alley. "Does anybody have eyes on Red Hood?" Nobody responded for 1...3...5 seconds. She knew well enough that one of the first casualties when Hood was like this was his helmet , and she assumed right when she got in to see the blurry camera that glitched with static occasionally. Right at the doors of the venue. She could make out people crumbling to their knees, desperately making their way for exits before succumbing to the drug. The haunting laughter ringing out from crying faces with grins too large. "I NEED ETAS! STAT!" "I'm 5 minutes away!" Tim responded as he grappled from rooftops. "I'm there in 3!" Dick was hoofing it as she focused on Red Hood. She opened her mouth, and her stomach dropped. Static graced her ears as it came in, but she was sure she heard correctly. "I'm going in." "Hood, just hold on." She knew better than hoping he'd listen. She checked the clear camera. At least, he had his rebreather on. "Hood is making contact. Hurry!"

"On it!" The chorus of voices and affirmative "Hm!" brought the comfort of the rain back to her. He's not alone in this, and neither is she. ---- The corners of his eyes tinged with green as he felt the pits simmer to life. He had to act fast. He had the officers on-site help him and his boys move the people nearest to the exits away before he turned back to the venue and collapsed forms inside. He could barely make out what the others were saying, but he knew well enough that the venue could comfortably fit 1,000 people. Far too many for him and 20 odd cops to handle.

He could still remember Bella, the rock star in the making, nerded out when a meta from the out of the city announced a surprise performance for the end of her tour. What was her name again? He followed the sounds of gunfire the further he got in until he made it to the open double doors. There weren't any bullet holes through the wall and door frame, so he made his way in. His heart was in his chest as he laid his eyes on the room surrounded in green. Lazarus green.

Jason had to keep reminding himself, freak out later, there's a job to do. Freak out later; there's a job to do. FREAK OUT LATE-! Green paved its way through his sight.

But the pits we're of afraid of it. Should he be? He needed something, anything to ground himself. So he touched the freaky thing. The green at the encompassing his vision vanished. Like oil to water, whatever he felt now wasn't the pits. It was like taking a dip into a pool. Cold enough to make you flinch, but it warms to his touch. He didn't notice he was dragging his hand along it until a guy's voice rang out over the mental and physical gunfire. "EMBER!" He took off a purple guitar with teal flame details and tossed it over.

The guitar straps fitted on her like a glove. "I GOT IT, B! LET'S KNOCK THEIR SOCKS OFF!" Jason didn't realize he was holding his breath until he exhaled in relief. Not noticing the band members' attention snapping to him as he finally caught sight of the joker. He gave the room a once over. The room with cheering fans as the band members were still being fired on. "THIS IS EMBER AND THE BUSTAS-" The three other members responded,"-AND WE'RE HERE TO BUST YA BALLS!" What. The. Fuck.

[yoke9494]

♠️ Broken Heart Collector. ♠️ Ackerman twins/F.reader.

For @alebrasil0101

Only on Tumblr, this will not be posted on Wattpad or AO3.

⚠️Mafia/Cartel Au, Yandere/Dark content, Gore, rape, drugs/alcohol, violence, guns and weapon use. Death.⚠️

Levi and his twin brother Luci were doomed from the start. Only bred to become the family's guard dogs, they've had dirty hands since the age of 10. Lonely deranged boys now turned into dangerous sick men. That is until a pretty little thing happens to get their attention. Will she save them from a loveless life? Or will she drive them deeper into madness?

All chapter links will be at the end of chapters until I get better organized. This is just a teaser so it is short.

*Levi*

They say the night we were born was dark and deadly. The second I took my first breath I already stole hundreds. A violent storm had rolled through the town as my mother pushed, leaving many dead, lost, or homeless.

If that wasn't a bad enough omen then maybe this next part is.

My mother's name was Kuchel and from what I could tell, she was beautiful inside and out. My uncle Kenny's pride and joy, he was so messed up and ugly but she was not. I wished he never brought her around our sperm donor. The moment he laid eyes on her, she was already his, whether she liked it or not. He used our mother's body to create us. Weapons, killers, guard dogs, are just a few names he liked to call us.

But our mother? Well, in all honesty.. She should have killed us. But as beautiful as she was, she was too weak for this world. What kind of woman falls in love with a couple of brats that came from a rapist just because she heard two fast heartbeats on a machine?

My mother did..

She should have killed us...

But sometimes I wonder if she was happy when the doctor placed me in her arms? She gave me the name Levi and I wonder if it took her a long time to pick it out? I wish I could ask her. But not even a minute later I was taken out of her arms as she screamed in pain once more. My brother was born and she had become too weak after his cries filled the room. She was only able to mutter his name to the nearest nurse before her eyes shut forever.

Her body couldn't handle the birth, she bled too much and too fast. Her body went into shock and she was gone. Not only did our lives cost for so many during the storm but it took our mother's as well.

We were killers from the start.

You would think our family would resent us after killing her. They never did-- The day we turned five, Uncle Kenny let us know why. She was only used because she was pretty and Uncle Kenny was paid and offered a job for her. We should hate him I know but as disgusting as he is.. He is all we have left.

Our sperm donor left us in his and our hundreds of nannies care. He didn't care about us yet. Nannies did the cleaning and cooking. They wiped our asses and taught us how to piss in the toilet. Luci even lost his virginity to one of the younger bitches when he was 15. What did Uncle Kenny do? He shaped us into what our bullshit father wanted.

Instead of toys like the normal kids had, we had weapons. I had a knife collection instead of Pokemon cards. The feeling of the jagged or smooth metal ghosting against the skin of my fingers as I glide then along the blade, how nice the handle feels in my palms when I squeeze it. The satisfying sound of flesh ripping open, especially on the neck. The way blood drips to the floor like those calming rain sounds people listen to for sleep.

Luci had a full walk in safe filled with the newest hand guns and his custom AK-47s instead of nerf or water guns. He liked that they were loud and more high maintenance just like him. He felt powerful when his fingers were in the trigger.

While normal rowdy teenagers were out partying and getting drunk, myself and Luci were learning how to pop joints out of their sockets and laundering money. While Tiffany was getting her pussy ate and puking out her guts, we were learning how to use sniper rifles. While Kyle was getting his dick sucked and snorting his grandma's pain meds, we were transporting stolen heroin to our father's hide out in blood covered clothes. While jenny and Tommy were fighting because the other one cheated, myself and Luci were breaking in skulls and pulling out teeth because someone dared to betray our father in some way or just get on his nerves.

But I don't want your pity. I still have my "normal" pleasures like a hot cup of tea and a good book. Luci had his smokes and whiskey. Complete opposites but they melted the stress away and silenced the screams in our heads.

Our home was luxurious and so was everything in it. We could have what or who we wanted at the snap of our fingers. We attended the best schools and got top grades.

Even now as I sit in our college courtyard waiting on my brother---

_____end of Levi pov____________

"Oh God what the hell is that?! What are you wearing?"

A shrill voice had interrupted Levi's thoughts. The quiet atmosphere was ruined by some dumb blonde who obviously had too many nose jobs.

"ew, are you like poor or something. Why are you here? Shouldn't you like, be cleaning the toilets or something?"

Levi rolled his eyes over to a scene that was familiar. The girls around here were jealous of everyone or everything. They were fucking two faced cut throat around here when it came to one another. He watched a few nepo babies pick on some girl. He tilted his head when your figure fell to your knees because one of the girls kicked in the back of your shin.

He was talking to himself as one of the girls poured their iced coffee on top of your head. " You're just going to take that shit sweetheart? Do something."

But you just sat there and cried while the army of whores walked away. You weren't going to survive here-- Wait.

Since when have someone's cries sounded so... Pretty? Like fucking music to his ears.

" What the fuck are you glaring at?"

There went the beautiful music as Luci's loud ass voice muffled it. He lazily sat next to his brother on the bench.

Levi nodded towards you. "New one, I'm guessing."

Luci followed his sight and let out the fakest empathetic sound. "Aww poor baby. Such a pretty thing when she cries. huh?"

Levi looked at your face as you wiped your eyes and finally stood up. He could see why you were being picked on. An old looking bag and your clothes didn't look like a luxury brand. But fuck you were beautiful with tear stained cheeks.

They both silently watched you pass them by with your head down. Even covered in coffee the smell of your perfume hit their nose and made their stomach feel hot.

Luci leaned forward to watch you a little longer. "So, what was going on with her?"

Levi shrugged. "Bullying her or some shit."

Luci snorted. "Are we back in fucking highschool? Do they know they're not teenagers anymore?"

Again Levi shrugged as they got up and began to walk to their vehicle. He was bringing his own next time, he hated waiting for Luci to get done fucking one of his professors at the end of the day. "You know how childish women are in this place. Too much Botox to their big ass foreheads must have seeped into their brains and made them a little slow."

Luci tossed Levi the keys as he looked around the lot. He could have sworn you came this way? He wanted to give a pretty little venerable thing like you a ride.. Ah, well. He'll just have to say hello tomorrow, they had business to take care of before they went home.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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Like she’s going to come take something from him personally. Not just Buck. 

Maybe that’s the biggest indicator. He starts to feel like Arthur is his. His baby. His son. Even if those thoughts are kept deep, deep inside. 

One night, Arthur wakes them up around two in the morning. The kind of cry that Eddie now knows means he’s wet himself and is uncomfortable. He never knew any of Christopher’s cries apart. He’d never been around for a long enough time to distinguish them. 

Buck starts to get out of bed. He emits a little sigh that betrays how tired he is. He’s exhausted. They had a long shift that day. Buck took the brunt of the physical labor during the rescue.

“Let me get him,” Eddie says. 

“It’s okay,” Buck argues. “I can.”

He can. He does. Most of the time. In fact, it’s sort of hard for Eddie to get Buck to let him do any of the less pleasant parts of raising a baby. Like he’s afraid allowing Eddie to do more than the cute, sweet parts is a burden Eddie doesn’t want. But that’s not true. He wants all of it. And not just because of Buck, anymore. 

“You’re tired and sore,” Eddie whispers, leaning across the bed to pull him back and kiss his temple. “I’ve got him.” 

Buck sighs. “Don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “I want to. You know I love him, right?”

Buck takes a deep breath.

“I know.”

“Then let me go do the dad thing, okay? You sleep.”

Buck relents. Eddie climbs out of bed and makes his way towards Arthur’s bedroom. 

“Hi, Artie,” he says softly, lifting him out of the crib. “Hi, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He changes Arthur, gets him all buttoned back up in his pajamas, and begins to put him back into the crib. But then pauses. He brings the baby back up and holds him to his chest for a moment. Tilts his head so he can inhale that weirdly perfect baby head scent. 

He missed all this with Christopher. He regrets that all the time. His kid is fifteen. The best kid in the whole world. But time moves so fast. So, so fast. So Eddie takes a minute. With this child, who isn’t his, but who feels like it anyway. He takes a minute to let it feel slow. 

iv.

October 1st is a Thursday, so they have Artie’s first birthday party two days later. The anniversary of the day they learned he was born. How fitting. 

It’s a really nice party. The whole day just sort of fills Eddie with an easy warmth. Everyone shows up. There’s cake. There’s decorations. There are far too many presents. Eddie takes an obnoxious amount of photos. The atmosphere is entirely joyful.

At one, Artie is a lot of things. He’s turning more and more into a little person every day. He’s absolutely packed full of energy. No surprise there, considering his paternity. He’s an absolute chatterbox, despite his limited vocabulary. He will stand and dance on the spot to any song he hears, wiggling around like a wind-up-toy. He loves animals. He loves the beach. He hates really windy days. He thinks Chris is the best person on the planet. He calls both Buck and Eddie dad. 

Eddie loves him more than anyone but Christopher.

When it happens, they’re sitting at the dining room table. Artie and Daniel are in side-by-side high chairs, both absolutely smearing their faces with blue icing from birthday cupcakes. Chimney is recording it, laughing. It’s one of those happy, perfect moments Eddie wishes he could pause.

“They aren’t going to sleep tonight,” Hen warns. 

“Worth it,” Buck shrugs. “Look at them. They’re best friends!”

“Do they have any other choice, Buck?” Bobby asks.

“Well, no…” Buck admits.

The doorbell rings. 

It’s weird that the doorbell rings. It’s weird, because everyone is here. Everyone who they invited, everyone who said they could come, is already here. 

“I’ll get it,” Buck says, equal amounts of confusion clear in his expression. 

He strides off towards the front door, and for whatever reason, Eddie feels compelled to follow him. To see. He doesn’t know why. He’s not usually so suspicious of someone coming to his door.

He has good reason to be. 

Eddie is standing maybe six or seven feet behind Buck when he opens the door. Before Eddie sees who’s there, he knows. He knows, because Buck’s entire body language goes rigid. Eddie knows. He knows, and he instantly feels the need to puke.

“Jaylin,” Buck says. His voice is stern. Cold. 

Eddie takes a small side step so he can see her. Her hair is shorter. She’s pretty thin. She looks nervous. 

“Hi, Buck.”

Eddie’s jaw is locked tight. He wants to tell her to fuck off and never come back but that is neither appropriate or his place. And also, he simply cannot. 

“What are you doing here?” Buck demands. “Where have you been?”

“It’s… I know I’m late for his birthday,” she says. “Uh, I was traveling back and… And there were car troubles.”

“Car troubles?” Buck echoes icily. “Jaylin, it’s been nine months.”

“I know. I know. But it’s his birthday and I’m his mother,” she says. “I need to see him. Even for a little bit. Please, Buck.”

“I-I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Buck says. “We’re in the middle of a party. He doesn’t know you.”

“I’m his mom! He’ll… It hasn’t been that long. He’ll remember.”

Eddie’s not proud of what he does next. He really isn’t. But the important thing is that it’s not against Buck’s wishes. Not exactly. Because he hears the next words from Buck’s mouth. And those words are Jaylin, no. Not right now. And he just reacts. 

He turns and walks as fast as he can without running back into the dining room.

[hauntingmiser]

[ GORE WARNING AND SPOILERS FOR P4/ P4G IG idk????? But yeye ]

MERMAY DAY XXIX ?

sooner or later the investigation heard noises coming from the middle of the fog ever since teddie's submarine was put down in the middle of the fog

The team settled to go to the bottom middle of the fog and put an end to the curse once and for all

until they heard a sore throat yet horse voice calling one of their team members name........

"hₐₙₐ-cₕₐₙ....." the voice said, suddenly yosuke was shocked and questioning if he had heard this voice before and then it clicked on him, it was that girl the one that yu found when he was in his evening swim and the one that he met in June's and so after realizing that voice he shouted through the fog and called her name by the amount of luck he has

"HUH!.....S-S-SAKI!?" yosuke said stuttering his own words

she approached the investigation team and from that day forward, yosuke was all correct all along....

" 𝗛 𝗔 𝗡 𝗔 ~ 𝗖 𝗛 𝗔 𝗡 !!!!!! "

"....oh god......" yukiko feared "this can't be....right?"

" I believe so..." yosuke frightenly answered

The fog covered the team's vision, then vanishing the only to find a merzombie corpse approaching them slowly.....oh god

It's her......

saki....konishi.....the second victim of the crystal curse of "mother nature"

what did this to her? If teddie was right about the biomechanical warfare and that means...

The investigation team had no choice but to attack her and kill her just to keep going until they find the center of the fog

[bitternace]

(rock sass voice) they mean the world to me

[ID: a digital drawing of hayner, pence and olette from kingdom hearts. they are in their kh3 clothes, with chunky shadows. the background is light orange. They are shown from the thigh up, walking together. Hayner, on the left, looks at the others with a light smile on his face, he is holding a struggle bat over his shoulder. Pence, in the middle, smiles widely at olette, his left arm held at stomach height. Olette, on the right, lightly elbows Pence, winking with a wide smile. Pence and hayner wear earrings and studs respectively, while olette has a bridge piercing. /End ID.]

[natslilcorner]

DadMight and Izuku (hit by a age/body regressing quirk) AU (part 4)

(i'm not a writer and English is my third language, this is just a brainrot i had to get out lol)

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When Mitsuki decided that morning to go shopping at the mall, last thing she imagined was seeing her high school best friend Inko and Toshinori- he’s-not-my-boyfriend-Mitsuki!!- Yagi  standing in front of a toy store. But that’s not really the surprising part. What made Mitsuki stop in her tracks was a very familiar someone sitting on top of the former Number One Hero’s shoulders. Someone that Mitsuki remember being a bit older in the present time, and not a toddler. Oh did she miss Izuku’s chubby cheeks though.

Suddenly Mitsuki grins and runs towards the trio waving her hand “Ohiii Inko! Good morning!”.

Both the adults quickly turn towards the voice and Inko smiles recognizing her friend. “Mitsuki! Good morning to you as well!”

Mitsuki lets Inko greet her with a hug and then nods her head to Toshinori, who nods back to her.

“Auntie!” Mitsuki raises her eyes and sees little Izuku jumping up and down on Toshinori’s shoulders, making the man hold tighter on his legs so he doesn’t fall off.

“Look who it is! Izuku, you look WAY younger since last time I saw you. You have to tell me your secret.” She says making the toddler giggle.

Inko quickly apologises and explains their little situation to her. Mitsuki hums and standing up on her toes ruffles Izuku’s hair.

“As if my kid would tell me about something like this. Usually I get my updates about Katsuki from Izuku, now I understand why he didn’t reply to my last message yesterday. Well I’m glad it’s nothing bad.”

Inko nods and looks fondly at her kid. “Imagine if also Katsuki got affected by this quirk. It would’ve been nice to see them both as babies-“ Mitsuki laugh loudly.

“Fuck NO. I’m so glad my spawn didn’t get involved in this. I no longer have the patience I once had to deal again with his tantrums. I would’ve left him at UA and let his teacher deal with his ass.” She keeps laughing making Inko sigh. “Izuku though? He was always a sweetheart. If you want me to babysit I’m down. Although from the looks of it, you BOTH look to be dealing with it well.” Mitsuki grins raising her eyebrow at the men next to them. Both Inko and Yagi blush making the blonde woman laugh even harder.

“Soooo. Family shopping?” She asks. Inko was waving her hand in front of her face trying to cool down her rosy cheeks. “Y-Yes.. we don’t know exactly when Izuku will go back to normal and staying inside the house was making Izuku cranky. Also we need some clothes and things for him.”

“I see I see.” Mitsuki nods and grins. “Yagi-san, I see you have been escorting them.” She puts her hand on her hip and looks up at the man. Toshinori’s back straights up and looks at the blonde woman in front of him. “Y-Yes m’am. I thought that because of Young Midoriya’s delicate situation it would’ve been good to have someone look out for them.”

“Yeah? Surely it’s not becaus-���

“Auntie! Auntiee! Look what Toshi-san gifted me!” Izuku starts climbing on top of Toshinori’s head to show off his new All Might plushie to Mitsuki. “Young Midoriya please don’t do that, you will fall off!” Izuku doesn’t listen to the man so Toshinori had to grab onto the little backpack that the kid was wearing to make sure Izuku didn’t fall off.

“Oh my. How kind of Yagi-san, isn’t it Izuku?” The toddler starts nodding and puts the plushie in the middle of Toshinori’s head, letting it’s little legs dangle on top of the man’s eyebrows. “Yes! Toshi-san and Mama have been playing with me all day yesterday! We played pretend and then hide and seek and then we watched some movies!”

“Reeaaallyy?” Mitsuki looks back at Inko and grins.

Inko looks away from her friend’s amused eyes. She told Mitsuki about her situationship with Toshinori and since then the blonde has been enjoying teasing her about it. She enjoyed the telenovela, as she would always call it. Inko knew she didn’t mean it in a bad way, Mitsuki was incredibly supportive of her and truly wished the best for Inko and Yagi. She would often say how she deserved someone who would really love her, and that Yagi was perfect for her.

Inko looks back at her friend currently grinning at her. “M-Mitsuki whatever you are thinking, stop.” She warns, but the only reply she gets is one of her friends mischievous laughs. “I’m not doing anything! Anyway how about we get something to eat. My treat! Izuku do you want pancakes? I know a really good store here!” Izuku starts jumping again on Toshinori’s shoulders chanting pancakes over and over again. Both Inko and Toshinori sigh.

They all follow Mitsuki to a cafè and order pancakes and some ice cream. Izuku is overjoyed filling his mouth with food and syrup.

“Izuku slow down, you are going to choke on your food!” Inko scolds him while Toshinori takes a tissue and cleans the toddler’s face from all the syrup.

Mitsuki looks at the trio and smiles fondly. Toshinori Yagi was really a good addition to their little family. Oh she couldn’t WAIT to get home and tell all the new gossip to Masaru.

For now she might as well have a little fun with it. Mitsuki grins.

“Yagi-san I didn’t know you were that good with toddlers. I know you are a teacher but teenagers and kids this small are pretty different.” Mitsuki bends her arm on the table and puts her chin on her palm.

“Me? Oh no no, I’m flattered but I honestly don’t even know what I’m doing.” He laughs. “Inko-san has been extremely helpful teaching me, but I still have a lot to learn. All I can do is support her and play with Young Midoriya when he asks.” Toshinori smiles down at the kid in question, who smiles back at him with his mouth full of pancakes.

“That’s not true, Toshinori-san! Don’t undervalue your help like that.” Inko puts her hand on his arm. “So don’t sell yourself short. For someone with zero experience as a parent, you’ve been incredible with Izuku.”

Mitsuki sees the man blushing all flustered and giggles at the scene. They are so easy to mess with.

“Izuku looks comfortable with you, so you must be doing something right, Yagi-san.” She reassures him. “I mean I guess this is good practice in case... you know.” She winks at them.

Both Inko and Toshinori stop eating to look at her.

“Huh?” Inko breaks the silence. “What do you mean?” The smaller woman tilts her head to the side frowning. She looks to the side and locks eyes with Toshinori who looks at her as much confused. Suddenly both their faces turn red, and Toshinori starts coughing while Inko waves her hands around flustered.

“Mitsuki!! What is wrong with youuu!!” Inko grabs her friend’s arm shaking her, Mitsuki burst out laughing.

Izuku looks at his mum and Toshinori confused. “Mama? Are you okay?” Inko looks down at her son still with an evident blush on her cheeks. “Y-Yes honey! Auntie Mitsuki is just pulling a prank on your mum and Toshinori-san.” Izuku tilts his head and looks at his auntie who simply grins in return.

Inko and Toshinori calm down after a bit and Mitsuki doesn’t make fun of them anymore. They all finish eating and leave the store together, Izuku holding both Inko’s and Toshinori’s hand giggling whenever the adults pick him up letting him dangle between them.

“Alright it was fun while it lasted, thanks for the entertainment.” She laughs at Inko’s scowling face and then kneels in front of Izuku. “It was such a good surprise seeing you like this Izuku.” She puts her hand on Izuku’s cheek and smiles genuinely. “Be good for your Mum and Yagi-san, alright kiddo?” Izuku nods then raises his hand and delicately pushes his fingerpad against Mitsuki’s spiky hair giggling whenever it bounces back straight.

She laughs and ruffles Izuku’s hair making the kid giggle even more. Mitsuki would be lying if she didn’t missed this. Katsuki was handful as a kid but after spending the last hours with the trio she would be lying if she didn’t missed having a kid attached to her hip.

“Alright!” Mitsuki says standing up. “I’m going now. It was nice seeing you all!” They all say goodbye and Mitsuki leaves.

Inko watches her friend leaving and sighs. She’s glad that Mitsuki was tamer than her usual self but still... She looks up at Yagi and smiles apologetically. “I’m so sorry Toshinori-san. Sometimes Mitsuki can be a bit...too much. I hope she didn’t upset you or anything.” She bows and Toshinori start panicking putting his free hand on her shoulder. “It’s ok Inko-san! I’m not upset or anything, it just.. caught me off guard that’s it.” He laughs rubbing his neck with a small blush on his cheeks.

Izuku looks up at both the adults and frowns not understanding why his Mum and Toshi-san were all red in  face. His confusion lasts short as soon as he notices a stand stall in a corner of the mall. He recognize it being one of those game stands where you play a game and win a prize, he has played one of those before and even won!

Izuku’s eyes fill with excitement and starts pulling both the adults towards it. “Look! Can I play?? Pleeeeeaseee. Please! Please! Please!” Izuku starts jumping pulling down each time both his Mum and Toshi-san, making them almost lose balance.

“Izuku, please calm down or you will make us fall!” Inko says amused and as soon as her kid calms down she looks up at the stall in front of them. It’s one of those where you pay and get a couple of balls to throw against cans to make them fall. “Izuku you already got a toy today. How about we come back another day, mh?”

But Izuku wasn’t listening to his Mum, his eyes were fixed on a particular plushie. Izuku in the past days spent so much time learning about all the new... the future heroes with Toshinori-san. So when he saw a Gang Orca plushie his interest immediately focused on that. Something Toshinori immediately noticed.

“Cmon Inko-san. One more toy won’t do harm.” He smiles down at her and looks at the man of the stall. “We’d like to play, thank you!” Izuku immediately starts jumping in place excited while Inko sighs and smiles.

“Can I try? I want to win Gang Orca!!!” Izuku grabs onto Toshinori’s shirt while jumping. The man smiles at the kid. “Of course, Young Midoriya! Just be careful.” Toshinori pays for a couple of rounds and both the adults sit down on a bench watching fondly the kid attempting to make some cans fall.

After a bit they see Izuku coming back to them with a frown on his face. Inko immediately straightens up and takes his hands as soon as he gets close. “Izuku? What’s wrong?” Izuku keeps his head low, with his chin touching his chest.

“Young Midoriya?” Toshinori puts his hand on top of the boy’s curls, a worried expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, I lost...” The adults look at each other and sigh.

“Izuku. Look up for me, baby.” Inko puts her hands on his cheeks raising his head. “I’m sorry you didn’t win the plushie you wanted. These games are hard even for adults! Hitting such a small target-“ Izuku quickly shakes his head.

“But I did hit some! They didn’t fall though, and the mister working there simply laughed and told me to try again and ask... you to pay for more rounds. But I don’t want to waste your money...”

Toshinori frowns and looks at the stall.

“Oh Izuku..” Inko’s glossy eyes match her kids and hugs him tightly. “And do not worry about the money, okay? I know when you were younger.. I mean right now you think that we are still struggling, but we are doing so much better.” She wipes with her thumb the tears from Izuku’s eyes. “I don’t think I told you but I got my University degree, you know the one you saw me study for.” She winks making the kid giggle.

“Really?? That’s so cool Mum!” While Inko cheers up Izuku, Toshinori stands up from the bench and walks towards the stall.

Toshinori looks down at the owner stall and then up to the cans positioned on the various shelves. Ahh.. of course. The oldest trick in the world. The retired hero smiles down at the stall owner and puts down on the table a couple of bills.  

Inko pushes Izuku’s hair back while the kid info dumps on her about heroes. He calmed down quickly and doesn’t look bothered by losing at the stall anymore.

“Mama! We need to watch that movie Toshi-san told me abou-“ Izuku stops rambling as soon as he feels pressure on top of his head. He raises his little arms and touches on top of his head feeling a soft material sitting on top of him.

“You got it????!!”

In front of the mother and son stands Toshinori holding two big plushies. One of Gang Orca and one of a simple golden bunny. As soon as Izuku notices the plushie from the stall he jumps off the bench and takes the plushie hugging it tighly.

“Oh my. Toshinori-san you didn’t..” Inko covers her mouth amused looking down at her even happier than before kid.

“Eh it’s ok. Young Midoriya behaved very well these days, he deserves it.” Toshinori ruffles Izuku’s hair.

“Oh by the way...” A blush pops on the man’s cheeks. “This one is for you, Inko-san. It’s pretty dumb and childish but  I hope you appreciate it anyway. But if you don’t that’s okay! Don’t wanna pressure you or anyth-“ Inko’s giggle interrupts the man’s rambling. She stands up and takes the plushie from Toshinori, her face red matching just like the man’s.

“Thank you. This is really cute, Toshinori-san... oh my it’s so warm in here.” She starts waving her hand in front of her face attempting to cool her blush down. “Izuku what do we say?” Inko looks down at her son attempting to distract herself.

Izuku gasps and runs towards Toshinori hugging his legs tightly. “Thank you, Toshi-san!!!! How did you win???” Toshinori laughs and ruffles Izuku’s hair. “How about I tell you in the car while we go back home?” The toddler start nodding vigorously making both the adults laugh.

The group leave the mall and drive towards the Midoriya’s household. At some point of the drive Izuku fell asleep, so Toshinori had to carry him and split some bags with Inko to carry into the apartment.

Once settled home Toshinori took Izuku to his bedroom leaving the kid to nap. They spent the whole morning out so he didn’t blame the kid to be tired.

Izuku’s nose itches. He scrunches it trying to make the itch go away but unfortunately it doesn’t work. He slowly opens his eyes and notices the cause of the itch. Gang Orca’s plush fur has been tickling his nose making the kid wake up. Izuku yawns stretching a bit.

He looks towards the window and sees light coming through, it was still day then. Izuku sits down on the bed letting out another yawn, when he hears them. Giggles. Were his Mama and Toshi-san playing without him?

Izuku jumps off his bed and walks towards the door. He silently opens it and pokes his head out in the hallway. Looking to his left he sees his mum and the man who has been playing with them the past days in the kitchen.

Inko has her hands on top of the taller man’s chest, while Toshinori’s were on her hips. They were dancing in circles around the kitchen table, both of them laughing happily. Izuku recognises the song playing from the tv, it was a yoghurt tv commercial that played that silly song.

Izuku smiles and covers his mouth to silence his giggles when he sees his mum accidentally stepping on Toshi-san’s toes. Then the commercial ends and they both stand still catching their breath from the dancing and laughing. Izuku puts his feet out of his room ready to join the duo when he sees his mum putting her hand on Toshi-san’s cheek and pulling him down towards her. Izuku gasps when the adults finally reach each other and kiss.

Oh.

Inko looked at the man in front of her. It was weird to love someone again after her last relationship ended so bad. At the beginning she was terrified. Bearing lots of insecurities, trauma and anxiety caused by so many events.

But Toshinori was so easy to love. It took her a while, and a couple months of therapy, to accept her feelings. Ever more to accept Toshinori’s unique courting. The man having no idea what to do , lacking a lot of experience about romance. Inko thought his attempts of flirting were the cutest thing ever, not because they were silly or very i-read-it-in-a-book-ish. But because she saw how much he tried and cared, all that for her.

Inko raises her hand and puts it on Toshinori’s cheek brushing it lovingly. Whenever he looked at her with so much fondness and care her eyes would always tear up. She truly wonders what did she do for such a blessing.

She delicately guides Toshinori’s face towards her, who immediately catches on and with a matching blush on their cheeks, they kiss. It’s simply a peck on the lips, but it’s enough to make both adult’s stomachs explode with butterflies. 

They hear a gasp and a door closing delicately. Toshinori’s back straightens and looks towards the hallway.

“Oh my...” Inko covers her mouth embarrassed and looks up at Toshinori who drops his hands from her hips and scratches his neck, red just like his face.

“Do you think he... saw us? I’m so sorry Inko-san I should’ve been more careful-“ Inko puts her hand on his arm and shakes her head. “No, it’s not your fault. I should’ve been....” She sighs and looks towards the hallway where her child’s bedroom door stays closed. Their... situationship wasn’t anything official. Both adults too scared to give it a name. They didn’t even tell anything to Izuku... the older one. Oh boy this was going to be... something.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” Inko smiles at the man next to her and walks towards the bedroom door. She takes a deep breath and enters.

“Izuku? Baby?” She looks at all the toys scattered on the floor and frowns. Putting that thought aside she looks at her kid, sitting on the floor with his back resting on the side of the bed. In his hands the plushie Toshinori won him a couple of hours earlier.

She forces a smile on her face and approaches Izuku. “Did you sleep well, Izuku? Are you hungry?” Izuku shakes his head and keeps playing with Gang Orca the plushie’s hands. Inko sighs and using the bed as support she sits down next to the boy. Getting up will be annoying, but that’s a problem for future Inko.

“What... uhm... what are you thinking about?” She pulls Izuku’s hair behind his ear.

“Mhh.” Izuku shrugs his shoulders off and keeps his eyes on the plushie.

“Okay... how about we go question to question, mh? I ask you a question and you ask me one. Do not feel embarrassed or scared ok?” Izuku looks at his mum and nods. Inko sighs and smiles.

“OK, I’ll go first. Izuku, are you upset?” The toddler hides his face in the plushie’s belly and shakes his head. Inko mentally takes a sigh of relief, both glad that her kid is not upset and that he is replying to her.

“What would you like to ask me Izuku?” The boy hums and peaks up from his plushie looking at his mum. He look at her for what feels like minutes, and then looks towards the door of his room.

“Where is Toshi-san?” He asks. Inko blushes a bit and starts nervously playing with a strand of her hair.

“Uhm, he is in the kitchen! Do... do you want me to call him?” Izuku nods and with a sigh Inko puts her hand on the bed using it as support to stand up. After a couple of attempts and multiple bone cracking sounds, Inko drops back on the floor with a scoff.

“...Mama are you okay?”

“Yes, baby.” She says with a pained groan. “Could you please cover your ears for a second? Mama has to shout.” Izuku quickly covers his ears and Inko takes a deep breath.

“TOSHIN-“ The door slams open and a worried looking Toshinori enter the room.

“Are you both okay?? Is anyone injur-“

“Everything is ok, Toshinori-san.” Inko smiles up at him. “Izuku wanted you to be here as well while we were talking.” The man looks down at both the Midoriyas a bit nervous.

“Oh! Yes... I will take a seat then.”

“Not on the floor, trust me.” Inko says with a pained expression. Toshinori nods sympathetically and sits on the bed next to Izuku.

Awkward silence fills the room once again, and both the adults look at eachother.

“Ok Izuku, we are all here. Uhm... do you want to continue with the question game or-“ Izuku quickly stands up and runs towards the shelf where all his toys were sitting. He picks up an All Might figure and sits down on the carpet starting to play with it. Toshinori looks fondly at the boy making All Might fly on top of Gang Orca. He feels eyes on himself and notices Inko staring at him with her arms crossed. Right- the conversation.

“Young Midoriya- I understand this can be.. a lot, to process. Uhm. I think it’s important we have this conversation. We can play lat-“

“Why did you and Mama kissed?” Izuku asks, and toy All Might suddenly is climbing the bookshelf next to him to rescue plushie Gang Orca currently stuck on a higher shelf.

“....”

“........”

A matching blush appear on both the adult’s faces.

“R-Right... straight to the point I see.” Toshinori looks at Inko hoping she would take lead of the conversation. She rolls her eyes and takes a breath.

“You see Izuku... for the past couple of months your mum and Toshinori-san has been... trying to know each other a bit more. Just two grownups spending some time together.” Izuku frowns but doesn’t stop playing.

“I know this must be a bit confusing for you to understand, because how young you are. Uhm... Toshinori-san has become a close friend to our family for a couple of years now. He cares about you a lot, you know.” She smiles when Izuku raises his eyes to watch his mum.

“Does that mean dad won’t come back?” The question shocked her and Inko realized how actually confusing it must be for her son. Older Izuku knows the history of his dad and what he did, but the Izuku in front of her doesn’t yet. When her son was younger she would often lie about his dad whereabouts.

Inko opens her arms and Izuku runs into her hug. She kisses his head and puts her chin on his head.

“I’m sorry Izuku. I should’ve been more careful.. so much has happened since you were this small. But you don’t know it yet. To answer your question... no. He won’t come back. And I’m sorry on his behalf for disappointing you.” She feels Toshinori’s hand squeezing her shoulder, and she is so glad to have him supporting her in this situation.

Izuku hums and hides his face in his mum’s chest hugging back.

“Does that mean you are not sad anymore?”

“....no, baby. I am not sad anymore. I haven’t been sad for lots of years. Gosh you are such a smart boy.” Her eyes wells up but she doesn’t let the tears fall. “If anything I am the happiest now. I have a wonderful and kind son, I finished my studies and have a good job... and I got blessed with a kind and thoughtful uhm..” The word remains stuck in her throat. Calling Toshinori her boyfriend. As much as it would be accurate she didn’t think it fit them considering their age.

Izuku leans back looking up first at his mum and then at the man sitting next to them.

“Mhhhhhh Kacchan once said that grownups kiss people they love. Like auntie Mitsuki and uncle Masaru... Toshi-saaan do you love my Mama?”

Toshinori’s face blows up red at the question.

“I-I...” He looks down at Inko who has hidden her also red face behind her hand. Then he looks at the boy sitting on her legs and straightens his back up.

“Yes, Young Midoriya. I love your mum a lot. She is...” Toshinori’s and Inko’s eye lock. “...extraordinary. Smart. Patient. Kind. Beautiful. Every moment I spend time with her I feel like the happiest man on this planet. You both are a gift that I will be always grateful for and that I will treasure forever if you let me.”

Inko’s tears finally fall and she moves her hand to put it on top of Toshinori’s, still placed on her shoulder.

“Toshinori-san... I feel the same. I-I was over thinking because of our ages and all, thinking it would be silly to call myself a girlfriend like some teenager...-“

“Then be my partner of life. I feel the same about the girlfriend and boyfriend thing-“ he laughs. “But if you’ll have me, it would be a honour to call you my life partner Inko-san.”

“Yes, please. I’d love to.”

Toshinori raises his hand and uses his thumb to dry the tears stuck on Inko’s eyelashes.

“Are you gonna kiss again??” Izuku asks tilting his head to the side watching them. They both giggle and Inko pulls Izuku into another hug.

“No, we won’t.” She pats her son’s head. “...What are you thinking about, Izuku?” Izuku hums and stares at Toshinori who simply smiles nervously.

“I... like Toshi-san. He is nice.. and he makes you happy, so I am happy. Also he plays a lot with me and even bought me Gang Orca!” He shoves the plushie into Inko’s face making her laugh. “ I like when Toshi-san tells me bed time story. He tells them better than you Mama, sorry.”

“Is that so... well I guess my career as bedtime storyteller is over huh.”

“Yes it is, Mama. But it’s ok because Toshi-san doesn’t know how to make pancakes, and that is a problem.”

Both Inko and Toshinori snort at the seriousness of their kid.

“He is right, I am terrible at making pancakes. I’m so sorry Young Midoriya, I will try to get better.” He plays along with the toddler.

Izuku nods and stands up going back to pick up the All Might toy left on the shelf. He runs back to Toshinori and gives him the toy, who takes it no questions asked.

“Ok... before I go make dinner... do you have any questions Izuku?” 

Izuku frowns down at his plushie and nervously starts brushing with his thumbs its soft head. The sudden change in demeanour in the boy worried a bit the adults.

“If you love my Mama.. and my Mama loves you.... does that mean that you can be my dad now?”

Inko covers her mouth with her hands and her eyes well up once again. Toshinori on the other hand... is completely speechless. Izuku noticing the reaction quickly lowers his head hiding his face in the plushie’s belly.

Toshinori stands up from the bed and kneels in front of the boy putting delicately his hands on his forearms.

“Young...Izuku. Can you please look at me?” Izuku shakes his head. Toshinori continues. “Ok.. that’s fine. I want to ask though.. would you be ok.. with me being a d-dad for you? You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want. I understand if you wouldn’t feel comfortable considering you’ve know me for a couple of days and all, I don’t want to impose anything. Just because me and your mother are in a relationship doesn’t mean you have consider me as-“

Inko delicately slaps his shoulder. “You are rambling dear.”

“Oh...sorry. Thanks. What I want to say... is that I care for you so much and I want you to feel comfortable. I will respect whatever decision you chose, okay?” He smiles when Izuku slowly raises his head and Toshinori can’t help to put one of his hands on the side of the boy’s head, pulling his curly hair back a bit.

“...can I call you Papa?” Izuku asks quietly and Toshinori finally breaks pulling his boy into a hug and letting the tears fall down.

“Of course, my boy. Thank you SO so much.” Toshinori says with a shaky voice and hides his face into Izuku’s curls never stopping thanking him. They hug for what it feels like hours, but eventually the toddler’s hyperactivity takes over and pushes away taking the All Might toy putting it back into Toshinori’s hand.

“Can we play now?? You can play with All Might! We can go to the living room!!” Izuku picks up another hero figurine, this time Present Mic’s and runs to the door. “C’mon! Present Mic is stuck on the Great Sofa Mountain! We have to rescue him! Let’s go Papa!” Izuku leaves the room.

If this is all a dream Toshinori hopes he is in a coma and that he will never wake up.

“I’m so happy.” Says Inko staring at the open door where Izuku just left. “Don’t tell Izuku but I’m gonna miss it when he goes back as a teenager.” Toshinori laughs.

“Honestly.. same. But I’m glad for this opportunity. And, I think we should tell him when he comes back.”

“Yeah. Somehow I think it will be even more nerve-racking that this.” They both nod.

“.... I’m sorry for ruining the moment but could you help me stand up? My leg fell asleep.”

Carefully Toshinori helps Inko getting up from the floor, both laughing. Once they are both standing they go towards the door, but before Inko manages to leave Toshinori quickly closes the door in front of her and leans down kissing her. “I love you.” Toshinori says against her lips.

“I love you too.” She catches his lips once again and puts her hands on his chest.

“Mamaaaaa- Papaaaaaaaaaaa- Present Mic fell behind the couch!” They hear screaming from the living room and start giggling. “We are coming! Do not move the couch by yourself!” Inko screams back and moves away from her partner.

“It was nice while it lasted.” Toshinori laughs and opens the door. Inko puts her hand on his shoulder and pulls him down so she can whisper in his ear.

“We will continue later don’t worry.” She winks and runs away blushing.

“.....”

Toshinori really was the luckiest man on the planet.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

>PART 4<

[noctlas332]

day 15 except i got busy with school and wasnt able to draw and had to get caught up so i drew it way later but i got caugh tup so whatever,,,

[equalperson]

I fucking hate being traumatized because why am I bawling the hardest I've bawled in god-knows-how-long because someone I didn't even like that much berated Me. gasping wailing trembling and snotting over this for several minutes.

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[aaaaaaaaagenloser]

(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren���t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

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Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

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hi update things are fucking terrible and my eyes hurt from sobbing. lol

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Simon Riley who after coming back to his flat (courtesy of the government) from his first deployment as 'Ghost', finds a momma cat yowling and crying. She's hurt and has four kittens tucked into her side. Simon takes them to the vet only to be informed that only one kitten survived and the momma is dead.

So he raises the kitten. Bhe bottle feeds it every two hours, keeps it warm and safe inside a box with a heating pad and a hoodie of his. He's sure that it'll die but he keeps trying anyways with the heart wrenching hope that he's wrong.

The kitten pulls through.

Now six years later, he has a sassy sphynx cat who cries and meows whenever she isn't fed on time. When his usual pet sitter bails on him just days before his next deployment, he scrambles. He never knows how long he'll be gone and that's an issue with pet hotels. He has to find someone trust worthy and capable of caring for his darling pet.

Then he meets you by pure coincidence. Ruthie had slipped between his legs on his way out to grab some more of the wet cat food she liked then made a bee line right towards you. She meowed and meowed until you crouched down to pet her. Simon swears he had never heard her purr that loudly before.

You smile up at him and comment on how he has a sweet cat (he doesn't. Ruthie knocks everything over and has broken so many mugs, plates and cracked so many screens he owns plastic versions of everything plus keeps his phone on him at all times). Simon says something about trying to find a pet sitter to you and immediately realizes what he said when you smile. "I can keep an eye on her for you. She seems like a sweetie." You coo and gently scratch under her chin. Traitor, it took him weeks to get her to let him do that. But how can he say no when she's already taken a liking to you.