#and she'd be like 'oh that's cool. i got a job so No thanks'

[th3e-m4ng0]

"primus' prized paper weight" got me laughing from the og ask... orion probably said that to the matrix, she's sassy and tried with life... and the matrix is probably like "whose is this sassy, small child and why is she so mean?"

then boom magical girk glow up and now orion is sassy and confused but she's 8 feet taller

the matrix would be Offended i think, like 'dude i'm trying to grant you powers :('

[daenysx]

hi! could you write something for dad!aemond where alyssa watches a horror film for the first time and wakes him up in the middle of the night bc of a nightmare? thank u already, i love your writing and your modern!aemond stuff so much <3

thank you, angel ♡ i hope you enjoy

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

"wake up." someone whispers to aemond's ear. it's definitely not you, it takes him a few seconds to process a sound coming from his blindside.

"dad, wake up."

oh, there she is. aemond blinks his eye open and the sight of his daughter's silver hair in two frizzy braids welcomes him. she doesn't do that usually, coming into her parents' room in the middle of the night. she's almost 7, claims she's a big girl to get through the nights herself.

"what's wrong?" aemond asks, sleep dripping from his voice. he holds your hand as you reach for him in your rest. "what happened?"

"i can't sleep." alyssa says, softly. her eyes look huge under the moonlight.

aemond sits on bed carefully to not wake you up. he reaches for his girl. "do you want some milk, baby?"

"please." alyssa leans against his legs. "chocolate milk."

"we have to be silent, okay? mommy and aelyx are still sleeping."

alyssa holds her dad's hand as they walk to the kitchen in the darkness. the kitchen lights bother aemond's eye for a brief moment and then he gets to take in the sight of his daughter as she clings onto him.

"up you go." aemond lifts her so that she can sit on the counter. it's her favorite thing to do in the kitchen, sitting there as she watches her parents cook. he heats up a glass of milk quickly, stirring the chocolate mix alyssa likes into it. she doesn't say anything, which is a bit unusual. she'd definitely ask for more chocolate normally. aemond tries to keep his face cool.

he gives her the chocolate milk in her favorite glass, the one with winnie the pooh picture on it. she accepts it with a small thank you, drinking it in silence as aemond cleans up the little mess he made.

he catches alyssa's gaze on him as if she wants to say something. he waits for her, doesn't try to get the words out of her mouth. she takes her time, though, her sips get lingered as much as they can.

at the end, she has no choice but finishing the milk. she gives her glass to aemond, her pretty eyes watching the floor. aemond stands in front of her, holding her small hand and rubbing his thumb on the back of it.

"i had a nightmare." she starts saying. aemond nods first. "do you wanna tell me about it?" he asks.

"it was- about this movie i saw with gracie today." alyssa explains but she still seems hesitant. "her brother told her the name of the movie and she showed me some of it."

"okay." aemond whispers, his hand still holding hers. "what was it about?"

"um- it was a horror movie, dad." she finally says. "i didn't like it, i couldn't understand what was it about, really, but i'm- i saw the scenes of it in my nightmare."

her eyes fill with slow tears and aemond loses his mind just a bit right there. it always happens when she tears up. he quickly hugs her, her arms wrapping around his waist as much as she can.

"it's okay." he says, his thumb drying up the tears. "don't cry, baby, it's okay."

"i don't want to be a coward."

"you're not a coward just because you didn't like a horror movie." he says, softly. she's too much like his young self. "you don't have to enjoy everything you see."

"but gracie's brother was saying his friend is a coward because he got scared."

"i think gracie's brother is wrong." he does a good job being cool with a kid's ideas that clearly upset his girl, right? "many people don't like horror movies, that doesn't make them cowards, right?"

"really?"

"you know," he smiles. "i remember the first time uncle daeron saw a horror movie with us. it wasn't all that bad but he got so scared at night, he insisted to sleep in uncle aegon's bed."

"did he accept it?" alyssa asks, interested in the story.

"yes, actually. they slept in his room that night and after that everything was okay. no one made fun of daeron. well, except aegon of course, but that doesn't count."

finally she stops pouting and puts on a gorgeous, sleepy smile for her father. he takes her in his arms, carrying her to his room. "why don't you sleep in our bed tonight? i'm sure mommy will be happy about it."

alyssa nods, burying her head to aemond's shoulder. he puts her in the middle of the warm bed carefully. you blink your eyes open, trying to understand what's happening. "aemond?"

"we have a guest, sweetheart." aemond fixes the covers for the three of you. you give your girl a sleepy kiss on her cheek. "everything okay?" you ask.

"yes." he answers. "go back to sleep."

alyssa's hand stays still in her daddy's palm. if the monsters in the movie come looking for her, he will fight them off.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

Mileesss

They’re in the same highschool and have a crush on each other.

She was the second highest in her class, overachiever, but there was someone who was always above her. Miles Fucking Morales. She studied day and night but even then she'd get 99 while he'd get 100. And what really got her was the fact she never saw him study. It vexed her dearly. With his puffy hair, cute chuckle, glimmering eyes, sweet smile- no.

He was always either hanging out with his friends or sketching something in his book. You'd once once saw him with a blonde girl but that was the only girl he'd ever seemed to hang around with and she randomly stopped coming to school and he seemed sadder. Darker.

There was something about him she wanted to figure him out but he didn't even know her name. Even now they were in Math and she could help glancing across at him through her locks pretending to check the time on her phone. It hadn't moved a minute.

He was sketching. She wanted to ask him what he was sketching but couldn't find the words or the confidence. He looked so calm and at peace.

"And the answer is what? Mr. Morales," The teacher, Mr. Quinn had given her a little fright.

"3," he said, not even taking his eyes off his sketch.

"That's completely- wait what?" Mr. Quinn was shocked.

"The answer is 3, right y/n," You felt your stop. You looked at him, his eyes still on his sketch. You scanned the board quickly and nodded.

"Yeah it is," your ears were ringing. You've never heard him say your name before. It was beautiful.

"Good job Mr. Morales," The teacher went on with the lesson. After the class, you went to your locker which was a few rows from Miles'. You were so deep in thought you didn't notice when you bumped into Miles. Your books almosts spilling over.

"Oh hey sorr-” I look up to see Miles. “Miles, hi, sorry,” you try to walk around him but he stops you.

"Hey hold up, wanna hang after school? " Miles asks there's a sort of hope in his eyes, begging you say yes. You'd never seen that before.

"I- uh yeah sure."

So here you were standing in front of Miles house wondering how many times to knock. You raised your hand and hit it once and before you could hit it again the door swung open. Miles stood before you in a faded basketball jersey. There was a random afro comb in his hair, he was probably in the middle of coming his hair.

"Hi."

"Hey." he opens the door wider and ushers you in. "Do you like tacos? They're spicy."

"Yes please." you say as he hands you a plate, you realise how much his house smells like him and with the taco just added to it. Unbeknownst to you he was watching you eat. He liked how you weren't all careful and how you even asked for more, his mom was in the corner nodding her head.

You both played video games in his room, and you passed out later on Miles shoulder. When you woke up you were wrapped in a blanket, Miles' back to you. His headphones in, drawing something. You got out of the bed and giggled at how dorky he looks. the cool black boy in your class you made you blush in chemistry. You looked over his shoulder, met with a pen sketch of you! Your breathe on his neck brought him back and he turned.

"Hi-i"

"Hello." you say as you grab the book flipping through it. He tries to stop you but you get out of his grasp skimming through, you see sketches of that blond girl the name Gwen beneath them, above them or behind her with random spiderman stuff around her, you almost give him back the book till you reach the other half of the notebook which is just you. Smiling, laughing, mad, all of it.

"Miles…" you pause staring at yourself. "These are really good, you're so talented."

"Thanks, I- erm, you're a great er- muse and I- lik- admire er- yea I"

"It's getting a little dark. I should go…" Miles looks like he just died inside, for a second you lose your mind and kiss his cheek. "I had fun Morales, hope you're not letting me walk back alone."

"I'll take you home." you smile and follow him out of his room, outside it chilly. You fold your arms and he tosses you his jacket.

"I don't want you freezing on your way home." your heart is in your ears.

He walks you home and waits for the lights in your room to turn on before leaving. You wave at him through your window. He waves back He's in love.

[rory-multifandom-mess]

Fellow Thad kisser, thoughts on every Thad ship with every major plot relevant character?

OMG FELLOW THAD KISSER YAAAY. Ok

Thuzi - INCREDIBLY CUTE. I really really like how different their vibes are, but they work so well too. Popular Jock x Outcast Emo Girl. It's just so good and awesome and technically could've been canon too, which I think makes it better! Thad is such a genuine and nice guy too, so I think he'd help her come out of her shell too. He'd also def be protective over her in the way that like... If she was getting teased he'd so intervene, no matter if that made him "less cool" or whatever. And she would scold him for getting himself hurt during football games

Vhad - YES YES YES YE SYE YS. THIS SHIP IS EVERYTHING. I cannot put into words how much I adore this ship dude. She like picks him up and is like "You're cute. Mine now" And he's like "Oh! Okay!" Like he cannot fight back. And it provides good angst too because Thad and N are so alike right, what if Solver does what it did to N to Thad, just because V was getting distracted from her job y'know? DELICIOUSSSSS. Also it's just really cute. It's okay V he's into danger

Than/Nhad/Wheat Thins - This ship is actually super silly to me, because they're both golden retrievers at heart, N is just more excitable than Thad is, but I still think they would work well together. Thad would fluster N to hell and back by flirting and N would be especially cuddly. Also them playing with each other's hair. Thad teaching N football. And then also N protecting Thad from stuff and Thad is just :0 damn thats hot. Love it

Jhad - Not sure if this counts because it's J but I think it is considering how big of a role she played in Episode 8 but anyway. I JUST GOT INTO THIS SHIP AND IT IS EVERYTHING TO ME. JUST. The idea of this goofy fucking jock boy helping a very uptight, Worker Drone hating Disassembly Drone to relax and unwind is just everything to me. And the idea that like, maybe Thad reminds her of Tessa, and that hurts her for a while, but it helps her to mourn and grieve and learn to accept that she's gone. Like obviously I don't know if she'd get over Tessa but I'm WAILING !!!!!! DUDE THE SHIP COULD BE SO GOOD. We need more Jhadders man

Thank you for the ask this was fun to do. I love screaming about stuff. Let me know if you think I was missing anything

[aingeal98]

Hi, so I was reading some of your Stephanie Brown meta & kudos, serious props yours is excellent. I also noticed you seem to be among those who picked up on the worrying undercurrent of Stephanie's relationships with older men. So double kudos for that.

Especially as its one of those things that tends to get glossed over in fandom & I am unsure at times if some writers even grasped what they were doing. Though that may say more about how girls tend to be treated/viewed as adults rather than children, teenagers or victims, save when its convenient to judge them as such.

Sorry not sure where I am going with this, but I think your stance it from that "Five ships that won't happen" section of the Steph ask as well thought out and covered a lot, so third kudos just for tackling that heavy topic so deftly and efficiently.

Ah thank you! Stephanie's relationship with men is so fascinating to me because she's been hurt so many times and the dissonance between her canon and fanon versions are pretty grim yet interesting. Like in early canon she was the Faith to Ariana's Buffy, the Veronica to the Bettys that were Tim's other love interests at the time. And various writers had various ideas about why she was the way she was, a common theme being that she had difficult relationships with the men in her life and had been hurt in the past. Be it a villain, a friend of her fathers, Cluemaster himself, or a shitty clearly too old guy named Dean. I don't think it was meant to be a pattern, more likely just individual ideas about trauma Steph suffered in her past that ended up turning into a consistent trait.

So you've got an abusive father, at least two cases of SA that I can remember (her babysitter and Black Mask), a pregnancy with clear subtext that the father was older than her, and the general way Batman treats her.

Not to mention she was a minor when all this happened. Like Steph has so many issues that she deserves the chance to unpack but instead they've just kind of... softened her down. Like her Batgirl run was the first chance she'd gotten to be the actual hero instead of The Girl in a story written by sexists, and she deserved every second of that. There had been too much injustice done to her character and her Batgirl run did a good job at setting the baseline for giving her a decent narrative. But afterwards, the New 52 could have delved more into her psyche instead of leaning into her waffles and sparkles fanon characterization. But because the New 52 is the worst, it didn't. And now here we are.

It's one of the reasons I'd really love to write a story about Steph realising she's bisexual, because I think in some ways her view of men are due to feeling trapped by heterosexuality and the patriarchal society. It's hard to explain fully without going into a whole other meta but the way she reacts to Tim showing her bare minimum decency is heartbreaking. Like yes men are awful and have been awful to her but she still likes them, she's going to settle down and marry one eventually right? She just has to find the right one, and Tim didn't treat her like complete garbage so he might be it for her!

And then for her to realise that no, she doesn't. She can marry a man if she wants to but if she wants romance there's also women... I really think bi Steph could be so much more than a simple "Oh hey I like girls now cool lol." Like it would shake a significant amount of the misogyny she's internalised and directed towards herself, it could alter the view she's taken of the world, and it would allow her to see her past trauma through a different lens, maybe with less subconscious self hatred.

Sorry this turned into a giant ramble haha, but thank you for the ask!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 2

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

"Kam," you tug on Kamlai's arm, "we have to go."

The guy she's with gropes her from behind, grinding on her as she keeps him from tugging up her skirt. She gives you a look. The look. Please.

"Dude," she elbows the spiky-haired pervert, "get off."

He's reluctant until she stomps his toes. She yells at him in Thai, you're not sure what, and sways his arms away from her. You shake your head as you pull her free of his embrace.

"Where's Manda?" She asks with a slur dragging her tongue.

"Dunno," you cling to her, "that weirdo tried to roofie me."

"Huh?" She yells behind you.

"Put something in my drink."

"Ew," she nearly bowls you over as you stop short.

"Yeah, uhhhh," you look around, "where would she–"

"Gross!" She points over your shoulder, "typical."

You follow the direction of her finger to Amanda tangled up, macking on the guy she picked from the lot. Ugh, she really has to be the one and only. You roll your eyes and haul Kam with you as you approach.

"Amanda," you call above the music, "let's go."

She doesn't stop. Doesn't seem to hear you as you latch onto her arm. It's only then she turns her head, the guy's mouth almost continuing its sloppy work on her ear.

"Fuck off!" She shakes free of you and shoos you with the flick of her acrylics.

"Manda," you shout, "we gotta go."

"I'm having fun," she barks back, "you wanna go home, go."

"But–"

"Fuck her," Kam pulls you back. "Look."

You turn with her and look across the room, Cole and the spiky blond staring in your direction, chatting to each other. Shit. You thought the bouncer scared him off.

"But…" you spin to face Kam.

"Nope, not sticking around for her. She got the hot one anyway."

Kam lets go of you and stomps off in her heels, ankles threatening to bend as her arms swing violently. You trail her in a tenous scramble, hands sligthly out to keep from toppling. The flashing lights and the pumping music add to the disarming atmosphere.

The cool night breeze beckons to you through the open door. Kamlai is first out but as you exit, you run into the elbow of an unsuspecting barrier. The same bouncer as before recoils and grumbles.

"Sorry," you smile sheepishly. "You okay?"

He stares at you, his face drowned in shadows, "yeah," he answers dryly, "I'll survive."

You cringe and brush by to catch up with Kam. The glow of her phone lights up her features as her pointed nails tap.

"Calling an uber," she mumbles, "I can't believe Amanda. She's so stupid."

"Mmm," you peek back at the doors. "Maybe we should go back and get her."

"You think she'd help you? She's selfish," Kam sniffs, "remember the school trip to New York?"

"Uh huh," you squint at the dark figure beside the door. You can't tell if he's looking at you but it feels like he is. "I… guess you're right."

"You know I am," she scoffs.

🥂

Just after noon, you wake to the chirp of your phone. You snatch it blindly, rolling over to check the messages. Just Kamlai whining how hungover she is. Mood.

There's a notification that Amanda posted a story. You check it, anxiously, relieved at least to see her alive in the video, though unimpressed at the naked back of the man next to her. If she wants to make Seth jealous, you're sure she's doing a great job.

You get up and get going, the previous night following you around as it rattles in your head and mulches in your stomach. Such a happy birthday, almost drugged and ditched by your supposed bff. And that bouncer… a bit gruff but you can't deny he saved you.

Hmmm. You know exactly how to thank him!

🥂

You walk up to the club. It's not yet open and in the light of day, it's a bit less showy. As you approach, you see a face you recognize. The second bouncer, the pudgy one, yawns as he struts up to the doors.

"Oh, sir, sir," you run forward, your skirt fluttering around your legs, "hi."

He looks at you woth a crooked smirk, "why, hello, darlin'."

"Uh, hello," you reply, "um, I'm looking for your friend."

"Friend?" He frowns.

"Um, yes, the tall one! The other one," you explain poorly, you can't even remember what he looks like.

"Auggy? Ah, well, he should be 'round," he thinks, "didn't think he was seeing anyone."

"Oh, no, no, no," you deny, "I was only hoping to thank him. He really helped me out so I bought some cookies from Marie's…"

"Cookies, you say? I might know where to find him for a price."

"Uh, sure," you open the lid, "snicker doodle?"

He smirks and takes a cookie. He chuckles as he turns on his heel and heads for the door. He elbows it open as he swallows, "hey, Aug, out here."

He lets the door close and you wait on the stoop. You bounce impatiently and after a few minutes, the hinges grind again. You look up as the large man pokes his head out with a dull stare.

"Oh, hi," you keep your smile wide. You didn't notice last night the scars along the right side of his face. A curved ripple around his temple, and several long marks down his cheek and jaw. His eye is completely white and part of his eye brow permanently shorn.

"What?" He snarls.

"Oh, I… you might not remember me, but you uh, you helped me last night so I just wanted to thank you."

He sneers and doesn't react. You open the box and angle it towards him.

"Cookies!"

He stares. Silent.

"Cause you were so nice–"

He steps out completely and you lean away, but don't retreat. He grabs a cookie gruffly and holds it up. He wraps his fist around it and crushes it, letting the crumps rain to the ground.

"I don't want your fucking pity, you bimbo," he slaps the box out of your hands as he looms over you, "so why don't you get the fuck out of here?"

You stand in shock, hands still out as you look at the cookies littered over the pavement. You gape at him and fold your arms over your stomach.

"Why–"

"I said go," he growls, "don't let me see ya back her either."

He steps forward, half a lunge that has you staggering backward. You let out a pathetic squeak as you spin and flit away. You get halfway down the street before you look back over your shoulder.

Wow, he didn't have to be so mean. If he didn't like snickerdoodles, he could just say so.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Hey. Me again. I wanna talk about Sunshine being nervous the first time Logan goes on a mission on a weekend after they start dating

She's a natural worrier, powered by stress, so she doesn't care how invincible Logan claims to be, she'd be biting her nails the whole time. I think Logan would know this and would do his best to prepare her before but it wouldn't do much of course so as a back up he aslso talks to Theo

- "Don't worry, mom, Mr. Logan is the strongest! I once saw him lift a truck, it was so cool. And he's got healing powers and so he pretty much can't die. And he's usually only gone for a couple hours so I'm sure he'll be back real soon. And he told me while he's gone that I'm in charge! So don't worry mom, I'll make sure we're safe until Mr. Logan gets back. He said it's a very important job that only really strong mutants are even allowed to do so I must be really strong, huh mom?"

"You sure are, Bean." Sunshine would pull her hands away from her mouth to hold Theo in her arms and pray he couldn't feel her insane heartbeat as she continued to stress about Logan

- When Logan gets home, he'd find the two asleep on the couch in each other's arms and would silently take them both to bed so they wake up in bed as a family again

I AM MELTING AT THIS OMG LOVE, THIS IS A WONDERFUL IDEAAAA❤️ Thank you so much! ❤️

Oh she would definitely be worried out of her mind! Like, I'm talking biting at her nails, pacing in the room, bouncing her leg whenever she sits down type of worry ❤️ And she's normally very very careful not to do any of that in front of Theo but she couldn't help herself in that situation! ❤️

Logan talking to Theo about it aaaaaa🥰 And him rambling about Logan, he is so his son ❤️

And he told me while he's gone that I'm in charge! So don't worry mom, I'll make sure we're safe until Mr. Logan gets back. He said it's a very important job that only really strong mutants are even allowed to do so I must be really strong, huh mom?" Theo is a cinnamon roll omg❤️ Him being like "I'll keep us safe🥰" ❤️

And Logan telling him only really strong mutants are allowed to do so asdfghjkl I just- 😍

When Logan gets home, he'd find the two asleep on the couch in each other's arms and would silently take them both to bed so they wake up in bed as a family again I AM MELTING❤️

I feel like she would wake up to the happy chatter of Theo coming from the kitchen while Logan prepared breakfast, and she'd go down to the kitchen to hear Theo going like,

"And I did exactly as you said! I mean...nothing really happened but I would protect mommy and myself if it did!"

"Great job bub! Didn't doubt that for a second."

"Because I'm very strong like you said!"

"You are."

"I don't think mommy knows it though."

"How so?"

"She was a little worried."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah because- she tells me not to bite my nails but she does the same when she's worried."

[mamawasatesttube]

So i was just rotating your "Jack drake lives au" in my mind and at the same time remembered those panels of superman shaking hands with Some Fucking Guy (i think he was being a bitch to Lois or smth) and he makes direct unflinching eye contact with the tight lipped smile and his grip is a little too tight to be friendly

Anyways im not saying he hates Jack but i do think Kon off-handedly mentioned the "joke" about his nail polish and Clark went "oh really now?" And didnt forget

So rip Jack at that family dinner night bc not only is Lois waiting for an excuse to obliterate him but Clark is right there with her and if jack thinks that Good Ol Country folk Ma and Pa will back him up then hes in for a surprise lol

oh yeah absolutely!!!! the thing is. literally Nobody likes jack in this au ksjdhfkd like kon and dick absolutely have texted each other to bitch about him, ma openly shakes her head when she hears about how he treats tim (and she WILL speak her mind if he ever tries to shut that sweet boy down in front of her!), cass literally won't speak to him bc he failed the vibe check so bad, etc...

and like. no one is telling tim this. they Know it'll make him feel like he has to defend his dad bc he loves him! but sometimes tim mentions oh he can't join for games this friday night, he and his dad are going on an early morning fishing trip. and cass just meets kon's eyes across the room behind tim's back and rolls her eyes so hard.

but yeah. clark will mostly let lois handle the obliteration with ma's backup as needed bc he knows she's got this. his form of expressing his severe disapproval of jack, his views, and his parenting? supporting tim. thanking him for doing the dishes after dinner, praising his work ethic, ruffling his hair and telling him he did a great job with that case he wrapped up last week, etc. it makes tim go "!!! :D!!!" like that pic of the cat getting patted. tim has always craved approval and affirmation and affection from people around him and he gets it in spades from the kents. and jack sees his son light up and open up around these people way more than he does with him. it's not a good feeling.

it's just tough bc like, tim doesn't want anyone getting mad at jack. but the idea of anyone getting mad at jack on his behalf is also just such a shock to him. he's not used to that. he feels like he has to manage jack and be responsible for him in a lot of ways (if jack says something shitty in front of lois, tim cringes because now jack is gonna get his ass handed to him and feel humiliated, and that's his dad and he was trying to help, and also he feels like it's on him that his dad is being like that. why? oh you know.) (its the unnamed emotional abuse, thats why.)

but also clark and kon watch lois ask tim how his degree is going now that he's in engineering school, and lightly rib him and ask if she can't poach him into investigative journalism instead, because she doesn't usually take interns but she'd make an exception! and tim cocks his head like a dog and says well, maaaybe he'd be down to consider an internship if she's serious? it does sound cool. what are the details? and jack, who barely gets more than one-word answers when he talks to tim about his future, is just kinda seething. heart rate goin up bc hes mad. and kon and clark just exchange extremely amused glances across the kitchen and sip their hot chocolates.

like the tim and jack dynamic is complicated; it'd be a lot easier if the love wasn't so real but it is present. its just that jack is soooo emotionally immature and grounded in Classic American Manhood and ideas of fatherhood. and the fact that tim is growing beyond that and not fitting in the mold he's "supposed" to eats at him. its a tragedy but also we are all pointing and laughing at jack every time superfam make him grind his teeth.

[stars-n-spice]

Silly Squad Alignment Charts

Because I thought it would be fun and silly :)

Find out more about the Silly Squad here!

Of course, have to start with the classic:

Hunter will say they have food at home and it's literally like probably two slices of bread, a bottle of ketchup, and a head of lettuce

Viram KNOWS how to cook so you best be happy to eat her food instead of having Mcdonalds

Khea and Echo it depends on their mood whether they pull up and order a single black coffee before leaving (Echo would never do it if Omega is in the car)

Crosshair doesn't even like their coffee but he does it to be a little shit

Feel like Tech is also kinda in the middle because he'll be like "Technically we have food at home-" but he also needs his caffeine

Phee will ALWAYS pull up to the Mcdonalds, especially when Omega's with her. Then Omega always holds it over Hunter- "Well, PHEE takes ME to Mcdonalds!"

Tay is the definition of a bastard (no seriously)

Phee is bastard (affectionate) but would technically be more of "Badass" than anything

Khea, Crosshair, and Tech are the Bitch Trio and if you put them in a room together they WILL tear each other apart (emotionally most likely but Tech will goad Crosshair and Khea into physically fighting each other while he records)

Majority of the squad is Babey though

Echo is also "Bad Ass" but he could also be a Bitch if he wanted

Hunter is Bastard just because I think it's funny

Dumb Bitch Hunter my beloved <3

Echo is sad dick because he has no dick

I use dumb affectionately with Wrecker (not with Hunter and Tay)

Tech just has big dick energy to me idk

Khea's a sad hoe but she'll never admit to it (the being sad part)

If you've noticed, I really like making fun of Hunter that's why he's there in the dumbass squared category

Wrecker, Khea, and Phee are all smart as fuck but have more fun pretending that they aren't really

Tay is good at pretending that he is smart - he is not

Then of course, Tech, Cross, and Echo are all smartasses

This fit so perfectly I was dying

Hunter is laughing nervously because he's aroace lmao

Omega would be like "Thanks! :D" and just carry on

Jung would most likely do *thumbs up* instead of finger guns though

When you pair up the couples, it's funnier

If Tay said "I know" after Cross told him that he loved him, Crosshair would dump him on the spot

Khea tells Wrecker she loves him for the first time and he short circuits and probably would say something along the lines of "YEET!"

Viram and Echo both have issues and would not be able to comprehend why someone would love them - I'm sure Echo's got insecurities and Viram knows she's a workaholic and therefore difficult to be in a relationship so she apologies in advance

If Phee told Tech she loved him and he went "a horrible decision, really" she'd probably laugh

And of course, who doesn't love Phee? If you don't, get out of here.

Crosshair could care less, he ain't dealing with that shit

Tech would say this ominously as if he's seen the future and knows your death is imminent meanwhile Khea's is more of a - "you probably will because everyone close to me has already died" sort of way :/

I feel like Omega might also be "i'd die for you first" too

Hunter, Viram, and Echo don't want to deal with that shit either, they've already got so much loss, guilt, and other things on their plate

Tay's probably not listening when someone tells him they'd die for him while Phee's like, "Oh, neat. Anyways, as I was saying about my last adventure-"

Jung is ready and willing to put his life on the line and Wrecker would probably more like a "Nu uh" because he's got your back and would look out for you

Phee will also do it for some credits or a cool treasure

Tay is going to fight god (and he's going to lose)

Tech could do so much more than take down the government, but he needs incentives (him and Phee can take down the government together <3)

Khea is a bounty hunter, her job literally requires her to stab people sometimes in order for her to get money

Crosshair would stab without anyone needing to ask him

Echo's taking down the government no matter what, but especially if Rex asks him to come along

Jung is going to fight god if you ask them to (and he'll win)

Viram is the type of friend who is an excellent tutor and you end up understanding the concept after getting her help meanwhile Omega will explain what she knows and then the homework becomes a group project of figuring out what the fuck it's asking

You can copy Hunter's homework but there is no guarantee that the answers are right (most of them are wrong)

You can copy Jung's homework and there's a high chance the answers are right

Khea had better things to do than homework - like get frustrated over it and cry for a bit before giving up on it

Phee did some of the homework but she'll only help you out if you give her something in exchange

Wrecker and Tay, beloved himbos, they had no idea and even if they did do the homework, you wouldn't want to copy off of them

Crosshair also didn't do the homework but he also doesn't want to respond

Tech and Echo both did the homework and it's correct but they don't tolerate copying work to even have suggested it is offensive so now you're left on read

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

A heart to heart conversation and I am in love with you

"My gosh Sam stop calling me beautiful!!" You snapped. "Stop calling me beautiful! Stop calling me the prettiest girl you've ever seen, just stop!!" You yelled.

Sam was taken back by your angry outburst.

Chad, Tara, Quinn, Anika, and Mindy were also taken back.

You walked away still livid and angry and slammed the door to the room.

Sam sighed. She had no idea how to react.

"Sam", Tara said. "Just give her space to cool off. Okay?".

"Wow", said Mindy. "I have never seen (Y/n) yell at Sam like that ever". she said.

"Yeah". Said Anika.

"That was scary". Said Chad.

Quinn gave Sam a hug. "Just give (Y/n) some to cool down.

"Did I do something wrong guys?" Sam asked her sister and her best friends. "All I did was tell (Y/n) that shes beautiful". Sam started to tear up. She put her head on her hands as her sister and best friends went to comfort her. Sam wiped the tears from her eyes and said "That poor thing. Something must be troubling (Y/n). She must be in some kind of emotional distress. Did me calling her beautiful trigger her?". She asked.

"Its definitely possible". Said chad. "We'll stand by the door incase she wants to talk to us too. Maybe shes going through something".

After an hour Sam got up from the couch and said to Tara and her best friends "I'm gonna go talk to (Y/n)".

Sam walked to the bedroom door and knocked on the door. She opened it and saw you just sitting on the side of the bed.

"Hi". You said.

"Hi babe". Sam said. She sat on the side of the bed next to you.

Tara, Chad, Mindy, Anika, and quinn stood by the door.

You sighed. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. Its just", you said to sam. You started to cry. "Im extremely insecure! I'm nowhere the look of a model I dont even think im pretty I dont know how to feel about myself because-"

"Hey, hey, hey". Said Sam. "You're pretty. Very pretty. Have you seen you lately? You have the most beautiful long hair and the most beautiful hazel green eyes". Sam said to you.

"I don't! And I'm not!" You cried.

"(Y/n)" said Quinn. "Where's all this coming from?" She asked you.

"I was in a relationship for about 6 years way before I met you guys and Sam". You said.

Everyone looked at you and sat next to you and Sam.

"It was pure hell". You said. One minute she told me she respects me and the next minute she made my life hell. She was controlling. Manipulative. During that time I lived with her and her mom my ex girlfriend even had this look on her face and raised her hand to me". You said to everyone.

"What?" Quinn said in disbelief.

"That is awful". Said Anika.

"Do you want me, Anika, and Quinn to kick her ass? Because we will!" Said Tara.

Sam gave you the most safe and warmest hug ever. "Oh (Y/n). How did you end the relationship?" Sam asked.

"We got into a terrible argument. I walked away from her. She told not to walk away from her. I told her to never speak to me ever again and I blocked her number. My ex is very toxic to my mental health. My ex never gave me a compliment. Anything I did was never good enough for her. She made jokes about me that were hurtful and mean. She'd insult me with little verbal jabs whenever she could. And she never told me I'm beautiful. She made things so terrible that I had to block her number more than once. Even a crisis counselor had to come to the house. But once I ended that relationship I moved here. Got a great job too". You said.

"Well you know what?" Said Chad. "You're safe here with us. We've all got your back. We love having you around. And your ex blew it big time with you. Now it's our turn to show you how special you are to all of us". He said. He smiled.

You smiled. "Thank you guys for being here for me. I never told you guys about my ex because it triggers my anxiety". You said to everyone.

"You're very brave for sharing what you went through". Said Quinn.

"Its not easy to talk about past experiences but you did and I'm glad you shared it with us and told us about what you went through with your ex. Chad is right. Your ex blew it with you big time". Said Anika.

Mindy gave you a hug and said "You can count on is to always be here for you".

"Thank you guys. Can you give me and sam a minute please?" You asked.

"Yeah. Of Course". Said Tara. "And (Y/n)?"

"Yes Tara?" You said.

"You're a great friend. When you chased ghostface and had him running that was pretty bad ass". Said Tara. She smiled.

You giggled.

After Chad, Mindy, Tara, quinn, and Anika left and closed the door you sat closer to your girlfriend.

"So". You and your girlfriend Sam said at the same time.

"I'll go first". Said Sam. "If I triggered you in any way I am truly sorry. I didn't mean to trigger you baby. I just want you to know how beautiful you are". Sam said to you. "And that I am so deeply madly in love with you".

You smiled. "Oh Sam". You said lovingly to her. "Do you mean that?".

"I do". Said Sam.

"Even when my hair is wet from the shower?" You asked.

"Yes". Sam said to you.

"Even when im just in my football Jersey and sweatpants?" You asked sam.

"Yes". sam said to you.

"Sam". You said to her. "I'm not the best with words but trust me when I say that I am so in love with you. You make me feel beautiful. And safe". You said to Sam.

Sam held you tight. She looked deep in your hazel green eyes and kissed you so affectionately. You kissed her back and gave her a hug too. You've always loved her hugs.

"I love you". You said to your girlfriend.

"I love you too baby". Sam said to you. "Now let's go grab some lunch. I'm hungry".

You and sam were holding hands and everyone smiled at you and Sam. "Me and my girlfriend (Y/n) are gonna get lunch. Does anyone want anything from Jersey Mike's?" You asked.

"Bring us all back anything from there. We are hungry too". Said Mindy.

You nodded. "Okay".

"I'll be back. I'm gonna grab my purse". Sam said to you.

"Okay babe". You said to Sam. Sam gave you a kiss on the cheek and went to get her purse. She took her keys and purse with her and said "Ready".

Sam opened the door as she waited for you. "Thank you chad. Mindy. Quinn. Tara. Anika. For everything".

You walked out the door with Sam holding her hand.

And everytime you and Sam hold hands you feel comfort.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi, can I ask for an angst with Larissa like maybe some sort of fight that ends with some accident like idk maybe a car one or sth and reader is in bad state at the hospital and Larissa cries and begs unconscious reader to not leave her and that she is sorry etc? And maybe the doc enters and says that reader had more luck than they think and she and the baby should be fine. And Larissa cries more with mixed feelings of guilt and happiness because they tried for a kid for a long time? I leave the ending for you ;* thank you ❤️

Don’t leave me| Angst

*Authors note~ my heart I sincerely apologise for what lays ahead.*

Trigger warnings~ angst car crash mentions pregnancy loss

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Arguing with your lover was something you always hated, your anxiety would go sky high and your abandonment issues would flare up. But you'd had your fare share of arguments with Larissa but she'd always stayed. Never had she left during an argument, maybe another room but you always knew she would come back. And she always did until tonight.

You'd had the worst fight ever, really your missed your wife's presence but understood her job yet missing your anniversary was the last straw. You lots your cool and decided on a drive. You only wanted to clear your head but realistically getting in the car so upset wasn't the best idea. Of course rational thoughts weren't occurring for you so you indeed got in the car and drove from the shared house.

You don't remember what happened exactly but you remember the sounds of horns, and a blue car slamming into the drivers side of your car. The windows smashing around you as you lost your consciousness. Perhaps this was how it was meant to be. You didn't even get a chance to talk to Larissa, to give her the surprise but now you had killed your self and your daughter.

Larissa Weems went to find her lover, after all she didn't want this to happen, she didn't mean to hurt you. Wednesday Addams was causing her no end of grief and unfortunately you suffered the consequences of this. She knew you were in the right here but as soon as she heard the door slam shut she couldn't help the guilt eating her alive. Maybe that's why when you didn't return she began to pace and attempt to control her panic until her phone rang.

"Your wife's been in a car accident, unresponsive at the scene and is currently being taken to Jericho Hospital" replayed through the blondes head as she drove to you on autopilot. The last words she said wouldn't leave her brain and that's the last thing she wanted you to hear. And what about the baby? Oh god she couldn't lose the both of you. God what had she done? The what if situations driving her insane as her heart ached in the unknown. And the disappointment in herself rising with every passing second. If she just didn't spend so much time chasing after Wednesday Addams or if she made you feel special and loved more often then this wouldn't be happening.

Larissa wasn't known for patience, her status as headmistress of Nevermore often gained her access to things she typically wouldn't have, and that her connections with the mayor made it much more easy for her to obtain. It was no surprise that when the beautiful six foot three woman came barging in the doors that she was immediately directed to the room in which you lay unconscious and pretty badly bruised but no other signs of massive damage. The monitor attached to your beautiful bump showing that your precious baby was alive for now.

"We aren't sure if she'll wake up, and if that's the case then we need to operate and save the baby" the nurse informed your wife while you lay there willing your body to work. "I'm sorry baby! I love you so much. Please don't leave me. I'm so so so sorry sweetheart, you're my world. Our little sunshine is okay, their hearts beating away. Fight angel please I can't lose you. I'm so so sorry" she sobbed clutching at your hand as if it would some how make a difference.

God knows how long she sat there like that, crying and apologising to you, but the moment your eyes fluttered open and you immediately drew your attention to her hands on yours. "Ris?" You croaked out before your eyes found the monitor. "Sweetheart! I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to love, I can't lose you." She rambled as she grabbed some water to hopefully soothe your throat. After a small sip you couldn't help but murmur, "is she okay?"

"She? It's a girl" Larissa whispered which had you nodding with tears in your eyes, "it's what I wanted to tell you tonight, on our anniversary, that we are having a beautiful little princess." Larissa's hand soon found its way to cradle your daughters bump, "our little Dahlia Rae? I'm so in love with you" she murmured as you nodded in response, "I'm in love with you too baby, I'm sorry for fighting and driving upset. I'm so glad we are okay, to be with my favourite human ever."

You'd spent the past few days in hospital just for precautionary measures, but Larissa never left your side for a second. You thought maybe she'd relax once you made it home, but no you and Lia were treated like queens and even the night you gave birth, Larissa vowed to never make you feel anything less. She stood cradling the beautiful newborn, looking down at her with such and adoring smile you felt like your heart grew twelve sizes. One silly argument would never defeat the love you shared.

Word count~ 984

Tag list ~ @enchantressb @fortheloveofaproditesblessings @medeaswifey @scream-queenlover @larrisalessopet @briennethebeautysstuff @xx-state-of-mind-xx @i-write-sometimes-maybe @farahtissaiamyloves @just-your-casual-nerd

[himejoshiangels]

batgirl 2000 reread pt 2!!!

Back 2 batgirl..Cass has to have some of the worst daddy issues in the whole family and that's saying so much like between Bruce and Cain she deserves billions of dollars in compensation for all the all the way fucked up and over shit they put her through that she doesn't even have the capacity to work through yet

also this little interaction made me smile, average bat conversation

obsessed w how they integrate cass into the Bruce wayne: murderer storyline. We're operating fully from cass's perspective here and the whole thing is formatted like any other case she's taken on. we get exposition as cass investigates but there's a feeling of uneasiness as she paces the manor. she fully doesn't know who this guy is but we do. we do.

truly one of the most iconic ways anyones ever figured out his identity. she knows him so deeply that she's able to recognize the pure unbridled determination and fury in his eyes just from a picture

Cassandra cain truly stays unmatched, the "I'll kill you" "not tonight" panel hits just as hard as when I first read it. I need a physical copy of this shit NEOWWW. also cass's ability to recognize that Shiva is just as suicidal as she is, that in fighting each other their both fulfilling the others death wish..like we know she isn't going to kill her from the start but it makes the decision all the more powerful

EEEK she's so cutest patootest..she's a detective

cass if projecting onto every case she dealt with was a job..

srsly tho the whole alpha arc thing was sooo good especially when it came to cass's immovable belief that even people with the most diabolical histories are capable of change, are worth saving

ermmm..the lawyers are advising me not to discuss the stephcass drama issue at this current time..thank you

idk how I missed the political commentary the first time but issue 43 got it. FAWK AMERICA

I love this comic I LOVE THIS COMIC!!! I love love love when Cass has a conversation that leads her to experiment which leads her to self discovery. oh my god. truly baffled and disgusted as she discovers gender roles, she just like me fr

THIS^^^^^^ is so, it's such a good way of broadcasting cass's insecurities and emotions to the audience. unlike a lot of characters cass rarely ever says what she's feeling, even when asked she'll often lie. it's either that or a lack of self awareness/means of communication when it comes to her own emotions. BUT this also shows that cass is aware of the complex interpersonal dynamics and drama around her. Usually these things are just implied like when Cass wordlessly punches the shit out of dick for making babs cry, but this is one of the first times in the comic where these things that cass had been feeling and hearing are told instead of shown [which is pretty 50/50 considering the kinda jarring writer switch but I think this specifically was a cool choice]

Cass has a tendency to avoid emotional topics centered around her all together but at the climax of this arc she's forced to confront very conflicting views of her identity, social pressures, and her own insecurities.

this part got to me BAD

Cass's pure and utter devastation in response to Bruce attempting to fire her (I say attempt bcs that shit barely lasted a day) is so gutwrenching. batgirl was the first name she ever had, the first identity as a human being she'd ever had. Not to mention her suicidal-perfectionism. For Batman of all people to say those things to her, not only does she not have anything outside of batgirl (partially BECAUSE of him) but she's literally as close to perfect as it gets, matter a fact bruce literally calls her perfect. To be accused of jeopardizing the mission, despite that she might be the only person who values it just as much as bruce does..No wonder she shatters into a billion pieces when he does that to her. she has nothing else to be if she's not batgirl.

[notsunnyowo]

 Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader (part 2)

(part 1)

Soulmate.

Such a fascinating concept. One would be lucky to find the other half of their soul, their mate. That one person who completes you, makes you feel whole again.

Even if you might've never known that you could ever feel in such a way.

 

***

"Mom! Have you seen my other shoe? I can't find it anywhere!" (Y/n) called out, crouching down and looking around for her missing shoe.

"Have you tried looking on the drawers?"

"Of course I have! It's not anywhere!" The girl slumped. "I can't believe I managed to loose my shoe! I've officially got the worst luck ever." 

"Oh quit your sulking." Her mother said as she entered the hallway and walked over to her daughter. "I'll find that shoe of yours."

"It's pointless mom! I've literally looked everywhere and there's absolutely no sign of my other-"

"Found it."

The awestruck girl looked at her mother as if she'd just done the most mind-blowing magic trick of all time. "What? How?"

Handing her the other shoe (Y/n)'s mother patted her daughter on the back. "Not important, now get a move on kiddo! You don't want to be late for school now, do you?"

Wiping the disbelief off her features, the (h/c) haired girl took the shoe and put it on, tying the laces into a neat knot.

"Bag? Check. ~ Uniform? Check. ~ Awesome attitude? Double check. M'all ready to go!" She smiled before giving her mom a quick hug goodbye.

"Bye mom! I'll see you after school!"

 

***

Emeny.

A person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. Most would consider themselves lucky not to have an encounter with such a person.

 

However.

 

Although a few. There are certain exceptions who'd be thrilled to meet that exact person.

 

***

With her hand tightly holding the strap of her bag, the girl made her way towards her new school.

UA High.

The school for the best of the best. The best school in Japan for any and all who sought a career in the hero business. Be it as a support item designer or a hero, UA was the best place for the job!

After all.. The top heroes had graduated there, so it only made sense that it was the best.

I can't believe I'm actually attending UA! This is so cool! Maybe I'll get to meet some Pro-Heros while on campus. ~ Wasn't there a rumor about All Might teaching here?

That would be so coo-

 

Slam!

 

Thanks to her daydreaming and not paying enough attention to her surroundings, the young girl walked right into something, or rather, someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!-" She immediately apologized, embarrassment seeping into her with each passing second as she glanced at the tall blonde in front of get.

Sweet mother of cheese, is this guy real? 

Right in front of her was standing a tall, broad guy who by her standards, looked like someone out of a teen magazine. She felt the heat rising to her cheecks as she realized that she was still pressed against his chest.

Am I dreaming or is that a six pack?-

Shooing those thoughts out of her head she immediately backed up.

Good lord he was hot.

"Are you blind or something? Can't you fucking see where you're going?" His gruff and extremely abrasive voice sounded.

So much for being hot.-

Upon further inspection the boy appeared to be around her age and absolutely pissed.

With a scowl matching the boy's one, (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. Tilting her head up, she glared back at him.

"Rude much." She spat, a strong distaste coating her words.

So what if she found him attractive? That was no way to speak to someone you just met! Even if they'd just bumped into you.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want me to say? ~ Perhaps a written apology? Would that suit your needs?"

"Oi, are you mocking me?!" The blonde shot back as a set of tiny explosions ignited in his hand.

Must be his quirk.

"And what if I am?" She said under her breath. "Mr. Blasty Mc-splody." The nickname rolled off her tounge with such ease she almost didn't realize she'd said it.

At that nickname, the already irritated blonde was now fuming with rage. Who did this girl think she was? Talking to him like that! He ought'a show her who's boss.

"You wanna say that again, you extra?" The boy growled, his words laced with venom.

"Oh, I dunno." Replied (Y/n), giving him a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. "Look. I'd love to stay and chat but- I've got places to be, people to meet. ~ So, y'know."

The girl further emphasized her words with a quick shoulder raze and a simultaneous side-tilt of her head.

"See ya!" She waved, before walking around the awestruck blonde and continuing on her merry way.

 

What the fuck just happened?

 

***

"UA at last!" (Y/n) sighed as she looked up at the large school building. "I still can't actually believe I made it here!"

The school was big, almost too big for her liking. There were so many different corridors and areas, one might get lost trying to navigate them! It was a pure miracle that (Y/n) didn't loose her way on her little quest to find class 1-A's homeroom.

Once she finally did though, she was immediately met with the colossal door in front of her classroom.

Woah.

Taking in a deep breath, the girl stepped trough the door and into the classroom. There weren't too many students inside giving the girl just about enough seating spots to choose from. Opting for a spot near the window she placed her backpack onto the desk.

"Hi there!" A voice from behind called out to her, causing the young student to quickly turn around and face whoever had approached her.

A girl with short pink hair and matching pink skin was smiling widely at her.

"Oh, hello." (Y/n) replied, sounding a bit more nervous than she intended to.

"I'm Mina Ashido! It's nice to meet'cha!" 

Seeing the cheerful girl (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back. "Nice to meet you too. I'm (L/n) (Y/n)."

"So what school are you from (L/n)?" The pink-toned girl asked, leaning on the desk.

"Oh, I'm from Yokosuka Junior High." She answered before shooting the girl with a question of her own. "And you?"

"Mustafa Private Middle School." The pink skinned girl replied.

For the next few minutes Mina and (Y/n) conversed on various topics. From their middle school years to their future plans and aspirations. The two girls really hit it off. 

But all good things must come to an end.

And so (Y/n)'s carefree conversation was interrupted from the abrupt commotion coming from the desk behind her.

"You cannot sit in such a manner! You are disrespecting the school with your behavior! You are at UA, show some respect!" The stern voice caught (Y/n)'s attention.

But what really had her head turning was the painstakingly familiar, gruff voice that followed.

"Did they shove a stick up your ass? Or were you just born with it?"

Oh you've gotta be kidding me-

(Y/n) simply couldn't believe her luck. Out of all the people that could be in her class why did it have to be that hot arrogant guy she stumbled upon on her way to school?

For a split second the two locked eyes with one another. Vermillion orbs meeting (e/c) ones. In that moment, the girl felt an odd sensation in her wrist. It was as if a sudden source of heat had been brought right up to it causing the flesh to warm up.

That was.. odd, to say the least.

Noticing that the blonde's attention was no longer situated on him, the blue haired male glanced over to what, or in this case who, had managed to steal his attention away from the clearly extremely important lecture, young Tenya was giving to this brash boy who was now his classmate.

He did not recognize the girl, leasing him to the clear assumption that she must be from another school. And if that was the case he must do the proper thing in this situation and introduce himself to her.

"You there!" The boy said gesturing to the startalled female.

"Me?"

"Indeed. I apologize, I haven't introduced myself yet. ~ I'm Tenya Iida, from Somei Private Academy." He finished.

"O-Oh, I'm (L/n) (Y/n).. From Yokosuka Junior High." (L/n) answered. "It's nice to meet you." 

Well this guy's attention sure did a full 180! Wasn't he busy lecturing to Blasty over there just a minute ago?

"The pleasure is all mine." He answered, however his words fell on deaf ears as young (L/n) was far too occupied with trying to ignore the ruby eyes boaring holes into the side of her head.

If looks could kill she was sure she'd be a gonner.

It took her all the strength she could muster to simply not look back at the blonde.

Lucky for her however, their teacher soon came to the rescue and pried the blonde's eyes off her. Thank you Erasure Head!

"Settle down class.." The way too tiered-looking man began. His whole demeanor really did fit the whole "I don't get payed enough for this" trope. Disheveled and unkept look, tiered eyes, he looked like everything except what you'd normally expect a proper teacher to look like.

"Since most of you don't know each other we can start off by introducing yourselves to the rest of your classmates."

The air was silent for a moment as everyone looked at one another, waiting to see if anyone was good Ng to step up and be the first to break this deafening silence.

Not waisting any more time Aizawa gestured to a green green haired boy. "Go on." He began, gesturing to the boy with his hand, giving him the que to start with his introduction.

The next few minutes were filled spent with students telling the others their names and a few interesting things about themselves. Just as (Y/n) had expected. 

Well...

That was until his turn came.

In all honesty she hadn't expected to find him so quickly. She was sure that it was going Ng to take quite a long time, perhaps even a lifetime till she found him.a

She saw it as quite astonishing if she were to be completely honest.

And.. slightly saddening at the same time. Or perhaps disappointing would be a better a better fit?

 

"The name's Bakugou Katsuki."

 

***

The name your get on your hand belongs to either your soulmate..

 

Or your mortal enemy.

 

There's a fifty percent chance that a person gets either choice which at first doesn't seem like such a bad deal.

And perhaps it isn't? Who wouldn't be happy that it isn't a lower percentage?

The only thing that would make it better would be for there to exist a simple and easy way to determine which one you've got, instead of leaving it up to your own judgement of that person.

 

So then..

 

What does that leave me at?

 

.

.

.

 

A game of soulmate or not?

Author Note:

Thank you all for the support on the first chapter! You can also find this story on Ao3 under the same title. My account is IAintSunny.

This will be a multiple part story and I hope to see you all in the next chapter of Your Name!

(part 3)

Requested tag: @shininjjongg

[hb-writes]

Ch. 7 - The Judge

Why don't you let me be the judge of that?

When Harvey had informed his eleven-year-old sister that he would be sending her to a private school, a place with uniforms and high expectations and a whole bunch of kids she didn't know, she had basically said no thank you and continued on with her day, dismissing the whole idea as nonsense.

Charlie had known she would have to go to a new school. She had realized it a few days after they'd moved her stuff into Harvey's guest room, her room, but Charlie thought she would be going to public school. She thought she would be with the normal kids, like she had been in Riverside, where there had only been one school to choose from, anyway. The same school Harvey and Marcus had gone to. They'd even had the same 3rd grade teacher, all three of them.

Mrs. Coe hadn't been startled to see yet another Specter on her roster by the time she met Charlie, having a good enough memory that she'd been weary after Harvey and Marcus.

And Charlie had gotten very used to the idea of not being in school. She had gotten used to spending time with Harvey and Marcus, who had taken to visiting more regularly as she got settled. She had gotten used to being indulged and coddled. She had gotten used to trips to museums and zoos and parks and theatres. She had gotten used to wandering around the Pearson-Hardman offices like she owned the place. She had gotten used to spending time snuggled up next to Harvey, watching movies on the couch on the days when he worked from home.

It hadn't really occurred to Harvey back then that his sister was nervous to start a new school. Meet new people. She had charmed everyone at the office. If she went missing after a trip to the bathroom or the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to find her in the bullpen entertaining the associates, asking them questions about law school and what it was like to have a job. What it was like to live on their own. To have a boyfriend. To drink alcohol. To drive a car.

The girl had even completely charmed Jessica, something that Harvey still struggled to do on some days.

So, he hadn't really understood why she was being so strange about it, so bad about it, but it was the first time Harvey had really had to put his foot down with her. Because in the build up to her first day, it had been tantrum after tantrum. It had been two weeks straight of her pushing buttons Harvey didn't even know he had. Had it not been for Donna finally convincing her that uniforms could be cool—a certain magical wizard wore them, after all—he didn't know what he would've done.

And on her first day, Charlie clung to her brother as they stood in the headmaster's office—his old roommate's office. He had thought that fact alone would help things. It certainly helped him, knowing that Oliver would keep an eye on her. Knowing that someone she already knew—and liked—was there just in case.

But Charlie had barely said hello to Oliver, had barely bothered to lift her head to meet his eye as she gripped Harvey's hand with both of hers, leaning into his side as if she could fuse herself to him. As if she might avoid being left behind if she did just that.

Harvey tried not to make a thing of it, talking with Oliver as if his sister wasn't acting out of the ordinary. Her hands were slick with a clammy sweat, but Harvey held on, giving her a squeeze whenever Oliver's attempts to engage her in the conversation went unanswered.

"Oh, you must be the new student!"

Charlie jumped at the interruption, turning her head just enough to see two students staring back at her.

"Louisa and Noah, good morning," Oliver said, nodding to the two students.

"Good morning, Dr. James," Louisa answered. "I told you we'd be late, Noah," she offered over her shoulder. The girl stepped into the room and Noah trailed a step or two behind her, a subtle smirk on his face.

Charlie shifted even closer to her brother as the kids approached, trying to use him as a barrier, but Harvey put his free arm around his sister, shifting them both so they faced these two kids.

Harvey could feel Charlie's heartbeat racing as she settled under his arm, still refusing to loosen her grip on his hand, even in the face of her two new classmates. She didn't care what she looked like. She didn't care what they thought about her clinging to him.

"So is this our new student?" Louisa said, smiling at Charlie, as Noah stood behind her, his eyes rolling slightly with amusement before he, too, smiled, but Charlie didn't return the smile, didn't shift away from him, not even a little.

Harvey couldn't deny that a little bit of worry had crept into him at that. Worry and confusion and an overwhelming feeling of helplessness because he didn't know what to do here. These kids seemed nice enough. A bit forward, maybe, but nothing for Charlie to be cowering about. And she knew Oliver. She liked Oliver. Charlie loved school and books and learning. She'd read through everything she could get her hands on during the time he'd kept her home. He'd given her time to adjust. Time to settle into their new life. This should have been fine. He'd expected her to be a little nervous, but part of Harvey was wondering if she'd even stay. If she'd even last through the school day if he left her.

"Yes, Louisa," Oliver started. "This is our new student, Charlotte Specter. We refer to people by their names here at Hudson School."

Charlie didn't even correct him. Didn't even say to call her Charlie, another thing that worried Harvey. Another thing that confused him.

Donna had offered to come with them, to help with the transition. Harvey wished he'd brought her with them now. The woman had been a lifeline for him the last couple of weeks, offering insights he never would have come to on his own, offering advice.

Harvey had spent a lot of time asking Donna, and google, for advice, but his research hadn't covered whatever was happening now.

"Of course, Dr. James," Louisa offered. "I apologize."

The girl turned to Charlotte. She was wearing low-heeled shoes and a flowered headband to keep her long chocolate brown hair out of her face. Charlie and Harvey both could sense this kid was popular. Powerful. And from the safe haven of her brother's hold, Charlie looked the girl up and down in the very same manner Louisa was assessing her.

It had taken some convincing for Harvey to get his sister to agree to the uniform. It had ultimately been Donna's mention of a certain wizard that had made the idea of a school uniform cool. Or tolerable, at least. Harvey didn't have the first idea about Harry Potter, but he knew that it wasn't a compliment when his sister proceeded to call him a muggle.

Apparently complete with her assessment, Louisa took a step forward.

"Hello, Charlotte. I'm Louisa Sorenson, grade six class president." She glanced over her shoulder. "That's Noah. He's my vice president. Mrs. Henderson sent us both down to meet you and give you a tour."

Charlie just stared at the girl.

"I am so excited to have a new student here. Mrs. H said you're from a small town? That's exciting, you—"

"What's exciting…" Noah drawled as he stepped forward, standing next to Louisa, "is that you get my seat now so I don't have to sit next to Louisa anymore. Been waiting for seven long years for someone to transfer in with a last name that falls in between Sorenson and Tabor. You, my dear, are a saving grace and it's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Charlotte Specter."

Noah held out a hand toward Charlie and kept it there despite the fact that the girl still just stared at him. Harvey gave her hand a squeeze, half-surprised when he felt her grip loosen. He moved to tuck his hand in a pocket, watching as Charlie wiped her hand down on her school skirt before taking the outstretched hand.

Harvey stifled the urge to laugh. These kids were certainly something. Harvey didn't remember sixth graders being this eloquent in his day. The boys certainly weren't calling the girls 'my dear.'

Charlie pulled her hand back, still leaning into Harvey's side. "You can call me Charlie."

"Well, Charlie, it's nice to meet you." Noah bowed his head a short measure, placing a kiss to Charlie's hand before looking up, a smirk on his face. "I am forever in your debt. Anything you need, you name it."

"Alright," Harvey interrupted, "that's enough, Romeo."

Oliver cleared his throat, offering Noah's name as a warning. Noah held up both hands in surrender.

"Don't mind him, Charlie," Louisa said. "He's a bit much, but you and I can be friends. Rest assured, you'll be well taken care of."

Charlie glanced at Harvey as Louisa paused.

Louisa followed Charlie's gaze to the well-dressed man in front of her. She wasn't certain that he was Charlotte's father, young and handsome as he was.

"And this must be your…"

"My big brother. Harvey," Charlie offered while Louisa assessed Harvey with the same fervor she'd looked Charlie over with moments before. "He's a lawyer," she added, somehow sensing that it mattered.

It wasn't the most important part of who her brother was, not from Charlie's perspective. There were probably a hundred things she liked about him that were higher up on her list, but Harvey still felt an indescribable surge of pride at Charlie's meager words. My brother, the lawyer.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Specter," Louisa said, offering her hand. "Your sister is in good hands."

Harvey shook the kid's hand, again stifling the urge to laugh, though he couldn't deny the girl had a certain spunk he admired. Both kids did, really. Maybe Charlie would be fine.

"Wait, you're a lawyer?" Noah nudged Louisa off to the side. "Where did you go to school?"

Harvey was about to answer, but Charlie beat him to it, offering up his alma mater as Noah gave an approving nod.

"I'll be Harvard Law, Class of 2020," Noah offered with a smile. "I've been cross-examining since age three."

"You might be out of a job in a few years, Harvey," Oliver snorted, clapping Harvey on the shoulder. "Noah talked himself out of a detention just last week."

"Captain of the debate team," Noah echoed.

"Co-captain," Louisa amended, giving Noah a forced smile.

Charlie glanced at her brother, a question in her eyes. They didn't have a debate team at Pulaski Street School. Maybe at high school.

"Do you like to debate?" Louisa asked, continuing on without waiting for Charlie's answer as if despite the girl's silence, she knew Charlie would fit right in. "You should join us. We meet Tuesdays and Thursdays after school."

The school debate team still met on Tuesdays and Thursdays with Charlie, Noah, and Louisa all honing their debate skills twice a week, competing at city and state championships. Harvey wasn't going to be out of a job any time soon—they weren't that good yet—but he still braced himself as he clocked Louisa's pink peacoat through the window at morning drop off.

Ray hadn't even rolled to a stop yet, but Charlie was already shifting toward the door as Louisa approached them. The girl had clearly been waiting for them to arrive, lingering outside the entrance, and that usually meant that whatever she had to say required Harvey's ear and not Charlie's.

Harvey briefly scanned the small crowd for Noah. He was the more down-to-earth of Charlie's friends, calmer and a little less severe. Some part of the kid was still impressed by Harvey, a little wary of him, maybe, but Harvey thought that was a good thing. Harvey sensed that there was very little Louisa feared.

It wasn't a bad thing. Harvey thought Charlie had chosen her friends well, or rather, they'd chosen her and Charlie had decided to stick with them.

Louisa was intelligent and confident, unyielding—all qualities which Harvey respected. At twelve, the kid had somehow possessed an intricate understanding of, and flawless ability to navigate, their upper-class Manhattan world better than most adults. For years, Harvey had watched the girl try to teach her tricks to his stubborn sister with little success. Charlie had no interest in dominating Manhattan's elite, in playing those sorts of games, but Harvey was almost certain that she was resistant just for the sake of being resistant.

And because of that, Charlie found a little solace in Noah. Because he was a little more laid back, a little more of a listener, the type to sit back and read the room before pushing into a battle. His parents weren't from the city. They had both grown up in small towns—one of them upstate, the real upstate, not Westchester and the other one on the other side of the globe. He knew the city—and their posh little school on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, specifically—was a bubble. And beyond that, the kid generally didn't seem to give two shits about what other people thought of him.

But it was only Louisa who greeted the Specters at the curb, opening the door before Charlie could do so herself.

"Good morning, Mr. Specter." Louisa leaned in the open car door, preventing Charlie from slipping out even though she had already gathered her bag and put one foot out the door. "Very nice to see you as always." She locked eyes with Harvey without even sparing a glance towards Charlie—a charming, perfect smile, revealing the deep dimples in Louisa's cheeks. "That's a lovely tie," she added, dipping her gaze toward the blue silk.

Charlie leaned back in the seat, gripping her bag tighter to her chest as she closed her eyes and took a breath. She didn't know what Louisa was after, but she recognized her friend's smile. Charlie recognized the charming, sprightly tone. All of it intricately employed to get Louisa whatever she wanted.

Charlie had seen it all play out before—with teachers and Louisa's father. With random people she encountered throughout her day. It seemed to Charlie that Louisa might be capable of bringing entire countries to their knees should she wish to do it. And she'd do it with minimal effort. A smile here. A well-made observation there. A subtle compliment to seal the deal. That, or a threat. Louisa made it look simple, but Charlie had never been able to master it. She wasn't certain she wanted to.

Harvey glanced at his watch before looking back to Louisa. He had a few minutes to spare, but not much.

"Good morning, Louisa."

Harvey's gaze slid to his sister, her eyes directed at the headrest in front of her as she hugged her bag to her chest, like she was wishing she could be anywhere other than here. Louisa smiled before following Harvey's gaze. Charlie tried to sink further into the cushions.

"You look exhausted," Louisa said as she studied Charlie's face, her clothes, her keen eyes raking up and down Charlie's appearance.

Harvey knew enough about the two girls to know that was a relatively nice way of saying 'you look like shit'. It still displayed a bit of care, but not much. Harvey took in his sister's appearance then, really looking at her for the first time since leaving the apartment.

Maybe Charlie did look a little tired. 'Frumpy' and 'punk' were two words that also came to Harvey's mind. He didn't know where Charlie got her sense of style from or how she got away with skirting the school dress code like she did, but he never heard a complaint from the school. Not about her outfits, at least.

Today though, the only pieces of clothing that seemed up to code were the maroon school cardigan and tie settled loosely around her neck. The white oxford shirt she was wearing was loose-fitting and long enough that it might have come from Harvey's closet and she was wearing black leggings underneath with a pair of well-worn combat boots. Her hair was mostly hidden underneath a black knit hat. She wore no coat, and wasn't carrying one either, despite the morning's chill.

Harvey hadn't noticed any of it until now. Caught up with his emails, he hadn't noticed what she was wearing. He hadn't noticed how quiet they had been for the duration of the ride. How quiet she still was now.

The kids routinely jabbed at each other, usually no worse than the snarky banter passed between him and Charlie could be, but it wasn't the type of comment Charlie would typically let go without retort.

But Charlie had ignored Louisa's comment. She just mumbled a quiet goodbye, not meeting Harvey's eye as she scooted towards the door, gently shoving at Louisa to clear the way.

"I've got a few meetings this afternoon," Harvey answered.

Charlie's head barely dipped in a nod as a bit of relief crested over her. If her brother was tied up in meetings for the afternoon, she'd have the office to herself. Maybe she wouldn't even have to see him until they went home. Maybe she wouldn't have to speak with anyone.

Charlie made to get out of the car, but Louisa perched herself on the edge of the back seat, forcing Charlie to scoot back in, losing any ground she'd gained at escaping Harvey's presence.

"Speaking of afternoons…" Louisa mused.

Charlie turned toward her friend, gritting her teeth. "Isa, we need to go to class."

Louisa dismissed her with a wave. "We have plenty of time."

They did. Charlie knew they were still a bit early for class, but that wasn't nearly the point.

"Well, I'm sure Harvey needs to get to work and Ray probably has places to be, too," Charlie said, shooing Louisa toward the door. "Let's go."

Louisa leaned around Charlie, a question in her suddenly sanguine gaze as she looked to Harvey. It was more intrigue than anything that had Harvey nodding his head.

"Make it quick, Louisa."

Louisa's resulting smile was tinged with victory. "Ok, I was just wondering if maybe you would consider allowing Charlie to come over to my place on Saturday?" Louisa asked. "It's been ages."

Charlie smacked her hand against her forehead and once again tried to shrink into the seat cushions. Louisa could read people well, but Harvey was good at neutralizing his reactions. And she hadn't sensed Harvey tense at the words. She hadn't sensed the chuckle rumble deep in his chest, not like Charlie sensed those things.

Harvey had to laugh at the incredulousness of it, at the gall. "It's been ages because she's grounded."

Charlie recognized her brother's tone, the way the words held an edge of annoyance, a slight thinning of his patience. Charlie had already told Louisa it wasn't going to happen. She'd missed out on two weeks of hanging out with her friends and she was due to miss out on a little more, but Charlie was close to freedom now. So close.

"Isa, get out of the car." Charlie tried to push Louisa through the open door, but she wasn't budging.

Louisa shifted to look beyond Charlie once again. "But Charlie needs to come over Saturday afternoon, Mr. Specter."

Harvey couldn't deny that his sister's friend had a certain boldness that he esteemed, but he cut through it all the same.

"The only place Charlie needs to be on Saturday is wherever I decide she's to be," he answered.

"I know, I know. Of course, you're right," Louisa offered, a smidgen of deference. "And I know she has plans with Donna. But that's at night. This is for the afternoon, but actually…if Donna has other things she'd rather be doing Saturday night, Charlie is more than welcome to stay over."

Harvey tilted his head as he looked at the girls. He could nearly feel the tendrils of a headache beginning to slither through his brain, but Louisa wasn't done.

"You know, Mr. Specter, and I mean no disrespect here, but I don't think that grounding is even the recommended consequence anymore. Socialization with our peers is just too important at our age to limit," Louisa shook her head, before shrugging. "I myself have never even been grounded and anyway, I think she's more than learned her lesson, right Charlie?"

Charlie didn't dare to answer, not that she had time to.

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

Charlie tensed at her brother's tone. Harvey had snapped harder than he meant to, but he didn't need parenting advice from a teenager. He exhaled, reaching for some scrap of patience before he shifted.

"Give me and Charlie a minute," Harvey said, his tone a touch more gentle even though his words were far from a request.

Harvey's eyes didn't stray from his sister as he spoke, or as Louisa shifted out of the car and stepped away. Harvey reached across the back seat to pull the door shut and Charlie scooted away, putting some distance between them.

It wasn't entirely out of Charlie's nature to have someone else do her dirty work. Maybe that explained why she had been so quiet the whole morning. Why she was still so quiet now.

"Did you really think that was going to work?"

Charlie could feel Harvey's eyes drilling into the side of her face, loaded as the accusatory words that accompanied them.

"She did that all on her own," Charlie said, her arms pulled tight across her chest. "I don't think you needed to snap at her like that, though."

"And what was that bullshit about you being the only kid to ever get grounded?" Harvey asked, skating over Charlie's reprimand. "Did she come up with that all on her own too? I think you know better."

Charlie shrugged. "Pretty sure I'm still allowed to bitch to my friends even if I'm grounded. I mean, unless you want to forbid that, too. I won't talk to you or Donna or Mike or Ray either if that would please you," she said, her eyes darting to the front seat of the car to where Ray was respectfully ignoring them. "You might as well hold my mail. No contact with anyone at all. I'll just—"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harvey asked, his head tilted in confusion at his sister's sudden tirade. 

"Nothing." Charlie took a deep breath, her hand on the door handle. "It's nothing. Can I go?"

Harvey ignored the question. She knew well enough that they weren't finished. "Why is she so eager to have you over?"

"How should I know?" A lie, but Charlie didn't want to get into it. Harvey trusted Charlie with Louisa and Noah and she wasn't going to make her brother question the worthiness of her friends over something she wasn't even going to be a part of. And there was no way Harvey would guess, seeing as Louisa had asked for Charlotte's afternoon even though she really wanted her presence for the evening. "I don't even want to go so it doesn't matter."

"Really?" Harvey raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to go."

Charlie shook her head. "And it's not like you're going to let me even if I did want to go," she answered, turning her gaze out the window. Louisa had already gone inside. Charlie wasn't sure if she was annoyed or grateful that she hadn't waited.

"You're right. I'm not," Harvey said, annoyance surging as Charlie continued gazing out the window as if she wasn't listening. "Like I told Louisa, I'm the one who gets to judge when you've learned your lesson and right now you don't seem to have learned a damn thing."

Harvey's tone pulled Charlie's gaze to him, his words catching even if he thought she wasn't listening. She wouldn't say she had learned nothing. In fact, in the span of a few short minutes, she had learned what it was to want to punch her brother right in his smug stupid face, a feeling that was oddly foreign to her.

Charlie knew it wasn't that odd for a sister to want to punch her brother, even if it felt that way to her. Most siblings fought. They punched and hit and kicked, but Charlie had never really had any physical altercations with either Harvey or with Marcus. Her brothers were older—thoroughly grown by the time she had come around and even though she had seen Marcus and Harvey go at one another from time to time, neither of her brothers had ever laid more than a playful hand on her. There were other ways of fighting that felt familiar to Charlie though, ways of wielding carefully chosen words in order to make them into weapons.

"Judge, jury, and executioner," Charlie scoffed, knowing that the mumbled comment would bother her brother, would spark in him just a bit of the certain fury she felt surging through her veins. Maybe it would spark some of the same hurt and confusion, too. 

"Keep it up and you'll be—"

"Grounded until I get a PhD?" she mocked. "Whatever, Harvey. I don't care. Can I go to class now?"

Harvey's eyes slid toward Ray's in the rearview mirror. Ray's expression told Harvey that they needed to leave now unless they wanted to be stuck in traffic. Unless he wanted to be late. Harvey turned to his sister anyway. "You really think that attitude is going to help your case any?"

Charlie met Harvey's eye, offering him nothing more than a quiet scoff as she reached for the door handle and slid out.

"Have a nice day, Ray," she offered before letting the door shut behind her.

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Chapter 8

[glambots]

Hello! Could you please write out some headcanons for a reader who is a horror artist? With Chica, Monty, Sun, and Moon please. Platonic or romantic is okay, and I don't really mind if reader also has a job at the pizzaplex or not. I just think it would be a really fun idea to explore and you're a really good writer! Thank you in advance. :)

🍕Glamrock-Chica + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:🍕

⭐Wow, these are great! They remind her of the art they use on the album covers of those metal CDs she likes to listen to! Like this one--oh, and this one! This one, too...!

⭐Of course, management would never let her hang any of these up, nor could you ever show them off to any of the kids. Because they're just big babies! But she'd still love to keep some of them around in her scrapbook, if that'd be cool!

⭐She'll even try to draw some horror of her own! It's not...quite the scariest. Or even a very good drawing. But she does her best, and that's what matters! (Plus, it's fun!)

🐊Montgomery Gator + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:🐊

⭐Yo! That's--really freaky, actually. But! He don't mean it in a bad way, though! You're a great artist, got a real way with all the...uh...blood? It's totally hardcore! Real rock-n-roll!

⭐He wishes he could hang up more of your stuff in his room, but management always hassles him about it, cause it might "scare the kids." Yeah, right! If anyone's a coward here, it's them. Scared of the parents puttin' up a fuss! Tch, lame.

⭐In fact, if he had the ability to get tattoos, he would want some of your pieces to be the first ones he'd get! Could you imagine? Cause he could! Man, wouldn't that be somethin'...!

☀️Sunnydrop + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:☀️

⭐Wow, you're a really good artist! B-But...do you really have to draw so many scary things? In the Daycare, we only draw Happy Things! Happy Things Make Happy Faces, after all!

⭐He would also, very gently, ask that you don't show that to any of the kids. N-Not that he doesn't like your art, because he does! He just thinks it might be a little much for them, at such a young age.

⭐Still, e-even if some of your scary drawings do make him shudder, he does his best to support you as much as a good friend/partner would! B-Because that's what friends/partners do!!! Right???

🌙Moondrop + Horror-Artist!Reader HCs:🌙

⭐Ooh, spooky. What's this? How about this? He's genuinely intrigued with your art. Why do you like drawing these things? Do you like scary things? (Makes sense, since you like him.)

⭐He'll definitely keep a few of his favorite for himself, as he would with any artist he had as a friend/partner. Kept hidden away in his private little collection, and always added to when he finds a new piece that catches his fancy.

⭐Sure, he knows you're not supposed to show them to the kids, but it doesn't stop him from really wanting to sometimes. Some kids like spooky things. (But the parents probably wouldn't.)

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Black Light 13

Warnings: noncon, namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You don't go home. He might be big and scary but you're a grown woman. He made sure of that, didn't he? So you disappear into the shadows and lurk, watching the girls in their shimmering dresses and the men in their open collars line up for entry.

August stands on one side of the doors, Lee the other, and they go about their work. They stop pairs and groups to check cards and wave them inside, pointing others back onto the street. One man refuses and receives a violent shake from your man. You almost giggle as you peer around the chipped brick.

It slows down to only a few ambitious clubbers here and there. It must get boring just standing outside and staring at the street. No wonder he's so moody. The only thing exciting in his life is his own emotion. You can't judge, you don't have much going on either. You haven't even got a summer job. Wait, that's a brilliant idea.

You calm yourself. Tonight, you have another mission. You just have to be patient.

You smile and nearly bounce in place. Oh, you are excited. It will have to wait of course, but it's always nice to have a purpose.

You yawn as your phone jitters. You turn away to hide the glow and check the notifications. It's Hottie. Her ID makes your stomach churn. For some reason, the idea of seeing her again makes you nauseous. Almost as if she did, she'd see right through you. She's so smart and tough, and you... you let him follow you and then...

Oh but it's such a special moment, you just want to bask in the afterglow just a little longer.

-

It's early. Or late, depending on your point of view. Time has always been a conundrum to you. A line with no end.

You watch as the club empties out, last call ending with a deafening silence. The absence of the blaring music is louder than its thumping bass. You linger, rubbing your eyes, yawning once more.

You back up as girls teeter past drunkenly in their heels. You can't see the front doors but you know he won't leave right away. He has to make sure everyone's out. You wait until the coast is clear and go to peek out once more.

Your mind wanders, as it often does, and you think of that day when he came to get that couch. You remember his truck... Hmmmm.

You creep across the street like a cat. You stay close to the wall as you approach the club and dip around to the lot. There aren't many cars there. You turn on your phone light and squint; you think that's the right plate. It is the only truck in the lot.

You shut off the light and put your phone away. You hug your scrapbook under one arm and step up on the large tire. You haul yourself up and flip over the top, landing heavily as the book falls out of your grasp. You retrieve it as you gasp for breath and drag yourself into the corner. He won't check back here, besides it's too dark.

You lay folded against the metal and try not to fall asleep. It's tempting as it's nearly three in the morning. You hear a door clatter open and shut, voices tossed back and forth. A deeper voice met by a sheepish murmur. You hold your breath until they fade away and the door opens again.

Footsteps and nothing else. Boots mulching on the stray bits of gravel across the pavement. The truck chirps as it unlocks and shifts as the driver side door swings out. Oh, it's him!

You lock up and fight the urge to jump out and holler 'surprise'. In due time.

He turns the engine over and reverses out with a sharp veer. You're jostled by the movement as he puts his foots down on the pedal. Oh god, he's an aggressive driver.

You're wide awake as he takes corners with no caution. He is consistent. You latch onto your scrap book, not wanting it to slide around and give you away. The cool night blows over you and sends a shiver up your spine.

Finally, he slows, coming to a halt after another jolting veer. You wait and listen as he gets out, grumbling in that cute way he does. You sit up and edge over to the other side. You watch his shadow and push yourself back as he passes.

As he turns between the next row of cars, you scramble to hope out of the truck bed and use the bumper to lower yourself down. You run after him, puffing as he walks steadily towards the apartment building. You're caught off guard as he turns and catches you by the throat. You squeak and drop the scrap book, clasping onto his thick wrist.

"Ach, Poo-kie," you croak out, "it's just me--"

He grunts and squeezes tighter before relenting, instead grasping the front of your shirt, "what are you doing?"

"Um, duh, I came to see you. My boyfriend--"

"Stop," he hisses, shaking you. "You're really starting to get on my nerves."

"Hey, don't be so rude," you hit his chest, "I came all the way out here in the middle of the night--"

"How did you get here? How do you know where I live?" He snarls.

You're silent. The truth might not help your case.

"Lucky guess?"

"Goddamn it, what--" he rasps, "you are insane. You are going to get yourself hurt, little girl. I told you, we only fucked."

"Well..." you bat your lashes, sliding your touch down his forearm, "we can do it again..."

"Huh?" He recoils, letting you go as you stagger on your feet.

"Yeah!" You clap your hands, "maybe this time it won't hurt that bad."

He's quiet, only letting out a deep exhale.

"You need to forget what happened--"

"How can I?" You counter, "it was my first. You're my first." Your voice grits as a swell of heat flows up from your stomach, "I won't forget."

"I'm telling you to go--"

"You said you love me," you pout.

"You made me--"

"And you made me do... do that thing," you accuse right back, "you don't just get to walk away."

Silence, again. He rolls his shoulders and crosses his arms, his silhouette looming even larger.

"You should," he growls, "walk away before this gets messy."

"I'm not going to," you say, lip trembling.

He shakes his head and drops his arms. He steps closer and reaches for your shoulders, gripping tightly as he leans in.

"You don't learn easy, do you?" he sneers and lets a hand snake up to the back of his neck. He twists you around, pinching meanly as he marches you ahead of him. "I'll fucking teach you.”