#and yeah as much as she tries to seem stoic and uncaring she does care alot about things she is so full of emotion

[bogos-bint3d]

you asked for undyne asks so some headcanons:

-has ADHD

-demiromantic lesbian

-plays up being goofy and dumb but is actually very clever when it comes to her areas of expertise (magic, fighting, weapons and armor, monster politics/history, anime)

-related to this, can cook if she must but simply enjoys goofing around in the kitchen too much to make anything edible

-gets emotional very easily. cries during movies, breaks controllers playing hard video games, freaks out over horror, etc

THE!!!!!!! SHE SO!!!!!!!!!!!

[scribbledghost]

Could I request a comfort fic? I feel like fem! Simon would know better than anyone of what it feels like grow up and see your sibling go down hill. I have three sisters and all are going through some stuff but uses that as an excuse to hurt others. One in particular is addicted to drugs and she'd recently lost a bag of something and is going a bit crazy making threats towards me in particular because she thinks I took it. I don't know, I wish there was more I could do but there isn't and especially feel bad for just moving on without them, so I thought maybe something with fem! Simon would cheer me up

Yeah, she definitely understands what you're going through right now, because she had to deal with the same thing with her own brother. She was able to essentially force him to clean up, but that was only because he was already well on the way to wanting to do so himself. She's acutely aware that you simply cannot help someone who doesn't want to be helped - she tried that for years.

She comforts you when she can and sympathizes with you for your guilt about not being able to do more. She knows there's nothing more you can do, and you know that too. But there isn't, and that knowledge doesn't make the guilt any easier to bear.

Simon tries to take your mind off of things - whether that be taking you on a little trip, having a date night in, or a day where you simply unplug. Something to get you to focus on your life, right here, right now. She wants you to make sure you're taking care of yourself too, after all.

If you ask, she'll be an open book about her brother, telling you how she helped him and what it took for him to get clean. However, she does kind of drive on the fact that it took a lot of time and setbacks. That, and she tells you she tried numerous times before he had finally hit low enough to consider accepting help. After all, there's only so much you can do when the person themselves is fighting against you.

She encourages you to be firm in your boundaries, because at the end of the day, your wellbeing needs to come first. Especially considering your sibling is making threats towards you, it raises Simon's guard. Whether they're serious about it or not, she's still a bit more watchful for a little while.

At the end of the day though, she does whatever she can to support you. She lets you vent, lets you talk things out, lets you discuss the guilt you feel for not being able to do more to help. She understands - she understands all of it, because she's been there herself. So whatever you need, she's there for you. At her core, even if she tries to hide it, she is a helper. Even if she tries to seem stoic and uncaring to others, that doesn't extend to you. For you, she'll drop everything and move mountains if she has to.

[manikas-whims]

Messing with Her

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki X Momo Yaoyorozu

Words: 1711

Rating: T

Read on: AO3 | FFnet

One. They are supposed to share just one lesson with the students of class B every week and yet somehow it has become the least bearable thing for Shouto. Although he isn’t much of an extrovert, he can bear with a few new faces but this doesn’t mean he’s ready to share seats with said new faces. And as if this isn’t enough, fate decides to play a dirty trick on him by giving him the worst possible seatmate for this particular class— Neito Monoma.

Not only does the blond hold some kind of personal grudge against class A but he is also nearly deranged. His obsession with annoying people is seriously worrisome. Negativity is known to eat away one’s inner conscience, deprive the person of liveliness and joy yet this boy thrives in chaos. Disaster fuels him like no drug can ever. And Shouto is extremely disgruntled to have to share a seat with him for a whole year.

He doesn’t pay heed to the crazy boy’s taunts and focuses on Sir Cementos, who is explaining something about strategizing which they’ll have to apply later on in test missions. His eyes glance ahead, stopping upon the back of a girl with silky, black locks next to an orange haired girl from class B. He sighs. It was his lovely, dark haired, seatmate herself who had suggested this new seat arrangement by drawing lots so as to help the two sections become more accustomed to one another and to make some new friends. Well he certainly does not need new friends. He is content with having her, Midoriya and Iida.

“Ohh so Mr. Cool Guy here is now ignoring me.” Monoma speaks, feigning a hurt expression.

Shouto finds the nickname funny, considering how hot-headed he gets when having to deal with idiots like these. But just like the rest of his classmates, he’s promised his class representatives that he’ll try to learn from this experience, not pick fights. And so, he tries to concentrate on what is being taught right in front of him.

“Is it your class rep, you’re thinking about?” Monoma says, his eyes now fixated on Yaoyorozu.

“Oh I know..” Monoma clicks his fingers, as if he’s discovered Shouto’s deepest, darkest secrets. “You’re thinking you’d rather sit with her than having to face a genius like me.”

Shouto huffs, cracking his neck to diffuse the annoyance building up within him. He has to! He promised Iida and Yaoyorozu.

“You think she’s better than me?” Monoma asks haughtily. This guy doesn’t know when to give up, does he?

Shouto ignores him.

“She is intelligent, I’ll give her that. But isn’t her kindness off-putting? I dunno, she almost seems too good to be true. Hey! Maybe she’s faking being nice to-”

“Fuck Off” The words escape Shouto’s lips before his rational mind can stop him.

It is only when the whole class turns towards him, some gasping in shock whilst several others hooting in approval of the possible incoming argument that he realizes he’s said the curse words loud enough for everyone to hear. He looks away, unfazed by everyone’s undivided attention on him. He only swears if it is to humiliate his bastard of a father. But people like Monoma press the right buttons, pushing him to lose his composure. It would’ve been fine if the arrogant boy had kept his snarky comments limited to him but he tried to insult Yaoyorozu, someone whom Shouto holds very important in his life, just like his other friends. He assures himself with that thought but wonders if he’d actually reacted the same way had it been Midoriya or Iida. Anyways, he couldn’t have just sat there and let the guy say whatever.

Sir Cementos puts down the chalk in his hand and opens his mouth to berate him for his language but Yaoyorozu beats their teacher to it.

“Todoroki-san! How could you?” she stands up, disappointment clear in her voice.

How could he? Normally, he would’ve simply told her that this stuck-up class B student just badmouthed her. But with an audience around, he can’t. He just knows that’ll hurt Yaoyorozu more than Monoma’s false remarks. So instead of stating the truth, he decides to lie. “Because he deserves.”

From the corner of his eyes, he can see Iida itching to chide him but is stopped by Midoriya.

“Swearing is wrong!” Yaoyorozu emphasizes, her hands resting on her hips. “Whether or not a person deserves it, is not as important as you spoiling your tongue by using such foul words.”

Here it is, her ‘good girl’ speech. Although she’s right, she can’t force everyone to stop swearing. And he’s already not the most ideal boy in his class. He is kind of a brooding, no-nonsense, cool sort of guy but that doesn’t mean he’s not bad. It may not be apparent but he’s just as handful as any other teenager. He doesn’t answer much to his sister and he treats his father like trash (which the man actually is). Oh! And not long ago, before the sports festival, he used to be pretty rude and uncaring about others. Its surprising that she and the rest of his classmates collectively decided to forget all of it as soon as he started opening up. So yeah, he doesn’t really care if swearing is wrong.

“It’s my tongue I’m spoiling, so you don’t need to worry.” He says with a shrug, earning some collective ‘oohs’ from the other students.

Her expression darkens at the nonchalance in his words. “I’m not worried. I just want you to apologize.”

Shouto’s eyes widen for the fraction of a second before returning to his stoic demeanor. Apologize? Him? To this jerk? And that too for cursing at Monoma because the blond was mocking her kind character? Not in a million years. If asked, he can share his soba with her but he will definitely not ask for this obnoxious boy’s forgiveness. He cocks his head to the side as he responds, “Or what?”

His words ensue a set of gasps, hoots and snickers. Even Bakugou quirks a brow in amusement. The sassy intonation in his words, makes Shouto question himself too. Crude words are one thing. But where is this coming from? He doesn’t remember ever speaking like this to anyone. Especially, since he had only meant to decline her request. Somehow he ended up saying these..challenging words!? He’s not in the position to challenge her for correcting him. So then, how did he let such words slip out of his mouth? Must be due to his time spent in the company of Bakugou and others at the provisional training.

Or is it because he enjoys messing with her? He knows she’s genuinely too sweet to scream at him for his words. Plus, he has noticed her always blushing cutely when he says something unpredictable. He isn’t sure why she reacts the way she does towards some of his actions but he likes it. He likes getting under her skin. He wants to witness how much she can take until she finally snaps back at him and takes action.

“Or..” she begins through gritted teeth, “I’ll never talk to you.”

His brows furrow immediately. The last time she stopped speaking to him was a disaster. Yes, he had talked it out with her. But he doesn’t have the energy to repeat that because he knows most of class A will be eavesdropping on them like the other time. He balls his palms into fists, the temperature rising on his left side whilst decreasing equally at his right. This isn’t fair. He didn’t expect her to be this strict on him. He isn’t saying that he’s special but she always does make him feel so. Wishing him good luck during tests, lending him spare stationary material by actually using her quirk to create it for him, offering him her expensive variety of tea and so much more. It’s just that her little gestures make him feel warm and happy..make him feel special and loved.. So now that she’s the one reprimanding him, it’s disheartening. Still, he cannot apologize to Monoma. He just can’t.

“It’s okay, Yaoyorozu-san.” Fortunately, the orange haired girl from class B intervenes. Kendo right? She’s the one who keeps her classmates in line. “I know Monoma is a bit provoking in nature.” She says sheepishly. “So there’s no need to say sorry to him. I think a written apology to your homeroom teacher will be better.” She suggests, looking awkwardly between Todoroki and Yaoyorozu.

Yaoyorozu bites her lip as if contemplating if she should agree or not but then relaxes visibly. “Fine then. Todoroki-san, please write an apology to Aizawa sensei.” With that said, she turns around, a frown still etched on her face to express her disappointment in him.

He watches the others turn back to Cementos, assuming the matter is over. But not for him. For some inexplicable reason, Shouto can’t get enough of this. He knows this isn’t a competition and that she wasn’t serious when she said what she did. He knows. Yet..

“Or what?”

“Or..I’ll never talk to you.”

The statement echoes in his head. He can’t believe that she shot back to his pugnacious words.

Shouto knows that it’s unnecessary and he’s being childish. But he can’t help himself from wanting to have the last word in this silly, one-sided argument with her. Maybe it’s his adolescent hormones kicking in but he wants to spite her, test her some more..

“Well then you better keep an eye on me or I won’t be writing that apology letter.” He drawls out but he doesn’t get to wait long. He sees Yaoyorozu instantly push her chair back with a noisy screech. In a few quick steps, she stomps towards him, glaring Monoma to get her message across. The blond boy immediately vacates the chair for her and she sits down next to Shouto, passing him a fiercer glare. He smirks, relishing in the hooting that follows anew as a result of his playful words.

Seriously, if all it takes is a few swear words and silly comebacks to make her sit by his side, then he’ll gladly do it all over again.

A/N: Amongst class A students, i think Shouto is the most badly behaved one. He's rude to people he doesn't like or doesn't respect, regardless of their age. There's so much I've noticed about him that I feel like he is the Bad Boy type right next to Bakugou 🤭

Well, I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing..

OH, I'M OPEN FOR REQUESTS NOW

If you have a scenario, AU or just sn idea about todomomo and you want me to write it, please comment about it here ☺

[luimnigh]

I think you mentioned before that some of RWBYJNR also alludes to charcters from wizard of Oz aside from ozpins circle. With a big theme of rwby is to be better than those before us I can believe this but could you explain to me who is which character and why if it wouldnt be to much hassel

I think I’ve gone through this before, but yeah the Dorothy-Scarecrow-Tin Man-Cowardly Lion quartet runs through a lot of our quartets.

This comes down to the fact that you can break down the latter three into the central dichotomies of their characters: stupid/smart, heartless/emotional, and cowardly/brave. Dorothy, meanwhile, doesn’t have much of a character journey, all she’s doing is trying to get home, so usually the way to identify the Dorothy of each quartet is by the process of elimination.

You can see this pattern appear amongst the quartets of the show:

Teachers, International:

Qrow is the Scarecrow. His drunkeness makes him look foolish, but he’s actually more aware of the actual goings on of the world than most. He’s smart and observant, but he’s signed away his decision-making to Ozpin because he trusts him so much.

Leo is the Cowardly Lion. I’ve always found this one odd, because unlike the two others we’ve seen, Leo doesn’t display the bravery part of his role, just the cowardice. The bravery is instead told to us by Ozpin, effectively meaning that Leo played out his inspiration’s development in reverse. 

Ironwood is the Tin Man. He cares, he cares so much, but the way he cares results in him taking actions that look outwardly heartless. 

Theodore is Dorothy. Now, we haven’t met Professor Theodore, but his name has the same etymology as “Dorothy”, so it isn’t hard to make a connection.

RWBY:

Ruby is Dorothy. She’s the girl in a dress who unexpectedly end up in the Land of Oz, and her little dog too. Plus she’s fighting several witches.

Weiss is the Tin Man. In the beginning, she’s cold and standoffish, uncaring of the plight of the faunus, kinda heartless. But this is learned behaviour, and the true Weiss that emerges is a loving, caring person desperate to right the wrongs her heartless father has committed in the family name.

Blake is the Cowardly Lion. She’s one of the most bravest people in the entire series, taking the weight of the entire faunus cause on her shoulders, but has been gaslit and abused into thinking that she’s a coward who always runs away from her problems. 

Yang is the Scarecrow. Your initial reaction to the character is that she’s a blonde party girl, and then she proves that this idea was never the truth. She’s smart, she’s an engineering whiz, she’s the first to ask questions and the last to stop looking for answers. 

RNJR/JNPR 2.0:

Ruby is once again Dorothy, but her role in this quartet has since been taken over by Oscar. He’s a young teen, raised on a farm by his aunt and uncle, who ends up in a world of magic and wonder. 

Ren is the Tin Man. Outwardly, he seems emotionless, and his semblance revolves around emotional suppression. But he’s actually incredibly emotional, and simply afraid of letting his emotions control him.

Nora is the Scarecrow. Once again, she outwardly looks unintelligent, but she’s actually incredibly intelligent, especially when it comes to emotional intelligence. 

Jaune is the Cowardly Lion. In early seasons, he flails and flounders while fighting, as he’s the most inexperienced and thus the most unused to these situations. Later on, he becomes the most afraid of losing people he loves. But this is a guy who signed up to a monster hunting school with no experience, and is willing to lay down his own life to save the people he loves. He is stupidly brave, full-on Gryffindor. 

STRQ:

Summer is Dorothy, because she was basically Ruby 0.5. She was the glue that held her team together.

Qrow is once again our Scarecrow.

Raven and Taiyang are a little more complicated, as you can see Tin Man and Cowardly Lion in both. On the one hand, Raven is so afraid of losing, of fighting a fight she can’t win, that she’s ruined her whole life to try and escape that fight. Meanwhile Tai is the only one of our parents who isn’t taking part in the fight in some way, he’s a retired Huntsman. On the other hand, Raven tries to act aloof and uncaring, but her semblance gives away that she cares for people in her life. And Tai is introduced to us as a man who once emotionally shut down, but is doing his best to be the most loving and caring father since then. 

(Oh hey, a sunshine-and-goth couple who share their allusions. Where have I heard that before? =p)

Teachers, Vale:

Ozpin, ironically, plays the Dorothy role amongst the four teachers at Beacon. He’s the one who comes from another world, and he’s the other who brings everyone together.

Glynda is the Tin Man. Strict and domineering, but she does actually care about her students. 

Oobleck is the Scarecrow. Tall and gangly, seemingly goofy, but highly intelligent and prizes knowledge above all else. 

Port is the Cowardly Lion. Constantly boasting and telling stories of his bravery, and the last of the teachers we actually see fight. 

WTCH:

Cinder is Dorothy. The young girl of the group, most important of the group, she’s the one with magical powers.

Hazel is the Tin Man. Appears to be stoic and aloof, actually a screaming ball of rage.

Watts is the Scarecrow. Seemingly the intelligent one, and boastful of it, but is making mistakes in Atlas that Cinder herself didn’t run into. 

Tyrian as the Cowardly Lion. The one who’s upfront, in your face, relishes in battle, but the moment he actually got hurt he went crying home to Mommy. 

Cinder’s Gang:

Cinder is once again Dorothy, as she is the focus of this group and the one who traveled around and collected them on her way to Oz. 

Emerald is the Scarecrow. She’s intelligent, she’s cunning, but she’s completely blind to Cinder’s manipulations. 

Neo seems to be playing this role currently. Cinder thinks she has her under her control thanks to some base manipulation, but Neo is smart enough to blame Cinder for Roman’s death, not Ruby. Also, an old offensive term for being mute, as Neo is, was called being dumb.

Mercury is the Tin Man. He says he doesn’t care. He very much does care. Also, the Tin Man is looking for a heart, and Mercury has had part of his soul removed. 

Cowardly Lion is split between Torchwick and Adam. Torchwick’s only motivation was survival, ie a fear of death, meanwhile Adam has references to being Lionized and despite all his power is nothing more than a coward.

And I think that’s all the ones we have so far. 

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

“Hey man, where were you?” Chin asked as Steve joined him for lunch.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Random drug test.”

Kono and Chin both shared a raised eyebrow look before Chin asked, “Excuse me? You? Mr. I-Can’t-Ever-Let-An-Old-Lady-Cross-The-Street-Herself, star quarterback, honor roll, 4.0 GPA McGarrett was tested for drugs?”

Kono scoffed out a chuckle, “Why?”

“Whittemore’s still pissed I’m captain. He saw me talking with Williams and started making accusations.” Steve explained with a shrug. His lying has gotten way better since being in a relationship with Danny.

Part of him really hates the secrecy. He doesn’t have a problem with it, and both he and Danny were strong enough to deal with anyone stupid enough to try to bully them. And yet...they just weren’t ready.

Their lives were too different. Steve worked his butt off to get where he is now so he could go to the best school and make his dad proud. He doesn’t have time to properly date anyway. The amount of work he had to put into to get the full ride to Stanford was insane. And maintaining everything so he doesn’t lose it is still hard work.

So his thing with Danny works.

Though he has to keep reminding himself constantly that it does.

He has to keep reminding himself what it is. Mostly physical. Somewhat romantic.

It would be so much easier if Danny was the persona he pretends to be. If he were that rude, uncaring, lost cause that society has given up on.

But he’s not.

Relationship wise? Steve’s never felt more intense orgasms than when Danny has a hand in it. Danny worships his body and makes him feel things he didn’t think were possible. Not to mention he’s an amazing kisser.

When Steve began to tutor him, he dreaded it. He just wanted to get the points that tutoring would get him and just be done with it. The moment the clock struck 4, he’d be gone.

But Danny wasn’t stupid, he just needed someone to explain it in a different way. He was so clever. And he was funny. Sarcastic with a humor that was right up Steve’s alley.

And the body? Yeah, okay Steve’s lost more than a few hour’s of sleep just thinking about Danny’s body even before they kissed.

Danny was also not as bad a guy as people at school make him out to be. Yeah, he smokes. Both weed and cigarettes but he’s not violent. He’s gotten in fights before but Steve’s come to learn that the guys that Danny’s gotten into fights with were the rich ass hats that think they can get away with anything because of their family status.

Danny also works! Yeah it’s at a garage and sometimes he misses days if not a full week of school to work, but it’s not because he doesn’t care about education. His family is big and sometimes income is low. So Danny provides for his family.

Danny was an amazing guy, but no one outside of his family, a few co-workers, and Steve knew it.

“You’re still tutoring Williams? ACT’s are done. If he can’t grasp the material now, is it even worth it?” Kono asked.

Steve shrugged, “Tutoring looks good on my resume.”

“Well, with how often he’s at school, I can’t see you being bothered too much by him,” Chin added.

Steve frowned for a moment before he remembered he had to smile.

That was something he was trying to avoid thinking about. Graduation was coming up. He himself was nervous but excited at the same time. He was very proud of what he’s been able to do and the school he got into. His dad was really proud too. He’d thrown Steve the biggest ‘congratulations’ party they could afford and it was amazing.

But Danny hadn’t gotten into college. He had tried, and only Steve knew.

Steve was there to hold Danny as he cried and called himself stupid and a failure. He did everything he could to reassure Danny that he wasn’t either. But Danny still wouldn’t be going to college this fall. Steve would.

“What’s so bloody special about the West Coast anyway?” Danny demanded.

“It’s one of the best schools, Danny!” Steve argued.

“What about your family? You’re big on family. I know you’re always worried about your kid sister. How are ya gonna keep her outta trouble all the way from over there?”

“Mary’s gotta grow up some time and she will. She’s proud of me, and so is my dad. I...why can’t you be proud of me too?”

“I just...I am proud Steve, it’s amazing how smart you are. I just...I don’t see why you can’t stay here…” the ‘with me’ was left unsaid, but Steve heard it.

“I have to see how far I can go, Danny. I’m sorry.’

Danny hadn’t talked to him for about two weeks after that. It was actually their first conversation that Whittemore witness. Danny doesn’t sell, but when he’s at school he does tend to hang out with those who do. According to Danny, Whittemore is a frequent buyer of steroids, which is why he was so good. Their conversation that Whittemore witness was so forced and school-related that Steve seemed a bit angry while Danny remained stoic. Whittemore tried to tease Steve about being cut off by Danny.

Steve felt like he was, but not in the way Whittemore thought.

They hadn’t broken up officially, but it felt like it.

“Williams residence, Clara speaking.”

“Hey, Mrs. Williams. This is Steve McGarrett. I’m Danny’s tutor. We were supposed to meet up at the library today but he never showed.”

“Oh, hello dear. So sorry about that. Daniel...he uh...he had a doctor’s appointment. Wasn’t feeling so well.”

“Is he alright?” Steve asked with concern.

“He will be. I’ll tell him you called. Stuart, was it?”

“Steve. Steve McGarrett.”

“Of course. Sorry. Bye-bye.”

Danny had kept himself from getting hit in the face, but apparently, he got in a lot more trouble after Steve told him he wasn’t going to stay in Jersey. One week he was gone because he got arrested in a bar brawl and it took some time for his dad to get the bail money.

Another week he was in the hospital because of a street brawl.

They hadn’t officially broken up so Steve got to see him some nights when Danny snuck into Steve’s room. He wouldn’t go into detail, they barely talked any more. They both knew it was ending and they just wanted to hold on to what they had left.

Steve hoped to see Danny at graduation, but the blonde was nowhere in sight. Steve tried to call many times, even go to visit but Danny was avoiding him like the plague.

Eventually, it was time for Steve to leave.

The first few weeks he still thought about Danny. Even called a few times, but no answer.

Weeks turned to months, months turned to years, and so much has happened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey! Look who’s back!”

Steve smiled as he hugged Kono. She led him through the crowd of parents and family to where Chin and Malia were. They both hugged her too.

“Hey man, good to see you.” Chin greeted.

“Very good to see you, Steve,” Malia added.

“Thanks, guys. How’s the score?” Steve asked as he tried to find Sara out in the field.

“Still zero zero. You’re not that late.” Chin informed him, then Malia told him which number Sara was. They cheered for their little soccer player, and he and Chin were ecstatic when Sara scored the winning goal.

Steve was standing by, not wanting to get too much in the way of Chin and Malia’s moment with Sara. That’s when he heard it.

“Daddy we won! We won!”

“I saw monkey! I’m so proud of you!”

Steve froze. He pushed a bit through the crowd to see if it was really him, and it was.

Danny. Looking amazing as ever and...god.

“Can we go celebrate with Sara?” Grace asked.

“Grace did kick the ball to Sara so they could win. I think they both deserve ice cream.” Kono said with a smile. She then saw Steve gaping at Danny. “Steve...you remember Danny Williams right?”

“Uh...I...um…”

“Is he okay?” Grace asked Sara.

Sara giggled and shrugged, “That’s my Uncle Steve. He’s kinda weird.”

“You’re a cop.” Steve blurted out. The badge was shiny and the sunlight bounced off of it.

Danny blinked and looked at it before he laughed, “Yeah. I am.”

“These things could get very rowdy, but luckily since Grace began playing and Danny coming to support her, the badge keeps some of the more overzealous parents at bay,” Malia informed him.

“I think Steve’s a bit more shocked about me being a cop than a referee...I’m sure Chin’s mentioned that I was....”

“Quite the bad boy,” Kono said with a smirk.

“Yeah. So being a cop might not be what he expected.” Danny said with an easy smile. Something he didn’t use to do. He would walk around angry at the world. This...this was a nice look on him.

“Ah. Well, how about that ice cream?” Malia asked.

“I agree that they both deserve it. We’ll meet you guys at Kamekona’s shaved ice?” Danny asked.

When they parted ways, Kono decided to drive with Steve.

“He’s...he’s got a kid. So uh...who...who did Danny marry?” Steve choked out. He hated it because Kono was never one to fall for his bullshit.

“A Brit named Rachel. Didn’t work out. They divorced about two years ago. Danny’s living the single father life now.” Kono informed him.

“And he’s a cop?”

“Detective actually. Damn good at it too. You should see how sexy he looks in his Camaro.”

“Are you and him..?” God, he hoped not. He wasn’t sure he could stomach it.

“Hm? No. I think I missed my boat. After they got divorced, Danny decided to stop living a lie and came out as bi with a preference to men.”

“Ah. Cool. Very cool.” Steve said as he tried to remain cool, but he was secretly freaking out on the inside.

At the ice cream place, the girls were running back and forth trying to decide what they should get while simultaneously telling Kamekona about their win.

Chin and Malia kept an eye on them while deciding what to get for themselves, while Kono caught up with Flippa.

Danny approached Steve with a smile, “Hey...welcome home.”

Damn butterflies in Steve’s stomach. “Thanks. Congrats on the win.”

“We would train hard and it paid off. The girls did great.” Danny smiled at Grace and Sara. There was a pause there that Steve hated. Danny thankfully said something. “Hey, I know this is out of the blue but...would you let me take you out to dinner sometime while you’re here?”

“Like a date?” Steve asked instead of just saying yes. But part of him had to know.

“If that’s what you want it to be. I know I would. For all the times I couldn’t before.”

“You’d owe me a lot of dates then,” Steve told him.

“Are you staying long enough for me to take you out that many times?”

“I am,” Steve answered.

“Then tomorrow. Movies and dinner, yeah?”

“Movies and dinner. Sounds perfect.”

So I know it’s not perfect but I’m fighting some writer’s block and I saw this idea posted by @five-hoe and I hope it’s okay >.> 

[daedriclorde]

A Thief In Wolf’s Clothing, Part I:Chapter 3, “Well Done, Footpad”

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Training went on, and Aerisif did find her strength to be increasing. She never dropped the greatsword anymore, and she blocked more blows than she took. Farkas, Aela, and Vilkas regularly came to The Bannered Mare to drink with Aerisif after training was done. Sometimes they’d wander outside of the tavern and through the streets of Whiterun. It seemed the Companions enjoyed drunken debauchery as much as thieves did. 

Aerisif enjoyed their company. It was easy to be around them, and they were never without mead or ale. Aerisif could so easily just hide her thoughts behind the bottle and listen to them share stories of their victories, and there were many to be shared. They would orate magnificent tales of glory, and Aerisif just had to sit and listen. Never had to open her mouth. 

One night after training, Aerisif and Farkas sat perched on the roof of the Drunken Huntsman. It was easily closer to dawn than dusk, and several empty bottles lay strewn about them. Aerisif had bet Farkas that she could climb to the rooftop faster than he could. Even with her newly developed muscles, her nimble frame easily won the bet. 

Hours later, the pair had lost steam but were not yet ready to call it a night.

“The moon is bright tonight,” Aerisif commented lazily. She took a sip from her ale. 

Farkas looked up at the moon with reverence. “It is.”

A peaceful silence sat between them.

“Kjolti?” Farkas broke the calm.

“Yeah?” Aerisif slurred.

“What did you do before you came here?”

She felt a dull thumping in her chest. She knew she should be more worried than she was. “What do you mean?”

Farkas turned to look at her, the moonlight reflected in his eyes. “Before you came here to join the Companions, what did you do?”

Aerisif blinked slowly.“I lived in Markarth.”

Farkas considered that. “I like Markarth. But what did you do there?”

Aerisif looked down at her boots. She didn’t like the idea of lying to Farkas anymore. He was so pure, it felt wrong. He didn’t mean any harm by asking about her, she could tell. 

She took a deep breath in, but continued to fix her gaze on her boots. Aerisif felt panic thump behind a screen of mead, unable to break through to stop her. “I was a thief.”

Farkas snapped his head toward her, his wild hair swinging around him. “A thief?” His voice was dark.

Aerisif met his eyes. They were angry, and his brow was furrowed. “A thief. What of it?” She had found some anger left herself.

“Your new armor. You stole it.” She could see the anger brewing in his eyes.

Uncaring, she matched his gaze. “Yes.”

“That isn’t honorable, Kjolti.”

“Yeah, well, life isn’t always full of honor, Farkas.” She didn’t mean to spit the words out but they fired like arrows over her lips anyways. “Sometimes, life is shit and you just gotta make the best of it. So I did.”

Farkas glared at her and stood. He jumped off the roof, landed with a heavy thud, and walked away.

Fuck, what have I done?

***

In her anxiety, Aerisif arrived at Jorrvaskr before dawn. She didn’t sleep at all. The possible consequences of her admission to Farkas were running in circles in her head. 

If Farkas had told Kodlak, or any of the other Companions for that matter, she was done for. While the occupants of Jorrvaskr may be wild and belligerent warriors, the one moral they held to was honor. 

She turned the corner to the back side of Jorrvaskr, unsure of what to see there.  The yard was empty. The pre-dawn blue glow filled the grounds.

Better get going anyways, she thought as she walked over to the weapon rack. She picked up her dulled training blade. Gripping it with both hands, Aerisif practiced the stances and movements Farkas had taught her.

Soon she began moving through the training grounds, blocking and swiping at invisible opponents. Her feet never faltered, the blade slicing exactly where she wanted it to strike.

In her focus, Aerisif did not notice the passing of time. It wasn’t until a sound from behind her disturbed her intensity that she realized the sun was high overhead.

She whirled around, panting, blade poised to strike. It was Farkas. 

Aerisif lowered her greatsword, embarrassed. She was unsure what to say. Her eyes searched Farkas’s face and body language for some indication of his mood, but the man was stoic as always. 

“Your form has improved a lot.” He finally said. 

Aerisif relaxed a little. “You’ve taught me well.” 

“Kjolti, I—“

“Have you told anyone?” She interrupted. Her nerves couldn’t handle it.

He shook his head. “No. I haven’t.”

She released the breath she had been holding. “Will you?”

“No.”

Relief flooded over her. 

“I want to show you something.” Farkas sounded so grave.

Aerisif was intrigued. “What is it?”

Farkas looked around. “Not here. Follow me.”

“Farkas, what—“ But he had already taken off in a light jog away from Jorrvaskr.

What the hell? Aerisif dropped the blade and ran to catch up.

She followed him through the Cloud District, as he wound through the houses. Farkas abruptly slowed to a walk and tried his hardest to look inconspicuous. He was unsuccessful. It almost made Aerisif laugh, watching this beast of man try to sneak.

Farkas finally stopped between an empty house and the city wall. He glanced around again, suspicious of even the bushes.

“Divines, Farkas, what has gotten into you?” Aerisif was a little winded, still unused to running in full armor. 

“Here.” Farkas shoved a small burlap sack into her hands.

Now she was worried. “Farkas, what is in here?”

He looked excited. “Open it!”

Aerisif held the bag out at arms length, half expecting something to jump out at her. When nothing did, she peered inside. She pulled out the object inside.

A tankard…?

She examined the tankard, totally bewildered. 

Aerisif raised an eyebrow. “Farkas, have you been touched by Sheogorath?”

“Look at it closer.”

The tankard was finely crafted. It had intricate engravings around the base and on the handle. 

“This isn’t from Jorrvaskr.”

“It isn’t.” Farkas looked…proud?

Aerisif eyed him suspiciously. “Farkas, where did you get this?”

“From Dragonsreach.”

She blinked in surprise. “From Dragonsreach?”

“I stole it.”

Aerisif was dumbstruck. “You stole it?”

He nodded, beaming.

She considered the tankard again. He stole this. Aerisif smiled, a real smile this time.

Aerisif looked up at Farkas and grinned. “Well done, footpad.”

***

“Come closer,” Aela ordered. “But move silently.”

Bow still drawn, Aerisif did as she had been commanded. The tall grass of the Whiterun plains swished around her legs. 

“Remember, focus on the target, not the arrow,” the huntress instructed. “Breathe in, and release.”

On the final word, Aerisif released the arrow into the crisp morning air. It struck the elk in the neck. The elk staggered. It regained its balance, and wide eyed it tried to run away from the predators. Before it had gone two paces, Aela’s arrow struck it in the eye and the elk crumpled. 

“Well done!” Aela praised. 

“You brought it down,” Aerisif pointed out. 

“Your shot was excellent and your aim true. This kill is ours. It does not belong to either of us alone.” 

Aerisif pondered on that as they approached the felled elk. Aela knelt before it. She pulled a hide roll from her pack, and unrolled it to display the various knives and skinning tools within. 

Aela skillfully cut open the carcass and withdrew the heart. Aerisif watched with curiosity. Aela pulled the most ornate of her knives out. The steel was clearly Eorland’s handiwork, but the handle was intricately carved antler, carefully polished to display the inlaid carvings. 

Placing the heart gently in front of her, Aela took the ceremonial knife with both hands and raised it above her head. “To Hircine!” she cried, bringing the knife down into the elk’s heart. 

She worships Daedra, Aerisif noted with surprise. Thoughts of the enigmatic mistress Aerisif served crossed her mind briefly before fluttering out again. Noctural didn’t much care for this kind of thing. 

Aerisif knelt and helped Aela clean the kill. 

“It’s always best to clean it right away, before you get to the city,” Aela instructed. “The sooner you can wrap it, the easier it will be. If you leave the offal out in the plains, the wolves and sabre cats go for that instead of your meat.”

Aerisif nodded silently as she wrapped meat in burlap.

“My mother was a Companion, before me.” Aela made conversation while they worked. She looked over to Aerisif, who was working with more focus that what was required. “My father trained me to hunt early on, so as to begin my preparations to follow in her footsteps.” Still, the recruit said nothing. “Unfortunately, my mother died before she could see me inducted into the ranks.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Aerisif managed stiffly. 

Aela perked up, pleased to get a response. “She died with honor, and that is all a true Nord can hope for. I am very proud to be her daughter.”

Aerisif skinned the animal with more force, and resumed her silence.

“I often go hunting with Skjor,” Aela continued to chatter. “I find that hunting with your partner builds trust and strengthens a relationship.” She was carefully watching Aerisif’s face. The raven haired woman was working hard to show no emotion. “The patience required, the communication, they are all boons to a couple.” 

Aerisif swallowed. “Quite the romantic date,” she jested, but there was some underlying edge to the joke.

Aela smiled anyways. “In our age, I find we have less need of grand romantic gestures. We would rather build a solid structure than go out and paint the town.”

Aerisif only nodded, but her face was struggling to maintain composure. 

Aela sighed. Clearly, she was not going to coax an answer out of her. She would need to be direct. “Kjolti, what troubles you? What past are you running away from?”

Aerisif stopped working. She looked up at High Hrothgar with sad eyes. “Why are you so sure it is my past I am running from?”

“You arrive on our doorstep, untrained in combat. Your race to become a warrior is like a deer fleeing from a sabre cat. You are running from something, or from someone.” 

Aerisif turned to look at her. “I’m running from nothing. Everything I had has been destroyed.”

“Everything? No family?” Aela raised an eyebrow.

“All gone. Everything, and everyone. Gone.” Aerisif was staring her fiercely in the eye, despite a renegade tear or two trickling down her face.

Aela nodded with understanding. She placed a gentle hand on Aerisif’s shoulder. “Then all there is to do is run toward, now.”

When they had finished, the woman had two equal piles between them. Aela had insisted Aerisif take half the kill before they had gone hunting.

“And this too, Shield-Sister,” Aela thrust the hide into Aerisif’s arms. 

“Aela, I’m not a—“

The fire haired huntress cut her off. “I don’t care. You will be.”

“I can’t take this, you earned it. Not me.”

“Kjolti. Just take it.”

“No.”

Aela sighed. “You are already stubborn as any Companion I know. Take the pelt, Kjolti. You need it more than I do.”

Aerisif’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

Aela stared back, unafraid of her show of intimidation. “I sleep comfortably in Jorrvaskr every night. My meals are made for me, the mead flows freely, and the fire burns constantly. My needs are met.” Aela was respectful enough to not point out directly that Aerisif had none of these things. 

Aerisif looked at the bloodied grass in front of her. “Right.” She looked up. “Well, thank you.”

Aela smiled. “You are welcome, Kjolti. I’m sure you can sell the meat to Anoriath, or even to Hulda, and I know Adrianne pays well for pelts. You could use the coin to buy some new boots to go with that new armor of yours.”

Aerisif glanced down at her boots. She had pulled them off some Imperial in the aftermath of Helgen. “I suppose I could,” she said. 

“You’ll want the best equipment possible for your Testing on Sundas,” Aela called. She was already a few paces ahead of Aerisif. “I know Vilkas is probably polishing his armor as we speak.”

Aerisif caught up. “He may be, but while Vilkas is shining his armor, I am out here honing my skills. Who is the true warrior among us?”

Aela laughed, tilting her head back. The huntress’s hearty laugh always lifted spirits. “Well said, kinsman!”