#ehhhh he's there enough he can get a tag

[every-sanji]

[crystalflygeo]

Intoxicating desire ft Baizhu + gn!reader

cw/tags: This one is more sensual/suggestive than straight up smut tbh. Reader has some experience while Baizhu doesn't and is guided along. Biting kink (reader giving) making out, slight dry humping I guess?? dirty talk if you squint?? idk what to tag

notes: Feeling a little odd/unsure about this one but a little someone inspired me to just post it ehhhh hope someone likes it. Guess it also counts as a lil revenge againts that someone hmmmm. Also yes I like to bite I want to bite him xdcgbhjnmkas. He'll be fine..... probably

“Just tell me if it’s too much” You smiled, warm yet mischievous.

Baizhu is panting already.

The two of you have barely done anything in all honestly, but just the fact of being here, now, with you. Doing this. It was enough to make all his thoughts scatter out of control.

You back a little but still nuzzle at his neck “Are you ok? Your breathing is harsh.”

Your voice is low, velvet, he can feel your breath ghosting at his skin and it makes him shiver. “…Y…Yeah” He manages.

“Should we stop?” There is concern in your tone and you scoot back a little from the spot sitting at the bed, avoiding contact as to not overwhelm him.

Instead, Baizhu pulls you closer eager for the grounding feeling he gets from you, slotting your hips together.

“No… it’s fine.”

Your cheeks warm up as you stare at his sharp golden eyes. One of his hands cups your face and your own arms surround his neck, though you take note of the fast pace of his heart “Are you sure? There’s no need to force it.”

Baizhu just nods, then pulls you in for a kiss. He really doesn’t feel up to talking. Right now, he wants to feel you as close as you can get.

You smile into the kiss and your hands start roaming, fumbling a little with his top. It’s intoxicating… these feelings.

You just want more.

Baizhu inhales sharply and his skin prickles with goosebumps as you slip your hands under his clothes, you lean in once more to kiss at his neck again.

“Ah… darling, what are you…?”

You bite down and Baizhu gasps.

You lap and suck at his neck softly, almost ticklish, threading your hands through his beautiful long green locks, and he shifts awkwardly. It feels so good. Once you’re done with that spot you move to another place down to his shoulder.

“Hng-” He’s desperately trying to stifle any sound wanting to escape from his mouth. Though that doesn’t stop the whimpers caught in his throat, reacting to his quickly heating cheeks.

“Holding back isn’t going to do you any good.” You suddenly mention, and he can almost picture your sly grin. “The whole point is for you to test out all these sensations.”

Baizhu’s glad you’re focused on his neck, he was sure he’d die if you saw his red face.

Both of your hands are at his bare torso now, they’re warm and incredibly soft making him shiver, until you lightly run your nails across his skin. A moan spills out of his mouth, low and needy, and he’s overwhelmingly embarrassed.

What kind of person gets so shamelessly turned on from just a touch like that? He feels stupid. Stupidly exposed. Stupidly turned on.

“Does it feel good?”

Don’t ask something like that!

He doesn’t answer and instead rests his forehead on your shoulder, panting softly. In response you bite again, lower on his collarbone and your right hand brushes down on his pants daringly. He gasps sharply in surprise, a burning heat settling in his stomach.

“Bai come on, tell me.” You mumble with a pout.

Oh, you’re not playing nice.

He nods, head buzzing with pleasure. “Nnng-... Hmmm” He can barely think straight. He just feels. Feels your hands teasing, your hair tickling his skin, your weight pressing on his body, your breath, your lips, his heart rattling, and he feels hot, so hot.

Suddenly his back presses against something soft yet firm: the bed covers. And he realizes he’s now lying on his back while you straddle his hips. Your mouth is hot and you whispers tiny things -he doesn't even know what anymore- while your lips work on his skin.

Baizhu's hands find their way onto your hips and they rest there while you kiss him. Right then you decide to bite yet again (you’re certainly keen on marking him aren’t you?) and his fingers dig on your sides.

You shiver in response and murmur in his ear, and he tries his best not to flinch. His skin is sensitive, his groin is sensitive and he doesn't think he can handle all this contact without exploding.

And then.

Then you grind your hips slowly and his breath catches.

He groans, deep and throaty, and involuntarily bucks into you, cock twitching in his pants.

"Sweet Archons" You hiss out. Clothes and all, you can feel him, and you want him so badly.

There is a pause, a moment of silence as both of you seem to catch your breaths and process what is happening. You look at the man lying under you, he's a totally new sight, so much different from the usual calm and collected Doctor of Liyue you know and love. Instead, his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat already forming, his eyebrows twitch slightly, golden viperine eyes staring right back at you and you can feel the lingering passion, excitement, lust.

For a moment you simply stare, as if analyzing him, peering deep into his being and committing this moment to memory, and it only makes him blush harder, his face getting way too hot. He finally averts his gaze in an attempt to calm down.

At that you blink back to reality, quickly pulling back and away from him -although reluctantly- giving him some space and rubbing at your arm awkwardly, biting your lip in apprehension. Did you just- That was- What was that? Did you go too far? Too fast?

“Um… w-woah” You babble. “Ah s-sorry! I promise I’ll take it slow...” ‘And control myself’ you add in your head, shoulders raising in embarrassment as you curled up and hide your face.

You shake your head, pushing that aside and turning to him.

“Baizhu...?”

The green-haired man lays still dazed and flustered, arm draped over his clearly red-hot face, still catching his breath, he gives a light cough an clears his throat “Hmmm you’re going to be the death of me, my dear...”

At that, of course, you promptly face-plant on a pillow.

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Surprise Homies!

Luke Hughes x college vlogger!reader

Sup Homies Masterlist

** I had this idea but wasn’t really sure how to write to so hopefully it makes sense & y’all like it**

"Okay boys, you ready? " You ask the guys as you finish setting up your camera. Nods come from all of them, so you hit record. You’re crouched in front of the camera blocking most of what’s behind you. 

"Sup homies & welcome back to the channel!! 

Todays video is going to be a bit different, but still fun!! I’ve had lots of people asking for a boyfriend tag, but I think those can get boring so we’re spicing it up. I have here some of our closest friends too, since we’re going to play a little game so without further ado, let’s get started.”

You step back & walk backwards towards the couch, where there’s a spot for you on the floor between Luke & Dylan. Ethan, Steve, Philippe & Jacob are on the sofa behind. As you sit down, the boys wave. Steves made a couple of appearances in the vlogs when the two of you are studying together, but none of the other boys have so they’re pretty excited. 

You plop down & Luke wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“This is Luke, my lover. Boys, introduce yourselves.” Quickly they go around & say their names. 

“So, some of you many recognize these lovely lads, as they all play for Michigan’s hockey team. Steve here is the reason I met these lunatics, and you may recognize him as my study buddy as we go through engineering hell together” You stick your hand up for a fist bump, which you get before continuing “the rest of them just want to be in the vid for some clout.”

They protest “dont lie! Dylan asked me to put instagram handles in the vid. Anyway! They’ve all been playing since they were tiny, and today, we’re going to be testing their hockey knowledge. I’ve got 5 questions, of varying difficulty for them. They’ll have 10 seconds to write down their answers on these” you grab the mini whiteboards out of the bag in front of you and pass them around 

“Okay, lets got going!!

Question 1, and if you guys can’t get this there’s no hope for you here”

“Hold up, what do we win?” Ethan pipes up “The satisfaction of beating your teammates isn’t enough?” he shrugs, “I mean yeah”

“Anyway, question 1. 

Name one of the greats who had a fun nickname. "

“What the hell is considered a fun nickname “ Steve asks as he starts writing

"ehhhh. times up. flip!!"

L: CuJo

S: the dominator 

D: Super Mario baby

E: The great one

J: Sid the kid

P: Finnish Flash

“Ethan, thats basic, so no point. Steve, who the fuck is that, Luke, Phil, Jacob you all get a point. Duker gets a bonus for being the only one to put Super Mario which is the best nickname, no question.”

“Dude, Dominik Hasek!” Steve says “oh okay, never heard him called that but” you pull up your phone “google says that was his nickname so you get a point. Moving on”

“Question 2, name Two teams to win back to back Stanley Cups at any point. Go” The boys are writing as you count down. “Done! Flip them” 

L: Tampa bay & Islanders

S: Red Wings & Tampa

D: Pittsburg, Montreal

E: Oilers, Canadiens 

J: Detroit & Toronto

P: Canadiens & Lightning

“Okay points for all good job boys. Next question, numba three!!

Give me 2 teams located in State, or provincial before you get your panties in a twist Ethan, capital.”

“Bruh I dont know geography!” Dylan complains. “Well, that sucks for you then”

“I though this was going to be stats or something!”

“So if I asked you to list the top scorers in NHL history you would get it?”

“Yeah probably!”

“That sucks for you then since I’m asking the questions. Go”

Dylans muttering to himself going “is that a capital” as the timer ticks down

L:  Rangers & Preds

S:  Avs (Denver) & Blue Jackets (Columbus)

D: Columbus & Boston??

E: Edmonton & Toronto 

J: Red Wings (duh)  hurricanes (hopefully)

P: Detroit & Boston

“Luke, you’re wrong no points!”

“Hang on, NYC isn’t the capital?”

“Dude even I know that & I’m Canadian”

“Jacob & Steve, you both get bonus points for actually putting teams, not just cities. Clearly the rest of the boys can’t listen” 

“Duker, good job you bullshitted your way through that”

“Thats my talent babe” he winks at the camera

“Question 4, What is the dumbest penalty that a team can get? “

“Is there a right answer here?” Jacob asks

“Yes, There is a correct answer, And if you don’t know this, clearly you don’t pay attention when we watch hockey together”

“Oh thats easy” Luke & Duke both say before writing 

“Time!! Flip.”

L: Too many men - can y’all not count or something (direct quote)

S: Too many men

D: Too many “idiots on the ice” 

E: Too many sticks? idfk

J: yelling at the ref (abuse of officials)

P: Too many men?

“Wow Jacob & Ethan, wow. I see how it is.”

“You know we’re normally playing when youre watching hockey right?” Jacob says in protest. 

“Well the others got it right so stop being a sore loser. The rest of you all get points. And get your shit together guys. Lukey, bonus point for the quote”

“Its not hard, you say it every time.”

“And yet, you idiots still get the penalty!! Think of poor Adam who had his hatty taken away the other weekend because you guys can’t count!”

“Okay lets move on. We’ve heard the rant before” Steve butts in before you can get too heated. 

You stick your tongue out at him but continue

“Final question, and you can get a lot of points here. There have been lots of brotherly duos that have played in the NHL” The boys immediately start protesting & talking over each other.

“Seriously?”

“Pretty sure this is blatant favouritsim”

“Oh Hell no” 

Putting your fingers in your mouth you whistle to get their attention. 

“Can I finish? Thank you. Now, there have been many brotherly duos play in the NHL. Name one duo where at least one of them has played at least one game this season. More obscure means more points, for a max of ten, so for example if you were to say a certain Canuck & his annoying brother, that’s easy as fuck so half a point. Since this requires some more brainpower, I’ll give you 20 seconds. Go”

“What if we dont know both their names?” “You’ll still get the points if you give one as long as it fits the criteria”

“Bro what the fuck?” 

“Who the hell” 

You sit there laughing at them as they try & come up with more obscure duos than the others. After 30 seconds, times up. 

“Flip em boys”

L: Mikey & Ryan Mcleod (Go Devs!!)

S: P sure Adrian Kempe had a brother 

D: Foudy Bros (CBJ!)

E: Willy & Alex Nylander

J: Reinhart (??)

P: Kevin Hayes

“Okay, honestly I dont know off the top of my head so imma google.”

��So Luke, you’re good, 2 points.  Dylan also good, three points .”

“Hey!” Luke protest 

“Shut it. Your brother plays with one of them so its not worth as much.”

“Ethan’s secretly a Leafs fan confirmed. Also 3 points”

“Philippe & Steven. One of your boys have played this season so 5 points for more obscure”

“But Jacob, I’m impressed. Even though you weren’t sure, you not only got 2 brothers, you’ve got 3!! And only one of them has played this year, Mr Sam Reinhart. I would’ve given you more if you had at least one first name, so 7 points for you!! Be more confident in your answer next time”

“Woah woah woah 7?!” Steve says

“What would it have taken to get ten?” Phil muses

“My game, my rules. Okay!” You clap your hands “Time to see who our winner is.”

You’ve got the scores on the whiteboard in front of you, just have to tally them up

“Alright, so here’s our final ranking

On the bottom  Ethan with 5 points. You did terrible. 

Not much better, we have Luke next with 6. What the hell babe, thats embarrassing for you.

Dylan in fourth with 7. Philippe with 9, 

Stevn has 10

And our winner, Jacob! With 11 points!! 

“WHOOOO!!”

“Can I just say, they’ve been alive longer than us so obviously they’d do better” 

“Ethan age has literally nothing to do with this. You just suck.” Jacob says

You stand up and talk to the camera

“Before this ends up in an argument or wrestling on the floor, Thanks for watching everyone! If you want to see more with these lovable idiots, check out the UMich hockey social media accounts. Maybe they’ll make some vlog appearances too! 

Love all you homies, see you in the next video!!

Luke pulls you down into his lap and you smile up at him while the boys argue, as your outro music plays in the video. 

Arms wrap around your shoulder and Luke presses a kiss to your neck. “Done babe?”

Smiling, you lean back in your desk chair & tip your head back for a kiss. “Just about”

“Hurry up I want cuddles” he whines. 

You giggle as you turn back to your laptop, double checking the title & thumbnail before scheduling the video to go live in place of your usual Sunday vlog. Hitting upload, you close you computer & join Luke on your bed.

“All done” you whisper before kissing him. He palms your ass, pulling you closer & says “good” before hungrily kissing you. You ignore the rest of your responsibilities to lay there together and cuddle, knowing your time like this is coming to an end soon. 

[riveriafalll]

Mega OC Questionaire!!!!!!!

Time to get to know Artemys Raine, I guess!

(psst this is her story)

Five things that make you happy

“Hmmm... there are several things that make me happy, but Magnus usually tells me that 'eight year olds shouldn't have that big of a knife collection'. I like tricking people, and I like the song that Alec always hums to himself when he makes coffee in the morning. I like feeding the pigeons on the windowsill in the morning, when New York is... well, slightly quieter than normal, and when it's foggy in Central Park and I can dance with the Fae."

If you could save just one person, who would it be?

“Myself. Always."

Tell us one of your funniest jokes

“I don't joke much really... Magnus says my humour is more suited to an eighty year old than an eight, but then again he's the one with all the t-shirt puns."

Where would you like to visit?

“I really want to go to Peru..."

When do you usually go to sleep?

“According to Alec, eight pm every night. Magnus is a pushover and lets me stay up to midnight."

Are you a jealous person?

“Jealous of what? Power? I have more than enough myself, although I'm always happy to collect more."

Have you committed a crime?

“Are you a cop?"

Do you have a chore you usually hate?

“Having to baby-sit grown-ass adult Shadowhunters who keep almost dying."

Tell me an embarrassing childhood story

“I was born. That was pretty embarrassing."

Are you a good person?

“Ehhhh...."

What’s the worst thing you’ve done? Do you regret it?

“I briefly locked Jace in a room with a duck, I have no regrets. (Magnus is reading this over my shoulder and says I should add all the murder I've done, but I think the duck was worse, honestly)

What’s the quickest way to make you laugh?

“Probably tickling me, but that's also the quickest way to get a knife in the gut."

What is your favorite song right now?

“Magnus keeps playing ABBA, and I like Fernando the best, although he always dances with me during 'Does Your Mother Know' which is fun."

Do you sometimes wish to be someone else?

“Sometimes."

Do you push forward or take time to rest?

“Time to rest is time to get stabbed in the back, if you need to heal, do it while planning."

What is your favorite drink?

“Coffee. As strong as I can get away with before Alec notices."

If you had to pick a single item of clothing or an accessory to wear for the rest of your life, what would it be?

“My backpack. It has everything I need in it, and most of what I own."

If you were forced to forget a single memory, what would it be?

“I assume this is meant to be some sort of deep, sentimental question, but I'd simply forget the memory of whatever I'd dreamt about last night."

What is a positive thing your worst enemy would say about you?

“One of them told me that I was quite tenacious just after he stabbed me. I would be more proud if it hadn't come from Valentine."

she's so sassy, i love her (yes, magnus is working on the therapy thing. no shes not convinced yet.)

adding my tag list (+/- lemme know) and an open tag!!!

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[gardensnakie]

i just had a thought, which is rare, and i decided to share it with you

what if omori spawned with sunny in your faraway stranger au? and whenever sunny decides to visit faraway again omori is forced to tag along and therefor meets stranger. this would be fun because of nightshade

no idea how this would happen since omori doesn’t really have the same motivation as stranger does, but y’know. it could be really gay? i just like nightshade okay-

Yeah, when i first got the idea of the faraway au, i wasnt sure what to do with omori he honestly kinda just evaporated from the plot cause i was caught up in the idea of stranger development if he were to be in the real world.

I was planning for stranger to meet sunny way way way later in the actual plot because of development stuff. Like dealing with normal human activites like eating properly, getting used to sleeping, etc. Then it gets to the point of participating in school, learning how to cook, and literally bonding with the rest of the friend group, man, he needs to learn a lot of stuff. I already had it in my head that stranger wouldn't be interested in the concept of dating at all. He doesnt get the idea of having a crush.

Of course, he knows what the word 'love' generally meant. He wanted to be loved by Sunny for a long while. Meaning, he wanted to be acknowleged, listened to for once, and cared for. Not necessarily in a romantic way.

Okay back to Faraway, it feels a bit wrong to legit eradicate omori (especially after i saw a post where it showed omori being more than just an apathetic child in in-game content; there really is depth and i like it so much. Him being a little sht is very cool and silly). I still have a lot of time to change my mind though, so maybe maybe so?

But then about the nightshade, i am dogwater at writing romance. I tried before but i always am like "ehhhh why is kissing romantic? Wait, what is romantic? Uhm- hold hands? But thats not enough for ROmance, BROmance people can hold hands. Hmm..." Then i give up. Bromance all around, yay, problem solved

i may or may not be aromantic, never had a solid like-like for anyone in my life

but yeah, i think ill have that idea for a while thank you :]

[the-void-writes]

OC in 15 or Less

Thank you @sergeantnarwhalwrites for the tag! Anyone is welcome to hop on, and I’ll tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques @tryingtimi @magefaery just in case you guys would like to join, no pressure 💖

The rules are to use 15 lines of dialogue or less that capture the vibes or personality of your character. Bonus points for being able to do it with one line, but it’s okay if you need more than one for context.

For this one, we’re doing Will from Freaks Of Preston. I tried to capture both his dramatic and funnier moments, but I’ve come to the realization that this kid is in desperate need of a personality lol

————————————————

1. “What for?! He doesn’t even love me!” Will rolled up his sleeve, revealing the pale scars that ran across his arm. “I’m his little burden, the curse on his family— Why does he insist on keeping me?!”

2. “I just got you back. I’m not losing you, never again.”

3. He hopped off the bed in a flash, ignoring the pain that shot through his legs, and the spinning in his head.

“Where is he,” Will said, “did he make it—”

“Will, you can’t get up yet!” Sarah pulled him back. “You have to rest.”

4. “You can call me anything, really— except William.” He scrunched his face up. “Or Willy. That just sounds like an old man.”

5. “How can you stand it?!” The boy waved his arms wildly. “They talk all sweet and act like they’re sorry, but they never even liked Jason to begin with. They’re glad he’s dead!”

6. Will grinned. “Is that… disco? The cheesy, seventies disco music that you rolled your eyes at six years ago?”

Jason shoved the CD back onto the shelf, clearing his throat excessively. “You didn’t see that.”

“No, I think I did.”

7. “Pay them no mind,” Vesely said. “They’re going to be bitter. You’re not to blame for it.”

Oh, I know, Will thought, an unamused frown flickering across his face, believe me.

8. Jin poked his shoulder. “So when’s the wedding, huh?”

Will huffed. “I just found out that people can be attractive, I don’t think we’ll get to ‘marriage’ levels for a while.”

9. “Yeah, it sucks to be sick all the time. On the other hand, I haven’t slept this easily in years.”

10. “I only started fighting because you made me. I wasn’t trying to be a hero or a god… I just wanted my family back.”

11. “There they are, the triumphant heroes!” Henry hugged them both over the side of the couch. “You survived your day with that old devil and his family. How do you feel?”

Jason and Will let out a simultaneous “ehhhh” of fatigue.

12. “I know a lot of you are hurt, but we need to get you out of this car in case it collapses. If you can move, I want you to head towards the door in the back. I’ll help any of you who are injured.”

13. “I get it, okay? I’m a filthy fucking Freak with no place in your world, and nothing I do will ever be enough for any of you. I’m sorry you have problems with us, but I really— really— don’t care! There are people up there waiting for us, and I’m gonna make sure they get to see their families again. Can we at least come together on that?!”

14. “I spent so long trying to pretend I was Human, and I hated it. There’s so many amazing things I can do, if I just stop hiding who I am.” Will stared at his hands. “I want to be proud of myself, for once.”

15. “Take whatever you need from me, just leave them alone.”

[demonsfate]

Imma be honest, chief. I liked Xiaoyu in Bloodline :/ I enjoyed her moments with Jin and Hwoarang, although I understand and agree with your post. I did like her in Blood Vengeance, but that was probably one of the only positive aspects of the movie. While they got her right, they also massacred Jin 💀 Seems like they miss a lot with both of them most of the time, at least in different media. The comics are not that good either. Do you think 8 will do them right again? I know for sure they're trying with Jin. I think, from the little glimpses we've seen of Xiao, that she might be her normal game self.

She was alright in Bloodline, but I meant like in terms of accuracy to her game self... she just doesn't feel like Xiao. Though, there were moments with her were kinda a pass for me. (The whole Devil Jin fiasco scene LOL. The scene with her against King is pretty silly - mostly due to the other scenes established in the show. Jin breaking Leroy's leg to the point he has a permanent limp, but Xiao can be thrown into a tree hard enough to leave an imprint and she just has a concussion lol)

The only positive aspect in BV in my opinion were Xiao and Alisa's characterization. If they had just made the movie a full fledge slice of life comedy between those two instead of trying to shoehorn all the Mishimas in it, I think it would've been better. But yeah - it's really sad how bad Jin was in that movie. Mostly bc he felt influenced by Tek6 Jin (thank FUCK Xiao wasn't influenced by Tek6 Xiao. Then the movie would've been unbearable.) Like him saying he doesn't care if the world gets destroyed by his and Kazuya's fight. Uhhhhhhh... do the writers need to be reminded why Jin wanted to kill Kazuya in the first place? Wasn't it to... oh I don't know... save the world?

So far, Tek8 is doing REALLY good with Jin characterization wise. Now story wise? Ehhhh... too soon to say. It has a lot of Tek6 references which kinda hinders it a bit. But so far, with the way Jin's behavior is a vast improvement and does remind me of his old self. As for Xiao, I'd say she was already improved quite a bit in Tek7. In fact, it's probably thanks to Blood Vengeance that Xiao was fixed. Considering she was massacred in Tek5, and then brutally tortured in Tek6, but it was Tag 2 where she was obviously influenced by Blood Vengeance. Instead of being a yandere like she was in Tek6, she went back to being shy about her crush regarding Jin (like she was in Tek4, just like in that game - in Tag 2, Miharu teases Xiao about her crush and she gets annoyed. Thank fuck she's not like "I'm gonna kill people so I can marry jin! :D" Jesus Christ) And Tek7 already removed her REALLY, beyond childish intros/outros that Tek5 added. (Such as the one where she's shaking and Scared, the one where she goes "uh-oh!" the one where she acts confused that she even won, and the one where she smacks her butt and says "bye-bye!" even if, admittedly i liked that one just fine. The rest were ughghughhh) And since it seems like she's gonna be important in the story this time around, I think Xiao is gonna be really good in Tek8, too. But as said - she was already being fixed faster than poor Jin was.

I think I'm gonna make a post about my opinions regarding Jin's depictions throughout all the adapted medias. (Since most of 'em are Bad, too.) but I will say the one thing I enjoyed about the comics - referring to the Tek7 one - is Jin and DJ's relationship. Whilst the comic doesn't exactly depict how I write their powers / being in control works, it does depict their dynamic quite well. It being a weird toxic one where DJ goes from being mocking to Jin, to DJ being very supportive and acting like he cares. It does that extremely well to what I've always pictured it, and I hope Tek8 will depict their relationship similar.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Spin Out

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: Jason Todd returns to Gotham after three years for the final time to win enough money to pay off Sheila’s debts.

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Street Racing AU, No Capes AU, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Bad Parent Sheila Haywood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Organized Crime, Jason Todd has Trust Issues, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Good Person Jason Todd, Stalker Bruce Wayne, Secret Identities, Secrets, Angst

Chapter Eleven: Emergency Room

Jason sat in the waiting room, rocking back and forth as tears streamed down his cheeks. Miranda rushed in and looked Jason over. Blood and vomit stained his coveralls. “What happened?” Miranda asked. Jason pulled away and wiped his face as the tears kept coming. 

“I had to put him on my—. He rode on my bike. The ambulance would’ve taken too—. It would’ve taken too long,” Jason cried, “I didn’t know what else to do. He told me he felt like something was wrong in his stomach… I put him on my bike because he was crying. I was—. And we got here, and he threw up all over me and passed out. I don’t—. I don’t know what happened. He was fine when I got to the house earlier.” 

“Jeremy’s talking to a doctor right now. I’m just glad you were there. Did Ethan call you?” Miranda questioned. Jason shook his head. 

“I was on my lunch break, and I wanted to talk to Uncle Jeremy… Ethan was by himself when I got there, so I called out to stay with him. I’m sorry,” Jason apologized, “I’m so sorry. This is—.”

“You were there for Ethan when he needed you. If you hadn’t shown up… Michael, you did good,” Miranda replied as she took a breath. Jeremy entered the room and nodded at her. 

“Michael, you saved Ethan’s life today. Do you know that?” Jeremy questioned. Jason could hear the shakiness in Jeremy’s voice as he said it. “How long have you been here? We got caught up in traffic. There was a pile-up… How did you—?”

“I’ve been here for a few hours. Nobody’s telling me anything. I took my bike. I know you—. I didn’t think an ambulance would get here faster than I could drive… I’m so sorry—.” 

“He’s out of surgery… They said we can go see him as soon as he wakes up. I’m gonna go to the car and get you a change of clothes. Mine might be a little big on—.”

“Where are Mason and Lindsay?” Jason asked.

“I dropped them off at a friend’s. They’re alright. Let’s get you changed, though,” Jeremy replied.

**

“You should go in. He probably wants to see—.” 

“Jason, he’s gonna wanna see you first. Trust me. Ethan’s very particular about things like that,” Jeremy replied as he nudged Jason forward. 

Jason closed his eyes as he entered the hospital room, and Ethan smiled. “Hiiii, Cousin,” Ethan slurred. 

“Hi, Ethan. How’s it going?” Jason asked. 

Ethan lifted his blanket. “Well, I still have both legs. What’d they take?” Ethan asked. “They took something out of me, right?” 

“Your appendix,” Jason answered. Ethan poked his lips out and chuckled. “What?” 

“At least they left my index and glossary,” Ethan replied. Jason grinned. “I love you, buddy. Are you okay?” 

“I’m okay now,” Jason whispered as he sat at Ethan’s bedside. 

“Hey… Are you mad at me? I threw up on you… I didn’t mean to,” Ethan apologized. 

Jason shook his head. “Think nothin’ of it… Do you feel better now that it’s gone?” Jason asked. Ethan bobbed his head from one side to the other. 

“Ehhhh… I’ll be honest, all this stuff feels weird. Aaaand… I need to see my Dad before my Mom. That’s the order—. I mean—.” 

“I can get him for you—.”

“But, I don’t want you to leave me. I want you to stay, okay?” Ethan asked. Jason nodded as he opened the door. “Jason—.” 

“It’s okay. I’m not going past the door… Uncle Jeremy,” Jason whispered. Jeremy followed him inside. 

Ethan reached for Jeremy, and Jeremy kissed his forehead. “Hey, Dad… This is the ice cream surgery, right?” Ethan asked. 

“Nope. That’s a tonsillectomy—.”

“Boo!” Ethan shouted. Jeremy chuckled. “Dad… The kids. Where are Lindsay and Mason?” 

“They’re with Dr. Shannon,” Jeremy answered, “Mom’s gonna come in while I talk to your doctor.” 

**

Jason slept on the floor by Ethan’s bed after the hospital removed the drain and discharged Ethan. But, Jason woke up when Ethan got up to use the bathroom. “I’m fine. Go back to bed,” Ethan whispered. Jason shook his head and wiped his eyes. 

“I’m alright. I’m gonna get a drink of water,” Jason whispered. 

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor. The daybed is right over—.”

Jason pinched Ethan’s cheek between his knuckles. “I know where the daybed is… Maybe I sleep better down here,” Jason lied as he walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. 

Lindsay was already in the kitchen eating a cookie. She held a finger to her lips, and he nodded. “Can I have one?” Jason whispered. She nodded and brought him one from the jar. “Thank you.”

“Are you going to be here tomorrow night, too?” Lindsay asked. Jason shook his head as he took a bite. “Why?” 

“I have to go to work tomorrow,” Jason answered. Lindsay pouted, and he picked her up. “I’ll come back to look after everybody on Sunday night.” 

“Why don’t you come to live with us? Everybody wants you to,” Lindsay whispered. 

Jason set his cookie down on a napkin and kissed her cheek. “You’re just being nice, Lindsay,” Jason smiled. 

“Nuh-uh. Everyone wants you here for real. Ethan said so… And Daddy said he loves you so much. We all do,” Lindsay insisted. Jason frowned. The past three days made him feel so normal. The kids made him feel more like an older brother than a cousin, and Miranda and Jeremy were happy to have someone around to help look after Ethan post-op. Jason liked being there. He liked having a real family that made noise and argued and played and laughed. Jason might’ve been happy growing up with a family like that. But no… He couldn’t want anything like that. He had to go home eventually to Sheila. That was the plan. Jason had to stick to his plan. 

Jason finished eating his cookie and carried Lindsay back to bed and tucked her in. “I love you, Jason… Don’t go tomorrow,” Lindsay frowned. 

“I’ll call you at lunch tomorrow… How ‘bout it, Cousin?” Jason whispered. Lindsay nodded. “And I love you too, Lindsay-Bug.” He shut her door and returned to his spot by Ethan’s bed, and Ethan turned his head. 

“Jason, I was twelve when I had my first real crush. I didn’t know I liked her, but I always felt kind of funny around her… Like I couldn’t say anything without feeling dumb later. And I had nightmares where I embarrassed myself in front of her all the time. I couldn’t sleep, and I actually had a panic attack when I was talking to her once. It was awful,” Ethan confessed.

“Yeah?” Jason asked. 

“And I don’t know… Then, she asked me out, and I was a little embarrassed because I didn’t know what to say. We went to the movies and then to get milkshakes… And when it was almost time for Dad to come and get us, she kissed me… And it was like—. Hm… I don’t know. But it felt like everything was finally okay,” Ethan whispered, “Do you get what I mean?” 

“I wish I did… But, I’ve never had a crush on anybody before,” Jason whispered. Ethan sat up. “Easy—.” 

“I’m alright… You’re telling me, you’ve never liked anybody? Or are you saying that because you think I’m too young to talk to about that kind of—?”

“No. I’ve never even kissed anyone. I promise I’m not lying. It’s much more embarrassing to mention at my age that I’ve never kissed anybody,” Jason answered. 

“You’ve never been kissed before?” Ethan asked. Jason hesitated. 

“I’ve been kissed… I’ve never kissed anyone by choice. That’s different. Isn’t it?” Jason questioned in reply.

Ethan softened. “I’m sorry… Jason, are you okay?” Ethan asked. Jason waved his hands. 

“No. No, I’m fine. Really—.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t. It might have a lot to do with why you don’t have a crush on anyone. Do you not trust people?” Ethan questioned. 

“Ethan, that’s not it… I just don’t have a crush on anyone. I haven’t had that kind of time to have those kind of—. Why are we talking about my love life?” Jason uncomfortably laughed. 

Ethan paused. “I guess I wanted to know something… But I don’t even think you know,” Ethan replied. Jason frowned and lay on his blankets on the floor. “I shouldn’t have—.”

“No, it’s fine, Ethan… I just—. Hm,” Jason paused. “What did you want to know?”

“I wanted to know if you’ve ever been in love,” Ethan replied, “But I’m kind of sad now… I hope you get to be happy someday.”“Thanks, Ethan… But I’m happy right now. It’s been great spending time with you guys these past few days,” Jason replied. And he meant it… Even if he couldn’t have it.

[hopenight]

So apparently I’m just going to share all my feral ass thoughts on the Raven Queen during EXU: Calamity

Out of all the deities that the world of Exandria has presented to us, I think that Raven Queen fascinates me the most.

To be fair though, this is true with most pantheons. I’ve had a standing fascination with gods whose domain includes death since I was small. I’m sure witch tumblr or something can explain that affinity and fascination that I’ve had with it.  (Nevermind my own existential death anxiety, which was sure fun to discover was a thing for me after my 18 year old dog died in my arms, but I digress). 

I wrote this on a reblog to another post about the Raven Queen that I can’t find now because my tagging system is non-existent, but I think what I find the most fascinating is that she was mortal.

The Raven Queen was a girl once. She had parents that she had a relationship with. Though whether or not it was a good one, I cannot say. I like to think that it was, but I see so many people go through so much trauma because of their parents I’d like for the god of fate and death to have seen her parents teach her kindness and compassion.

Maybe she learned how to sew or knit or weave at her mother’s knee. Maybe her father would carry her on his shoulders. Maybe they fought when she was a teenager, as all parents are wont to do with their kids. Maybe she snuck out to dance in the forest with friends and get tipsy on wine. 

Maybe she ran through feels and got sunburn on her shoulders, pale skin peeling red from enough time under the light. Or maybe she would sneak out to watch the stars and dream of “what if”. Maybe she had crushes and was told her laugh was “too obnoxious”. Was she told to be more ladylike as a child? Or was she too serious and shy, shunned by the other children for being awkward?

Did she have an innate talent for magic? Or did she study and learn until the power sparked up at her fingertips? 

She had desire to learn based on what see in EXU. She was a mage and a pretty damn good one. She was a teacher or at least it sounds like she was one based on what Patia reveals. The Raven Queen as a teacher makes a lot of sense and again is endlessly fascinating.

She had dreams, perhaps, before her ascension. Did she want a family? Did she want to focus on her career? Did she want to travel the world or the planes before her eyes turned to godhood? Before the God of Death did something that made her decide that he had to go? 

Now based on what we have, she ascended because the previous god of Death took, what’s been described as, a tyrannical stance over it. And I would certainly love to know what that means. She also was a follower of this God again, love to know what that means, especially in the Age of “gods who?” Arcanum. 

Does she miss being mortal, I wonder? 

I mean think about her situation. She described her situation with the other Prime Deities as “precarious” to Vax. The other gods took away what was to be her domain, death, and instead made her the goddess of the instance of death, of transition. They destroyed her rites (which, you know, valid) and either her name was removed as part of ritual (Ehhhh? Vecna still has his name) or the gods did like some sort of mega modify memory.

Were her parents still alive, I wonder? How do you handle that? Knowing your child’s face and name one moment and the next...nothing? Only the knowledge that your daughter has become a god. Did she have siblings? Did they have to mourn losing their sister? 

How lonely do you think she must be? Only she remembers her name? By the time the main campaigns of Critical Role have rolled around, anyone who remembered her as a mortal and loved her is long dead. 

Do you think that her followers understand that sort of loneliness? Feared by most mortals, disliked by the gods, alone in her realm as she watches the strings of fate. Does she remember learning how to weave at her mother’s knee? How to craft with those delicate strings as her mother carded a hand through her hair and called her by her name? 

Does she still wish that? To hear someone say her name? Or would hearing it really make everything too real? 

Maybe that’s why she sees out people who know loneliness: Vax’ildan, Purvan Suul, even Liev’tel had an air that read to me that she knew loneliness. Hell, I created a character for an Exandria campaign who is a cleric of the Raven Queen that had a lonely childhood. 

In her champions and her clerics, does she want to find someone who understands? She is a god, but she was mortal. Maybe she had to sacrifice that part of herself to become a god, but did she sacrifice all of it? 

Or maybe, in her lonely existence, she still feels like she is both.

Maybe, in her heart, she wishes that someone would call her by her name again. 

Just one last time. 

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Bigger They Are Harder They Fall

Warning: ehhhh, not many warnings, standard pokemon battles and flirting.

POV: Second (You/Your)

Notes: *Gasp* I can write fluff! This is news to me /j. Based upon a post by @bitebitesnap but this is more wholesome and less mean. (It’s an actual Joltik and not a marshmellow lol)

Tagged: @peachsodama

Summary: “He’s just super shy of people, I’m hoping to have him get used to people. He can battle just fine, but refuses to let anyone near but me.” You own a very human scared Joltik, and it’s just adorable.

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The train roared by loudly as you played on your switched, Monster Tracker Higher was an awesome game. Easily getting under the beasts feet and attacking away with your character. And your partner enjoyed the colorful lights on the screen, defatting the monster and completing another mission. Another step to getting the quest for the ultimate armor in game.  You looked down and pulled out a small piece of poke food, and held up up to where your breast pocket was. Something tiny and yellow sniffed it’s way out, and took the food to nibble on it. Looking up to see your train would be here in the next 30 minuets. 

“We’ll be home by nightfall.” You promised to your little friend. you got a click back in response, no doubt he’d be happy to be home. Social anxiety was common for your buddy here, and the limits were pushed by some unexpected problems when you got caught up in a mess in the city.  A small smile, holding out your hand, “Wanna come out?” you asked, “I promise you can hide the moment you don’t feel safe.” you promised, there was some movement in the pocket, as slowly your partner crawled out. Hopping onto your hand, but staying near the jacket’s sleeve to hide if need be. 

You smiled at the tiny Joltik, proud he was getting better, used to be afraid to even peak his head out. Now he was comfortable to let you pet down his body, and bury himself into the warmth of your palm. Tiny chitter and squeaks of happiness as your petted his back. 

Though the bubble of calmness was popped when loud yelling was heard. Which was enough to make your Joltik rush back up your sleeve and to his pocket to hide. You scowled a bit to the source of the sound, some jerk boosting for all to hear how strong his pokemon was. A Salamence by the look of it, and a very mean looking one. 

People really loved to make a spectacle of themselves huh? Your teacher taught you that much about people around here, she swore the fumes of the city’s grates just messed some people’s minds. 

“Small dick energy.” you sighed shaking your head, going to head back to your game and ignore the man.

Though it seems he heard you as angry eyes turned to you, “What did you say skank?” he asked getting in front of your face, ug, his breath was horrid.  You made a face, “You heard me, now kindly get out of my personal space.” you leaned back from his face and met the unkind blue eyes. 

Leaning up he wrinkled his nose at you, “Little bitches like you should learn to close your mouth of things you don’t get a say in.” he told you. You gave an unimpressed look, “And you really think anyone would fall for you.” you commented back, which only served to piss him off more. 

His face was red and angry, fury on his face was kind of amusing from your angle as veins throbbed on his neck and forehead. “You want to fight then? Mine would crush yours!” he near roared, people were now watching. Some were backing up to form a circle now to get out of any blast zones.

“I hardly think in a place like this is appropriate.” You said, as you did notice one of the Depot Agents rushing off, then looked back at the guy. “But suppose we’ll both get in trouble either way.” you said standing up with your bag on your shoulder. 

He smirked at that as his Salamence roared at that, thrashing it’s tail. Looking so sure and confident in himself, you wanted this fight to be quick without causing any damages. “What say you little buddy? Want to teach a jerk some lessons?” you asked to your pocket.  There was rustling as Joltik popped out and hopped up to your arm and down onto the ground. His fur was raised on end  as he glared at the Salamence. The man laughed at that, “That puny pokemon!?” he asked with a amused look on his face, “That’s really your choice?” 

You just shrugged at that, people were watching now as you knew your pokemon was much much faster than his. So why not make the large thing wear itself out? “Ti, agility!” you said as Joltik moved swiftly under the large thing. 

“Stomp that bug!” he growled, as the Salamence tried to move, the larger was much slower than your Ti. He moved too fast to keep up, easily now crawling up the other’s leg. 

“Bug bite!’ you said, as Ti obeyed and bit down onto the skin. Which really pissed off the pokemon as it was trying to shake off the tik, but couldn’t reach back to grab as Joltik moved too fast. Bitting all over the exposed skin and leaving welts as it went. 

The guy seemed to be in shock as he growled, “Burn it! Flamethrower!” he said, well that was just a bad idea. The Salamence was now tossing flames around to get Ti off it’s back. Which scared many to try and hunker down as flames sailed over head. You gritted your teeth dodging out of the way of some flames, “Ti! Discharge!” you called out loudly over the screaming.

Ti bit down hard on the neck of the thrashing pokemon, and suddenly a light show of electricity was seen. Covering the dragon pokemon and causing lights to flicker and some bulbs to shatter in them. 

Some covered their eyes at the show, as the fire died out. And slowly, the yellow light faded, and on the ground was the Salamence completely KOed. Ti jumped off it’s back and hopped it’s merry way over to you. You caught him with your hand as he laid down a little tired. Well he did just release all the stored up electricity from the past month in him. Ti really liked to feed on the volts of your other pokemon when they were sick. Jolteon being his favorite.

The guy looked completely horrified by his ‘strong’ pokemon laying out cold on the ground. By a little tik no less! Then the rage was back, “That’s impossible!” he roared at you, “That bug is barely bigger than my hand!” 

You shrugged at that as Ti crawled into your pocket again, “Guess bigger they are the harder they fall.” you deadpanned, the guy growled pulling out another pokemon ball. You narrowed your eyes, this was bad.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” a loud voice yelled out as people turned and quickly parted out of the way of the two coming their way over. An officer with them, they both didn’t look happy as they glared at the guy.  You knew them, Ingo and Emmet, owners of the place, you head your head down at that. “Pokemon battles are to be on the carts.” Ingo said firmly to the both of you, “And causing destruction of property isn’t look good.” he didn’t look at you but rather the one who caused the problem. 

This was how you ended up outside with some other, some people had gotten burns from the guys dragon, you were alright though. Sitting with a Blissy as your burns were treated on your arm, apparently your jacket stopped most of it, but some blistering was seen.  Officer Jenny was taking statements, and your had saw the guy you fought being taken in a police car. Ti was currently petting you pet him as you sat waiting to give yours. 

“I can’t even leave you for a second on your own, can I?” an amused and slightly annoyed voice said as you looked up to your teacher coming over. Elesa. You worked for the gym, and she was training you in Electric type pokemon. Job mostly entails battling trainers who game in to face her.  You looked sheepish at that as she looked at your arms and shook her head, “Uncoth man that was, Ingo told me everything.” she told you, “How’s Ti doing?”

Ti chittered at that nibbling on your finger playfully, though he had yet to let Elesa hold him, he didn’t hide from her. “Alright.” You said then looked a little embarrassed as the two Subway bosses came over. You had noted Emmet watching you the entire time, trying to focus on Ti to keep your attention off him.

You had your head down glumly at that and sighed, “I’m sorry for causing damage sirs.” You muttered to them, feeling really bad. You could have walked away or something. A hand ruffled your hair though at that. “Don’t worry about it, some broken bulbs are easy to replace, compared to the other, the damage you done was near nothing.” Ingo told you with a smile on his face to match his brothers. “We have been watching on the cameras and come quickly when the fighting started, you handled yourself well... but Elesa here tells us you have always been her top worker.”

You flushed at that, you only recently got a job at the gym, but rose through the ranks quickly. Stationed now in the final part before they reached Elesa. Ti chittered at that as you smiled at him and petted him again carefully, getting a purr at that.  “Awe! He’s so cute!” Emmet said as Ti looked to the guy and shrank back into your jacket again. Emmet looked confused at this his smile falling a bit.

You shook your head, “Don’t take it personally, Ti has Social Anxiety, he’s a great partner, but doesn’t like people.” you told him as Ti climbed onto your hand and into your jacket pocket. 

The smile then returned at that, “I am Emmet! Don’t see many trainers battle with Joltiks” He commented, which was true, most chose larger pokemon. You shrugged, but you did so who cared why? “You’re verrrry gentle to him!” he said with a smile that was soft and sweet.  Elesa nudged Ingo with a giggle as he shook his head fondly too. you looked confused for a moment then looked back at Emmet, “Yeah, he’s my partner and my friend since I was 10.” You told him. 

This made Emmet launch into how he watched you fight using how tiny Ti was to your advantage and his speed. You smiled as he happily told you facts he knew about Joltiks, and how he raises them also. And telling him the story of how you met Ti and he became your partner pokemon.

Before long his brother had left to go check on other people, and things seemed to be calming down. Emmet chattering away now about any pokemon fact he could, and even about his own team. And in return you told him about your Jolteon at home and Dedenne you had. “They are rascals, liking to chew on Jolt’s pins, much to her dismay.” you told Emmet with a laugh.

“They can’t produce it on their own, and have to find it, but you seem to be doing verrrry well though.” Emmet commented. You nodded, you loved your pokemon dearly, but suddenly your watch went off and you blinked. “Oh... crap, I have to get home, Jolt will be upset I missed feeding time.” You told him standing up, flustered, luckily Ingo promised you a way home as the train would make a stop for everyone who missed. So you didn’t have to pay for another ticket.

Emmet looked at that and took your hand, “Can I have your number?” he asked very forward as you stared at him. “So we can talk again later? Maybe even meet up?” he looked flustered now, his cheeks a soft pink.  You smiled at that and took your your phone, “Smile.” you said as you took his picture, finding the cute pink on his face was funny handing him your phone for his number.

Quickly he did the same for you, catching you looking at him when Ti poked out his head as you put in your number. Getting back your phone you smiled brighter, “I’ll text you this weekend, when I’m off.” you promised to him.

“I am Emmet, and I look forward to that.’ Emmet said in an excited tone too near bouncing on his feet. As you waved to him and ran off to get home in time before Jolt decided to make it your problem.

Emmet looked at your picture and felt giddy inside, he couldn’t wait to send you pictures of all his Joltiks! Maybe he could even invite you over! . . . Ingo was going to tease him to no end about this.

[gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher]

A tiny girl is in the shallows of the kiddy pool in a swimsuit. She has a nervous and concerned look on her little face, and she sits on the ground and sort of scrunches into herself.

A little boy splashes up to her and babbles. He's asking her to join him.

The little girl looks around. To her, everyone is staring at her. In a bad feeling way. "Nmn."

"Huh? Why?"

She's not really sure. It feels like if she gets up everyone will stare even more. Her swimsuit feels wrong. It feels bad. They're staring at it. "Nnnnn..."

He looks at her and how she's putting her hands. "Mm..." He looks at himself and then back at her. "..."

She pulls on her suit some more and wiggles around while she tries to make it feel OK.

His face lights up. "Ah!!" He pulls off his trunks and hands them to her. "Ya?"

She tries putting them on over her suit. The bad feeling is going away!! She follows after him as he crab walks back into the water. The water is so pretty, and now they can play tag!

A loud whistle sounds, and adults rush into the pool.

The world cuts and refocuses.

"...poor Phillip, they were so excited for this summer. Now the pool plans are ruined!"

"He's refusing to speak to anyone right now, what was he thinking? I mean, we all know they raised him better than that!"

"*>*>*>>* wasn't upset, she's too young. I know she is but, if this is something he's going to do again, can we let her spend time with him?"

Papa sighs. "I don't know dear, I just don't understand why he'd do this out of nowhere."

She's hiding by the doorway that goes up and up and up over her.

"Well, now that it's been a few hours we should try asking her what happened. Maybe she can explain."

"Maybe, but can she explain with complicated words like that? I don't want to overestimate her abilities. We don't need her to go mute again."

"Remember the grape game? We'll use that."

There's a pause. She rubs her feet in the carpet. The sun is going down and making the sky change. She likes when the little yellowy bit shows up. She likes this room, the carpet is the good one.

"It's worth a shot." Papa calls for her. "*^*^**^*^ can you please come in here?"

She waits a few seconds so they won't think she was there. "Mmhm?"

Mom's face -is missing. Their bodies are white blobs, their hair is invisible, they have no features.- Mom helps her sit on the tall chair. It's for big talking. "We're going to play the grape game, sweetie!" Papa gets them out of the fridge and puts them in the fun bowl. "Are we ready?"

"Mhm."

"Ok! Now, can we talk about the pool today?"

"...mhm." The grape was really sweet.

"Do you know what Phil did?"

"N...yea." He let her borrow his pants so the world stopped watching her.

"Did he have a reason to do that?"

"Mhm!"

Mom glanced at Papa who had a paper pad. "Did you ask him to take off his shorts?"

"No."

"Do you know...why he did that?"

"Mhm."

Mom tapped her pinky on the table. "Hm. Was it to be funny?"

"Nuh."

"Was it to make someone else mad?"

"Nuh."

"Was it because they felt uncomfortable?"

"No."

They looked at each other. Papa seemed to have a moment. "Wait. Was it that- or maybe, well it's worth a shot." He muttered. "Honey, were you feeling bad?"

"Yes."

"Did someone make you worried and he tried to distract them?"

"Um, may...sor...ehhhh." it was everyone. "Nuh dis-tr-a-ct."

"But you were worried about something?"

"Mhm."

"Was it your goggles?"

"Nuh."

"Was it your swimsuit?"

"Mhm!" She nodded really really hard.

The parents quietly discussed what that might mean after sending her into the other room with more grapes. She could talk a little more, but she couldn't do it if she got nervous. Sounds were easy.

"...but that doesn't make sense either. They couldn't be switching clothes when she didn't try to take anything off."

"Maybe she wasn't covered enough."

"Gosh, I didn't know she could even think about things like that yet. It's not too big or small, I just don't get it."

"A tag in the wrong spot? Maybe she just doesn't like- oh, she probably wanted to hide her private parts."

"But why? She's so young! We haven't even explained most of why we call them private parts."

"Who knows, maybe it's just an inate feeling. We've never had a normal child."

"...that's true. Is this my fault?"

"No, dear she's never had a problem with donations before. This is new, and we- we can figure it out together right?"

"Sigh. Yes, yes we will."

"^*^**^^*^ can you come back?"

She pads back to the table and sits on the floor. "Is Phil bad?"

Papa shook his head. "No, in fact now that we know the story I'll explain it to his parents. It sounds like he was trying to help. What he did is still wrong, but it was a much more innocent mistake than we thought."

Mom leaned down to pat her hair. "You know what? We're gonna go shopping."

"Shhhopping?" That was for big things!

"Mhm, you're going to get the swimsuit that you want. Ok? Just like your light up shoes. You can't go swimming if you can't walk around the pool."

"Fo me? Wow!"

Her parents nodded and Papa picked her up. "If you want to be a modest kid, why would we try to stop you?"

There's a flash of another memory. A slide show of her in a swim skirt and shirt over her other suit. Her passing the shirt to Phil when he's cold in the water. Her with a bad sunburn on her arms. Them together in their own full swim wear smiling at each other.

A flash to the future of her swimming in an outdoor while buildings are on fire around her, other human children crying. A few are in the pool to stay cool from all the heat around them. She doesn't seem to notice them at all.

Flash back to the two posed for a picture in matching swimsuits at a big Waterpark.

Flash forwards to Opal hiding at the bottom of a reactor pool to keep from being recaptured, medical equipment still holding part of the skin of her leg open to reveal the muscle and bone inside.

A final flash back to Phil and her proudly holding a fish they caught together, she's soaking wet and has a fresh bandaid on her hand.

- - -

A sad Opal sits on the edge of a pool somewhere deep underground.

(Apparently, since the original post got so long that it started falling apart, we are continuing this roleplay via a new and shiny fresh post. Enjoy! @gigglealongshiney-shadow-watcher)

Endless. That’s what the darkness is. Webby didn’t expect anything less. The dark left you uncertain and afraid of what might come and get you when you weren’t looking. This was also true of goddesses, it seemed.

Yet again, Webblin had not been comfortable in any sort of black in a long time.

The presence set itself heavy on her chosen form, smelling as sickeningly sweet as it had on the battlefield.

...

If only she knew that young girl’s name. That would make locating her - the real her - far easier.

As she keeps going in a direction that even she can’t identify, sound and feeling returns in drips and skips, as if on a warped record. First, there’s the tingle of warm sun, and something other than the barely present floor - which feels as cushioning as fresh grass for the briefest of moments. Bright, bubbling, laughter bursts from nowhere, echoes of two children who the world no longer knew. Webby lets herself smile.

Then, just as quickly, rat-tat-tat-tat, bang, crash, the thick and looming iron scent and shouted orders from a battle long since won. Animal roars punctuating the horrified screams. Music sticks in Webby’s head. She shakes it away with grit teeth and keeps moving, bare feet scraping against red-and-blue-stained concrete.

[kedreeva]

Im so fucking lucky my graphic tablets been rendered unusable by my stupid fucking laptops operating system because pretty people in skirts are one of my Top Weaknesses and i wouodve fucking considered NOT ONLY DRAWING IT but possibly attempting to fucking animate that shit (the hat throw too, becayse YES I HAVE UNFORTUNATELY READ THAT POST) and i absolutely DESPISE animating i am absolutely TERRIBLE at it

LISTEN SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE SHIT at least like,, only one of them has ever been at my actual flat,, and i only ever made or bought food or otherwise financially or materially supported like,,, half of them,, and only ever played therapist and Adult To Come To™ for like 25 of them,, they mainly just see me on the street and ask me to play with them or stay with them for a bit or whatever anyway now that i think of it depending on how lax our definition of unofficial adoption is i might have like 5 to 10 more but i dont think those count if theyre in a different country and ive completely lost any way of communicating with them,,, right,,? Actually no do Not answer that

YOU DO NOT GET TO COME IN HERE AND BRIBE ME WITH A FUCKING FIC SO I DONT FAIL MY CLASS GODDAMN IT KEDREEVA

Anyway so i know just about NOTHING about the shop except for like 5 mentioms of it in fics but i do have Thoughts on the interpersonal relationship that robin and steve appear to exhibit and i absolutely fully declare that they EMANATE platonic soulmates vibes (maybe qp even if anyones feeling generous just sayin) anyway they are so fucking stupid and they are so fucking smart and they both have one braincell but they can only use it for the other person like one of them only gets to use their braincell if its in place of the others braincell using it for said persons benefit (robin maybe gets tk use half of hers for herself the rest od the time steve only gets a quarter) anyway they strike me as both so very codependent but also very much capable of taking care of themselves but yk yk like thoughts like wheres the line between codependence and relying on another so much simply because they are so Close to you emotionally that they are kind of a part of you anyway is there even a line is there a line and like just idk mate theyre such dumbasses (esp steve) and steve is such a fucking lost puppy (part of why he end up with a full litter of pups ig)

Anyway i do not know much about hopper but i was really rooting for him in this ine fukcing fic where steves parents are being abusive shitheads and hopper gets him thr fuck outta there and him and wayne lowkey fight over custody of steve for a split second but then i found out hes a cop so i was instantly like ehhhh yk what maybe lets not put so much faith in him right away and then i was checking out that cws last night befire watching out of curiosity (NO IS TILL HAVENT SEEN ANY OF IT I GOT DISTRACTED BY AO3 AGAIN TILL 4 AM) and a commenter said that hes a bit of a dipshit to eleven at some point so like hmm mixed feelings dont know enough (ie dont know shit) abiut canon to have any opinions i could back up with aby sort of argument on him specifically

AND YES I DO KNOW WHO DMITRI IS AND I HAVE ONLY SEEN HIS NAME ONCE IN YOUR DAMNED POST KEDREEVA

I know a teeny tiny bit about the russians doing some fucked up shit at some point in the series and steve and robin getting tortured or something (because there was this scebe in this one fic where steve would constantly sneak in through the windoe and sleep eith robin in her bed after that debacle cause neither could sleep or something alomg the lines of that it was SOFT ok it was H/C OK but anyeay ive got NO clue who that fucker really is i imagine him as eithe some average stereotypically russian looking man or like fucking dartagnan but like that twink version of hik dont ask me whats going on in my brain but as i said THOUGHTS and OPINIONS™ (which i am so very unqualified to give)

ALSO I JSUT NOTICED THE FUCKING TAG YOU USED FOR THE ASKS TOU FUXK YOU FUCKER YOU MOTHERFUCKER THATS VERY SWEET YOU FUCKKING FUCKER

And apologies for the novek length ask (hope tumblr doesnt eat it cayse it usually eats any long asks i try to send) and the immense amount of misspellings but i have been outside in the cold for about 5 hours in a thin leather jacket so my fingers are kinda freezing and its also drizzling so ohone slippery

I cannot believe your computer's operating system hates me, specifically, like this. The hat throw is essential I'll have you know. Like he actually really loves the outfit except for that!! fucking!!! hat!!!

I think it's sweeeeeeet! You adopted many children because you are kind and good to them!! You are loved by small innocent beings that recognize you will help them!!

I am justified in offering any bribe I want, tyvm! It's on you if you want to accept it after doing well. I will be proud of you finishing such a big task either way!

Steve and Robin are definitely platonic soulmates! If you watch nothing else of the show, you simply MUST see the bathroom floor scene between them, you will cry over them with the rest of us. I can also advise you see the scene where they're tied up in the Russian holding room, lying on the floor confessing things to each other. Breaks my heart. I love them so much. They deserve cuddles. They DID totally get captured by Russians but I think you're missing the important part. They got captured because they were down in that base on ACCIDENT. Dustin got them into this mess, with help from Robin, and Erica. Steve was practically just along for the ride. And then the Russians CAUGHT THEM wandering around the base, and Steve took 1 look at the situation, decided that not all of them were going to make it, SOMEONE had to get caught and it sure as hell wasn't going to be His Children, so he purposely stayed behind. And when he called out to Robin, because he knew he couldn't hold the door the Russians were trying to get through by himself long enough, Robin (who you MUST understand, she is brand new, she's known Steve for like... a month, she's known Dustin for a day or two, she's known Erica for a few hours, she doesn't even KNOW about the Otherworld Shenanigans yet, as far as she knows this is just about commies in the basement) takes one look at Steve, at Dustin and Erica, and she bolts to his side knowing full well she's gonna get captured, too. But they are gonna make sure the kids don't. together.

Hopper is COMPLICATED. He's an asshole, no mincing that. He was a child soldier, or close to it, who was experimented on w/ chemical warfare bullshit that ensured his military-group companions either couldn't have kids or their kids were messed up and died as babies. Hopper fell in love and had a child, a little girl, who died when she was little (five or six-ish?), and it broke him, and him breaking also broke his relationship with his wife. Over the course of the show you get to witness that he desperately, desperately, just wants Family (and by god, who does THAT sound like) and to make sure no kids are ever harmed if he can help it. He was serving as chief of police because he didn't really know what else to do with himself, and then The Horrors happened and he realized oh fuck my mission in life is to protect El (and what that looks like varies, because what he WANTS and what he is CAPABLE of doing are separated by a canyon at times, he is a disaster of a human being but he's trying and they love each other even when they're screaming at each other) and make sure none of these dumbasses get hurt around her. And then he goes and falls in love with the mom that loves her kids more than life. Like, don't get me wrong he's still a dick. He's just also full to the brim with love. And they killed him in season 3, but he's fine now.

Dmitri, my beloved. he was the prison guard that was trying to save Hopper and help him escape the russian prison he'd ended up in due to nonsense.

I went and personally grabbed this screenshot from my own copies of the show, just so I could show you his smile upon realizing that Hopper starting a fight w/ him so they could beat the shit out of each other was actually NOT because he hates Dmitri, but so that he could grab things off the guards that separated them, so they could use those things to fight monsters with together. Oh!!! They are still friends!!!

anyway I want them to have upside down shenanigans instead of russian prison shenanigans. they deserve to fight each other and monsters. I want married couple bickering. I want them to hate each other for a while, but band together to fight off worse threats, but fall back to fighting each other after. I want... one of them to be injured and the other has to take care of them because they don't wanna be alone. "I'm the only one that can kill you, dickhead."

I'm sorry I didn't get to this sooner, I went and did responsible things like write my nanowrimo story and tend my birds and clean some stuff. But you gave me smiles all day, and I appreciate that, you are lovely <3

[smokedanced]

continuation for me yesterday yelling about people to please get to the enneagram personality theory so that i can yell about it with you - maybe i will make a quick tag that people can blacklist lol because this is probably half obscure shit

my thoughts on my ofmd muses’ enneagram types for now. (seriously, as 5/head type, i suck at vibe typing people, and i do sometimes change my mind later on my muses types as well. also usual note that if you type the same muses differently that is 100 percent as valid as my typing. it’s fictional characters, i’m not saying i’m more right than anybody else, and besides i love discussing differences in typing and people’s reasoning on it)

edward: 7w8, trifix 749, sx/sp. the 4-fix was the easiest for me to see, because i have a 4 fix. ed has 4-fix kind of self-absorbed energy, and i guess because i tend to overemphasise characters’ 4 ish qualities i spent a while thinking he was a core 4. he’s definitely not, though, but i was seeing the fix super clearly. he’s a 7w8, the 8-wing really strong (he’d be much more easy to get along with if he integrated his w6). the 7 need to run away from himself (think like - the doctor from dr who is a textbook 7, although they’re a 7w6 and ALSO i think stede is a 7w6 but his fixes are also totally different (712 or 721) and the double-compliant there, and the compliant wing, makes him look like a totally different type even though they’re both 7s) and escape negative emotions but the push of the 4 fix and the 4 need to overidentify with painful emotions and to wallow is like literally edward and his entire thing. lying in a blanket fort writing angsty lyrics wallowing is like peak 4 energy. running from one thing to another to seek adrenaline/excitement is peak 7 energy. and hear me out on the 9 fix. yes, ed has plenty of 8 ish qualities, but i think that’s the overidentification with the wing for his core 7. i see some 9 shit there. “i’m folding things. and that’s ok” you know when you see him like... just kinda shrug and be? go with the flow? 9 energy. also he’s the most social blind dude i’ve ever s- ok no he’s not, but still. sx/sp for sure. sexual (if you don’t know: instinctual stacking “sexual” instinct doesn’t literally mean sex, it’s more this quality of energy, the need to merge with people, things, and come out of it changed, deep dives) first big time. like, i’m sexual blind (here again to point out how it has nothing to do with sex - i’m not ace, i’m extremely kinky. it’s the energy. and my aversion to merging - even in sexual/romantic relationships i prefer bonding (social) over merging) and my energy vs ed’s energy is like polar opposites. well. not always because interestingly enough i also have a 4 fix and a 9 fix. but the core 7 vs 5 makes a fucking big difference there too (7s run away from themselves, 5s run away from the world)

i didn’t mean to start comparing to myself, but EHHHH.

izzy: boy has like peak unhealthy 1 energy. i don’t know yet if he’s more 1w9 or 1w2, because i originally thought 1w9, but is that just because i write a very prominently 1w2 muse (castiel from supernatural) and these muses are very, very extremely different from each other? the thing is, you can share a type and still be vastly different. but type 1 either way, he has the 1-ish high-strung rigid energy. i’m finding typing his fixes really hard. i have no idea what his heart fix is, might be a 3. i also have no idea what his head fix is, but it’s not 7. either 5 or 6. 136, 135, 146? i don’t know. or, idk the order of head/heart for him either. he’s also social blind, but i can’t tell if he’s sp/sx or sx/sp. it’s a journey lolol

lucius: my current best guess is 4w5??????? i still haven’t shut down 3w2 (interestingly: no to 4w3 and 3w4 both), and my third option was 6w7 but i doubt it, i think he’s a heart type. 6 fix for head fix anyway. no idea about gut fix. 46? 36? well he’s not triple attachment for sure. yeah i lean towards core 4 over core 3 because he has some hexad energy there especially if his head fix is an attachment fix anyway. so/sx probably, but definitely social first. yeah you know i think he’s a 4, and the reason i can see some 3w2 vibes is the 6 fix, actually

[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

[laughingmagi]

———  BASICS  !

(PEN)NAME:   Iggy

PRONOUNS:  they/them

ZODIAC  SIGN:  virgo

SINGLE / TAKEN:  single

———  THREE  FACTS  !

i’m a mostly femme presenting enby, partially due to being pretty ambiguous to gender binary overall, and the rest is just that a like putting on makeup and frocks. I fully believe I would feel the same way if I were amab.

i’ve never beat a Pokemon game, which is only on my mind because I just started playing HeartGold (on an emulator shhhhhhhh, I like older video games but the industry is really allergic to preservation).

I started drinking tea instead of coffee over the past year, loose leaf only. I have two tea pots, one a basic bitch glass one, the other a small ceramic pot with an owl painted on it.

———  EXPERIENCE  !

PLATFORMS USED:  tumblr and Discord. Used to RP on Skype, too, and maaaaaany moons ago I played tabletop Vampire: The Masquerade. With dice and everything.

HOW LONG?  Been RPing on tumblr since 2013, baybee.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE  !

GENDER:  Ehhhh....The scales might tip a little closer to male characters, but I’m fine with females.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): Okay, so this is prolly gonna come off as fiddly and particular, but I don’t have so much an issue with a single face claim, but more the issue of how ones with iconic roles are used. For example, say you want to use Harrison Ford as a face claim. Great, brilliant, he’s got a great face, he contributed to my sexual awakening. When you’re choosing icons, maybe don’t use caps from Star Wars or Indiana Jones, because frankly, you can tell me you chose him for your character, regardless or if they’re OC or canon, and I see Han Solo in your reply, it’s going to pull me out of it, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t call it a dealbreaker, but it just irritates me.

MULTI OR SINGLE: I do it all baby, but I’ll admit the activity is a bit slow on my multi.

———  FLUFF  /  ANGST  /  SMUT  !  ♡    

FLUFF: Big fan, can’t get enough.

ANGST:  i like it but I prefer it with a partner I’m in open communication with, I’ve found that otherwise it becomes tragic back story Olympics and I just find that exhausting.

SMUT:  i’ll write it with the right partner, you know if we hit it off. I will not write it with someone I have not talked to out of character. I tend to write it mostly on Discord because tumblr’s cuts don’t thread proper anymore. It’s fucking broken and the don’t seem willing or able to fix it. Now I’ll thread it without a cut but I do sometimes feel a bit guilty because I know people don’t always want to see it regardless of how well it’s written. Blame the years and years of slut shaming nonsense that I’ve experienced as an erotica writer in fandom. oh you lot wanna read it but god forbid you respect the person that writes it, no I’m not bitter.

PLOT  /  MEMES: Bit of both?

stolen from: @mystictricks

tagging: steal from me~

[shadow-night]

Bounty Hunter in the Shadows Chapter 1

More chapters here on Ao3.

Story Tags: Erasermic, Friends to Lovers, young Aizawa Shouta, young Yamada Hizashi, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, Hurt/ Comfort, Angst and Feels, Comedy, Fluff, mental breakdown, PTSD, flashbacks, self-medication, drug use, homelessness, homeless Aizawa Shouta, unhealthy coping mechanisms, survivor guilt, cats, growing gp, character study, character development, recovery

Chapter 1: Aizawa and Yamada

Finally graduation day arrived. Aizawa held his UA high school diploma in his hands. This was a joyous occasion – or at least it should be. He should feel proud, which he did to an extent. Aizawa could not help but find the entire event nostalgic before it was even over.

He was a little proud he managed to pull through and finished school, graduating from the most famous hero school in Japan no less, but he also felt a deeply routed guilt. Yamada was joking and laughing with friends. Everyone was loud and happy, yet someone was missing.

Yamada tore Aizawa from his thoughts as he excitedly called out to him. Aizawa put on a teasing smile, silencing him with a quirk and vanished. It was meant as a joke but it also was great to escape his classmates.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the endless amounts of texts Yamada sent him. He could practically hear the disappointed yelling while reading about how he had missed all the group photos. He didn't even bother to listen to the voice messages or pick his phone up when it rang. Aizawa went home and relaxed on his bed, knowing his foster parents wouldn't get home until later.  He wondered what would happen if he left right this moment without another word to anyone. His suitcase was already packed.

A new message lit up his phone's home screen. Aizawa reached for the device, only now bothering to look at the chat.

Yamada:

We're all going out to eat tonight. Will you come?

Aizawa:

No. I promised them dinner.

It was true. He had promised his foster parents a ‘goodbye dinner’ before moving out. It was the reason why he didn't leave right this afternoon. They were decent people and were kind enough to give him space and not pressure him into spending more time together, so when they asked if he would have dinner with them tonight he couldn't say no.

Yamada:

But you're leaving tomorrow morning, right?! When will we see each other again??

That was a good point. It still hadn't quite sunken in that they would not be back at school again soon. They wouldn't just leave school for a weekend or a holiday, but forever. Aizawa almost regretted not staying longer at school now, though he also knew that it wasn't his thing. Seeing everyone excited for the future and sad they would part would have been a little too much. He was happier alone in his bedroom.

Yamada:

Can I come over?

 Aizawa:

What about dinner?

 Yamada:

We meet later. I'll come over.

Well. Now that that was decided all there was left to do was to wait for the energetic blonde. Wherever Yamada had been, he couldn't have been too far from his home. He was out of breath when, ten minutes later, he rang the doorbell non stop until the door was opened for him.

"Come on in." Aizawa said and they headed over to the brunet's room, where they sat down on the bed. At least Aizawa sat down. Yamada flopped onto the mattress still trying to catch his breath.

"You could have walked here." Aizawa noted.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to miss any more time! Who knows when we'll see each other again!" Yamada said.

"You're the one who wanted to work in America." Aizawa reminded him.

"I knoooow." Yamada whined, but then a grin returned to his face. "But I'm sure it's gonna be awesome!" he said determinedly.

"Just don't start talking to me in English all the time." Aizawa said and realized that he really would miss Yamada.

During their first year at U.A. he did not get particularly close with anyone but Shirakumo and  Yamada. In their second year Aizawa had allowed himself to befriend Kayama a little. The cat Aizawa and Shirakumo found and gave to her had helped a lot in terms of befriending the girl who was a grade ahead of them.

After Shirakumo's death Aizawa made sure it stayed that way and distanced himself from others. He couldn't bear the thought of getting close to someone again only to loose them later. He looked at Yamada who lay on his back next to him on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Aizawa didn't want to think about how he would react if anything happened to the blonde.

"What train will you take tomorrow morning?" Yamada suddenly asked.

"Why? Don't tell me you want to meet me at the station." Aizawas tone was flat and seemingly uninterested.

"Ehhhh? Why not?!"

"You'll be hung-over." Aizawa stated.

"What? You really think us aspiring pro heroes will succumb to underage drinking?!" Yamada called out in mock surprise as if they hadn't- together in fact- gotten drunk before. Then he turned more serious. "I'd still come if you told me what time the train left." Yamada claimed.

"At 8:00 in the morning? Are you sure?" Aizawa said, a small smirk ghosting on his lips.

"Damn. That's early. Why are you torturing yourself like that?" Yamada asked, knowing how much Aizawa hated getting up early himself. Though, to be fair Aizawa seemed unhappy about getting up at any time. Insomnia was a real pain in the ass.

"I'll still come." Yamada said.

Aizawa just gave a low hum.

"You don't believe me! You'll see. I'll be there!" Yamada bumped his fist into Aizawa's shoulder.

"I didn't say anything." Aizawa said, raising his hands, showing his palms.

"Anyways." Yamada huffed. "You'll have to send me pictures of your apartment when you get there, alright."

"It's shitty. Nothing worth showing off." Aizawa protested.

"I don't care. I just want to see pictures."

"I'll send you pictures of the cockroaches I'll room with." Aizawa teased.

"Please don't!" Yamada looked horrified.

"You get those or nothing." Aizawa shrugged. This was nice. It was easy banter, just the two of them, nothing too overwhelming.

They fell into a comfortable silence, Yamada's eyes landing on Aizawa's packed suitcase.

Yamada had been surprised when Aizawa told him he would leave Musutafu the day after their graduation. He himself would travel to the US soon after the school year ended, but his flight went a week after graduation, giving him enough time to say goodbye to classmates and family. Well, Aizawa could count the friends he had on two fingers and he also did not have much family. Yamada did not know Aizawa’s host family particularly well but the few times he met them they seemed nice. Yamada could not help but wonder if Aizawa left so soon because he felt uncomfortable around them or if it had to do with Aizawa's general attitude and mood ever since their work study ended in their second year.

Yamada had a great support system at home but it was difficult mourning their dead friend himself and helping Aizawa at the same time. Shirakumo's death hit them both hard, though Aizawa definitely had a less healthy way of coping and far less support or people who didn't offer the support he needed which ended in him changing host families a month after their work study. It had been painful to watch Aizawa train in the Gym to the point he was so exhausted he fell asleep in their classes. Yamada had done his best to be there and watch Aizawa as often as he could, sometimes even training with him. It made them grow closer over time.

"You've got to take care of yourself." Yamada broke the silence.

Aizawa frowned, then looked away from the blonde. "You too."

"Hey, you missed out on all the pictures we took, let's take some now!" Yamada changed the subject. They wouldn't see each other in quite a while so they shouldn't just mop around. Aizawa was not impressed by the idea, but when Yamada sat up on the bed and sat right next to him he tilted his head towards the blonde as he held up his phone. Within minutes Yamada's camera roll filled up with new pictures of them both.

"You should leave soon, if you don't want to be late." Aizawa said eventually as he took notice of the time.

"I guess." Yamada said and sat up on the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright?" He reminded Aizawa.

"Don't trouble yourself. It will be fine if you don't." He said.

The door fell shut and Aizawa stood alone in the quiet house. Dinner with his foster parents also was a quiet affair. He appreciated that. They did not try to get him to talk more than usual or try to talk him out of things last minute. They asked if he finished packing and if he still needed something, as if anything was worth the trouble of going out this late at night. There were plenty of stores with the same products where he moved. He let them know he had everything he needed and stayed seated at the table after dinner. They drank tea and let it sink in that things would be different from now on.

The night seemed to drag on forever and Aizawa barely slept. He got up early, even earlier than he had to, so he could make breakfast for everyone. He made his host parents favorite tea, put six slices of bread in the toaster oven and got out a pot to make miso soup. He didn't have to cook but even he could make something as simple as miso soup with tofu and seaweed. He set out the jam for the bread and got out some plates when his host parents came out.

Aizawa checked his phone when he got his suitcase after breakfast. No new messages showed up. The blonde sent him a few photos during the night, so Aizawa knew his classmates drank alcohol and stayed up until the early morning hours. He tried to ignore the slight pang in his chest. It was good Yamada had fun last night. He should rest now. They could talk over the phone later, he told himself pocketing his phone. He looked around the room one final time. It was clean and he already pulled the sheets off and put them into the washing machine.

"Remember you can call us anytime." His host mother told him as they stood in the entrance. Aizawa gave a slight nod to signal he heard her as he tied his shoes.

"Don't hesitate to ask for help." Her husband added.

"Thank you. For everything." Aizawa said, looking them in the eyes. He even gave both a hug before he stepped outside and pulled his suitcase to the station.

When Aizawa arrived at the nearest tram station, he realized he gave Yamada the time his other train would leave from the bigger train station. So even if the blonde intended to come he might have thought of the wrong place. He checked his phone but no new notifications showed up. Aizawa pocketed his phone as the tram came to a stop. The small tram was packed with people going to work and Aizawa shuffled to the door, pulling his suitcase as close as possible. He gave an apologetic nod to an older lady close to him. Aizawa focused his eyes outside the window looking at the familiar houses and stores passing by.

Finally the tram reached the central station. He arrived with some time to spare and checked his phone while he stood waiting at the platform. He felt a little forgotten but tried his best to push the feeling aside. He told Yamada not to worry about coming, so it wasn't fair to be mad at him for not showing up.

He could hear his train enter the station and then, even louder than the arriving train his name. "Aizawaaaaaaa!" He knew that voice.

Aizawa turned around to the direction the call had come from and saw Yamada running into the station. Several people held their ears and stared at the blond in irritation. He would have to get to this platform, but the train just arrived so there was enough time. Aizawa couldn't help but smile.

When Yamada finally came running down the stairs he looked like he would throw up any second. "The things I do for you." he huffed out of breath when he came to a stop in front of Aizawa.

"I told you, you didn't have to come." Aizawa said, but his smile gave him away.

"Please just tell me you are happy to see me so that it was worth coming." Yamada begged. He wore a t-shirt with an unidentifiable stain on it and one of his shoelaces was open. He was very pale and his unstyled hair hung in his face.

"Yeah. I'm happy." Aizawa gave in. "Thank's for coming." He said just as Yamada stepped away from him and threw up over the other side of the platform where no train was.

"Are you alright?" Aizawa asked, holding the other's hair back. Other people were stared more or less subtly.

"Ugh..." Yamada groaned. Aizawa glanced at the clock, "Wait here. I'll be right back." He said and jogged to a vending machine to get some water.

"Thank's." Yamada said after he washed his mouth out and took a sip. "Sorry about that." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Do you need money for a taxi back?" Aizawa asked.

"No, no! It's fine. Keep your money! I still have some." Yamada said. He pulled his walled out in demonstration. He knew Aizawa did not have much saved up and he doubted he suddenly accepted more from his host family.

"If you're sure." Aizawa said.

"Actually, let me pay you back for this." Yamada held up the bottle Aizawa just got him.

"It's just water." Aizawa shook his head.

"Alright. Thanks." Yamada put his wallet away again. They stood in silence for a moment after that.

"Well...-" Yamada tried to break the silence.

"I have to get on the train soon." Aizawa said at the same time.

"Ah...right. Well...I'll hear from you soon right? Send pictures!"

"Of roaches. Sure." Aizawa couldn't help but tease with a smirk.

"I got up and came all the way here and this is how you thank me?!" Yamada said so loud he winced himself. He hadn't even spoken that loud but with his head already pounding every decibel felt like too much.

"We'll see." Aizawa said and reached for his suitcase. Should he give Yamada a hug? His arms twitched, though he kept them at his side. "Get some rest." he said, taking a step back.

"You too!" Yamada nodded, wincing once more at his own volume.

"Thank's for coming." Aizawa said, standing in the train's doorway. "Bye."

"Bye." Yamada said a little quieter now, but with a smile on his face while he waved. The blonde was always so positive and energetic. It was nice. Aizawa waved as the door closed, then moved to look for his seat.

It was a window seat and he waved once more once he sat down. Yamada waved with two arms as the train began to move.

This was it.

Aizawa's chest felt tight as the train drove out of Musutafu. So many memories were connected to the city. Good, as well as bad. He gulped down the lump that formed in his throat and pressed his shirt's sleeve against his eyes. A new chapter of his life started with his move to Naruhata. There was no turning back now.

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