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You make a cautious motion toward a beckoning EXIT KNOB, when suddenly THE SAME WILD CHARACTER-SELECT SCREEN REAPPROACHES NONTHREATENINGLY!

I think we've got to go with Jake, unless one of the blondes is secretly clickable this time around.

...nope, doesn't look like it. Back to English class, then!

What was it you were up to? Oh right, you were going to pick these dang guns up off the floor when you were interrupted by some fleeting imperceptible thought. You kind of space out sometimes.

A reference to Jake's 'spacing out' feels like it could be a hint that he's the session's new Space Player. I guess he is living beside the Forge, but I still think there's currently more evidence for Doom.

You pick up your TWIN M9 BERETTAS, weapons of choice in an absurd arsenal inherited from an eccentric old woman.

I could absolutely see Grandma Jade rocking the Sassacre Slayers. She is a skilled markswoman, after all, and we've seen her abilities in action a couple of times.

You think your bed is some sort of electronic gadget. You're pretty sure those bedpost globes are supposed to glow like light bulbs under certain circumstances. But you've never been able to figure out what purpose it serves. Just more mysterious junk inherited from your eclectic GRANDMA.

No Dreambot for Jake, I take it. Guess that makes sense - that bot was Crockertech, and Grandma Jade didn't inherit the company like Grandpa Jake did.

He's still got an upgraded bed, though, so my guess is that Jade attempted the Dreambot project, but simply didn't have the resources to complete it.

She also gave you these bedsheets when you were very young, which you adore, but only for sentimental reasons.

It looks like the only lusi depicted on Jake's bedsheets are the twelve we're already familiar with. That catlike silhouette in the center-bottom is a slight question mark, but I think it's supposed to be a very skinny Pounce De Leon.

I was going to ask where Jade got a bedsheet which references the Alternian Players, but then I remembered that her adoptive mother was an Alternian Player. Jade probably swiped some of her things on the way out, the cheeky minx.

You aren't too keen on monsters.

Yeesh, the Medium's not going to be much fun for our boy.

You'd expect an adventure-lover to be a lot more enthusiastic about fighting monsters, but I guess we all have our phobias. At least he has a ranged weapon, so he won't have to get up close and personal with his Underlings.

A lot of these posters are fairly transparent references to Lord English. The Mummy alludes to the weird sarcophagus he summoned in his Intermission, Weekend at Bernie's is about corpse-puppeting someone like he did with Scratch, and The Incredible Hulk explains itself.

Special shout out to this poster, though, which I'm pretty sure is literally titled Time-Travelling Demon. Subtle!

[sunshinedaisywrites777]

Shadows of the Past, Light of the Present (DI!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader)

Warnings- Bad experiences of the reader with her ex, age gap (Leon is in his 30's, reader is in her 20's)

A/N- Thank you everyone for all the likes and reblogs. All are much appreciated 💜

The mall was buzzing with life, filled with the chatter of families, the click of high heels on tiled floors, and the occasional excited squeal from children exploring toy stores. You and Leon wandered side by side, his hand comfortably resting at the small of your back.

“This place is huge,” Leon said, scanning the rows of electronics stores. “You sure we won’t get lost in here?”

You smirked. “We’ll be fine as long as you don’t run off.”

Leon chuckled. “Not a chance. I’m your bodyguard, remember?”

The two of you stepped into an electronics store, your eyes lighting up at the sight of sleek gadgets and shiny displays. Leon leaned against a shelf while you examined a set of wireless speakers.

“This one’s good,” you said, pointing to a compact model with excellent reviews.

Leon crossed his arms, tilting his head thoughtfully. “But does it work with that overkill TV you’re eyeing? Or are we gonna have to come back to upgrade the speakers next month?

You laughed, playfully nudging him. “Hey, quality matters! Plus, you’ll thank me when you’re watching movies with surround sound.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting the banter. Leon frowned as he checked the screen. “Work,” he muttered, his expression briefly serious. “I’ll just take this real quick, okay?”

“Go ahead,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Leon stepped outside the store, leaving you to continue browsing. You were engrossed in comparing two models of soundbars when a voice you hadn’t heard in a long time pulled you from your thoughts.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Your heart sank as you turned to see your ex standing a few feet away, hands in their pockets, a smirk playing on their lips.

“What do you want?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

“Relax, I’m just being friendly,” they said, though the edge in their voice was far from kind. “Funny running into you like this. Guess you’re still into shopping for shiny toys instead of fixing what’s real.”

You stiffened. “This isn’t the time or place for this. Just leave.”

But your ex wasn’t done. “I still can’t believe how fast you moved on. Does he know how clingy you get? Or how you used to cry over the smallest things? Must be exhausting for him.”

Their words hit a nerve, memories of the toxic relationship flashing through your mind. You clenched your fists, determined not to let them see you falter.

Just then, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“I think you’ve said enough.”

Leon’s calm yet commanding tone made your ex visibly flinch. He strode up to you, his expression cool but his eyes sharp as they locked onto your ex.

“And who are you?” your ex asked, their confidence wavering.

“I’m the person who’s lucky enough to be with them,” Leon replied, standing close to you. “And unlike you, I actually know how to treat them with respect.”

Your ex scoffed. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Leon stepped forward, his posture relaxed but intimidating. “Oh, I know plenty. I know they’re better off without someone who drags them down. And I know you’re wasting your time trying to get under their skin because nothing you say matters anymore.”

Your ex opened their mouth to retort, but Leon raised a hand.

“Save it. You’ve already said enough to prove why you’re in their past. So do yourself a favor and walk away before you embarrass yourself further.”

Your ex hesitated, then muttered something under their breath before slinking away into the crowd.

Leon turned to you, his expression softening immediately. “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded, though your voice trembled slightly. “Yeah. Thanks for that.”

He touched your arm gently. “You don’t have to thank me. Nobody gets to treat you like that—not while I’m around.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. “I mean it, Leon. You’re amazing.”

“Damn right I am,” he said with a small grin, pulling you into a comforting hug.

After a moment, he stepped back, his gaze playful. “Now, let’s get those speakers and grab some ice cream. I think we’ve earned it.”

The two of you continued shopping, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders. Later, over bowls of ice cream at the food court, you found yourself laughing at his jokes and forgetting all about the earlier encounter.

That evening, as you set up the new gadgets at home, Leon’s goofy commentary and occasional mishaps filled the room with laughter. The warmth of his presence reminded you that, no matter what the past held, the future was brighter with him by your side.

[hyperfix-wip]

The Man Behind the Mask

Pairing: Prowler!Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Author's Note: Happy belated birthday, @the-kr8tor 😭 Prowler Dad is finally here! Also, I included the babies Billie, Ramona and Kitt! I love them so much 🥹 I'd also like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading and dealing with my yap sessions 🤣

Tags: Prowler!Hobie, Dad!Hobie, Older!Hobie, Fem!Reader, Older!Reader, Mom!Reader, Young!Aaron, Brown Family!AU, Fluff

The Prowler.

The Shadow of the Boroughs.

The Menace of the Elite.

The Prowler was considered the greatest thief of all time, striking fear in all the rich in New York as they clutched their bank accounts and invaluable antiquity. Whatever item they had– cash, jewelry, paintings, anything of value– he would steal from them, no questions asked. Even worse for them, no matter how much money they spend on security, no matter how much they pressure the police department to hunt down the criminal, the Prowler would always escape from their grasp.

Despite the public outcry from the police and the wealthy, to their dismay, the Prowler is a beloved vigilante to the rest of the Boroughs– dropping off bags of money to schools throughout the poorer neighborhoods, gifting paintings and food to old community centers, hooking up his own gadgets as a security system throughout the city and having it be better than the NYPD’s.

At least to a young Aaron Davis, the Prowler– despite being a criminal– was a damn hero of the city in his eyes. He was a whole lot better than those bullshit cops, who only pop up at the wrong damn time and harass you when there are literally other crimes out there. At least the Prowler actually gives back to the community.

If Aaron could, he would join the Prowler. Hell, he even has his own gear made up of tossed out electronic devices and some fabric he rummaged through the back of an old phone store (to the annoyance of his older brother), and he thought he could get that chance when the Prowler landed on top of a purse-snatcher, knocking the masked man out on the ground while an old lady hobbles over to grab her bag. The Prowler briefly glanced up at Aaron, who was ditching school at the time, through his screen mask before pushing himself up from the ground, towering over the lanky teen, and started to rush off to an alleyway.

With quick thinking, Aaron slid a small tracker in one of the Prowler’s pockets, putting his pickpocket skills to use, before the purple vigilante disappeared from his sight. Adrenaline flooded through the teen as Aaron pulled his phone out for the GPS app and ran after the masked man.

He actually saw the Prowler, he was not gonna let this opportunity pass by. He was finally going to meet the vigilante who the whole city has their eyes on with fear and respect.

At least, Aaron thought that at the time.

However at this moment, to Aaron’s dismay, the same purple-cladded punk vigilante he revered for so long is sitting in front of him in a community center, wincing from one of his twin daughters pulling at his dreads with ribbons in her little hands while the other one paints his nails (and the rest of his fingers) with glittery pink paint.

“Daddy! Stop moving!” one of the girls whines as she struggles to tie half of his locs with a long blue ribbon, her small afro-puffs bobbing back and forth. “The ribbon keeps getting loose…”

A small huff of laughter leaves the older man’s lips before he glances over his shoulder at the upset hairdresser, “Billie, ’m staying as still as I can–”

“Daddy…” the other girl quietly interrupts with a sad pout jutting from her lips, holding up his sparkly fingers with her own paint-covered hands, “can I start over? I made it look ugly…”

The father’s eyes soften as he gazes down at his other daughter before he lets out a quick scoff. “Oh, come now, Mona! M’ nails look proper good, innit?”

Billie quickly pops her head over her father’s shoulder with a curious glint in her eyes before letting out a loud gasp. “Mon-mon! Where’d you find the glitter?! Can you paint mine too?”

…what the hell is going on?

Aaron continues to stare at the baffling– and albeit heartwarming– scene in front of him, with any cool image of the Prowler permanently marred by pink glitter and sugary sweet praises from the older man.

This soft ass unc is the Prowler?

The Prowler is supposed to be a terrifying, snarky badass who wreaked havoc throughout New York– not some girl-dad getting bullied into getting his nails done and his hair tied up in ponytails by some preschoolers.

Before the young teen could pull his eyes away from the saccharine sight and drag himself out the metal doors, two small chubby arms wrap around his calf, and Aaron nearly jumps out of his scuffed up knock-off sneakers before looking down. A pair of wide chocolate-brown eyes peer up at him through a curtain of black coils before a happy giggle vibrates through the little baby boy.

“Kitt!”

Aaron instantly raises his hands up in the air with panic flooding his eyes, looking up to see you running through the metal double doors with relief as you pick up the cooing baby. “Kitt, you can’t just wander away from Mama…”

Your eyes flick up to the sweating, nervous boy in front of you, but you merely smile as you gently bounce your son in your arms. “Sorry about that, my son tends to latch onto legs.”

Aaron quickly shakes his head while glancing over his shoulder, trying not to lose sight of the Prowler without looking too suspicious. “Nah, y’all good,” he internally winces from the slight crack in his voice. “Really not a big deal–”

“MUMMY!”

Aaron flinches from the sudden giggly squeals behind him before the same two little girls run up to you and wrap their arms around your waist.

“There’s my two girls!” you laugh as you carefully crouch down to your knees, keeping the squirming Kitt in your arms while pressing a kiss against a chubby cheek on each twin. “Did you two have fun with Daddy while I picked up your brother?”

As soon as the words ‘Daddy’ leaves your lips, Aaron’s body freezes when a tall shadow looms over him, and he slowly looks over his shoulder to meet silver-pierced skin and nearly-black eyes staring him down.

Jesus Christ, when did he get here?!

“Mummy, look!” The afro-puff girl– Billie, Aaron thinks?– giggles as she points at her father’s lopsided pigtails. “Daddy looks so pretty!”

“Mac, don’t point, okay?” you gently chide the little girl before wrapping your free arm around her. “It’s not nice, remember?”

You then glance up at the towering punk, pressing your lips together with a mirthful glint in your eyes while holding in your laughter, before brushing your lips against Billie’s temple to hide your teasing smirk. “But yes, you made Daddy really pretty.”

The older man rolls his eyes before a small smirk curls up on his lips, draping his arm around the tense teen’s shoulders and leaning against him.

“C’mon now, lovie,” the older man’s deep British voice rumbles through Aaron’s bones, sending a chill down his spine. “Y’know I always look fit in any style.”

Despite the older man’s nonchalant demeanor, his glittery fingers on Aaron’s shoulder subtly dig into it until the poor boy winces from the pain. 

“Yes, yes, I know,” you brush the older man off with a snicker, oblivious to Aaron trembling under the man’s grip, before gingerly standing up and approaching him. “You look handsome in every way, Hobie.”

With a teasing smirk you push yourself up from your toes and brush your lips against his in a chaste kiss, earning a small smile from the older man in return.

“Eww–”

The young twins quickly break the two of you apart, each pushing against you and Hobie away with scrunched up faces of disgust.

“Mummy, no kissing Daddy!” Billie whines as she wraps her arms around your waist. “You always make gross kissy noises with Daddy!”

Ramona buries her face into Hobie’s stomach with a muffled whine, squeezing her arms around his waist, before she turns her head to stare up at a flustered Aaron.

As cute as the kid is, Aaron can’t help but feel a slight chill down his spine from her scrutiny. It’s like she’s staring into his soul with those big brown voids.

“...are you Mummy and Daddy’s friend?” Ramona shyly asks while nuzzling her chubby cheek against Hobie’s stomach.

“Uh…”

Before Aaron can think of an excuse to get out of the situation, a small chubby hand grips and tugs on his hoodie, and his eyes dart to a gummy smile and a puff of curls.

“Kitt!” Your face blanches while he leans further in and reaches out for Aaron’s ear. “Wait, no– you can’t just–”

A shrill giggle bubbles up from the baby’s chest while you try to pull him away from Aaron, who winces from the ringing in his ear, but Kitt’s grip on the hoodie tightens and tugs the off-guard teen forward before letting go. Aaron attempts to speak over the rambunctious family again, but another sudden force rushes into his stomach and knocks the breath out of his lungs. He glances back down when another pair of arms wraps around his stomach, only to meet another pair of bright brown eyes and fluffy afro puffs.

“My name is Billie Jean Brown!” Billie announces herself with a wide grin. “I am five years old, ‘n m’ fav’rite sweets are orange choc’lates!”

The bubbly girl then holds her hand out to her sister, who shyly lets go of her father and grabs Billie’s hand before looking up at Aaron with owlish eyes. 

“C’mon, Mon-mon,” Billie whispers loudly to her twin, “like Mummy and Daddy taught us.”

A slight tinge of pink creeps up on the other girl’s puffed up cheeks, and she glances down to her shiny black Mary-Janes before bashfully introducing herself. “M-my name is Ramona Diane Brown. I am f-five years old, ‘n my favorite sweets are jelly bellies…”

Oh. Oh no, that’s not fair. That’s too cute.

Aaron stares at the twins and baby with a pang of cute aggression in his chest, but he mentally stomps it down as he looks away and clears his throat.

“Y-yeah, hi…”

A strong arm slowly wraps around Aaron’s neck, sending another chill down his spine. He glances to the side, his eyes meeting the nonchalant profile of the twin’s father. Warm fondness pools in his dark eyes as he gazes down at his daughters, with Billie proudly grinning and patting a blushing Ramona’s head.

It should be a heartwarming sight to Aaron, it really should, but a looming heaviness sinks down on his shoulders as the older man’s arm gradually constricts around his neck, reminding Aaron of that huge snake in biology class when it wraps itself around its prey.

His heart drops from that brief epiphany, especially when the elder man’s eyes flick over to him in a side glance.

“Now, c’mon, li’l man,” Hobie’s low voice chills Aaron’s blood more, “ ’s rude not to introduce ya’self. ‘Specially if two little ladies greeted ya so nicely.”

He’s toying with Aaron, he has to be. Even with Hobie’s carefree attitude around his family, Aaron can’t help but imagine the same man snapping his neck with his arm alone if he makes a wrong move.

Hobie Brown is a damn snake, and Aaron is being held hostage in his grasp.

“Uh…Aaron,” his voice manages to not waver in front of the kids, “Aaron Davis…”

A soft chuckle rings in the side of Aaron’s ear, a saving grace for him as the arm around his neck lightens up.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Aaron,” you smile at him as you introduce yourself while Kitt starts to doze off on your shoulder. “I know it seems a bit strange, but would you like to come to our house for lunch? I actually made a lot more food than I thought, and I don’t think our family could finish all of it.”

Aaron’s eyes widen with confusion and wariness despite your earnest request. What the hell will happen to him if he goes to their house?

A loud gasp breaks through brief silence before Billie eagerly jumps in front of Aaron, with Ramona stares up at him with hope in her eyes. “Please come home with us! Please, please, please, please, please! I can show you the stuffies that Daddy made for me and Mon-mon!”

That same low chuckle reverberates through Aaron’s bones again, rattling him while Hobie pulls him closer. “Don’ worry, m’ wife jus’ has a t’ing wit’ pickin’ up strays. She sees a pitiful, skinny t’ing, ‘n she’ll wanna stuff ‘em up wit’ food ‘til they pop.”

You lightly smack Hobie in the chest with a deadpan, your cheeks growing slightly warm and pink. “Hey, none of that.”

Aaron’s face pinches up at the older man’s offhand comments, slightly offended at the being called ‘pitiful’ and ‘skinny”.

He’s not skinny. He’ll get some muscle, damn it.

Before he could retort back, however, a loud gurgle cries from Aaron’s stomach, and the family just stares at him while his face erupts in heat. A joyful giggle bubbles up from Billie before she grabs your hand and tugs both you and the bewildered Ramona out through the double doors.

“Mummy! His tummy’s angry!” Billie shouts out with a toothy grin, “Mummy’s gonna stuff him ‘til he pops!”

A small guffaw slips through your lips while you gently brace Kitt in your arm, “Billie, slow down! We’re only across the street!”

“W-wait!” Aaron calls out, too overwhelmed and baffled with the sudden events, “I didn’t say I was gonna–”

Something presses against Aaron’s windpipe again, quickly cutting off most of his air, and Aaron turns his eyes back to the now-solemn Hobie.

“Now, ya wouldn’ t’ink ‘bout disappointin’ m’ girls, would ya?” His voice drops to a lower octave, sending a frigid chill through Aaron’s blood. “ ‘S been a while since m’ lovie had a guest come over to eat her cookin’.”

The soft warmth that once resided in Hobie’s eyes sharpens into a darker cold stare, freezing the poor boy in place, before Hobie casually pulls something out of his pocket. A small plastic tab is tucked between his thumb and index finger, and Aaron’s grumbling stomach suddenly drops in silence.

Oh shit, he found the tracker.

“Now, li’l man, let’s have a long chat, shall we?”

[sunaluv]

Hi idk if ur request is open but if so can i request bonten who likes to spoil reader with so many expensive shit but reader don't want that,,, when the members treat her to go shopping—she'll go directly at the appliances store or market part not caring about the designer clothes she passed by, basically she's really not fond of expensive shit—rather spending their money they spoiled her with on a good cause?? (really love to see kokonoi go crazy coz bonten's doll don't want designer shit)

forget abt this if your ask is close

thank youu xoxo

sorry for the extremely late response lols. I'm now clearing out my asks.

Feat: your fav bonten man, ive left this open.

Bontens moneymaker was well known for spoiling whichever girl he had on his arm. Girls at the club would practically throw themselves at him in hopes that he'll get interested and throw money their way just because.

to him, it was second nature. it got to a point where he didn't think anymore, handing his current plaything his card to get them out of his hair when he was busy.

but when he met you it felt weirdly different. he wanted to know your tastes. were you a Chanel girl? Vivienne Westwood? did you even want designer clothes? maybe a car instead?

he watched you so slowly as you looked around the shopping mall seemingly overwhelmed with choices when he said you could pick anything and everything you wanted from the store.

he was prepared to buy out the latest line in all the designer stores so you can imagine his surprise when your eyes finally light up and you take his hand to drag him into a tech store.

'???' the question marks raised in his head as you picked up the pace, dragging him left right and centre through the maze of the store, finally stopping in front of a washing machine?

"out of everything you want, you chose a washing machine?" he didn't mean for his tone to come out so judgemental, his eyes widening seeing the frown on your face.

"my old one is broken, and my landlord refuses to let me call someone to fix it :("

he wanted to hide you from the world and keep you all for himself. he couldn't believe how...weird? tactical? smart? you were.

he chuckled

"...anything else you want?"

he let you lead, basically listing a whole bunch of appliances and gadgets to refurbish your shabby little apartment.

he paid for everything, as he does, though you were confused when he asked them to ship it to an unfamiliar address.

"well all these fancy new toys of yours will look out of place in your little apartment babe, don't want someone thinking you robbed someone," he kissed the top of your head. "I'll buy you a new one."

you knew how much joy he got from spending money on people. it seemed to enhance when it was people he actually cared about so you kept your protests to a minimum. knowing him, he had probably bought you your new place the minute he left yours.

you found more confidence shopping with his card, deciding to buy new electronics for when you start your last semester of uni(which he insisted on paying the debt and expenses for).

shopping trips with you were different, but it was a good type of different. he could get used to this domestic-style shopping with you and pretend he was your doting husband instead of a notorious criminal.

[mya-valentine]

Spark in the Wires

Synopsis: A shy, tech-savvy Support Course student constantly fixes Denki Kaminari’s fried gadgets after his quirk short-circuits them. Though she prefers solitude, Denki’s goofy charm and relentless optimism slowly break down her walls.

You sighed, rolling your chair back from the cluttered workbench as you surveyed the latest fried mess in front of you. A small puff of smoke curled from the ruined circuitry, and the unmistakable scent of burnt wires filled the air. Again.

“This is the third time this week,” you muttered under your breath, pushing up your glasses and rubbing your temples. “What does this guy do to his tech?”

You knew the answer, of course. Denki Kaminari had an unfortunate habit of overloading anything electronic within his reach. His quirk, Electrification, was both a gift and a curse—especially when it came to the various gadgets that were supposed to assist him in battle. The shock-absorbing wrist guards, the communication earpiece, even the prototype conductive gloves… none of them lasted long under his unpredictable bursts of voltage.

And yet, every time he came bounding into the Support Department, flashing that boyish grin and scratching the back of his head with an apologetic chuckle, you found yourself unable to turn him away.

You weren’t good at dealing with people. Your world revolved around technology, the hum of machinery, and the quiet solitude of working late into the night, tweaking and perfecting your designs. Socializing was… difficult. Words often got stuck in your throat, and you hated being the center of attention.

But Denki was different. He was loud, energetic, and impulsive—everything you were not. Yet, somehow, he never overwhelmed you. He had a way of easing into your space without making you feel uncomfortable, as if he belonged there, as if his chaotic energy could somehow find a way to mix with your quiet existence.

The sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway pulled you from your thoughts. Speak of the devil.

“Y/N!” Denki’s voice echoed down the corridor, and within seconds, he burst through the door to your workshop, panting slightly. “I, uh… I did it again.”

You slowly turned in your chair, already expecting to see the telltale sparks flickering from his gauntlets. Sure enough, wisps of smoke curled from the wrist guards, and his fingers twitched slightly as if still feeling the aftershock.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “What happened this time?”

Denki gave you a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sooo, I was testing out a new move, right? But I guess I kinda underestimated how much juice I was putting out, and… well… poof.” He made an explosion gesture with his hands. “I think I short-circuited everything again.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Kaminari…”

“I know, I know! I’m hopeless, right?” He chuckled, plopping down onto the stool across from your workbench. “But that’s why I’ve got you, my favorite tech genius! You always fix me up.”

You felt your face heat up at the unexpected compliment, and you quickly turned back to your tools, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“I’m the only one willing to fix your stuff,” you corrected, though your voice lacked any real bite.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on the table as he watched you work. “Maybe. But I still think you’re amazing.”

Your hands faltered slightly as you reached for a screwdriver. You weren’t used to praise, especially from someone like him. It made your heart stutter in a way you didn’t quite understand.

Determined to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck, you focused on the task at hand. You carefully unscrewed the panel on his gauntlet, examining the damage. As expected, the internal wiring was fried beyond repair. You’d have to rebuild it from scratch.

“You really need to work on controlling your output,” you murmured, reaching for a replacement circuit board.

Denki huffed, sitting up. “Hey, it’s not that easy! My quirk isn’t exactly delicate, y’know?”

You gave him a sideways glance. “Then we’ll just have to find a way to make these more durable.”

His eyes lit up. “See? That’s why you’re the best! I knew you’d come up with something cool!”

You bit your lip, trying, and failing to suppress a small smile.

Over the next few weeks, Denki became a regular presence in your workshop. Whether or not he actually needed something fixed was debatable—sometimes, he just showed up to hang out, claiming he wanted to “supervise” your work.

At first, you found it distracting. Having someone so lively and talkative in your quiet space was unnerving. But as time went on, you realized something strange. You… didn’t mind his presence.

You even started looking forward to it.

He’d bring snacks, chatting about his training with Class 1-A, his latest shenanigans with his friends, or some ridiculous meme he’d found online. And, somehow, he always managed to make you laugh.

One evening, as you worked late on a new prototype, Denki was lounging on the couch in the corner of your workshop, absentmindedly tossing a screwdriver into the air and catching it.

“You know,” he mused, “I think you’re kinda like a secret superhero.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

He grinned. “Think about it! You work behind the scenes, making all this awesome tech for us heroes. Without you, we’d be totally screwed. That’s pretty badass.”

Your face felt warm again. “I… I wouldn’t call myself a hero.”

Denki sat up, tilting his head. “Why not?”

You hesitated, fiddling with a wire between your fingers. “I guess… I just don’t see myself that way. I don’t fight villains or save people like you guys do.”

He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Hey, heroes aren’t just the ones on the front lines. Every great hero needs support. And you? You’re incredible. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. You weren’t used to this—someone noticing you, someone seeing you.

Denki Kaminari was a storm of energy, unpredictable and wild, but he also had this uncanny ability to brighten even the darkest corners. And slowly, piece by piece, he was tearing down the walls you’d built around yourself.

You found yourself smiling—really smiling—as you turned back to your work.

“Thanks, Denki.”

His grin widened. “Anytime, Y/N.”

And for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel so alone.

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Masterlist

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Fitness Trainer (Kim Seolhyun) (S) (BXG)

Author: This one was inspired from a Kdrama web series I recently watched so here it is... Also if you want to check out more of my stories take a peak at the Masterlist :)

Y/N’s POV

Hearing the news that a new gym has just opened in my town a couple blocks away from my house, I’ve already read positive reviews of the place as the staff and trainers are knowledgable of the equipment and proper diet and exercise along with all sorts of cool workout gadgets.

Not only that they also sell pre-workouts, protein shakes, and drinks, and of course the memberships required to enter the gym.

Honestly, the membership wasn’t too bad being the price of $25 per month and I decided why the hell not?

Changing into my workout attire, I grab my duffle bag holding all of my shower needs and a change of clothes.

I get into my car, start the engine, and exit the garage, the drive to the gym was about five minutes as it was close to my house.

Making my way into the gym, I was awestruck by the decor and how nice this place looked.

Walking up to the receptionist, he greets me and asked if I had a gym membership or not.

“Uhm, this is my first time here,” I answered.

“That’s perfect because we offer a ten percent discount to newcomers for the first three months and even a trainer,” The receptionists offered.

“Sweet, it’s a deal,” I accepted and he nodded.

Completing the transaction and getting the sweet deal, he gives me an access card that lets me through the doors and instructs me to wait in room 02 for the trainer.

Sliding the card on the electronic locking mechanism, it automatically unlocks the door and when I walked through the doors, I was again amazed by the amount of people working out and the top-of-the-line gym equipment.

Looking around for the private room, I saw a sign with the label “Room 02″ and the bottom text saying “Kim Seolhyun”. Guess she must be the trainer I’ll be working with so I politely knocked on the door.

“Coming~!” I hear a female voice shout.

Hearing footsteps approaching the door opens revealing a stunning woman dressed in a sports bra nearly exposing her beautiful breasts and yoga pants showing off her thighs and her thick ass.

“Holy fucking shit...” I said in my thoughts as I couldn’t believe my luck.

“Hello there, you must be Y/N, right?” She asked and I nervously nodded.

“Y-Yep, that’s me,” I answered and she smiled.

“Excellent! Please do come in!” She said and stepped aside.

Walking into her room, it was quite cozy and nice with two yoga mats set up on the floor along with a rack of weights and gym equipment.

“Please sit on the yoga mat, we will first begin with some yoga exercises,” She instructed and I did what she said.

Joining me on the mattress, she instructs me on certain poses and stretches which I find uncomfortable at first but I got used to it the longer I keep a certain position.

However, I can’t help but blush the fact at how close we are, her large mounds were literally smashed into my back.

Kinda makes me wonder if she was doing this on purpose...

Anyway, after the warm-up yoga exercises were over, we moved on to weight lifting and since I’m new, she starts me with 5-10 pound weights.

“Wah, for your first time, you’re doing quite well~,” She complimented and I chuckled.

“T-Thank you, Noona,” I nervously thanked her and she giggled.

Continuing lifting the weight bar, I squat down and up at a steady pace until she stopped me.

“Hold on! Your stance and position are wrong!” She called out and corrected me.

Once again, she takes my hand and legs, spreads them in the correct position, and tells me to continue my set.

“Okay, you’ve had enough for today, Y/N, great work today! Just make sure to follow the diet I’ve given you and you will be a pro in no time!” She explained and I nodded.

“Right, thank you again, Noona!” I thanked her.

“Anytime! I’ll see you again tomorrow!” She waved goodbye as I left the room.

Seolhyun’s POV

Damn, he is so cute... I don’t know what’s gotten into me but interacting and working with that boy made me feel butterflies in my stomach.

It’s strange to have such feelings after breaking up with my ex-boyfriend not too long ago.

However, I can tell that he took some glances at my boobs and my ass which I didn’t mind as I was used to men eye-fucking me whenever I’m jogging or in the gym.

But Y/N is different from those creeps that I train, he’s respectful, polite, and kind, and he’s a young boy so he has much growing up to do before he becomes a man.

And I’ll be more than happy to help...

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A Few Weeks Later...

Y/N’s POV

It’s nearly been a month since I started being apprenticed to Kim Seolhyun and so far, she was the best fitness trainer I’ve been under.

Already, I can start seeing the progress as I’m starting to lose some pounds and my stomach was more toned.

I started eating less junk food and eating more vegetables and healthy foods like Seolhyun instructed.

Coming to another day of workout at the gym, I proceed into the room as per routine and was greeted by Seolhyun.

“Hello, Y/N, are you ready for your training?” She asked.

“More than ever!” I answered and she smiled.

“Good stuff! That’s what we like to hear! Now let’s get to our warm-up!” She commenced.

Getting onto the yoga mat as usual, she caught me by surprise when she said we were going to stretch together as she’s never done her daily stretching yet.

“Now can you hold my back for me, please?” She asked and I nodded.

Holding her back and hand as instructed as Seolhyun did her thing, it was embarrassing as my crotch was literally touching her ass.

Focus Y/N! Focus! DO NOT HAVE A BONER!!! NOT NOW!!!

I screamed to myself to not do it as it would make this situation very awkward and I’ll never see myself or Seolhyun the same ever again.

“Are you okay back there, Y/N? Your face is so red,” She concerningly asked and I shook my head.

“Huh? I’m fine, what about you?” I politely asked and she raised an eyebrow.

Right... I forgot to mention, as time went on, Seolhyun started to get ALOT more touchy with me.

I never questioned why she was touching places she wasn’t supposed to but who am I to stop her?

“Okay, that’s enough, now let’s get to the main set,” She said and we started our set.

After a few hours of weight training, running, and cardiac exercises, we were just about finished working out for today.

“Alright, that’ll be it for today, another job well done, Y/N,” She complimented as she drank water.

“Yeah, thanks,” I replied.

Grabbing our duffle backs, we get out of the room to see the gym was vacant and not a sight of a janitor or a clerk.

“Where is everyone?” I wondered and I take out my phone to check the time.

“Oh my God... The gym closed like an hour ago...” Seolhyun mentioned as she looked at her watch.

“Damn, must’ve lost track of time,” I said and she chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you work so hard, but let’s shower and get out of here,” She said and I nodded.

Walking to the men’s shower room, I was shocked to see Seolhyun following me as the Women’s shower room was down the corridor.

“What? Nobody else is here? Plus it’s closer,” She pointed out and I sighed.

With my mind racing, I step into the shower room, I placed the duffle bag onto the bench, and Seolhyun places her on the opposite side.

I take out all of my showering gear consisting of soap, a towel, and my change of clothes before taking off my shirt.

“Not half bad body, being that you’ve been working out for the past few weeks,” Seolhyun complimented and I blushed.

“Hehe~. I don’t mind you peaking at me, I trust you enough,” She assured.

“Aish, can you stop this nonsense please?” I begged and she giggled.

Taking off the rest of my clothes, I take a deep breath before going under the shower head and turning the knob to hot water.

To my surprise, Seolhyun joins me as well and of course, she was butt-ass naked which didn’t help my situation.

“Uhm, Noona, there are other shower heads you know,” I pointed out and she playfully rolled my eyes.

“What? Are you afraid of a naked woman?” She asked.

“N-No, it’s just, a man and a woman shouldn’t shower together unless they are a couple,” I replied and she grinned.

“H-Hey, don’t you get any ideas!” I stuttered and she slowly approaches me.

“Or else what? What are you going to do?” She asked and I gulped.

Staring deep into my eyes, I can’t help but stare into her eyes and she’s telling me that she wasn’t fucking around... She actually wants to fuck.

“Maybe it’s a good time, to be honest with myself, Y/N, I’ve had feelings for you ever since we first met, I don’t know if I’m just crazily in love with you but I don’t care... Because now all I want to is you,” She said before whispering the last part into my ear sending shivers down my spine.

“I’ve seen you stare at my ass... I’ve seen you glancing at my breasts and I know you love the feeling of them pressing on your back~,” She flirted as she wraps her hand around my cock.

“T-This is too fast, Noona, I-I don’t-” I was about to say but she tightens her grip on my cock making me squeal.

“Did I say you can talk~?” She asked and I shook my head.

“Now, what do you want your Noona to do?” She asked as she gets on her knees and slowly gave me a handjob.

“B-Blowjob...?” I nervously asked and she smirked.

“Hehe. Anything for you cutie~,” She replied before licking the shaft making me loudly moan and kissing the tip.

Engulfing my length into her mouth, it was clear that she was experienced as it felt really good and warm. She kept bobbing her head up and down and letting out a loud bop.

“Did you like it, baby, ~?” She asked.

“Y-Yes, Noona, it was really good,” I answered and she smiled.

“Good, now it’s time to show you some moves~,” She said and was about to place my dick in between her mounds.

*phone ringing*

“Ughhh... Sorry honey but will have to continue this another time, I have an errand but remember, I want an answer by then, understand?” She asked and I nodded.

“Good, but let me finish you off, real fast,” She replied and sucked me off until I came into her mouth.

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The Next Day...

Y/N’s POV

After that strange interaction with my fitness trainer Seolhyun yesterday, I was left pondering as I don’t know how to feel about her.

Sure she was beautiful and all but this is all too sudden and quick for me as she’d be my first love.

I’m not sure if oral counts as taking my virginity or not but I felt like it was taken either way.

Anyway, I prepared myself for another training exercise, drove to the gym, and enter the room but I was surprised to see a different trainer.

“Hello, you must be Y/N, right?” The trainer asked and I nodded.

“Y-Yes, but where is Seolhyun?” I asked.

“Oh, well, Seolhyun is running a bit late so I’ll warm you up in the meantime, also my name is Kim Sohee and help you train until she gets here, so let’s start with some stretches, shall we?” She said and I get on the mat.

Glancing at her body, her breasts and ass were thicker than Seolhyun’s but I can’t help but feel as if she was trying to flirt with me.

“Wah, you’re so flexible and strong, Seolhyun trained you well, huh?” She complimented and I nervously chuckled.

“T-Thank you,” I thanked her and she giggled.

“No need to thank me, cutie, now let’s move on to our set,” She replied.

As we start weightlifting I can’t help but feel as if I was being watched by someone.

Seolhyun’s POV

Crap! Crap! I cannot believe this! My fucking ex-boyfriend shows up at my door begging for forgiveness for sleeping with another woman.

Of course, I shut him out and tell him to beat it and that I never want to see him ever again but he refused to leave.

Thankfully, I finally managed to make him fuck off, and now I’m going to be late because of him but I had a colleague of mine train him in the meantime.

I rushed to the gym as fast as I could hoping that Y/N will forgive me for being late. Parking at the lot, I ran into the gym, slide my card. and made my way into the gym and to my private training room.

I saw Y/N there with another trainer of mine but strangely, Jungkook wasn’t there instead it was Sohee.

Y/N never noticed my presence yet but Sohee did and she smirked at me as she gets behind him pressing her breasts on her back.

Obviously, I was infuriated as this was the same bitch who stole my previous boyfriend and I know she’s a playgirl and just wanted Y/N for herself only to dump him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’ll take it from here, Sohee,” I said.

“There’s no need for that, Seolhyun, I got this so why don’t you take a day off?” She offered and I gave her a fake smile.

“Thank you for the offer but I’ll have to decline it, besides, I know Y/N’s needs and everything he needs to do for today,” I replied and she frowned.

“Well, what do you think, Y/N? Do you want me? Or Seolhyun?” Sohee whispered into his ear making me clench my fists.

“U-Uhm...” He stuttered as he was unsure what to do in this situation making me feel sad. Did confessing my feelings not mean anything to him?

“Sorry, Sohee, but imma stick with Seolhyun, but thank you for your help,” Y/N answered making me sigh in relief.

“Aww~. Are you sure~?” She seductively asked and I’ve just about had it.

Pulling her by ear, she yelped in pain as I dragged her out of my room, opened the door, and threw her out before shutting the door.

Y/N’s POV

Seeing her harshly dragging Sohee-Noona out of the room made me realize just how scary she can be. She turned around to face me and gave me a deadly glare.

“Now, baby boy, about what I asked for yesterday...” She paused.

“W-What about it?” I nervously asked.

“You know... Do you share the same feelings as I do? Do you love me?” She asked and I gulped.

Pushing me down onto the mattress with her hands straddling my hand whilst giving me a lustful look and dived into my neck before biting it leaving a mark and drawing out some blood.

“W-What was that for?” I asked.

“For making your mommy jealous and to show everyone who you belong to, now it’s time I take your virginity and for you to grow up~,” She answered sending shivers down my spine.

Not wasting any time, she strips down her clothes as I did the same, she places her lips onto mine and made out until we ran out of breath.

“You’re such a good kisser being a virgin, baby, but now it’s time for the main event,” She said before inserting my cock into her pussy making her loudly moan.

“W-What if they hear us?” I concerningly asked.

“Don’t worry about them, baby, this room is soundproof. Now stop asking questions because not only I’m going to fuck your brains out but I’m also going to drain your balls,” She answered and I gulped.

When Seolhyun begins riding the daylights out of me, I never knew how tight she was and it kinda hurt but it felt so good.

“Oh my God, baby, your dick is so good~!” She yelled as she continued moaning.

Seeing her tits bounce up and down as she rode me turned me on even more and we switch position to doggy style and re-insert back into her before ramming into her.

Yes, darling, right there~!” She moaned as I hit her G-spot.

Arching back, I play with her tits adding more pleasure and latched her lips as I pounded her.

“Ah, I’m so close, baby~,” She warned.

“So am I,” I replied.

“Then let’s cum together~,” She said and we did just that.

Collapsing onto the floor together, my dick was still inside of her but she didn’t care as she hugged me tightly as she pressed my head into her mounds.

“You did so well, baby~,” She complimented.

“T-Thank you, Noona, you were amazing~,” I replied and she giggled as she caressed my head.

“I love you, baby~,” She said.

“I love you too, Noona~,” I replied.

From that point on, we kept having sex in her gym room and at our houses or whenever we can as I get addicted to her. I’ve never met such an incredible and caring woman in all my life and I’m forever happy to be with her as she felt the same way.

[leggerefiore]

Found You!

cw: implied yandere Volo

pairing: Volo/Reader

Readjusting to the modern world had been more difficult than you had expected. It was a strange experience to scare awake from the beeping of an alarm or forget how to work a computer after having gone so many months without it. That was just modern technology, too. The repetition of modern work and life felt so odd compared to the stress and uncertainty of Hisui. The safety and comfort so foreign after being bathed in danger and distress for so long.

Not to mention the strange hurt that you felt when reflecting upon the subtle loss of friends. No more could you spend time with the bumbling Professor Laventon, enjoy a battle and sweet with Adaman, or laugh along with Arezu at whatever her new hairstyle suggestion was to be. A shudder always went down your spine when you considered that they were long gone. Their deaths happening through the centuries you skipped through to return back to the modern era you were born to.

Maybe it was those complicated feelings that brought you to the Jubilife of your day and age. The city was bustling and large; the capital of the Sinnoh region. A shrine to the hard work of those you watched shed both blood and sweat to create this sanctuary during the Hisui era. It was nearly unrecognisable to the small village you had lived in during your time in the past. Everything was the most up-to-date here than the rest of Sinnoh. Towering buildings blocked the sky as people swarmed to walk every which way. You had felt your heart clench.

It was gone – you truly had returned to modern day.

The strange experience of Hisui was something you could put firmly behind you as some delusion the no one but a select few seemed even willing to entertain. It was isolating.

You were back home, surrounded by your friends and family, yet more alone than you had been in Hisui.

A sigh left you as you stopped before a large office building. Clowns danced outside, advertising some new modern tech-gadget that your brain cared little about analysing. You let out a sharp breath. Capturing Arceus after completing the PokeDex that Laventon had sought to make, it truly did feel like a dream. The deity challenged you to a battle and gave you a piece of it upon your victory. The Azure Flute had come with you to the modern day, too. You wondered what would happen if you returned to the Temple of Sinnoh.

The thought of the location sent another pang into your heart.

Volo.

You wondered how he had spent his days in Hisui. He had completely vanished after your confrontation at the temple. His true intentions… His actual plans… His kindness… His smile… Everything blended inside you painfully. The blond had come to you at your lowest point and gave you the support you needed to carry on. Then, he smothered those very flames he lit with his own hand. Had Volo only been using you the entire time? His plan had only changed when you had begun to collect plates, you knew.

A nearby electronic board projecting an image eerily similar to him on it. Champion Cynthia. She was beautiful, bold, and strong. Her love of archaeology and visage evidence that Volo had carried on his lineage. You suppose he found his place somewhere in the world. Somehow, your feet had carried you to a calmer part of the city. Less noise pollution and people wandering about. Where should you go next?

Before the question could be truly contemplated, arms wrapped around your form tightly and pushed you firmly to the body behind you. A cheek came to press against your own as both hair and cloth tickled you. Long, golden streaks broke out of the dark, heavy coat hood. You felt your heart race. What the hell? Hands locked your wrists together. Your breath stalled in your throat.

“The reason I could never collect all the plates, why I was never chosen by Arceus and then abandoned by Giratina…” a terrifyingly familiar voice whispered into your ear, “I could not recreate the world, nor could I think about anything but you… I wandered alone for so many years…” The grip on your wrists became painfully tight. They held you so close to them that you were convinced that they may be trying to fuse your body to their own. “… Found you!” they playfully spoke.

Biting back a scream, you forced yourself from their hold. You managed to turn to face them, but they kept a firm hold on your hand. A coat obscured their face as you swallowed. It could not be. He was long dead. This had to be some awful prank by someone who heard your story. Still, there was a lingering feeling of deja-vu that refused to fade. You could see their hair peaking out from the obscuring shadow of the hood. Blond hair.

“… Are you one of Cynthia's relatives? I didn't realise she had such mean people there,” you shook your head with a nervous smile, “You all seem to look eerily similar, you know.” Hopefully, they would be satisfied with your reaction and leave you alone now. A chuckle you knew all too well came from them.

His other hand came to grasp the hem of his hood as he pulled it back. Your eyes went wide as your mouth hung open.

It…

It could not be.

It simply was impossible.

A stormy eye peered into your own, obvious adoration pouring out from it. Blond strands caught the wind, nearly revealing his other eye. A smile was on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I finally found you…” Volo's voice was the same as it had been centuries ago, “It's been too long.”

His eyes closed to reflect his pure joy. You stood in shock and confusion. He pulled you to him again, forcing you into a proper embrace. His lanky form consumed yours.

His hot breath fanned against your ear as he spoke again.

“I won't let you go this time.”

[queenmabsim]

a glimpse at our unknown.

name

[redacted] unknown

traits

bookworm lovebug genius cunning unconventional

original timeline

[redacted] unknown

preferences

likes

cello & harp gardening & horse riding research & debate painting & writing pink, black, & grey baroque, classical, & retro music singer-songwriter spooky & strange tunes stories cerebral & family motivated sims

dislikes

dj mixing media production video games dj & electronica music batuu music egotistical sims

fun facts

unknown's only memories from the time before come in moments of blinding pain. her migraines are consistently fast tracked by any attempt to remember more. however, the smell of freshly cut flowers is somehow painfully nostalgic.

not a vampire, not a witch, not a ghost, certainly not normal, but definitely cursed. as such, unknown possesses a nearly indefinable life state. it can be somewhat transient at the most inconvenient of times.

unknown has a strong discomfort near anything electronic. gadgets and gizmos visibly make her uneasy and even a bad lightning storm can cause dissociation.

known sayings

"W-Why do I remember dying? Why can't I remember anything else?"

[ to be continued...

[deconstructthesoup]

Thoughts on a Leverage-Dead Boy Detectives crossover that I'll probably never officially write but still:

-The Leverage crew (Redemption timeline because it lines up with the DBD show, but Hardison's there in person) is staying in London for a little while, mainly because Sophie's trying her best to reconnect with Astrid again

-They get hired by a woman who says that her younger sister, who was a student at St. Hillarion's (which went co-ed sometime in the 90's), died mysteriously and she's absolutely sure that the school covered up the circumstances

-And guess what? Meanwhile, the DBD crew's been hired by the ghost of the girl who died, and while it is a pretty personal case for Edwin and Charles, they agree that not solving the case would be a disservice to themselves

-So, the two teams make gameplans---Hardison, Eliot, and Parker infiltrate the school as teachers (Breanna is Hardison's TA, much to her irritation) while Sophie and Harry act as shady lawyers who tell the headmaster that they're very good at burying secrets; and Crystal and Niko get enrolled as exchange students while Jenny gets a position in the cooking staff (the Night Nurse absolutely refuses to actively take part in the case-solving, and of course Edwin and Charles don't need aliases)

-However, things start to go south for both teams pretty quick

-For starters, Sophie and Harry know Crystal, at least by way of her parents---Sophie attempted to pull a con on Maddy back in the day, failed, and convinced her to con her rival instead, and Harry helped the Surname-von Hoverkrafts out of some legal trouble when they still lived in the States

-Not to mention, Breanna's very tapped into the social media circuit, and she knows that a) Crystal used to be the epitome of the entitled rich showbiz kid, b) that she dated some guy named David and then went completely off-grid for weeks, and c) she's suddenly had a complete personality and lifestyle change

-And on the flip side of things, Charles is a little too interested in the weirdly high-tech things that the new computer science teacher and his TA have hanging around, which means that Breanna and Hardison are convinced that someone is sabotaging them when it's really just Charles accidentally breaking their gadgets

-This comes to a head when the OT3's having a lunch break on the grounds, Parker points out Niko, and Hardison and Eliot immediately begin making fun of the stuffy-looking kid in a bow tie that she's talking to... and when Breanna comes up with her sandwich in hand, she's incredibly confused, because all she sees is Niko talking to herself

-So, naturally, Hardison, Parker, and Eliot wind up scouring the school records until they eventually find a boy who matches Edwin's description... who, of course, vanished mysteriously over a century ago, along with five or six of his classmates

-Hardison talks Eliot and Parker into doing a stakeout of the computer lab, and they wind up catching Charles in his "fiddling with electronics" act---and, well, it turns out that a) Eliot can beat up a ghost, even one who's a fairly decent fighter himself, and b) Parker carries a pair of iron cuffs with her (why? she's Parker, next question)

-There's a little interrogation action between Charles and the Leverage crew... except, of course, Breanna and Harry still can't see him, and they don't understand why all of these legendary thieves are yelling at an empty chair

-And then the electricity cuts out and everyone hears whispers

-And suddenly someone puts their hands on Hardison's shoulder and he's thrust back into that time with the coffin

-And Eliot turns around and sees the mean goth from the kitchens pointing a knife at him, and the two of them wind up facing off

-Everyone else is stuck in a full-ass vengeful haunting, but Parker notices Crystal holding onto Hardison, Niko sneaking over to Charles, and Edwin standing at the center of the room with his eyes glowing and a hellish aura radiating off of him

-Parker does the sensible thing and, after getting Sophie to pull Crystal off of the boys, takes the cuffs off of Charles's hands

-The haunting immediately stops, Breanna and Harry can definitely see Edwin and Charles... and both teams have some explaining to do

-Once they figure out that they're here for the same reason, Niko's the first to suggest that they work together

-There's a lot of arguing over that, but the general consensus is that they're after the same goal, they're on the same side, and clearly if they don't actively work together, things are gonna go sideways

-Also, once they start talking, Breanna is very psyched to know everything about the supernatural side of things, and Parker decides that she's going to make Niko her apprentice (mostly because they have been getting along in the girl's gym class---and yes, St. Hillarion's does have different gym classes for boys and girls, despite it being co-ed now)

-Once they begin comparing notes, Charles mentions that he recognizes the headmaster---it's the same one he had when he was a student, and the man was already ancient then

-And... yep, turns out that the headmaster is a supernatural entity that's been doing some seriously messed-up shit in order to stay alive

-The two teams settle on a double-pronged attack---some of them will figure out how to get rid of the headmaster for good, while the others will figure out a way to expose the school's habit of covering up hate crimes

-I don't know how it finishes, but... uh, yeah, if anybody wants to take a crack at this, in fic form or comic form, you're free to

(Also, Eliot pretty much adopts Edwin and Charles the second he learns how messed up their lives were, there's also a few schemes from Niko, Crystal, and Breanna to get Payneland together, and Sophie somehow finds out Nate's afterlife placement and is beyond relieved to find out that he's living his afterlife in peace after all)

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Nowadays to become famous, you must already have a big online following! So, Dulce is taking her social media posts more seriously and started her own YouTube channel. She wants to share recipes, tutorials, and reviews. Maybe a bit of fashion, hair, and makeup tips too…

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Dulce: This electronic knife sharpener is insane, guys. I’m usually skeptical of gadgets like these, but this is totally worth every cent.

[testure-1988]

About Me

Name: Al /Ali

Age: 34

Cisgender

Sign: Taurus

Pronouns: she/her

USA (NJ)

Goth

Aromantic

Neurodivergent (ADHD, APD, anxiety)

Agnostic

-This is a SIDE BLOG. I will follow you with my main (nivekogresimp)

DNI if you're:

A TERF or SWERF (or just transphobic and against sex work in general)

racist

homophobic

a fascist/nazi

pro-police

hardcore Christian

misogynistic

TCC/a Columbiner

into pedophilia/ a MAP (or if you like Lolicon/shota or DD/LG)

Ableist

Zionist/pro-Israel

-I post NSFW stuff sometimes, so minors should take note.

-If you see something (artwork, a photo) that belongs to you, please let me know so I can credit you or remove it.

What I'm mainly interested in:

The Goth subculture/ trad goth stuff

Music in general (I love Industrial, Experimental, Noise, EBM, Goth Rock, Darkwave, Doom Metal, Post-Punk, Punk Rock, Grindcore, a plethora of different Electronic genres, 80s New Wave, Italo Disco, 90s/80s Hip Hop, and many other genres).

Skinny Puppy

The 1980s

Horror Movies

JTHM (and Invader Zim...sometimes)

Art & graphic design

Dark/horror/ gothic/religious aesthetic posts

goth fashion

Vampires

Cemeteries

Bones

Leftist/democratic socialist stuff

bats, cats & rats :D

Anime/manga (Berserk, NGE, Cowboy Bebop, Sailor Moon, Hellsing, Studio Ghibli, etc.)

Elden Ring

Lord Of The Rings

Skyrim

Cartoons

Batman

Little Nemo In Slumberland (the comic strip)/anything by Wisor McCay

Mythology (Norse, Greek & Egyptian mainly)

Elvira, Mistress of The Dark

The Addams Family

Edward Gorey

Edgar Allan Poe

Some of my favorite bands/artists:

Skinny Puppy, Godflesh, Tom Waits, Einsturzende Neubauten, Meat Beat Manifesto, Coil, The Cure, Front 242, Bauhaus, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Severed Heads, Alien Sex Fiend, Acid Bath, Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire, Depeche Mode, Japan, Tears For Fears, Type O Negative, Clan Of Xymox, Virgin Prunes, Cocteau Twins, Aphex Twin, Boards Of Canada, Massive Attack, Autechre, Goldie, Merzbow, Agent Side Grinder, The Klinik, (old) Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, (old) KMFDM, Front Line Assembly, Fad Gadget, Revolting Cocks, Nurse With Wound, SPK, Clock DVA, :wumpscut:, Christian Death (Rozz only), Swans, The Sisters Of Mercy, Joy Division, Dead Can Dance, Sleep, Black Sabbath (with Ozzy only), Electric Wizard, Neurosis, Cult of Luna, Isis, Ningen Isu, Yoko Kanno, Church Of Misery, Napalm Death, Anaal Nathrakh, Pig Destroyer, Nasum, Bongzilla, Phobia, Doom, Pink Floyd, Altar De Fey, TR/ST, Boy Harsher, George Clanton, Underword, The Orb, The Future Sound Of London, 808 State, Orbital, B12, LFO, Amon Tobin, The Prodigy, Ulver, Kraftwerk, Dissecting Table, Anaal Nathrakh, Lycia, Tim Hecker, Akira Yamaoka, Deftones, Porcupine Tree, Hello Meteor, The Devil & The Universe, Wardruna, Goldie, Public Enemy, A Tribe Called Quest, Naughty By Nature, Geto Boys, NWA, Wu Tang Clan, Mos Def, Common, KRS One, The Pharcyde

Current favorite bands/artists ATM:

Coil, Jim Kirkwood, 90s Jungle & DnB

[charmedreincarnation]

Hello! How are you? I am very good for now. because after trying for over a year I switched to void state last night very easily! it was an incredibly amazing experience for me. I stumbled upon your account on tumblr a few days ago, I saw a lot of people have succeeded with the method you suggested! I felt so happy for them!

Now I will tell my own success story.

I used to be so obsessed with it that I was just procrastinating and "trying" to get into the void when I had so much work to do whenever I had free time.

Throughout this process, I always thought that I would not succeed and always went back to the beginning. I was very bad with everyone around me, I was constantly fighting and exposed to violence. In short, I was experiencing hell on this earth.

Months passed and I decided to focus on my life a little bit. I tried to think positively and convince myself how easy it was for me to manifest. But there was one very important thing that I forgot, all the evil forces in this hell were coming only on me, only me.

I spent the whole of last year and the first months of this year like a living dead...

But in these last few days, I have made a decision that will radically change my life. Before, I tried every method to enter void constantly, but something was not going well every time. So I decided that it would be easier and more useful to just assume that I woke up there, rather than making dozens of efforts to enter void 2 days ago.

THE DAY I FINALLY ENTERED THE VOID CONSCIOUSLY!

I didn't listen to the subliminal, I just did a 20-minute meditation, my wish to revisit life in more detail. At the end of the meditation, I said only one affirmation: I will wake up in void tonight.

I wasn't tired and very sleepy that night (these are usually what people think is necessary for a void).I just lay on my bed in my usual position and affirmed that I would wake up in void at night. After that I already went straight to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night, I didn't move. The sounds were so muffled, it's like you're listening to a song through a broken earpiece, that's how I heard it. I stayed like that for a few minutes, then the sounds suddenly stopped and I felt myself being pulled into the darkness. My heart was beating so fast, so I focused on calming myself. I couldn't feel my body anymore, as if someone was separating my soul from my body and floating it in a vacuum of space. That's when I realized that I really succeeded! And I calmed down for a while and then said my affirmations. I didn't make a special list, so I said it all one by one.

My manifests:

The face and body I dreamed of down to the smallest detail

My desired name, surname(i have two names in different languages)

My dream room and house with all the items on my Pinterest board(There were almost 50K pins on the board I mentioned...)

I overhauled my father as someone else entirely. With his nationality, zodiac sign, appearance, name.(I also added that he is a person who gets along perfectly with his 4 children and his wife!)

I made my mother younger in appearance, not in age, I also wished her a happy and peaceful life in every way.

As for our financial situation, my father is an extraordinarily wealthy businessman, we own the largest house and the most luxurious car in my city. We also have 4 modern apartments and 1 huge villa in another city! It does not end with these, we also have houses in America, France, England!

I also manifested new phone and other electronic gadgets.

We are 4 siblings in the family and we all get along very well, no hurtful words and no violence!

I have a private room for my unfinished clothes in my room and a very nice bathroom adjacent to my room!

I also manifested success in the lessons: no matter how long the paragraph is, it stays in my mind only once I read it and I never forget it! I do not have a single error in all the tests I have solved.

We have a total of 4 pets including 2 cats and a puppy and a husky dog. Our garden is huge, with a big swing, a covered area to sit in in the winter, and lots of lavender flowers, white roses!

By the way, I manifested that I have lived this life from the beginning, so our house is full of memories we have accumulated with my siblings and parents since childhood, our childhood photos everywhere, emotional diaries my mother wrote when she was pregnant.

I also manifested new friends to myself: one of them is famous (keep this part private lol), I wished to meet him since childhood. Apart from her, I also have a male friend who is our family friend and my best friend who lives with us.

That's all I wanted, I left everything else to my subconscious and my last sentence before leaving the void was "I will open my eyes to the life I dreamed of".

Finally, when I came out of the void, I heard my brother's voice, scolding me for turning off the air conditioner in my room and leaving it on until morning, and saying that he would be very upset if I got sick. (it did indeed come true more perfectly than I had imagined! )

The reason why I wrote my success story and the life I manifested at length is this: most people limit their desires and try to make do with less. Believe me, I was thinking the same way a month ago, thinking that living the life I wanted was unfair to the people in my life. But lately, thanks to what those people did to me, I realized that all this time I had been unfair to myself, not to them. After realizing this, I reminded myself that I only deserved the life of my dreams.

And now that I'm who I should be, I'm pretty happy with it. I can't thank you enough  my dear. The success stories you shared motivated me a lot and helped me take action.

I am so proud of you my love. I absolutely adore revision stories as well as the usage of intention which is my personal favorite method. No method is stronger than your will to have your desires. Thank you so much for sharing your story and I hope you continue to always live your best life <3

[sunny-fox]

Pet! SAHSRAU (part 2)

Reader's pronouns: -

Warnings: implied cult behaviour (?), possible out-of-character

Notes: reverse isekai, characters turn into animals, Stellaron Hunters

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Borzoi! Kafka who likes to annoy any other pet that's not in her "family", especially Welt and Himeko. She doesn't provoke anyone when you're around, but once you're outdoors she "accidentally" bumps against Himeko or "unintentionally" upsets Welt's water bowl (you knew that she was behind all of that anyway). Kafka seems to have a particular fondness for Caelus and Stelle. The way she stops bothering Himeko when Caelus wants to play with her, or the soft look in her eyes when Stelle squeezes herself in between her and Welt to stop them from starting a fight. Sometimes Kafka tries to steal the twins away when they're cuddling and napping with their "family", but has never succeeded...yet. The twins' "family" is not happy when they wake up to the sight of Kafka picking up one of the twins by the scruff and taking them away. Kafka will then come to you for help, circling you and looking at the raccoon twins. She knows that you'll find a way to bring the twins to her.

Russian Blue! Silver Wolf who loves your electronic gadgets. She's exactly the type of cat that insists on sitting upon the keyboard of your computer or laptop. Countless times you had to remove her from your room forcefully so you could study/work properly. She'll yowl, pace, try to open the door or squeeze through the crack between the floor and the door, but nothing works. Expect an angry Silver Wolf sitting on her spot in the cat tree, glaring at you silently for the rest of the day unless you give her headpats and cuddles (treats won't work either). Silver Wolf definitely competes with March 7th as to which "family" gains more attention than the other. Blade and Welt will collect Silver Wolf and March respectively from your sides if the look on your face tells them that they're being too noisy, what with Silver Wolf's constant hissing and March's sharp barks.

German Shepherd! Blade who competes with the other pets for your attention, but only secretly. While the others are busy fighting over who gets to sit next to you on the couch, he'll sense that you had a bad day the minute you return home. The sad look in your eyes and your slumped posture basically said it all. Blade will follow you to your room and wait by the door to see if you wanted his company. He decides that you do when you start rubbing at your tear-filled eyes. Blade will sit by your side and nuzzle against your arm till you look at him, and you swear there's a softness in his eyes, so sudden and rare, that just makes you feel much better. You sigh and hug him, he acts indifferent but deep inside he enjoys your embrace. Blade will starting growling at any other pet who dares interrupt his time with you, even if they're just passing by the room.

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Wrote this in a hurry, hopefully this was okay -

The Herta Space Station Crew is next!

[cherthegoddess]

Myth- Ghost in the Tower

Summary:  When eerie glitches and a mysterious death disrupt the Avengers’ peace, they discover a supernatural threat lurking in the compound. With no experience in handling ghosts, they call on Y/N, a renowned hunter known as "The Myth," to help confront the danger. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Mutant! Reader Bucky Barnes x Mutant! Reader

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Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Death Ghost Barely any Dean and in this one This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

A/N: This is the first part there will be more interaction with Dean, Bucky and Y/n coming soon but I wanted to put something out! Please enjoy! If you would like to request any one shots for this series please do!

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Ghost in the Tower

Bucky, Steve and Sam were finally having a quiet morning in the compound. Though rare, it was very much appreciated by the three. The smooth voice of Marvin Gaye played through the room while the three ate their breakfast. “You see this here boys? This is a classic. Nobody’s touching Marvin Gaye!” Sam exclaims to the two. Bucky and Sam couldn’t help but agree. Ever since they met Sam, he’d been trying to introduce the two to new things that weren’t from the 40’s, some things were a miss, but when it came to music, Sam never gave them a bad artist. As the next song came on, it started to slightly glitch, something that never really happened. “Friday, you alright?” Bucky called to her but no response came. Then suddenly Run Rabbit Run! started to play in a deep voice over the speakers. “Sam, this song came out in the 30’s we know this one.” Sam shakes his head in fear. “This isn’t me.” The boys all look at each other. Suddenly the electronics start to move and turn on. A loud shriek exits out of Sam’s mouth. “Oh, hell no!” It then all stops as if nothing has ever happened and Marivn Gaye makes his return once again. “Something isn’t right. I think we should go talk to Stark about this.” Steve says slightly creeped out. “Friday?” Bucky tested to see if the AI was back online. “Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” They collectively sigh. “Can you call Stark in the kitchen?” Friday confirms letting the three know that he would be there in five. 

“What can I do for you three?” Stark asks when he enters. “I think something may be wrong with Friday.” Steve starts. Tony’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? She’s been working perfectly fine for me? You sure old folks just don’t know how to work these new gadgets.” Bucky’s eyes roll. “Nah man, somethings definitely up. She started playing creepy ass music and all the electronic stuff just started glitching!” Sam is still clearly freaked out by what just happened. “That doesn’t sound right. Let’s check right now. Friday, run a diagnostic test.” Tony calls out to her. “Running tests.” Friday takes a moment before speaking again. “Systems are running steadily. There seems to be no issues.” Tony crosses his arms. As if on cue, all the lights power off and there’s a scream that comes from an nearing hallway. Tony, Steve and Bucky all run towards the noise. “I’m too black for this.” Sam sighs fear evident in his voice. He goes to follow them weary. 

Bucky isn’t quite sure what he was expecting when he reached the person who screamed, but a body wasn’t on the top of his list. Especially with the way that the poor girl was looking as if she was alive sitting at a desk, but it was clear by her slit throat and unmoving eyes, she wasn’t. The person who screamed stood crying on the side of the office staring at her unmoving boss. When Sam finally entered the room he almost gagged, looking away quickly. They all wished the lights that just recently came back on were off again. Steve goes over to the woman who is crying to console her and hopefully get some answers. “Hey, breathe with me. What’s your name?” The girl breathes for a second, her tears calming down a bit. “Lana,” She whispers out. “Can you tell me what happened here?” She nods tears exiting her eyes once more. “I went to go check on Sophie since the lights have been acting super weird all day in the office and then it was super cold all of a sudden, but then I found her like this-” Her voice cracks and she starts crying again. Tony is oddly quiet and Bucky stares at him. “What are you thinking, Stark? Did someone infiltrate us?” Tony shakes his head. “I think we have a ghost.” Tony groans. “Ghosts? Come on, Tony. Ghosts aren’t real.” Bucky says. “Friday, if you’re working, call Fury and tell him we need him ASAP in the conference room. We’re going to need his help. He might have a contact for this. Also can you get someone in here to help us with this unfortunate situation.” She luckily responds. Tony focuses back on the other three. “Ghosts are real. They aren’t the only supernatural thing that’s out there either. Fury knows all about it.”

Bucky sits in shock with Steve and Sam in the conference room as Fury confirms what Tony said was all true. Ghosts, Demons, Angels and things he’s never even heard of exist right under everyone's noses. “Wait so why aren’t we doing anything about this? This is a big deal, Fury. Someone should be on this.” Steve asks. “People are on this, Captain. All over the world there are people’s whose job it is to hunt these creatures down. We deal with the aliens and people, they deal with the rest. And lucky for us, I have someone who works on this type of situation. I’ll give her a call.” The boys look at each other. “Her?” Bucky asks. “Yes, you may have heard of her. She’s known as The Myth.” A blush sweeps over Bucky’s cheeks, remembering the first time they met. He was waiting to see her again. They had been texting a bit here and there but they still had yet to meet up again. He hated that this was the circumstances they had to meet, but he was looking forward to her entrance.

When Y/n got the call from Fury, she was also enjoying her day. She was sitting comfortably at a diner right outside of Chicago, her favorite city. It was her first off day in a couple of months. She had been hunting to clean up for the past few months and she was looking forward to her week off. Now she’s looking at his name across her phone screen. She groans before swiping and answering. “Yes, Fury. You’re interrupting my vacation.” She says taking a bite of one of her fries. “We need you down here.” Fury says in a serious tone. “Another cleaning-” He cuts her off quickly. “No, I think we may have a situation that is under your other jurisdiction.” Y/n sits up straighter. “You’re lying. If you miss me, Nick, you can just say that, you don’t have to make up a supernatural being just to see me.” Fury groans. “Y/n, I’m serious. I think we have a ghost. And it’s already killed one person. Tell me where you are and I’ll send a quadjet.” Y/n calls a waitress over, to get a to-go box, after telling Nick where she is. The waitress goes and gets one. “I need to bring in some others if that's okay. These ghosts aren’t my strong suit. They’re the best in the business.” Y/n warns. “Whatever you need, we just need this problem gone and no more lives lost” Nick responds. “Nick you better be glad I love you like a father because you’re really ruining my week off.” Y/n could hear the eye roll in his voice. “Thank you and I’ll see you in 2 hours.” Y/n hangs up with Fury before quickly dialing another number. “Hey, Dean? How’d you like to meet the Avengers?”

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