#knuckle kid knockout

[d3pr3773dc4n73r]

Itchin' for that happy meal.

[atinycafe]

[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

masterlist | taglist in comments

[bots-and-cons]

Hi so idk if this is the right place to request but I wanted to ask if you could do the cons reacting to the little 15-16 year old reader (gn pls) just absolutely wiping the floor with someone like four times their size and then just asking to go get McDonald’s or take a nap ✨

(I’m guessing this is the ask box and now I feel stupid lol but I just copy and pasted it so again tysm I love your writing!)

A/N: Yes, the askbox is the right place when you want to request something. I just did a couple of cons together, it’s a holoform (like a human avatar thingy) thing because I felt it was better that way. Also thank youuuu! This went a bit off the rails tbh, but I couldn’t be bothered to start over at almost 400 words, so I just kept going until I finished whatever the hell this ended up being

•Knockout, Breakdown, Soundwave and you had gone out on the town

•It was very, very rare for Soundwave to ever leave the Nemesis, but he wanted to observe some humans and you whined too much about him never going anywhere with you, so he promised just this once

•Knockout is probably the most adjusted to being in his holoform and acting like a human, Breakdown is also pretty well-adjusted

•Soundwave on the other gives off a very odd vibe, and there’s this uncanny valley thing going on with him, where people just get the creeps

•People visibly moved out of the way when you walked around town with these three, though it was mostly because of Soundwave and Breakdown’s constant angry expression

•So you would think no one would mess with you, but some of the bullies you’d been dealing with at school happened to come across you while you were separated from the three cons

•You’re a pretty chill person and you’re quite small for your age, but you have limits of how much shit you’re willing to take

•These bullies had been hounding your friend for months and you’d stepped in a couple of times to stop them, but it had never escalated to anything physical before

•So now that they saw you and assumed you were alone, these two idiots decided they would teach you a lesson

•When the commotion started, the three cons immediately started looking around, because they didn’t see you anywhere

•Knockout went to check out what was happening over where the people were gathering, and saw you standing over two other teenagers that were now laying on the floor

•You wiped the blood away from your upper lip and told Knockout you wanted to get something to eat

•He was like “Alright then” and just gave one last glance to the kids you had apparently beaten up

•Breakdown and Soundwave joined you while you were going to eat and Breakdown asked why you had blood on your knuckles

•You didn’t say anything, so Knockout told Breakdown you’d gotten into a fight

•”Well did you win?” Breakdown asked

•You weren’t really sure how they would react to you beating up some idiots, but you really should’ve guessed they would’ve been just fine with it

•You were like “Of course I won” with a grin

•Breakdown just smiled very widely and said “That’s the spirit” before ruffling your hair

•You went to get food and even Soundwave gave you a thumbs up

•Breakdown has kind of secretly been teaching you how to throw a proper punch, so he’s very proud of you, they all are, but especially him

•Knockout is more sneaky when fighting, because he’s not as strong, so he fights kinda dirty

•Soundwave is more the type to blackmail someone to get them to stop doing something, but he would definitely win in a fight too

•The four of you actually ended up talking about how to win a fight and how each of them does it

•Soundwave was a bit more cryptic about it, because he doesn’t really talk, he just said “blackmail” and left it at that

•It got a good laugh out of you but go Knockout and Breakdown wondering what kind of blackmail material Soundwave might have of them

[melishade]

Attack on Prime Incorrect Quotes Part Whenever

Main Story

Levi and Megatron at each other’s throats

More Incorrect Quotes

When Armin is more comfortable around Megatron:

Megatron: We need to counterattack.

Armin: That’s a bad idea and I’m not helping.

Megatron: Then you’re a bad friend.

Armin, baffled: Wait, we’re friends?

Megatron: We are if you help me.

Armin: Aw….pass.

Megatron: FRAGGING!

Armin waving goodbye: Friends don’t need to be accomplices to be friends!

==

It's improvement but he's not happy about it.

==

War Timeline

Knockout: By the Allspark. You gotta be kidding me.

Dreadwing: You must be kidding me.

Hanji wiping the energon from their mouth as they stood atop of vehicon corpses. Sees them and smiles: You gotta be kidding me?! squeals in delight

Megatron: You gotta be fragging kidding me! Why in the Pits of Kaon are they still alive?!

==

Optimus in the Peaceful Timeline if people found out he's the 'Savior from Heaven'

Optimus: Every time I try to talk to someone it’s: ‘Sorry this’ and ‘Forgive me that’ and ‘I’m not worthy’-! WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?!

Helos: I’m averting my eyes, oh Savior!

Optimus: Well don’t!

===

Megatron smirking devilishly after he ripped out Reiner's titan heart: Do you wish to see what else I can do?

Hanji screaming: YES!!!!! All eyes shift to them I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Megatron deadpans at the sight.

======

Optimus goes to save Megatron and gets injured in the process

Eren: For Megatron?...Really?

Hanji: Yeah, Really?!

Levi: FUCKING REALLY?!

===

Levi: I blame Eren for this... And Buckethead

Megatron: The fuck did I do??

Levi, staring at him: I'm sure you did something

Megatron:

Megatron: N-No-

====

Peaceful Timeline with Optimus and Megatron screwing around during those 2,000 years

At a zoo

Megatron: What are they in for?

Optimus: Megatron, this isn't prison.

Megatron: So they can leave?

Optimus: No, but-

Megatron, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

=====

Hanji: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Megatron, cracks his knuckles: Manslaughter it is.

====

Hanji calls Optimus: Hey, are you busy right now?

Optimus: A little bit. Why?

Hanji: Oh, no worries. Nothing important.

*5 hours later*

Optimus: You and the Survey Corps in jail?! Why did you not say anything?!

Hanji: You were busy!

==

Peaceful Timeline 2,000 Years Later

Eren: Can we stay with you tonight?

Optimus: All three of you? What happened?

Armin glaring at Mikasa: Someone was playing with an ouija board and cursed the whole apartment complex.

Mikasa: Armin wasn’t any help. He doesn’t know how to banish spirits, so he’s just throwing salt at them yelling “does this look like a hotel to you!?”

Armin: Spirits aren't real!

Mikasa: I have a video that says otherwise! I thought you were the smart one!

=====

They got Optimus drunk one time

Hanji, gesturing to Optimus: Wheeljack, look what you did! You made Optimus upset! 

Eren: Optimus, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! 

Wheeljack, feeling a little guilty: My bad, Chief.

Optimus, drunk out of his mind and crying pointing to the 104th: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

===

Peaceful Timeline

Megatron: No one can hurt me if I’m cold and detached and not emotionally invested in anyone.

Maria: Hi Papa!

Megatron: *sweating* Shit.

==

Megatron: Come on, how many times do I have to apologize to them?

Levi: Once.

Megatron: ...

Megatron: No.

===

Levi: This is like the longest I've slept. Wow, I feel so dizzy.

Optimus: How long have you slept?

Levi: Five minutes.

==

Megatron: roses are red.

Megatron: violets are blue.

Megatron: gods gave me all the height.

Megatron, snorting while pointing at Levi: and left nothing to you.

==

Sasha: The ocean is a soup.

Survey Corps and Autobots stare

Arcee: Do elaborate.

Sasha: What is needed for something to be a soup?

Armin: Uh... water, salt, some form of vegetation, and I personally prefer some meat in mine.

Arcee having a mid-life crisis

Wheeljack: The ocean is a soup-!

Sasha: The ocean is a soup!

=====

Peaceful Timeline

Rose: Optimus, what if there are monsters?

Optimus: Don't worry Aurora, humans are known to be at the top of the food chain.

Much later...

Rose, lying awake at night: I am the monster.

Teenage Maria: Go to bed, Rose!

===

Optimus: We have to plan, have to figure something out.

Hanji: Prime, when have any of our plans actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

==

Armin: Are we in trouble?

Optimus: Take a guess.

Sasha: No?

Levi: Take another guess.

==

Megatron as Matthew, in prison: Well, I've been in better jails in my life.

Reiner outside his cell: That's nothing to brag about, Matthew.

==

Peaceful Timeline

Megatron: looks at Maria

Megatron: Baby girl. Baby.

Megatron: looks at Rose

Megatron: Evil.

Megatron has beef with Rose. She's a little shit to him.

==

Megatron gesturing to titan form Eren: I think we have to kill this guy, Optimus.

Optimus: Damn...

[andorshitdaily]

Wandor Wednesday Wars, Vol. 1 - Fist fight

That's right, kids. We're bringing back Wandor Wednesday in a big way.

It's time to put those guys in some situations. Situation number one, as voted by you lovely people, is a "no-rules" fist fight. I've put "no-rules" in quotes because I'm thinking of this competition as a Fight Club style brawl, and as we all know, there is a rule in Fight Club (but we won't talk about it).

But that's about all you need to know about how to think about your votes -- who do you think would score a knockout in a bare-knuckle, anything-goes fight? NO WEAPONS ALLOWED! (I guess technically that's another rule...)

Here is the bracket for the first showdown, with completely random seeding and matchups:

It's hard to read, but here are the matches for round one, for which voting will begin very shortly:

Karis Nemik vs. Cassian Andor

Cinta Kaz vs. Syril Karn

Gorn vs. Partagaz

Taramyn Barcona vs. Time Grappler

Maarva Andor vs. Mon Mothma

Tay Kolma vs. Dedra Meero

Ruescott Melshi vs. Wilmon Paak

Taga vs. Arvel Skeen

Ulaf vs. Linus Mosk

Vel Sartha vs. Corv

Kino Loy vs. Lonni Jung

Brasso vs. Timm Karlo

Bix Caleen vs. Xaul

Kleya Marki vs. B2EMO

Eedy Karn vs. Perrin Fertha

Luthen Rael vs. Saw Gerrera

Thank you to @armoralor for the awesome last-minute graphic! (And please contact @ireallyamabear for unsanctioned betting.)

Let the games begin....

[ihaznoclue]

RULES!

I would like to inform people before they request anything, so here are some important rules and some information for this account!

Very first rule there will be no requests that includes NSFW, none of that because I don't feel comfortable writing that yet

I accept Fluff, Angst, Headcanons in my posts ^^ I love to do them

I accept requests from anyone, Everyone is allowed to request, even if its a Anonymous person

I don't accept any homophonic, weird requests in my inbox, I will either call them out or delete them

You can also request a question or anything else to me unless its weird or creepy ones or else I will delete them

I accept any reader like male, female, NB, GN, or Trans FTM :)

I write X reader's only!

Always make sure you are requesting the character that I write for, the character I write for is:

Characters for ZZZ: Billy Kid, Nichole Demara, Anby Demara, Nekomata | nekomiya Mana, Anton Ivanov, Grace Howard, Ben Bigger, Koleda Belobog, Ellen Joe, Von Lycaon, Wise and Belle

Characters for Security Breach: Glamrock Freddy, Montgomery Gator, Roxanne Wolf Glamrock Chica, Sun and Moon

Characters for Transformers (TFP): Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Smokscreen, Arcee, Bulkhead, Knockout and Breakdown

Characters for My hero Academia: Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Izuku Midroiya, Kirishima Eijiro, Katsuki Bakugo

Characters for Sonic 3 Sonic, Shadow, Knuckles

Before you request, make sure to see if my inbox is closed or open!

Thank you! \-v-/

-A<3

[redandyellowbracket]

Sure, I'll put this out now. Season 2 submissions! Here's the form for it:

Please don't put anyone from Season 1 into the form, I added a link to the spreadsheet at the top for you to see who made it in last time. i highly suggest you check it out, as any submissions for Season 1 characters/duos will be disregarded and ignored. You can also check out which characters/duos need help to reach the 3 sub minimum to get in. I've got a few picks which I may include regardless, but I'll be happy if they become qualified.

EDIT: The submission deadline is now JULY 31. Get your blorbos in before then!

Season 1 list under the cut

Red and Yellow M&Ms (real life)

Ronald McDonald (real life)

Penny and Gildedguy (Gildedguy)

Red and Yellow (AVM)

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (Transformers)

Knockout and Bumblebee (Transformers: Prime)

Cure Scarlet and Cure Twinkle (Go Princess Precure)

Kyoko Sakura and Mami Tomoe (Madoka Magica)

Flaky and Cuddles (Happy Tree Friends)

Ketchup and mustard (real life)

Red and Pikachu (Pokemon)

Apollo Justice and Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney)

Flapjack and Hunter (The Owl House)

Zuko and Aang (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Reimu Hakurei and Marisa Kirisame (Touhou)

Joker/Ren Amiyama and Ryuji Sakamoto (Persona 5)

Kasane Teto and Akita Neru (Vocaloid/UTAU)

Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Knuckles and Tails (Sonic franchise)

Mario and Bowser (Mario franchise)

Undyne and Alphys (Undertale)

Red and Chuck (Angry Birds)

Heather Chandler and Heather McNamara (Heathers)

Roman and Janus (Sanders Sides)

Aradia Megido and Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

Karkat Vantas and Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

Kagami Taiga and Kise Ryota (Kuroko no Basket)

Dick Simmons and Dexter Grif (Red vs. Blue)

Kai and Skylor (Ninjago)

Red Son and MK (LEGO: Monkie Kid)

Raphael and April O'Neil (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Keith Kogane and Hunk Garrett (Voltron Legendary Defender)

[reyesmarconi]

Charles’ fighting skill is top notch, and it does only get better with time. He’s always been drawn to it, just as he’s been drawn to free running/parkour, and handywork, and stuff he can do with his hands and his entire body. It’s what he’s, doubtlessly, best at. It’s his strongest suit, and he’s kind of addicted to it. It’s something that will always be part of him.

From a young age, he found himself both constantly getting into trouble (since he was seven, and only getting badder from then on) and having to endure his father’s volatile temper (this one solidifying since he was four), and he found a coping mechanism through fighting. Initially, there was no skill what so ever, but he’s a damn scrappy kid, and not one to play by any rules except those that ensured his own survival. Stuff like going for the eyes, groin, ribs, neck, throat, knees, feet, fingers – is stuff he has always done. Using his environment and melee weaponry is stuff he has always done. Sure enough, he still lost fights, got his ass handed to him on more than one occasion, got bruised and battered, but it was nothing he could not handle. He had to learn how to take care of himself after such encounters, and he did. His body could take abuse it had taken before and to this day, he can take some really heavy hits to his face, and even attacks to the groin – stuff that would curb or completely knock out lesser fighters.

He found out about Krav Maga through a training center around his early teens, just around the same ages violence was becoming more and more frequent an element in his life. With whichever savings he had, and some luck, he managed to get in the class – one of the few secrets he managed to keep from his father, albeit not without cost (that he was willing to afford). He was drawn to this system above other because Krav Magá, more than a martial arts or a sport, is for real, life or death combat, and much of their principles are stuff he already accepted into his mindset (threat neutralization, maximum effectiveness in the least amount of time, usage of your surroundings.) and taught him valuable elements of situational awareness (identifying threats before they occur and the psychology of combat, stopping armed attacks.) Over time, he showed himself a very capable student, and he advanced through the P levels with ease. He became a G1 green belt in his twenties, and at 32 he holds a G4 brown belt, with all the legitimate certification for it.

In synthesis, his personal style is defined as the principles of Krav Maga (in itself inspired by aikido, judo, boxing and wrestling, as well as one of the inspirations for MMA) melded with his real life experiences and bare knuckle boxing. Given that underground rings became recurrent since he hit 20, his style has been developing and adapting over the years to fit his needs, his particular height, weight, and capabilities. It is a blend of hard (kicks and punches strategically made to break bones) and soft techniques (those that are more graceful, and use the person’s strength against them), with a direct, distinctive focus on soft, which make for a very seamless style that can sometimes get hard to fight against – especially if he’s in the mood to wear you out or play you with footwork. He dodges, dances, takes your hit, your kick, curbs it, and immediately proceeds with an attack in return, and won’t stop until he has neutralized the threat. In real settings, this might as well be death, when knockouts are not enough or one goes too far.

Overall, Charles strengths are experience, melee, flexibility, speed and stamina/pain endurance. He does not lack, by any means, in strength, but it is not his focus. He’s a tough contender, but can be beaten or otherwise he can’t win in some circumstances. Charles fights for survival, and if it’s made clear that you fight to kill, and escape is easier than killing you, he will escape – he will always go for the option that ensures he gets to keep his life. Otherwise, if you’re a skilled, experienced fighter yourself, well, then it’s a matter of what’s going on at that given day, provided you’re on his exact same level or above.

In his spare time, he also likes to practice Bōjutsu, with a bo staff, and is very skilled at it for show and combat, but prefers it for fun.

Since the E black belt levels in Krav Maga are invitation only, time tells if he gets that rank. He remains a G throughout his forties. It’s by the time he’s early fifties, that he becomes an E1, after a little over 30 years of accumulated work. He took the test in Israel – he was already a certified instructor by then. Knowledge includes but is not limited to:

More complexity and control of all cumulative training

High degree of fighting ability and efficiency

Close range techniques

Fighting a trained adversary

Advanced edged and impact weapon defenses

Multiple attackers armed and on the ground

High impact mental preparation

Firearm defenses

For 1st dan, the IKMA’s current curriculum is seven (single spaced) pages of techniques including 49 specific topics along with the entire curriculum (yellow through brown belts) at the examiners’ respective discretions. All techniques must be performed from both the left an right outlet stances. A candidate must be able defend against all manners of attack from both the right and left sides (i.e. left handed weapon threats and attacks.) Within these topics, there are more than 150 techniques and variations.

[oh-katsuki]

i can’t remember if i ever posted this but it is, once again, from the drafts

cw: fem!reader, slight age gap, reader is gojo’s sister’s best friend, mentions of fingering, mentions of alcohol and parties

you’re gojo’s sister’s best friend. you both met in college and graduated together, eventually living in the same city. and satoru... well, satoru has always had kind of a thing for you. it really only became noticeable though, once he entered university. 

satoru is a momma’s boy. a good kid and an even better student. he’s younger than you by three years, just barely 21 while you’re 24. he’s still in university, a bit on the wild side but who isn’t at that age? especially when they look like that. 

but you’re grown. you’re mature. you’ve got a 9 to 5 job working for the man. you really can’t be wasting time with your best friend’s younger brother. no matter how hot he is now. no matter how sly he is, or how charming you find that mischievous grin he wears. really, you’re too mature for this. he’s too juvenile, too wild. you want to settle down. meet a man who is ready for that and he simply... isn’t.

but he’s so charming. you see him sometimes when you visit with his sister. stopping by his apartment when she drops something off or picking her up from his place after she spent the day bumming around and being a general nuisance. but the way he thinks of you becomes painfully obvious at parties. 

you go at his sister’s request which is really his request. and he’s always so attentive to you. he asks you things. how the party is, if you like the music, if you need another drink, if you know just how good you look tonight. it’s all the same somewhat flirty spiel of questions accompanied by that familiar grin. like a predator. like someone astutely confident in their ability to bag someone. 

satoru should be confident. in all his 21 years, he’s never had any trouble getting what he wants, especially not when it comes to women. he’s a smooth talker with a pretty face and social skills most con men would kill for. really, he’s a knockout. 

he really puts the moves on you at parties too. leans in close, touches your thigh when he talks, shamelessly let’s his eyes rake over your figure. but you always respond the same. come back in two years. that’s what you tell him. and satoru always responds that he’s always been into older women. he’s got a thing for them. well, he has a thing for one older woman. 

“i’m not into younger guys.” your response is firm, teasing. because you do have a thing for one particular younger guy. really, at this point it’s just pride. you’re both mature. you’re both adults. you just don’t want to admit that the gap you see between him and you is nearly nonexistent. it would give him too much satisfaction. 

satoru just leans back, drumming his fingers along the fabric of the couch because he knows you’re lying, at least when it comes to him. he’s really too smart to have not figured it out. but he clicks his tongue and smirks at you, the kind that turns his eyes to slits before speaking his response. it’s easy in his mouth, practiced, and certain. “for now.” 

you watch him go. you watch the broad expanse of his back, the way you can see his muscles through his shirt, the pretty face he sports so effortlessly, and his large hand that dwarfs the cup he holds. 

it’s only pride because you’ve been lording your age over him since your last year of college when his sister finally let you meet him. you’ve been holding it to him that you’re in charge because you’re older. because he’s a freshman in university and you’re a senior and what you say goes. but you were wrong about this. 

satoru proves it to you through this little dance you do, through his blatant displays of attraction, through the way he flirts and eventually, the way he fucks. because satoru fucks like he’s made for it, like he knows your body like the back of his hand. 

satoru asks you while he’s knuckle deep if you still think you’re in charge. months of pent of attraction, of pent up emotions lingering between hate and desire come to a blinding apex. you think—as he makes you come on his fingers and then on his cock—that maybe hate and desire aren’t opposite, but adjacent.

[d3pr3773dc4n73r]

The war rages on as fighters from all over are hungry for the grand title! As the project/collab continues, more participants have agreed to join! Now, we have the following: 🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥 OZTheKid: Mega Man 1 @switchnx: Mega Man 2 @cherricoke-art: Mega Man 3 @sonyshock: Mega Man 4 @neogandw: Mega Man 6 @d3pr3773dc4n73r: Mega Man V @pikapulu: Mega Man 9 Rere: Mega Man & Bass: Challenger From The Future @stardestroyer81: Mega Man DOS 🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥🥊💥

The search has not ended just yet, as those who still want in better hurry while there is still a chance to show your talented ideas! Other than that, back to our regularly scheduled programming!

[eldritchcreatureofwords]

Vi's scars tell stories. Caitlyn is sometimes jealous, honestly; she feels like she is a little girl, an inexperienced child when she looks at the woman next to her, with her swagger and cocky grin and skin that tells so many tales. Caitlyn's skin is pale, and perfect; unblemished save childhood scrapes. Even now, as an enforcer, she has escaped with her skin as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. She likes to touch them, pet, whisper questions and kiss, soothing the marks, both literal and in Vi's mind. Some of them get those grey eyes flashing, low rumbling laughter and a toothy grin. "What's this one?" Caitlyn asks, brushing her fingers over the chip in Vi's lips; Vi shows all her teeth in a wolfish grin and her eyes spark like gunmetal when she replies. "I wasn't paying attention." She chuckles. "Guy grabbed my ass and I punched him. We fought. I was a stupid kid and he still was getting his ass kicked. So he grabbed a brick and tried to take a few teeth." She flinches, covering her mouth with both hands. Vi laughs again, reaching up to pull them away by the wrists. "It mostly missed, Cupcake." She drawls. "And you should see his face." Playfully, she drops Caitlyn's wrists to gently 'jab' her in the jaw, barely making contact. Caitlyn laughs and falls back as if felled by a mighty blow, Vi crowing over her 'knockout' as they tangle together and Caitlyn kisses the scar over and over. Her knuckles; God, her hands and knuckles are rough and ragged, swollen and scarred. She takes them in her own hands- they're so much smaller then Vi's, so much more delicate. Vi's fingers sometimes don't move quite right, her fine motor skills have taken a hit and they cramp when it's cold. Caitlyn likes to take them in hers and rub and massage them; Vi groans, low and deep in her throat when she does, melts into her and closes her eyes. That sound shoots straight through Caitlyn, every damn time. "Christ," Vi breathes, "you have fantastic hands." "They're nothing compared to yours." She replies, with a blush, and Vi grips one of Caitlyn's for a moment, flips it over, hums softly and brushes her fingers over Caitlyn's own callused places. "Getting there." She quips, with that crooked little grin of hers. Her shoulder has a nasty feel to it, a give, a squish; the few times she's touched it, Vi leans in and moans in pleasure or flinches with a hiss of pain, and it's a toss up as to which will happen. She rolls that shoulder, frequently, and it usually comes with a click-pop if you're close enough to hear it; usually accompanied by a soft grunt, a grimace. She asks what happened; it's always deflected. Usually with a joke, a wry comment, and a guarded, flat look in her eyes that holds no humor at all. There's not a single scar on the shoulder, though her back is rough; what looks like burns. The tattoos that run down her arm cover her back, too, and along her ribs, and it looks very much like Vi has made a concerted effort to mask the scarring there. It's unusual, considering how much she doesn't flinch from the other scars. She traces them absently, and finally, softly, "Will you ever tell me what happened?" There is a long pause, and then she speaks, slow and halting. "Have you ever fucked up? Really, really, really screwed up? And you regret that moment like nothing else, your entire life?" She hasn't. She bites her lip because, really, she hasn't, and she's suddenly aware how easy, how simple, how lovely her life is compared to someone like Vi's. Her skin, flawless and smooth aside from the calluses and wear she put there. Her life, full of easy choices, easy answers, knowing no matter what she did her parents would always love her, even if they did not always support her. Vi deserves, would accept, nothing but the truth. So she gives it. "No." She admits, very softly. She expects bitterness, anger, resentment; so she's pleasantly surprised when what she gets is an honest, sad little smile. "I'm glad." Vi says, with no trace of sarcasm or anger. "No one should have to carry that shit around. Least of all

someone as sweet as you." She brushes her scarred, rough knuckles over Caitlyn's cheek, lightly, as if she was a porcelain doll Vi was afraid to break. "Imagine you did. Imagine you did, and then you had this....thing, this limp or scar or- something. And every time it hurt, every time you noticed it, it reminded you. It reminds you how you fucked up. How you weren't- good enough. How no matter how strong you always tried to be, you were- weak, when it mattered most." Her voice falters, and her right leg jiggles anxiously; Caitlyn reaches out to put a hand on her knee. Vi doesn't react, just stares down at her own lap, hair hiding her face. "Would you want to talk about that?" "No." Again, the truth. She can do nothing less- would do nothing less. "I wouldn't." "No, you wouldn't." Vi echoes, dry as dust. Her lips twist, wryly. "But you're asking me to. Because that's how it works for people like you, isn't it? You get to feel good about yourself, telling yourselves how you're so empathetic, so nice, so good to worry about people like me." "Vi." She says, sternly, "that's not fair." It's true, though, and it makes her uncomfortable. Or something close to true. "You're my friend. I just- I'm just-" "Curious. I should have called you 'Kitten'." Now Vi does look up, and the scars are in her eyes; old scars, healed over and broken open and healed over again. "I'm not some mystery novel or case for you to crack, Cupcake." "That's not what I-" "If I want you to know, I'll tell you." She shuts up. There's nothing to say; Vi is right. She's being pushy, and nosey, and she'd be defensive, too. Besides, she knows Vi by now, and the best thing to do is let her come around on her own. Sure enough, it's only maybe five minutes before a quiet; "Sorry." Comes from the bigger woman. She huffs, rolls her shoulder and licks her lips before trying again. "I'm sorry. That- was- yeah. That was pretty- shitty of me." "I'd say." She raises her eyebrows, lets Vi sit on it for a minute more before- "Forgiven and forgotten. I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to pry." Vi's brow furrows and her lips twist; she sighs heavily, and looks away again. Caitlyn reaches out to brush her fingers over the scarred knuckles- the hands that told such a story. Fighting. Constantly fighting. Had Vi ever stopped? "You know, though. You've got these big, strong hands and these big, strong shoulders," She laughs and blushes a little, despite herself, when Vi tosses her a grin and an arched eyebrow, "but you don't have to carry everything with them, all alone." Vi snorts. "Want some wine with your cheese?" Caitlyn rolls her eyes and lightly smacks Vi's arm, earning a dramatic hiss of pain and wounded puppy dog eyes for her trouble. "Stop it. I mean it. Sometimes, things are heavy. It's...nice, to get to put them down for a while. Or share them." Vi's laughter fades, and her smile becomes crooked and sad, and she props her chin on her hand. "You don't want my baggage, Caitlyn. You've seen some of it. It doesn't get prettier." "Does it come with you?" The question is out before she can stop it; both women stare at each other in surprise, and Vi blushes, actually blushes, looking away quickly. "I'm not-" "You are." She reaches out, takes those scarred, torn knuckles in her hand and squeezes gently. "You're worth far more then you give yourself credit for." Vi looks up again, lips parted just slightly. She has another scar, Caitlyn notices, a slash across her eyebrow; and she leans in to kiss it, light and soft. Vi tells her. In low, soft, broken, harsh tones she tells her about the worst night of her life, and she cries, and she hides her scarred eyes in her scarred hands and whispers I was never strong enough, I was never good enough, and Caitlyn wraps her arms around her and says is it enough to be enough for me? Just for now? And Vi nods. Vi's scars tell stories. Some are good stories, that make her laugh and swagger and hoot- some, like this one, make her keen and hide and lie to save herself. Some don't

show on her skin.

Caitlyn is sometimes jealous, honestly; she feels like she is a little girl, an inexperienced child when she looks at the woman next to her, with her swagger and cocky grin and skin that tells so many tales. And sometimes, she is so, so glad, in a bitter, horrible, ugly way, that her stories don't end in fire and sobs. If only because it gives her the strength to help the strongest woman she knows.

[legends-live-in-memories]

Focus On Me

i want yall to pretend i dont have outstanding wips i need to finish lmao. Have this instead:

Dickinette One-shot 1.9K words

Summary: 

“Dick is pissed as hell after arguing with Bruce.

His solution? Go to an underground fight club to get the shit beaten out of him.”

without further ado

Richard Grayson was many things. He was a professional acrobat. He was a dedicated vigilante. Son of freaking Batman himself. And now? Now he was pissed as hell. The fallout between him and Bruce wasn’t supposed to get this bad. Wasn’t supposed to go on this long. The radio silence was deafening and the cold shoulder burned hotter than any flaming hoop he jumped through as a kid. He knew Bruce had issues about Dick’s decision but that had nothing to do with his capabilities as a vigilante and everything to do with Bruce’s own fears and insecurities. Thinking about it just gets him riled up and he keeps replaying the harsh words they threw at each other before fists started flying too.

He needs to get out of his head for a few hours before he plans what his next move is. No. He needed to get out of his head, yes, but he needs to breathe and maybe punch someone who he doesn’t fear disappointing or someone who hasn’t dumped a ferry’s load of emotional bullshit on him. Planning what comes next can have the decency to at least wait a week. 

Trying to distract himself, he went to an underground boxing club he discovered when he was sixteen. The club was deep in the East End, hidden between the Black Bass Bar and 83rd Street. He’s been sneaking there every now and again when he wanted the time to recenter himself and get grounded before facing the world. It was therapeutic, the bruising knuckles, the blistered lips, the burning sweat in his eyes. It was rough, jaded and unpolished. Everything he wasn’t allowed to be. 

He snuck in through the regular back entrance that was reserved for fighters. The air reeked of tequila and piss and cigarettes. He could already hear the cacophony of roars and jeers from the club’s patrons as a match went on in the center ring. Making his way to the side of the ring to put his name into the bracket, he sees the current fight come to a close with a knockout. The poor guy was lying limply with a twisted ankle and a suspiciously dark bruise forming on his left side. The mat is soiled with blood, spit and what was possibly bile in one corner. Dick swung his gaze over to the fighter left standing. 

His breath feels punched out as he takes in the absolute powerhouse before him. A lean figure clad in simple matching black spandex and sports bra that left nothing to the imagination. Her bare feet were bruised and taped in seemingly random places but Dick recognised an arch to them that was only achieved through professional dancing or gymnastics. She was light on her feet, strong on her toes. Chiseled abs that put Superman to shame were marred by scars on pale skin and a fresh bandage over what could possibly be a recent stab wound resting near her hip. He eyed her wrapped fists that were caked in blood and dirt as she flexed and curled her fingers repeatedly. 

If he was left breathless by her physique then her face left him dead and buried. Bold blue eyes narrowed in concentration with her busted lips curled up in a sneer. Her cheeks were flushed and her entire face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her hair is pulled back into a regular ponytail with loose strands framing her face. Her hair, pure black, except for bleached blonde ends, looks greasy and unkept, highlighting her lack of care regarding her appearance. Her shoulders are hiked up to her ears and her muscles twitch and flex with pent up energy. She carries herself like someone who’s addicted to pain and the worst parts of themselves, desperate for a quick fix; the perfect reflection for how he feels right now.  Dick can’t wait to get in the ring.

“I’ll pay you $50 to get me in the ring with her right now.” He turned his neck to the fight coordinator who was counting a wad of cash. The balding man barely looked at him and just held out his hand for the payment. Dick couldn’t get his money out fast enough and before he even confirmed that he was the next fight, he was already taking his shirt off and going between the rope barriers to the floor.

The loser of the last fight was being dragged off with no concern for his well-being, while the victor stood off to the side guzzling some water. She barely side-eyes him, a quick sweep of her eyes without turning to face him, and he already feels himself flushing hot from the attention. He preens and starts stretching out his shoulders, rolling his ankles and warming up his legs at the same time. 

He barely registers the presence of the announcer, ears filled with cotton and eyes narrowing at his opponent. He looks for weaknesses, anything that would get him an edge, as he crouches into a starting position. Her wound is an obvious target and she’s short enough for easy face and neck shots. Hair pulling is also an option if he feels particularly brutish. She mirrors his stance, crouch closer to her feet and legs wider to increase lunging distance, and the full force of her gaze almost bowls him over. His eyes harden into ice shards, not willing to be swayed by twin pools of blue fire. The bell dings. He charges.

He swings an uppercut that just grazes her chin and she recoils, spins back and jabs an elbow in his ribs. He grabs her by the same elbow and twists his wrist. She twinges in pain but the hold doesn’t last long. She follows the rotation of her arm and faces him. He smells faint traces of beer on her lips and his mind swims. Pain erupts in his nose as she smashes her forehead into him. She kicks into his knee and sweeps his other leg out from underneath him. She clasps her fists together and drives them into the protruding knobs of his spine, ramming him into her awaiting knee. She moves to pin him and he uses this to his advantage. He grabs the arm that was about to press into his throat and spins her around on top of him, his chest to her back. He locks one leg around hers and cants his weight to the side, pinning her face first into the disgusting mat; he completely blankets her with his much larger body. This position doesn’t hold for long either. She still has an arm free and she uses it to punch into the side of his head. It’s not a particularly strong hit, but with the pain in his nose, and his brain feeling like it’s underwater, it is enough to disorient him and she pushes him off by her hips. 

Her narrow escape lights a fire under his skin and he reaches to grapple for her again. She slips away, again, and stands. He scurries to stand as well and immediately ducks from a leg swinging for his ribs. 

“What brings you here?” Dick almost gets whiplash from how fast he has to move. He was not expecting her to engage in conversation, much less initiate it. But she doesn’t sound malicious, just curious, and she pauses in her assault in attacks to display how genuine she was.

“Same as everyone else,” he says. He swings right for her head and follows left when she ducks, knocking her in her shoulder. “I want to pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist and get slapped around for a while. You?”

She snickers at his honesty and drops into a leg sweep. He jumps over the leg but clearly she was expecting it. She rides her momentum into a roundhouse that knocks him flat as he descends. She doesn’t hesitate and charges to pin him again. 

He lets her.

“Why does someone as pretty as you want to risk ruining that nice face of yours?” Her face is close, much closer than this pin requires but he doesn’t want to push her away. But the show must go on so he kicks her in the stomach, digging his toe into her bandaged side to get her off. She recoils like a snake about to spring and regards him with cold resentment. She clearly doesn’t like the reminder of her injuries. 

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. What’s a lovely lady like you doing here getting down and dirty with the local dogs?” She is many things he regards, but lovely is not one of them. ‘Stray cat’ would better describe the scrappy woman before him. The address sets her on edge and he almost regrets describing her as such. Almost. Her next series of punches have him on the defensive and he’s pushed back all the way until he feels the ropes rubbing into the bare skin of his back. The flurry of sensations is exhilarating. Suddenly it’s too much and not enough. He ducks the next punch and grabs both wrists. He made the mistake the first time and knows better now. She won’t escape him unless he lets her. Not one to be outdone, she pulls one more trick out. She doesn’t resist his grip and instead leans up closer to his ear. Her chest is pressed flush against him and he knows she’s tipping just to reach him. Her lips, damp with sweat and cooling blood, brush against his ear and a weight settles at the base of his spine.

“Got a firm grip there?” her voice is soft, almost delicate, and he almost doesn’t register the question. His tongue feels like lead and his mouth has run dry; his brain can’t make the right connections to form words. He tightens his hold on her as an answer instead. She gets it though because she chuckles a swift ‘Good’ before she’s leaping and bracing her feet against his stomach. She leans back and uses her weight to pull them both to the ground, then she lifts her feet and flips him over. His fingers loosen and she slips out of his hold again. She follows the momentum of her roll and sits firmly on his hips, one leg pinning each of his down. She grabs both of his wrists in her small hand and uses the other to tip his chin back, his skull crashing into the mat harshly, blunt nails digging into his skin.

Her face looms over his, again closer than is strictly necessary, and she smirks at him. Her tongue peaks out and swipes at the sweat above her upper lip. He holds his breath, waiting to hear what she has to say next. His patience doesn’t reward him that satisfaction, however. A ding echoes into the room, cutting through the shouts and growls of their captive audience. She won. 

Her victorious smile is a thing of beauty, he can’t really lament his loss. Before he could overthink and get lost in his head he takes a dive headfirst and gives into his impulses.

“I’m Richard Grayson. Call me Dick.” He sounds breathless and rung out. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” her name is perfect like her. She releases his arms and moves to get off him. She offers a hand to help him up and he takes it. Before he could say something stupid she continues her introduction.

“You can call me Nette. I hope to see you next week.”

She will.

[im-not-looking-for-forgiveness]

I love your writing so much 😍 could I please put in a request for Tommy Shelby on his kids wedding day? Either ruby or Charlie

Bittersweet

A/N: I chose to do Ruby because I feel like Tommy would worry a little bit more about hers than Charlie's lol. I also made up names for the spouses of Charlie and Ruby so it would read easier. It's not very long, but I hope that's okay!

Taglist: @sweetiekokkiri @imagine-richards @hxnky-cat

*****

Thomas Shelby's reflection seemed to mock him.

'Alone again.' it seemed to taunt.

"Shut up." he muttered at it, turning away in frustration.

Ruby Shelby was getting married today, and by tonight would be on the way to America with another man's name. Who knew when he would see her again? His little girl, living across the ocean where she was out of his reach. She had promised to call, but what good was that? He couldn't protect her.

"Tommy?" Lizzie's voice penetrated the fog of his mind, finally slowing the downward spiral.

"Eh?" he grunted, looking up at his wife. She was already dressed for the ceremony, donned in an elegant silver dress. She matched his grey suit.

"You're shaking." she whispered, taking his hands in hers and stepping close enough that her chest was against his.

"So I am."

"Talk to me."

"What's there to talk about? It's what she wants. He's what she wants." Tommy shrugged, finding Lizzie's gaze.

"I'll miss her, too. But she'll keep in touch, Tom. We won't lose her." she explained, trying to cheer him up.

Before Thomas could respond, Charlie and his own wife stepped into the room.

"Hey!" Charlie called, a smile lighting up his face at the sight of his parents.

"Charlie, my boy." Tommy felt some of the weight leave his heart as he clasped his arms around his firstborn. If Charlie could return to visit, so could Ruby. He had to believe that.

"Ruby looks amazing!" Charlie's wife, Elizabeth, gushed.

"George won't have a dry eye when he sees her." Charlie laughed, thinking of Ruby's future husband.

"No one will. She's a knockout." Elizabeth grinned.

"She gets it from me." Lizzie chuckled.

The group headed back into the hall, almost ready to leave. The cars would be arriving any moment to take them to the church. But first, Tommy had to see his daughter in her wedding gown.

His knuckles sounded loud on the door.

"Ruby?"

"Oh, dad! Come in!" his daughter's sweet voice sounded muted through the wood.

Thomas walked in, bracing himself.

"Oh, wow."

"Do you like it?" Ruby asked, hopeful.

What struck Tommy first was not her glowing light blue gown, but the way that she looked like a woman for the first time in his eyes. She no longer looked like the little girl he once knew, and instead one hell of a lot like her mother. In place of the child-like curves were the sharp lines of a fully grown woman. How hadn't he seen her this way before? She looked like someone who didn't need his protecting.

"I love you." he gave as answer instead, and drew her into his arms. He held her tightly, saying goodbye to the last remnants of her childhood. She was a Shelby by blood, no matter what. That meant she would get what she wanted and deserved, even if her name no longer gave her a reputation.

"I love you, too, idiot! Don't start crying on me like mum." she teased, hugging him just as tightly.

"Have you ever seen me cry?" he asked rhetorically, releasing her.

"Depends... are you crying now?" she questioned. Ruby leaned up on her toes and held her father by the face. She pretended to examine his face for any moisture, and when she couldn't find any tears went back on her heels.

Ruby continued with a grin, "I bet I can make you cry in the wedding."

"Oh, is it your goal now?" he snorted in amusement, feeling lighter now than he had in weeks. He was finally accepting that she was leaving.

"Maybe." she laughed.

A knock came on the door and Lizzie poked her head in, "Ruby, love, the cars are here."

"Oh, yay! Love you both." Ruby lit up, and pulled her parents in for a quick hug. Then, she was skipping out the door in an instant.

"You alright?" Lizzie asked, linking her arm with Tommy's.

"I am now. She seems really happy." Tommy admitted, leading his wife after their daughter.

"We couldn't have asked for a better match for her. I just wish she wasn't moving so far away." Lizzie stated, summing up what they were both thinking.

"She'll be alright. She's still a Shelby."

[wolfcrunch]

day 7 for @dekusquadweek​!

read on ao3

Awaiting in the shadows, atop a roof several buildings away, a particular underground hero watched as two sidekicks charged into a worn-down building, a wall of ice crackling into formation behind them, blocking off the entrance. He sighed, giving no mind as yells rang out across the otherwise empty lot. He grasped one end of his capture scarf.

Hitoshi wasn't surprised they hadn't waited, not at all.

He was exasperated, but not surprised considering who he was working with.

The underground hero threw the end of his capture scarf out, the material wrapping securely around a nearby streetlamp before he hopped off the roof of the building, letting gravity and his hold take over. Adjusting his grip mid-air, he swung his body weight, maneuvering his body an capture scarf to swing around the closest corner of the building, eyes zoning on on the closest open window.

He enters through the open window, instantly retracting his weapon and rolling as his feet touch the floor, breaking his fall and bringing him to a stop. He gets to his feet quietly, and creeps further into the room, having a rough idea of where Midoriya was located.

Can't believe those idiots stormed the wrong building.

Hitoshi couldn't believe he had to deal with them on such a regular basis.

Now, if Hitoshi's estimates were right based off the small activity he had seen, Midoriya was located somewhere on the second floor. Hitoshi was currently on the third. The villain - who was a small, low-life he hadn't even bothered remembering the name of, would be lurking around somewhere too. Trying to grill information out of Midoriya...

He had to move quickly, so the man wouldn't catch wind of his friends in a fight and try to flee. With or without Midoriya in tow, they couldn't afford to let this guy go.

Even if he had only a sliver of information. It was too dangerous, especially when it was Midoriya's information.

The boy's analysis was something to be feared, something he had learned very quickly once moving to the hero course. During their second year, Hitoshi had taken up on Midoriya's insistent offers to train together. The kid had his quirk practically figured out by the second session, and had already figured out support items that could help, as well as fighting styles and heroes to take tips and tricks from. Midoriya was a menace to deal with. He could go on tangents and could sit there muttering for hours about a singular quirk or hero.

And, while Hitoshi would never admit it, he did come to love Midoriya in his own way (platonically, of course). It was hard not to. With that kind of energy...Hitoshi generally felt much happier when he spent time with Midoriya. He couldn't explain it...

Th energy Midoriya had was different. Different to their other friends, different to their other classmates too, like Kaminari.

Midoriya emitted something that felt warm and safe, something which Hitoshi hadn't experienced much of in his life before...it was different, a nice different.

Focus, Hitoshi, he tells himself, shaking those thoughts from his head and focusing on the task at hand. Finding Midoriya, and getting him out of here. Making sure he was safe. Hitoshi reached the first doorway, and after peering out and making sure the coast was clear, he stepped into the hall. The silence washed over him, and despite the atmosphere, he kept his body tense, on guard and ready.

Stealthily, he made his way down the hall, towards where he knew the staircase was. He checked every room as he went, checking for both Midoriya and the villain. He could never be too careful - but every room he checked was clear.

Masking his steps, he slowly made his way down the stairs, going from the third floor to second and not running into any villains. Even though the others had chosen the wrong building to go for - he was actually glad, since it meant most of the other villains were over there. It made him sneaking around much easier.

However, upon reaching the landing that faced out towards the hall of the second floor, Hitoshi came to a stop, heaving soft, muffled voices. Two.

His eyes narrowed, and he began to creep along the wall slowly, carefully, one hand on his capture weapon. As he got closer, seeing a light shining out from below a closed door, he begun being able to hear parts of the conversation going on inside.

"--ne chance. You--" the conversation was broken, and Hitoshi strained to hear it. "--et you go."

"Not a chance." and oh, that was Midoriya. He sounded fine, at least. "Go to he--"

"Watch your tone."

The villain's tone had grown more rougher, meaner, louder, and Hitoshi nearly wanted to break into a run, take the man by surprise as he barged in and apprehended him. He held himself back, soon only a few steps from the door, within hands reach.

"Your quirk isn't doing much, villain. It's pretty cool, but not in your hands."

Midoriya, shut up! Now was not the time to be complementing such a man. He heard the villain grumble, his words indistinguishable. Hitoshi couldn't sit here and listen.

He reached out with his free hand, ready to pull the door open and wrap the villain up--

The door opened up on its own. The villain stepped out.

And Hitoshi struck.

It was a rather anti-climatic ending - the villain had no time to react, being wrapped up in Hitoshi's capture weapon before his face met Hitoshi's free fist, the man's nose crunching under his knuckles and fresh blood spurting from the broken area. It was a quick, but painful knockout on the villain's behalf.

Before his body had even hit the ground, Hitoshi had turned, entering the room and preparing for the worst.

Yet there sat Midoriya, tied to a chair, his costume and visible skin cut to oblivion, his right arm and the left side of his face obviously swollen. Blood trickled from some fresher cuts - but he seemed aware, given the way his eyes snapped to Hitoshi's form, and let up.

"Shinsou!"

"You're a sight for sore eyes...I had no clue what I was gonna have to deal with," Hitoshi grumbles back, hiding his relief behind a small smile as he quickly reaches his friends side, and after quickly looking him over for anything too serious, he cuts the ropes restraining Midoriya's limbs.

"Ow...man, I think I've got rope burn now."

Hitoshi only sighed, before he offered a hand to help the other up. Midoriya took it. "Rope burn is the least of your worries, Midoriya. You hurt seriously? What did the villain want?"

"I'm fine - nothing too serious. He just wanted some quirk information...not that I gave him any."

Hitoshi only chuckled, a rare sound and possibly not the best moment, but he couldn't help it. "Even the the guy doing all that? Midoriya, we know you're dedicated but please look after yourself too."

Midoriya scratches his head, looking abashed. "Right. Sorry."

"Anyways, I better tie up this villain and tell the others I found you. They went searching in the wrong building-"

"Others?" Midoriya looked surprised, wiping the blood off his face. "The others came?"

"It was mostly Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki who set it up - but yeah, they did. They'll be glad to see you have no broken bones this time around."

Midoriya coughed awkwardly.

Hitoshi sighed, feeling himself age five years in that very moment. "Midoriya...please tell me you didn't break a bone."

They'd been doing so good.

Midoriya chuckles, but its nervous and he's watching Hitoshi just in case. "Well...at least I didn't break it - that's gotta count for something, right?"

Hitoshi was tempted to tie up the other until he got proper medical help. He couldn't help the way he hung his head, exasperated already despite having just saved him. "Midoriya, this isn't good for you!"

"Sorry!!"

And, as Izuku would confirm later, it was not worth it either, having to sit through a lecture from Iida and Uraraka on self-care whilst already stuck in the hospital.

He was glad to be back.

[redandyellowbracket]

Round 1 polls:

Part 1:

Red and Yellow M&Ms (real life) vs. Ronald McDonald (real life)

Penny and Gildedguy (Gildedguy) vs. Red and Yellow (AVM)

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (Transformers) vs. Knockout and Bumblebee (Transformers: Prime)

Cure Scarlet and Cure Twinkle (Go Princess Precure) vs. Kyoko Sakura and Mami Tomoe (Madoka Magica)

Part 2:

Flaky and Cuddles (Happy Tree Friends) vs. Ketchup and mustard (real life)

Red and Pikachu (Pokemon) vs. Apollo Justice and Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney)

Flapjack and Hunter (The Owl House) vs. Zuko and Aang (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Reimu Hakurei and Marisa Kirisame (Touhou) vs. Joker/Ren Amiyama and Ryuji Sakamoto (Persona 5)

Part 3:

Kasane Teto and Akita Neru (Vocaloid/UTAU) vs. Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Knuckles and Tails (Sonic franchise) vs. Mario and Bowser (Mario franchise)

Undyne and Alphys (Undertale) vs. Red and Chuck (Angry Birds)

Heather Chandler and Heather McNamara (Heathers) vs. Roman and Janus (Sanders Sides)

Part 4:

Aradia Megido and Sollux Captor (Homestuck) vs. Karkat Vantas and Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

Kagami Taiga and Kise Ryota (Kuroko no Basket) vs. Dick Simmons and Dexter Grif (Red vs. Blue)

Kai and Skylor (Ninjago) vs. Red Son and MK (LEGO: Monkie Kid)

Raphael and April O'Neil (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs. Keith Kogane and Hunk Garrett (Voltron Legendary Defender)

[ninjakasuga]

Sonal Celebration Week Year 2

Here’s my next submission! @boundforfreedomsonsal   Taking place after a certain infamous issue of the comics, but in this ‘universe’ a certain ‘slap’ never happened. Never, ever, ever, ever screw that noise! For the rest of the prompts, I’m going to use my ‘Reunion’ fic as the base for this take of the Archie-verse in that Sonic and Sally got together after Endgame. So unless I state otherwise all my submissions will have some sort of interconnectivity for readers to enjoy! 

Double Date:

“Unck really decked out this place into a full friggin’ restaurant while I was gone in space didn’t he?”

At the quip stating the obvious, from across the table Knuckles and Julie-Su, both busy with their own meals; fried steak in gravy, with a side of various veggies, and a double burger with fries respectively; merely nod and continue eating. Not that either Echidna was unwilling to engage in small talk, they were just that hungry!

Chuckling at the two, for being engrossed in their meals, but truly not begrudging them, Sonic gave his Uncle’s restaurant another quick look around. The place had been a walk-up, and sit down at a counter to eat and go joint; now it was a full-on eatery with indoor dining and looked nice. Not fancy-fancy, but it was clean and well kept. He was glad in a way, his Uncle kept busy while he was tracking across the galaxy to get home. So much had changed, both at home and across the planet with Eggman pretty much trying and in some cases, succeeding in reclaiming territories the original Robotnik held and then lost after his defeat.

Realizing he was dwelling on stuff that he should focus on another day; Sonic shook his head to clear it, and the hedgehog had not just finished the gesture when he found a delicious chili-dog hovering near his face. Smiling, he craned his head to his side. “I can feed myself Sal, I still got one arm I can use.”

The lovely squirrel-munk holding said object of deliciousness, merely smiled back in a manner that made Sonic’s heart melt. “You do, but…” Her free hand snaked into his uninjured hand (the other was in a sling) and held it firmly. “You can’t feed yourself while I’m bogarting your remaining appendage.” After a brief beat, her expression turns to that of a sly grin he was all-too-familiar with. “Also I’m not letting go, so let me indulge you sweetie.”

Shrugging in defeat, Sonic opened his maw, and bite down on the offered chili-dog. Chewing and swallowing the bite in quick order. Then going for another bite, and rinse and repeat until it was gone. After licking his lips, he made a moan of delight as his taste-buds delighted in the morsel he just polished off. “Mmmm-hmmm!! By the Almighty I missed food from home!”

Seeing an opportunity for a playful jab, Knuckles swallowed his own bite, a roguish grin on his face. “Gee, a whole year in space, and he just missed the food from home. I guess Sally and the rest of us are chop-liver.”

Unable to help herself, Julie joined in, setting her half-eaten burger on her plate and clutched her chest as if wounded. “Oh woe, we mourned and cried over his seeming demise and he only cares for chili-dogs upon his return!! Sally, you should break up with him, or just break him. Make for a helluva show after dinner.” The tease in her voice was thick, and the ‘ham’ piled on as the pink-furred echidna ran with the joke and enjoying herself immensely. 

Narrowing his eyes as the two echidnas start to laugh together, Sonic rolled his eyes again and exhaled an exasperated breath. “Why did we invite you two to double date again?” Looking to his left side, he feigned a hurt expression, seeing Sally was trying to hold back her giggling by covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I see how it is, fine maybe I will just take this plate of chili-dogs and be by my lonesome!”

 Snorting, Sally reached up with her hand not holding his and cups his face tenderly. “S-sorry, but I needed that laugh. Forgive me?” She pleads softly, batting her eyelashes in a cutesy manner that Sonic only had seen Sally use back when they were kids and wanted her way. Darn it, it still worked on him!

“Well, eh I’m in a forgiving mood, plus I missed you too much.” He replied back, moving his arm not in a sling from where she held it between them on the seat and snaked it around her waist to pull her closer. Once close enough the two share a quick kiss, followed by a nose-to-nose nuzzle, ending with the two smiling at the other as they stare into one another’s eyes.

Any further playful quips died on Knuckles and Julie’s mouths as they both simply smiled and let the two have the moment. Briefly, their gazes met, and not unlike the pair across the table; they each slid a hand into the others’ and squeezed back. Considering they both dealt with their own ‘death and separation’ situation a year ago just before Sonic was thought to have died; they could deeply empathize with the need to reconnect.

When you had a second (or in Sally and Sonic’s case third), chance to be with your loved one after thinking they were gone; you took it. This was something both couples at the table understood to the core.

“Hey, Jules?” “Hmm?” She looked over at Knuckles, finding his purple eyes staring gently into her own.

“Love ya,” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Simple, and direct but it was very Knuckles to the core.

Which to Julie, meant worlds, her own face turning a darker shade of pink. “Love you too… but you made a mistake.”

This made him blink, as well as worry he goofed somehow. “I did?”

“Yeah, you should’ve kissed me here.” Sliding closer, and her arms around his neck Julie fastened her lips to his, kissing her boyfriend deeply, uncaring of the public setting.

Both Sally and Sonic stare at their friends boldly making out and slowly turned to look at one another.

“Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinking Sal?” The blue hedgehog inquired with one of his usual, cocky, devil-may-care, smiles.

“If your thought is ‘I need to make out with my girlfriend and show up Knuckles and Julie-Su’, then yes, yes I am in full agreement.” She replied playfully, eyes sparkling with want, if not need for such a thing. Scooting closer, Sally carefully angled herself, while making sure she didn’t disturb his arm in the sling. “I love you Sonic, welcome home.” “Glad to be home, and love you too Sal, now c’mere.” Leaning in, Sonic finished closing the distance and the two happily kissed, and like their friends across the table, not caring too much if they disturbed any patrons in the restaurant.

Luckily for the two couples, at this mid-evening hour, and the fact all of Knothole had celebrated Sonic’s return earlier, most of the city was winding down if not asleep. Save for one or two people drinking coffee in the corner booths, only two others in the place paid them any mind.

As the plate with her sandwich was laid before her, followed by a refill of her tea, Rosie Woodchuck glanced one last time at the booth near the windows by the door; rolled her eyes, and smiled. “A bit improper making out so boldly in public, but ah, young love, and it’s so nice to see the Princess smiling again.” Turning back to the hedgehog with greying fur over the counter, her eyes looked into his, her smile widening as she noticed his gaze was on the two couples as well. “Seeing you smiling again is also a welcome change.”

Chuck chuckled, his mustache twitching as he returned his attention to Rosie. “Just happy to see my dear Sonny-boy again. I swear these kids are already making me grey early.”

Rosie idly touched her own greying locks before picking up her sandwich to take a bite. After she chewed and swallowed, she spoke again. Her voice soft, with a touch of forlorn but also with purpose. “I’ll take being grey as long as they’re alive and happy.”

“Likewise,” He nodded firmly, then looked around the diner doing a final head-count since closing time was within the next thirty to forty-five minutes. Eyeing the couples and then Rosie again, Chuck waggled his bushy eyebrows as a cheeky smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised you haven’t ‘ahemed’ at them for such impropriety.”

“I’m going to let it slide tonight, but next time I will.” The former royal nanny and all-around caregiver replied with her own wicked smile. “Sometimes, it’s alright to let young love be… bold. It’s not like I wasn’t young once myself.”

Hearing that Chuck couldn’t help himself. “So even prim and proper Rosie made out with boys?”

“As I said I was young once.” She stated with a slightly saucy smile.

“You’re not old yet Rosie, you’re still a knockout.”

“Flatterer.” She snored, but she sent him an appreciative glance and reached over the counter to touch his hand resting on it. “Still, thank you, Charles it’s nice to hear that.”

“I can tell you much more later tonight if you wish.” He added in a polite if sly manner.

A sparkle lit in Rosie’s eyes. “Is that a promise?”

Lifting her hand, Chuck placed a gentlemanly kiss upon the top of her hand. “If the lady wishes.”

A light blush at the smooth but very welcomed gesture, made Rosie feel tingly. “I think, perhaps after you close up, you escort me to my home, and we can enjoy some ‘proper’ quality time out of the public eye.”

Now with the same sparkle in his eyes, Chuck smiled warmly at Rosie as he kissed her hand again. “It’s a date.”      Author’s Notes: I had fun with this one, especially Chuck and Rosie’s dialogue at the end. May not have had as much Sonic and Sally focus, but the story just flowed to me.