#like he is lonely and upset about not being a hero but he just sits down and let’s it happen because why would he take matter into his own

[ttomuras]

the last five chapters were extremely rushed and the ending feels generic and boring to me. like i literally joked about how there is going to be a timeskip, deku is gonna be a teacher and they’ll have a pull-out-your-ass solution about how deku can still be a hero. joked in a “this is too goofy” way just like ppl joked about “this is our hero academia”. this feels v?? goofy?? but in a not fun way for me

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lonely Souls Club 9

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: in my feels.

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Reader

Bucky leaves a dark blue towel on the bar for you. When the door shuts, you stay as you are. You sit on the lid of the toilet and contemplate the walls. The tub laps with running water, lulling your tired mind and body. 

You sigh. Embarrassment nips at the base of you skull. You close your eyes. You don’t even let your doctors see you like that. When you try to describe your pain, they don’t seem to listen anyway. Yet Bucky, he sees more than you want him too. Things you don’t realise. 

Well, you guess he is a hero. He saved you before and it’s his job to help others in trouble. This feels like more. It feels like too much. You don’t deserve any of this. 

You glance over at your cane, another reminder that you can’t give as much as he can. That you can’t ever pay him back for this. Does he get that? 

You strip off your shirt and fold it. You put it on the counter and roll your bra up your torso. You wear the ones without hooks. You can pull them on and off easy. Then the real taste faces you. 

You use the corner of the granite to push yourself up. You grunt and whimper. You get your socks off and your pants. You have to stop. You’re out of breath. The pain is like a red hot iron in your thigh bone. You manage to get your underwear down and step out of them clumsily. 

You catch yourself against the tub. You need another break before you get yourself in. You splash into the water and barely keep from fall over completely. You let the hot water steam over you and lean back. 

The tub is deep and spacious. You cling to the sides with your hands. You shudder and your eyes tinge hotly. The tears fall before you can stem them. You don’t notice until they dribble off your chin. 

All of it, the pain, the stress, the uncertainty, the prospect of being left without a home, it boils in the water with you. You don’t know how much more you can take. You stifle your sobs with your fist, inhaling deeply to keep them in your throat. You can’t break all the way. 

You moan as you sit forward and shut off the faucet. You lean back and shut your eyes. Right now, you don’t need to think about it all. Not about how to get more money or how your stomach is aching or even how you’ll pay Bucky back. You just need that moment to forget. 

Bucky 

Bucky sits on the bottom stair and listens. He can hear her clearly as he focuses above. He can hear her heartbeat chugging as she struggles to move herself around. She grunts in agony and he flinches. Then the water splashes below her staggered movements. He wants to go up and help but he knows he can’t. He’s already pushing it. She’s stubborn and he knows how self-defeating that can be. 

He closes his eyes as he keeps his ears pricked. She sniffles then heaves. And another sob follows, swallowed up as the water stirs. It’s as if he can feel her despair and pain. He knows those kind of tears. The exhausted ones. The ones when you just want everything to stop. 

She shuts off the faucet with a whimper. He drops his head into his hands and splays his fingers wide. He combs them through his short hair as he blows through his lips. His phone is buzzing. Whoever it is can fuck off. 

She doesn’t move for a long while. Only long enough for the water to cool. She sits up, her skin squeaking against the porcelain and she pulls the stopper. He listens to the water drain. 

More grunting as she lifts herself up. He shifts and tilts his ear up the staircase. There’s a tense silence, dangling as she holds her breath. Her heart is pumping wildly. 

*Crash* 

He’s on his feet in an instant. He races up the stairs and slams into the bathroom door. It’s not locked. He bursts in without a thought. She squeals as he slides to a stop before the bath mat. 

She on her side, the towel is haphazardly across her wet skin, her thighs are exposed but she hides her stomach and chest. She hugs the cotton and wheezes. Her eyes find his in horror. 

“I’m sorry,” she says. 

“Are you okay?” He bends to touch her shoulder. 

“I... just wanted the towel,” she murmurs. “I was okay... I can do it. I... I can’t do it.” 

She’s arguing with herself. He looks around. Her cane is all the way by the counter. He rubs her bare skin and recoils, stopping his touch from straying too far. His eyes are tugging toward her exposed body as it is. 

He reaches to help her adjust the towel, “can I help you?” 

She nods and hides behind her eyelids, covering her face with her hand. He hesitates, trying to figure out the best way to do it. First, she needs to be comfortable. 

“I’m going to get the towel around you,” he explains. She gulps and dips her chin furiously. She’s horrified. 

He gets the towel wrapped around her as best as he can. A zing sparks in his fingers as he touches her thigh. He holds his breath and hooks his hand under her side. 

“Alright, I'll sit you up first,” he continues. 

She makes a noise. She's too mortified to speak. He sits her up and she moans. He leans her against him and wrap his right arm around her back. 

“Okay, I’m going to get you off the floor now. I need you to tell me if it hurts too much,” he instructs. 

“Always hurts...” she mumbles. 

He slides his arm under her knees. He lifts her, first on his knees, then he plants a foot, then the other. He brings her up and he turns to the door. 

“The bed is made,” he assures her. 

She sits in his arms stiffly. He carries her out and down the hall. He puts her on the bed, the towel hanging open at her back. His fingers tickle her bottom as he pulls away. He didn’t mean to. Really. As nice as she feels, he didn’t mean to. As much as he wants to touch all of her. 

“I’ll get you some clothes,” he clears his throat and backs away. 

He goes to the dresser and opens a drawer. He pulls out the grey shirt with military font that reads US Army. With that, he grabs a pair of his plaid boxers. He takes the tautly folded stack to her. She hugs the towel again and stares at the ceiling. 

“I’ll let you get dressed. I’ll check in shortly.” He assures her. 

She sniffles. He understands. He looks down at his vibranium arm. He should take it off for her but he also needs it to help her. 

“Right,” he turns. 

He walks out and shuts the door gently. He goes downstairs reluctantly and grabs his phone from his jacket. Sam called. Several times. And sent a dozen messages. The phone rattles again. He doesn’t have time for that dumbass. 

He answers anyway. 

“What?” 

“So, you were in a hurry,” Sam snorts. 

“Sam.” 

“It’s that girl.” 

“Shut up.” 

“I get it, dude. She’s cute. But I really think she has enough problems--” 

“Leave me alone.” 

He hangs up. Sam is so nosy. He should have never asked him to help out. He shouldn’t have ever let him know about her. She needs to be protected from the world. He doesn’t get that. He can’t understand that. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be different. 

He scrolls through the menu. He taps the icon and waits for the app to open up. How... alright, um... American? That sounds like normal food. He taps the category and scrolls through the options. There’s a chicken place. Chicken and veg, can’t go wrong... 

He picks out a Meal for Two deal and adds it to the cart after the third try. Right, checkout... tip... Too many steps. 

He should get her something in the meantime. He goes to the kitchen and fills a glass of water. He looks around aimlessly, shuffling through the cupboard and fridge. Granola? It will do. 

He goes upstairs. He knocks with his knuckles as the bag of granola rattles. Her heart flips. 

“Yes?” She calls out. 

“I brought you some water.” He replies. 

“Okay,” she says. 

He takes the weak invitation. He enters and finds her under the covers. She sits against the pillows, her arms crossed. 

“Do you need more pillows?” He asks as he puts the glass on the nightstand. 

“I’m fine,” she barely whispers. 

“I brought you a snack. For now. Food is on the way.” 

She doesn’t look at him. She stares at her lap. “You didn’t have to.” 

“Stop. Let me help,” he insists and gently places the bag by her leg. “I have a heating pad.” 

She shrugs, “thank you. It's... a lot.” 

“It’s the right thing to do,” he says. “I can bring you some books or something to do? I have a tablet. Never use it.” 

She shakes her head. 

He shifts on his feet awkwardly. He wish she wasn’t so scared. He wish he could just tell her everything. That he knows exactly what she’s feeling. That they are the same. That he will do anything to make her feel better. To keep her safe. To take care of her. 

“You’ll let me know what you need,” he says. 

“I don’t need anything,” she squeaks. 

“But when you do,” he sighs. 

She nods. 

He stares at her. She’s trembling. She’s in pain. All because she fell. Because he let her fall! He should have been adamant. She needs help or it will all be worse. 

“You know, it’s okay to need help.” 

“I know I need help,” she snips. He’s never heard her speak so sharply. “I know that I’m broken.” 

“I didn’t say that--” 

“I’m broken and I’m a loser. I have nothing to give you, Bucky.” She lifts her head, her eyes hooded with pain. “I can’t pay you back for any of this.” 

“I know.” 

She frowns, “so why are you doing all this?” 

As much as he wants to tell her the truth, to tell her how he feels, that he has nothing else in this world that makes him care. Only her. He knows he can’t. Not yet. She’s not ready. 

“You know, I was alive during The Great Depression. All sorts of people needed help. Including me, my mom, my dad, my sister,” he explains. “They needed help but they also helped others. My ma, she used to make these big pots of stew and when some beggar walked by, she’d hand over her bowl. She thought we didn’t know that her bowl was full of water, but I did. 

“I used to steal canned tomatoes and leave them in the pantry for her to find. She always thought she forgot because she was so hungry...” He shrugs and sniffs. He doesn’t talk about his family. “My dad came and got me from the base when the MPs caught me sneaking around the mess. He almost lost his job but he never told her. And those government issued crushed tomatoes kept going missing at the camp.” 

She looks at him intently. Her face softens and her eyes gleam. She wiggles her nose and lowers her head. 

“You must miss them,” she says. 

“Sometimes,” he admits. “But I keep them close by doing what I know they’d want me to. Like helping those who need it.” 

She doesn’t say anything. He watches her for a moment before he snaps himself out of his trance. He inhales deeply a scratches his neck. 

“I’ll go wait for the food,” he says. 

[shift-shaping]

a conversation over cards

Varric, Blackwall, and Solas play Wicked Grace in the Singing Maiden. It is impossible not to talk about the Herald of Andraste, even if Solas would prefer not to.

rating: general

pairing: solavellan (discussed)

warnings: alcohol, gambling

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“So,” Blackwall dragged his cards across the table and examined his hand. “How’s the Herald’s training coming along?”

Solas frowned at his cards. “You’ve seen her in battle. What do you think?”

The Warden shrugged. “Better, I’d say. Feels less like she needs to be scraped off the ground now.” He put a few coins in the center of the table. “Not that I wouldn’t still be there if she did.”

Solas tapped the table, and Varric eyed him before raising the bet. “It’s better if the 'chosen one' isn’t spending half her time at death’s door, though,” Varric said. He set three cards down in the center. “What was going on the other day, though, Chuckles?”

“What do you mean?” Solas asked. He looked at the flop, then raised the bet.

“You two wandered off into the woods, disappeared for an hour, and then came back covered in dirt with her clothes torn.” 

“Yes,” Solas replied, annoyed. “There was a minor accident, as often happens when training.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Blackwall laughed. He drew a card. Solas shot him an exasperated look over his hand. “I’ve seen how you look at her. No need to be embarrassed.” The Warden's voice was grating. 

Solas had half a mind to fold just to avoid this conversation. “She is not here to be… looked at.”

“Sure, but that hasn’t stopped you.” 

His skin prickled with irritation and he glared at Blackwall. “Are we here to play cards, or make inappropriate comments about Lavellan?”

Blackwall laughed heartily and raised his hands in defense. “Alright, alright. Didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Come on, Chuckles, we’re all friends here. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t talk about it.” Varric looked at his hand, and Solas felt a pinprick of relief in his chest. “You’re just… analyzing her fighting style.” Blackwall laughed again, but said nothing else. They finished the round, and Varric came out on top. Blackwall had done poorly. 

They began another round, with an accompanying round of drinks. Solas had barely finished half his first order. Staying as sober as possible felt wise given the direction of the conversation. Blackwall and Varric managed to stay off the subject of Enaste, however, and in time Solas let himself relax again. Not until much later in the night, when Blackwall was much deeper in the drink than Solas or even Varric, did she come up again. 

“Do you think it’s lonely? Being the Herald?” Blackwall sounded almost wistful, but mostly drunk.

Varric laughed. “Not you too, Hero.” He looked from the pile of coin in front of him to the empty tankards in front of Blackwall. “I would argue that our job is to make it less lonely.”

“Should we invite her to play cards?”

“Now?” Varric glanced at Solas. “Maybe after you sober up a bit.”

Blackwall nodded and sighed. “My hand is bad.” He laid it flat on the table. “Fold.”

“Not really how Wicked Grace works, but alright,” Varric divided the bet between Solas and himself.

“Another round, then?” Blackwall offered, starting to stand. 

Varric held out his hand, laughing. “Flissa is going to cut you off. Just sit down and relax.”

“Fair enough, I have had… a few.” Blackwall sighed, plopped his weight back down, and kicked his feet on to the table. Varric cringed. Blackwall was quiet for a moment, but it was obvious he wanted to say something, so Varric and Solas just watched him until he did. He was silent for long enough that it seemed the moment passed, but the second Varric started to speak, Blackwall cut him off. “Do you think she’s really the Herald of Andraste?”

Varric shrugged. “She doesn’t seem to think so.”

“Does that matter?” Blackwall asked, and Solas raised an eyebrow. “If all these people say she is, maybe the truth doesn’t matter.”

“You sound like famous author Varric Tethras,” Solas remarked dryly.

“Whatever makes the better story,” Varric agreed. He watched Blackwall quizzically, then turned to Solas and nodded at him. “What do you think, Chuckles? Is our Dalish friend divinely inspired?”

“If she does not believe so, I am inclined to take that as fact.” Blackwall opened his mouth, but Solas went on before he could speak. “You may be right though, Warden Blackwall. Perhaps it doesn’t matter. The people will see what they want to see when they look at her.”

Blackwall looked at him, his eyes narrowed, surprisingly and suddenly sober. “And when you look at her?” 

“I do not believe it matters how I see her.”

“Doesn’t it though?” Varric asked. “We’re her closest allies. Our impression of her might be the most important of all.”

Solas sighed and turned the tankard in front of him absentmindedly. “I suppose that depends on how you write the book, doesn’t it?”

Varric grinned. “Now you’re getting it.” He laughed again, shaking his head. “Maybe I should hope she takes an interest in someone more scandalous, then. Like Bull. Or Sera.” Solas rolled his eyes. “The elven apostate getting with the only other elven apostate in the Inquisition doesn’t sound like the most compelling match.”

“If we recruit the mages, there will be plenty more elven apostates,” Solas replied, and Varric hummed his agreement. It was a non-response, but Solas didn’t care. He understood why this line of conversation was so compelling to Varric, but he did not want to entertain it. He could not have an interest in Enaste, even an aesthetic one. There was no purpose to it, and no possible positive outcome. If Varric thought it was boring, Solas was more than happy to keep it that way.

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[silent-raven13]

Pregnant Omega

"That's it! The doc told you, you need complete bed rest! I don't to find you cleaning or moving around so much!" The large Punker wore a ripped shirt with a skull and red Anarchy symbol over it, he crosses his muscular arms being annoyed at his Omega, "You will endanger our pups!"

"But, Baby! I'm so lonely and BORED!" His eight month pregnant Omega whines having to wobble around with his large belly being upset, "Your barely around! My nest isn't helping me, and you're not here." He whines with his scent sending distress signals to his Alpha.

"I know. I know, baby!" His Alpha went over to hug him with his protection pheromones to calm his pregnant Omega, "Luv, I promise. I'll finish this mission and come back here ready to make you comfortable."

"But, you promise last time and had to go be Punisher! I need you here and now!" His omega frowns.

"Luv, this mission will have us set! I promise with all my heart that I will come back to be for you," His husband kisses his lips, cupping his face. "Right now, I want you to stay in bed and rest up. I'll be back as soon as possible!"

His Omega still pouting with his cute plump lips popping out like a sad puppy, "Okay..."

"Luv. Sunflower, my beautiful darling, understands this will be good for us. I will be here for you when I'm done." He kisses his Omega a couple of times.

"Love you, papa bear." His omega softly said.

His Alpha's eyes gleam when his hand pressed his Omega's round belly to feel those kicks, "See you soon, mama bear." He winks at him.

"Hahaha!" He giggles as he lays in his bed where his nest is made, a perfect nest that needs his Alpha to sooth him. When his punker put on his Punisher's hockey mask, he left with a bat that has nails on it and put on his spiked leather jacket.

His omega rested on his bed hearing this husband leaving their condo. The whole building is own by his husband who carefully built an underground level where he can leave with his motorcycle out an abandon warehouse, he also owns.

"I'm so bored!" The Black Latino whines being bored, "Ugh, I need to do something." He's so use to being Spider-man or painting with his free time, but he can't do much with his big belly and the risk of endangering his babies. "Ugghhh, I'm bored and hungry!" He's craving for a big juicy burger, his pups are kicking like crazy.

The small Omega wobbles to the fridge to find anything to satisfied his cravings, instead he saw rows of healthy snacks and foods, and water. "I hate this stupid diet! Ughhh!" He whines knowing his loving husband had restock the fridge making sure he would stick to his low sodium and sugar diet for the pups safety. "Blah, vegetables! I want burger and fries!" He groans, then he decided he couldn't handle being by himself.

He grabs his dimensional travel watch to put it on after he got dress in an oversize sweater on top his red and black spider-man suit and fix his hair with a colorful bandana wrap. Before he left the portal, he took his Smartphone just in case his hubby calls him. "Whee!"

On Earth 928, everyone chilling enjoying their time, some Spider-heroes went on about their mission. Some went to lunch, some would hang around catching up with their friends.

Miguel 928 being busy with his work, he looks over at the pregnant Omega, "Is there a reason you're here, Morales? Aren't you on maternity leave?" He saw the Omega's large round belly.

"Hehehe, are you worry about me, Miguel." He giggles having to sit down while slurping a milkshake, "Mmm, I've been craving for these forever!"

"Well, yes. You look like you're ready to have your pups any minute."

"Nah, I got two months left. Turns out I'm having triplets." Miles 2023 giggles, "Mmm, this is so good." The Omega being super happy to be around someone.

"Wouldn't it be better to be at home to rest."

"It's very lonely over there. Is it fine if I stay a bit here. I miss my friends." Miles' stare at his boss with teary eyes, "PLEEEAASSSEEE let me stay!"

"Alright, it's fine. Just don't do any heavy lifting or moving so much. I'm going to contact Miles 2020."

"Oh yay! I miss him!"

The door slid open revealing Pavtri with Hobie 138b, "Hey, Miguel! We're here to give you our reports!" The two locked on the short pregnant Miles, who happily sitting on a hove chair and drinking a milkshake. "Oh my brahma! Miles, you look amazing!"

"Do I? I haven't been feeling well with my body changing..." He pouted looking very upset.

Hobie went over to comfort him, "You look bloody amazing! If only I was me and my Sunflower was born in your world!" Something wash over him seeing this Omega variant of his Sunflower had flourished in him. He wanted to protect him, be there for him.

"Easy, Hobie! You got yourself a Miles." Pavtri giggles as he peeks over, "Can I touch your belly?"

"Sure. Look! They're kicking." The Omega happily lift his sweater then took both Spider-men's hands to place on his round belly, the two eyes gleam and sparkle at the small kicks. "This one likes to hit so much."

"They're? You're having more than one?" The Indian Spider-man happily said out loud with his face overjoy.

Hobie only made a small smile being giddy in the inside, this time both of his hands touching the round belly to fell those kicks. "Oh." His eyes sparkles at the multiple kicks.

Omega Miles went into his sweater pocket, "Huh uh! I'm having triplets! Lookie!" He shows them the ultrasound of his pups. "One is hiding behind this one.

The two look at the photos being super amazed. "Awe, look at this one little hand! Wow, triplets! Looks like Hobie and Miles are meant to have triplets in the Omegaverse!"

"I know! I'm waiting for Miles 2020 to ask how he does it. I wonder if he got a workaholic Alpha!" He pouted, "I'm worried about me raising them."

"Awe, I'm sure your man will be there. Why he's working so much? Pavtri asked.

"Well, since I can't be Spider-man, he had to take on both jobs. I feel terrible that I can't do nothing but sit here and-and!" His big eyes watered like an anime character then tears, "Sorry, I'm very emotional."

Hobie said, "You know, for an Hobie to do all this that means he wants the best for you. To protect you and make sure your family are well off."

"I know, it just sucks! My bae is working so hard and I feel like shit." He cries.

"Awe, it's okay. Your pregnant. You're going through it, he would want you to not worry." Pavtri explains.

The Omega pouts, "I just need my Alpha and I feel so lonely." He wants to snuggle and enjoy his nest, but without his Alpha, he needs to find comfort among his friends. "Without that I need my friends."

"Then, I'll be here to substitute." Hobie said being proud, he went to get a blanket and bottle of water for the Omega.

"Hahaha, thanks guys. But, Miguel is here to be the Alpha substitute, since he's around and help me feel secure." Miles 2023 giggles.

Hobie frowns feeling jealous, "Why him?"

"Man, your acting like your the Alpha! Relax, this is because Miguel have amazing qualities of an Alpha. Since Miles 2023 is pregnant he needs someone secure around." Pav explains.

Miles 2023 nodded, "And Miguel never learns his office."

Miguel sighs, "I had a feeling you were gonna point that out."

Miles 2020 came through the doors, "Hello. Hello! Wow, I didn't expect to find the Spider Band in here." He smiles happily at Miles 2023, "Wow, look at you! Your glowing!"

"Awe, thanks!" Miles 2023 giggles.

"I'm surprised the doctor is allowing you to move around, when I was pregnant I had to be stuck in bed till I went to labor." The older Miles said.

"Well... he did say I have to be bed resting but-But I WAS SO BORED! I ended up scrubbing the floors because they were so dirty and clean my home!" He explains out loud seeing all of their faces fell from shock.

"Are you crazy!" Miguel shouted out loud, "You can't be doing intensive labor!"

"I didn't mean too! I was bored! Then my Alpha came home yelling at me." Miles 2023 sniffles. "I just need attention or the urge to do something."

"I get it. When I was pregnant I felt useless without being Spider-man, I actually started to clean the attic and do a deep clean of my house." Miles 2020 explains, "Our Alphas are only busy because of our responsibilities of Spider-man have to be taken over. It makes sense you need your Alpha!"

"Miles!" Miles 2023 hugs the older Omega being so happy someone gets him. "Finally someone that gets me!"

"Oi, what's going on here?" Hobie 138c came by to find Miles 2020, "There you are! I was wondering if we're planning to have a meeting?"

"Oh right! I completely forgot." Miles 2020 sighs, "Hmm, Miguel is it alright if I have the meeting here?"

Hobie 138c and Hobie 138b smirks at each other, "Hey, man. What's good?" They gave a smack on their hands.

"Nuthin' much. Slowly breaking down the system." Hobie 138b shrugs.

"Hahaha, same but making it louder and bigger!" The other variant chuckles.

Miles 2020 stood, "I'm surprised you're here, Hobs. I thought you hate being on time?" He stood looking so attractive and elegant being so tall and glowing smile.

Pavtri giggles at the two Hobie's crushing hard on Miles 2020, they were flustered by his presences. "Teacher's pet." He teased.

"No!" They pretended to act cool.

Miles 2020 chuckles, "I still got it." He playfully tosses his hair back, being flirty. "My husband is the same way."

Miguel said, "Well, Morales. You have to sign these paper saying you're using this room. Sometimes Jess use this room, too."

"Okay." As he went up to sign them, then playfully flirted, "Aye, Miguel. If you wanted me to be so close to you, you could've said so, hehehe."

"Aye, careful. I know your Alpha is the jealous type. I don't want trouble." He saw two of the Hobies glaring at him, "Aye, relax! He's not even your partners."

"You know, there's a Miles' Omega with a Miguel Alpha somewhere." Omega Miles 2023 giggles, "They got twins."

"Whhhaaaa! NO WAY!" Pavtri said having to take out his notes, "I didn't know that was a thing, then again, last week I saw a Pavtri and Hobie variants dating."

"Anything is possible in the multi-verse." Omega Miles 2023 happily said. "I mean, we have Mariana and Miguel being a thing."

"That's right. I forget Marianas are Miles' female versions since all these variants are their own person."

"Right!" He nodded with agreement, "Like Hobie's female variants are way different, compare to their male versions."

Then the doors slide open revealing Punk Miguel and Mariana 1022 walking in bringing box and trays of drinks.

"Hey guys, we brought pan dulces, hot chocolate and Empanadas!" Marianna happily said. "Oh, hello, Miguel!" She saw the older Spider-man up on the platform.

"Hola, Mariana." He said.

The door slide open revealing Silk, and Ultimate Spider-man walking in. "Ohh, do I smell pastries." Peter said with joy.

"Mmhhmm," Mariana offer them some Pan Dulces as she chew her own sweet bread, "Oh, boss! You can grab some! I got us plenty!"

"I like the chocolate concha." Silk said as she told Peter which ones were her favorite.

"Ohh sweet. I'll get this one."

"Those are called Besos! Kisses." Mariana smiles at him.

"Ohh, nice. I sure do love kisses." Peter chuckles.

Then the door opening showing Deadpool talking to Miles 43 and Alpha 2010b, "No way! There's a cookbook about me!"

"Yeah, I found it in one of the universe I hop with my friends. Apparently half of the cookbook is about chimichangas?"

"I don't even like chimichangas, I like saying it because it's a funny name for food!" Deadpool laughs out loud.

"Ugh, tell me, again why you're on this mission? You're not even a Spider-man!" Alpha grunts.

"Because his boyfriend is a Spider-man." Miles 43 chews on his gummy worms having to share with Deadpool, "Why gotta hate the good vibe of this guy?"

"Yer!" Deadpool chimes in, "And I got the Gizmo to prove it!" He shows his watch off.

Alpha rolled his eyes until he sniffs the area spotting a pregnant Omega, "Why is he here?"

Miles 2023 giggles sniffing the Alpha's scent, "I'm bored! So I am joining in on the fun!"

"Hello, Alpha. Miles 2023 is having trouble staying in his nest while his Alpha is being busy with his work. I thought it would be nice to have him in the meeting-" Then loud arguments ring through the halls as the door slid opening revealing Lupe and Miguel 660 being pissed off.

Gabriel 660 and Billie 1613 follows them. "I told you that's a horrible plan! Why did you advise her to go through with it? That boy is dangerous! He's an OSBORN, dumbass!" Lupe scowling at Miguel 660.

The redhead growls at her, "It's logic! You know like every Spider-hero is to play the game and be secretive until you find a valuable clue! It makes sense for Billie to go back to him and find evidence of Norman Osborn using illegal drugs!"

"That's so stupid for you to think Billie is able to handle a mission like that! She dealt with his son before and gave her bruises! Miguel, sometimes you're the biggest idiot in the world!"

"Me? I'm the idiot? You are coddling her! She needs to practice this!"

"Lupe, I agree to this! It's okay, Miguel 660 had help me through the mission!" Billie nodded.

Gabriel 660 shook his head, "No! I don't think you're ready. It's too dangerous, right Lupe! She's gonna get hurt!"

"Gabriel, por favor! She's a sixteen year old Spider-woman! She can handle anything!"

"Peter Osborn is a psycho! He murdered one of his exs!" Lupe pointed out being frustrated.

Miles 2023 chewing on a sweet bread being glued on the latest drama. "Careful, Miguel. Piss her off and she's gonna throw you across the room." Alpha grunts.

"Ohhh!" Deadpool teased as he chews on an Empanada.

Miles 2020 looks at Miguel 928, "You gonna need to settle this, boss."

"Ugh! Why is it you two always fight each other?" Miguel grunts at his variant and at Lupe. "You two need to learn to not argue like children!"

"I will stop if you agreed with me that this mission is dangerous for Billie!" Lupe crosses her arms at him.

Gabriel nodded, "Yeah, the guy she's dating is fucking crazy! He killed one of his exs!"

"You two need to trust me! I can handle this!" Billie said.

"Miguel, Billie is old enough to go on serious missions. She needs to learn on to handle stealth and play her part as Billie Mariana Morales. Spider-woman needs that." Miguel 660 explains with red eye glasses being fixed.

Miguel 928 took a moment. "What if this was Gabriella, huh? When she's 16 and you're gonna allow her to go on a mission like this!" Lupe quickly pointed out.

"Ohh, she bloody throw his sprog's name." Hobie 138c gasps.

"But it does make sense. Gabriella is a Spider-child... she'll one day have to do missions like that." Miles 2020 pointed out. "Lupe, I understand you don't want Billie to get hurt, but this will be good for her to be on her toes."

"She needs that lesson, being Spider-woman isn't all rainbows and butterflies." Alpha pointed out, "Harsh realities sets in."

"I agree, but don't tell Miles 42. He rather do the mission himself and dress up like a chick." Miles 43 snorted.

"I get that, but I don't think she's ready. I'm her mentor!" Lupe points out and glares at Miguel 660, "and you have no right going behind my back without my approval to this big plan, Oh Mr. I'm-so-smart-even-though-I-use-my-ex-Ai!"

"Ohhhh!" The whole group said.

Miguel 660 scowls, "I am smart, thank you ver much! I see Billie already ready. What are you my mom, now? I have to tell when I get to shit or piss, too?"

Hobie 138b chuckles at the two. "Wow, they are really mad." Miles 2023 smack his lips having powder sugar on his lips. "Mmm, this sweet bread is good!"

"Look, how about we all take a moment!" Miguel 928 said, "Calm down and we'll talk more when we are all in a better mood."

They were glaring at each other still. "You know, if it makes you two better- there's a universe where ya'll are together and have kids." Miles 43 points out.

"ECK, fuck no!" Lupe and Miguel 660 said with disgust in their voice.

"Oh, what if you guys rub my belly! My pups are kicking and I have photos! I'm having triplets!" Miles 2023 pulls out his photos having to surprise everyone in there.

"NO way! Awww! Sweet! Congratulations!" They said out loud.

Lupe and Miguel 660 went by to touch Miles 2023's belly feeling those kicks. Billie gasp with joy, "Oh, that's so cute! I wanna touch the belly."

Miles 2023 giggles, "See my pups makes everything better."

"Having triplets is insane! Does every Hobie and Miles' variant have triplets?" Miles 43 asked.

"Hahaha, as far as we know." Miles 2020 chuckles, "Anyway, we should start the meeting."

Miles 2023 happily listen to his friends talking among one another about their plans for their big missions. He had his Smartphone on silent which was receiving a lot of messages from his Alpha.

Hobie 2023: Luv, have you eaten? Remember doc wants u to eat healthy and drink lots of water.

-few seconds-

Hobie 2023: Luv?

Hobie 2023: Why your not responding me?

Hobie 2023: BAE? Sunflower?

Hobie 2023:Call me, right now!

Hobie 2023: SUNFLOWER!

And it went with so many messages from a panic adult.

Hobie 2023: I'm coming home right now!"

-An hour passed, Miles 2023 hasn't checked his messages. The whole group was dealing with Lupe and Miguel 660 arguing again about Billie's current mission.-

Hobie 2023: Luv, where are you?

Miles 2023's smartphone show incoming call from his Alpha.

-4 miss called by Hubby-

Hobie 2023 sending texts in panic: Luv, WHERE R U? Pick up! r u kidnap? plz respond! MILES!

Miles 2023 happily kicking his feet as he sips his hot chocolate while watching Lupe and Miguel 660 already throwing hands. She flipped the middle age man over, "Oh yeah! Try me, bitch!"

"WHOA!" Deadpool saw Lupe being super pissed off.

"I honestly believe you two should just have angry sex at this point." Miles 43 snorted.

Alpha spits out his coffee from shock. Billie cover her mouth in shock while Gabriel shouted, "MY dad is married!"

"Well, this always happen!" Miles 43 points out.

Miguel 928 pulls Lupe away from Miguel 660, "Enough! You two will have graveyard shift and work with more missions together. Do not test me." The two Spider-heroes huffs being quiet.

"Come on, you two. It's always you guys fighting. Why do you two hate each other?"

"He's a smart ass!"

"And she doesn't shut up!"

They're glaring at each other. Silk said, "Can we just agree Billie should continue the mission? She needs it."

"THANK YOU!" Miguel 660 said out loud of the whole point of their arguments.

"I agree." Miguel 928 finally said once he heard everyone's opinion on the topic. Then he looks at Billie, "Billie, tell us, what do you want to do?"

"I want to continue the mission. I'm learning and I know I can do it." She stood confident in her words.

"Very well. Billie will continue on the mission and that's it. Miguel 660 and Lupe, you two will keep an eye on her. Miguel 660 will mentor her for this mission, Lupe."

"What!" She stares at him with shock.

"It's fair. You need to let her venture out."

"That's crazy, Miguel!"

Hobie 138c pointed out, "To be fair, she needs to think on her own. Miguel 660 is an arse so that will help her."

"Geez, thanks." Miguel 660 snorted.

"You welcome, mate." The spiked bleached hair punker grins widely while making his variant chuckles along.

Deadpool points at Miles 2023's phone seeing the messages, "Hey, your phone is going crazy?" Then he looks at the 4th wall, "Looks like we're gonna get some drama, huh readers?"

"Hm?" Miles 2023 looks at his Smartphone and gasps, "Oh."

"What's wrong?" Miles 2020 asked him.

"I put my phone on silent and my Alpha is panicking..." He gave a weak chuckle. "Heh, I sort of left without telling him where I'm at, heh."

Alpha, Miles 2020 and the Hobies eyes widen in shock. Miguel 928 quickly turns to face the small Omega, "WHAT? You didn't let him know he's here?"

"Ohhh no." Miles 43 gasps, "You know, a Hobie will go berserk without their Miles!"

"And being an Alpha without his pregnant mate- that's double trouble." Alpha groans. "Isn't your alpha a criminal?"

"He's an Anti-hero!" Miles 2023 pouts, he quickly texted his partner saying where he was. "Don't worry, I'll just text him and"- A large portal came through the middle of the room revealing a tall dark skinned male with Spiked mohawk logo dreads wearing his Hockey cracked mask showing his dark purple eye through the crack, and holds a bloody bat with nails. He stood wearing tight black tank top, and distressed jeans with chains and thick red boots with blue laces.

"Well, HEL-LO!" Miles 43 smirks at the handsome alpha, "Now, that's a sexy entrance."

"Mmmhhhmmm." Miles 2020 nodded.

The Hobies eyes at their partner's variants. "I am offended." Hobie 138c said out loud.

Miles 2023 happily said having to use his scent to calm his Alpha, "Bae!"

Hobies 2023 growls having to smell Alpha's scent, "Who are you?" Then glares over at Miguel 928 with his hand gripping his bat being ready to strike.

"Easy." Miles 2020 uses his scent. "Your omega came here on his own." Slowly went over to calm the alpha down, "Easy. Your pregnant Omega is fine."

"Yeah, bae!" Miles 2023 got off from his chair to go over to hug his mate spreading his scent all over. "I'm fine. I forgot to text you." He did his cutest pout but his Alpha let out a low growl, he's very upset. This time the alpha became cold towards him, he remove his hockey mask revealing his handsome face, with three vivid scars on his left cheek and heterchromia's eyes.

Miles 43 whistled at the handsome alpha, "Wow, he is FI-uhh-ne!" Miles 2020 quietly cover his mouth with an agreeing nod.

"We need to talk." He said in a serious tone, taking his Omega's hand out of the room. Every Spider-heroes quickly went by the door to find the two in the hallway talking.

"What the hell!" The dark skinned alpha scowls angrily at his mate, "You just left without telling me anything! What is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry!" Miles 2023 frowns with watery eyes, "I didn't mean to!"

Miguel 928 hisses at the nosy group, "Aye, leave them alone!"

"Shhh, this is the good part." Deadpool shoves gummy bears into his mouth sharing the bag with Miles 43 and Silk.

"Mmmhhhmm, finally some drama." Silk mutters.

Miles 2020 looks at Alpha, "Should we step in?"

"No, this alpha is very dangerous. When he saw me and Miguel already assuming us as alphas, there's no reasoning with him when he glared at us."

"You're right. Luckily, I stepped in, huh?" Miles 2020 chuckles at the two.

"And you're a Miles, you know." Lupe added. "Hobies don't attack Miles."

The two Hobies nodded at this.

Back at the couple, Miles 2023 said, "I was bored and alone! I want to go out, have fun, see my friends!"

"I get that, but you are seven months pregnant with triplets!" Hobie 2023 points out being frustrated, "I text you and text you! No response, I'm thinking the worse! You just left!"

"I'm sorry! You know, I'm forgetful!"

"No, you can't use that on me! I expected you to be an Omega and take care of yourself while dealing with this pregnancy! I'm working my arse for our future- for our pups!" He sounded hurt, "and for you to bloody leave me and not say a word."

"I'm sorry, Hobie! I'm- you don't know how lonely it gets and the constant worries I've been through when I'm not out there being Spider-man! I know, I need to take care of myself, but my fear is you getting hurt!" His omega said to him. "I get so scared and nervous, then start to panic!" He sniffles at his husband, then grab his hands to kiss them, "I know I messed up for not telling you."

His alpha hugs him letting out with a big sigh, "I'm not mad at you, I'm frustrated. I will get over it, but we will continue this when we get home and find ways for you to rest and do something that isn't too much." HIs Omega snuggles him.

"Awe! That's so cute." Miles 43 gawks.

Deadpool nodded having small sniffles. "Are you crying?" Miguel 660 asked.

"No..."

Lupe slaps Miguel 660's shoulder. "Ow! Pinche pendeja! Why did you hit me?"

"Because you need to leave him alone!"

Meanwhile, Miles 1610 and Mimi 1015 walking together holding their bags of lunch, "Yeah, I like to dye my wigs in layers." Mimi 1015 had a wig on with pink to the roots then blond and black tips, her makeup bright and gems glue on.

"Oh, see. I use fabric dye on some wigs, and so far it works for me." Miles 1610 explained. "But I'ma try your way and get better wigs too."

She nodded, "A good wig always makes it easier." She took out her smartphone showing off her two inch long acrylic nails with gems and sparkles in bright pink. "Now, where's our boys!"

"Hobie, did say they were in a meeting at tío's office!" He said.

The two spotted a couple of their Omega variant hugging his alpha. Mimi's eyes gleams at Hobie 2023, "Well, HEL-LO, handsome!" She happily went up to the Hobie variant, "I haven't seen this fine tall drink of water." She playfully flirted.

"Huh!" Miles 2023 gasps at Mimi 1015 and Miles 1610. "Oh, you guys are here!"

"Wow, Miles! You're really showing!" Miles 1610 tries to focus on the pregnant Omega than the fine ass alpha Hobie Brown. Why are all the damn Hobies be so attractive, especially the Alpha ones? His honey-brown eyes landed at the alpha, "Is this your husband?"

"Yes! This my Hobie!" He nodded. "You guys wanna touch my belly, I'm having triplets!" He let the two touch his belly to feel the kicks.

The two variants' eyes widen and smiles brightly. "Awwweee, that's so cute." Mimi 1015 said out loud.

"Huh uh, wow! So triplets are a thing?" Miles 1610 tries not to look at the alpha so much, he gave a small smile at the pregnant Omega, "Congratulations! Heh, I know you two are happy with pups."

"Yeah, we are." The Omega hugs his mate's arm.

Mimi 1015 playfully grins at Hobie 2023, "You haven't say much, huh handsome?"

The Alpha merely looks away at the two variants of his mate. Damn, these Miles are so adorable just like his Omega. He rub his neck, "I'm only being respectful to my mate."

"Awe, bae. it's okay. All of us joke around and flirt." Miles 2023 giggles, "You should've seen the Hobies being protective with me."

"Yeah, HOBIE!" Mimi giggles having to hug the Alpha's other arm being flirty, "I don't bite, unless you want me to!"

"Mimi, leave him alone. He wants to be with his Omega!" Miles 1610 went over to his variant making her stop teasing, "I'm sorry. Sometimes she flirt too much! You got a boyfriend."

Mimi giggles being playfully seeing how worried Miles 1610 was. "Don't worry! They're not here!" She shoves Miles into the alpha's chest making him hug, "Feel those pecks! He's one sexy beast!"

The Hobies came out of the room being super jealous. The small Omega noticed and giggles, "Well... I don't think they'll like that!"

Mimi hugs the alpha wanting to feel those muscles. "Hehe, don't worry! I'm only-WHOA!" She gasps at her boyfriend picking her up.

Miles 1610 being carried by his punker, "Hobie!" His punker coddling him like he was the only jewel. "Wait! It was an accident-" His punker hushes him.

"Oi, bloke! This is our partners!" Hobie 138c said to Hobie 2023.

"Yeah! You have your own!" Hobie 138b huffs.

Omega Miles 2023 giggles as his mate tries to explain the two jealous punkers. "Hey, I didn't expect them to touch me!"

From afar Miles 2020 sighs, "Meeting over. Looks like we had enough drama for today!"

"Hehehe," Mariana laughs, "But you gotta admit Hobie 2023 is super cute." Miles 43 and Billie agreed.

[quiverwingquack]

our lives are made in these small hours(these little wonders)

Drake is a hero. St Canard's brave protector, the strongest superhero this side of Audubon Bay, the scourge of the city's criminal scum. He should be totally fine until Launchpad gets back from his latest adventure, and yet... he finds himself too anxious to sleep. Too worried about not being enough to protect his family.

And he's not the only one.

“Just try and get some rest, okay?” Launchpad’s voice crackles through the phone, weak with static and poor signal. “We’re flying out in a few minutes, and I’ll be home before you know it!”

“I know,” Drake replies. He’s clutching the landline to his ear, the white cord spiraling off into the darkness of the empty tower. His cell phone never seems to connect right when he calls LP long-distance, and he finds himself sitting on the kitchen floor far too often. “I’ll see you soon, just like always. It’s gonna be fine.”

Far, far too often.

Launchpad loves adventures just as much as he loves hero work, and Drake would never stop him from going. He loves the light in LP’s eyes when he talks about the latest treasure they’ve found, or the newest friends he’s made, and they spend plenty of time doing things together when he is in St. Canard. But that doesn’t stop Drake’s heart from aching when they’re apart, from feeling lonely even though he’s not alone.

“I love you,” Launchpad’s voice softens, and Drake knows his dark, beautiful eyes are getting that anxious look that he knows too well. “I just worry about you. You can take care of yourself, I know, it’s just… I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I know, LP. I love you too,” Drake sighs, leaning back against the cabinets. He doesn’t mean to sound upset or to worry his partner. Logically, he knows they’ll be fine, and they’ve always been fine before, but the anxiety doesn’t seem to know that. Or care, really. His hands are still shaking a little and he has to call upon his acting skills to still them. “We’ll be fine, and I’ll see you tomorrow when you get here. I’m just… it—I always sleep better when you’re next to me. That’s all.”

“Aww, Drake.” LP says, his voice melting into a softer, gentler tone. “I promise I’ll be there soon. And I’ll stay with you as long as you want.”

Drake can’t stop himself from smiling, despite the heartache. “Yeah? I—I’d really like that. I’ll do my best to get some sleep, I promise. G’night, LP.”

“G’night, Deedubya. I love ya!”

The line cuts out, static giving way to silence, and Drake is left alone in the moonlit kitchen. For a moment, he just clings to the receiver, eyes following the pale, spiraling cord until it disappears into the shadows. Launchpad always makes him feel better, whether they’re holding hands or a million miles apart. Everything will be better in the morning.

He looks around the room for a moment, taking a deep breath to ground himself. WANDA’s monitor has been quiet for hours, and they’ve barely had any alerts this week. And though it feels as though something is lurking in every shadowy corner, the tower is quiet tonight. Drake can rest for a few hours, and get some proper sleep when Launchpad is beside him again.

It’s not that he can’t sleep without Launchpad, because there are plenty of nights where LP finds himself crashing in Duckburg, whether for family game night or Woodchuck troop events or just plain post-adventure exhaustion. And on those nights, Drake can at least sleep well enough, because he knows LP’s safe. On nights when LP is an ocean away, it’s harder to reassure himself, and he ends up tossing and turning thinking about what if something’s gone wrong or he’s going to get hurt or—

He should probably get to bed now, or he’ll overthink himself into a spiral again.

Drake hauls himself to his feet, stifling a yawn, and reluctantly returns the phone to its cradle. If he’s lucky, he’ll fall asleep soon, and his anxiety will finally give it a rest. And if nothing else, he can distract himself better in the morning. Maybe he’ll bake a welcome-home cake or something, if Gosalyn will help him remember to add the milk.

He heads down the hall quietly, stepping around the creaky spots on the floor, and quietly makes his way to Gosalyn’s door. It’s half-open, pouring the soft gold light from one of Drake’s vintage Darkwing night lights onto the hallway floor, and as he peers inside, he realizes she’s not asleep either.

She’s all but buried herself in her blankets, sitting up in bed and staring blankly at the bare sheets in front of her. Even in the soft light, he can see that she’s shaking, and he forgets instantly he was doing something. Instead, he raises his hand and taps his knuckles against the door, catching her attention with a soft knock.

“Dad?” She murmurs, sitting up a little straighter. One of her blankets slips from her shoulders, falling to the floor as she pretends she’s perfectly fine. “Hey. Sup.”

“I just wanted to check on you,” he explains, then gestures to her hair, tangled from tossing and turning. “Nightmare?”

“Yeah….” She admits, rubbing her eyes as if to shake off the memories. “M’fine though. Jus’ the Ramrod thing again.”

“You know, it’s okay if you’re still worried about it,” he steps into the room, and she wiggles free from her blanket cocoon, making room for him to sit beside her. “I still have nightmares about that fight sometimes, and I’m not the one that had to blow it all up.”

“It feels dumb,” she mutters, looking away. “Like… I know I’m safe. Bulba’s in prison and you’re here and the tower’s really secure, so nobody can hurt me, but—I don’t know! It’s just—it’s like all the shadows are gonna want to fight me and take everything away again. And I just—I just don’t wanna….”

“Aw, Gos.”

As she trails off, he sets a comforting hand on her shoulder. He never knows what to do when his daughter mourns the family she couldn’t save—sometimes, there’s nothing he can do—but then she says things like you’re here and it feels like maybe, it’s enough to just be here with her.

“You’re okay, I promise. Nobody’s going to hurt you or take anything away.”

Her usually-bright green eyes turn to look at him, wide with worry. “Even—even you? I… I don’t wanna lose you too.”

“Gos,” he says, trying to ignore how much that sounds like his own anxiety. Instead, he opens his arms to offer a hug, and she quickly takes it, wrapping her arms around Drake tightly. “I promise it’ll be okay, kiddo. I’ll be right here, and you’ll be okay. We’re safe.”

“Okay,” she murmurs, voice muffled as she clings to him. “I’m—I’m okay. Um, but can—can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?”

“Of course. I’ve got you.” he strokes her hair soothingly. “Just take a deep breath, okay?”

“Thanks, Dad,” her voice sounds so small, as if she’s three instead of thirteen. He loves his daughter, and he knows she’s strong and capable. But sometimes there are moments, little and quiet ones, where he remembers she’s still just a kid who’s lost so much. He gives her a moment to breathe, and then, in the softest voice he can, he begins to sing.

“Rest your head, little girl blue, come paint your dreams on your pillow….”

He sings her lullaby for a while, improvising gentle verses until she finally falls asleep and he can tuck her in. He makes sure she’s cozy in her blankets, safe and sound like he promised her, and for a moment, just watches over her. She’s more peaceful now, and he sends a silent plea to the nightmares. Please, just leave her alone and let her sleep well tonight.

Eventually, though, his own exhaustion catches up to him. He drags himself to his feet again, finally making his way to his own bedroom and empty bed. The lonely ache in his chest rushes back full-force when he steps inside, the familiar smell of motor oil and smoke clinging to their whole bedroom. He reaches for one of his partner’s forgotten T-shirts as pajamas for the night, and tries to ignore the vacant half of the mattress when he lies down.

Launchpad will be fine, he insists to himself. He’ll be home before dinner tomorrow, and they’ll go out to get takeout and hold hands while waiting in line. Drake will hug him so tight it feels like his missing piece pops back in place, and everything will be alright. It always is!

It always is.

But… what if it isn’t?

The nagging doubt has crept back in, and now there’s truly nothing left to distract him from the spiral. What if LP just never comes home? What if he’s left for good, and Drake has to go on alone? He couldn’t do it, he can’t be a hero or a dad or even an actor on his own! Every time something’s gone well for him, LP’s been there to share it, if he never comes home Drake’s life is going to fall apart!

Or what if something happens? What if he’s hurt or trapped right now and he needs Drake but Drake can’t get to him because he doesn’t know? What if they’ve crashed the plane and gotten lost on some uncharted island and Drake never gets to say goodbye? What if—what—

Hey, it’s okay, Launchpad’s voice rings out in Drake’s mind, a well-loved memory. I’ve got you. Just take a deep breath, okay?

In… hold… out…

You’re okay, I promise.

In… he’s okay. Out… in… he’s safe. He’s… he’s going to be okay.

He’s always going to be okay.

Launchpad will come home tomorrow. He always does. Nothing bad has happened, and nothing’s going to. LP is brave, braver than Drake’s ever been, he’s the strongest person Drake knows—except maybe Gizmoduck, but he doesn’t count—and he’s smart enough to rebuild airplanes in his sleep, probably.

Plus, Gos is clever and quick, she can find a way out of any situation. She’s twice as confident as Drake is, and could face any foe even if he wasn’t ready himself. She already has before! She can take care of herself—they can both take care of themselves—if they need to. And with their help Drake’s the hero of St Canard. He’s Darkwing Duck, and he always gets back up!

They’re going to be just fine. They’ll get each other through whatever they need to.

He starts thinking about what-ifs again, tossing and turning, but none of the new worries stick around long. What if someone attacks the tower? He and Gos can… outsmart them. Or—if LP gets hurt out there, he’ll just… get back up again. They all do, don't they? They… always get… get back up again….

Drake wakes with his face squished into one of LP’s pillows. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but must have at some point, because dawn light is beginning to creep in between the curtains. The dull gray light tickles his feathers, poking at his eyes painfully, and he rubs them as he wakes. It’s barely past sunrise, what could have—

“Good morning,” a wonderfully familiar voice murmurs. He tilts his head, and sure enough, Launchpad is sitting beside him, kicking off his boots. “Sleepyhead.”

“G’morning,” he murmurs with a grin. He’s probably a mess right now, all ruffled feathers and morning breath, and he doesn’t care at all. “What’re… you’re back early, huh? What’s that about?”

“Oh, I, uh,” LP rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, pulling off his cap. “I got worried about you, and I wanted to hurry home. I know you guys can handle yourselves! I just… wanted to be here.”

“Aww, LP,” he yawns. “Me too. It’s like… you’re okay on your own, but I’d rather be together.”

“Exactly,” LP grins, and it feels like he lights up the room more than the early sunshine does. He leans in for a kiss, and it tastes sweeter than sugar. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Drake blushes, almost overwhelmed with feeling loved, as if yesterday’s heartache never happened at all. “‘M glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I’m here too,” LP replies, reaching for something comfier to change into. His now-discarded jacket reeks of gasoline, splotched and dirty on one side, and Drake already knows there was a plane crash involved. But he can only handle so many sleepy worries, and decides to hold off on asking about it until later.

Besides, his partner is getting into bed with him now, and he can finally rest. He lays his head over LP’s heart, and LP puts an arm around his waist, and everything feels… perfect. He still reeks of smoke and oil, of chaos and adventure and home. It feels so safe, so peaceful and loving, that Drake forgets he was ever worried about anything at all.

[midnighmoonligh]

Oc Agere Head Canon's

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Characters included...

AJ

Alpha

Alexandrite

Cathrinus

Colton

Elicia

Elio

Jun-Seo

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A/N

I got bored and made a HC list for my oc's because I can ✨. Do not repost, steal, or copy these characters as they are designed by me. Images are not owned by me though!

AJ

Big age 20, Little age 2-8

Non-binary, AFAB, They/Them

Human, Time Traveler

Babysitter is Hayden, no CG

Not in a relationship

Regresses as a symptom of DPD

Comfort item is a pink blanket & a bee pillow pet

They're a sleepy little, loves to take naps and sleep

Super cuddly and clingy. They get jealous easy

They're shy and sensitive, doesn't take much to make them anxious or cry

Has a bad habit of chewing on their fingers

Doesn't usually need a CG. Being alone most their life they've learn to adapt being on their own. They would like to have one, of course, but they do know how to care for themselves

Alpha

Big age 17, Little age 1-4

Demi-male, AMAB, He/They/It

Human (MHA OC)

Caregiver is Zena (bsf)

Not in a relationship

Regresses as a symptom of OSSD

Doesn't have a comfort item

He is generally well behaved, usually crying though

Sensitive, not hard to make him cry

They rarely listen to system caregivers

He isn't aware that he regresses, but doesn't stop himself from doing it

Big on superheroes

Mina is his favorite pro-hero

Loves playing pretend hero's

Doesn't need a CG. He technically had two CGs, often being cared for by system members who like him. However since he fronts as much as he does, he wants to have one

Alexandrite

Big age 34, Little age 1-4

Male, AMAB, He/Him

Human

Caregiver is Darian & Ares

Regresses when very ill

Dating Ares & Dare, married to Ivy. Has a daughter (Jennifer), a step daughter (Fern), and an infant son

Comfort item is a two headed teddy bear named Timmy and Tom

Finds it funny when Ivy, when she's regressed, copies him when he is

Loves when Ivy cries with him, makes him feel heard

He's an outgoing little, enjoys doing things even when he is sick

May be outgoing, but he is really anxious about being around others. He tends to shut down

Needs a CG, since he regresses when he's really sick he needs someone to help remind him to take care of himself. Plus, he gets lonely

Cathrinus

Big age 40, Little age 2-5

Male, AMAB, He/Him

Human

Caregiver is Arden

Is a Caregiver to Ophelia

Regresses to cope with religious trauma

Engaged to Arden and has an adoptive daughter

Comfort item is a penguin called David

When regressed, he's a little sibling to Ophelia

Takes Age Dreaming a little literally. He usually regresses as he's falling asleep

He's a flip, a caregiver and a regressor

He mainly impure regresses, as most his triggers are negative

Really flinchy when he's regressed

It's difficult to get him to do much of anything, most the time he's just sitting there zoned out

Needs a CG, but won't admit it. He's difficult to be a CG for since he'll just sit there and zone out instead of letting himself be taken care of. He's stubborn about taking care of himself

Colton

Big age 19, Little age 1-4

Male, AMAB, He/Him

Human

Caregiver is Victor and Roman

Regresses to cope with Anxiety

Not in a relationship

Comfort item is Victor

Ophelia and Victor are his best friends, Roman is his oldest brother

Has lots of play dates with Ophelia, she often acts like a big sibling

She always convinces him into her chaotic plans

Loves Adventure Time & Bluey

Needs pull ups / Diapers, often has accidents in his sleep

Loves playing video games, his favorite is the Animal Crossing games

He's very sweet when regressed and also clingy, especially to Victor

He's very new to regression and the community!

He's a gaming streamer, but he does have a secret account for his regression

Does need a CG, since he regresses so young. He also emotionally leans on a CG heavily. If they're upset, he'll be upset and so on

Elicia

Big age 29, Little age 5-10

FTM, He/Him

Vampire

Doesn't have a CG

Not in a relationship

Doesn't have a particular reason to regress

Comfort item is a pink blanket he named Janet

Its hard to tell when he regresses, since he has a childish personality

He's very bubbly and outgoing, loves being around others

Favorite game is knights and dragons

Loves exploring, it's easy to loose him if you don't keep a close eye on him

Huge sweet tooth, will tackle someone for a piece of candy

Forts, a huge fan of building large and wonderful forts

Doesn't need a CG, often looks after other regressors when he's regressed as a big sibling

Elio

Big age 21, Pet Regresses to a Puppy

Male, AMAB, He/It

Werewolf (CoD OC)

Doesn't have a CG

In a relationship with Soap

No reason for Regression

Comfort item is a chew toy Ghost got him for Christmas

Best friend's with Twyla (they're pen pals!)

Super playful and happy. It doesn't take much to get this pup into hyper mode

Great with other regressors, super patient

He's protective over age regressors and loves playing with other pet regressors. He's very gentle when playing with both

Loves chewing on anything and everything

Almost always regressed

Doesn't know about regressors at all

Super protective of little Ghost

Favorite game is fetch or tracking

Generally well behaved, but has his moments

Doesn't need a CG, nor does he want one. He can handle himself just fine and other's don't even notice that he regresses

Jun-Seo

Big age 42, Little age 2-4 and pet regresses to a puppy

Demi-male, FTM, He/They

Human (MHA OC)

Caregiver is Dean and Sara

Not in a relationship, but has a crush on Dean

Regresses to cope with DA trauma

Comfort item is his first pacifier, it has a cute little dog bone on it

He has a son (Alpha) and a daughter (Beta)

He works as a pro-hero and always brings Alpha gifts from work

He loves chewing on things, it's often a big fight to get him to stop or to get the item away

He's playful and chaotic, loves to run around and cause trouble

Loves playing Princesses and Dragon's as well as family (or mom & dad)

Favorite movie is Brave

Zommies for days, so hyper

He's shy around new people, will hide behind his CG/s

Does need a CG because of the amount of trouble he'll get himself into

[greyfrey3]

Mourning

[Warning: fictional disaster]

Izuku knows what he is about to do isn’t the smartest. He’s seen the news. It’s not good, and what’s breaking is only worse. The casualty count can only go up from here.

He knows that at times like these, Kacchan wants to be left alone. He wants to soak in his misery, punch holes through walls and scream until his voice goes hoarse.

But Izuku also knows that leaving him alone is not an option.

There is no hesitation as he drops down from the skyscraper, cushioning his landing with his quirk. Though he doesn’t speak, he makes a show of announcing his presence, tapping his steel-toed boots a few times against the exposed metal beams as he walks on them.

When Izuku has a bad day, he retreats to the highest rooftop in the city. Kacchan is the opposite. There’s a structure he likes to go to, one that the construction crews haven’t finished yet. But it’s short— a mess of frames and partial walls, surrounded on all sides by taller, windowless buildings.

The key is windowless. Kacchan can’t see anyone and no one can see him.

The perfect hiding spot.

Only Izuku knows about it. Well, him and the lone patrol car that’s stationed at ground level for the night. Izuku’s not surprised when Kacchan greets him without turning around.

“Go away,” he mutters. It’s missing the usual string of profanities— not good.

“Hi, Kacchan,” Izuku calls back.

Handling the other hero when he’s upset is an art that only Izuku is master of. He knows he can’t be too gentle or Kacchan will accuse him of being patronizing. He can’t be too harsh either, or the blonde might take a swing at him.

So he sits a few feet away from him, facing the same brick wall, and dangles his feet over the fifteen story drop.

“You took out your ear piece,” he observes, eyeing the device.

“Couldn’t listen any more.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t add anything else. Just lets the silence between them breathe. It’s not easy. He wants to tell him it’ll be okay or that it isn’t his fault. But he knows after years of being together that it’s better to sit there. Quietly.

‘Just be there for me.’ Kacchan had told him once, when something similar had happened a while back. So Izuku does exactly that.

A few minutes pass. Then, “I’m going back. I just need a minute,” Kacchan declares fiercely. Izuku can hear the strain in his voice— he’s on the verge of losing his composure.

Izuku already called him out for the rest of the day. No one is expecting him to finish his patrol, but he nods anyway as if he agrees.

“You take as much time as you need. Uraraka is covering.”

No way is he going to let Kacchan go anywhere near the disaster zone again.

Kacchan swears quietly. Izuku takes it as permission to speak.

“It’s not your fault,” he asserts.

Kacchan snorts in disbelief. “Oh really? Great. I’ll make sure to tell all the grieving families that.”

Izuku frowns, brows creasing in concern.

“Quit looking at me.”

Obediently, he averts his gaze, staring at the distance that stretches between them and the ground below. It’s enough to make him a little queasy. But he’ll do anything for Kacchan. Even sit next to him on a half-finished roof while he grieves.

“Hey, Kacchan. Do you remember what you told me, after that car crash last year?” he ventures softly.

“…no.”

“You said: ‘no matter what you do, people are going to die. They’ll do it without your permission and always at the worst possible moment.’”

“…stupid,” Kacchan says though Izuku isn’t sure who he’s directing it towards.

So he continues, “‘You can’t save everyone, Deku. You can try, but that’s reality.’”

Kacchan doesn’t respond for a long time. He looks positively vulnerable as he sits and stares at his open, empty hands. “I could have done better.”

“Mm.”

He closes his palm into a trembling fist. “That building. I saw that it was going to collapse.”

Izuku climbs back to his feet. He knows where this is going. Carefully, he moves towards the other hero. “You did.”

“I could have warned everyone!” he exclaims like he’s about to lose control and unleash an explosion.

“You could have.” Izuku leaves out the part where a one-second lead time wouldn’t have helped anyone.

“I’m a failure!” Kacchan growls.

Izuku knows that if he tells him he’s not, it’ll fall on deaf ears. So he does the opposite. He provokes him. “You should quit, then.”

“BULLSHIT!” Kacchan wheels on him, eyes wide and shining. “You don’t believe that!”

Izuku is close enough now that he can card his fingers through the other’s hair. So he removes one dirty glove and does exactly that. “Of course I don’t. And neither should you.”

He plays with the blonde strands, running blunt fingernails over his scalp, just like he’ll do at home later, when they’re lying in bed.

“You’re not supposed to agree with me,” Kacchan grumbles, leaning back until his head rests against Izuku’s thigh.

“You’re not supposed to talk badly about my favorite hero,” he retorts.

Kacchan sighs and grabs Izuku’s hand, pulling him closer. He brushes his lips against Izuku’s palm. They stay like that, in a slightly uncomfortable half-hug, for a while.

“Today…” Kacchan doesn’t finish.

“I know,” Izuku tells him. Days like these make you question everything. He plants a kiss against his ear and whispers, “You’re the best, Kacchan. Don’t forget.”

“Damn right.”

The light is back in Kacchan’s eyes. It’s feeble and in need of some tender care. But Izuku is just happy to see it again.

“Let’s go home.”

[thelovelymissbigbadwolf]

Herc's Day Off

After months or even years postponing this, Hercules, the mighty hero of Olympus, finally could have a day to relax and do something he's been meaning to do with his full attention: to visit an old friend.

As he left the town with a simple bouquet of flowers in hand, he walked around the forest, the calm air, the lively animals, all seemed almost too calm even, knowing how Hades could be. But if there weren't any sightings of Heartless, why not take the opportunity?

He walked past the forest and climbed a mountain, all the while, Pegasus followed him, as if offering him help, but he refused it. It was something he had to do on his own.

Upon arriving at the mountain top, there it was a lone blade stuck to the ground, with a helmet on top of its hilt. The marked tomb of a fallen warrior. Hercules sat in front of the grave, taking a deep breath.

"Hey pal," he began. "It's me, Herc. I know I haven't visited in a long time like I used to, to just sit and talk to you. I know I come as often as I can, but... I can't help but feel like... You're lonely sometimes."

To this day, it still felt odd to him to do this.

"Remember when we were teens? Begging Phil to train us and all that... At that time, we both wanted to be heroes. We both had the same objective. In the beginning, I guess we could call ourselves full on rivals." He chuckled. "Both competing to see who would be trained by Phil. He made us fight against each other and I won."

There was not only nostalgia, but longing in his voice, as if he wanted to reach for the past, but knew he couldn't.

"At the time, I thought you would come up with some speech about how this wouldn't be the last time or something, but... You just laughed." The smile he beared slowly faded. "Laughed and congratulated me. You weren't upset by losing, at all. You were genuinely glad for me. You were always that honest... I guess that's why Phil chose to train us both."

He sniffed, taking a brief break to breath. He just got there, he didn't want to cry in front of his friend.

"We both... Worked hard. From sunrise to sunrise. And if one of us wasn't feeling so "heroic", we got each other's back..." He looked down. "Though it was usually you who had to help me when I was feeling like that, right? I always wondered... Why you were so positive about it. I think I asked you sometime right? Yeah... Yeah, I did. I remember your answer."

"If I got sad everytime I fell off the horse, then I would never learn how to ride a horse!"

"I didn't get it at first, but... I think I get it now. Being a hero is not just about doing heroic acts, it's not just about saving damsels in distress, hunting beasts or saving cities... It's about heart. About what's inside your heart."

He sighed, looking back at the helmet, so many battle marks not only on it, but in the sword as well. Hercules always made sure to at least check on both every now and then.

"I know that now, after knowing this kid named Sora. You'd like to meet him. Remember Ven? I thought of him the very moment I saw Sora." He had a big smile on his face, remembering the first time he met both. "Young, cheerful and friendly. They looked a lot alike, honestly."

He looked at the bouquet he brought, taking off the withered bouquet away in favor of the new one.

"But not only that, he reminded me of Terra and Aqua too." He said excitedly as he told his old friend of Sora. "He was strong like Terra. He was skilled at fighting against the Heartless, even more than Terra, honestly."

He put the bouquet in front of the grave, keeping the flowers in a dent there was there.

"He was skilled at magic too, like Aqua. He knew how to link his magics in a way I didn't even seen her do it." He sat back, looking at the grave.

He could almost see his friend there, supporting his weight against his sword. Bright and comforting was his smile, it matched his blue eyes. His black hair flowing against the wind. Guilt running down Herc's back.

"But... Honestly..." He took a deep breath. "Whenever I looked at him, I could only think of you. He too helped me up when I was at the bottom. He too helped me protect the people I love. And later I learned that, like you... He too sacrificed for the people he cared." His voice breaking.

He couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't just about missing his old friend, but missing his companion. The one who was always there by his side as Hercules became a hero with him. And in the end, only Hercules prevailed.

"I wonder if... You'll meet him someday. If you do, please, tell him my regards... I think he was even younger than you when he sacrificed." He wiped his tears off.

He put his hand on his heart, finding difficult to muster what he wanted to say.

"I remember that day all too clear. It was... A few years after we met Terra, Aqua and Ven. The Heartless started roaming around and... There was this strong and nimble Heartless." He could vividly remember that day. "We were both fighting it, with all we've got, but... The key difference between you and me was always that you were faster than me. And like so, I wouldn't be able to dodged that attack. I wouldn't be able to protect myself in time. I wouldn't be able to save myself..." His voice broke again.

He was breathless for a moment, feeling his heartache at the sheer memory of that day.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here. You put yourself in front of me and took the attack instead of me..." He whispered. "Your heart was taken from you, right in front of me."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Trying to remember his friend's help from the times he felt like that in the past.

"I confronted Hades about it, I was ready to fight him for it, but... He said it was 'out of his control' or something..." He said frustrated, sighing. "I know now that he was right for an extent. He really didn't had control of what happened to you after you became a Heartless, and thus, he didn't know what would be of you..."

He looked at the sword and helmet, tears falling down his face. "You were a true hero, Zack. All the way through... Until your death." He stood up, knowing he had to go back soon. "I'm... Sorry for the short visit... I talked with Phil about making some sort of memorial for you and he wanted to talk about it with me..." He sighed. "I wish more people recognized what you did. You... Deserve better."

He was startled for a moment, feeling a strong hand in his shoulder, as he looked around, he couldn't see anyone there. He chuckled.

"I'll see you again someday, pal. I'll bring Meg along, so you can meet her. Okay?... See you another day, hero."

Hercules turned around and left back to the town, the sky looked incredibly beautiful that day, no clouds and no signs of rain. Herc knew it must be his doing.

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch.156 thoughts

[Negator Times in Space]

WOW am I late to this one! Guess that’s what happens if I do Cipher Academy first. Sorry about that

Though it also doesn’t help that I don’t feel like I have a lot to say about this chapter. Not that there’s nothing worth talking about, it’s just not as dense a chapter as we’ve been getting lately

I really appreciate that Fuuko didn’t just forgive Gina and Sean; she’s legitimately upset that they disobeyed her, and she has so many reasons to be! Not only was coming along like this extremely dangerous for them as they hadn’t been properly trained, it also jeopardizes the entire crew, as even the slightest change in weight, cargo space, oxygen expenditure, etc. can drastically change a manned mission’s requirements, and not being able to account for two extra people ahead of time when the plan is already to bring aboard two more people whose weight they can only estimate is extremely unsafe

It also sets a bad precedent; Fuuko didn’t make the decision of who to bring along lightly, she put a lot of thought into it and even sought outside opinions, so to have her leadership disregarded like that by Gina, her number two, could also damage her reputation as the leader. Of course she moves on from it quickly as Gina’s presence does in fact resolve an unforeseen issue, but much like in the battle with Stain in early Hero Academy, just because it worked out doesn’t make it alright. As I said, there were any number of ways this could have gone wrong and still could going forward, so while now isn’t a good time to punish Gina and Sean (they’re stuck in space for the moment after all), they will need to face some kind of repercussions later

We get a nice little bit of further development for Sean; the fact that he’s calling Gina one of his “brothers” suggests that he’s not just following Fuuko, he actually does identify as a member of the Union as a whole, and I hope to see that this level of camaraderie extends to the rest of the group as well. Here’s hoping we get a scene between Sean and Creed, especially when you consider that Creed’s short stint as an antagonist last arc was what allowed Sean to grow so much in the first place. Perhaps an apology for calling him miscast?

Fuuko noting that this is her second time in space was a subtle moment, but I think it’s going to be a significant one in the grand scheme of things, even if only thematically. She says that space is beautiful and desolate, leading her thoughts towards Phil who has only ever known this void for his entire life, to illustrate to us that he’s likely led a lonely life up to this point. The thing is, this line doesn’t only apply to Phil, there are two other characters who have experienced exactly the same kind of lonesome existence for much, much longer: Luna and Sun

I’ve actually been meaning to make a post dedicated to this for a while, but now seems like a good opportunity. When Fuuko first met Gina on the bank of Lake Baikal, she painted the moon to be surrounded by stars, as she figured that the sun and moon would be lonely in space with only each other and no friends. Undead Unluck is a series all about relationships, whether they’re familial, platonic, romantic, etc., so for Fuuko to suggest that the sun and moon, our main antagonists, are lonely most likely implies that her conjecture was perfectly accurate. Sol and Luna have been in competition for hundreds of billions of years, with minimal contact with their creations. The UMA have no memories of Sun except to cause humanity to suffer, leading some like Burn to pine for Sun’s attention. Luna only talks to whoever has the most points for but a few minutes at a time at most, suggesting that she spends the rest of her time just sitting alone on the moon sipping tea. She can see what’s happening on Earth, and she can take delight in it, but she’s isolated, not even able to communicate with her only equal in the universe

The void of space is the perfect visual representation of the sort of loneliness we could expect to have explored for Luna and/or Sun; even surrounded by stars, even looking upon each other from either side of the Earth, the two are in actuality completely alone. Therefore, defeating them will likely not be as simple as killing or destroying them, but rather finding some way to alleviate the loneliness in their hearts. “Humans can love UMA” after all, so it’s not hard to imagine Fuuko managing to befriend the two of them or bridge whatever gap exists between them

I could also probably make some parallel between Fuuko/Andy and Luna/Sun, but I’m going to hold off on that analysis for now since we don’t know much about Sun and Luna’s relationship yet. Once we know more, I imagine I’ll be able to make a huge write-up about it, but for now, it’s all conjecture

The final major note for the chapter is Phil’s sudden and terrifying appearance aboard the space station. Seeing him standing in the middle of a dark hallway, surrounded by floating debris and completely devoid of oxygen, is a chilling image. It raises a ton of questions, though

Fuuko told us that Phil couldn’t talk because of Unfeel in the previous loop; is this because he hasn’t developed his interpretation of Unfeel yet, or has he developed beyond Phil 100′s interpretation?

Why doesn’t he need to breathe? Is this actually Phil and his current interpretation makes him immune to oxygen deprivation somehow, or is this something like an astral projection, and the real body is elsewhere?

If he’s Unfeel, why does he care what happens to his mother? I’m glad he does, as having him discard his mother would be exceptionally cruel, but it doesn’t seem congruent with what we know so far. For now, I’m going to assume that he has a unique interpretation of Unfeel that allows him to at least care about his priorities

Was Phil somehow related to the thing that hacked  the ship and helped it to navigate and dock on the space station, and if so, was that also because of Unfeel? It doesn’t seem like something a UMA would do, but I don’t see any clear relationship between hacking and being unfeeling

I’m sure Tozuka will answer all of these questions satisfyingly, but unfortunately, we won’t know for at least another week, as Golden Week is coming up, and that always means all of Jump goes on break. Hooray....I feel like i might as well have waited until the next chapter was going to come out to write this review, but I didn’t want anyone to think I’d forgotten about this week’s UU

Like I said, it’s a good, solid chapter, it just doesn’t quite live up to the level of hype that a lot of the more recent chapters have had. It’s always good to have a breather, and while there was still a threat to the crew in this chapter, it was ultimately set up for something much bigger and scarier to come. Place your bets now on if it’s a UMA, Galaxy’s Juniors the Acks, straight up aliens, or somehow another Negator that made their way to space. Personally I’m going with a UMA, so obviously it’s going to be a Negator

Only one more week till we find out, though, so I guess in a way it’s good that I accidentally put it off, as now we don’t have to wait as long!

See y’all next week!

[besidesitstoowarm]

"Boom Town" thoughts

so remember how i said in the last post that it's easier to talk about middling episodes than great ones. well i have a lot to say about this one

this is actually one of my favorite stories of the season (i originally had it in second place, i think it's probably third now). i'm enchanted by it, i think there's so much potential and so many great lines

i didn't really notice before but i assume her name is margaret blaine has a reference to both thatcher and tony blair, both of whom are scum. is blair the one who fucked the pig? i don't think so but there's no proof he didn't, so

i have to say that i think the running explanation of "no one notices the tardis bc humans are fundamentally incurious" really doesn't check out for me. i mean, the whole point of "long game" was that it was UNUSUAL for those people to not ask any questions or care about what was going on! canonically, human beings spread out across millions of worlds (fuckin and suckin along the way), being too curious is actually one of the catalysts for the human companions getting into trouble. other explanations like "millions of people saw a spaceship land in london and have now all decided it was a hoax" track for me (i mean, look at covid), but "incurious" is just not a problem people in general have, not in the whoniverse

honestly the dinner scene between the doctor and margaret is one of my favorite scenes of the entire season. we've gotten the doctor as lonely outcast, forgotten child, reluctant survivor, proud coward. now we get the doctor as murderer, executioner. i mean, that's what he did to gallifrey, right? no matter the reason, he killed all those people. he kills people, or lets them die, or can't save them. it's a huge running theme throughout the davies era, and we see ten overcorrect and try too hard to be the hero and martyr before he finally snaps and accepts being "the time lord victorious"

"i bet you're always the first to leave....at last you have consequences" yes! force him to watch what he's doing! "day of the doctor" has the climax revolve around that exact idea, watching gallifrey fall, counting all those dead children. he's the rebel, the runner, on to the next adventure, don't stick around to clean up and rebuild. a lot of his companions eventually decide to do just that, stick around to clean up and rebuild, settle down. can he look her in the eye and sentence her to death? can he dine with her before he sends her to the gallows? "you're pleading for mercy out of a dead woman's lips"

i think the ending is a copout tbh. oh she was playing him, she didn't really change or even want to. no! make him decide! make him face that choice! make it ambiguous even, bc it already was– she didn't kill the pregnant, engaged reporter, she let her go. that was true. she remembered how it felt to have a family that loved her– abused her– protected her. i like the "starting over" bit with the egg, let nurture have a chance to change nature, but c'mon man, let us sit with the weight of the Points she made

this was such a good mickey episode, speaking of points made. noel clarke crushed it when he broke down with "at least i know where she is" bc yes! jackie is her mother, she would wait for rose forever, but what is mickey supposed to do? she's gone for months at a time, she's always at risk for death and danger, she's clearly formed an incredibly intimate (if not explicitly romantic) relationship with the doctor, who is and does things mickey never could, and that's not even to mention jack (who was much more tolerable and fun this time around). rose's bubbly conversation dying when mickey mentions he has a new girlfriend, him clearly still in love with rose but feeling helpless. poor mickey. i liked rose acknowledging that he didn't have other choices, really, even though it upset her. it's hard to have ties like that back home. we basically have this storyline play out again with amy and rory, although that resolves differently

so yeah this episode gets my brain snapping off

[abronzeagegod]

"Well well well. Mister Darkness was it?" you say.

The villain does a very good job of suppressing his fear and not jumping out of his skin when you suddenly appeared in the middle of his lair, sitting behind his desk, with your feet up.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" the villain demands.

"That's a question for later. First, I need to ask you something: do you have someone in your life that makes you want to be better? Someone that you look at with fondness and joy and decide that you will be better to be the person that they want you to be?"

"No. I am my own man. I strive for perfection because I am and will be the best."

"How sad. How lonely for you. See, I found that person. They are not the greatest hero in the world, nor the strongest. But they are the best. The brightest. They're so goddamn good that they just inspire everyone around them, even me, even me with all the crime and evil that stain my hands. They love me, and for them I would do anything. Even retire." He lets you monologue. Part of the reason you were such a great villain was you loved a good monologue. All villains love a good monologue. It's just that your power required you to speak, a lot, so maybe this villain isn't as smart as you think he could be. "I own a flower shop now. We have two cats: Missile Launcher and Bartholemeow."

Mister Darkness started to shift nervously. He still hadn't figured out who you were yet. Which means you really need to thank the people who set up your retirement package. But the shifting makes it so that you know your power is working, despite all this time not using it.

"Now you've taken the person that is my whole reason for nothing being a terrible murderous villain anymore and I'm having some trouble reigning in my old tendencies. I mean, you know what they say about old habits. So how about we do an even trade? You give me back my spouse, and I tell you how I got in."

Mister Darkness was starting to get really antsy, scratching at phantom itches. "I want you out of here."

"Or what? You can't stop me. You didn't even know I was here."

"Fine! Deal! Deal!" He pulls out a small comm unit that looked like a walkie-talkie which you found very funny but couldn't laugh about it now. If you laughed it would break the hold your power had over him. "Release the prisoner!"

"But... boss!" came the voice on the other end.

"DO IT!" Mister Darkness yelled.

"Good," you say. "Now, you never figured out who I am. So I don't want to spoil that surprise, I'll let you figure it out on your own. But I will say that spreading fear and paranoia is my stock and trade, and people make lots of very stupid decisions when they act out of extreme paranoia. So did the guards forget to leave the doors locked? Did someone do it deliberately? Are all of your goons and mooks trying to undermine you by letting me in? Who can say? But you really shouldn't have let me talk for this long."

The longer you talk, the more words you can string together without stopping the stronger the sense of fear and paranoia you can instill in the people who hear you. And Mister Darkness really just let you go. The only person to ever stop you was your spouse who constantly interrupted you and asked you a lot of truly valid and intelligent questions.

But Mister Darkness was deep within the throes of your power and was probably going to terminate some of his henchmen's contracts. That's not your problem. You got up, strode out of the room with confidence as the paranoia burrowed deep within the substandard villain, and got your spouse out of the small prison cell.

"Hey honey, let's go home."

"We gotta feed Missile Launcher, I'm sure she's super upset with us."

"Of course."

i have a kofi

You’re a retired S-tier supervillain. After you retired, you married a B-tier hero. You are forced back onto the stage when an A-tier villain attempts to kill your spouse.

[planetyandere]

could you write baku/todo/deku (separate) consoling their darling after the little pet they got them, to keep them occupied while they work, passes away? :( their darling is a mess of tears and clings them them all the time now for comfort after resisting them for so long </3

Warnings: Swearing, violence, yandere themes.

Bakugo

It had been a week since the incident and everyday you seemed to be getting worse. If he knew the stupid bunny was going to cause you this much grief he would've never agreed to getting you it in the first place. He only caved because you always complained about being alone and he was gone most of the day doing hero work. So reluctantly he picked up the creature from the pet store one night and brought it home to you. It was probably the only time he had ever seen you genuinely smile. Some time had passed and he was honestly kinda annoyed at how much attention you paid the stupid creature. Cooing at it and cuddling it to sleep. He wished he never got you the stupid thing in the first place.

And then his wish came true.

It was just another night after work, he was exhausted coming home but looking forward to seeing you. As he approached the door to your shared prison home he froze. What should have been muffled humming, a habit you took up since getting your beloved pet, was replaced by loud sobs. A million thoughts raced through his mind. Had someone attacked you? Did you try hurting yourself again?

He practically busted down the door. Eyes wide and frantically searching until he found your form sitting on the floor, back facing him.

"Y/n?! Why the hell are you cryi-" In seconds he was by your side but abruptly stopped when he took in the scene before him. You sat there in a heap clutching the once full of life bunny in your shaking arms.

"H-h-he was just-just jumping a-around and then he-he made this h-horrible noise a-and he-he hasn't m-moved!" He could barely understand you through your choked cries but with the limp animal lying there it wasn't hard to piece together what the problem was.

Sighing he tried to get you to calm down saying crying over a stupid animal wasn't worth it and that he'd just replace it for you but for some reason that made you cry even harder.

Eventually he was able to take the thing away from you and out of the apartment. When he came back you were still on the ground in the same place.

"C'mon don't cry, I said I'd get you another one didn't I?" His tone was that of impatience and annoyance but his face said otherwise. Honestly he hated to see you upset and just wanted you to stop crying. The only reason he got you the damn thing was because you cried about being lonely. God this was such a pain in the ass...

When it seemed like you were never going to leave the ground he came over and pulled you up by the arm, surprised a little at how compliant you were.

Your sobs had turned to sniffles at least, but it was like you were in a daze as he led you to the bedroom.

After helping you wash your face he led you to the bed. Still a little shocked at how you didn't even try to resist his touches at all like usual.

As he was finally about to drift off he heard the muffled sobs again. Sighing he reached a hand over. Eyes widening in surprise when not only did you take it, but you used it to pull him closer until your head was stuffed into his chest. He didn't even care you were soaking his shirt, too stunned that you were this close to him willingly.

Hesitantly he pulled his arms around you, not wanting to ruin the moment or somehow bring you back to a reality where you loathed his touch.

But you didn't move, you just snuggled deeper into his chest, crying your heart out while he cradled you until eventually you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning he left you in bed to go and start cooking breakfast. It was a rare day off so he had time to make pancakes and some other things. While he was at the stove he heard you shuffling into the room.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw your puffy eyes and sad pout. His thoughts drifted back to last night's moment.

He turned back flipping a pancake, "Breakfast is almost ready, go on and get out the plates"

Instead of shuffling towards the cabinet like he expected he felt your presence behind him.

"Huh what is it?" He turned again seeing your head downcast. Confused, he raised a brow watching as you raised a single hand to his shirt and secured it there like a safety pin.

Like a child you clutched onto him. He stood there dumbfounded, frozen by your actions until the smell of burning batter got his attention.

"Ah Shit" he dumped the burned cakes into the trash and continued to cook all while you held onto him.

Even when he set the plates down he noticed how your chair was scooted just a bit closer than before.

Was he dreaming? How did you go from despising him and his touch to...being needy? Clingy even?

He wondered how long until you snapped out of it but he found he didn't really mind. After breakfast he sat in his office doing some paper work but found you hovering near the doorway soon after. So he gave up and asked you what you wanted to do.

Cut to half an hour later he was watching some sappy cartoon movie while you lay your head on his shoulder. He'd sneak glances your way every now and then. Your eyes glued to the screen but hand near his.

If he knew all it was gonna take was that stupid pet dying for you to want to be near him he would've killed the damn thing himself.

He swung an arm around your shoulder and smirked when you snuggled closer.

Yeah, he could get used to this...

Deku

"Please don't cry! It's ok! I'll get you a new one ok?!"

"But-but I don't want a new one! I want him!"

Izuku sat helplessly on the ground beside you trying to get you to calm down. He had been sleeping peacefully when your yells had him shooting out of bed.

"Y/n?! What is it?!?What's wrong?!?!" He was by your side in an instant. Frantically he looked you over for injuries but didn't see any.

"H-hes g-gone!! You pointed to the boarded window and he squinted seeing a small rip in one of the screens. Finally he pieced together what must've happened.

"Oh Bunny I'm so sorry..." he sighed relieved that nothing was wrong with you but upset that you were crying.

Hesitantly he reached an arm around you but practically jumped when you threw yourself on him, sobbing into his chest like a baby.

He froze for a moment, not believing what was happening but then wrapped his arms around you, patting your hair softly.

"Its ok, everything's going to be ok honey, how about we get you washed up and put on that new movie you like until you fall asleep?" he practically melted when you offered a tiny nod into his chest.

Carefully he helped you up and to the bathroom. Several minutes later you were tucked back in bed together.

About halfway through the movie he heard the sniffles begin again. He moved to go grab a box of tissues from the bathroom but froze when he felt your hand pulling at his arm.

"D-don't go..." your eyes sparkled with unshed tears as you quietly begged him to stay by your side.

He nodded eagerly and cuddled beside you, taking advantage of this rare opportunity and pulling you closer to him.

Todoroki

He didn't mean too. He really didn't mean to. But it had been an impossiblely long day and everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.

So when he came home in the middle of the night to the stupid creature growling at him he only got more irritated.

If it wasn't for how much you loved the stupid thing he would've gotten rid of it ages ago. He didn't understand why it loved you so much but practically bit his head off whenever he approached.

"What are you growling at mutt?" He glared at the creature standing protectively by the door to the bedroom.

He tried side stepping it but the damn thing lunged for his leg instead.

He didn't mean to kick it so hard...truly he just reacted. But when he looked over and realized the mutt wasn't moving he knew he messed up big.

Quietly so as to not wake you he removed the animal from the house and came back inside. Not knowing how he was even going to explain this one to you in the morning.

He sighed looking at your form under the covers sleeping soundly. He felt horrible.

The next morning he was awoken by a hand on his shoulder. He was startled at the contact but quickly memories of the night before flooded his mind. His vision focused to a worried looking you standing by his bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked as if he didn't already know.

"I-I can't find him, I think he got out somehow, can you please go out and look for him Shoto?"

He didn't even know what he was doing, but somehow he found himself outside for an hour looking for something he knew damn well was gone.

He could have told you the truth but honestly this was better.

You had cried when he came back empty handed. Even though it killed him he offered you another pet but you refused, too heartbroken to even consider another companion.

He became more worried as the days went on but you remained just as sorrowful. You barely touched your food and he could count the number of times you spoke on one hand.

He tried cooking your favorite meals, renting your favorite movies, even letting you go on a walk (at night and with him holding onto you of course) but nothing seemed to snap you out of this sadness.

Then one morning as he was slipping on his boots for work he found you hovering near him, shyly looking down.

"Y/n? Is something wrong?"

Your eyes met his and his own widened at your teary expression.

"S-stay..."

"Huh?"

"Please Shoto" you pulled onto his arm.

"I don't want to be alone...please?" And how could he say no when this was the first time since he'd taken you that you'd willingly wanted his company.

He should've killed that Mutt months ago...

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Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the request:)❤

[tteokdoroki]

GOODNIGHT ‘N GO. | K.TAKAMI.

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: with street life in the city bustling below, you often find that your sleepless, late and mundane nights are best spent in the arms of a certain winged pro hero. 

ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: keigo takami x fem!reader.

ʚ♡ɞ WC: 4.2K.

ʚ♡ɞ RATED: mature, 18+, mdni.

ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: slice of life!au, pro hero!au, smut.

ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read ! soft smut, dom!hawks, oral sex ( male recieving ), breeding, restraints, light!cumplay, light!degredation, unprotected sex, mentions of reader being picked up.

ʚ♡ɞ A/N: good day my loves! i haven’t written for hawks in a while so this piece was really exciting and fun to write, i really enjoyed it! sorry for the delay! this fic was a lovely commission from @phantomrose54​ , who has been so kind as to allow me to post !! hope you like it !! <3

ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi

until him, your life had been mundane.

like any other human being, you followed the path of your existence diligently​​— all the risks you’d ever taken, all the little trips off of the winding road of life had been left behind in wild college days, where your best friends had been a pack of ramen and the stash of vodka you kept hidden underneath your dorm-mate’s bed. these days, there are no more late nights in the depths of the city, kissing strangers who didn’t bother to tell you their name before turning up late to your shitty part-time job the next day with a splitting headache and then an earful from your boss. you didn’t live like that, not anymore.

because now, you’re an adult.

a few months shy of graduating, alone in the big city with a job paying big bucks from men who thought you were too pretty to know what you were doing—working hours fitting inside the squares of nine to five, that sometimes pushed you over the edge to meet deadlines and make extra cash from sleep depriving overtime to pay rent on your fancy up-market apartment. it had been a gift from your loving parents, the one’s so proud to have seen you fix up from rebellious stages and leave their nest with a top office job underneath your belt. except, it wasn't much of a gift when you were paying ridiculous bills for upkeep— the only good thing about the damn place was the fact that rent was so expensive that you could turn your back on the ridiculous meal plans your mother sent you every week and indulge in the comfort of the cup ramen from back in your college days.

so yeah, your life had been mundane, until you met him.

he was a flash of colour, in forms of golden streaks and ruby crushed gems against the grayscale of your monday mornings and lonely friday nights. keigo takami was too bright for you, loud as he filled the space in the apartment next door to yours— car as shiny as his personality and charming smile with rows of white teeth.

before knowing him, you had hated living next to a man with so much vibrancy bleeding into your life—a million shades of red grabbing you in a choke hold and making you drown. everything about your neighbour irked you, there were nights in which the sleep you’d already lost was pulled from your trying grip because of how noisy he could be— clattering through his balcony windows at only god knows what hours, sometimes right up until your alarms started blaring, screaming at you to pull yourself out of bed and head back to your routine job. just passing him in the halls on the way out for work would upset the blank canvas of your days, only to be painted with the black artificial inks used for your virtual finance reports and not his offensive chicken scratch ink, surely written up by his feathers. it made you duck your head whenever keigo would say hi, make you sit straight faced through his corny jokes while you both unlocked your apartment doors.

all of this was just another step in your routine until the night you got locked out of your apartment—keys left on your entryway table, from the rush to get to work that morning. your evening had ended horribly too, your date standing you up and leaving you defenceless to the cool winter rain. all you had wanted to do is crawl into bed and sleep away your sadness, but you were locked from the inside out and it was far too late to call maintenance at this point.

but hawks, keigo had been there—just getting in from work and using his front door for once, his tan jacket pulled up to his nose to keep in the warmth, adding a gentle red flush to his creamy cheeks.

his amber eyes had fallen on you with sweet sympathy, but from the good of his heart and despite how you’d treated him, keigo had let you into his home, swapped your soaked office clothes for a sweater of his and had you sit in his kitchen, making you tea that warmed your tired soul from the inside out. you remember this fondly, talking with the blonde for hours— anything and everything splayed out on your lips to make him smile and give you that laugh that ruffled his feathers and made his wings shaker happily behind him. there wasn’t a moment of silence between you, the air filled with dorky conversations and snorty giggles that the rest of the world would have never known could come from serious and grey old you.

“you’re a pro hero? the number two pro hero?” you’d gasped, slapping your hands down on his smooth marble counter, nearly knocking over your third cup of peppermint tea.

keigo chuckled, leaning over the other side of the counter to get a better look at you, fingers brushing against yours as he fixed your mug. he’d pretended not to notice the way you joled at his touch, lips curling into this beautiful smile, one you’d remember for all of forever. “you didn't know i was a pro hero? i thought that’s why you didn’t like me,” he whispered to you.

“it’s not that i didn't like you,” your next words were even quieter than his last, absent minded as you’d pulled at his pinky finger until you could intertwine your hands entirely. “ it was that i...i wasn't used to you. you’re so...bright,”

it was that same night that your lips had found his, tasting like the sugar at the end of a good cup of tea— burnt and earthy. you can’t even remember why you had kissed in the first place. maybe it was because keigo takami had given a new meaning, maybe it was because of his brightness, and how it had become a spot of normalcy in your usual grayscale canvas of life. whatever the reason was, it had led you to falling into expensive—high thread count sheets with feathers and wet kisses and possessive, almost loving guttural moans shed into the moonlight.

and although in the morning, hawks had left you with nothing but an empty bed, evidence on your body from the hours before and a racing mind that’d you had ruined everything— he came crashing back through the balcony windows like he always did, a thousand and one apologies spoken from between his canine teeth, a gentle smile wobbling on his lips as he’d held you close.

It seemed so long since then, since your little arrangement with hawks had begun—the one with no labels, where you’d lead your lives by day and turned to one another for comfort whenever the moon rose, making love to one another whenever and however you could. though recently, your midnight lover’s visits had become far and few, with his increasing workload from the commission bearing down heavy on his shoulders. villains ran as wild as your heart did these days, and of course keigo followed his own into the danger, leaving you alone to watch the moon.

a soft summer’s breeze whips at your shirt, pulling it up your thighs as your toes curl over the edge of your balcony— grounding you despite you being up so high. with keigo, being away on work, the small wisps of wind were almost reminiscent of the beat of his wings, pulling you back down to earth when work had gotten too stressful and he wasn’t there to calm you. after a sip of your tea, the kind keigo would always leave for you, your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the bright world move around you, the beeping of cars and their tires against the tarmac, the cheering of underpaid workers on the streets as they hit the town for a friday night of fun.

despite the music of city life bustling in your ears, you can still pick up the familiar swoop of brilliant vermillion wings as he lands on the railing of the balcony, bird-like and golden sun eyes honing in on you with softness woven into their sunshine flecks. you don’t need to open your eyes to know it's him, smile spreading against your sugar coated lips before you can even stop it. “you’ve been gone a while,” comes your voice, muted quickly by the eager press of keigo’s lips against your own.

he tastes of the city smog and cheap vending machine coffee, his gloved hands rough against your face as he tilts your head up to his. “‘m back aren’t i?” he barely manages to get out, sliding his tongue against the seam of your mouth. “you’re up late.”

“couldn’t sleep,” you mumble, fingers locking in sun kissed locks, mussing up their style.

“hm, my being away…” hawks grunts, hands dropping your face to rest on your hips, playing with the material of your shirt—his shirt and rubbing it against your soft skin, bare underneath. “you waiting f’me… did it keep you up?”

you shake your head, you’re always awake, your city never sleeps...even if you can’t without him. “you know how it goes,”

“then tonight, we should—” your late night lover pulls away from you slightly, making you simper with need— gripping onto the collars of his tan hero suit to keep his warm body close. he’s been gone for far too long, worked far too hard and you don’t think you can be without him again, not tonight.

your head shakes rapidly again, eyes gleaming under the glowing and neon city lights. “tonight, we barely have any time,” you sigh desperately, cutting hawks off. “i want to spend what’s left with you.”

his forehead falls lazily against yours, amber eyes locked away in bliss and his trickle of amused laughter slips into the little space between you. you watch keigo curiously, gaze darting across his relaxed face for a sign, for anything but then within seconds— heavy hands trained to kill but so skilled at many other things, land on the curve of your waist and grip the small of your back to yank you into a sun searing kiss, passionate enough to make you stumble and for you to wrap your arms around hawks’ neck to stabilize yourself.

the familiar routine of your bodies stumbling back into your apartment— your sanctuary away from the buzzing city— has your brain alight, the feeling of keigo’s lean body pressing against you has you willingly throwing yourself into deep shades of red you wouldn’t dare touch on your own, you can’t think of anything else as the winged hero licks deep into your mouth— sucking on your tongue, swallowing any moans you give him as if they fuel your desire for him in ways he can’t explain. bodies and tangled limbs tumble into your kitchen, coats and outerwear shed as your back meets a wall and keigo hikes your leg up high on his hip. you whimper wetly against his bruising fruity lips when his growing erection brushes against your clothed core. the slow movements of his hips have you feeling every inch of his girth deliciously even through the ridiculous bagginess of his hero costume.

“how d’ya want me, dove?” he breathes, laboured, into your mouth— the grip he has on your thigh starting to tremble with need, practically tugging you onto his hardening cock.

you gasp and gripe, veins flooding with all sorts of pheromones that activate your desire for the winged hero and your own hips slide down against his— creating the perfect friction between you both, “don’t care,” come your shaky words, eyes unfocused and skin buzzing at every point in which keigo’s fingertips touch.”just wan anythin’, all of you...tie me up, throw me down...anything you want keigo,” you plead, tongue heavy in your mouth as you babble mindlessly, it’s coated in saliva that you swap with keigo during sloppy kisses before the grinding stops and he’s carrying you right to your bedroom.

your tummy bristles with excitement, pussy so wet your panties stick to your slick folds and throbs with need when your back hits your plush bed. keigo looks like an angel with dark wings while he hangs above you, his blood red feathers spread wide and the glowing yellow of his eyes holding the narrowed obsidian slits staring at you with immense lust. you don’t dare move as his eyes track you, you feel like a lamb to a lion, a mouse to a bird of prey underneath him and hawks uses his flurrying feathers to pin you the bed— push up your shirt and tickle your blemished, soft tummy until your back arches.

“anythin’ i want, huh?” he growls like a wild beast, the sound sends talons of avarice after your trembling frame— neurons blasted with heavy doses of perverted yearning, your eyes are blown wide— doe like and to keigo, you appear the perfect picture of prey. “fuck, you really don’t care what i do to you, huh? just so long as i fuck you right,” he groans, pulling back from you to wrestle off his belt, the cool leather quickly forming a bind around your wrists.

you shake your head no, breathless and arching— craving for the winged hero to tear into you like a piece of meat. “gonna fuck your throat then, been missin’ how you take me for too long,” hawks decides then, clothes disappearing like the sun over the horizon when the moon takes over. he shuffles up your body then, and you watch with a pleading stare as his heavy cock slaps his chisled body— its bulbous head a shade of red angrier than his wings as it leaks thick globs of precum.

it’s so hot, so hard as keigo grinds his erect cock into the suppleness of your flesh, flushed with heat and primal urge to please him. tracks of silken white stain your skin with each drag of the hero's hips against the temple of your body— the one he would have spent time worshiping if he had all the time under the rising moon and gas burning stars, the ones up in the sky above.

the blonde shudders, wholly, completely to the point where his face twists in an angelic agony when your mouth falls open almost instinctively as his cockhead hits your chin, smearing his arousal across it—it’s almost like you’ve been waiting to taste him and you are, incredibly desperate to do so. your lips close around his top immediately, your eyes watering needily as the first drops of his precum invade your tongue, salty and sweet— so much like him.

hawks grabs the headboard, letting you work your tongue through his oozing slit, lapping at him with fiery greed hotter than the sun your plant orbited— one day to burn so bright that it might just consume the earth one day. that’s how much love, how much ungodly lust you hold for the hero above you. the one who lets you have your fun slobbering over his leaky dick, running your pink muscle over the forked vein on its underside— blue and forked and fat, practically bursting to flood your mouth with seed even though the night has only just begun.

you wonder if there are planets the colour of gold like his eyes, laced with hazardous, poisonous that makes you addicted— the way you are to him. are there planets lined with red the shade of keigo’s wings as they flap when he finally takes control— taunt hips drawing back languidly and pulling his tip from the sauna of your wet mouth before they thrust back to the hilt and fill you with everything that is keigo takami. he hits the back of your throat before you realise, throat expanding around him to accommodate for his weighty size, letting him pour down your throat like a waterfall.

“missed you, i missed this, the way you always take me so well. s’glad your throat re’members the way i feel— fuck darlin’, you take me so well,” keigo speaks gently, rushed words caught in the thick of his saliva as it drowns his tongue in his mouth. he looks down to you, setting your heart alight in your rib cage— eyes mirroring the galaxies forming in yours from the tears, tears that gather from how deep hawks’ cock crawls down your throat— filling you up with globs of his early seed as he fucks you raw, bulging in the base of your throat. you whine around him and keigo imagines this must be what stars sound like, their little chimes in tune with your sweet voice— dancing in the milky way as his balls slap against your chin.

they’re heavy with cum, it even dribbles from his aching tip and it ruins your mouth, your tongue and you don’t think you could ever have another man after being with keigo takami. your eyes say it, dark with wholly consuming gluttony and devoir— ‘cum f’me, for me, keigo,’ and with more pushes into your plush, slick mouth— he does. the hero cums while sloppy and lewd noises echo in your tiny bubble of time and space— a crude mix of spit and cum dripping down your precious, teary face. the cute little gasp you let out when he pulls back before painting your sweet obedient mouth with unbelievable amounts of his release. it’s so sticky, strings connecting your tongue to the roof of your mouth when he pulls out and allows you to show him the mess on your tongue.

you did all this, all of this for him with your hands writhing above your head— rubbed sore from the leather.

but you don’t even care that it hurts, you can’t seem to. not when you’re looking right into the eyes of the sun as hawks repays the favour, his body draped over yours and his fat girth pushing between your sticky folds— wet from the private view you’d gotten when his brows furrowed and eyes cross as he came in your mouth, smeared it against your lips.

“keigo,” you sigh at the intrusion of his swollen cock into your tight entrance, desperate to have him take you to the moon and rattle your entire body. it burns, blistering bright and enticing— all you want is for the hero above you to rock your world while he rocks his hips into yours, your sweet and doughy thighs locked around the small of his waist— heavy dick pressing into your eager creamy walls. “keigo please, please…”

“oh dove,” he says, wings spread out wide and large hands— only now you realise— ungloved, cup your face, thumbs brushing over your wet bottom lip before cascading down to your thighs— pushing them apart for a better view of him sinking into your abyss and becoming lost in the black hole of adoring your body. “you’re so needy, did you miss your man fuckin’ this pussy as much as he missed you?”

you nod, eyes watering once again— can it even rain in space? you ask yourself, every time the blunt tip of keigo’s dick hits pleasure points inside of you that only he can reach, drawing a line against your ribbed walls with his precum— gooey and oozing, squelching and nasty sounds echoing between your personal bubble of space. “mnn, god, missed you s’much, always miss you— hate when you’re gone—!” you gripe, raw moan curling in your throat as hawks fucks up into you, his cock snug and warm inside you.

he jams into your g-spot, bringing stars down to earth just for you to touch with your gentle fingertips— except your wrists are restrained by his thick black belt and the stars are way too out of reach.”yeah? you miss me so much, that you’re so loyal to this dick, huh? ‘m gonna ne the only one to fuck you—“ keigo pants, sweat on his brow from the heat of the sun, the growing ball of bright yellow lust clashing with the red of his wings. “no matter how long ‘m gone, you’re always gonna be mine.”

you become overwhelmed, not by the harmony of your moans together or the clap of his heavy breeders balls slapping against the curve of your ass but by hawks himself. the way he shines above you, his eyes roll and lips part in a silent o— you’re overwhelmed by him, the way he weaves in and out of your life, keigo has no permanent fixture to you— even if he sinks his talons into your plush flesh. and so, you wonder again for the second time that night if he takes the form of a gas planet— if the man driving his girth so deep inside you that it kisses your cervix, stretches out your gummy, viscous walls— is your jupiter, a planet made of gas that could fissile out whenever it pleased.

and then, you wonder if you’re just one of the many moons that's serving him.

keigo grunts through his teeth, lifting you by the hips and hooking your arms, though restrained, over his head until they hook around his neck. from here, he bounces you on his dick until you can’t breathe— there’s no oxygen in space, you remember, brain deprived and neurons buzzing with pleasure you didn’t even know existed in your own galaxy. tears line your eyes, clumped on your eyelashes like stars that had fallen from the sky just for keigo takami.

your insides are bruised as you hiccup, the winged hero freeing a hand from your waist to cup your pudgy and tear stained cheeks. “don’t cry, dove, just let me make you feel good,” he murmurs, lips against yours in the final seconds of your incoming high— he swipes a tongue over your swollen bottom lip, rolls his hips up into yours and drags his tip over sensitive spots that have you moaning to the moon and back. “‘m gonna cum,” he says heavily, lips on your neck— heated from the pants of his breath. “gonna fill you up with my cum, mark you up from the inside. keep you mine. make it so that no one else can fucking have you.”

the filthy words make you dizzy, have you spiralling through the abyss of time and space and you never ever want this night to end— because if he leaves again, it might break you and you might never come back down. you wish that you could freeze time and stay like this with him, swirling your hips in keigo’s lap— skin of your thighs slapping together wetly, juices staining your skin with a galactic shine— like the night sky on a clear day.

“want it, your cum— give it to me,” you chant, your breasts pressed against hawks’ sweaty chest— pebbled nipples brushing against one another and pulling more lewd moans from deep within your chest. the bed frame shakes beneath your joined bodies, adding to the nasty mix of skin slapping against skin. “please i need you,”

and maybe it’s the desperation in your voice or the neediness in your eyes, but as keigo lifts and drops you back down onto his erect cock— frothing at his base and pouring sweet nectar down his fat balls— he lets a hand slip over your clit, his fingers smooth from wearing gloves draw shapes, connecting stars and forming constellations against your clit until you cum so hard your body can’t take it. you squeal so loud, your body shakes so hard that you collapse a sweaty mewling mess in the number two hero’s arms. “i love you,” you mumble, lost in your mind as you gush all over keigo’s tummy— who’s not far behind. his hips jut upwards into yours, barely stalling when he unloads his hot seed deep inside your awaiting cunt, flooding your insides and painting you white— his wings flap aggressively as he cums and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen since the moon rose.

it’s only when the blazing ball of fire, the stars stop burning inside you and lining your eyes— when the gravity starts working again and you plummet back down to earth that you realise what you’ve said and done. keigo freezes.

suddenly you feel the coldness of space, you feel scared and want to pull away from the moon. you’re scared that he’s going to leave you, that you’ll have to deal with more sleepless nights and feeling alone. but then, hawks regains his breath, “i love you too,” collapsing with you in his arms into the sheets— pressing kisses to your cheeks, holding you closer than what seems possible. “i love you, dove, i do…and that’ll never change, i don’t want you to think otherwise…”

you can’t explain the warmth that takes over you, but it’s evident in the smile on your face as you hold him, brushing your fingers through golden sun rays in his hair. “so then, will you stay with me tonight?” you ask him, breathless and curious.

“for tonight and all the others after,” keigo nods, barely detectable in the shadows of your room but written in his amber eyes—visible due to the shining moon and city lights that slip through your curtains. “i’ll be here.”

and he does, he stays tangled with you in the sheets until the sun rises over you both— fast asleep in one another’s arms.

[spideyhexx]

spider-boy: p.p.

pairing; college aged!peter parker x college aged!female reader

a/n: was just very in the mood to right some peter :)

masterlist

summary: one night when Peter comes to your place with another injury and feelings come to the forefront.

MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: mention of injury. fluffy fluff.

word count: 1.2k

The dead of night could not have been more lonely. You’ve been trying to sleep for hours. The stuffy little dorm room in the big city has this sleepless effect on you.

And with your roommate gone for the night, the place felt slightly less stuffy, but now you’re alone, counting how many times a car honks. That is until your mind drifts to Peter.

Peter Parker, aka the official, actual Spider-Man.

You remember vividly the night he swung to your rescue after a man had snatched your purse.

The way he kicked the guy away, getting your purse back with one of his webs and delicately consoled you after the whole ordeal. When he spoke, you knew his voice from somewhere.

It wasn’t until a few days later that you connected the dots after listening to some boy in your class give a presentation. His voice, it was definitely him.

You were so sure of it that you confronted him after the class. Peter denied it at first, but eventually relented and revealed his little secret.

Since then, Peter’s been in your life a whole lot more. Doing homework together, staying up late on the phone with him talking about absolute nonsense.

And some of the most exciting yet terrifying moments of listening to his adventures as a hero and helping him clean up any wounds so his Aunt May won’t worry.

You haven’t seen him in a bit, with classes insanely stressful, you’ve rarely had time to talk or hang out.

You glance at your clock, groaning as the time reflects one am. Without hesitation, you grab your phone and call Peter, staring at the screen with hope that he’d pick up, but the ring goes on and on until you’re sent to his voicemail.

He had to be out in the city tonight, seeing if there were any nightly crimes he could stop.

You were constantly in awe of Peter. How caring he was, how much he wanted to help people, how much he’s helped you. His company was like a blessing in disguise.

As your friendship’s grown, so have your deeper feelings for the guy, but you’ve tried to push them to the side.

Your own anxiousness over actually expressing those sweet romantic thoughts to Peter was enough to keep you from doing so.

A knock on the window startles your never ending thoughts. You sit up in bed slowly, crawling to the end of your bed, being met with Peter’s mask-covered face.

He waves, gesturing to the window and you open it for him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he climbs in. Peter plops down onto your bed, letting out a breath and pulls off his mask.

“You good?”

“Perfect.”

Peter sits up and nudges his shoulder against yours, his hand moving to cover his face as he stands up, setting his mask down on your desk.

You laugh, “why did you do that?”

“Do...what?”

You furrow your brow, a smile creeping its way onto your face.

“You covered your face right then. There’s no scratches or cuts there from what I can see,” you reply, standing up, slowly walking towards him.

Peter goes to say something then doesn’t once you’re right in front of him.

“Did you get hurt?” You scan him to see if any obvious injuries were there and see nothing, but it still worried you

He nods, then quickly adds on “nothing terrible though! It’ll be fine!”

“Peter.”

It pains you to see him hurt and no matter how many times you’ve helped him, he still worries about making you upset over his injuries.

“I promise you, I’m okay.”

Peter walks past you to sit back on your bed and you turn just in time to see the red stain on shoulder. You shake your head, sighing, crossing your arms.

“You’re bleeding,” you say softly, pointing at his shoulder.

“Listen, this guy had a sword.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, grabbing bandages and rubbing alcohol from your bathroom.

“That seems wildly dangerous.”

“It is, but the cops took him in, and the sword was confiscated. Peace is restored,” he says, smiling when you giggle at him.

“Peace restored, blah, blah, blah, but now you’re hurt.”

“It’s fine, you do know I heal faster than a normal human right?”

You sigh, moving to stand in front of him.

“I know that, but you should still be taken care of. May would go berserk if you bled all over her apartment.”

“True, but I guess I’m lucky to have you then, huh?”

You nod, your cheeks heating up just a little bit and you’re thankful the room is on the darker side.

“Can you uh...take the suit off so I could bandage you up?”

Peter mumbles a response and presses the spider on his suit, it immediately loosening. He shrugs off the top half, looking up at you once he’s done.

Despite the dark room, you could see the way he looks at you and it makes you freeze for a moment before you snap back into reality. You begin to disinfect his cut, scrunching your face up at his small winces.

Once you’re done with that, bandage the cut. Your fingers brush over his collarbone as you pull away and Peter clears his throat, looking anywhere but at you.

God, all you wanna do is kiss him.

Silently, you go to the bathroom to wash your hands, coming back to see Peter with his suit back on, mask in hand.

He scratches the back of his head, “I should probably get going, need to get some sleep.”

“Oh...right. Of course.”

You smile at him, but truly, you want him to stay. Peter grins back and steps one leg out of the window.

Before you could stop yourself, you’re speaking, “Hey, Pete?”

He stops, looking back at you.

“Yeah?” You fiddle with your hands, looking down at them.

“Maybe you could...stay the night? With me?”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he stutters out.

Without another thought, you walk towards him and hug Peter. He returns the gesture, his hand rubbing your back.

“What’s this for?”

You mumble against his chest, “haven’t seen you in a bit. I missed you.”

You lift your head up, your breath hitching at the closeness. Peter’s eyes dance over yours before glancing at your lips. Your heart wants to do a fucking flip when you catch it.

“Peter,” you breathe out, your hands resting on his chest lightly, almost like if you touched more, you’d not want to let go.

“You’re so pretty,” he coos, cupping your face, your eyes widening a little at the compliment.

“I-I...uh...thank you.”

He smiles, rubbing his thumb against your cheek and you place one hand firmer on his chest, the other gently holding his wrist.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod eagerly and Peter lets out a sigh of relief before pressing his lips to yours. Your bodies mold against one another and you find yourself leaning your head against his warm touch.

His lips touch yours with an air of delicacy.

Peter goes to move away and you chase after his mouth, kissing him harder, squeezing the fabric on his chest when he lets out a small hum.

You nip at his bottom lip and Peter chuckles, leaning forehead on yours and catching his breath.

“We can do that a lot more, yeah?”

You lightly smack his chest, shaking your head at him. Tugging his hand, you pull him into bed with you.

“Is that a yes or…?”

You laugh, quickly pecking his lips, smiling.

“Yes, spider-boy.”

Peter mocks being hurt, putting his hand over his heart.

“Dear god, you’ve hurt my ego. But...it does mean more kisses.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and pulls you close to him, kissing your nose.

[somer-writes]

Part 2!

-> the war of ages starts bc warriors is the hero of courage and also hawt. he feels horrifically objectified naturally and has nightmares about being put on display. despite his confidence, he's actually fairly insecure which is part of why he's so tedious in his grooming and such a schmoozer

-> he's not vain, he just cares about his appearance. part of it was how he was raised, part of it is because its the only thing hes ever felt he exerts any real control over

-> after the war, warriors is forced into a partial retirement. people died during the war "because of him" and so to spare the royal family the scandal (and quell any revolts) he was publicly retired

-> he still lives in the castle and is friendly with the royal family. he's a bit of a celebrity esp among the upper class who didn't do much during the war. he's considered a war hero and hates discussing the war

-> in his semi-retirement he leads reconstruction efforts from logistics to bids to overseeing planning and execution. he also sits on the finance council and is vocal about bereavement pay for families who lost people in the war and pay for those who were permanently disfigured/abled (im sorry i dont know a better way to put it!)

-> twilight is the first person he truly considers *family*. he's protective of twilight bc he sees him as a younger brother. he sees wind in a similar way but trying to be a good role model for wind disrupts their closeness somewhat. twilight gets under warriors skin with genuine concern/compliments

-> warriors gets jealous easily bc hes a lonely little man who doesnt like his friends having other friends bc it makes him insecure about his staying power

-> being around the others means warriors is slowly facing/unpacking his own history. he is entirely normalized/desensitized to it so has no idea he's been done wrong until he learns otw from the others. when hes upset about his past he puts the blame on himself instead for being ungrateful/weak/useless, etc

-> bc of his upbringing he's good at putting others first, swallowing his pride, keeping a level head, and being assertive. hes very chivalrous and has a strong moral code

-> he primarily reads histories/poetry but likes the odd romance novel. he writes poetry sometimes

-> part of his life has always been the temple choir and so he's quite good at singing but really only knows cadences and hymns

Ayo random question cuz I’m so interested: what exactly do you head-cannon is Warrior’s past? (If you don’t then just ignore me :D)

so full warning here i have never played the hyrule warriors games bc they're not my thing (i have played fe warriors bc robin my beloved <3). i dont know any of the canon so this is pure headcanon fuckery:

-> warriors is highly based on midshipmen who were young officers in training aboard navel vessels usually from upper class families. except he's army so i call him a middleman instead bc i dont have a better alternative XD

-> he (like all/most of the links) is orphaned. he was old enough that he vaguely remembers his parents but young enough that he couldnt tell you anything about them.

-> from the orphanage, he was adopted by a noble family (which i havent come up with a name for yet). he has four adopted siblings who are all the biological children of this lord and lady

-> despite being adopted young it was always made clear that he was specifically adopted out of charity to make the family look good. warriors spent most of his childhood being paraded around as the poor orphan commoner who is learning how to be a proper gentleman and never as an actual son/brother

-> he is not close to any of his family and in fact resents his adopted father. his adopted mother never really had much to do with him and neither did his siblings so he just has a vague distaste for them. he does not speak to them of his own accord but the child in him still wants to please his adopted father so he is still involved with them

-> he grew up receiving an education and was held to much stricter standards than his siblings. he received very little praise for his efforts and was spared very little affection so he always worked himself to the bone for any scrap of it he could get. as a result hes extremely well read and quite good at math

-> at 14 he was sent into the army as a middleman. his father claimed it was because he was the only one of the children who would do well there. he excelled there if only bc he was finally somewhere he could receive the recognition he so desperately wanted/needed.

-> he did not have an easy time making friends bc he was a bit of a kiss ass and did not/does not know how to form and maintain valuable close relationships

-> warriors doesn't really know the difference between genuine affection and being praised for his usefulness. it's not difficult to take advantage of him by inflating his ego

-> he sets impossible standards for himself (some of which were forced upon him) and practices a lot of self-loathing when he feels as though he's failed

-> he refers to his adopted father as his "benefactor" but will call him father in passing

-> he doesn't write home

-> warriors saw his first battle at 16. he killed his first enemy at 17. he still has nightmares about both

-> we're getting a little fucky with ranks here but he *is* an officer. specifically a captain which is company grade. he likely commands small units on the battlefield but mostly up until the war of ages worked as a liaison. i think during the war he was given much more responsibility but his rank stayed the same bc chaos. he regrets every person who ever died under his command :(

(continued in part 2!)

[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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ffffwefjslkg. ghsdlkg. dsfkkkslkjldwkjrg

STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit