#my own surrounding so i need to gear up and tell everyone that they are actively contributing to make the world a little bit worse 🥰🥰🥰

[capriszn]

banning the word girl from my vocabulary for good thanks 😉

[goldfades]

Quinn Hughes x equipment manager reader smut? Maybe it’s the start of the season so the reader is helping him get all his gear fitted and situated and she’s calling him “cap” and “captain” and he ends up feeling some type of way 😈

✮ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐂, quinn hughes

♡ ─ word count | 1.8k

♡ ─ warnings | unedited (when is it?) unprotected sex (tap it before u tap it kids), p in v, pretty fluffy, cute quinn, lmk if i missed anything

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♡ ─ ev's notes | sorry for the late answer, nonnie, but i hope you enjoyed!!!!

You and Quinn had always had some kind of tension between you. You could never place on why, but you sure had an idea.

You were very attracted him, and everyone could tell. I mean, who could blame you? He was so gorgeous and not only that, he was so nice to you. Despite the unspoken tension, Quinn always treated you with a warmth that left you wondering if he felt something too. Your interactions were laced with a playful teasing, leaving you both excited and frustrated. It was a delicate dance, a push and pull that kept you on the edge of anticipation. As time went on, you couldn't help but wonder if your he had felt it too.

As the season kicks off, you find yourself spending more time with Quinn, helping him get all his gear fitted and anything else the team needed. You stand beside him, both focused on the task at hand. The scent of freshly worn sports equipment hangs in the air as you adjust the straps and fastenings. The process is weirdly intimate, each adjustment bringing you closer in proximity. Quinn's easy-going demeanor remains intact as you help him.

The strong scent of freshly polished leather and the distant echoes of the team gearing up in the locker room as Quinn smiles, appreciation evident in the way he smiles.

Quinn glances over at you, a playful glint in his eye. "Thanks for the help. I swear, I never get these straps right on my own. You're the best."

You blush at the praise as your lips curve into a smile, your fingers deftly adjusting the last buckle. "No problem, Quinn. Consider it my secret talent, master of the gear fittings."

He grins, flexing his fingers in the newly adjusted gloves. "Well, I appreciate your expertise, Y/N." Your name rolled off his tongue slowly and you both made eye contact. He was smiling as he gazed back you and you could feel yourself get red, you immediately break the eye contact.

Comfortable silence fills the room as you start gathering everything back where it's supposed to go. Quinn clears his throat and continues, "So, any predictions for this season?" he asks, his eyes scanning the room as if sizing up the competition.

You look up at him as you picked up something from the floor, responding. "I'm feeling optimistic. And with you as the captain, I think we're in for the best season we've had for a while."

Quinn's grin widens at your words, and a subtle pride glows in his eyes. "Well, I'll do my best to lead us to victory. But it's not just about me; it's about the whole team working together."

You knew he was just trying to be humble, but you knew he was proud. "Okay Mr. Modest, you know you're the shit, right?"

Quinn's laughter fills the room, a warm sound that eases any lingering tension. "Well, someone's got to keep my ego in check. Wouldn't want my head to get too big."

You join in his laughter, enjoying the easy banter. As the last piece of equipment finds its place, you catch Quinn's eye again. The shared moment of amusement lingers, and you can sense a shift in the air – a subtle acknowledgment of the tension between you.

The two of you stand in the quiet locker room, surrounded by the tangible energy of anticipation for the upcoming season. Quinn leans against a locker, still smiling. "You know, I may not say it as much as I would want, but I appreciate your help. We all do, without you, we wouldn't know how to do anything."

Quinn chuckles, and the locker room seems to shrink into an intimate space shared between just the two of you. "Maybe not completely helpless, but you make it a lot smoother for all of us. It's like having a secret weapon on our side."

You roll your eyes playfully. "A secret weapon, huh? I think you're exaggerating a bit."

He pushes himself off the locker, closing the distance between you. "Not at all. You have a way of making even the most mundane tasks enjoyable. It's a talent, not anyone can do that."

The air becomes charged with a different kind of tension, one that's laced with unspoken feelings. Quinn's compliment goes beyond the teasing, and you feel a warmth spreading through you. The playful dynamic shifts into a more genuine connection, and you find yourself caught in the intensity of his gaze.

"Thanks, Cap," you respond, the nickname slipping out naturally.

Quinn's eyes hold yours, and there's a flicker of something in his expression. "Cap, huh? I like the sound of that."

You raise an eyebrow, teasing. "Oh, now you're asking for it. Captain Quinn, our fearless leader."

He laughs again, but this time there's a subtle hint of desire in his smile. "You know, I may have underestimated the power of a good nickname. It suits you."

Quinn's laughter fades, and a charged silence lingers between you. The air seems thick with anticipation, and you notice a shift in Quinn's demeanor. There's a subtle intensity in his gaze, a desire that mirrors your own.

His eyes, now filled with a hint of desire, lock onto yours. "You're more than just a manager, Y/N. There's something about you that makes everything... interesting."

You can feel your heart beating faster as the unspoken connection between you intensifies. The nickname hangs in the air, a symbol of the closeness you've built. Quinn's smile turns more intimate, and the shift in dynamics becomes undeniable.

"Well, Captain Quinn," you say, your voice a whisper, "I've heard interesting is good."

Quinn's hand gently lifts your chin, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Very good, actually," he murmurs.

You reach up, fingers grazing the collar of his jersey, and Quinn's breath catches. The unspoken tension between you evolves into a something deeper. The tension becomes palpable, and in that charged moment, Quinn closes the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a deep kiss.

Quinn's hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and the world outside the locker room fades away. The connection you've felt, now manifesting physically, makes his touch right now south.

One of his hands go to cup your face, pulling you impossibly closer to him. The kiss is deep and passionate, just the way you'd imagined. He pulls away and you both breathe heavily.

"You're a good kisser, Captain." You tease quietly and it was like something in him clicked, he let out another exhale as his eyes turned into something more than just desire.

"Fuck, say that again." Quinn whispers back, his voice carrying desperation and need.

You didn't know he was into that and it took you aback to watch Quinn be so desperate. "Kiss me again, Captain."

He didn't hesitate, he pulled you in again and this time, the kiss was desperate and sloppy. He let out a hum in your kiss as he slowly walked you back into the locker, holding you against it. His hand moved up to hold your neck as he kissed you deeper, making you let out a whimper into the kiss.

He start grinding against you and you immediately felt his hard-on on top of your stomach. You didn't know it was that easy to rile him up, if only you'd known sooner. Quinn started kissing down your jaw as you let out a desperate moan.

"Shit, Quinn. Please," was all you could say. Your thoughts were beginning to fog up, you couldn't think straight.

"Please what, baby?" He mumbled against your neck as his hands move down to grip your waist. When you didn't answer, he let his hand go lower down in the place where you needed him the most. He cupped your covered cunt and you let out a moan, echoing throughout the locker room.

"Just fuck me, please." You whispered and you felt yourself become warm at the thought. He let out a chuckle before engulfing you in another bruising kiss, your whole body slamming against the locker once again. He

Your hands went to wrap around his shoulders as his hands went to take off your shorts, leaving you in your panties. "Jump," he mumbled against your lips and you did as you were told and he held you up with ease.

He pushed you harder against the locker as you moaned in his mouth, making him break the kiss. One of his hands unzipped his pants and quickly pulled out his hard cock. He moved your panties and slowly entered you. All you could do was grip his shoulders and moan as he thrusted himself right in you.

He stretched you out so perfectly, you swore you'd never felt this good your entire life. "Shit, Quinn."

"You feel so fucking good, baby. So good," he groaned as he finally bottomed you out. You felt so full, so good. His cock made you feel so dizzy, you were about to pass out.

He slowly started thrusting in and out of your soaking cunt, the sound echoing throughout the locker-room. You kept holding onto his shoulders for support as he fucked into you, letting out whimpers.

Quinn gripped your hips tightly as his speed increased with each thrust, your head fell back as he fucked into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your walls clenched around him, sucking him deeper.

"Fuck, baby, keep doing that." He groaned in your ear and you could barely comprehend the words he was saying, all you could do was mumble an affirmation as he kept fucking into you. "Just like that, baby."

You felt that familar knot form in your stomach as he kept his ruthless pace, making your head spin. "So close, please don't stop!" You moaned out.

He placed wet kisses all over your neck as he mumbled against you, "Me too princess." His grip on your hips was unforgiving, you could feel the bruises coming in but you didn't care, it felt so good. "Fuck."

The knot kept getting tighter and tighter, you could barely keep up. Before you knew it, your orgasm hit you like a truck. "Fuck, Quinn!" Your body spasmed in his arms as he kept fucking you through it. You saw stars as it washed over you.

Soon, he was cumming into you too. You both just sat there for a few seconds, catching your breath. Quinn gazed at you and he couldn't help himself getting hard again at your fucked-out state. He let out a chuckle as he shook his head playfully, "Didn't know you were into me like that, until... that."

"Didn't know you had a weird "Cap" kink," you retorted teasingly as he laughed, laying his forehead against yours.

"Yeah, you and me both."

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[daydreams-after-dark]

Taken | ot8 x gn!reader

↳ You’re snatched after work by 8 sexy men and taken to an abandoned warehouse… exactly what you’d paid for.

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↳ A little Drabble inspired by this ↓ interaction with the hungry @chuuchuu1224 ↓

I wrote this as a gender neutral reader. It started off me imagining a male reader, then somewhere I imagined it a female reader (as I must have been having my own reader insert moment). But honestly, you can imagine them however you would like as I don’t describe any gender identifiers in this one.

CW: planned abduction, captivity, forced face fucking and cum eating, name calling, safe word/gesture (not used), aftercare (kind of?)

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The blindfold was removed abruptly, aggressively even, and for the first time since you were “taken” you were are able to see exactly the situation you were in.

Kneeling on a filthy concrete floor. Naked. Bound and gagged.

You tugged on the ropes that were restraining your wrists behind your back. No use. They’d been tied securely.

Your legs weren’t tied though, and if you had the nerve, you could try to make a break for it. But who knew what punishment that might bring?

“Well well.” A voice from the shadows had your eyes darting around trying to find the source. You knew who it was. Chan. The leader. Someone you should never mess with.

“Why are you so aroused y/n?” He sneered. “Anyone would think you’re a sick freak.”

It was true. You were aroused. In fact, you could feel yourself leaking. You’d been fantastizing about this scenario for months, and just the anticipation alone had you fearing you’d come before you were meant to.

You were a sick freak. Just like the eight men who emerged from the shadows to surround you were sick freaks too.

From what you could tell, you’d been taken to an abandoned warehouse. It looked like it hadn’t been used in decades. Probably secluded too. Nowhere to run. No one to hear you. No one to help.

You’d been snatched after work, a sack thrown over your head, and pulled into a van, your senses had heightened as you realised what was unfolding. Your request had been accepted.

The men were attractive. Pretty. But from what you’d been told in your research, they could be mean and brutal. Exactly what you were looking for.

Most of them were fully dressed, a couple had their shirts off. Their toned bodies almost making you whimper around the rag in your mouth.

“Now. We’re going to remove your gag. You can scream if you want.” Seungmin snarled.

“But no one’s gonna hear ya.” Jeongin shoved a menacing grin in your face.

Someone behind you cut the fabric that was gagging you and it fell away. You were offered a bottle of water to your mouth and you drank it willingly. Your mouth was so dry. Some of the water missed your mouth and trickled down your chest. A few murmurs “so fuckin’ hot” came from your left.

“Such a pretty little thing.” Minho tugged your head back to get a good look at you. “Slutty mouth too.” He licked his lips.

“Y/n. You know what’s about to happen. We’ve received your safe word in the request, but you have to confirm it before this continues. Your safe word?” Chris presses.

“Sunshine.” You reply.

“Sunshine. Everyone hear that? If you need your safe word but your mouth is full, bite down… that’ll stop everything immediately.”

Words of confirmation echoed around the room.

“Right. Let’s begin.”

You watched as the men looked at you like they were going to tear you to pieces. Buckles were being undone, jeans were being unbuckled.

You choked back a moan when you finally saw eight cocks emerge from the confines of their clothing.

Your heart kicked up a gear when they began to move in closer, approaching you with their intimidating erections and dark eyes.

They surrounded you entirely, stroking your hair with their hands and prodding your cheeks with their dicks.

“Open up little slut.” Seungmin rubbed the head of his cock along your bottom lip. You opened up as he bullied his cock straight into your throat.

You immediately gagged. For some reason you expected they’d ease you into it.

Absolutely no chance we’re they going to go easy on you.

“This is what you paid for, remember? We’re just giving you what you want.”

Seungmin fucked your throat brutally. Your dry mouth was suddenly full of saliva, and drool was dribbling down your chin. Your eyes prickled with tears.

You braced yourself for him to empty himself in your mouth, but he didn’t, pulling out before he came.

Another cock was forced down your throat. Then another. Relentless and rough.

You lost count of how many of them had fucked your face. Your jaw hurt from being open for so long. Your throat burned. Your face was wet from your tears. But all you could do was keep taking it, until all eight of them had their turn.

None of them came though.

Still hard as stone, they stood there in a circle around you pumping their cocks.

“Keep your slutty mouth open. Time for us to feed you. Now go collect your dinner.”

Pathetically, with your hands still tied behind your back, you crawled to each of the men, presenting your open mouth to them.

“Eyes on me.” The one named Jisung said as he coated your tongue in his cum. You swallowed like a good little cumslut, then moved onto the next man.

“Look at those puffy lips.” Binnie rubbed finger along your lip then emptied himself into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow yet.” Hyunjin said. “I wanna see you take three loads at once.” You kept his cum in your mouth and proceeded to collect Jeongin’s and Felix’s, mixing them together and swallowing all at once.

“Good pet.” Seungmin held your jaw firm as he groaned as shot into your throat.

Two left. Minho and Chan. They stood side by side while you knelt obediently at their feet. Chan went first, whining as he frantically pumped his cock and spurting ropes of cum into your mouth. “Fuck!” He choked.

Finally Minho slammed his cock into you and fucked your mouth until he ejaculated. Holding your mouth firmly against his pubic bone as he did.

“Fuck yeah! Take it kitten.” He growled.

You doubled over trying to catch your breath. They were surrounding you immediately, untying your sore wrists, and covering your body in a clean blanket.

Jisung and Felix took you to closed off corner of the warehouse and gave you the spare set of clothes you’d put in the backpack they took from you when they kidnapped you.

“So,” Changbin said as he dropped you back to your home. “Did our services meet your expectations?”

You nodded. “Yes. Very much so. I might even book you again sometime.” You smiled and got out of the car.

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🤩 ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: SKABRAM.builds Hello everyone! It's time to direct the spotlight toward our community members, and today we will get to know better SKABRAM.builds!

"Hi everyone, I’m Bram and I live in the Netherlands.

I rediscovered LEGO when my oldest son got his first set about 2,5 years ago. Soon I found out about digital building LEGO and got hooked building MOC’s of one of my favorite things: birds. I created some of my favorite birds to display in our house and published the building instructions for others to build. That was all I did until LEGO announced the Icons Kingfisher set. It got me thinking about sharing my own bird builds too.

This idea got kickstarted when I got tagged in a photo where someone used my instructions for a bird build. Apparently there was a little search for brick built birds in nature photos. I got in touch and was encouraged to participate. Since I already have some years experience with wildlife photography this seemed fun. I emptied my camera bag, filled it with my bird models and went to a local park. And here we are…

I see my photography as the final touch of my MOC. I spend a good amount of time designing and building the model, getting it out in it’s natural habitat feels like a logic last step. I try to get as close to the real bird and it’s environment as possible and aim to create realistic photos. My approach is the same as in my wildlife photography: I want to show the bird and some of its surroundings. These surroundings are important since they tell a lot about a bird and it’s behavior and habitat. Since I’m shooting a LEGO model this is a lot easier than with real birds, so I got plenty of time to focus on composition. I often try to get on eye level with my subject and to find interesting colors or lines that complement the composition. Most of my images are composed using the rule of thirds.

I prepare my photos not extensively. I think about the posing and what I might need for it (string, stand or extra LEGO parts) and throw everything in my bag when I go outside.

I don’t take a model of a coastal bird to the forest, but besides that it’s just looking for the right opportunity. Working with natural light and shooting without a tripod makes everything very flexible.

My 50-400mm lens is very versatile, so I can shoot real birds and LEGO ones during the same walk. The higher aperture (4.5-6.3) of this lens is no deal breaker since I often shoot with higher aperture to include more of the surroundings.

The hardest part might be getting the model posed right. It’s not always easy to find the right branch to clip the feet on (not all branches are in system…) and wind should not be underestimated when shooting around water (yes, I had to fish). Sometimes someone is holding a loose branch with a bird model up so I can get the right image. To compensate for the inevitable movement here I increase my shutter speed (which is already high because I shoot handheld).

Combining my love for wildlife photography and LEGO has been a bliss thus far. Working with static models and a lighter lens has it’s advantages! The gear i use is a Sony A6700 Tamron 28-75mm 2.8 Tamron 50-400mm 4.5-6.3 Tamron 150-500mm 5.0-6.7 (used for wildlife only) I do have a simple Rollei tripod, but only use it inside."

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House of Alphas Chapter 39: Gambling King

🐺House of Alphas🐺

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

Chapter 39: Gambling King

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“Alright…” you huddled with your alphas standing on the opposite side of the cave.

The opposing team stretches and flips their weapons cockily, grins to match their attitude.

You released a little scoff looking at your group, “…Tell me about their abilities… everything you know.”

Nanami nodded toward the lead alpha, “Hakari is known as the master of fists. He’s close range.”

A fighter.

“Also…” Gojo began with slight irritation, “…he has a lucky dragon talisman.”

A fighter with a shit ton of luck…

You hummed rubbing your chin. Most fighters had good strength and defense but their resistance couldn't be too high. The problem was that talisman. Any dragon item was top tier. For a moment you second-guess this match. An item such as that was end game. Was Hakari that strong? You did hit him with your shadow blast and he did get a sneak attack in so there was no telling how strong the man was without seeing the little boss bar at the top of your screen followed by boss music.

Perhaps if you could get him surrounded and get a good hit off on him then you could win. But then there were the others. “What about his mate?”

“Gravity.” Sukuna muttered- A sorcerer…“…they can affect the gravitational pull on the targets they mark. Bringing them together or apart.”-so don't get touched.

“And the others?”

“Pawns.”

“Pawns are still soldiers. I need to know what they do.”

“ I got you...” Getou began, “B.J. is good with a bow, Spades is a sword user, Ace axes, and Jack works with javelins. I heard that their team has a hard time against elemental runs so they normally stick to strength matches.”

That would explain why all the gear Hakari sells is normally for raw armor and weapons, they normally don't have good magic items. Cool. A well-rounded team that doesn't do well against magic. You shut your eyes for a moment trying to imagine the battlefield in ‘game’ form. What would you do if you were fighting a team with a strong captain? Defeat the add-ons. That's strat 101.

You opened your eyes with a soft nod, “so…here’s what I'm thinking… If we can get rid of the pawns we can focus on Kirara and then Hakari. I don't think any one of us can go toe to toe with him and actually defeat him. Sukuna if you can dance with him for a little that would be good, shoot at him do whatever just keep him busy, don't exert too much energy though. Toji and Nanami I need you front line handling the big guys. Getou if you can help them with that, that would be great, summon Kirin, the chain lightning can assist in dispatching the meat shields and stunning them. Gojo and I will focus on Kirara and after that, we take care of Hakari… Any questions so far?”

“Yeah, why am I dancing with the opponent.”

“Sukuna... You are faced with someone who is faster than you and super lucky at that.” Which calls for easy crits- no wonder why he took everyone else out with one hit. “…you aren't going to beat him with brute force. I know your strength out matches his but one wrong move and he gains the upper hand. We need to counter luck right now and to do so is to higher our chances when we all attack him. We can lower his speed and guard, but only if we work together. Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“What does my team have to do with my dreams?”

“Uh, we help them come true! Duh!”

“You haven't the slightest idea what my dreams consist of.”

You sighed, “Listen! We gotta work together to defeat our enemies. This is important for any battle we get into. We are strongest as one, and it's especially important to understand when the enemy can outclass you, it doesn't mean they are better it just means you need to think of a counter, a different path. Understood?”

Toji grinned, “I love when you get all commander on us.”

“She’s so cute when she does that.” Gojo agreed.

You felt heat touch your face, “Uh~ well I like strategy games you know. You gotta learn how to make your disadvantages your advantages. Hakari’s team is strong but they also underestimate us. Let’s play them right into our hands.”

“Yes…she makes a good point Sukuna. ” Nanami is also pleased with you.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say war chief.”

Getou snickered, “Oh you must join Nanami and me in a game of chess, it would be nice to go against an opponent that uses their brain for once.”

“Oi! What does that mean?”

“Nothing my sweet boy.”

You chuckled at Getou and Gojo who was making a pouty face.

-“Heeeeey~!” Hakari called for your attention.

Looking over your shoulder you watched the alpha jump around like he was Goku getting ready for the funnest fight of his life. Kirara on the other hand, looked forever bored like you guys were beneath their time. “Are we ready to do this?!”

“We were born ready!” Gojo yelled back, but truthfully Hakari and his pack only found anything your guys said or did amusing. Not even Sukuna’s glarey eyes were doing anything. It was like you were little pups trying to beat the elders.

You must gain your respect! “Hmph! Let’s wipe the battlefield with them.”

“Agreed.”

Your team spread out to get into position, you were in the center, Toji and Nanami took the front line, Sukuna and Gojo were to the left and right, and Getou was beside you.

Hakari and his pack hollered as they got excited.

“FINALLY”!

“Thought you guys were getting cold paws hm~!”

You kept your mind on the prize, ignoring the taunting words.

“I’m going to fuck them up…” Sukuna growled under his breath.

It was obvious their words were irritating your alphas. Especially so when…Hakari pointed a finger toward you, a wide grin on his face, “You're mine princess.”

What- he’s targeting you.

Toji stepped in the way, blocking you with his body, “Keep your filthy hands away from her.”

“I’m going to rip his arms off.”

Shit…

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[evilvvithin]

Hi!! Probably this would send as a request.

I always wonder like what's the reaction König 6'10 big guy, received a hug from a reader 5'3. Like she can't take off her gaze on him (with armor on) , and decided to bump into him, ask if she could hug him.

I don't know if this what you wanted exactly, but having your request in mind I just started to write and kept writing n writing and .... my brain is just unstoppable when it comes to König came up with something like a fluff and first meeting thing. Anyway, hope you like it!

There he was again, walking into the big room inside the military base, with his typical sniper hood. He just came from a mission recently, his gear and equipment covered in dust and drops of blood. There was no need for him to change his clothes as he was leaving for another mission anytime soon and no one knew exactly when. Getting some fuel was more important than changing clothes at the time. If there was time left, he’d got rid of the dirty clothes.

It wasn’t the blood that caught your eye, it was König himself. Behemoth of a man, fully geared up… the dining room went all silent the second he came inside. Everyone respected him here, you had to admit his look was rather intimidating together with his height and strength and you were sure everyone else in this room agreed with you.

When König sat down to eat, the room slowly filled up with talking and laughing again. You kept staring at him, imagining how he felt about all the attention. You couldn’t see his expressions nor his mind what he thought about, but you could feel he didn’t enjoy the attention. Who would? Soon enough you found yourself boring your eyes into his back, imagining his body under all the gear. 

“You need a pick up?” The guy next to you laughed. “Can you see?” 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stood up and walked towards the exit angrily. You weren’t that small, but surrounded mostly by men who were taller, they did enjoy teasing you. König looked at the guy who mocked you, he gave him the stare that’d make you freeze in place, not able to do anything. “Sorry,” the guy mumbled and returned to his plate. Right before you left the room, your eyes met with König’s. Before leaving, you two shared a little moment of understanding and you thanked him by nodding your head once.

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You couldn’t stop thinking about him, how damn good he looks in his gear and the sniper hood. The way he stood behind you when others made fun of you behind short, you wanted to get to know him closer. To at least get to speak to him, to thank him. 

“Get your shit together,” you said to yourself in the bathroom mirror. 

Stepping outside, the hallway was empty except König standing at a corner leaning against the wall. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, staring into the empty wall in front of him. 

Do I just come up to him and… God no, that’s weird. I could just pass by and thank him, and then keep talking… ah, no. That’s just awkward, holy. Your head was a mess, and without thinking further you just started to walk towards him, no plan in your head. Bumping into him on purpose, you gasped, “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking.”

You saw his eyebrows raise throughout the holes in his mask. “It’s fine, really,” he replied. His voice sounded like he yelled his whole life, but it was soft at the same time. “It’s fine,” he repeated as you didn’t move at all. 

“Actually…” You started and bit your lip unsure about what to tell him.

“Do you need something? Go away.” 

You looked him in the eyes shining through the sniper hood holes. “Can I hug you?”

The second you stood in front of him, looking up into his eyes, he was ready to hear anything from you but that. He scratched his forehead, confused and taken away by your words. 

“I’m sorry, that was weird. I’ll be going.” The awkward silence overwhelmed you, making you just want to get away from the situation. 

“Wait,” König suddenly said. “Why not?” 

You wished you saw if he was smiling or not, but his face cover made it impossible. You could only guess by the tone of his voice. Opening his arms wide, he invited you to a hug and you almost jumped into his arms. You couldn’t reach your hands together, the height and overall size difference was visible. His gear was only making him bigger. Squishing him tightly, which felt like a soft pressure to him if even that, you said: “Thank you. I hate their constant teasing.” 

König wasn’t really hugging you, he was hunched over you andjust had his hands placed on your upper back carefully. When you said those words, he actually hugged you and even pulled you closer to him. “I know what it’s like, trust me,” he said silently. “They won’t do it again.” 

You remained silent, enjoying the warmth of another person being. Hearing footsteps going your way, you looked up to him and thanked him again. Your neck stretched, he was tall of course, but you never realized he was this tall. 

König didn’t know what to think about it, he enjoyed the hug but at the same time he felt so confused deep inside. The hug felt really nice, he almost wished it lasted longer.

“What's your name?” He quickly shouted after you before you fully disappeared from his view.

“Y/n,” you stopped and looked back at him.

“People call me König,” he replied. 

I know, you said in your head and went to your private room finally.

[lacontroller1991]

Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 3: Nick Valentine x GN!Sole Survivor

Day 3: Favorite Scene/Set Up For Failure Masterlist Warnings: 18+, Language, Suicide/Homicide, Blood Word Count: 1.2k

“You want me to do what?” Father, Shaun, stares back at you with your eyes, his face set in resolve.

“You heard me. I need you to wipe out your friends. Starting with the Railroad. They have caused us too much trouble, keeping us from finding what is rightfully ours. They are a threat to us. You know this.” His words pierce through you as you freeze in your tracks. You know he’s your son, but do you really have the means of wiping out your friends, the very people who helped you find him?

“Shaun, you know I can’t do that,” you comment softly, sitting down next to the head of the Institute. “Surely there is another way, one that doesn’t involve the death of people I care about.”

He shakes his head, spurring on a coughing fit, blood spewing into a white napkin. “I am dying. Are you really going to let everything that I’ve built, for you, go to waste?”

You know he’s lying. You know that even though he is biologically your son, he is not your son. You’d like to believe that despite never raising him as your own that he wouldn’t be capable of mass genocide. You’d like to believe that he would take your compassion and his father’s love for life. But here he sits, telling you to do the exact opposite. And here you sit, actually contemplating it.

“You know the Railroad is only in it for themselves. Despite them wishing to liberate synths and allowing them to have self freedom, you know it’s all about revenge for them. And the Minuteman. They pose a threat to our existence. They need to be taken care of.”

Tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth, you play with your fingers, wishing you would’ve just stayed frozen. This is an impossible choice. Your blood or your friends who had become your family. “What about Valentine?” Shaun takes your hands in his, his are cold and frail while yours are warm and youthful.

“You know what needs to be done.”

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Blood. Blood surrounds you as you collapse to your knees, having taken out the Minuteman, all in one place. The people who sought to make the Commonwealth a better place. Looking down at your hands, you resist the urge to vomit at the sight of blood soaked skin. “What have I done?” Your eyes look around before spotting Preston, lying on the ground. If you didn’t know otherwise, you would’ve assumed that he was sleeping. Crawling over to his body, you wipe the blood off of his face, drops of water removing dirt and grime. “I’m so, so sorry.” Leaning down, you press a kiss to his foreheads, wishing it didn’t have to be this way.

“(Y/N)?” His voice causes you to look up from where you kneel, eyes immediately spotting the old synth as your heart breaks. You don’t have what it takes to tell him that you killed everyone, but you have a feeling that he already knows. “What the hell happened here?” His hand reaches for his gun as you sniffle, falling onto your butt as your eyes look over the massacre. 

“I killed them.” You can hear the gears whirring in his head before he crouches down next to you. His poker face gave Deacon a run for his money. 

“Now why would you go and do that for?” His voice is flat, no judgment but also no friendliness. It reminds you that he too, is a synth, made from your flesh and blood.

“Father told me to do it. Told me that they’re a threat to the Institute.” The words tumble out of your mouth, void of emotion. Shock setting in. 

Nick sighs, shaking his head, trying to come up with some logical explanation and finding none. “I warned you what would happen if you decided to help him out. Now look at where that got you.”

“I’m sorry, Nick, he’s my son. My only son.” 

Nick draws his lips in a tight line, standing to his full height. “I know.”

“He wants me to kill the Railroad, kill Deacon. He wants me to kill you. I can’t. I can’t do this. Nick, please, help me.” You turn to him, grabbing onto his pant leg, tears running down your face as his yellow eyes peer down at you. 

“There’s nothing I can do to help. You made sure of that yourself.” Shaking your head, you mess with the latches on your pipboy, taking it off. 

“Get this to Deacon, to Danse, anybody. Get it to them, bring down the Institute.” Tears flow freely down your face as you hand the synth the piece of technology. “It has all the information on how to get inside and what needs to be done to insure the destruction of that horrible place.”

Nick takes the pipboy into his other hand, looking down at you with curiosity, “Just what are you going to do? Kill more people?” Your eyes move from his and land on the ground, eyeing a gun within grabbing distance. He catches on. “You are not going to kill yourself.”

“What other choice do I have? I can’t ask you to kill me. I can’t ask Deacon to kill me, or Mac, or Danse, or Hancock. You know they wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Nick knows that you’re telling the truth. Deacon would be too distraught with the betrayal to be able to kill you. Mac and Hancock are too loyal, and well, Danse owes you his life. And Nick? Nick loves you. “I’ll do it.”

Your eyes light up with gratitude but it doesn’t reach your face. “Nick. I can’t let you.”

“Doll, I would rather have me do it than you do it,” he pockets the pipboy, extending his metal exposed hand out to you, allowing you to take it. Hoisting you to a standing position, he looks you over one last time with a sad smile on his face. “I loved you, you know.”

“Oh Nick.” You launch yourself into his arms, clinging onto him like your life depended on it, knowing how this moment is going to end. One of his arms wrapping around you, synthetic lips pressing a kiss to your temple as his other hand pulls back the hammer on his gun. “I love you. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” He pulls the trigger and a loud crack echoes in his auditory processors as you go limp in his grasp. With a sigh, he sweeps your body up into his arms and carries you to the yard behind your house, kneeling down on the ground next to your spouse’s grave. Carefully, he lays your body on the ground before standing up and dusting the dirt off of his knees, the pipboy burning holes in his coat pocket. “Goodbye, (Y/N). I’ll make sure to end it.” He lowers his head in a bow before walking away from the grave, wishing he could cry.

[firstelevens]

And “hand written note” for the immune gummies themselves sambucol

20. a hand written note

One thing that Bucky almost immediately learned after becoming a parent was that people's favorite question to ask about a kid was who they took after. Everyone who asked it always did with a knowing look in their eye, like there was a right answer that they were waiting to hear, and everyone who asked it tended to be disappointed when Bucky told them that Freddie was her own person, and much more interesting than either he or Sam were.

It's a good answer to have in his back pocket, but as Bucky watches his daughter consider two almost-identical jackets with an extremely familiar frown of concentration on her face, he might have to admit that it's not quite accurate.

Freddie never wears Stark-branded stuff to school: Sam and Bucky are both in agreement that it's tacky, and given Freddie's extensive wardrobe, he's not sure that she's ever even noticed when they steer her away from racing gear in favor of other outfits. Still, there's exceptions to every rule, and Bucky thought she might be excited by the change on this special occasion.

Instead, when he held up the two identical jackets and asked whether Freddie wanted to wear Papa's number or Daddy's, Freddie went into a state of contemplation so deep that he's not sure she's even thinking about jackets anymore. It's honestly adorable, how hard she's thinking about it, but they do eventually need to leave for school, and Bucky hasn't even done her hair yet.

The sound of Sam clattering down the stairs, in the middle of what is clearly an impassioned speech to whoever is on the phone, makes the decision for them. "You know what, honeybee?" says Bucky, kneeling so he's eye to eye with Freddie. "How about you wear Daddy's today and then you can wear mine tomorrow, hm?"

Freddie doesn't immediately respond, and Bucky's just about to break out plan C when her face lights up. "It'll make Daddy smile," she says, with an authoritative nod, and Bucky thinks his heart might burst for how much she looks like Sam right then.

"You're absolutely right," he says.

"You know, Papa," Freddie says, as Bucky lifts her up and plonks her on a chair in front of the mirror, "if I had a sister, we could wear your jacket and Daddy's jacket, and then that would make you smile."

Bucky snorts, kissing the side of Freddie's head. Two of Freddie's playgroup friends got baby siblings over the summer, and school has done nothing to dampen her fascination with them.

"You already make me smile, honeybee," he says. And then, because he's a coward with readily available distraction tactics, he pulls the box of sparkly hair clips towards them and tells Freddie to pick out which ones she wants today.

When they make it downstairs a few minutes later, Sam's got his phone call on speakerphone, and he's reading something aloud to whoever's on the other end.

"...has come to my attention that due to a miscommunication-"

"Don't say miscommunication," comes Becca's voice, slightly tinny. "You didn't miscommunicate anything; you're not culpable for any of this. Go with 'misunderstanding'."

Sam scratches something out on a legal pad. "Okay, due to a misunderstanding surrounding a picture that she drew in class, you felt obligated to raise concerns regarding Freddie's honesty. Your concern was that she had drawn myself and my husband in race cars."

On the phone, Becca tells Sam that it's good to be specific. Bucky, glancing warily down at Freddie, is relieved to see that she hasn't caught on to the conversation yet, but knows it's only a matter of time before she does. He takes her to the sunroom, where Mama Wilson catches on instantly and calls Freddie over to show off her dress and her pretty hair.

Freddie doesn't need telling twice, and Bucky returns to the kitchen in time to hear Sam reading the end of the note.

"I've attached a copy of the Sports Illustrated cover featuring myself, my husband, and baby Freddie at the 2028 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Hopefully, this will mitigate any future confusion. Regards, Sam Wilson."

"Sam, I know your instinct is to be a decent person, but you're gonna have to be kind of a pompous ass and close with 'Sam Wilson, four time Formula 1 World Champion', or otherwise there's no point to this."

"Nah, I'm cool with being vindictive in this case," says Sam, as he produces a sheet of stationery from somewhere and starts writing--in cursive, no less.

"Seriously, Sam?" asks Bucky, peering over his shoulder. "A handwritten note on personalized stationery?"

"It's got the Stark logo embossed in the corner, too," says Sam, sounding just a little bit gleeful.

"And an email wouldn't have sufficed because..."

"Because if that lady wants to call our baby girl a liar, we're gonna go in there and hand her this note in person and then make her look us in the eye when she's done reading it."

"We're still pulling her out of that class, though, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," Sam says, as he signs his name at the bottom. "I just want to make this woman stew for a minute first."

Bucky slips his arms around Sam and kisses his shoulder. "Just so you know, righteous indignation is really hot on you."

"Oh, yeah?" asks Sam, his voice going all warm in that way that still turns Bucky's knees to jelly. "And what--"

"Still here!" Becca calls out, startling them both. "Hanging up now! Bye!"

"Shame on you, James Barnes," says Sam. "Putting the moves on me with your sister still on the phone."

"I wasn't putting on any moves; I was stating facts," Bucky says, poking Sam in the side and grinning when he yelps. "Now come on, Wilson; we're gonna be late for morning assembly."

[takeyourcyanide]

Пустой

Summary: I don’t quite know how to summarize this. Spirit catches Stein attempting to enact violence upon a student. Everyone ends up back at Stein and Spirit’s apartment. This is just something I wrote out of boredom. I’ll finish Repulsion (Re-do) I swear

Word count: 2,926

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Stein, despite having only been a student at the academy for a mere 6 days, stirred up quite the controversy, simply by existing. The gossiping students described the young male as being rather standoffish, enigmatic, and even lifeless. His eyes stared through you as opposed to staring at you, ultimately burning a hole through anyone’s trembling soul. His pale face was regarded as being typically expressionless, facial muscles seldom contorting into any discernible expression. Whenever he smiled, it was usually a result of something most would find disturbing - even repulsing. Despite behaving similarly to a decomposing corpse, there was something almost charming about his cold self. It was something few could place their finger on. But if you paid close enough attention, you’d learn quickly that that charm was purposeful.

Such a description, Spirit thought, perfectly befit the boy of whom stood before him, eyes inhumanly blown out and impossibly empty, staring into his own blue eyes.

Speaking of inhuman, there was always something about Stein that simply felt not human. Even some students made jokes and even questioned among themselves the humanity - or rather, lack thereof - of Stein. Was he even truly human to begin with? Was the meister an impostor of sorts?

“Why are you pretending to care, Spirit? Why are you trying so hard? You were forced to be my partner, it was not your choice,” Stein spoke in his typical chilling monotone, a tiny twinge of childlike curiosity in his voice.

The quivering and queasy bystander, of whom Stein had so seemingly abruptly attacked, quickly made his escape, practically in tears as he panted whilst running.

They happened to have been standing in a warm forest behind the gargantuan academy, surrounded by dying trees. Scattered about on the ground were an array of colorful, fallen leaves, having been abandoned by the branches of which had formerly promised to hold them.

Spirit, ever since having met the grey boy, wondered what sort of abandonment one had to suffer through in order to become a person such as Stein.

The weapon had caught his new meister gearing up to torture some sorry soul in the same forest only two days prior. Spirit was hoping that his small lecture would have pushed Stein in a more lawful direction.

Boy, was he wrong.

Spirit stared at the prematurely grey Stein with furrowed brows of contempt, disappointed frown present, eyes teeming with fury, judgement, and repulsion.

At least that is how Stein perceived it.

The redhead’s eyes moved about, falling onto the ground beneath them, seemingly considering how to answer his question.

“Lord Death wants me to watch you,” Spirit responded, an annoyed grumble to his low voice. His eyes were narrow with dislike. Stein was awfully used to that expression. It was amusing.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” the meister huffed, continuing to drive his scalpel through Spirit with his eyes.

“Evidently, you do. Didn’t I already tell you that you can’t just go and disobey the academy’s rules?” Spirit sort of rhetorically asked, not expecting a real answer to his question. He shook his head, red hair moving side to side gracefully. Stein happened to be carefully observing the delicate movement. Stein quite liked Spirit’s hair, actually, finding it to be silky and soft. Of course, his hand was almost immediately shooed away the moment it came in contact with his weapon’s long, crimson hair.

“And I told you that I wish I lived in a world that had never even conceived a god,” Stein suddenly moved towards Spirit, slow and cautious as though he was approaching a wild stray.

Spirit scoffed, tilting his head downwards, thinking that his new partner often spoke in a nearly blasphemous way. Upon raising his resentful head, Stein noted the air of pride and superiority he had about him.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Stein asked, voice possessing a disappointed, yet expecting lilt.

“No, I really don’t, Stein,” Spirit began, entirely bothered and shrugging his shoulders, hands lifting with said shoulders and slapping his sides once dropped. “You’ve been like this the entire time you’ve been here. I hate to sound rude, but if you don’t mind me asking, what the hell is wrong with you? Is there genuinely, like, an illness or disorder you have, or something?” Spirit spoke in a simultaneously judgmental and concerned tone, hand waving in acknowledgment toward Stein.

Stein’s wide eyes narrowed in mild annoyance, eyes still dissecting the soul in front of him.

Dissection - or rather, observation and analysis were all Stein had. Science was all Stein had. Not only was it the only thing that kept him grounded in what was supposedly reality, but it was the only way in which Stein could understand people. Those who didn’t understand that had the luxury of seemingly intuitively understanding all social protocol, all human emotions, all of everything that supposedly made one human.

“That’s what everyone thinks,” Stein plainly stated, vague and corpselike. The ginger sighed in response, judgmental expression almost completely being replaced by that of a genuinely concerned expression.

“And why do you think that is?” Spirit sounded quite similar to a disappointed, slightly worried, and unamused parent. Sometimes, Stein observed how it seemed like Spirit assumed something akin to a parental role whenever he was forced to deal with him.

“I never said that they were wrong or that I didn’t understand why,” Stein replied, not directly answering his question.

“But seriously, though… What’s wrong with you?” The weapon continued his interrogation.

“My brain is wired differently. What’s wrong with that?” Stein presented his very own question, shrugging his slumped shoulders.

Spirit, once again, sighed, abdomen ballooning and caving in as he gave up entirely.

“Whatever, Stein,” he said, walking away from the boy with his hands in the pockets of his black dress pants. The grieving leaves crunched beneath his feet.

The sun beamed down on the priestly boy, his bright red hair glimmering, clearly freshly washed and styled. His dress shoes, too, shimmered in the smoldering rays of the sun, the deep black of which they were appearing boldly and wonderfully.

Spirit often annoyed Stein, if only to a minuscule degree, for he was much too similar to a loyal mutt. He was the law’s hound, Lord Death’s little dog, here only to babysit him and scold him.

Lord Death wanted Stein for his abilities, and needed a nurse to watch over him, an angel.

A mutt.

He always got in his way. It made the ever-so-flat Stein pout and frown, eyebrows pinched on his forehead.

Typically speaking, those who stood between Stein and what Stein desired - whether it be to satiate a curiosity of his, or simply to do something for the sake of hedonistic and sadistic pleasure - were subsequently dealt with.

But this time, Stein could not act on such an instinct.

Both because he was genuinely fascinated with the priestly boy, and also because if he happened to do as such, then he’d, most likely, be swiftly put to death. After all, Lord Death has his boundaries, too.

Stein observed the rustling and restless trees, finding them beautiful, indeed. There was a certain beauty that nature had that Stein appreciated greatly.

Unlike others, however, that aspect of beauty did not keep him from toying with nature how he pleased.

It was no wonder why everyone liked him as a ‘character’ of sorts and not as a person.

……

The bright Nevada sun scorched Stein’s retinas as he trudged to he and Spirit’s shared apartment.

He wasn’t sure whether or not his weapon would be there, and frankly, he didn’t care. He figured he could slink away to his bedroom where he could be alone, though he’d prefer to live entirely alone.

Stein had successfully made it to the academy’s large courtyard before he was stopped by a high-pitched and gleeful call of his name.

A short, blonde girl ran towards him, smile stretching outward on his rosy cheeks. She had little braids which swung and she moved, falling multiple inches past her collarbones.

If he remembered correctly, she was the most cheerful friend of Spirit’s, her name being Marie.

“Is there something you need?” Stein curiously questioned, observing the hand of which now grasped his grey sleeve.

Marie seemed to carefully consider his question, almost appearing mildly embarrassed.

“Well, honestly, no. You just looked a little upset is all,” Marie responded with a bit of a nervous giggle, worry presenting itself in her large, brown eyes. Stein noted that Marie had naturally long and pretty eyelashes. They complimented her nicely, just as Spirit’s hair complimented him nicely.

Stein raised an eyebrow, fully ready to question why the girl even cared about whether or not he was upset to begin with, given the fact that they had only just met a handful of days ago, but is ultimately interrupted by Marie happily asking, “Oh, and by the way, are you heading back to yours and Spirit’s place? If so, I’ll walk with you. Me and the rest of our group are supposed to meet there with Spirit. We have weekly little meetups.”

“Uh.. Yeah, I am. And I see,” Stein mumbled, evidently taken aback by how friendly Marie was.

“Also, could I ask you a question?” He continued, head tilted downwards, deep in thought.

Marie responded with a resounding, “Sure!”

“What incentive would you have to care at all whether or not I happened to have been upset?” He stared directly into her surprised eyes, finding himself to be amused by how reactive she was. She seemed to wear her emotions on her sleeve, which fascinated Stein greatly.

“I don’t know… I just do,” she responded, shrugging her shoulders.

That answer was hardly satisfying to the ever curious Stein, causing his bottom lip to jut out in a juvenile manner.

The pouty male began walking once more, Marie following quickly beside him.

“So…” Marie trailed on, staring at him questioningly. Stein glanced over at her, an eyebrow slightly raised.

“What is it?” He asked, head tilting to the side like a curious dog.

“Were you upset?” The blonde continued to prod.

A gentle sigh reverberated throughout Stein’s tired body, as he positioned his head to look onwards.

“Not really,” he spoke, voice hushed. Marie noted how reserved the boy always seemed to be.

“Not really?” She repeated his previous statement, nosy and poking around for a better answer than that.

“I was a bit annoyed,” he spoke in his usual monotone.

“About what?” She continued further.

“It’s nothing,” Stein stubbornly stated to the annoyance of Marie.

“Fine, then,” she playfully gave up, sighing a bit. “But if you ever wanna talk, I’m here,” she then proceeded to beam up at him, completely kind and genuine.

Stein looked over at Marie again, curiously looking her up and down.

Marie raised an eyebrow, smirking, “What are you looking at?”

“Both you and Spirit are very pretty. I like both of your features. You look like a woman I’ve seen in either a Victorian or a Renaissance painting,” Stein spoke with wide eyes, observing her every breath. Marie felt both flattered and taken aback, finding being observed as though she was bacteria under a microscope both interesting a a little creepy.

“Thank you?” Marie laughed a little, mildly confused at the randomness of Stein’s former statement.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, eyes still observing her every inch.

Most guys undressed her with their eyes. Stein, however, dissected her with his eyes. What an odd individual.

“No, I was just a little surprised is all. I wasn’t expecting that. But thank you, I’ll take that as a compliment,” she chuckled, smile not faltering whatsoever.

“All right, then. And it was simply an observation,” Stein gave Marie a small smile and nod in return.

Marie moved to look onward, as well, enjoying the light breeze which brushed through her hair.

……

By the time the pair had managed to make it to apartment, the rest of the group had already arrived, staring at them welcomingly as they stepped through the door.

“Hey!” Spirit exclaimed, waving at the two. Stein figured that such friendly energy was most likely directed more so at Marie than it was him.

Stein, per the usual, after standing awkwardly, made a b-line toward his bedroom. Marie, however, before he could get far, latched onto his arm.

“Why don’t you stay?” She asked with a large smile on her face. Stein shrugged his shoulders, a certain lie.

In reality, he simply figured he was not wanted there, not necessarily not allowed there, but not wanted. He would certainly overstay his welcome in one way or another.

Stein knew that if he were to say that aloud that they would no doubt think he was looking for sympathy. And he most certainly was not. It wasn’t as though Stein found it saddening, but they most definitely would.

“Well, you should,” Marie spoke, gently pulling at his limp arm.

Stein could see, from his peripheral vision, what looked like Spirit grimacing. Was he still mad at him? Was he ever mad at him?

Spirit appeared awfully hesitant. Perhaps he had finally learned to stop trying so hard with Stein.

Stein allowed himself to be dragged over to the sofa opposite to Spirit, the one on which Azusa happened to be seated.

Marie plopped down beside him, in between Azusa and Stein.

The group began with small talk, of which Stein found to be banal and not of his concern, leading to him simply keeping quiet.

Stein hoped that they’d allow him to be silent and to observe. Though, he could hardly observe their conversing when all he could focus on was the piercing ringing in his right ear.

She clasped his hand over his ear, hoping to quell the noise. When it proved to be ineffective, she drove a finger in his ear, his face contorted into that of a person being incessantly bothered by a buzzing fly.

“What are you doing, Stein?” Spirit curiosity questioned, eyebrows pinched in mild amusement.

“There’s just a ringing in my ear,” he said exasperatedly, taking his finger out of his ear, resorting to a childish pout.

“That sucks. What do you have, tinnitus or something?” Sid spoke, facing Stein with a questioning expression.

“No, I don’t,” he plainly responded, looking all around the room.

The group resumed conversation, no longer fussing over Stein in any capacity, which Stein happened to be quite grateful for. Marie, however, continued to glance concernedly at him, eyes brimming with a childlike curiosity. Marie’s proclivity towards Stein, in turn, sparked a sense of curiosity within Stein. Why did she behave as though she was so interested in him?

Stein became more and more lost in thought as time went on, ultimately wondering why he was even seated on the sofa and not in room, contemplating everything and nothing simultaneously.

He raised his head, questioning whether or not to make his grand escape. He settled for momentarily observing the laughing and jovial group.

They all stared at one another with eyes filled with adoration and belonging. They had clearly seen the depths of one another’s souls, and loved what they had seen - the supposed “imperfections” and the supposed “perfections.”

It truly fascinated Stein. He wondered what something like love felt like. He wished he could satiate his curiosity, if only for a minute amount of time.

Stein stood suddenly, making no effort to say his goodbyes.

“Where’re you going, Stein?” Marie asked, staring up at him expectantly.

“My room,” he responded, turning his head to face her.

“How come?” She asked, head tilting to the side.

“I just would like to,” he said in an almost antsy manner.

“Oh, okay,” she replied with, looking a bit taken aback and confused.

He continued his journey, eventually opening his door, and walking inside of the room.

Instead of sitting down at his desk and researching a topic that interested him, he lifted his weighted comforter and crawled under it.

He moved his arm just a bit, feeling the softness of his stuffed rabbit. It was a black-colored rabbit, one of which had stitches etched into its fur, bandages wrapped around its leg, and a missing eye.

Most people would never suppose Stein to be the type to ever even consider owning a stuffed animal, but he enjoyed the weight of the bunny when he held it. It helped him to relax.

Whilst holding the previously mentioned rabbit to his chest, and caressing its furry ears, Stein’s mind trailed back to his former observations; how adoringly they looked at one another, the empathy they felt for one another, how safe they obviously felt with each other…

Stein couldn’t even fathom what safety must’ve felt like. He couldn’t even fathom what it felt like to adore another.

What does it feel like to be able to be yourself around another?

And what does it feel like to be able to show oneself to another, and to have that person love what they have been shown?

He was curious, and the worst part about it all was that he could not satiate his curiosities.

He pathetically nuzzled his face into the stuffed toy, eyes narrow with exhaustion.

Stein never truly cared about any of what he had just witnessed, but in a way, he did want to experience it - just to see what it was like.

He just couldn’t accept that he’d never be able to.

He had already spent his life trying to.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

If You Wonder

Pairing: Elvis x f!Reader

Summary: Elvis doesn’t know what it is about you, but he knows he’s not letting go.

A/N: The way I lied about when this was going up with my whole chest is so funny to me. Happy reading!- Bianca 💕

Stress couldn't even begin to cover what Elvis was feeling. The poor man is in disarray, and it's all over his appearance.

Hair tousled from his hands running through it; shirt untucked in haste, face flushed red with frustration.

With an upcoming tour and everyone wanting something different, he felt like the world was caving around him. He needed an escape, a moment where he was just a regular old joe. 

There's a flower grove not too far from Graceland. It's secluded and quaint, and no one knows it exists; it's just what he needs.

Without a second thought, Elvis finds his feet carrying him in that direction. The walk brings its own wave of anxiety, having to worry about being spotted.

There's no doubt that Elvis loves his fans dearly, but if he’s got to deal with one more squealing girl, he might lose it. After glancing over his shoulder more times than he can count, he ducks into the trail hidden by the beautiful shrubbery.

His stomach settles, and his shoulders drop as he is hidden away from the world by mother nature. He is sure to thank her as he approaches the clearing he's grown so fond of.

A ghost of a smile rests upon his face as he enters the natural archway built by the leaves of weeping willows. There is where he finds you, clad in a yellow sundress, seated on the ground, book in hand, oblivious to the world. Footsteps are the only indication of another soul nearing you.

You glance up, unsure of who has wandered into your sanctuary. Your eyes widen just a bit when they land on the intruder. Unsure of what exactly to say in the presence of Elvis Presley himself, you offer a kind smile and return to the passage last read.

Elvis is appalled; for the first time in what seems like forever, a woman saw him and didn't pounce on him. The initial disappointment of finding you here is replaced by interest. The urge to talk to you grows stronger by the second, so he does.

"Hi there, I'm Elvis. Elvis Presley." You look over your book and see an extended hand. Reaching out to take it, you give your name in exchange,

"I know, my name's y/n."

Elvis quirks an eyebrow, "What's that your readin'?" He questions.

You point to the title, "It's an encyclopedia on flowers, see my favorite is the peony, but I like all of 'em. They're just so pretty. Ya know?"

Elvis nods his head and immediately understands why you're here. This place is littered with wildflowers, all different and beautiful in their own way.

"Mind if I sit with ya, darlin?" You shake your head and pat the grass next to you. He sits a little close, but it doesn't bother you.

"How'd you find this place?" you ask curiously. He lets out a chuckle and looks around a bit before answering, 

"When I moved into Graceland, I went walkin' and stumbled upon it. How'd you find it?" He asks, just as curious.

"There's a trail of daisies leading into the clearing. Where there's one, there are many. I just followed the flowers." A purple pansy catches your eye, and you point it out to Elvis.

"That's why I kept coming back." He nods with a simple "Mm," and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

"Tell me 'bout 'em."

You tilt your head, slightly confused. "Bout what?" The smile he gives you is almost enough to make you sweat.

"The flowers, honey. Tell me about the flowers." Thus began your ramblings about the flora surrounding you both. Elvis had no interest in telling you to stop; he let you talk until the sun started to set. 

"Goodness, I rambled on into the night," you laugh out.

"S'okay, I like hearing you talk, Bambi. Let me take ya home. Can't have a pretty thing like you roamin' alone."

You hesitate for a bit, wondering if it would inconvenience him. Elvis sees the gears turning and doesn't give you a choice. "Where do ya stay?"

You begin to stand, smoothing out your dress. "It's about a five-minute walk from here."

You both set out toward your home. As you resume the flower talk, your book is close to your chest. Not once do you lose his interest. For Elvis, this is refreshing, something he doesn't want to end so soon.

When you reach the front of your tiny home, he turns to face you. "Bambi, if ya don't mind, I'd like to be able to talk more with ya." You understand what he's hinting at and tell him to wait by the door as you scurry inside to find a pen and paper. You hand over the small slip and bid Elvis goodnight. 

There isn't a word from him for another two days. Though it's a bit disheartening, your garden keeps you busy. Around one o'clock on a Wednesday, while you're labeling pots, the phone rings. You dash over to it, lifting the receiver to your ear.

"Bambi? Ya there?" You can't fight the smile finding its way onto your face. "Yes, E. M'here," He breathes, happy that he has the correct number.

"Good! How've you been?" You jot down tulips as you form a response,

"Fair to middlin', just a little busy, is all. And you?" He chuckles on the other side. "Stressed like hell, but glad to be talkin' to ya. What are your plans for today, honey?"

You let out a soft hum, "Nothin' too special. Just labelin' pots. I was gon' head down to the grove lat-"

"No! I mean, I was hopin' you could stay and chat with me. If you don't mind." You shake your head. "Of course, I don't." you talk for hours about your plans for the garden and the ins and outs of his tour.

This quickly becomes routine for you. Elvis calling and keeping you by the phone until odd hours of the night. What you don't expect are the gifts that appear on your doorstep.

The first is a gold necklace graced with his initials. You're sure to bring it up during your next conversation, expressing your gratitude for it but telling him you couldn't possibly keep something so expensive. He is quick to dismiss your concerns and change the subject.

 Second, is a bouquet. A random assortment accompanied by a card that reads,

'I can’t wait to see you. ~EP.'

You place the flowers in a vase on a table near the entryway, making sure they're on display. Again you call, thanking him for such a beautiful assortment.

The last gift you receive is a sage green dress with another card, this one reading 'Meet me in the grove at five, Bambi.- EP' You check the time and see it's a quarter 'till.

Quickly, you throw the dress on, pairing it with the necklace and brown sandals. Too excited to think about makeup, you fly out the door and head for your shared sanctuary. When you reach your destination, what you see leaves you breathless.

A gazebo adorned with fairy lights. Underneath, a table set for two, a vase of fresh-cut peonies resting in the center, and your beau waiting patiently. "Elvis, this is…wow" He flashes a smile and steps toward you, "I spent the last week gettin' this set up."

It was making sense now. Why he did everything he could to keep you on the phone and away from the flowers. The moment you spot the small gift box in his hands, you shake your head.

"Elvis, no more gifts, please-"

He shakes his head right back, "This is the last one, mama. I promise." He extends the small box toward you.

You take it from his hands, carefully unwrapping the ribbon around it and removing the top. Inside, you find a key. You look at the man in front of you with a puzzled expression, "Elvis, I don't understand."

"It's a key to Graceland," He says lowly, with a light pink hue dusting over his cheeks.

"I know we met not too long ago, but I want you around. I feel somethin' for ya, Bambi. Somethin' I ain't never felt before."

"I-" you feel lightheaded. Elvis Presley confessed that he has feelings for you. "Elvis, I don't know what to say, you've given me so much, and I can't help but wonder why. All I've done is talk about flowers-" 

Elvis tries, but can't stifle his laugh. "Honestly, mama, I don't know what to say either. I mean, ya don't hound me bout taking ya on the road and turnin' ya into a poster girl or bout what it's like bein' Elvis Presley,"

He takes your hand and pulls you in close "You don't even ask for anything" Elvis holds your gaze and rests both hands upon your waist

"You keep me company, make me laugh till my stomach hurts. I get to be just Elvis with you. I want you. Will ya let me have ya, honey?" 

Your heart is beating at a mile a minute. "Yes," you say all too quickly, "I mean, i– I'd like that, Elvis."

Elvis chuckles, "There's nothing I'd want more, Bambi." He Kisses your temple and walks you toward the table. 

 "Now, y/n, I want to be completely honest with you." He says, concerning you a bit.

"What is it, E ?" 

"I didn't cook a single thing on this table, so if it's awful, ya can't blame me." You let out a laugh.

"You put in too much work for me to be phased by the food" With a hand on his shoulder, you rise on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

Elvis leans into your soft touch, placing his hand over yours. "Let's eat, babydoll; you can tell me more about that garden."

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - Part 17

Shoto and I stepped back into the ballroom, leaving the cool night air behind. The steady noise of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter filled the space. Shoto’s eyes scanned the room in his usual quiet, observant way.

I followed his gaze to where Katsuki stood, deep in conversation with a group of pro-heroes. His posture was tense, but focused. It was clear he wasn’t here to socialize—he was here to figure out exactly where he wanted to intern. His intensity showed, but that was Katsuki. He didn’t do anything halfway.

“He’s not here to chat,” Shoto murmured, more to himself than to me. “Typical Bakugo.”

I nodded. Katsuki wasn’t the type to waste time, especially not when it came to something as important as his future as a hero. He wasn’t about to sit around and make small talk—he wanted results, and he wanted them now. That intensity was one of the things that made him so dangerous.

Shoto’s eyes shifted across the room, landing on Fumikage and Tenya, who had just arrived with a few students from other schools. They were mingling with the pros, each trying to make their own connections, to carve out their own path in the hero world. I could see the gears turning in Shoto’s mind. He might not say it, but I knew he was thinking the same thing I was: everyone here had a plan, a direction.

Everyone but us.

The good news was, our father, Endeavor stood surrounded by high-ranking pros. His voice boomed as he spoke, his large frame casting a shadow over the group. He hadn’t looked our way yet, which was a relief. No need for a forced family moment tonight.

“You should go talk to some of the pros,” Shoto said quietly, glancing over at me. His tone was neutral, but there was a softness in his eyes. “There’s time, but… you should decide soon.”

I bit my lip, glancing around the room again. “Yeah, I know.”

He gave me a small nod and didn’t push further, letting me take my time. Still, he was right—if I didn’t start thinking about my internship now, I’d get left behind.

I hesitated for a second before forcing myself to move. But as I walked through the room, I could feel the weight of the stares around me. The pros I didn’t know were whispering, casting sideways glances in my direction. The ones I did know avoided me, probably thinking I was too complicated or dangerous to be their intern.

By the time I reached the bar, I wasn’t in the mood for any more fake smiles or half-hearted conversations.

“Hey, Dove.”

I turned at the sound of the familiar voice, finding Hawks leaning casually on the bar next to me. His easy grin and relaxed posture were as charming as ever, but I could see the sharpness in his eyes, always calculating, always watching. Fumikage, clearly eager to be Hawks’ intern, gave me a polite nod before stepping away, probably to mingle.

“Lookin’ a little tense there,” he teased, though his tone had a hint of concern. “Big night getting to you?”

I shrugged, trying to smile back. “Just… figuring things out.”

Hawks took a sip from his drink, his gaze flicking around the room before settling back on me. “Yeah, well, this place isn’t exactly full of saints. Most of ‘em are just here to stir up gossip.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Tell me about it.”

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You know who’s not? Best Jeanist. Take a look.”

I followed his gaze and saw the hero standing near the far wall, tall and poised, his presence commanding without being overbearing. He wasn’t talking or even watching me. He just stood there, calm and composed, a silent observer. No whispers, no judgment.

Hawks smirked, his tone light but thoughtful. “I like him. Not just because he’s not part of the rumor mill,” Hawks tilted his head toward him. “he all about control, order. Something you could probably use a little more of.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to smile. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“C’mon,” Hawks teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve got power, Dove, but control? That’s what’s gonna take you to the next level. And Jeanist? He’s the master of that.”

I hesitated for a second, thinking about it. Hawks wasn’t wrong. Control was exactly what I needed—over my quirk, over my emotions. Best Jeanist’s discipline could be the key to mastering both the flames I kept hidden and the Ice Dragon. I could refine them, make them mine.

“You think he’d take me on?” I asked.

Hawks grinned. “I think he’d be thrilled. I’ll introduce you.”

I followed him through the crowd, weaving between groups of pros and students alike. My stomach knotted a little. Best Jeanist was one of the top heroes for a reason—he wasn’t just skilled; he was precise, methodical, everything I sometimes struggled to be. But Hawks seemed confident as he walked over, his grin still in place.

“Jeanist, always a pleasure,” Hawks greeted, flashing his signature smirk.

Best Jeanist turned toward us, his posture impeccable, standing with his hands behind his back. His sharp eyes swept over Hawks before landing on me. It was the kind of gaze that seemed to assess you in a second, as if he could already tell what kind of hero you were just by looking.

“Hawks,” he replied, his voice steady and calm. “And you must be Y/N Todoroki.”

I straightened up slightly, nodding. “Yes, sir.”

Hawks smirked. “I was just telling her she could learn a thing or two from you.”

Best Jeanist’s eyes stayed on me, as if he were searching for something. “I have heard about your abilities. You show great promise, but promise is merely the beginning. Power alone is

dangerous without control. I have seen that your potential is vast, but potential requires discipline to become something more.”

I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words. He wasn’t just commenting on my quirk—he was talking about the responsibility that came with it, something I’d been trying to figure out for a long time. The unpredictability of my flames, the raw power of the Ice Dragon… it all felt like something I could only partially harness.

Hawks, of course, broke the tension with a light chuckle. “See? Told you he was no-nonsense. Perfect for you.”

Best Jeanist’s gaze didn’t waver. “If you are interested in learning control, I am open to taking you on as an intern. However, this will not be easy. It will require not only commitment but the willingness to refine every aspect of yourself as a hero.”

I blinked, a little surprised by the direct offer. “You’d really take me on?”

Best Jeanist nodded once. “I believe you have the capability. But capability is not enough. Dedication and focus will determine how far you can go. If you are ready to push yourself, then I will guide you.”

I glanced at Hawks, who gave me an encouraging nod. “I’m ready,” I said firmly, meeting Best Jeanist’s eyes.

“Very well,” he replied, his tone final but approving. “You should pack your suitcase tomorrow then.”

With that, he gave me a nod and turned back toward the other pros he had been quietly observing. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Hawks gave me a light pat on the shoulder, his grin wider than ever. “See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

I smiled at him, grateful. “Thanks for the introduction.”

He waved it off with a grin. “No problem, Dove. You know me, I can’t help it, seeing a Dove in need.” He smirked.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, feeling both relieved and a little apprehensive. Best Jeanist wasn’t going to be easy, but that was exactly what I needed right now—someone who could help me control the parts of my power that I’d been holding back. Someone who could push me to the next level.

Hawks tilted his head, motioning toward the bar. “You want a drink or something? Or maybe I should leave you to your thoughts. Big decision and all.”

I chuckled softly. “I think I need a minute to process.”

He grinned again. “Alright, Dove. I’ll catch you later.”

As Hawks disappeared into the crowd, I let myself take in the room again. Katsuki was still talking to the pros, probably negotiating his own internship. Shoto was near the back, speaking quietly to Fumikage and Tenya. And Endeavor… well, he was still occupied, thankfully.

But I had made my decision. Best Jeanist had offered me a chance, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

___________

As the night wore on and the crowd in the ballroom began to thin out, I found myself standing near the exit, lost in thought. Best Jeanist’s offer weighed on me, but it also felt like a small victory.

Shoto appeared beside me quietly, as he often did, his expression calm but guarded. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, and I knew he had noticed my conversation with Best Jeanist. We hadn’t spoken much tonight—like most nights—but he always had a way of being around without needing to say much.

“You talked to him, the new Number 3.” he stated, his voice neutral.

I nodded, feeling the weight of everything I’d kept bottled up. “Yeah. I think I’ve made my choice.”

Shoto didn’t respond right away. His gaze drifted to where Endeavor still stood, commanding the room as he always did. After a long pause, he spoke again. “I’ve made my choice too.”

I frowned slightly, curious but cautious. “Where?”

His eyes flicked to mine, and for a split second, I thought I saw hesitation. But then he spoke with that usual calmness, the same tone that never quite gave anything away. “I’m going to intern with Endeavor.”

The words hit me harder than I expected. I blinked, caught off guard. Of all the pros he could’ve chosen, he picked him? “Are you serious?”

“I need to,” he said simply, as if that answered everything. His eyes remained on our father. “If I want to surpass him, I need to understand him.”

There was something distant in his tone—like this wasn’t a decision made out of emotion, but cold logic. And that was Shoto. He wasn’t doing this to reconcile or gain approval; he was doing it because it made sense. Still, I couldn’t shake the unease in my chest.

I hesitated, then blurted out the words that had been weighing on me for a while. “Shoto… I’m sorry.”

He finally turned his gaze fully toward me. “For what?”

I swallowed, forcing myself to continue. “For keeping secrets. About the Ice Dragon… about my flames.” It felt strange to say it out loud, but I knew I had to. “You’ve always been honest with your powers, and I wasn’t. I don’t want to keep holding things back like that from you.”

His expression didn’t change much, but the silence between us spoke volumes. We weren’t close, and I didn’t expect him to forgive me or understand right away. But I needed to take control of my actions, starting now

“You had your reasons,” Shoto said after a long pause, his voice as measured as always. “we all have things we need to figure out.”

I couldn’t tell if that was his way of offering some form of understanding, but it was the closest thing to an acknowledgment that I’d get from him. Still, his calm demeanor left little room for real connection.

“I didn’t see you choosing him,” I said, changing the subject, but I kept my voice soft. “Interning with Endeavor.”

His eyes flickered again, almost as if he’d expected me to question it. “Neither did I.” A pause. “But it’s what I need to do.”

I wanted to ask if he was sure—if he could handle working under someone who had been so destructive in our lives—but I kept my mouth shut. Shoto wasn’t the kind of person who made decisions lightly, and questioning him wouldn’t change anything. This was his path, just as mine would be with Best Jeanist.

“I guess we both have a long week ahead,” I said quietly, offering him a small nod.

Shoto nodded in return. “We do.”

There was no warmth in his voice, but there wasn’t coldness either—just a quiet understanding that things were about to change for both of us. We weren’t going to walk the same path, and that was fine. We had both made our choices.

As we stood there, the ballroom noise faded into the background. The distance between us remained, but maybe—just maybe—there was a small bridge forming between our individual struggles and the decisions we had to face. Neither of us knew what the next week would bring, but we were ready for it, in our own ways.

Amethyst. - Masterlist: click here

[z-iridest]

My Hero Academia- I Am Phoenix:

Chapter 24- The Strength of Friends:

The fight between the new villain and I felt like it went on even longer than the fight between me and Wendigo, and once again, I was fighting while losing blood. If I don’t do something about the wound soon, I’ll end up passing out again. I thought, and I knew that was something I couldn't afford to do, not with Kota still in harm’s way… I hated the idea I had to use, but since my healing tears didn't work on my own wounds and no first aid available to me, I had to cauterize my wound shut and hope it wouldn't result in an infection later. Everytime I knocked the villain back, I had my hands melting the skin of my wound closed, clenching my teeth to keep from screaming in pain. Only a couple seconds at a time, mind you, but it still hurt like a sucker punch to the gut to do… Okay, fine, maybe worse. But, hey, the alternative was bleeding out and passing out in front of Kota. After a few attempts, I was able to close the wound, though I felt like I was gonna pass out from how much pain I had put myself through to seal the wound. At some point, my luck with dodging ran out, because I hit the stone wall after a solid punch. The villain laughed as I coughed, struggling to stand up. “Lucky for you, you’re not on the kill list. But, since I still wanna kill, I’ll just knock you out and kill the kid.” He grinned. 

“Leave him alone!” I swung at him as I stood up, but a good strong punch knocked me right back into the stone wall, making my head start to bleed. 

“No!” Kota cried out.

“You fought well, but not good enough…” He raised his fist, the muscles wrapping around his arm. “Nighty night, little Birdy!” I could barely move as he brought his fist down, but at the last second…

A jolt pulled me away as a pair of arms grabbed me, both of us rolling out of the way barely a second before the villain's fist hit the ground, green lightning surrounding us. A cough left us both and I struggled to sit up as a pair of red sneakers caught my eye. Izuku… I thought, recognizing my friend as I looked up at him. “What’re you doing?” Kota asked him, running over to us.

“Now, you, I also recognize. You were on the list too.” The villain told him. I could see the gears turning in Izuku’s head. He was trying to think things through. He glanced over where his phone had ended up, and I grimaced when I noticed it had broken while he was saving me. I knew he couldn't call for help, and I had no reception at all, so I couldn't either. Mandalay knew I had gone to find Kota, but Izuku probably didn't tell her where the hideout was. We were on our own against this villain with no hope of back up except each other. I struggled, but I eventually stood up, stepping in front of Kota again. 

“Hino, you’re hurt, let me take care of this. You should grab Kota and get out of here.” Izuku told me. I shook my head.

“You’re not fighting this maniac on your own. You’ll need backup. I’ll be fine.” I replied. “We can fight him together, just like we did with Stain. We’ll protect Kota and keep this guy away from everyone else.” I turned to Kota. “Everything'll be okay.”

“We promise.” Izuku finished, glancing back at him for a second before we both turned our attention to the villain in front of us.

“We’re going to save you, Kota.” We said at the same time. The villain laughed. 

“You two really think you can save this little brat?” The villain taunted. He laughed again. “That does sound like something a couple of wannabe heroes would say. Your kind sure likes to mouth off about justice. The names are Midoriya and Yagi, right? Perfect… We were told we could take some initiative and kill you, Midoriya, so long as we kept you alive, Yagi. But first, a little torment. Show me your blood!” He charged us. Izuku jumped in front of me to take the first hit, but the second the villain’s punch connected with Izuku’s arm, I heard the cracking of Izuku’s arm before he was knocked into the wall of the cave to our left. “Whoopsie…” Izuku yelled in pain when he finally got breath. “Oh, yeah. Hey. Maybe you can help me out a little first. You know where a kid named Bakugo might be around here?” The color drained from my face at the mention of the angry blond. They’re after Bakugo and me… But why? “I still have a job to do, after all!” He charged Izuku, but I jumped in the way this time, grabbing his fist before he could hurt Izuku again.

“You bastard!” I let my entire body ignite, glaring as he got burned slightly before jumping back.

“You do know what I’m talking about, then? Good, then… Play time!” The villain charged me. I jumped as he punched the ground, flipping over him and landing behind him. It went back and forth like that for a while. When one of us got knocked down, the other would jump into the fight. After a few times of the back and forth and Izuku getting knocked down, the villain got a good kick into me, making me cough up a bit of blood while he laughed. “Yes! Blood is exactly what I wanted from you two! What did you two promise? That everything would be okay? How’s that workin’ out for ya, huh?” Through blurry vision, I could see Kota, looking terrified out of his mind. I pushed aside my own pain to stand up. “Don’t just lay there, stupid…”

“Shut up.” I snarled, my vision clearing to see him looking gleeful, almost like he was excited to see me pissed off. My whole body ignited again as I took off toward him, yelling in anger. I saw green lighting out of the corner of my eye and knew Izuku had gotten up too. We both hit him, but he didn’t even flinch, not even away from my flames. 

“What? Is that all you two got?” He taunted, and to be honest, the nonchalance threw me off. Not even Izuku’s punch hurt him? “You’re both fast, but neither of you are strong enough to hurt me.” He swiped his arm, causing us both to hit the ground and slide a bit. “My Quirk increases my speed and strength so exponentially that my muscle fibers can’t even be contained by my skin. I know, I’m braggin’ a bit, but I mean, come on! I guess, what I’m trying to say is…You’re just inferior versions of me!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” I screamed in rage, punching him as hard as I could. Much to my surprise, though, the fire in my punch actually exploded on contact, making him slide back further than it did before. I looked at my hand.

“I didn’t know you could do that…” Izuku trailed off.

“That... makes two of us.” I mumbled, wondering where the hell it even came from. Before either of us could say more, my instincts told me to dodge, and Izuku and I moved out of the way just in time to dodge another punch from him. Izuku got hurt by one of the rocks that went flying, though. “Deku!” I yelled.

“I can’t help but laugh at you two kids… You two really think you’re heroes, don’t you?” The villain punched me down this time, causing me to land hard on the stone ground. Soon after, Izuku hit the ground hard too. To be honest, at that point, I was sure he’d been knocked out. “How’re you gonna save him, huh?! Don’t make promises you can’t keep! Live up to your words or they don’t mean anything!” I could hear his boots in front of us. “You’re no hero, neither of you are. You’re just frauds, and both of you’ll die that way!” The villain suddenly stopped, and I heard the sound of a pebble hitting the ground. Did Kota just… I thought and when I looked, sure as hell, I saw Kota. He’d turned the villain’s attention to him.

“Remember Water Hose? My mom… and my Dad. Did you torment the two of them too? Before you killed them?!” I knew from the way his voice shook that he was scared, but he’d still acted in an attempt to save us. The worry for him grew ten times worse, and I could hear from the gasp that left Izuku that he was awake again and worried too.

“Huh? Seriously? Those losers were your parents?” He asked before raising his arms slightly. “Well, then, this must be fate. The Water Hose heroes, they’re the reason I have an artificial eye in my left socket right now.” He showed Kota his left eye.

“This is all your fault. Nothing in the world is right anymore and it’s because of crazy people like you!” Kota sobbed.

“Little kids are always so quick to say it’s someone else’s fault.” The villain spoke as I struggled to get up, sensing the danger as Kota gasped. “Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not like I took them out ‘cause I was mad about the eye thing. I wanted to kill people, it’s as simple as that, and those two tried to stop me. What happened was the result of all of us doing our best. The real travesty is promising to do something you aren’t able to do. That’s why your dear old mommy and daddy died!” Both Izuku and I moved at the same time. “Nice try with the sneak attack, but I’m ready!”

“You ruined his life…”

“But you won’t take the blame?!” I finished for Izuku as we got in close. He got us both trapped with a tiny part of his muscle, but it now hardly mattered. “We’ve got you now…”

“It doesn’t matter how quick you are!” Izuku finished for me this time.

“But what’s your next move?! You gonna punch with those puny Quirks of yours?!” The villain taunted before I ignited myself again, causing him to cry out in pain and let me go. I immediately flew to Kota.

“It’s not a matter of whether or not either of us can do it.” Izuku yelled. Kota gasped, lunging forward as I reached him.

“A hero’s job is to risk their life, to turn their promises into reality!” Izuku and I both shouted as Izuku powered up.

“LET HIM HAVE IT, DEKU!” I wrapped my arms and wings around Kota, shielding him as Izuku's punch landed. The force from the blast was so strong, I had to unwrap my wings to keep Kota and I from falling off the cliff, the poor kid screaming in fear. With a flap of my wings, though, we were steady in the air. I could feel Kota clinging to me out of fear. “I gotcha, Kota. I told you it’d be okay.” I assured him as I landed with him in my arms.

“Sorry about that.” Izuku apologized as he approached. His shirt was ripped in half, and I noticed his arm was broken again. Recovery Girl’s gonna kill him. I thought.

“Thank you for-” Kota gasped mid sentence, noticing Izuku’s injuries as he turned. 

“Let’s get back to camp, it’s not far.” Izuku didn’t even address it. All of a sudden, the ground beneath us shook, and I set Kota down again.

“Kota, hide, right now.” I told him, making him run for a hiding place. We weren’t done… That guy had taken a full powered hit of One For All at point blank range and was still up. The villain groaned a bit before grinning at us.

“Heh. A bit too obvious, but hey. Not too bad, Midoriya.” He stalked toward us.

“No! Stay away!” Izuku shouted.

“Naw, attacking sounds more fun.” The villain replied.

“My turn!” I shouted, shooting off blast after blast. As we fought, I knew I had to buy time for Izuku to think of another plan. “Tell me, why did you come here? What does the League want from us?!”

“Doesn’t matter to me, I’m just glad they finally let me off the leash. As long as I get to use my Quirk all I want, I really don’t care. Remember what I told you two earlier? We’ve just been playing around, having fun until now...” The second he got a chance, he pulled something out of his pocket, and my eyes went wide when I realized what it was. “Now, I’m serious! Recess is over. I’m coming at you both for real! ‘Cause truth be told, you’re both pretty strong. I see that now!”

“Kota, quick, grab on! Hurry!” Izuku told him, bending down so the kid could get on his back. Right as he did, both Izuku and I had to dodge quickly as the villain powered up his Quirk and attacked, missing us by a hair. The hit this time caused a massive hole that went halfway down the cliff. His entire body was now nothing but muscle except his head, and I knew we were screwed. He turned to see us in the air and attacked again, the force of the blast making us fall in the other direction.

“Aw, damn! I got too excited!” The villain exclaimed. I tried to at least slow the boys’ fall down, but it didn’t do much as all three of us hit the ground, Izuku and I in front of Kota. As we got up again, I could see Izuku thinking about what to do. We were both exhausted from training and the previous fights, if we tried to make a break for it, both of us would be dead the second we turned our backs on this villain. We didn’t have much of a choice but to fight him right where we were. We both stood to full height.

“Stay back, Kota.” I warned the kid behind us.

“And then, when it’s time, run as fast as you can back to camp.” Izuku finished for me.

“You’re both gonna attack him again? You can’t do that! Let’s just go! Come on! His punch didn’t hurt that guy earlier, remember? Besides, both his arms are busted up.” Kota tried convincing us to run.

“It’s gonna be fine.” We reassured him at the same time, and I forced myself to push down my own worry about Izuku’s injuries in order to make sure Kota would feel safe. The villain cackled as he geared up for another attack. Izuku and I both activated our power at top power.

“I’M COMING FOR YOU!” The villain yelled as he charged.

“BRING IT ON!” I shouted back as Izuku and I both charged him. We both punched the mass of muscles coming right at us, holding back a strength that could rival my Dad’s own power. The force of it forced the ground under our feet to break, but the both of us held on.

“Aww, what’s wrong?! THAT WAS EVEN WEAKER THAN BEFORE!” The villain taunted.

“Fine then! Let’s turn up the heat, Deku!” I told my friend.

“IT’LL ALL BE OKAY! WE WON’T LET HIM GET PAST US! KOTA, RUN!” Izuku yelled to him.

“GO NOW!” I added.

“Still looking after him. Oh, man, you two are something else, aren’t you?!” The force pushing against us got stronger, pushing us onto our knees.

“SHUT UP, DAMN IT!” Izuku and I yelled as I put my back into a punch with my other arm too, burning him even more.

“But, why?!” Kota asked.

“SHOW ME…YOUR BLOOD!” Our backs hit the ground as we struggled to keep the force off of us, and I gave a yell of anger and exertion. It got even stronger though, both of us being forced to the ground as tears left my eyes. I’m so sorry, Dad… I couldn’t protect Izuku or fight anymore… I wasn’t strong enough… I thought as both of us quickly lost strength. “I’M GONNA CRUSH YOU BOTH!” As the force slammed into us, Izuku’s green lightning gave out, as did my flames. But, just as my world went black, a sudden splash came from above me. “What the… Is that water?” I heard the villain ask, confused. 

“Stop. Let them go!” Kota yelled.

“Kota…” I could barely talk. 

“Hold on there, ‘kay? I’ll kill you after I’m done with-” With a roar of rage, unlike anything that had come out of me until that point, my flames reignited all over again and I began to push back again, Izuku doing the same as his green lightning ignited again. The distraction from Kota was all we needed to get back up.

“I WON’T LET YOU HURT KOTA!” We both yelled.

“DAMN IT! HOW ARE YOU TWO GETTING STRONGER?!”

“YOU WON’T LAY A HAND ON HIM!” We both shouted again, now on our feet. Izuku fired up the power in his arm, and judging by the force, it was a helluva lot stronger than I’d ever felt.

“DELAWARE… DETROIT… SMASH!” The hit this time was hard enough to get through the muscle defense, and we both knocked him clean into the stone wall behind him. I felt like I was blistered all over, but seeing that kid without a scratch on him… It made me so relieved. I smiled as Izuku stood, unable to lift either of his arms, but tipped his head back and gave a yell of victory. 

“Why did… You risk your lives?” Kota asked. “Even though… You don’t know me, at all.” He was tearing up. “Why did you try to save me?” I went over to him and knelt to his height.

“Because that’s what true heroes do.” I smiled, wiping the tears from his face. That’s when we noticed Izuku stumbling forward. “Whoa, Izuku!”

“Hey!” Kota cried out as he rushed over to him.

“Everything’s okay.” He stumbled back again. “Gimme a second, and then there’s something I have to take care of.” Izuku weakly told him.

“But you’re all beat up, what more could either of you have to do now?” Kota asked. 

“We knew he’d be strong. That’s why we had to try to beat him here.” I explained.

“I thought I’d be able to inflict a lot more damage in the end, though. Turns out, I seriously underestimated how powerful his Quirk was. If every villain attacking tonight is on the same level, all our lives are at stake.” Izuku told him. “On top of that, it sounds like they’re after some of us students, Hino included. We have to let Mr Aizawa and the Pussycats know that’s one of the reasons they’re here.”

“We might be injured, kiddo, but we’re not defeated yet, there are more people we can save.” I finished. Kota gulped, but nodded all the same. I glanced at the villain we’d just beaten, and glanced over to see Wendigo still passed out cold too.

“We’ll leave them here for the time being. With my arms messed up and judging on how badly burnt Hino is, our combined power was probably weaker than it could have been, but I still think it’s at least taken him down for a while. He won’t wake up anytime soon, and even if he did, he’d be too weak to fight.” Izuku told him.

“For right now, we just need to make sure that you’re safe.” I told Kota. 

“We’re gonna need some help only you can give us.” He nodded toward the fire. “The forest has been set on fire. That means our friends could be trapped by the flames. But, we have hope.” We knelt to his height.

“Your water Quirk can put those fires out.” Kota gasped, turning around to face us.

“Kota, you hear us? We need you.” We both smiled softly at him before he nodded. I let my wings out again and turned my back to him.

“Climb on, Spunky. We need to get you to camp, fast.” I told him.

“You sure I won’t hurt you, you have blisters and burns everywhere.” Kota sounded unsure.

“I’ll be okay, kiddo, I promise.” I told him. “That’s why I made sure he couldn’t hurt my wings.” Once I felt Kota hanging on tight, I turned to my friend. “Izuku, let’s go.” We both took off, Izuku running and myself flying through the air.

“You were right!” Kota exclaimed after a minute.

“About what?” I questioned.

“It’s awesome having a bird’s eye view!” Kota answered, and I couldn’t help but smile. Hearing him excited was adorable, but it didn’t last long. I’ve got a bad feeling about this… My thoughts trailed off, knowing Izuku must have been thinking the same thing at that moment. After a while, Kota spotted something. “Hey, look down there!” When I glanced down, I saw Mr Aizawa running along the same path Izuku was taking.

“Nice eye, Kota!” I praised him. “Mr Aizawa!” I called out to our teacher, catching my friend’s attention at the same time as Kota and I landed. Our teacher stopped the minute he heard me.

“Yagi, and Midoriya?” Mr Aizawa looked shocked to see us before seeing our injuries and looking peeved.

“You’re here. Thank goodness… We need to catch you up on what we’ve learned about the villains, but we don’t have much time…” Izuku started rambling.

“Hey.” Mr Aizawa tried to stop him for a second.

“Plus, we need to find Mandalay. There’s something that we have to tell her…”

“Hold on!” Mr Aizawa tried once more to stop my friend, but he kept going.

“Please, take care of Kota while we’re gone.” Izuku asked of him, but kept word vomiting. “We’ll be back soon!” He then took off running again.

“Wait, Midoriya!” Mr Aizawa called out to him. I set Kota down after our teacher’s words made Izuku stop for a second. He sighed deeply. “Those injuries…” He turned toward me. “On both of you… Both of you went too far again, didn’t you? Have either of you forgotten about Hosu?”

“No.” I immediately responded.

“I haven’t either...” Midoriya trailed off.

“Go, but tell Mandalay something for me too.” Mr Aizawa told us, shocking us with what he said. I grabbed my friend as soon as our teacher reiterated what to tell her and flew off toward the clearing we’d been in just a while ago. I was worried sick, about Bakugo and Shoto both, but I couldn’t stop and worry about them now. We had to get to Mandalay… When we got back to the clearing, Mandalay was locked in a fight with Spinner.

“You’re persistent!” Mandalay was saying as she jumped into the air to dodge an attack.

“As are you! But it’s time to knock you off your false throne!” Spinner had jumped into the air with her, but just as he was about to attack her, I let Izuku drop, kicking through and breaking every last one of his blades with a strong kick. I landed next to Mandalay.

“Mandalay! Kota, he’s safe!” Izuku and I told her at the same time.

“You two found him?!” She asked. Izuku hit the ground, sliding a bit after landing.

“And I’ve got a message from Mr Aizawa. We need you to use Telepath!” Izuku told her before we told her what to tell them.

“Tell everyone from Class A and Class B that Eraser Head has granted them permission to engage in combat with the villains!” We both told her at the same time.

Everyone in Class A and Class B! In the name of the pro hero Eraserhead, you are granted permission to engage in combat! I repeat, use your training! You may fight these villains! Mandalay reiterated to everyone mentally. Once that was done, I took off again. I was going to find and protect Shoto and Bakugo, I didn’t care if it took every last ounce of my strength to do it… Not long after I’d taken off to find the boys, Mandalay spoke mentally again. Listen, we’ve discovered two of the villains’ targets. They’re students named Kacchan and Hino. Kacchan and Hino, both of you should try to avoid combat and stick to a group. I hope both of you can hear me! Great, now they knew I was one of the targets. Well, this was gonna be fun… Thanks a lot, Izuku! I thought, sarcasm filling my head. Izuku eventually caught up to me and I decided to run besides him, flipping in the air as I put my wings away. When I landed, I rolled to minimize damage and ran with him. “You realize Recovery Girl’s gonna kill you when we get back, right?” I asked him.

“We’ll deal with it later.” Izuku told me.

“The hell you mean we?! You’re the one with several broken bones again!” I snapped, my head turning to look at him. All of a sudden, he cried out in pain before a crash echoed around us. Where we had been just two seconds earlier, trees were snapped in half. I felt warm and when I got control of my sight, I saw that our tallest classmate had us in his grasp, bleeding from one of his limbs and panting.

“Shouji?!”

“What happened?” I asked worriedly, wriggling to get down so I could heal his injury, but Shouji kept me where I was.

“With those injuries, both of you should be laid up in bed recovering.” I grimaced at Shouji’s words. I knew I couldn't have done anything about the broken bones, but I had entirely forgotten about healing his injuries in our combined worry for Koda, Shoto and Bakugo. “But, both of you wanna save your friend, no matter what the cost.”

“That thing just now… Wait… Don’t tell me…” Izuku trailed off.

“Yeah… If we wanna get through here, we’ll have to face Dark Shadow first.” Shouji told us. The roar Dark Shadow let out made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. 

“That should be easy. I’ve been training with Tokoyami, he should be able to handle Dark Shadow with my help.” I managed to slide down, shaking off my own fear… Or at least trying to…

“Hino, this is worse than what you’ve been training against. Tokoyami lost control over Dark Shadow this time.” He told me.

“What?” I turned to him, even more worried about my friend now.

“Stay away from me! You’ll die!” I heard Tokoyami’s cry.

 

“Tokoyami, no!” Izuku exclaimed. "But, how did he even get this way?!” Izuku exclaimed in shock.

“Keep it down. After Mandalay told us what was happening, and that we shouldn't engage, we were both on high alert. Still… One of the villains got the drop on us. I hid in the bushes and tried to cover Tokoyami, even though one of my arms was cut off.”

“Really?” Izuku asked, looking worriedly at the wound. Finally having my chance, I took out the vial of healing tears and used it to heal what I could of Izuku’s injuries.

 

“It looks bad, but it’s not like it’s lost forever.” Shouji told him as I finished healing what I could of Izuku’s wounds and healed Shouji too, him giving me a look of appreciation. “My Dupli-Arms are capable of making duplicates up on duplicates. One of those was cut off… Thing is, he couldn't stand seeing me injured like that. The Quirk he’d been suppressing began to rage and take over.” Dark Shadow roared just then, interrupting Shouji. 

“The darker it is…”

“The less control Tokoyami has. He said it was dangerous, but I had no idea Dark Shadow could explode like this… I’d always wondered if there was an external factor other than darkness…” I trailed off.

“It’s probably fueled by his righteous indignation and regret. He’s tried to hold it back, but they made it wilder.” Shouji stepped back a bit, but his boot snapped a twig, making a small sound that caused Dark Shadow to attack where we were, but it missed us by a hair as we dodged. “It started lunging at any sound or movement, a beast lashing out with indiscriminate attacks.”

“Forget about me! Go! Find out classmates! Help them instead!” Tokoyami called to us, sounding on the verge of tears as he strained for control with Dark Shadow. “Stop this! Calm down, Dark Shadow!”

“His Quirk has a weakness to light. If we can lead them to a fire or back to camp, We could contain it…” Shouji trailed off before Izuku gasped, turning to me.

“Hino, do you think you could…” I shot down Izuku's question with a shake of my head.

“No, he was never this big during our training… I doubt I have enough strength to give off a fire bright enough to calm Dark Shadow down from this. Maybe if I had Todoroki or Bakugo… Maybe both, but alone? No way.” I answered. As much as I wanted to help him, I had a feeling that any attempt would be in vain.

“Midoriya, Yagi… I know these are strange circumstances, but I can’t just leave a suffering friend behind. You forced your broken body to get you here because you were worried about Bakugo. If both of you still wanna save him, I’ll distract Dark Shadow for you… And you can run.” Shouji told us.

“Hold on…” I tailed off.

“The fire and camp are pretty far away. You'll be in danger if he-” Once again, Dark Shadow heard Izuku and attacked where we were, with Shouji and I barely managing to dodge out of the way. 

“I know that. But, to save people, you have to take risks. That's what makes a hero a hero. Will you stay with me and help Tokoyami? Or will you rush to Bakugo’s side?” Shouji asked us. “You have to make a choice. Right now.”

“Maybe we don't have to.” I spoke after a minute, both of them looking at me. “I’m gonna need backup getting Dark Shadow to calm down anyway, and Bakugo and Todoroki both have abilities that Dark Shadow is weak to. We lead Dark Shadow to them and have them help us bring Dark Shadow down enough for Tokoyami to control.”

“We know at least the general direction they’re in, this could work.”

“Yagi, you might be the craziest of us all.” Shouji told me.

“Yeah, yeah, judge me later.” I waved him off. I whistled to get Dark Shadow's attention and started running, Shouji not far away from me. We had to dodge attacks pretty much left and right, but it was working. I did try blocking them, but like I thought, I wasn't able to calm Dark Shadow down enough on my own. Before long, we spotted it.

“There! I see ice, they’re fighting!” Izuku called out.

“Bakugo, Todoroki! One of you, give us some light!” Shouji yelled at them.

“Dark Shadow’s on a rampage and I can't calm him down alone!” I added, barely dodging as Dark Shadow attacked again.

“More flesh!” A dark figure yelled from above us, and I stupidly tried to use my wings to shield myself as I dodged, crying out in pain as a metal blade pierced a hole in my left wing and flung me against a tree. I got the wind knocked out of me pretty good and once I finally got breath, I coughed before groaning.

“Okay… That was stupid.” I scolded myself as I sat up, tucking my wings away so they could heal. Dark Shadow attacked my attacker though, Shouji barely managing to dodge out of the way.

“Kacchan!” Izuku called out to Bakugo, who only looked more pissed.

“Shouji, Midoriya, and Yagi… And is that… Tokoyami?” Shoto asked, and I heard Dark Shadow roaring again.

“We need light now, he’s out of control!” I yelled to those lovable idiots.

“He’s attacking blindly, I’ll use my fire.” Shoto set down the guy he was carrying, only to get stopped by Bakugo.

“Not so fast.” He told him.

“Flesh. Slabs of meat. No good. Can’t allow it. I’m the one that gets to slice them open! Don’t steal from me!” Geeze, this guy creeped me out even more than Major Musclehead. He tried to attack Dark Shadow, but of course, it didn't work.

“You don’t matter, insignificant bug!” Dark Shadow broke the blades he’d caught, having the villain in his grasp. Bakugo looked feral, grinning madly.

“Now finish him.” Bakugo muttered, Dark Shadow roaring and slamming the villain through several trees before throwing him against the one that knocked him out cold.

“Not enough! It's not enough!” Dark Shadow growled.

“BOYS, NOW!” I forced myself up, igniting my entire body as bright as my flames would go as I lunged for Dark Shadow from behind, the boys meeting me as they came at different sides, Bakugo using a bright explosion and Shoto using his fire. The light made Dark Shadow squeal and finally die down. We kept our light up until Dark Shadow was all the way down, Tokoyami left panting.

“And once again, I’m a terrible matchup for you, bird boy.” Bakugo told him as we let the light go out. 

“Thanks. You saved me.” Tokoyami was sweating from the excursion he’d just been through. 

“We could barely defend against that guy, but you beat him instantly.” Todoroki trailed off.

“My friend. Are you okay?” Shouji asked him. “You did what we needed you to.”

“Shouji, I apologize. You too, Midoriya, and Yagi. I’m still far too immature. Anger consumed me, and I let my Quirk take over. The influence of the darkness, combined with my fury, spurred Dark Shadow into a frenzy. Until it got so strong, I couldn't contain it and I ended up hurting Shouji.” Tokoyami apologized.

“We’ll deal with that later. That's what you would say if the roles were reversed.” Shouji told him, a sign of forgiveness that Tokoyami wasn't expecting judging by the look on his face. 

“Okay, I don’t know if you heard Mandalay, but I found out the villains are after Kacchan and Hino.” Izuku brought up. Oh great… I thought, trying to stand but collapsing. The adrenaline I’d been feeling since earlier had finally run out. Maybe I did go too far this time… Oops. 

“Bakugo and Yagi? Are they trying to kill them? Why?” Tokoyami asked. 

“I’m not sure, but I think we should get to camp. It’s the safest place now, so long as Vlad King and Mr Aizawa have regrouped there.” Izuku replied.

“I understand.” Tokoyami complied.

“Whoa, wait a minute, I am not putting everyone else in danger by leading the villains where everyone else is, you know how nuts that is?” I interjected.

“So our mission is to get Bakugo and Yagi back to safety by serving as their protectors.” Tokoyami kept going.

“Are you idiots even listening to me?!” I snapped, only to find myself ignored once again. 

“It’s possible the Pussycats are still fighting in the clearing. Going that way would draw the attention of the villains, plus it’s longer. We should cut straight across.” Izuku planned.

“We don’t know how many enemies there are. We might come across some by chance.” Tokoyami pointed out. I glanced at Bakugo, but he looked… To be honest, I didn't know if it was confusion or shock.

“We can use Shoji’s search ability and Todoroki’s freezing power… And if Tokoyami’s okay with it, we can always use Dark Shadow now that we can actually control him.” Izuku replied. “Honestly, with a group like this, we could probably even go up against All Might.” Bakugo seemed to snap out of it when I tried to stand up to object again and almost fell to the ground again.

“Careful, idiot.” He chided as he caught me, easily picking me up and holding me bridal style. “I’ll carry you.”

“I can walk by myself, idiot, I don’t need you to carry me.” I protested.

“Says the one who can barely stand for five seconds.” Bakugo’s voice had a teasing tone. I blinked in silence for a minute before mumbling a,

“Shut up…”

“Don’t drop her, Bakugo.” Shoto warned.

“I know that, idiot!” Bakugo snapped back at him. “Besides, I’d be fine by myself!” 

“We’ll surround the two of you as we walk.” Shoto told him.

“I don’t need any of your protection, dammit!” Bakugo fired back, and I flicked him in the forehead for yelling when I was right next to him.

“Let’s go.” Shouji told us as he started walking.

“Don’t ignore me!” Bakugo yelled again.

“Just make sure you keep up.” Shoto told him.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Bakugo growled. I rolled my eyes. But, something still felt off... After a while, a sudden movement caused me to hit the ground. I was no longer in Bakugo’s arms that much was certain.

“Blasty, what the he-” I went to scold him for dropping me, only to find Bakugo no longer there, and glancing behind me, I realized Tokoyami was gone too. Bakugo hadn't dropped me... He'd tossed me out of harm's way... “Shit! Guys-” I coughed just then, black stuff emerging from my lungs. No, no, no! I thought, panicking. “Shoto! Izuku!” I screamed to them, only to cough again as an onslaught of the crap came out, obscuring my vision. I couldn't call for help anymore, much less breathe… Shit, shit, shit! I thought, panicking more as my vision went black, my hand outstretched towards where my friends had gone….

I could only hope that they would be safe...

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I wanted to post this last night but I fell asleep but we so so need to talk about Axlerod's little "navigating the world without GPS" thing because the movie literally INTRODUCES him with Mel Dorado(news anchor) talking about it and one of the first things he mentions is how Axlerod was PRESUMED DEAD FOR THIRTY DAYS. Until he just like. Showed up or something. Why is this not talked about(I say that as though there are more than five people on the planet that like him). But it also begs the question for me of like.. how much of it was just a bit or like..notttt entirely true. Cause the whole Allinol thing was a sham and supposedly his little expedition was the kickstarter for him getting the idea for Allinol and making the all natural fuel and whatnot so like. I mean he is a land rover, which is basically the UK Jeep in nearly every aspect including history, which basically basically means he is a car that could essentially drive whenever whenever with little to stop him, so it wouldn't be IMPOSSIBLE.

Also also. What are we defining as "Around the globe"? Cause at first I just pictured like across the equator or something but I don't know how much that makes sense. Surely he at least had a plane or something for the oceans. Is around the globe just going and hitting every continent?(excluding the Arctics). Is Australia ever included in an around the globe destination cause it is its own place?

Part of me is leaning towards it not being a sham, I don't know why. He looked absolutely knackered so I feel like SOMETHING happened. But then that also begs the question of like, how did they even have a clip of that anyway. Was he vlogging the whole thing. Please tell me he was. Which I suppose could also be a reason for him getting presumed dead if it suddenly ended and there was nothing. Even if it was faked that man was still presumed dead. But there's also the alternative of they found him and were just like "wait WAIT this'll be great for the press." Or again, it could possibly been faked, but for some reason I'm leaning towards saying it wasn't. Maybe I'm somehow a little biased? But I don't know why I would be cause I know the whole Allinol thing wasn't true, and him converting to an electric was PARTIALLY true, he just didn't have the engine change of going to an electric, so really he's like a funky hybrid, I do have my own little facts to support this if anyone is curious, but the movie was mostly focused on the engine. But I did stare at him and the turntable he has on YouTube for about far too long.

Also also also I want everyone to know that the person who wrote "rakish" to describe Axlerod and his grin in the newspaper that gets shown on the screen for a few seconds was absolutely absolutely me. Which is funny because I always figured Axlerod would be more on the unconventional side like all the other lemons are. But that's all the more reason I wrote it. And the other word in there that gets to me that someone would ever describe him like that but I can't remember off the top of my head. Go watch his turntable I think that exudes rakishness.

It's been two years and I'll still never come up with a proper answer for what happened there, or maybe I will eventually, but man. I almost want to post a picture of how he looked because he was BEAT. He was literally crawling he like forgot he was a car or something. He was covered in leaves from tropical looking trees and there was like a banana bunch on him and I think like a coconut or something. Which I suppose could give me a lead to where he went for his "around the globe" thing but I'll save that botany research for another day. I'm not even going to get myself started on the bit of the press surrounding him before he set off and he had all this equipment and gear and stuff and. I need to stress the fact that he does a wink to the camera before he goes off. It's more of a I-normally-dont-ever-wink-at-all wink but it still makes me giggle.

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SMRPG: Geno's Nightmare

Summary: Geno has an unsettling nightmare.

Notes: Based off of Woody's Nightmare from Toy Story 2 and Pomni's nightmare in the second episode of The Amazing Digital Circus.

Geno opened his eyes to find himself in the center of Rose Town. The Star Guardian would normally be calm and collected, considering the town, but an unsettling feeling hung in the air. It was quiet, too quiet.

"Mario," He called out. "Mallow? Princess? Bowser? Where are you?"

There was no answer to his calls. Nothing but silence surrounded him as the sun continued to shine down on the town. It was as if everyone disappeared in an instant. Geno rubbed his arm uneasily, only to stop at the cold touch of metal. A sense of dread bubbled up inside him as he heard gears moving about slowly. He looked down at his arm.

It was slowly turning into a robot's arm.

His fingers were already metal, cold to the touch. The roboticization's working its way up through his arm. New metal replaced his arm. His wooden elbow turning into a gear. Geno shook his head in horror.

"No," He mumbled before screaming. "NO! NO!" He looked around in a panic. "Mario! Princess! Bowser! Mallow!" They were nowhere to be found. He knew, he had to get out of Rose Town immediately. He ran.

And felt himself falling into a void of darkness. No, he felt cold, rusty, sharp metal drag him underneath wherever they were taking him. He screamed as he tried to claw his way through the discarded metal. It was then that he could see his friends looking down at him from the hole.

"Guys," He smiled in relief. "You're here -" His smile vanished when he saw their faces. They were disappointed, distant, like he failed them.

"Sorry, Geno, but we can't be on this journey anymore." Peach said in a faux mournful voice.

"Tch. I've got better things to do with my time than to hang out with you." Bowser grumbled, crossing his arms.

"You're on your own, Geno!" Mallow cheerfully waved.

"Bye Bye." Mario waved to him in a faux-sweet manner.

"No," Geno whispered, eyes wide in horror. "NO! Please don't leave me behind! Please! Please! Mario! Mallow! Princess! Bowser! No! NO!"

He could feel himself falling, falling, falling into the mess of metal and rust. He felt himself slowly getting colder as darkness overwhelmed-

.

"Geno."

"Geno."

"Geno!"

Geno jolted, his mind still foggy. He felt his neck still wrapped in that horrible grip and tried to shake it off, panic still overriding him. But it felt odd. It wasn't the cold grip of metal, it felt like...wood? He blinked as someone gently removed the grip from his neck. He took slow and deep breaths to reorient himself.

"Geno," Mallow's voice asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"I," Geno stumbled over his words. "What happened? What time is it?"

"Don't-a worry," Mario replied. "It's-a still early in the morning. You-a looked like you were-a having quite the nightmare."

"It was just a silly nightmare. It's no big deal." Geno tried to laugh it off.

Mario and Mallow looked at each other, unconvinced. Geno himself was still shaken by the nightmare. He looked at his hands carefully, making sure that they were still wooden and not metal. The metal crawling up his arm like an infection still made him shudder.

"We-a still have some time before we-a depart for the next Star Piece so why-a don't you get more sleep?" Mario offered.

"Oh no, Mario," Geno replied, attempting to stifle a yawn. "I...I need to be alert...and..."

Geno couldn't finish his sentence before his eyes closed exhaustedly. He rested his head on Mario's shoulder, snoring softly. Mario smiled a little as he tucked the Star Guardian back in bed.

"I wonder what he was dreaming about..." Mallow mumbled sadly.

"Me too," Mario nodded. "He'll-a tell us in-a due time. For now, let's-a let him rest."

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Throne and Sickle Ch.2

Chapter 2: Sweat Tea Manners

Turtle bros x fem!parkour!reader

Summary: In which the turtles record their training one fateful night, and find the rooftops hold stories with a beginning...and an end.

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Author Note: I hope everyone is staying warm! It's cold out here. Please enjoy Chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I don’t own ROTTMNT, sigh.

Genre(s): a bunch of stuff, really. You'll figure it out ;)

WARNINGS: Heavy topics NOT for the lighthearted; like seriously it’ll get dark in some parts. Mentions of s*xual assault, bl**d, sh*rp objects, and more. I will do my best to organize in a way that readers can identify the warning sign!

A daydream is an evasion... - Thomas Merton

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If the morning consisted of a bright sun, warm and not harsh, if the birds chirped their pretty songs, or the plant leaves were covered from the dew drops, if the level of noise pollution was less compared to the other times of the day, only the morning birds knew. It was early enough for anyone barely get out of the warmth of their bedsheets. And alas, warm light streaming from the kitchen coupled with the faintest tunes of humming could be heard where an orange terrapin poured batter onto a sizzling pan.

With the many hours of sleep (that could technically count as hibernation), Mikey was physically up to par. The entirety of planning Supernova didn’t allow a decent alternative to avoid being so drained, and he could still feel the eraser shavings all over his floor from pages ripped, pages crumpled, pages smudged full of past ideas. Putting aside a mental note to create papier-mâché with those later, Mikey pondered. Everything played out much better than he hoped, at least.

Well. Almost everything.

Chopping up some bananas, he chewed his inner cheek. Mikey remembered: woke up in his bed around the late hours and hearing his bros hushed whispers from the main room. He would’ve gone right back to sleep had he not heard their Pop’s voice join in. Last time that rat woke up for squat he snuck out of the lair in ugly clothes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes when Leo peeked inside his room. Mikey asked what happened, only for him to shrug it off with ‘we’ll talk about it in the morning’, coaxing his baby brother back to sleep afterwards.

Allowing for the pancakes to finish, he moved on to slice avocado. Where Mikey loved pancakes and fruit, Donnie always preferred avocado toast topped with tomato and three cups of dark roast (those ratios dear Lord). Mikey to this day has to fight him to eat some more fruits. Raph enjoyed anything as long as there was sausage- it needed to have meat, Raph told him. Leo barely strayed from Mikey’s special omelettes- mushrooms and bell peppers were nonnegotiable. It didn’t bother Mikey much, at least he enjoyed a mountain of chopped bananas with it. Pops was traditional: give the man a small cup of tea, steamed rice, miso soup, and tamagoyaki and he was off to a great day.

Mikey flipped the pancake over. Breakfast was soft pancakes and berries, as warm as they would be in the sun, maple syrup threaded upon the top with a gallop of butter. It remained his favorite breakfast, but it had nothing to do with the food. He loved it because he was surrounded by his family at that time of day, because there was softness and vulnerability shared before the events of training and battles and enemies caught up to their brains. Compared to dinner there’s the same sentiment however by then everyone is too exhausted, and their thoughts are a befuddled mess. It’s odd how emotions are transferred. Mikey smiled, soft and small. Whatever was going on…he’d offer all the food he could make to keep them happy.

“Hey, Angelo.”

The orange terrapin turned to the doorway to find his brother yawning still…equipped with gear-“Tell me you did not pull an all-nighter again, Donnie.”

He shrugged, “There was no way to silence the genius that is my brain.”

Mikey put his hands on his hips, unimpressed. Donnie avoided his reprimanding gaze, sucking his teeth, “Sigh. Alright fine. I’ll set up appropriately for bed tonight.”

Mikey smiled, “Good.”

At that moment Splinter and Raph entered the kitchen where the former hopped up to the chair unaffected from the early morning hour, being a morning person himself as Raph gave Mikey a head pat.  

“Morning! Where’s Leo?” Mikey swatted Raph away when he stole a few berries from the bowl.

“He went to pick up April. Just a heads up in case she hasn’t eaten anything yet.” Raph muffled, mouthful of berries. Mikey nodded, pouring a second batch of pancakes onto the pan. He sprinkled some chocolate kisses in the batter and a few of Leo’s banana slices when a blue portal appeared at the doorway. Leo trudged through with a sleepy April tucked under his arm rolled in a pink blanket, accompanied by Mayhem. Donnie snorted at this, grabbing a second mug from the cabinet above the coffee maker as Mikey set everyone’s plates on the table.

“Morning Leo! April still out, huh?” Said turtle groaned, setting April upright in a chair and settled himself beside the girl. He flicked her forehead, jolting her awake.

“This girl could sleep through a demolition on her own building! I’m so done with morning pick-ups.”

“So, anyone gonna tell me what happened last night?” April yawned, cutting into her pancakes. Mikey turned to them, fork stopped halfway in the air. Donnie sipped his coffee with a finger up.

“Well,” he started, “we have reason to believe the Robin Hoods know…about us.”

Her neck should’ve snapped in half with how she turned so fast, seriously. “You mean- hold up we’re talking about that parkour group right? Same guys making cops run around like crazy?”

Raph nodded as he cut into his egg with a sigh, “We don’t know exactly much, either. We got through Mikey’s showcase, he passed out. Next thing we know someone was watching us without the cameras picking up on ‘em. Last thing she did was leave a note with ‘S.O.S.’ on it and coordinates with a date.”

Mikey blinked in surprise, “Aw man! I missed all that? So then are we going?”

“Absolutely not.”

Everyone faced Donnie.

“What is disturbing is their motive, not to mention the many variables in question. How long have they known, why was this Robin Hood alone, their purpose of their group, does it affect us in a negative light? Too many questions and no answers.”

Mikey hummed, “Yeah, but if that girl came alone then that might mean her group doesn’t know?”

April shook her head, “That’s not always the case, Mikey. Sometimes a group can send one of their own as a middleman- the messenger of sorts.”

“True…”

Leo pointed a fork covered in omelette at Donnie, “Then how about we send our own middleman? Not one of us, obviously, but S.H.E.L.D.O.N? You said he’s got all the cams, the feeds, Megan Fox’s phone number for pizza’s sake,” he waved the fork, “we could totally use those to see what they want.”

Donnie crossed his arms, one hand covering his chin in thought. While that was true, he didn’t know if their numbers would be a problem. A hacker on their team was the last thing he needed. Not that he wouldn’t wipe the floor with them but still. One of their best surviving attributes included stealth- it’s how they remained hidden for so long- and now that somehow these Robin Hoods know, it just didn’t sit right.

Donnie relented, “Very well. I’m going to retrieve the cubes first and go over a few things before we do anything.”

“Sounds Gucci to me,” Leo grinned, “I’ll come with. Last thing we need is for people to spot a purple UFO. Donnie’s got enough of that E.T look to him.”

This earned a cube of tomato to the forehead. The others remained silent, peacefully eating while watching the other go back and forth with each other.

Splinter swallowed his tamagoyaki, “So, my sons. When do they request to meet?”

“Midnight Friday.”

April swallowed her food, “That won’t be for another three days. How about in the meantime I scope around the city, ask around and get the deets?”

Splinter nodded, “And I will search the hidden city.”

Raph nodded, “Great idea. Let us know any updates.” He gave a thumbs up in her direction.

And with that, conversation soon trailed off into different topics as they enjoyed their meals. Mikey felt a hand on his head and turned to face Splinter. He smiled.

“I heard you did a wonderful job, Orange. Soon you will be as spontaneous as Lou Jitsu!”

Mikey laughed, “Thanks, Dad. Now stop taking my berries, I saw you take them with your tail!”

“I recall no such thing.”

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Clinking of teacups, mugs, and metal spoons as they twirled drinks into perfection were the makeshift alarms for rousing New Yorkers in the diner, hushed conversations shared so as to not disturb other customers. Streams of golden light were beginning to peak over buildings, creating a rainbow of colors if it passed through glass of any kind but no warmth could be felt yet. It was too early. Outside the diner, shop owners could be seen pushing metal port doors up, rumbling as they rolled into place. Other early risers were getting a jog in or a bike ride, or just barely heading out to work before the morning rush. Cab drivers lined up against the curb on standby.

“Good morning, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start off?” A sweet, middle-aged dark-skinned woman asked, a notepad in hand. She untucked the miniature pencil from behind her ear.

“A coffee, please. Vanilla creamer if you have any.”

Scribbling, she nodded. “Of course. Are we ready to order or you need a minute?”

“I need a few minutes, if that’s alright.”

She smiled, warm and understanding, “You take your time. Seems a little early for a high school student to be out. Studying for an exam?”

“U-uhm, no. I graduated a long time ago.”

The waitress blinked, “Hush your mouth! Baby you look like you’re fresh out of the oven. Now what kind of skincare do you use? Spare me some of those secrets?”

This earned a lighthearted laugh, “I get that a lot, but you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

“Mhmm, I hear ya. I’ll go get that coffee right out for you, sweetheart.” With a wink, the waitress left. She greeted the chef over the counter who nodded his head to her customer.

“Morning, Udora. Miss give you her order?”

Udora shook her head, brewing a fresh pot of coffee. “No not yet, but table three is still waiting on their eggs, Alan.”

“Ah, geez!” He scrambled to scramble the eggs, the silly cowboy. “I gotta say, I’ve seen that girl around these parts a few times. For all the clouds I’ve seen in Texas, there’s never been someone with their head in them as much as her.”

Udora sighed, “You of all people know it is never our business to meddle. Our job is to give these kind customers their meals. Your mama never told you ‘nun?” she teased.

Alan rolled his bluebell eyes, scratching his scruffy beard. “All I’m saying is young people should be enjoyin’ life, getting some girlfriends and boyfriends, going on dates, and buying clothes. They’re all worried too much these days. Too young to stare out windows like Miss over there.”

Udora smiled. Alan was an old diamond in the rough, but she’d never tell him that. He’d just respond with ‘what do I need diamonds for, just get me a can of beer and a radio’. Alan was an ex-marine, born and raised on Texas soil who yearned for a fresh start, and found himself here in Maraschino’s where somewhere in time found himself a friend in Udora. She herself sought out a new beginning in her prime, away from New Orleans. They’ve seen thousands of faces, heard a million stories, and always wondered where fate took people. In this morning’s mysterious customer, they had a feeling it was one of those times when life became everything at once. Udora glanced towards the booth; a petite little thing she was. She leaned against a hand over her mouth, peering out with a glazed look, the other hand curling around her arm. It wasn’t that cool out to warrant a jacket, but Udora worried she’d catch a cold with just a thin long sleeve. Not hair out of place, not a wrinkle on her skin but the shadows Udora herself fought to escape in her years made her appear… haunted, despite sitting in the glow of the sunlight streaming through windows. Udora prayed, as she set the coffee mug in front of the young woman, that she’d be able to feel the warmth of the sun one day.

“Here you go, baby. Anything to go with that coffee?” She coaxed. The young woman welcomed the mug with a grateful smile and pointed to the menu.

“Yes, I’ll have your pancakes and fruit please.”

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Fun Fact: Red Eared Sliders have poor hearing but good vision and are very sensitive to vibrations. When startled or threatened, they will quickly slide off rocks/logs back into the water (hence the name).

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You Decided This

WOW.. Been a bit!!! So, I finished The Walking Dead (Finally) and Daryl Dixon and decided to start writing for TWD too.

Here is a new one!

Warning: Sexual Themes, Vioulence, Abuse, Cursing

“It has been some time Y/N” Aaron spoke quietly, careful to not push your fight response. “Looking at the one armed man you smiled lightly. “Long time no see stranger. How are you?” Looking up from your garden, he looked around carefully to not step in any traps. “Follow the blue stones” Nodding he made his way to you. Sitting down, he watched as you picked vegetables and removed weeds. “Aaron, I know you didn’t come to watch me garden. What is going on?” He took a deep breath nodding. “We need you.. I need you..” Sighing slightly you took off your gardening gloves. “I can’t. Not if HE is around.” “I wouldn’t ask unless with was.. important..” Looking into his eyes you nodded once.

Giving the lowdown on the whisperers and the multiple people who died you didn’t know how to react. Jesus and Tara and you had been very close. Jesus coming to visit every so often to get away from the Hilltop. He often told you everything he knew about the surrounding areas.

Staring at the flowers, you didn’t know what to say. “I heard of the whisperers and seen them about a week ago. Judith told me about them too.” “Judith told you..?” looking back at him you nodded. “She sometimes sends a letter on Sawyer and he runs it back to me.”.  Aaron nodded, picking at his zipper, trying to rip off the band aid of what his request was. “There is a girl,, named Lydia..” Aaron continued to tell you her struggles within the community. Everything that happened with her and how everyone treats her poorly. “I get that pain…” you spoke out looking to him. “What does she have to do with me Aaron?” “She would be safer with you.. You can relate to her in more ways than one..” “What would you tell everyone? Hey I dropped Lydia off at Y/N house?” Aaron chuckled. “No.. no one knows you live here beside Jesus and  I . Plus you have it so blocked off and tapped up, if anyone did go looking for this place, they are long dead before the reach this cottage. “I can’t risk seeing him Aaron..” “He is at the Hilltop right now.. Lydia is in Alexandria… Gabriel, Rosita, Eugene.. we all miss you..” Putting your hand up you stopped him from talking anymore about it. “Fine.. Let me get my gear and we can head to get this poor girl..”

“Come on Buck!” getting on your horse, your white dog following by your side. “Sawyer, Scout!” The dog ran ahead of you and Aaron as you made your way to Alexandria.

Walking through the gate, you sucked in your teeth looking around. Memories flashing back to all the times with him. The stinging pain in your heart making its way to your stomach. The feeling making you want to vomit the lunch you had before leaving. Walking through the field of crops you saw a young girl picking weeds. Seeing her arms, you could tell instantly this is the girl Aarron told you about. “Lydia, can I speak to you?” Lydia stood up walking towards you. She looked nervous, looking you up and down. “Lydia this is Y/N. She is a trusted friend, amazing warrior and knows what it is like to be an outcast..” Aaron spoke sadly at the words. Lydias interest was peaked and her anxiety showed the way she wobbled back and forth. “Hello Lydia. As Aaron said my name is Y/N.. This is Sawyer..” nodding to your dog. “I live in a cottage about an hours ride from here. It is safe, secure and sustainable. I built it with my own two hands. I have a spare bedroom. I can teach you how to properly hunt, take care of yourself. Without relying on others..” You nodded to the rest of Alexandria. “Not to mention, you will be away from.. those who look down on you.. I won’t force you since you just met me. I am only staying the night. It will be up to you.” Speaking calmly to her you handed her a picture of your home. She looked it over and smiled lightly. “It is beautiful..” “It is home..” smiling to her. “Y/N?!” Hearing your name you looked behind Lydia. Gabriel and Rosita running over. “It has been years since we have seen you!!” Gabriel hugged you tightly, Rosita next. “Nice to see you two.” “What are you doing here?!” Rosita asked looking to Lydia than you. “I going to live with Y/N!” Lydia spoke before you could. “What? That is a council decision..” Gabriel spoke sternly, his demeanor changing quickly. “Fuck your council. This girl has been through hell. Instead of protecting her, you allow others to harm her. Because you think she is the result of the others death.” You stood in front of Lydia, putting and arm in front of her and placing her behind you swiftly. “It was a matter of time before you ran in with the Whisperers. Especially since they are on your doorstep. She is not to be at fault for the others death. Just like you Rosita are not the fault of Sashas. It was going to happen either way..” Rositas eyes went wide when you put it into perspective. Gabriel took one step forward. Drawing your swords quickly you held them to his neck. “ This isn’t up for discussion Gabriel.” Aaron chuckled silently. He know the council would try to intervene and you would not have it if someone was in danger.

Gabriel nodded once. Sliding your swords back in their holsters, you turned away from them , Sawyer and Lydia following you.. “You can sleep..” “I will sleep on the roof.” Speaking you cut off Gabriel. “I was just going to give her another hug.. she was ready to behead me..” he shook his head watching you lead Lydia away.

“Why are you helping me..?” Lydia spoke quietly. “Because, I know how it is.. I don’t know.. Just..  figured I could help you.” “You don’t know me though..” chuckling you looked back at her “You don’t know me either. But, I can sense you are a good kid.” “I can sense you can keep me safe” both of you chuckling staring at the night sky. “Why did you leave..?” “A man I loved.. crushed me to nothing..”

Waking up you felt a shoulder nudge. “Y/N you gotta go!” Aaron spoke out, worry in his eyes. “He is here. .I didn’t know he was coming back, I swear!” “Fuck..” Getting up, you slid your swords on your back. Lydia awoke seeing pull your hair to side noticing a tattoo she had seen before. It was a small skull on your neck, with X’s for eyes. “It is Daryl who broke… your heart.” Lydia spoke quietly. “Yeah..”

“It is fucking like  you like puttin yahself in danger!” Daryl hollered at you. The fight was over with the saviors. Everyone was exhausted beyond reason. You had done a lot during the savior wars. Even getting asked to marry Negan to save Daryl. While Negan tried time and time again to kiss you, have sex with you.. you always had a quip or pushed him away. The sole reason you agreed, was to make sure Daryl stayed alive in lockup.  “Putting myself in danger? Who the fuck are you talking too?!” Getting toe to toe with the archer you looked him in the eyes. “I fuckin saved your ass. Like I always fucking do. You were pinned down by all of them.. You really thought I was just going to let that happen?!” “You are a dumb bitch.. just go. I am so fucking sick of you always bitching and moaning. No one needs you here! Hell no one wants you here! Always going against Rick.. Just fucking go Y/N.. I am done with you.. with this relationship.. Fuck you..” Daryl didn’t break stride once as he said those words to you. Daryl and you had been jointed to the hip for years keeping each other safe. Not getting into a situationship till the prison. “GO!” He hollered shoving you, pushing a finger into your bullet wound on your right shoulder. Wincing, you stepped back. Never did you think Daryl would intentionally hurt you. Leaving the house, you walked to the park in Alexandria, looking over the water. Everyone was having a party, happy for everything to be done. When you started to walk back to your shared home, you saw Daryl putting his tongue down another woman’s throat. You packed a bag, and headed for the gate. That is when Tera tried to stop you.

You told Lydia some of the story. Not mentioning everything to save yourself new heartbreak. Getting into the house you walked down the stairs. Pulling a cloak over your head,  you grabbed Lydia's hand. “Aaron get Buck and meet me at the gate..” Aaron nodded heading out the front door. You and Lydia headed out the back. The south side of the gate was the opposite where Daryl was last seen. “Sawyer!” calling to the dog, he quickly made way to you. Getting close to the gate, you saw Buck and Aaron standing there. Helping Lydia up first, you got on behind her. Aaron opened the gate quickly. Not even a minute after closing the door, Daryl walked by looking over Aaron who seemed out of breath. “You ok man?” Raising an eyebrow he looked him over. “YUP! Gracie just had me running around with her this morning!” Aaron mentally kicked himself for the lame excuse. The archer nodded slowly walking away from Aaron. Turning back to see the one handed man standing there looking past the gate.