#oh m y god look at h er

[f10werfae]

Milf and Cookies

pairing; Lumberjack!Henry x Pregnant!Shy!Reader

summary: Henry’s wants his shy wife’s titty milk and pussy, a gender reveal, and baby Marly the Cat goes missing. (Lactation!Kink)(Dilf!Henry)(Dom!Henry)

(short story 🫶)

Likes, Comments and Reblogs are appreciated🫶

Lumberjack Masterlist, Henry Masterlist

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“H-Hen, I-I can’t find b-baby Marly” Y/n whined plopping herself onto her grumpy husband’s lap, his hands instinctively reaching around to grope her ass, clad in some soft cotton shorts. “Shh s’okay sugar cube, ‘m sure our baby hasn’t toddled off too far” Henry grumbled moving his hand up to smooth over her 8 month bump, feeling his little miracle squirming inside their momma.

“B-But she isn’t i-in her cat h-house, o-or the bed a-and not even the nursery!” Y/n whined blowing her nose as Henry held the tissue for her, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his white vest, his new tattoo on his chest being exposed slightly. “baby bun don’t worry your pretty lil head alright? We can go find baby Marly together, now have you checked everywhere in the house?”

“Mhm even u-under the bed”

“How on hell did you get onto the ground?” Henry quirked knowing damn well she struggled to even get clothes on or lotion up after a shower, leading to him having to lather her up in her coconut body butter, and helping her get her clothes on (that’s on the odd occasion she didn’t sleep in the nude) “I-I used my stool t-to help me down”

A sharp squeal immediately left her pouty lips as his hands made contact with her ass, grabbing onto it, “aw sugar pie, if you need help ya call daddy, don’t ya momma?” He growled through gritted teeth as she nodded, it wasn’t surprising that now he had knocked her up, his possessive and protectiveness had increased by ten folds. Helping her to slip on some shorts, he held her hand tightly as they both slipped on their matching fluffy crocs (ones she again insisted they buy at the market)

Her mood instantly lightening up at the sight of all the flowers and fruits starting to bloom, with her giggling at simply nothing and everything; Henry swinging their hands and bringing it up to kiss her knuckles every few minutes. “W-what if w-we can’t find b-baby?” She whimpered remembering why they were out there in the first place,

“I’ll find her momma don’t you worry, in fact a’ think I can see her from ‘ere” Henry stopped looking in between the tall grass to see their tiny white flur baby, mingling with a larger black grumpy looking cat, how ironic. “Looks like Marly got a boyfriend” Henry chuckled bending down to see both of the cats cuddling together, their tails interlinked as the black cat licked up Marly’s fur.

“O-Oh my! They’re so cute” Y/n squealed looking up to Henry, with that same sparkle in her eyes, he already knew what she was about to ask, “Fine yes okay, we can take him home, as long as we don’t find a collar on him or anythin like that, sound okay sugar cube?” She nodded eagerly picking up Marly, watching as the black cat walked alongside them to the log wood cabin.

“Now come on momma, let’s leave these two in their bed while I tend to my baby, we still have to cut the box remember?” He whispered, seeing the sugar cube shaped cupcake sitting waiting for them, it had only arrived that morning; in it contained the gender of their little miracle and God could he not wait. With Y/n wanting Marly to be with them for the whole experience. “O-Oh yeah, I f-forgot”

“S’okay baby I know you’re dumbed out, can’t help it with your condition” He smiled sickly rubbing over her stomach as he sat them both onto the couch, the box sitting on her lap as she giggled and nodded along to his insult. His hands combing back her hair gingerly, her nose wrinkling every so often. “C-can we cut i-it now? m’ excited” She whispered wiggling on his lap, watching intently as he took the cupcake from her hands, peeling back its covering.

“Open wide bun” He whispered watching her take a bite, showcasing that she would be bringing a precious baby boy and baby girl into the world. The perfect mix of them both, a tiny Henry and an even tinier Y/n, both of them cocooned away in their momma’s stomach all safe and sound. “I-It’s both? Does that m-mean twins Hen?” She said shocked, feeling Henry smirk and chuckle as he licked up the cream from her lips and chin; not only did he manage to knock her up, but he managed to double it.

“Aww baby I could fuck you till the sun goes down, my little petal givin’ me two miracles at once, your pussy really musta milked my cock for all its worth” His hands patted her stomach as tears rushed to her eyes, she finally knew what she was having, her own little boy and girl; if anything this was a dream to her. “S-stop it, y-you’re ruinin’ the moment, tell y-your dads to s-stop it” She sniffed putting her hand on too of Henry’s, feeling the strong kicks following their touch everywhere they moved, their babies were here right now.

“You better not take her away from me squirts, Cus a’ swear my woman is-“

“Y-you gotta l-learn to share” Y/n huffed crossing her arms, “Yeah sure, one tit for them and one for me” Henry chuckled leaning down to press a kiss onto the exposed part of her chest, cupping underneath it and squeezing the swollen flesh softly, watching as her shirt dampened due to her milk coming in earlier than normal. He maintained eye contact with her as he licked over her hardened nipple over the thin fabric, the sweet milk streaming into hid mouth ad he started to suckle gently, a habit he had picked up to help her fall asleep and him at the same time. Sometimes with him waking up due to her nipple popping out of his mouth, or with her when she realised the pressure in them was building up again. Either way it was a new bonding experience for them both

“I wan’ go to b-bed, m’ tired” She whispered kissing the top of his, her eyed lidded while she watched him press kisses onto her tits, taking his sweet time with each one of them. “Alright sugar, I’ve got ya, get ya all nice n’ snuggled in” He grunted picking her up, carrying her to their shared marital bedroom, their pictures littering the room in pink fluffy photo frames she had chosen.

Sitting slightly upwards with an extra pillow underneath her head, she shuffled towards Henry’s side, letting him lay his head onto her puffy chest; sighing out in relief as he started kissing and sucking at her nipples. Lifting his head up he spat some of her own milk into her mouth, letting her taste it as he licked wetly into her mouth, drool and excess milk dripping from the sides of their lips. His babygirl’s sweet milk was the best thing he had tasted, and he’d rather die before sharing it with someone else but he knew better than to mess with his woman and their babies. Their baby boy and baby girl, their miracles

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PSA: I know this is short, but tomorrow I’m posting a full fic on how Shy!Y/n lost her virginity to Lumberjack!Henry :)) So if you would like tagged in that tomorrow please let me know🫶

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[sunnychuuya]

Getting a Lil play time rn so

Whats happened with charley why do they know it's not him really and why is he replaced or whatever ??

Boglogogkalna

Whatvrhe fuck im confused

Everything from last night is blending together ngl

is it bad that I just googled the code for Ms packeryojs floor safe thing prolly but I don't get how that code relates to her in any way..?

God damnit Larry u just had to lose the key to the creepy cult tunnels

"The tooth will set you free" lmao

damn that vending machines empty forever

SAL NO YOY MOVIJG HERE DOES NOT WORK OUT ITS NOT GOOD YOU FUCKIJG DIE

Yayayya gonna live with larry

-"do y remember the first time I saw you without your mask?"

"How could I forget."

"You were headbanging so hard, it flew right off and whacked me in the face! Heh.

You were so worried about my bloody nose that you didn't even notice at first."

"I felt bad"

"Yeah but then once I told you I was fine.. why did you cry?"

"Because you didn't look away."

CRYIJG SCREAMING THROWIJG UP WHAT THE FUCK THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY

-huH WDYM SAL THE FUCK

-Guys what the flip

-"I think your dad was an alien or something" WHAT THE FUCK SAL THATS NOT CASUAL LORE TO DROP

-Larry honestly yea it's a bullshit story but so is like the rest of this fucking game so I mean

-yall wait has larry never had a bed in his room

"search apartments" mothefucker I've wrnt in every room what do u want from me

-"you want the tooth?! You can't handle the tooth!' Larrybim begging u to stop

-"what, no stupid pun this time?"

"I couldn't really think of any, to tell yathe tooth."

Ah so this is how Larry died, I reach through the screen and fuckijg strangle him

-ne/sw wtf can that mean

-Never eat soggy waffles like the directions is all I can think of lmao

-OH WM GEE ITS A COMPASS THING I WAS SMART SHCOKING

-it made a weird noise

-guys wtf why is it glowing

-"reality is a tangled web"

-t h e fu c k y o u m e a n t w o h r s l a t er w h a t h a p p e n e d

-what happened the last time ash tried paranormal stuff

-i don't like ash that much but thos moment with her and sal is cute

-okay I'm going to the dentist now time to daze the fuck out and think about sally face still cuz this is an addictiom

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

[strywoven]

@nihilara has requested a story : ❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ / kaen.. . .

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Shit , shit , shit ⸺ !  Godling f l i n c h e s at the pointed tone of voice , their clacking away at the laptop keyboard perched upon their lap ceasing instantly.  Biting their lip , expression nervous , guilty , they slowly close the laptop to hide the e v i d e n c e ( working , as usual , doing some odd & end for their major ) and turn in place to regard the other seated next to them , waiting expectantly for their reply ( but oh , what can be said ? what can be done ? they do not mean to be this way — ) .

Kaen offers Kuro a sheepish smile ,  ❝ Um - uh - o’course Ah was lissenin’ ! ❞  Well , if that be true , then w h a t did he say just now ?  The disbelieving look he’s giving them in return is telling ( & kaen , too , is a terrible liar ; there is no easy way to wriggle out of this predicament they have wandered aimlessly into once again ) .  ❝ Aye y- ye were jus’ talkin’ ‘bout … um … ❞  They flounder , thinking back in the conversation , to the moment p r i o r to when they inadvertently began tuning him out in favor of working on the mock screenplay for class ( something about how he woke up feeling empty again , wasn’t it ? gods alive , that sounded familiar , something which hit too close to home ) .

Stones dappling cheeks tinge a pink hue , alighting fauny features in an e m b a r r a s s e d gleam.  Furred ears flop sideways , a slight laugh leaving the godling as they shake their head at him.  ❝ Ah guess ye musta’ been tellin’ me ‘bout ‘ow rude Ah was bein’ , huh ? ❞  Probably not that far off , and it would have been well-warranted.  They lean forward , putting their laptop on the coffee table and facing their company fully.  ❝ Lissen , Ah’m sorreh , Ah jus’ get los’ in m’own werk sometimes , an’ Ah know tha’s not fair ta’ ye.  Ah promise , though , ❞  They lift their hands , waving them , ❝ Y’ve got m’undivided attention now !  An’ Ah wanna ‘ear wha’s on yer mind.  Really. ❞  A pause , one ear quirking upright and flicking , their head tilting , ❝ Y’do know tha’ when Ah’m not sittin’ ‘ere bein’ a twat , Ah DO enjoy lissenin’ ta’ ye , aye ? ❞  Their smile returns , broadening into a chipper , cheeky little grin , ❝ Y’re literally m’bes’ friend , ❞ Likely their ONLY FRIEND , ❝ An’ e’rythin’ ye say makes m’day ! ❞  They shrug , ❝ E’en th’ cynical shit. ❞

[qaintrelle-blog]

↳ STARTER INCOMING FOR ◦ @deperle ; YONGJUN ft. KAEUN !!

          an open notebook on the table in front of her ; overly fancy pen in her left hand as the tip glides over the paper -- she doesn’t look at it, keeps her gazed fixed on something  -- SOMEONE, taking notes of what her eyes see, little things. eyes form crescents when he laughs, pearly white teeth, seems to be liked by the people surrounding him. it’s NOT as if she was a stalker, she has simply followed him all day for ... research. research about his person. it has been a week since she first met him, a case that the PD & NIS worked on together, & you know how it is. in a state of emergency & complete helplessness, they call MISS KAYA. kaya, the girl who knows everything. she knows everyone, but no one knows more than that name & her face. secrecy at its finest. when he, officer jeon, was introduced to her she felt this warm shock throughout her entire body, felt a sense of attraction that made her completely forget how to form words. 

so here they are now. 

she followed him from work to his home, to the grocery store, up until he got into this little bar with some friends. she chimed in shortly after him ; taking a seat somewhere in the back. OBSERVING. creepy? only if you get caught! 

he doesn’t drink much at once, sips every now & then inbetween talking. noted down. was he social? at this moment it seemed like it, she couldn’t be entirely sure, so it’s put in brackets, a question mark behind it. one of the waitresses eventually comes up to kaeun -- the girl in the back without a drink better buy a drink or leave. “ move out of the way please, lady. i’m doing something here. ” the waitress glances at the notebook -- which kaeun promptly shuts close. “ i’m fine, thank you. what? yeah, yeah sure. whisky on the rocks. oh my god, lady -- that’s all! ”, kaeun speaks a little too loudly, probably pulling the attention of quite a few people towards her, to her defence, though, kaeun had gotten seriously annoyed. who knows how many antics of officer jeon she had missed & thus couldn’t write down. 

& of course her obnoxiously loud voice pulled HIS attention to her, too. for a short moment their eyes meet, but kaeun’s quick to look away, the notebook opening again so she can scribble a quick ‘ very strong gaze ’ into it, before closing it. a second later she had taken the courage to look back at him, & oh my! he’s still looking. shoot a smile! & so she does, showing off her brightest, most inviting smile. 

[batstorm93672]

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D-----

His ears were ringing

He can't see

--m--n

Can't hear

Can't feel

-a-i--n

His body aches

His mind fails to recall

--m---

Wrong

-a--a-

Something went wrong, that's all he knows

D---i-n

Alert

Something went wrong.

Something went wrong!

What went wrong!?

"Y-- --- -ka-"

His lungs felt broken, coughing, something forced air back in.

Unable to see

His other senses tried to increase

Everything was dull

Can't feel

Can't hear

Can't see

Can't think

Think...

He can't think of what went wrong and what led to this.

"---ia- I --ed --- -o ---- --lm"

What?

Is that someone talking?

He can't hear

His ears are ringing so loud, then the beeping made it worse.

The beeping was louder now, getting faster, making his mind foggy.

Faster, louder

Beep

Beep

Beep

BEEP

BEEP

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

His lungs felt like they were on fire.

Yet he can't feel anything else!

Muffled screams

That's all he can utter

Something fell down his face and it burned

IT BURNED

WHY IS IT BURNING

WHAT HAPPENED

NO NO WHY AM I BURNING?!

The screams and beeping got louder and then he felt weak again... losing consciousness

.

His body ached

Every sense was dull

He can't speak

Can't see

His ears... did not ring anymore, the beeping wasn't presently loud.

"---ian"

Not that much better, but if he concentrates harder on that voice specifically...

"--m-an I'm -er- for you"

That voice...

"F-Father... f-f-- father..."

His voice was hoarse and broken just like the rest of him

"D-m-an! I-- me, I'm he-e son"

"F-feel... can't"

"I ---w y-u'll -- --li--- --tte- s--n"

That's his father talking... yeah that's his father

He can hear his father...

Yet his mind and body fails him

He can hear his father

Then everything goes dark

.

How long has it been?

There were days where he was slightly awake, but he couldn't make himself do anything.

Feeling is numb

Hearing is better, he can hear sentences clearly

Speech is... slightly increasing, difficulty is apparent and too much causes strain

Sight is unobtainable as of now, but he can feel when something is often placed on his eyes and covered again.

There are days when he awakens, then something burning hot falls down his face and he can't help but let a muffled scream rip out from his mouth which was covered by something.

Overall, recovery is occurring. Yet it is slow and painful to go through.

.

He stirred awake, feeling how something from his eyes were lifted and kept off. His eyes were heavy, yet he forced himself to open them.

Oh... shit

That... that's his family...

He can see his family

Father, Grayson, Todd, Drake, Cain, Brown, Thomas and Pennyworth... They're here

The hot feeling trailed down his face, no screams just broken bits of laughter of joy and sorrow.

God...

That's his family, they're here, he can see them

"F-F... father..."

"Hello Damian"

More burning trails and it didn't hurt as much as before, a part of him liked the feeling cause if it meant he could see his family then he'd deal with the burning more.

"Father... f-- f-father"

His voice felt much more clear.

"How long... h-has it been..."

"A few months"

"W-- what happened?"

"A chemistry accident in school, you took on some horrible burns to the chest and face to save a kid, you barely made it. Raven managed to help and lessen the burns, the rest is to the doctors in the Justice League. The scarring has been dealt with already, now it's recovery"

Dick broke down, sobbing as he held Damian's hand, he was sitting next to Damian.

"I- I thought you wouldn't..." Dick kept crying, his shoulders racking up and down as he took deep breaths.

"...Richard"

Wiping his face with his sleeve, Dick looked at Damian. "Yeah Dames?"

"Won't go... we are the b-best. I'll be... here"

Dick sobbed even harder, grasping onto Damian's hand as if it was the last time he ever would.

"I'm okay... will get better..."

[slashershenanigans]

First kiss

-Chop Top x GN! reader-(tw: slight mention of accidental burns)

normally on a Sunday early morning you’d say the sawyer house is quiet, however today is an exception. you rustled underneath the covers on your bed, lazily opening your eyes only to wrinkle your nose at a foul smell, eyes watering slightly as you sit up irritated by the unfortunately familiar scent. you groan in response as you begin to stretch not in a hurry to get up before your thought finally kicks in that maybe this is not just an annoyance but something urgent. it wasn't abnormal for you to worry about the sawyer brothers, being how chaotic and spontaneous they can get, especially the twins. sure, you are  quite energetic yourself, but god you get mad when they get too risky! you swing your legs off the bed, tipping forward slightly from imbalance, quickly straightening up to walk out to the kitchen to see what was going on. “drayton? Bubba? is that you?” you shout into the hallway, trying to decipher the situation at hand. you sigh harshly at the lack of response and rush over to the opening to the kitchen to see,,,Chop top there; jesus no wonder it smells like a volcano erupted! you’re welcomed to the sight of various tools being dirty both against the table and on the floor and even a knife piercing the ceiling, dirtied with what looks to be batter.while chaos for Chop isnt unusual, the sight of him actually cooking is. “er,,,Chop-” he spins around nearly flinging the bowl of...something out of his hands. “O-oh! heh,, mornin’!” he beams brightly in a way that always seems to make you smile back; strange how that same happy expression spooked you at one point. “whatcha got there?” you say, chuckling under your breath, taking in the chaos laid out in front of you by the wrath of your boyfriend.” I-Im makin’ somethin’!” he replies enthusiastically, leaning over to cover a pot of quite literally boiling syrup. you cant help but laugh at the obscurity of his methods as he eratically spurs around going from different bowls to pans and such; its like he took the entire pantry to use for this. he lifts a lid off a pot and smoke engulfs his face” I’it’s supposed to do th-that!” he says slamming the lid back “chop-” “D-dont worry bout a t-thing y/n!” he says this as a plate beside him smashes on the floor next to him. the more he goes on he seems to be...really anxious. He’s smiling crooked in a way that seems more of a coverup than his genuine grin. “chop do you need-” “I’M F-FINE! I c-can control this-” he’s extremely shaky, darting his eyes back and forth to you and back to the pans and such. Sure, his general shakes have become a normal sight to see, but this time seems different. you were getting nervous, almost like you knew this was gonna build up to something if you dont keep an eye on him. “n-now where is th- wOAH-” he yelps as he slips on a loose bit of batter spilled on the floor and bangs his head on the edge of the stove. Before you can react to what just happened, you see the pot right above the stove where he’s laying holding his forehead in his hands wobble as if its about to tip over all over your boyfriend’s plated head. “NO!” you shout, firmly pushing him away from the hot liquid before it tipped over; while you managed to keep him from suffering a burned plate and far worse, you werent fast enough to move before it spilled all over your left leg. you yowl in pain, shaking erratically and shuffling away from the burning liquid that is now on the floor. “Y/N! o-oh shit!! Goddammed stove!” he yells, diving over to you to see your aching new injury and soon to be scar on your leg. he holds you up with one hand laid against your upper back shakily, clumsily moving anything else around that could hurt you “o-oh god this is all m-my fault!! aw shit,,,i-im sorry im so s-sorry!” while you were in pain, you sat distracted still by his frantic saddened expression, fetching you a cold rag to place on your leg and quickly after placing it on you falling onto his knees in front of you, now having you both facing one another on the messy kitchen floor. he sniffs, his brows furrowed and buries his eyes into his hands to hide his tears “t-this is wh-what i get for wanting to b-be responsible,,” you raise a brow at this. is that what he was trying to do? “a-all i wanted was to do something for ya c-cause you make me f-feel like boiling-n-no that aint right for right now- l-like WARM like- n-no,,,aw s-shit..” he shakes his head, clearly frustrated at himself. you shuffle a bit toward him placing your left hand on his cheek and your right resting on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb against him in a calming way. “d-drayton’s right..i-im not f-fit to do nuthin’ for nobody..i cant e-even take care of your breakfast! a-ALL I DO IS H-HURT YA” your brows furrow and eyes widen a bit. “ g-god why do i even-” you press both hands to his face, shuffling clos enough to where you were sitting between his legs, staring into his eyes, sighing softly” Chop..you dont need to be at my beckon call to let me know you care.” you look around at the mess, batter scattered everywhere and burn marks smeared onto the wooden counter.”the fact that you tried because you wanted to is enough for me.” you say, stroking his cheek with your thumb. his hands wander onto your back to embrace you tightly. “y-you really m-mean that?” he says with his voice choked up a bit from crying. you nod, before moving your thumb under his chin to prop his face slightly and leaning in, tenderly laying your lips onto his. you felt overjoyed when as you do this you feel him smile ear to ear against you, placing a hand on the back of your neck to support your head, the other wandering under your shirt; not in a lustful way he genuinely just likes feeling your skin. after a moment or two you both pull apart for a breather and stare at one another with hazy loving gaze. “i-i dunno what i did to deserve ya, sugar” sugar eh? thats a new one. you grin and nuzzle your forehead against his before laying another tender kiss onto it “me neither..”

[cheyningdiamond]

A fic where Hank suddently wakes up, seeing the boombox Man, just to discover all the massacre Was a dream

Adding more because AU stuff hehe

Hank grunted and groaned weakly as he slowly opened his eyes. His ears ringing in pain and agony as his head throbbed in ceaseless pain. Where was he? All he remembered was fighting in the arena grounds of Nevada against the Auditor. His once MAG-nified body was now more average built...

What happened to him...?

"Hank? Hank!" He saw Eddy, the boombox wielding man, kneel down and look him over. "Oh Jesus. Shit dude, I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to hit ya so hard..."

Hank blinked, looking down at his body, then his hands. He felt a slight tightness on his chest.

"Wh...Whuh... happeh...?" He was still dazed all to Hell.

Another grunt was seen on the phone, calling an ambulance. His head was bleeding from the rough punch Eddy swung at him.

"Shh, don't talk, man... Here." He took his own jacket off and wrapped it around his shaven head. "There... Sh-Should help the bleeding, yeah?"

Hank weakly tried swinging his fists at Eddy, in an attempt to break free. "Where's... San- Dei- Auuidiitor..." He groaned. "Trihh...ckyy...?"

Eddy blinked. "Ahh fuck me, I really caved your brain in, huh... Shit..." He held Hank close, gently pressing the jacket into his head to try and stop the bleeding. "Just relax, ok? Paramedics are on their way..."

"P-Parah... hhuh?" What was happening? No, no this had to have been a dream...

Did the Auditor knock him out??

Where was he!?

Paramedics did indeed come and took Hank. He ended up passing out on the way over there...

When he came to, he saw doctor looking down at him with worrisome eyes.

"A-Ah, Mr. Wimbleton... Y-You're awake..."

He moaned slightly as he was still trying to get his vision to adjust to the newer setting.

"I-I'm Dr. Friend. How are you feeling?"

Hank stared at him, then shook his head slightly out of disbelief.

"Where... Am I? Where are my friends?"

"Your friends?"

"S-Sanford... Deimos... Dammit, where are they!?"

The doctor flinched at Hank raising their voice.

"S-Sir, please calm down... You do not need to be in hysteria... I just sewed your head... Please, do not put yourself under more stress..."

Hank frowned and looked away. He didn't know what was going on, or why. The familiar park he was in, the boombox, Eddy... This was all crazy.

"...I'm sorry..." He mumbled, giving up for now.

"It's quite alright... You're lucky, you know. I was told you bled quite a lot on the way over..." He moved close and looked at the bandages over Hank's head.

Eddy definitely wore rings when that happened, that son of a bitch...

Hank sighed and stayed quiet...

A nurse came into the room. "Sir, the patient's family is here."

"F-Family?" Hank asked, blinking.

"Ah, yes... Bring them in. I need to go check on my other patients."

He looked over at Hank. "Think you'll be okay on your own?"

Hank was still processing everything and just blindly nodded.

Dr. Friend smiled and left the room.

Hank stared down at his normal looking hands and arms. He wasn't as buff as he used to be and the giant claw-like arm he had was gone... No metal jaw, no nothing...

Was it all a dream...?

No, it couldn't have been!!

Hank snapped out of his deep thoughts when he couldn't believe who ran into the room.

A small child, wearing a bright blue sweater and rainbow pants ran in, crying.

"M-Mommaaa...!!" He cried, jumping onto the bed and hugging Hank.

Hank's eyes shot open... Last thing he remembered was Happi being taken away from him... Seeing him here just-

It left him speechless...

He stared at his son, who was sniffling and hiccupping.

"M-Momma! We heard you got hurt! Are you okay, Momma??"

Hank just stared. Skittles saw tears pouring out of his mother's eyes and felt himself being hugged tightly.

"Ah- Mom...? Wh-What's wrong?"

Hank sniffled, not letting go... It was years. Years... And Skittles looked like he was only 5...

"Hey, don't crush the kid, now." Hank looked up, seeing... his siblings.

The same siblings that took his baby away. The same that hated his guts.

The siblings that had the worst war-torn faces. Now, they looked... Normal. No scars, no fake jaws, nothing too!

Hank stared at Heather and Henry, blinking. Instead of the mercenary outfits, Heather wore a white hoodie and pale rose sweatpants and Henry had on a pink leather jacket and black jeans.

Hank blinked. "H...Heath...er? Henry...??"

"Heyy, he didn't get amnesia. You owe me, sis."

"Shut up, asshole..." Heather looked at Hank and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How ya feelin' big bro?" She held his hand, seeing some dried blood still on his hand from holding his injured head.

"Big- excuse me!?" He glared. He couldn't stop himself from getting pissed. "Wh-Who are you to call me that!?"

She blinked at the sudden aggression, but glared right back. "Uhm, I'm your sister, you jerk... Why are you suddenly getting angry at me? I didn't punch ya, now did I?"

"Oh but you could!" Henry laughed, making his sister and brother glare at him, even his nephew gave him an unhappy look.

"...What??"

Hank looked at Heather and sighed. "I-I'm... I'm sorry... I just- I don't know what's going on anymore..."

"Look, I get you're still pissed... I dunno if it has anything to do with earlier at park, but-"

"Wait, where am I living right now?"

Heather blinked and looked at Henry. "Dammit, he does have amnesia! Well, there goes $50."

She looked back at Hank. "You're...You and Happi are living with us... How do you not remember this?"

"A-And- hhh-...him...?"

Heather stared, then looked at Hank with worry.

"...He's in jail, Hank... What's gotten into you? We had his ass in prison ages ago..."

He stared, then looked down.

My God...

It really was all a dream...

Sanford, Deimos, Jeb, Tricky...

Auditor...

Hank put his hands over his face as his head kept throbbing. No amount of pain pills was gonna ease his aching head... Not with everything that happened...

Or, didn't happen...

Skittles gently put his hands over Hank's hands. "Mama... Hurt?"

Hank looked at the child and smiled weakly. "No, baby... I'm ok..." He hugged Skittles close, then opened his other arm, looking at his siblings.

The two looked at each other, confused by his sudden affection. But, they walked over and Hank pulled them into a tight hug.

"...I love you guys..." He started to sob. "I love you guys so mm-mmuch..."

The siblings awkwardly looked at each other, then at their older sibling.

"Uh, yeah man..."

"We love you too, Hank... Mom'll be here shortly. Doc said we can pick ya up today..."

Hank smiled softly, drying his eyes. Even getting to see his mother again made him feel pure joy...

No more war.

No more Auditor...

No more MADNESS...

Hank chuckled quietly, and looking at his siblings with a delighted grin.

"I-I... I'd like that..."

[h2bakugou]

Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

;cut for length;

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project. 

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together. 

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips. 

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

“One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words. 

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing. 

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking. 

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat. 

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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masterlist

[magma-queen]

“Will you let me rub your back?” Hardenshipping. Yeah that sounds like them! <3

CUTE. You’ve got it! And also I’m sorry for not getting to this sooner I had to work this weekend :( enjoy, luv!

The front door finally came open, and groaning heavily, the red headed Team Magma leader came through the door and accidentally slammed it shut.

“H-hey! Babe!” Archie came running to him, then he had his arms around him in a hug. “How was today? Ye look exhausted..”

“I AM exhausted…” Maxie replied. “My back is killing me… and so are my feet..” He made an attempt to stretch but he winced and held his shoulder. “I’m a mess right now..”

Archie snaps his fingers. “Oh, Max. I’ve got a great idea-“

“-oh god..”

*pout* “Will ye at least let me tell ye me idea before ye start assuming it’s a bad idea?”

“Alright, what is it?”

Archie grinned. “I’ll do what Matt does when me back isn’t feeling right. Now, go lay down on the floor.”

“…uh, what..?”

“Ye heard me! This’ll work, I promise ye! Now, go get cleaned up and I’ll give it a try.”

Maxie didn’t trust this one bit. Any idea that comes from Archie’s head is a guarantee either a plan that’ll get him hurt, or worse.. embarrassed.

One he was finished, he came out and saw his husband signaling him to the floor.

“Archie.. if this ends up breaking my back… I’m going to knock you into next month.”

“Just trust me, Max! Matt has done this millions of times for me, and me back isn’t broken! so it has to work!”

He saw that arguing wasn’t going to help, so he sat down on the floor, then laid down.

“Are ye ready?”

“To have my back snapped in half? Sure, hun. I’m ready to go to the ER.”

Archie detected his smartass attitude, and rolled his eyes at him. “Babe, have I ever steered ye wrong?”

Silence.

“Do you really need me to answer that?”

“Yeah… no. don’t answer that. Alright.. 3.. 2.. 1..” He stepped up onto Maxie’s back and started walking on top of it.

“A-AH! A-Archie-! Ack- That hurts!!”

He shook his head. “It will at first, just gimme a second..”

*crack*

“AH-ARCHIE! GET OFF!! Argh…. This isn’t helping!!! Oh god.. AHH!!”

Archie stepped off of him and lowered to his level. “Hun, are ye alright? I’m sorry… I thought that would work..”

“Ugh… I’m fine.. just NEVER do that again..” Maxie groaned. “Remind me to tell Matt that he’s insane.”

A chuckle came from the larger man’s mouth, but he felt bad. He watched his husband sit up and writhe in pain.

“Hey.. Max..?”

He sighed. “If it’s another bad idea… please don’t.. my back hurts even more after that..”

Archie scooted over behind him and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his cheek.

“Will ye at least let me rub your back..? If that doesn’t help, I dunno what will. I promise to be gentle..”

Maxie was about to decline, but seeing the way his husband looked at him, he couldn’t say no. He knew that Archie felt bad for almost breaking his spine.

“Alright.. there’s nothing that can go wrong there…” He stood up and flopped onto the couch, drained.

Archie follows him and lays down right next to him, snuggling him close.

“Alright, if ye feel any pain.. just let me know, and I’ll stop.. okay, hun?”

The redhead smiles. “Yes… I will..”

Archie slipped his hands underneath his shirt and started rubbing his back gently, making Maxie purr like a Delcatty.

“Does that feel a little better, Max?”

“Mmmhmm…” He hummed, resting peacefully on the couch, eyes closing. “Thank you….”

“Awww, it’s no problem, baby.. Ye know I’ll always try to take yer pain away..”

Archie kept this up,thinking that he would put his husband peacefully to sleep with his gentle touch, but after a few moments, he heard something else instead.

“Mmm.. hmhmhmhmhmhm.. hehe.. A-Archihihihihie..”

“Mm? Yeah? Am I hurtin’ ye?” He softens his touch even more.

He started to cough up giggles. “Ah! N-noho, it’s starting to tickle.. hehehe..”

Archie smiled, keeping it up. “Well, that’s gotta be better than the pain, huh?” He playfully spiders his fingers at his back, practically sending shivers up the redhead’s spine.

“N-nonononono! Ahahaha! Ahaharchieeee…” He giggled, squirming in his grip. “Ahaha! S-stop! Ahahahehehe- th-that’s not hehelping ihihihit tihihihihickle lehehehess!”

“I’m sure it isn’t! But ye don’t seem to be in pain anymore!” He grabbed a hold of Maxie, since he was about to hit the floor from squirming so much. “Ah, ye get back here, wiggle worm..” He cooed, gently raking his fingers down his back.

“Nohohohohohoho!!!” He squeaked, unable to twist himself around. “St-stohohohop!! *snort* Ihihihihit ticklehehehes!!”

“That’s the point, babe.. THIS is what ye need. A tickly back massage..” He smirked, scratching softly at the soft skin.

“NO! No-nohahahahaha!!! Ahahahehehehe!! Ahahaharchihihihihie!! St-stop!! M-my bahack ihihihis vehehery sehehehehensitive!!”

Archie just smiled back, listening to his sweet giggles. “Ah, come on… this has to be better than feelin’ like yer back is snapped in half!”

This continues for a good moment, then Maxie tried wiggling away again, but Archie had an iron grip on him.

“Okahahahay okahahahay!! *snort* You cahahahan stahahahahop now! I can’t tahahahake it!” He squeaked again. “Cahahan’t you juhuhust rub my bahahack normahahahahally???”

“Well, then it wouldn’t be that much fun then, would it?” The Aqua leader laughed. “This seems to have ye much more relaxed, sweetheart. Besides… that soft giggle of yers is tuggin’ at me heart strings~ Yer laugh is so beautiful.”

His face turned pink, not just from laughing, but also from Archie’s compliments. “Ahaharchie! Cohohome ahahahahan!!! Y-you’re ehehehembarassing me!”

Archie let up on him and put more force on his back, slowing his giggling.

“Th-thank *hic* you..” He hiccuped.

“Yer so cute, I swear..” He brought a hand up to his head and pet it, getting him to purr more. “Me magma bear~”

“Stop it, you dork… you know I hate that nickname….” Maxie replied, blushing and sinking back down into the couch.

After a while, Archie stopped. Yawning, he sat up. “I’m gettin’ sleepy, babe… can we head to bed now?”

“As long as you keep rubbing my back.. that’s fine with me..” He chuckled, sitting up.

He saw that Archie was looking down at the floor, lost in thought.

“Archie?”

He snapped back to reality. “Sorry, Max. But I was just wonderin’.. didn’t ye say that yer feet were hurtin’ too?” There was a playful tone in his voice.

Maxie’s eyes went wide and he started to move away from him. “N-no I didn’t-!”

“Pretty sure ye did…” Archie growled. “Maybe I should give ye a foot rub too.”

He was already running away. “NOPE. BYE.”

Archie took off after him. “Wha-? Come back here! Yer not gonna run away from me! I just wanna help ye relax!” Chuckling, he went searching around the entire house, looking for his hiding husband. “What do ye think a foot rub is gonna do?”

“KILL ME!” He yelled back. “D-Don’t you dare come near my feet! Do you hear me?!”

Silence.

“Babe. Ye know I’m gonna find ye.” He crossed his arms, walking to their bedroom.

He found Maxie hiding in the bed. Not a very smart hiding spot. And to make it worse, he had his feet sticking out from underneath the covers, making Archie flash an impish grin.

“Gotcha!”

“Aaah!!”

Archie sat down on top of his legs so he couldn’t escape. “Now.. just relax, and hold still, babe…” He began massaging his right foot. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt, but there’s no guarantee it won’t tickle like hell.”

“N-no!! Don’t you daHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHOHO!! LEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!!”

Needless to say, he got his foot rub, alright. Despite the dumbass act, Archie knew that he would have him howling in laughter, because his feet were even more ticklish than his back.

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

he died his hair prank

peter decided to prank y/n by temporarily dying his hair silver..

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

peters pov

i finally found a way to get revenge on y/n and her stupid yet believable pranks, since she loves my brown hair so much, no i did not decide to cut it aunt may would literally murder me if y/n didnt so it before her, i decided to temporarily dye it silver but she doesnt need to know its temporary ;)

y/n/n and i decided to hang out in the evening since i told her i had to go run some errands for may, thankfully she believed  it, so now im on my way to go buy some hair dye....*nervous laugh*

i got the hair dye and i took all the stuff out spreading them on my bathroom counter, i decided to record this coz i dont think ill dye my hair again any time soon, plus it felt like i was filming a youtube video

"ok so i watched a couple of videos before this coz i dont wanna mess this beautiful gem up" i said reffering to my hair "im obviously not gonna bleach it, so lets hope my hair is light enough to show the dye" i prayed and attempted to put my hair in a ponytail and it looked pretty good, i watched how y/n does it on my hair everytime we do face masks but doing it for yourself is wayyy harder

*A/N: look at this cutie 🥰 anyways back to the story*

i dyed the side of my hair first getting the dye everywhere, thank god i took the bathroom rug out so it would not get stained, and then took the bun out and sectioned it

"dont let me down brad mondo" i whispered getting even more nervous than i was before i brushed the dye of the first section "i did it" i smiled proudly but then it hit me "i did  it, i did it, this part of my hair is silver! oh my god" i was panicking, what am i doing? this is a prank this is a prank its not real calm down peter

suddenly i got a facetime call from y/n

*babyyyy 💕👀 would like to FaceTime*

lit up my screen, i panicked a bit trying to find an excuse to not answer the call or at least not show her my face, but i remembered i was in the bathroom....hopefully this excuse will work

i clicked on 'accept' and waited for her to connect

"hey babyyyy" she beamed, shes cute when shes excited but her smile faded when she couldnt see me "where are you?" she asked

"im in the toilet babe, but i couldnt not answer your call" i laughed trying to act normal and backing up from my phone as much as possible

"oh" she laughed, i wanted to grab something from the counter and i thought i did it carefully but what she said, said otherwise "wait why is your hair silver?" she asked her eyes widening

"wHAT? what do you mean?" i squeeked, i hesitantly put the undyed of my hair to the frame and she sighed in relief "my hair is brown, love nothing to worry about"

"thank god, although you kinda looked like jack frost which was kinda hot....but no no no no i prefer brown, dont even think about it" she warned, i laughed at her statement, it kinda made me more confident, maybe i would look like jack frost "anyways, ill see you in a few, im almost at my house, gotta go, byeee" she said waving her hand at the camera

"byeeee" i put my hand in the frame and waved, she laughed and ended  the call...that was close

after a few curses and an hour of dying my hair, i finished! and im pretty proud of the results, lets just hope my hair doesnt fall out

*A/N: this is the only picture i found of a guy with a somewhat wavy hair so imagine this is him but with messier hair dye and its all over his hair but not till his roots, OH and silver lmao*

so i took a photo of my hair and sent it to ned, he was with me throughout the whole process coz i needed someone to talk to, i usually annoy y/n with my daily rants but i couldnt so ned had to hear me talk abt how Mrs Barbosa gave me extra homework for being late

After I texted Ned, I got a text from y/n/n

"Babyyyy 👀💕: hey Pete, where are we hanging out? My place or yours?"

I told her that she could come to my place because I got a 'surprise' for her, i knew i had to record this so i quickly placed my phone on the desk

"YOUR BITCH HAS ARRIVEDDD!" y/b barges in, flopping on the bed next to me

"h-hey y/n/n" i said laughing at her dramatic entrance but still confused on how she didn't  notice my hair, just act casual, she moved closer to my body looking at the computer thats on my lap

"what are you doing?" she asked curious "

oh nothing, just watching guys surprise their girlfriends with dying their hair a bad color"i laughed acting as casual as possible

"oh thats funny, but if you did that to m- *looks up* *big dramatic loud gasp* PETE- I- WHA- HOW-" her eyes were as big as ever, I've  never seen her this shocked "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LUCIOUS BROWN CURLS" she shouted completely ignoring my computer and sits on my lap to get a closer look

"YOUR curls?" i laughed

"yes MY curls what happened to the light brown almost hazel in the sunlight curls?" she brushes my hair through her fingers trying to get the dye out "i dont think my brain processed this yet- WAIT YOU DYED IT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS IT'LL STAY FOREVER?" looked down her mouth parted

"isn't  that what dying your hair means?"

"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS I MEAN ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT COLOR, AND WHY SILVER-ISH GREY?"

"I actually really like it" I said combing my hair through my fingers but she swatted it away so she could look at it more

"babe *laughs* you said I'd look like Jack Frost" I told her tilting my head

"well Jack Frost is hot but you're hott-ER I don't want you looking like Jack Frost because I said so! I love you for who you are....especially your brown hair"

"so if I told I like it you'd be ok with it?"

"Yes if you like it and it's your choice? %100"

"so what if I said it's a prank?" She was gonna nod her head coz she thought it was like the other question but then stopped midway and widened her eyes

"your kidding"

"yes in fact I am" I laugh and point at the camera and she gasps

"you..you....YOU BITCH" she punches my chest jokingly "I ALMOST GOT A HEART ATTACK AND GOT ALL SAPPY AND MUSHY FOR YOU JUST SO YOU COULD PRANK ME?!" she shouts point her hands everywhere "You know I was like scared! Coz you said you liked it and I was like, oh no I gotta get used to this no more chocolate curls, but not as in i lied I just gotta get used to it which added more pressure than I already felt!" She stated but I only laughed even more and awed

"babe don't worry"

"I HAD A MATH QUIZ TODAY" she point at herself "AND YOUR HERE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF?? no wait let me sit on the bed since you like when I sit on your lap"

"no no baby I'm sorry" I said while laughing, her face was hilarious

"no you're not! and no kisses till Monday" she huffs and looks at the wall, I give her ten seconds until she turns around to ask one more question, and she did

"hop on the shower we're cleaning the white of you, you Jack Frost wannabe" well more like a demand I huffed but got up with her and turned the recording off

"neds gonna love this"

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[mshermia]

A Dream Or A Nightmare

By @mshermia for @blackchessknight

Rating: Teen & Up

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Helen Cho, Steve Rogers, Ned Leeds

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission. When he wakes up, it dawns on Tony that Peter doesn't remember a few things; he didn’t just forget about Tony but also being Spider-Man. While Peter thinks he's living his teenage dream spending time with the freaking Avengers, Tony is petrified he might never get the kid back who remembered being his son.

Many thanks to @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for all their work on this! This story is part of the Friendly Neighborhood Exchange #4.

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There were post-mission problems - like when Tony had to iron out the kinks in his suit - no pun intended-and had to pick up the bill for the remodel of a skyscraper - but then there were post-mission problems - like when his kid was passed out in a hospital bed, both his legs and one arm in a full cast.

Like right now.

It had been a few hours since they had patched him up, but so far, there was no sign of consciousness in Peter. Cho had reiterated once or twice that his body simply needed the rest and Tony would just have to be a little patient for his healing factor to pick up the pieces. It would take a little time and a lot of energy and Tony would just have to sit there and let Peter's body do its job.

Which was just great. Really. Just awesome, because patience, well, patience was one of Tony's core qualities. He was great at it. Top tier.

With a groan, he buried his face in both of his hands. They were at 8 hours and 47 minutes now. 8 hours and 47 minutes since Cho had rolled Peter out of the treatment room, her face solemn but not unkind.

"Just go lie down, Tony," she had said. "It'll be a few hours before he wakes up. Just get some rest."

Like that line had ever worked on him. Like he had ever left Peter's side after a mission before. No, even if the thought of May's ghost coming back and haunting his ass for leaving Peter would have had its perks, he'd made a promise and meant to keep it. The kid was it for him. His responsibility. His job. Out of all of them, by far Tony's favorite job. His life, really.

There was no version of this where he would move from Peter's side.

The idea of sleep at this point was a farce. Whenever Tony even attempted to close his eyes, the memories of that afternoon washed back up. No matter how deep he tried to bury them, they just wouldn't stay covered. He could still see it, the force with which Peter had been smashed into the building. Could still hear the white noise of his racing heart as he had desperately tried to move the debris under which Peter had been buried. He didn't need the nightmares that were waiting for him to just give in, to rest and sleep. No, when Peter would wake up that was when he'd even start to think about getting some rest.

With all his determination - and the frequency that Tony had spent time next to Peter in the med wing over the last year or so - you'd think he might have invested in a few more comfortable chairs but there was something about him being in discomfort that made waiting for his kid to wake up a little more bearable. Only this time, it took a little too long. This time it wasn't just Tony's back that was strained and his legs that were cramping. His nerves were on edge. 8 hours and - now - 48 minutes. 

It felt like it was a little too long. He couldn't remember Peter ever being out cold this long before.

It took another 2 hours and 21 minutes until - thank the gods, all of them - Peter's eyelids fluttered. Slowly at first, confused and dazed until he squinted to the side, looking right at Tony.

"Good morning, sunshine," Tony greeted him, the smile on his lips entirely genuine.

For what felt like an unusually long moment, Peter simply looked at him like he didn't really see him. Like Tony was part of the wallpaper rather than sitting there, leaning in closer. The poor little buddy was still all punch-drunk, a little lost even.

"How's your head, kid?"

Peter blinked a couple of times, his eyes growing a little rounder, definitely wider, but his gaze never left Tony's face. "You... You're Tony Stark."

Panic flashed through Tony faster than lightning, goosebumps rising on his arm. Was he... did he not remember?

Peter's eyes on the other hand grew a little wider if that was even possible. "OMG, Iron Man... you're Iron Man." The corners of his mouth pulled into a wide smile.

That little prankster... Tony huffed out a breath, one hand clutching his heart. "Jeezes kid, you almost had me." Adrenaline was still pulsed through him but he couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't often, that Peter's pranks worked on him.

"H-had you?" The smile on Peter's lips faltered just as his brow furrowed. "Oh... oh, what the..." He pressed his eyes shut. Fingers and thumb of his right hand - the one left cast-free - rubbed across his temples. 

As fast as Tony's cramping legs allowed, he rushed forward, one hand on the back of Peter's head, the other on the side of his face. "It's okay..." With practiced ease, his fingers ran through Peter's hair, tracing back and forth across his skull with just enough pressure that it should help ease the pain.

Little by little, Peter's heavy breathing slowed, the tension on his face slowly ebbing away. 

"FRI, let's tilt up that headrest a bit." As the bed was moving Peter into more of an upright position, Tony tried to catch his eye. "That better?" 

When their eyes met, he couldn't help but flinch at the look of utter confusion on Peter's face. "Y-yeah," he mumbled, never looking away from Tony.

"Where else does it hurt?" Tony's fingers were still rubbing back and forth through Peter's soft locks, the pressure low just like Tony knew May used to do for him. Like he had done so many times ever since it had been just the two of them.

"I... I'm not..." He couldn't seem to find the words. "What happened?"

Tony tried to swallow the rising panic attack that was brewing just below his skin. "You don't remember?"

Just then, the door edged open. Natasha stuck her head into the room. "Well, look who's back amongst the living!" She smiled warmly as she stepped in.

Peter's face on the other hand went a little paler. "It's... it's the Widow," he mumbled to himself, then sucked in a shaky breath. "Black Widow and Iron Man. Black Widow and Iron Man. This is... this is... wow."

Nat glanced over at Tony, her eyebrows slowly rising. "Uh-oh... that doesn't sound good."

Tony swallowed hard. "FRI, can you get Helen for us? Fast."

 "Right away, boss."  

Peter's eyes blinked up to the ceiling. "Shit, that's so cool."

"Hey, buddy..." Tony's hand on the back of his head gave it a soft squeeze, just enough to get his attention back. "Pain level? On a scale of 1 to 10, where're we at?"

"Erm..." He wasn't even blinking, just staring at Tony.

"1 is stubbing your toe, 10 is Toomes dropping a building on you." His heart was racing but this was absolutely not the time for Tony to have a panic attack.

"A... a building," Peter asked, dumbfounded.

"Fuck." Tony's hands were starting to sweat.

A glance at Natasha didn't help his nerves at all. A deep frown and an unambiguous sense of worry had replaced the cool facade she usually displayed.

Once again, the door to the room was pushed open. Helen Cho was on the other side of Peter's bed before Tony had even blown out a deep sigh of relief. With Helen, Peter was in good hands, the best hands.

"Hi there, Peter." Helen smiled down at him before her eyes moved back to the monitor displaying his vitals. "It's good to see you up."

"Er... hello."

"His memory," Tony spluttered. "Please, do something!"

"Alright, relax..." Natasha stepped up next to him, her hands on his arms pulling him away from Peter. "Give her some room to work."

"It's okay. I got him, Tony." Helen gave him a smile that was surely meant to look encouraging. It was everything but that though. It resembled the one that she had given him right after the last time Tony had needed a long-ass session in the cradle, resembled it a little too closely for Tony's liking. Her smile turned a little warmer when she looked back at Peter. "Do you know who I am, dear?"

"You..." Peter blinked a few times, his cheeks turning pink. "You're the doctor? M-my doctor?"

"My name is Helen."

"Oh, right..." Peter gave a swift smile. "He-hello Doctor Helen."

"Do you know who this is?" She pointed at Tony.

The nervous little laugh that bubbled out of Peter would have been cute in any other circumstance. "That... that's Tony Stark," he whispered, repeatedly glancing at Tony, then added "Iron Man" just as quietly and with just as much awe.

Helen's smile didn't falter though. "Do you remember when you met Tony for the first time?"

"Er... well, yeah actually, it..." He rubbed a hand through his hair, eyes now on the sheets. "When I was... er... when I was 8. He..." The color on Peter's cheeks turned a little darker. "well, we didn't like meet-meet but kind of... met at the Expo. He... he helped me. Erm... blasted one of those Hammer drones away that... that was right in front of me."

Helen stole a glance in his direction but Tony could only shake his head. He had no idea what Peter was talking about. 

"Okay, what is the last thing you remember doing?"

Peter opened his mouth, then frowned. "I... er..." For a moment he just sat there, blinking at her, mouth still open. "I... I don't know."

"Alright. That's okay. Look at me for a moment." She leaned towards him, a little flashlight in her hand. "Do you know what day it is?"

"Er..." He struggled to keep his eyes open as Helen moved the light from one eye to the other.

She studied him closely, her frown deepening. "What year?" 

Peter didn't even try for an answer this time. His face fell a little with every passing moment, panic steadily replacing the awestruck expression on his face. "I don't... I don't know. I don't know!"

"It's alright," Helen soothed, patting his shoulder.

With wide eyes, Peter turned to Tony like he had all the answers but he was completely useless, struggling to even think of how to start fixing this. "What's happening, Helen? What... what do I need to do? Talk to me!"

"Okay, let's just... let's just stay calm." Natasha took another step forward, positioning herself between Tony and Peter's bed. "Tony, I'm looking at you."

His eyes shot up at her but the loud drum of his heart thundering in his ears made his head hurt.

"Right," he breathed.

"Listen, this, er..." Peter's voice was quiet, close to shaking. "Thank you, you know, but I... I should really call my aunt and uncle. They... they're probably worried and I don't want them to have to worry because if they worry then I worry and I—"

"Alright, just..." Tony's heart was racing. "We'll... we'll figure that out, okay?"

It took all the strength he had not to go running from that room. If his nerves had been rising before it was no contest to the adrenaline that was now pumping through Tony's veins. 

Peter didn't remember. Ben and May Parker were dead and the kid didn't remember.

Instead, he was staring at Tony, eyes wide in starstruck wonder. "Oh, okay," he nodded, cheeks burning. "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

Before Tony could even think about how he was supposed to deal with telling Peter the truth, once again, the door to his room was pushed open. This time it was Rogers, positively humming with his never-fading good spirits.

"Hi there, Peter." Steve cringed as he took in the casts on both his legs and arms, then winked. "You look a little tied up there."

"Captain America... Captain America knows my name," Peter mumbled as if to himself, eyes wide in awe. 

Eyebrows raised, Steve's glance shifted to Helen, then Tony. "Yikes."

The room was getting too crowded, giving Tony a fresh vibe of claustrophobia. Like she could smell it on him, Natasha grabbed him by the arm. 

"Maybe you should discuss the details of the situation with Helen in her office, hm?" 'Or anywhere but in this room' - was what her eyes were saying instead. 

"No," Tony mumbled. "I can't— I won't—"

"Nat and I will keep Peter here some company," Steve chimed in before flashing a toothy smile at Peter. "Sound good, kid?"

Mouth a little gaping, Peter nodded slowly. 

"Nat can tell you about the time she went to Kalkutta and tried to outsmart Bruce Banner," he smiled even wider. "That sound good to you?"

"Really... er... really good," Peter mumbled.

The idea of leaving Peter had Tony's anxiety spike but not as much as the thought of having to tell him about his uncle's murder and his aunt's illness. He didn't resist, letting his feet fall in front of each other one step at a time as Helen tugged him by the arm.

"We'll figure this out, Tony," she said after she closed the door behind them. "Just take a breath."

"I'll take a breath when I know he'll be okay," Tony hissed through his teeth. "What is going on? You said you did a scan! You said he'd be fine!"

She held up her hands like it was going to calm him. Like he was a fucking horse that got a little spooked.

"I'll have to run some more tests but with how you described his crash, it is likely that he suffered a traumatic brain injury which affects the memory-storage areas of his brain, which is why we originally did the first scan when you brought him in."

Goosebumps erupted on his skin and had him shiver in reaction. "He's got amnesia."

"Right," Helen nodded. "We'll have to monitor him to figure out how much of his memory he has lost and if it's limited to a retrograde amnesia or also impairs his ability to form new memories."

"Jeezes." His face buried in both his hands, Tony had trouble focusing on one coherent thought himself. He swallowed hard, eyes back on Helen. "Well, when are his memories going to be back?"

Helen's face was somber. "It's something we will have to reevaluate step by step."

"But..." Panic, worse than before, was making his heart race. "But he is going to get his memories back, right?"

"I don't know, Tony." Her sympathetic frown was not helping with his panic at all. 

"Well, what do you know?!" 

"Hey..." The door to Peter's room had opened and closed. Steve was next to him in a matter of moments. "You need to keep it down out here." One of his hands was on Tony's shoulder and led him further down the hallway as his head bowed towards him. "We'll figure this out, Tony. Just breathe, okay?"

It was easier said than done. Tony's lungs were reluctant to work. With every frantic beat of his heart, panic seemed to vibe in his core a little stronger. 

His focus was still on Helen. "There has to be something we can do, just... just tell me what I have to do!"

"I'm sorry, Tony, there is just too little that we know. With his healing factor, the injury to his brain might have been more severe than we could detect by the time you brought him to the Compound. It's possible that his body had already started the healing process and what we see now are the lingering symptoms from the injury." 

"He can't... he can't even remember his aunt and uncle dying! What..." Tony tangled both hands in his hair, pulling hard like the pain of it would ease the agony of his racing mind. "What am I supposed to tell him?"

"It's a difficult situation," Helen said, entirely unhelpful.

No longer able to keep his feet still, Tony moved away from her, back towards the door of Peter's room only to remember that behind lay his kid that didn't remember ever really meeting him. Didn't remember the months of agony after May's death they had overcome together. Tony couldn't do that again. He wouldn't be able to bear it, to see the kid hurting like that again, not now when Peter had finally managed to brave the heartache of his loss.

Tony turned away from the door to stalk down the corridor, running as far away as his trembling legs would let him, only to be stopped by Steve.

"Just sit down for a moment, okay?"

Tony shook his head. He couldn't sit. He couldn't keep the panic at bay any longer. He was going to combust.

But instead, two strong hands pressed down on his shoulders and he found himself sat in one of the chairs that lined the med wing's hallway. As fast as his knees gave way, so did his emotions finally bubble out of him. His face hidden behind both his hands, Tony tried to cover up the tears, his unsteady breathing as his anxiety got the better of him. Steve's hand that lay heavy around his shoulders actually didn't hurt. It grounded him just enough to cling to some of his composure.

"You should get some sleep," Steve mumbled. "He's not gonna be awake for long anyway with his body still healing. Just... lie down and rest and—"

"No," Tony croaked. Steve's arm slid away as Tony sat up straight again. "I'm not going anywhere." Repeatedly, he rubbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt across his face. "I'm all the family he has left. Just me and—" 

Right, there was one more person that was like family to Peter, like a brother.

"FRI!" Tony's eyes flickered up to the ceiling. "Get Happy to pick up Ned Leeds. Tell him to hurry."

 #

 For an hour and a half, Tony allowed Steve to distract him in the communal kitchen. He ate some of Sam's lasagne, snuck about 4 cups of espresso until FRIDAY finally announced the arrival of Ned and Happy.

It wasn't Ned's first visit to the Compound. Even though Tony and Peter usually lived at the Tower, he had taken the boys out to the Avengers complex upstate for a number of weekend trips. It got Peter's mind off his worries and the awestruck look on Ned's face was always a picture.

This was likely the first time that Ned refrained from gawking at the high ceiling of the lobby, his eyes on Tony.

"Let's go," Tony mumbled, dipping his head toward the med wing.

Ned didn't hesitate, his tension visible in his clenched fists. "What happened?"

Tony gritted his teeth, pushing the memory back down that wanted to send him spiraling once again. "He got thrown against a building and that hard skull of his brought down the whole thing on top of him."

Ned blew out a shaky breath. "But he's awake?"

"Yeah, only can't remember m-much." Tony had just about stopped himself from a 'remember me' slipping off his tongue.

Ned glanced at him. "And you think me being here will help?"

"He doesn't remember that May and Ben are dead. I think maybe... maybe a friendly face will help. Even if it doesn't trigger anything. Just to..." Tony sucked in a sharp breath, "to soften the blow."

Ned cursed then his head turned back to Tony. "Wait, but..." He shook his head. "He still knows who you are, right?"

Avoiding Ned's face, he tried really hard to keep the emotion out of his voice. "He remembers Iron Man."

Before Ned could say another word, Tony pushed open the door to Peter's room. Natasha was still sitting next to his bed but quickly receded to the back wall as Peter's enthusiastic voice echoed through the room!

"Ned! You're here!" Awkwardly with his legs and one arm a little elevated in their casts, Peter waved at him with his good hand. "Hi there, Mr. Stark," he added, his cheeks once again blushing profusely.

"Shit, dude, your legs!" 

A little hesitant, Ned moved closer to the bed. But when Peter stretched out his hand, ready to greet him with their signature handshake, the tension in Ned's shoulders lifted.

"I know right? It's sick!" Then he shrugged. "At least it should get me out of PE."

"For a little while at least." 

Helen had made her way back into the room right after them. She placed a hand on Tony's upped arm, squeezing it reassuringly. This is where they were supposed to start. Talk about Peter's physical recovery before they headed down the dark winding road of his amnesia.

"When you've eaten, we'll have to get a couple more scans in but right now," she continued. "But right now I see no reason why it should take you longer than the normal ten days for multiple broken limbs until the casts can come off."

"Ten days? What," Peter snorted. "What kind of doctor are you?"

"Dude..." Ned's eyes were wide, as he glanced over at Helen.

"I... I'm sorry! So sorry," Peter's face turned beet-root-red. "I just... last time I broke my arm it... it took like seven months till the cast came off. Re-remember, Ned? I...I couldn't even play with your new playstation all summer!"

It didn't come as a real surprise to Tony, not at this point. He didn't remember being Spider-Man. Tony had feared as much since Ben Parker had died a few weeks after Peter's bite.

"Yeah, but..." Ned looked right at Peter. "But that was before."

"Before?" Peter frowned at him, then shook his head. "Before what?"

Both Ned and Helen turned to Tony, waiting expectantly for him to say something but Tony couldn't find the words. He didn't know where to begin. Before panic could take hold of his body and soul once more, it was Natasha who stepped up.

"Before you got your powers," she said like she was talking about yesterday's weather.

Slowly, Peter's eyes shifted from person to person before he glanced back at Nat. "My powers?"

"Yes, that was before you were bitten by a radioactive spider and developed superhuman strength and healing abilities." She tilted her head a little, studying him like this was the key that would bring back the kid's memory. "You also stick to things. Like walls."

"Radioactive spider?" Peter's eyebrows slowly rose closer and closer to his hairline. "And I stick to things." After another glance at Ned who nodded enthusiastically, Peter bit his lip. "So, I have superpowers. And I guess... I guess being here with you..." there was another pause while he gnawed at his lip a little harder. "I guess that means I use those powers to like help you?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Correct." 

The corners of Peter's mouth twitched. It was painfully obvious how he tried to suppress a wide smirk. "Can you imagine?" He turned to Ned. "May finding out I'm a superhero? She'd lose her mind."

"Er... Peter..." Ned's face was long and a little spooked.

"What?" Peter mumbled, the smile falling off his lips. He looked from one person to the next waiting for someone to offer up more information.

Tony's chest was tight but there was no way around it. This was his responsibility. He would have to be the one and he'd catch Peter once again when he would crumble under the news.

"Peter, I'm afraid your aunt and your uncle, they are no longer with us." Tony did his best to keep his voice clear, his tone sincere. He edged a little closer to Peter's bed then sat done at the foot end of it, ready to pull him close. "Ben died a little more than 2 years ago. May a year later."

"Oh." For a moment, Peter's face was blank, then he grimaced. "Damn, that's a little harsh, killing off the family to hang out with the freaking Avengers. Your brain's messed up, Parker," he mumbled under his breath. "I'm gonna have to bake them a cake."

"Pete..." Tony frowned and reached his hand out, not quite finding the confidence to take Peter's hand, he awkwardly squeezed the side of his bed instead. "I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, no, right..." Quickly, Peter nodded, his eyes on the hand Tony had edged towards him. "Me too. Me too. That's... that's not cool. I mean like... like bad."

Dread was crawling up Tony's spine. 

"So then," Peter cleared his throat. "I guess I'm not staying in the apartment anymore or did I..." He squinted at Natasha like she was the best source of good information. "Did I get a job?"

"No," Ned shook his head, a subtle sense of irritation swinging in his voice. "You live with Tony."

"With Tony?" Peter followed Ned's finger that was pointing straight at Tony's chest. "I'm living with Tony." His hand flew up to cover his mouth a little too late to cover the snort he hadn't been able to hold back. "Sorry, of course I do..." Peter mumbled through his hand as Ned turned around looking right at Tony, his face full of shock. 

All Tony could do was sit there. This was worse than he would have thought. This was a whole different level of denial.

"I'm sorry," Peter mumbled again then pointed at Ned, "you'll get such a kick out of this." The hand now rubbing across his face, he shook his head and mumbled, "God, I hope, I'll remember this when I wake up."

Tony's heart sank. It sank all the way to his stomach where it lay like a heavy undigestible piece of useless flesh. Which was worse, Peter's refusal to believe the painful truth or that the idea of him living with Tony was such a joke? A sense of bottomless sorrow washed over him unbroken as Natasha pulled him out of the room by his arm.

"He'll get there," she mumbled, squeezing both his shoulders. "It's a lot to take in all at once but there is no way around it."

"I... I don't know how to do this," Tony whispered.

"We're here with you." One of her hands forced his chin up, forced him to look at her through his tears. "We're right here with you. Every step of the way, okay?"

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Of course, I couldn't resist making this a longer story, so there'll be a second chapter (probably) tomorrow ;)

[ayzrules]

✶ 𝐇𝐗𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   Long story short, I have been thinking about this for wayyyyy too long now and wanted to get some ~thoughts~ & analysis written down! This post is going to be...fairly long, lol. Apologies in advance :D

  Also, if you can’t see the last gif (the one for ‘holy’), click here. Tumblr keeps fucking up the image when i try to upload it :////

  This post is probably going to be about 2/3 yorknew & phantom troupe/kurapika focused, 1/3 chimera ants, maybe with some references to other arcs (including manga-only arcs) mixed in. so, ofc, tons of spoilers ahead! also, i realize that my blog theme is hard to read (and i’m p sure clicking ‘keep reading’ sends you to the og post itself), so i’m linking the post w/ full text copy/pasted in on my art backup side blog (which has a more legible font) here. 

✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   I’m sure absolutely nobody is surprised with me starting here - there is just. SO. MUCH. DEATH. in hxh. & right from the start, one thing I noticed that togashi really emphasized was the #4 and its connection to death. in japanese, chinese, and im p sure some other asian cultures the number 4 is pronounced like the word for death so it’s associated with death in general, and boy oh boy does the ‘deadly number 4′ thing show up E V E R Y W H E R E. we get to the hunter exam, and hisoka is applicant #44. kurapika is #404. i didn’t notice it at first, but this was so intentional holy shit. togashi is NOT SUBTLE.

  So pika & hisoka are, right off the bat, associated with death. okay. and then there are even more clues to drive the point home: hisoka is member #4 in the phantom troupe, kurapika’s birthday is april 4th (aka 4/4). 100% not a coincidence (!!). with hisoka, it’s pretty obvious why togashi’s throwing all this death 444444 stuff around - dude is a psycho murder pedo clown, literally gets off on killing people (and there’s also the fact that judas sits 4th from the left in the last supper painting, and he’s sort of the judas equivalent for the phantom troupe). with kurapika, though, it’s a bit more subtle and woven deeper into his characterization, which i LOVE. togashi puts the mans in blue & gold & white (traditionally ‘pure’ or ‘heavenly’ colors), makes him so fucking kind & so good-hearted.....when he’s not relentlessly pursuing his revenge, ofc. more on this in the next section, but pika = death. togashi has made that v v v clear.

  Backtracking a bit to hisoka, though, I also just wanted to point out the 4 is death symbolism in the fortunes too (GOD i love the fortunes): in one translation, he’s the false fourth moon, and in the og japanese (i think), he’s the false hare (4th in the lunar zodiac or w/e it’s called. i don’t know the japanese cultural influences here, but in the chinese legend that established the zodiac animals, they race across the heavenly river & the top 12 animals got zodiac slots. the hare finished 4th, so it’s #4 in the cycle). 

  And just as a final note, Tserriednich is the fourth prince of the kakin empire, and also another dude who has a hard-on for murder & other gory shit. again: togashi is not subtle with this, lmfao

✶ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘   As probably everyone who’s gotten to yorknew knows, togashi is so 0 fucks given when he wants to be. I mean there’s the whole thing where he just. took New York and decided, Yorknew. LMFAO, but also, he made the main antag of that arc be named chrollo lucilfer, sit around in a ruined church, have a reversed cross coat, pale & dark-haired/dark-eyed, generally dressed in dark colors, very terrible murder guy. liiiike......chrollo x devil symbolism game is 1000/10 at this point lmaooo

  And i know absolutely nothing about christianity in general, but pt/kurapika & yorknew arc is just so full of christian imagery/symbolism! one thing that i L O O O O O O V E though is how togashi really blurs the traditional christian-coded good/evil, holy/damned boundaries.

  Back to kurapika: he wears gold and blue, his coloring is very stereotypically ‘angelic’, he’s precious and good and kind. his chains are all about ~judgment~ and ~healing~ - some of the chains are also in literal cross shapes, aren’t they? And the chain dagger in his own heart...the imagery is very startlingly similar to the immaculate heart of mary, where the swords stabbing thru the heart apparently represent seven sorrows. IDK much about this stuff other than the visual similarities; literally had to google ‘daggers through heart christianity?’ to even get the name of that thing LOL. anyway, at first, it seems like togashi establishes him as the ‘angel’, the ‘good’, the ‘holy’ in the angel/devil, good/evil, holy/damned dichotomy between him and chrollo.

  But that’s not the end of the story. his entire storyline is driven by a huuuuuuuge giant desire for vengeance, first of all, and then there’s the scarlet eyes, which canonically are seen as demonic/cursed/what have you (according to one of the movies or smth? where they show pika as a 10 y/o?), and then we also have red eyes in modern culture being associated w pretty much the same thing (vampires, anyone?). the fight scene with uvo has everything in b&w besides the blood on his face & his red eyes & the moon (<<< more fortune foreshadowing & symbolism, i love to see it), and there are tonssss of scenes where he has to suppress his rage. so all of that is obviously not very angelic of him i would say LOL. in fact, what i find super interesting is that the scarlet/red eyes (which are ‘demonic’) is actually the driving factor behind his super powerful nen abilities; this ties in so well with the fortunes & death associations imo! the fortunes call him the ‘death-bringer’ in one translation, or ‘half-angel, half-death’, so that’s one side of pika = red eyes = death, but there’s also the fact that emperor time is literally draining his life force. so pika = death for both himself and others namely the pt, question mark?

  Now for chrollo: togashi’s devil symbolism is EXTREMELY overt with him, but i love the subtler jesus references too. the church thing, obviously, and the st. peters cross which is cuz st peter respected jesus too much & didn’t think he was worthy to die in the same way as him (or something like that, i am the most atheist person in the world & hxh is literally my entire christian education pls) but is also used as an anti-christianity symbol these days. bandit’s secret looks like a bible, lbr, and mans has a cross tattoo.

  Other things beyond visuals - 12 spiders, 12 apostles; hisoka’s betrayal, where member #4 can be thought to correspond to judas sitting 4th from left at last supper. and this miiiiight be a bit of a stretch, but i think the meteor city being the place of origin may also play into the blurred line between angel/devil and holy/damned here; meteors are defined as space rocks that are in earth’s atmosphere, becoming incandescent in the process. meteorites are for the kinds that actually reach the ground. and idk, lucifer was cast out of heaven / sky too right? so i think there might be some subtle fallen angel imagery/symbolism playing into the pt as well

✶ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒)   Last section yay! i don’t have as much to say about this, besides when i was making chimera ant arc edits & realized that there might have been some subtle gon/meruem parallels???

  So obviously, everyone knows that line killua says to gon - “you are light” - and then i was just remembering that meruem’s name means.... “light that illuminates all” (!!!!). maybe it’s a coincidence, but knowing togashi, i’m leaning towards nahhhh. there HAS TO be some kinda meaning there (!!).

  Going back to the events of the chimera ant arc....ooh boy. let’s see: gon is optimistic & hopeful even in the face of kite potentially being dead, killua says he’s light, they find kite & dude is fucked up, gon is pissed. gets all angry & ~dark~, especially during the palace invasion when he’s staring pitou down as she fixes up komugi. then the actual fight against pitou: more darkness, more anger, but through it all there’s still light, namely his jajanken being very orange & fiery lookin.....and that final sequence, where he puts all his possible nen he’d ever have into his ~final form~ or wahtever & turns into a male version of true form!bisky but dressed in a crop top & short-shorts (i am SCARRED, btw. s c a r r e d !). there’s just huuuge flashes of light as that’s going on, and it reminded me of supernovas or dying stars when i was thinking about it, where the star is like, collapsing under its own weight? & burning thru its own fuel, until there’s nothing left except a dwarf or black hole or what have you. one final, extremely deadly burst of light & energy before death.

  On the meruem side of things: born into a dark cave, exhibits a traditionally evil/cruel/wicked/whatever personality/traits so that has ppl associating him with darkness. then he gets to know komugi, starts to appreciate other aspects of humanity, seems like he could have actually turned into a decent person who doesn’t want to eat everyone - so that’s a ‘path to light’, maybe? - and then the extermination team yeets themselves into the palace, netero takes him out to bumfuck nowhere, they fight. netero’s fighting is just ALL light, from his giant ass golden 100-type guanyin bodhisattva to the poor man’s rose. again, there’s the sense of finality to it all, in a similar vein to dying stars: netero comes in determined to kill meruem no matter what, and we all know netero doesn’t flake. then we see netero get destroyed after the zero hand, and he triggers the rose, and everything is burning & on fire before the flames are put out and all turns dark again.

  But wait!!! pouf & youpi revive meruem and all he does is play gungi with komugi, even with the poison of the rose. he eventually dies, and the gungi pieces in that final shot of them together (i am BAWLING just thinking about it holy shit) has one that’s all white, one that’s a black ring and white inside. i assume all white is for komugi, who has never done ANYTHING wrong in her LIFE, so i like to think that the 2nd one is for meruem - born “into darkness”, literally & figuratively, but he turns something like ‘good’ by the end. it’s interesting how togashi has sort of gone for a bit of a subversion here: the hero going from light to darkness, and the main antag from darkness to light.

✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍   AahhhhHHHHHhhh so if you read all the way down here through my LONG rambles, tysm! i would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear what other people think about all this, and i’ve FOR SURE missed tons and tons of stuff - chimera ants is just. SO MUCH. and i don’t know it as well as yorknew eeek.

  I’m not sure if i’m really ~knowledgeable~ in any other areas relating to hxh, so this might be the only one of these that i do, but i definitely think about some of this - esp all the religious symbolism & #4 stuff - a ton! so in the meantime, if it’s of any interest, i’m just going to shamelessly plug my hxh x religious beliefs/superstitions edit series :D lots of love to all!!!

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Where My Demon’s Hide (A Zak Bagans x Nephilim Reader SMUT!)

WARNINGS: SMUT, LANGUAGE

SPECIAL THANKS TO: @xcazzax​ who not only gave me this idea but who has inspired me to maybe write Zak Bagans fics for each day of October (or at least try to). Thanks girly, for helping me get my mojo back. 😊

I arrived at the Asylum just as they were setting up the cameras. I've been with the GAC for a few years now and I have yet to have a boring day with them. They are and always will be my family. Aaron, was like a goofball older brother who smokes like a chimney, looks tough as shit but is actually chicken shit (not that that's a bad thing, lord knows I'm not brave when locked in a haunted room  on my lonesome). Billy is my punk rock brother who has also not grown out of the punk/emo phase of life. Jay is the responsible one of the group (aka the dad) who sometimes looks like he's ashamed of having raised such dumbass kids.  And there's Zak, the main man of GAC who is both crazy and beautiful. He wasn't afraid to get in an evil spirits face, and even opened up his home to those who were harming others in their old one's. It's that twisted generosity that has led to moments like these.

Aaron looked nervous and Billy seemed to not want to leave the van unless absolutely necessary. That only meant one thing.

“How is he?” I asked Aaron who was getting the equipment ready.

“Um, well...”

“ C'MON SHOW YOURSELF YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” We heard Zak yell from inside the asylum.

“Oh,” I sighed. I swear it was like Zak attracted evil (and sometimes demonic) spirits like chocolate attracts a hoard of kids. Then again he was more than okay with investigating places with the most gruesome of histories. “I'll see if I can cool him down before the shoot. Just hang tight.”

“'Kay, good luck Y/N.” Aaron said.

I grabbed a flashlight from the van and walked in to the asylum. Zak was in the middle of reception area with a wild look in his eye. “Zak?”

He looked at me. “There's something here I-I know it!”

I looked around not seeing anything until my eyes landed on a shadowy figure hovering around Zak. Ah shit. “Zak it's not one of the residents,” I said. “One of your little friends is just being an asshole.”

The shadow looked up and snarled at me.

“Yeah I'm talking about you,” I rolled my eyes. “Now kindly fuck off before I hose your sorry ass down with holy water.”

It growled and vanished.

“Thanks,” Zak said calming down a bit.

“We really need to do something about this Zak,” I said. “You can't keep letting them get to you like that. It's how they win.”

“I know but...I don't know how else to keep them from hurting anyone,” he said. “From hurting you.”

“Well it's gone for now, and that's all that matters,” I said brushing his cheek with my hand. “Now are we just gonna chill in here or are we gonna investigate this bitch?”

He smirked. “C'mon my ghost whisperer let's get you a mic and a camera.” He threw his arm around my shoulders and escorted me back out of the asylum and to the GAC van.

Eventually the sun went down fully and the haunting hour was upon us. “Okay Y/N why don't you stay here by yourself for a bit and see what you can get.” Zak said when we reached the children's ward.. Sadistic fucker.

“Sure,” I said. He and the crew left and I sat down cross-legged on the ground and put my 'gift' to work. “Hello there. I was wondering if we could talk for a minute if that's okay.” I placed the spirit box on the floor in front of me. “You see this little box? Well if you talk into it I can hear you...er I mean the world will hear you. I for one don't really need it. So what do you say?”

“D-Do you know where my mommy is?” A small voice called out in the darkness.

I sighed. “No sweetie, I don't...what's your name?”

“H-Hazel,” she said.

“It's nice to meet you, Hazel, I'm Y/N,” I said. “Can you do me a favor and speak into this?” I motioned at the spirit box. “My friends really want to know you, and help you if we can.”

“R-Really? Wuh-What about Dr. Meanie?” she asked.

“Dr. Bronson can't hurt you anymore,” I said. “And if he tries, he'll have to deal with me.”

I suddenly felt a weight on my lap, like that of a small child snuggling up to mommy.

“I-Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yes, beautiful, it's fine.” I reached out and wrapped my arms around her. “God, how did such a sweet little angel like you end up here? This is no place for a child.”

“M-Mommy came here when I was still in her tummy,” she explained. “They took me away after I was born and I never saw her again.”

“Do you know how you ended up like this?” I asked. “You're awfully young to be as you are.”

“I-I got sick...Dr. Meanie wouldn't give me my medicine 'cause I slapped Tippy on the head for pulling my hair. One day I went to sleep, and...and suddenly I was invisible.”

“Have you tried to go into the light?” I asked. “I'm sure you'll find your mommy there, and someday I'll be there too.”

“I thought I saw it once but...I was afraid. Dr. Meanie tells us it's not safe.”

“It is safe,” I said. “I promise you it is a thousand times better than this place.” I wanted to say shit hole but I had a rule about cussing in front of kids, even the dead ones.

“It's in my room,” she whispered.

I sniffed back a tear and kissed the top of her head. “Go to it,” I urged her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, angels belong in heaven after all,” I said brushed her cheek and she giggled.

“Thank you, Ms. Y/M,” she said standing up and vanishing through the nearby doorway.

“Good bye sweet angel,” I said before turning off the spirit box and pausing my camera.

I left the ward and got Zak on the walkie. “Alright, I'm done.”

“'Kay I'm down in the basement if you wanna...WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Zak?” He didn't answer. “ZAK!?” Still nothing. I sighed. “Dammit.”

I took off running.

Down in the basement Zak was looking around and shouting like a madman. “Zak what happened?! What's going on?!”

“There was a shadowing standing right fucking next to me,” he said. I looked around and sure enough a tall shadowy figured hovered behind him.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” I snapped at it.

“My, my...” it said smugly. “Aren't you an interesting specimen.”

“Leave us alone, now!” I said. It laughed. “I'm not fucking around! Leave and never return to this sacred ground.” He flinched at the words I've said more times than I would like.

“Foolish woman,” he laughed. “This place is anything but sacred.”

“It wasn't in your time,” I said walking towards a nearby wall. “But now...” I took my bottle of holy water and dabbed some onto my hand. I then drew a cross on the wall.

“Is that all you got?” the demon scoffed.

I smirked. “Lesson number one in haunting,” I said taking out my small switchblade. I made a small cut on my fore finger  and drew a symbol on the wall above the cross. A symbol no demon could fight against. “Don't piss off a Nephilim.”

The empty pits where it's eyes once were widened and a loud roar erupted from its mouth.  

“I, Y/N, the daughter of Michael send thee to the house of thy uncle Lucifer...may he not have mercy on your soul.” The ground opened up and the shadow was swallowed by a wall of flames. “I hate fucking demons,” I muttered once it was gone.

Zak looked at me in shock. “Is there really never gonna be a time when this doesn't surprise you?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said snapping out of it.

“You feeling okay?” I asked placing my hand on his cheek.

“Yeah,” he said. “Thanks...”

“Anytime,” I said pecking him on the cheek.

We continued investigating and got plenty of evidence that made sleeping not an option for the next year.

That night we were hold up in a hotel. I couldn't sleep so once I was showered and jammied up I went for a walk. So many different things ran through my mind and I tried to sort them out as best I could. But then I heard the shouting...

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” Zak damn near roared. “For fucks sake!” I heard him cry.

I went up to his door and knocked furiously. “Zak it's me, let me in!”

“Not now Y/N,” he begged.

“Yes now,” I snapped at him. “I know there's someone there with you and I'm the only one who can help, so let me fucking in!”

A moment later the door opened and Zak stood there looking exhausted and just done with life. It was terrifying and heartbreaking. ..but it was nothing compared to what his friend looked like. It was a snarling beast with skin resembling that of a dried date; brown and shiny. It's arm was around Zak's neck, holding him in a choke-hold. “He is mine.” It said, it's voice deep and chilling.

“No,” I said. “No he fucking isn't!”

I wrapped my arms around Zak and the demon let go as though it had burned. “A daughter of Michael...why am I not surprised?”

“In the name of my father leave this place!” I demanded.

“Brave like your father...” It said. “Unfortunately you're as foolish as he is as well. Watch your back daughter of Michael for I am not the only one in this world and my brethren aren't as friendly as I...” Friendly. My. Ass.

“IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER LEAVE THIS PLACE YOU COCKAROACH LOOKING SHIT!” I demanded once more...this time he listened.

With the demon gone I pulled back. “It's gone.”

Zak nodded. “Which one was it?”

“I think it was one of the pests you picked up at Bobby Mackey's.” I explained helping him to his bed.

“I thought we got rid of all of them?” he asked.

“Yeah well it seems this conniving little fucker did a good job of hiding during the clean up,”  I said. “You gonna be okay?”

“I think so,” he said. “But I'd still feel better if you stayed...if that's alright.”

“You don't even have to ask,” I said rubbing his back with my hand. “Jesus,” I gasped. “You're burning up!”

“I just had a hot shower...the tap might have been busted 'cause shit was that water scalding.” I rolled my eyes.

“It didn't burn you too bad did it?” I asked. He shrugged. “Alright off with the shirt.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Not like that...I just wanna check for burns.”

He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. I crawled behind him on the bed and inspected his back. His skin was smooth, without so much as a scar. Even the tattoo on top was left unscathed. I leaned in and brought my lips to it. “You're good,” I said.

He turned around and our faces were suddenly closer than they've ever been. “Z-Zak?”

He said nothing...just leaned in and brought his lips to mine. So far in this brief life I've had four unforgettable nights.

The first was when I first met my dad when I was five. The second was when I found out what I was when I was thirteen...I felt at peace knowing everything I'd experienced finally made sense. The third was when I used my power to help the spirit of my best friend move on after a drunken asshole took her life. The fourth was the first time I went to Zak's house and gave him answers about the entities there.

And now...I was experiencing my fifth.

After a while Zak and I leaned back on the bed. His pants wound up joining his shirt, and eventually my clothes followed. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as he pushed into me. I gasped. Like the rest of him, his length was pretty... thick.

I whimpered as he moved inside me. Our skin slapped together and he grunted with almost every thrust. I don't know how much time had passed but eventually I tightened around him, my toes curling up. “ZAAAK!!!” I moaned as my whole body tensed up.

Zak thrust a few more time, each time becoming more sloppy. “FUCK!” He groaned as he filled me up. He collapsed beside me and eventually sleep overcame us.

“I love you,” I whispered just before I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up needing very badly to pee. I tiptoed to the bathroom (not wanting to wake Zak) and relieved myself. When I got back Zak was sitting up with a confused look on his face.

“Zak?” I said sitting back down next to him.

He looked at me and tightened the blanket around his hips. “Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK?”

“What? What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? Are you fucking serious?” he said freaking out. “You're naked! FUCK, I'M NAKED! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!”

“Y-You mean you don't remember?” I said suddenly feeling uneasy.

“I remember coming back to the room after the investigation. I-I remember the inhumanly hot shower...then I saw this..this thing...next thing I know I'm waking up naked and raw.” My unease grew.

“I-I don't under...” I suddenly saw a dark, leathery skinned figure standing beside Zak's side of the bed. It had a sickening smirk on it's face.

“My brother was right, daughter of Michael,” it snarled. “You really are foolish.”

Realization hit me like a truck.

“SON OF A-!”

[axther]

every second i get

in which Midoriya is forced to deal with his friends trying to get him and his crush together. 

for @patt-writes-stuff

Midoriya tried not to make regrets. 

This might’ve sounded strange, maybe obvious. But he took chances when he had them. He took the leap, hurtled off edges that others might’ve been worried about because he was finally able to do what he always wanted to. He put a thousand percent into everything he did. 

But this? This was some bullshit. 

Recently, as an example of goodwill, U.A. took in several exchange students from other countries. They were all valuable and magnificent in their own right, with talents that Midoriya could only awe at. One had the ability to rewind time under a full moon. Another could breathe underwater. 

But most of all, one could read minds. 

YN LN rarely used it, but it was said that there was a villain attack back at her own school, and she defeated them by only spamming their mind with cringy, outdated Ugandan Knuckles memes. It was funny, of course, but also incredibly powerful. Some mentioned that she was in the same boat as Shinsou, but she seemed to take it much better than he did. 

Oh, and she was cute. Really cute. 

Midoriya would catch peeks of her in the hallways, waltzing to her class with her books close to her and her eyes shining in the afternoon light. She always seemed to have someone at her side, talking softly with them, or maybe laughing loudly. But she was popular, kind, and strong.

Everything that Midoriya felt he wasn’t. 

Of course, he had friends. His quirk was certainly useful, though it had it’s drawbacks. But she was gentle and sweet. Even Bakugou tolerated her and didn’t give her a nasty nickname, which was definitely new. 

So when Mina waltzed up to him with a sneaky grin, he was worried. 

“Heyyyyy, Deku!” She tittiered, leaning on him in a way that was more than friendly but less than flirting. “You like YN, right?” 

“H-huh?!” Midoriya flushed bright red, flailing his arms comically as if to fend off the accusation. “N-no! I mean, she’s really nice b-but I totally don’t have a crush on her and I don’t want-er, really need to dater her, I mean if she asked I would say yes but I don’t have a crush and it’s really not-!” “We get the idea, loverboy.” Mina cut Midoriya off before he could ramble any more, and turned him around to see Sero talking with Denki and Todoroki. “Sero’s gonna have a party tonight. And guess who’s gonna be there~?” “Y-YN?” Midoriya’s flush went down, but barely. 

“You got it! All the transfer are going to be there, and we’re going to rope her into a game of truth or dare!” Mina cheered, but Midoriya recoiled. 

“Wait! What?!” “Yeah! And you’ll get to find out if she has a crush on you!” “What?!” Midoriya leapt away from her, bright red again, and gasping. “That’s-!” “We’re fuckin tired of seeing you pine, asshole.” Bakugou bit from his seat. “Either get your shit broken or date her. I don’t give a fuck.” “Oh, don’t lie like that!” Mina chastised him and swatted at his head, making him growl in response. “He does care! It was his idea!” “Shut the fuck up!” 

Midoriya felt nervousness crawl up his spine, a chill settling in his heart. What if he got publicly rejected? Oh god! What if she said she liked him? How would he react? Would he hug her? Thank her and bow? Kiss her, even? Oh my god! Kiss her?! What kind of response is that?! 

His mind was on overdrive, thinking in all caps and screaming at the top of his proverbial lungs. All sorts of scenarios played through his head, most of which were not meant for public consumption. It was pure chaos until he realised he was being shaken by Tsuyu grabbing his shoulders. It made his head roll around until he came to. “O-oh! Tsu! Sorry!” “It’s okay, kero.” She let go, pointing at her chin. “If this is how you act now, I wanna see how you act with YN in the same room.” “S-same...room…” “Shit, it’s happening again! Someone! Stop him!” 

Midoriya was a foot away from her. 

They were sitting on the couch together, with Denki between the two of them. The room felt like it was filled with lava; bubbling, hot, and too full. Every other second was spent glancing at YN, who was preoccupied with a game of twister that Jirou and Bakugou were fully absorbed in. They were practically doing aerobatics, growling at each other in a refusal to step down. The tension was climbing until one of Jirou’s ear jacks conveniently got under Bakugou’s hand and made him slip. It was almost artistic how she still stood where he fell, but in the end, Bakugou lost, and most of the class was willing to overlook the foul. 

And then came the dreaded truth or dare. 

For whatever reason, Sero brought a bottle, but spin the bottle was quickly shut down once everyone realised they would have to tape Mineta to the upside of the ceiling. They chose to tape him anyway, which led to some confusion on what they were going to play, but it remained truth or dare. 

The first to go was Ochako, who dared Tsuyu to smack Kirishima with her tongue. She did so and almost knocked him out, but he assured her he was fine and the game went on. Late into the night, borderline dangerous dares (“Hey, Bakugou, can you explode in your mouth?”) and embarrassing truths (like the time Todoroki froze over his own underwear and used Midoriya’s All Might underwear, which Midoriya found more mortifying than Todoroki did) were traded around, until it landed on YN for the first time all night. 

“Eh, YN.” Ochako murmured past the thirteen marshmallows in her mouth. “Do you hath a cruth on nnieeone?” “Huh?” YN tilted her head, crossing her legs with a bit of sass. “Now, isn’t that a bit…?” “Nobe!” Ochako chirped, her face splitting into a grin. “Anthwer!” “Ocha…” YN extended her hand, sighing. “I, well…” “You tho! You tho!” Ochako cheered. Midoriya didn’t realise he was on the edge of his seat until he almost fell off. “Thay it!” “Well, maybe…” She pursed his lips. “I can tell you he’s in this room.” Midoriya’s heart skyrocketed. In this room!? There was only him, and Bakugou, and Todoroki, Sero, Denki, Mineta, and Shoki and Tokoyami, Aoyama, Iida, Ojirou, Kirishima, Koda, Sato… Midoriya’s hopes plummetted. It didn’t narrow it down by a lot. 

“Yeah?! Who?! Who?!” “He has...a darker palette?” YN tapped a finger to her chin, trying to dance around the question. It cancelled out Denki, Bakugou, Todoroki, Sato, Ojirou, Aoyama, Koda, and kind of Kirishima if Midoriya squinted. 

“And he’s really smart, and does really well in class.” That definitely outs Kirishima and Sero. Ojiro, Koda, Tokoyami, Aoyama, and Shoji weren’t exceptional in class, either. So all that was left was…

Midoriya’s brain stopped. It stopped fully in its tracks. 

All it left was him. 

It was like he did a mental stutter, the couch feeling like a rock and his hands feeling far too sweaty for his liking. He wiped them on his jeans, but they seemed to be just as sweaty as before. He swallowed. He slicked back his hair a bit. His eyes wandered. Every second felt far too long. 

“That’s not enough, YN.” Mina whined, tipping back so she was laying on the floor. “You have to tell tell us!” “Nah.” She reclined into her hand with a soft smile, blinking slowly. She seemed satisfied, despite the other girl’s begging for more information. Midoriya coughed into his fist, trying to regain his sensibility before slowly rising. 

“I, uh, I’m gonna head to bed!” “Whaaaatttt?” Mina crooned, leaning forward. “Why? Not even Bakugou has gone to bed yet.” 

“Shut up!” “I’m just tired,” Midoriya rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, trying to edge away. Before he could, though, YN rose up and took a deep breath. 

“I’m going to bed, too.” She smiled, nodding her head. “We need to get sleep while we can, right?” “Ughhhhhh,” Ochako groaned, finally swallowing the marshmallows. “Fine. But it won’t be the same!” 

“That sounds like a you problem.” YN sassed before walking past Midoriya, glancing at him when she passed. It was as intimidating and romantic as eye contact could be, and made his knees grow weak. 

“R-right.” Midoriya said, though no one asked him anything. “Sure.” “Huh? Dude, are you okay?” Kirishima leans over, but Midoriya just shakes his head as he watches YN walk away. “Y-Yeah!” He juts his thumb towards the hallway, wondering how long leaving was going to take. “I’m just...gonna go.” Before anyone else could say anything, he booked it until he turned the corner and was out of sight. He was panting, but less out of the running than it was nervousness. He kept looking behind him, like he was expecting one of his classmates to come barrelling at him. He turned a second corner, only to bump directly into YN. She had been standing, waiting there for him, with a deep stare. “Hey, Izuku.” 

Midoriya jumped, nearly hopping out of his skin at her gentle, quiet tone. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were bearing into him. 

“O-Oh! YN! Hi! Hey! I mean, uh, I thought you were going to bed.” He started backing away slowly until his back hit the wall. “Yeah. But I wanted to talk to you.” YN brought her arms up and promptly slammed them on either side of Midoriya’s shoulders, effectively trapping him between her and the wall. “You’re bright red.” “R-really?!” His eyes looked everywhere and nowhere, speeding around until they landed on her. Her brow was furrowed and her nose was scrunched. 

“Yeah. Say...do you have a crush on anyone?” She leaned in, eyes glancing down onto his lips before flickering back up. 

“M-maybe!” He squeaked, desperately trying to figure out how he should respond. Everything about this was something out of a manga, not real life. 

“You know…” YN leaned in again, this time not only looking at his lips but keeping her eyes on them. "I've never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I want to kiss you."

Midoriya felt his face flush again, then go cold, then flush redder than before. It was a constant rapture that seized him, lifting him up higher than he could ever consider. 

“What?!” He yelped once his mind caught up with what was going on. “Shh!” She hissed, putting a finger over her lips, which looked very cute. “You don’t want the whole dorm knowing, do you?” 

“Oh…” Midoriya wasn’t sure if he did want everyone to know, but YN kabedonning him made his brain keep on stuttering like a broken record. 

“Hey…” For a second, there was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “Do you like me? All the girls say you do, but still…” 

“Yes!” Midoriya nearly shouted, jumping and almost bonking heads with YN. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“Wait, really?” YN leaned back, surprise on her face. “I thought I was going to scare you off, or something.” 

“Not at all!” Midoriya started waving his hands, a happy flush growing on his face. 

“Then...do you wanna date?” “Yeah. “ He sighed softly. His eyes were wide and his heart felt like it had soared to the moon. The moment was pure ecstasy, and he couldn’t come down from this high.

“I would love that.” 

[animensfw-smut]

Dom! Monoma x Succubus! Reader

Gif doesn’t belong to me~~

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Dubcon

So, my definition of succubus is probably different from yours...

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*(y/n)'s pov*

I'm a student in Class 1-A. Unfortunately, i encountered someone who had a quirk that can change females into a succubus and males into an incubus for 24 hours. The reason why i was changed into a succubus was because i was at the wrong place at the wrong time. When the person changes you into a succubus or incubus, you are physically weakened. I had to stay in my room for the rest of the day because the student lost control of their quirk randomly.

So right now here i was, in bed, clutching my stomach because natural HUMAN BEING food didn't satisfy ME, a HUMAN.

"Uuuughhhh..." I groaned as i rolled over on the bed to check the time. It was time for school to end and i whined,

"I can't even go near my friends!"  

Meanwhile at UA~

"Hey Monoma, i heard that (y/n) got hit by a quirk." spoke Tetstetsu.

"What's that got to do with me?" Monoma asked with an annoyed glare.

"Oh, you know, not that she's your crush or anything and she's practically the only person from Class 1-A who you talk to~"

Monoma hesitated with a blush on his face before replying,

"You can go back to the dorms without me." With that, he headed to the 1-A dorms as Tetsutetsu smirked.

He didn't tell Monoma exactly what quirk (y/n) was hit by...

Back to (y/n)~

My stomach growled loudly as i threw my head back into the pillow with a sigh. This wasn't helping, in fact, nothing was helping. The quirk that i was hit with, made me a succubus on the inside, but on the outside, my appearance hasn't changed.  

A knock sounded at my door and i gulped as i smelt the faint scent of sweat. I debated with myself whether to open the door or not, and i decided on the former. Quickly, i opened the door to be met face to face with Monoma.

"Monoma???" He was blushing and averting his gaze,

"Hey, i er just wanted to check on you..."

I beamed with a bright smile and pulled him into my room, making him sit on my bed after locking the door. He was confused, but then slowly became flustered as i straddled his lap and started licking his neck.  

"(y-y/n)?! Wh-what are y-you doing??!!"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to slowly move my hips against his, rubbing my burning core to his semi-hard dick. My lips traveled to his ear where i whispered,

"I'm hungry, Monoma~~ Feed me~"

He grabbed a hold of my shoulders and gently pulled me away from his ear to come face to face with him. He was as red as Kiri's hair right now. I didn't slow down the grinding as i looked at him with an innocent look, my head tilted.

"Arrgh, (y/n) you're impossible!"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in to devour my lips. His tongue rubbed against mine and readjusted myself to rub against him more and gain more friction for my aching core. Monoma started bucking his hips and i whined at the thin pieces of fabric separating him from penetrating me.

Monoma broke from the kiss and asked,

"(y/n), tell me.. ugh.. what  q-quirk you were hit with..."

I started sucking on his neck and palming his member through his pants as i answered,

"Mmmm~ A succubus quirk~"

He chuckled slightly,

"N-No wonder you say y-you're hungry."

He removed me from him and took on a serious facade,

"Strip. Now." I pouted at the loss of friction, but removed all my clothing anyway, as he did the same.

Monoma laid on the bed and looked at me with a cocky smirk,

"Sit that sweet pussy of yours on my face~" My thighs clenched together at the words as i obliged. I slowly lowered myself onto his face as i crawled down to his throbbing cock.  

"Suck, baby girl." I lightly licked the bulging tip and earned a smack on my ass. Did he just spank me?

"Listen to what your master orders you to do, babe. Or you'll get a punishment instead~"

I shuddered at his demanding tone and sucked his dick. I used my hands to rub wherever i can't reach. Suddenly, something plunged into my core and i gasped at the unfamiliar feeling. He grasped my ass and brought me right up against his face as his tongue went in and out of me. My hands went to grasp my breasts as i brought them towards his member. He groaned at the extra pleasure as i rubbed my boobs against his dick. The vibrations of his groan made me craving for more. He spanked me again and lifted me slightly off his face,

"Ride my mouth, baby~ I wanna see your face when you cum with how good I'm tongue fucking you." I blushed and turned around sitting on his mouth.

I gripped his hair as i bounced up and down on his tongue, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.  

"Neito~"

He suddenly stopped what he was doing and i whined,

"What did i say for you to call me?"

I looked at him with half-lidded eyes and pouted,

"I-I'm sorry, master... Please let me cum..."

"There's a good girl~"

Neito continued to lick at my dripping pussy, adding in three fingers to thrust up into my core.

"More, master, more!!!" I moaned out as i pulled lightly on his blonde hair. He smirked and stopped me from cumming, removing his mouth from me.

"Wouldn't you much rather have my cum deep inside you?" I drooled at the thought.

"Hands and knees, babe."

I got on my hands and knees, my front half pressed to the pillows as my ass stuck up in the air.

"Please fill me up with your big cock, master~"

He grinned pervertedly and wasted no time in slamming into me. I moaned at the pleasure coursing through me. His thrusts were inhumane, hitting my g-spot every time.

"M-Master~ C-Can i cum?"

"Hold on, baby girl, I'm nearly there~"

Grunts were heard in my room followed by the sound of his dick slamming into my pussy. His hands grasped my (h/l), (h/c) hair and he pulled on it, making me arch my back. His hands came to wrap around my torso and bring my back to his chest as he kissed my neck. Neito found my sweet spot as i moaned, and he sucked on it whilst biting it, marking me. His right hand came to cup my breast, his fingers pinching and twisting my hardened nipples. My head was thrown back against his shoulders, my face against his neck. I didn't think he could go any deeper, but he lifted up my left leg and hit at a new angle.

"Nnnghhh~ Master!!! I-I n-need to cum!!"

"Awwwwww does my baby need to cum?"

I looked at him with a puppy look, tears in my eyes from the pleasure. His eyes widened and he smirked, bringing my lips to his. I whimpered as he bit my bottom lip and his tongue explored my mouth. Groaning, he left my lips and peppered kisses along my shoulder and back.  

"God, you're so sexy (y/n)~ You can cum~"

The knot building up in my stomach was released as i let loose and came. He thrusted a few more times and came inside me, burying himself right inside. Slowly, he pulled out and hugged me towards him,

"Satisfied with your meal, babe?"

Exhausted, I nodded and lay against him,

"Let's take you to the bathroom, and clean you up?"

I reached up and pecked him on the lips as he carried me bridal style to my bathroom in my dorm,

"Mmm, love you, Neito."

He hesitated, blushing, and continued to walk whilst mumbling,

"Love you too (y/n)."

[thequeenb]

Poppy x MC

I know what you are all thinking..How the hell did us two even start dating? Well i never said i dont like her she is just always irritating damn it. It all changed one starry night when we had our first kiss, at first everything was confusing but then everything made sense

Our little fights, our intense make-out sessions, our unexplainable anger, our big confession. That's how things were since day one and how could i complain? But everything have been so secretive that it made me question if this is even real anymore.

"Now you should leave darling, Chloe will be here at any minute" Poppy waves a hand dressing up and i frown trying to show no emotion. Maybe i thought we were something, who wouldn't to be honest? When i told her that i liked her i thought it was mutual but boy oh boy was i wrong?

I sigh as i pick up my stuff exiting the room. I don't dare to say any word because i know my sensitive side will take over. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't have said anything in the first place but for once i said yes to taking risks

I plug my airpods in playing Apocalypse by CAS, surprisingly it's her favourite song and you know me, how could i not melt for Queen Bee? I walk around the campus remembering all the times i pinned her against these walls kissing her until she couldn't breathe.

What's the point anyways? I don't want to be anyone's secret, does she feel ashamed to be with me? Who cares what this university says if you truly have feelings for someone? I sigh walking further into the campus, its past midnight and it seems that i am all alone lost in my thoughts

I open my phone clicking on Instagram and of course they uploaded a story. Poppy, Veronica and Chloe enjoying a bottle of Rosé what a blust, except you had steamy sex an hour ago on these sheets.

It was just a hookup wasn't it? This question takes over my mind that i dont notice Zoe walking towards me

"Girl i was worried! You didn't respond to my texts" she says wrapping her hands around me. I squeeze her tight needing comfort and she strokes my hair whispering "It is Poppy isn't it?"

I sigh pulling back, sitting on a nearby bench. Of course it's Poppy, her and her manipulative ways. Great in the sheets but strangers on the streets, how charming

"She kicked me out because the girls were coming over, she doesn't want anyone to know about us"

Zoe's eyes widen "Are you kidding who would keep this a secret?" She gestures at me and i chuckle, A+ for the effort Zo. And she is right, i shouldn't settle for less than i deserve

"You are right--"

"I can sense a but and i don't like it. If she wanted you truly why is she being so secretive? And don't start with the reputation bullshit" she places both of her hands on my cheeks wiping away the tears i didn't know i had

Aaaand there goes a bright light making me go blind "What the hell?" I cover my eyes and Zoe does the same

"Gosh these people have miserable lives" she rolls her eyes standing up "Get your cute butt up and let's go get some drinks shall we?"

I nod smiling thanking god i have my best friend by my side. Without her none of these situations would be handled right and oh well i find her veeeeery pretty if you ask me

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I walk towards my class when a sudden buzz makes me stop my tracks. At first i thought its my ranking update but oh no its an update from The T

Hello loves,

I want to thank my amazing sources for blessing me with something interesting. Newbee has been trying to steal the crown months now and along the way everyone started to look at her like that heart eyes emoji. Yesterday our Queen to be was spotted getting closer to our one and only Zoe Wade. I am not surprised are you? They have been a dynamic duo since day one. #couplegoals

Here is an image of them last night, don't forget to 'awwww' everytime you see them

My congratulations to the cutest couple of Belvoire. Kisses, The T

Oh no, no no no this isn't good. If Poppy sees this she will.. actually she has no right to say anything. Despite that my heart starts racing at the thought of her reading this clearly false update. Aaaand there she is, across from me glaring at me with murderous eyes. Everyone looks at me whispering and its honestly very frustrating, trying to avoid the crowd all i focus on is getting on my class that until my phone buzz again

"Meet me behind the field" I froze reading what Poppy just sent me and my mind is drowning with all the possibilities. Did i just fuck up even this little something that we share? God damn this blog and fuck all these people that all they care about is juicy gossip.

Do i even have a choice? Poppy will try to confront me no matter what so i might as well skip class, i am sure Miss Kingsley will understand, right?

I see her standing against the wall as i approach closer. She is tapping her heel on the cement and honestly? I am a little scared

"Hello, fancy meeting you here" i say smiling trying not to look nervous

She doesn't answer instead she makes the most angry face i have ever seen shoving her phone in my face. I swear if that red angry emoji was an actual person that would be her right now.

"What is this bullshit?"

"Oh wow calm down is that why i am skipping class? To explain to you something I don't even have to?" I fold my arms looking at her dead in the eyes. I am not usually the person who will let her anger get the best of her but Poppy's behaviour hurt me so this time i just let it slide

For just a second she looks confused but then she regain her composure "Zoe? Are you serious? This girl is a wannabe, just because her mother has money she thinks--"

"Wow wow pause there. Not another word about Zoe" i place one finger against her lips and her breath catches. Jeez can't you not be horny for a second? I think to myself

"Why? Did i offend your girlfriend?" Her tone is ironic yet jealous and you know what? Jealous Poppy might be dangerous but she is also very sweet

"I am not in a relationship with her dumbass" i roll my eyes pulling slightly away from her

"But the photo--"

"Oh boo-hoo someone took a picture so what? Do you believe everything you see? She was fixing your mess because if you were clear towards me i wouldn't sit alone crying" these words escape my mouth without my consent and oh did i just admit how i feel?

Poppy looks stunned and actually speechless. Her eyes soften and i look away embarrassed "What do you mean?"

Yes what do i mean? I ask that question to myself all day and night. I have been trying to get her out of my mind but how could i? The way her perfume makes me dizzy, her soft kisses after each session, the way she looked at me like i am the only one in this world

"I don't know where we stand. You are so secretive that I start to believe this means nothing" i shrug trying not to let any form of vulnerability slip out

"Bea i- i thought i was clear. I mean i left you several hickeys on your neck--"

"Oh hold up! Do you really think hickeys mean we are dating?"

She nods and thats when i laugh. Oh wow this girl is really unique i swear "That still doesn't explain why you have been secretive"

Poppy sighs heavily, clearly uncomfortable by my question. At this point I don't care, all i want is to know if i waste my energy and emotions on someone who doesn't feel the same

"I am not good with words okay? I just didn't knew what to say or do to show you that i want us to be official"

Surprised i smile taking her hand in mine "You are cute when you are jealous"

"Oh shut up, you aren't that special" she smiles back and it makes my heart melt

That's Poppy. She isn't good with words nor know how to handle emotions. She was taught to be heartless and competitive and i can see why she is being that way. Her way of words are insults and in this relationship that's how we communicate

"Come here" she says pulling out her phone

Without another word she leans against me planting a kiss on my cheek. She snaps a photo and for a minute i think she will upload it, a girl can dream right? Oh wait a minute..is she actually doing it??

"What are you doing?" I ask looking over at her phone

"Uploading a picture. I want everyone to know that you belong to me" she is typing so fast i cant read what the caption says but then i get a notification

"Mine" it says with three heart emojis, thats so adorable i can't help but actually say awww out loud

"Well i didn't expect that but i like being yours" i say winking at her

We kiss and this time its different. The minute our lips touch i can feel my knees go weak. We kissed many times and you way ask, whats different now? Well now i am hers and only and my mind can rest now knowing i have a powerful amazing woman by my side.

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