#ok so i got a COUPLE things to elaborate on in the tags

[pankomako]

misc gang's bay stuff whee

[lovejosephquinn]

Just and idea maybe you can elaborate on, imagine you and Joe broke up over idk what but he’s coming over to your apartment for his stuff and you do revenge makeup/outfit.One thing leads to another you end up in bed together and while he’s thinking things have gone back to normal and he’s taken back at the end you get yourself together hand him his box and say bye leaving him a little shocked

I'm not good at angst but I will give it a go, maybe it's time to break some hearts if it's good enough!!

Tysm for your request 💛 Under 18's DNI.

Word Count: 3k

Tagging the people that replied to my post: @itsfreakingbats @lma1986 @shawnamae87 @whoscamila @josephfakingquinn @joequinnisgod

It's true, everything had gone to shit since the day you and Joe ended things. It was all over a drunken kiss he'd had which spread like wildfire across the internet which you caught wind of pretty quickly. He admitted his wrongs when you'd asked and you told him you couldn't trust him, more or less down to the fact that he didn't tell you as soon as it'd happened. To which this broke your heart to have to see it the way you did, ending everything was hard because as much as it didn't seem that way; he was the greatest and best relationship you'd ever had.

It'd been a couple of weeks since Joe moved out of the flat you shared together, you'd felt sick to your stomach when you received contact from him for the first time since you broke up when he asked when he could come and collect the rest of his stuff. You'd arranged for him to come over this afternoon with every intention of not being there when he did so it hurt less and then just to lock the door behind him and repost the key through the letterbox. Yet something inside of you screamed for you to be there, to see his face when you opened the door, to muster the fakest smile to show him that you were ok. You were not.

You decided after pondering on whether to stay looking like you'd been dragged through a hedge backwards or whether you should make yourself look good, a show him what he's missing type of look. Going with the second option was a moment of spite on your part, but it'd feel good to see his jaw drop when you were up on your high horse. Sliding into your favourite jeans, a meshy long sleeved top which was highly revealing to the black bra underneath, you curled your hair and put on minimal to enough make up, spritzing yourself with your favourite perfume to finish the completed look, there was a knock at the door shortly after.

The entirety of your organs felt like they were going to regurgitate out of your mouth when you heard the sound coming from the front door. Your eyes immediately watering, your heart racing and a vile sense of nausea punching it's way through your stomach. You thought for a second if it was a good idea to just pretend you weren't in and have him come back another day, but then who'd see how good you'd made yourself look for nothing; putting on a brave face you sauntered to the door, unlocked it and swung it open.

"Hi oh-" Joe paused, scanning you up and down, a bag firmly clutched in his hands which he'd brought to collect his stuff.

"Hello." You bluntly replied, watching his eyes practically undress you.

"You look-" He sighed.

"I look?" You tilted your head to the side, folding your arms to bring attention to your revealing chest.

"Beautiful." Joe's eyes immediately fell to the ground and in that very second you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and cry. But you weren't letting go of what he'd done to ruin what you had and you had to remember that he was unfortunately still the one in the wrong and it was time to move on.

"Your stuffs on the sofa in a box, I got it all ready for you." You'd not given him entirely everything that belonged to him in the flat, you'd hid one of his sweaters in the back of your wardrobe for safe keeping; you know for if you ever missed him then at least you had somewhat of a piece of him to cuddle late at night. Eventually you hoped that feeling would be gone and you could just burn it, but it was still early days and seeing him right now was a contributing factor that you were not ready to get over this man.

"Oh, thank you." You gestured for him to come through and he walked by you, looking around the flat, chasing all the memories that flooded the walls of times you'd shared together.

"Looks good in here, you cleaned it up nicely." Joe's eyes were firmly back on you, the sparkle in them gleamed from the water cursing his eye lids.

"Yeah I-"

"I miss you." Joe interrupted abruptly, he just had to throw that one statement in there to get you sweating and oh boy did it.

"You made the choice to do what you did." You were seething, why in the world would he mutter those 3 delicate words at you that now have you wanting the ground to swallow you up.

"And I regret it everyday. Can't you just give me one more chance Y/N? I can't be without you. I'm not doing good, I'm not happy. I'm in a dark place without you by my side and I need you." Sniffles sounded from Joe's nose as tears finally made their way down his cheeks.

You stepped up to take a look at him, scanning him just as he had you, he did in fact look like shit, he'd grown his beard out, not taken care of his messy curls, looking like he'd just gotten out of bed. It was 3pm and this wasn't like Joe to look so out of it. Maybe he really did regret it, but was it a mistake? Or was it purely a purposeful need to kiss somebody else because he wanted to. You'll never know the truth because you weren't there when it happened, but you know it did so that was enough for you.

"Prove it." Joe's eyes grew, the chocolatey gaze which normally looked so warm and welcoming was darker than usual, two black hole's of doubt and misery stood before you.

Joe cupped your cheek with his hand, bringing his lips down to kiss you delicately, slowly and quickly, enough to pull back just so that he could test the waters to see if that's what you meant. You were heading into dangerous territory kissing him back, especially when he pulled away and you reached up immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to gain a deeper contact.

Joe's arms wrapped around the small of your back, pressing you against him, not letting go of what once was his, claiming what he could to try and make it all better. Your mind was running in circles, ten to the dozen trying to fathom why you were stood in the middle of your living room making out with your ex boyfriend, but your words had misconstrued the situation and had developed into something that should probably not have happened. But your evil and wicked broken heart was now searching for something further, something to break him, something to give him a taste of his own medicine. Would that make you the worse person? maybe, but you didn't particularly care.

You were brought back down to reality when his tongue made it's way into your mouth, gasping for air you quickly embraced the feeling of his muscle writhing around yours. The familiar feeling of his erection pressing up against your thigh was a welcomed one and the pit of your stomach was no longer feeling sick, but ridiculously turned on, bolts of electricity were being sent to your core and you were relishing the pleasantness of it; purely because you'd not felt this good about yourself or anything else in weeks. You pulled away, a breathless mess, panting inches away from his lips as Joe took a large unsatisfactory gulp of nerves.

"Is- is that what you meant?" Joe whispered.

You nodded slowly, not even registering that your head was moving without your body telling you too. Taking a hold of his hand and leading him to the sofa, pushing him down so he fell flat onto it, you climbed onto him, straddling his thighs, rubbing your hands up and down his chest and taking a heavy sigh before leaning over to his ear and replying "fuck me like it's the last time."

You didn't even get to the last word before Joe flipped you to lay down on the sofa, picking you up and putting you down like you were a rag doll, launching you right where he wanted you, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder abandoned and unwanted. Your body writhed as you felt his hands feel every ounce of naked skin touch you so beautifully, so careful to observe every part of you that was within his sights.

Joe moved himself into position between your spread legs, licking a stripe up your pretty panties before his eyes shot up to witness the whimper falling out of your mouth. "Yeah baby, is this what you want?" Baby. That word made you instantly feel sick again, but you quickly wavered it off with a nod and a small mhm to answer his question.

Pulling your underwear to the side, Joe dug in, not wasting a second in tasting your cunt, sucking rapidly against your swelling clit, spitting onto your hole so that he could gain better access to shove two fingers inside of you, flickering his tongue against the part of you aching most, kissing his soft lips against it, his free hand gripped to your thigh making small indents into your skin, keeping you in place, holding you like his life depended on it.

"Yes oh my god Joe- just like that." You arched your back, everything about what you were doing was so wrong but felt so right and he loathed the fact you were into it, pushing his face in deeper when your hands came down to tighten against his hair, rocking your hips over and over to create a rhythm that was pushing you further and further to the brink of release. His finger's felt so good inside of you, hitting all the right spots and pushing against your walls so skilfully, curling up just to where you liked it, hitting your sweet spot. Joe knew you inside and out, he knew what you craved and he knew what you weren't so fussed on and that was the irritating notion that you held deep inside of you, the fact he still had this hold on you.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, you saw stars, you had flashbacks of all the times you and Joe and shared intimate moments like this, tears sprouted out of your eyes, every emotion that was both beautiful and sinister was revealed. Your body jolted through the release, giving you a sense of fulfilment but also a disgusting realisation that this would never happen again.

Joe got up, wiping his mouth, his eyes magnetised to yours, watching the way you looked both happy and sad.

"You always tasted so beautiful too." Joe cooed lowly.

You bit your lip, washing away as quick as you could the deflated feeling as a way of getting Joe to continue his actions. Joe stood up before you, unbuttoning his trousers, taking down his boxers with them and letting them fall to the ground. Removing his creased up t-shirt and bringing himself back to his previous position, he cages himself above you, leaning on one elbow, you look down to watch his hand jerk his cock a couple of times, bringing your sights back up to see his features that are burning with desire.

"Fuck me Joe, hard." You almost say it like it's an order and Joe immediately complies. He pushes every inch inside of you, not even waiting to adjust before he thrusts at an erratic pace. His hips slam down on to you, his balls slap against your ass. Moans are flying in every single direction from the both of you. Your slick and his saliva from previously eating you out like a ravenous animal helped quicken the pace, he was railing you like he didn't care, like he hated you, giving you everything he could. He knew he wasn't going to last long from the way he was going, but he'd savour every second.

"You take me so well love, you always have. Oh my-" Joe screeched an exhale, lifting himself and pulling your legs to his shoulders, his hands gripping against your legs as he took a few more intense thrusts against you. Your hand fell to your clit, rubbing it in fast circular motions, wanting nothing more than to feel that release just one last time. Joe's eyes watched your movements and his head instantly fell back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mouth dropping open so wide it could of caught flies.

"Shit, yes. You're so tight." Joe managed, bringing himself back down and kissing your neck, his tongue tingled from your perfume, the scent firmly moulded into his muscle and seeping into his taste buds. "Fuck I'm gonna-" You came in unison, milking him for all he was worth whilst your slick dripped out onto the sofa, he fell on top of you, his lungs burning for oxygen.

"Joe, you're crushing me." You uttered out loud, you were enjoying the weight of him on you, not wanting it to end but seemingly the deed was done and what was left?

"S-sorry." Joe pulled out and immediately took himself the few steps to the bathroom to clean up before coming out and getting dressed. You were already sat back up right on the sofa, fully clothed when he got back to you.

Joe eyed the box of his stuff that he'd not previously spotted, the reality of what he'd actually came for dawned upon him. He sat by your side, staring at you intently whilst you kept your eyes to your twiddling thumbs.

"That was amazing." Joe said.

"Yeah it was." You replied, you couldn't deny the fact. It shouldn't of happened, but your mother taught you that everything happens for a reason and this was revenge wasn't it? This was to get back at him, to crush him just as he had you.

"Surely this meant something, surely this isn't-"

"That was the last time." You continued to stare to the floor, but your peripheral vision could witness everything that Joe's emotions showed. His eyes grew cold, his body stiffened, his hand in mid air which had just gone to place itself on top of yours stood still.

"It can't be, our connection it's too strong, you know it is. Please I'm begging you, take me back, I can't live without you baby." Joe came back to life, previously feeling paralyzed to your words, his hand rested on top of yours and you immediately shook him off.

"It's over Joe, get your stuff and go." What a coward, what an idiot you were. Fucking your ex and then letting him off like that. Your intentions were thorough and you'd stuck to your guns which you were proud of, but you could almost pin point the moment you heard Joe's heart smash into smithereens.

"I can't-"

"I said, go." You looked up as Joe stood up to grab the box, not taking a second look back at you as he left his key on the coffee table as you asked, swiftly exiting and leaving you alone.

Why was your heart so full of regret? Why didn't you tell him not to go and to prove himself further? You knew yourself there was no getting over him anytime soon and doing what you'd done had just made it worse. You grabbed your phone, looking at the name in his contacts through fogged up lenses, you couldn't see shit for the tears which eluded your vision. You fell to the floor, shaking and cold, a mess. Right back where you started. You clicked the call button all of 15 minutes after, to which you were brought to an even more shocking detail when the phone didn't even ring, it instead beeped and cut the call off. Joe had blocked your number, he had done you a favour, stopping himself from being tempted to contact you. You'd truly lost him just as he'd lost you. But why did it hurt so bad?

Because you loved him, you always would.

[xyloophones]

hi hi hi 

im workin on some stuff but... in the meantime.... have a soft hoodie yuuri

[evilkitten3]

@blueper-saiyan

#Not sure if I’m allowed to pull out these tags as a separate reblog#but that is an interesting and fucked up theory I like it#and absolutely want to hear the long version#vegeta

you absolutely are as far as i'm concerned but since op's post was getting a bit long i'll respond here

dbz always reblog i have a theory that there's actually a reason for this it stems from my theory that vegeta's mom doesn't exist bc he's a clone of his dad basically it eventually become obvious that frieza was going to take whichever kid was heir to the throne so king vegeta (kv i guess) went ''aight we need a Super Baby (no tuffles allowed) and i'm the coolest guy on the planet. need a baby me'' so he gets a bunch of the buffest nerds imaginable (be real saiyan scientists like the job bc they get to fight physics) and start working kv: i need this kid to last as long as possible we're gonna need to buy some time scientists: got it boss *proceed to make the universe's most ridiculously hard to kill infant* how's this kv: excellent. frieza catch! frieza: oh this is adorable! i'm going to traumatize it =) <-an extremely brief summary of my hc

(^the tags in question)

ok so first there are a couple of things i need to get out of the way ahead of time– namely, i'm not the first person to come up with the vegeta-is-a-clone idea; the first person i saw with that idea was someone who wrote a fic i read a while back that i'm blanking on the name of at the moment, and while their version is massively different from mine, the core concept of clone!veggie is more or less the same

the second thing is that i get way too into world building sometimes and so a lot of pieces of my hcs get mixed up with one another and often don't fit in with established canon (which isn't like abnormal or anything but i want to clarify that i already know some of this doesn't perfectly slot up. in my defense the db timeline doesn't even match up with itself half the time)

the final thing is that while i've seen bits of the anime and the first handful of super episodes, i'm mostly a manga fan, so i view any non-manga parts of dragon ball as free real estate

buckle up, i was not kidding about the length (*immature snickering*)

SO.

first and foremost the relationship between the tuffles and the saiyans: the tuffles are described as being a peaceful yet technologically advanced race, but in my hc, they're a bit more complicated than that. for starters, i don't see how a supposedly peaceful race is going to have high-tech blasters, and while it's possible that they're for defensive purposes, it... really doesn't give off that vibe. also they were super into some fairly questionable science, some of which objectively involved human experimentation (or... humanoid experimentation, i guess)

jumping back to the future for a sec: gohan. gohan is a half-human, half-saiyan male hybrid, and while two separate species somehow producing a hybrid child isn't unheard of, male hybrids are almost always completely infertile. and yet, gohan grows up and has a kid (another explanation is gohan and videl are t4t, which i also love, but it doesn't really fit into this). so how are saiyans and humans not only capable of reproducing together, but capable of having children that can also reproduce? my theory here is that saiyans are genetically modified (early) humans– tuffles arrived on earth sometime prior to homo erectus finishing the jump to homo sapiens, grabbed a handful of various lab rats, and got to work.

this would also explain why saiyan tails look the way they do. to elaborate, here's a spider monkey skeleton:

notice how the tail is made up of more vertebrae that continue along the same curve as the rest of the spine. meanwhile, goku's tail looks like this:

it juts straight out, almost perpendicular to his spinal cord. to me, that does not look like how tails work– it looks grafted on. in the video game kakarot, bulma even makes goku a fake tail for him to fish with that he can just... stick right on there. i know dragon ball science is already broken af (someone please explain to me how dr briefs isn't basically a deity for inventing capsules), but if the tail is a genetic trait that didn't evolve naturally, it makes some sense (in the way anything in dragon ball makes sense, that is)

so– saiyans are a highly adaptable species that seem to be able to eat basically whatever, can both endure and dish out catastrophic amounts of damage, are biologically driven to fight to the point where it's hard to imagine how a society full of them could function at all, get stronger whenever they recover from being seriously injured, can transform into giant apes, and yet have a glaringly obvious weakness that can pretty much completely incapacitate them if you know about it? they seem designed for war, and not in the natural evolution-is-just-funny-like-that-sometimes way.

what we know about the tuffles sort of differs from source to source, but the most negative opinions come from the saiyans– according to vegeta, the tuffles basically treated them as slaves. which... yeah, that adds up, given everything.

anyway, here's where i divorce from canon entirely bc according to gt, king vegeta iii is the one who led the saiyans in the war against the tuffles, which raises... honestly so many questions. so i'm ignoring that; it was vegeta i and he was never officially king, but more on that later. i also need to note that the whole "saiyans lived on planet sadala, fucked it up, and moved to planet plant which later became planet vegeta" to my knowledge is not manga canon but since i like the general idea, i sorta moved it a bit.

in my version, the saiyans and the tuffles both lived on planet sadala, but the war between the two species got a little out of hand and the planet was kaputski (to be fair, if you suddenly got to turn into a giant ape and wreak havoc on the people who were possibly enslaving you, you might go a bit overboard too), so the saiyans stole all the tuffles' ships and gtfo'd (this is why everyone was so sure the tuffles were gone. bc typically blowing up someone's planet is a good way to get rid of all of them. at least in theory– i'm sure frieza can tell you all about how well it works in practice)

back to vegeta i– he wasn't a king, technically, but he was the saiyan who started, led, and according to all saiyan sources (which are biased but w/e) finished the revolt, and chose to die on the planet in an act of heroic sacrifice and/or symbolism and/or his daughter twisted a fact or two bc propaganda is a game we all can play, and the new planet they landed on was named after him. said daughter took the same name, declared the planet and the king to be one and the same, and set about conquering the shit out of it. so vegeta ii was technically the first king but if you asked her she was the second and also disrespecting her father and probably also about to be killed via spear (oh btw king vegeta ii is famed for her giant war spear which was very cool and intimidating and probably didn't see much use outside of ritual combat bc it's honestly more efficient to just blast people but all the statues and art and whatnot have her with it)

i'm going to take a minute to gloat about vegeta ii bc honestly she's one of my alltime favorite ocs that i've made, despite the fact that i don't intend to ever have her show up in anything (yass gurl haunt that narrative!!!) but basically she's a deeply respected figure in saiyan culture, although she died way before any of the saiyans still alive in dbz were born (except nappa), bc she... basically built saiyan culture from scratch. pretty much all the core beliefs the saiyans as a people had were from her very deliberately and surprisingly sneakily forcing them to be developed bc she was fully aware that the saiyans needed more than a love of battle to actually survive as a society independent of the tuffles. she basically had the whole thing set up and ready to last and become a proper empire but unfortunately the one kid that lived long enough to succeed her (by killing her in combat, obviously, and yes the others all tried and died– she's an important figure, not a nice one) ran face first into frieza and we all know how that went down

anyhow, vegeta ii's reign (which lasted a crazy long time bc she lived way longer than she should've and almost certainly used some kind of not-so-great method of living that long, but in her defense she needed to make sure at least one of her kids was cool enough to be in charge, so what's a few war crimes between monarchs) pretty much cemented all the saiyan pride and identity that vegeta iv is so fond of, and not just bc she was his grandma either.

the reason i have to get through all of that to explain my clone!vegeta theory is bc i need to explain why king vegeta iii became king in the first place– under vegeta ii's system, anyone could challenge for the throne at any time, regardless of who they were. her own children were expected - but not required - to do so, and if she died before an heir could kill her in glorious combat, the princes would become stewards and have the duty of finding the next king (who couldn't be one of them. fight and die for that shit like a real saiyan or no throne for you). however, there was actively incentive not to do that bc A) whoever's in charge has to actually be in charge and therefore gets to fight way less, and B) in order to become king you had to be ritually stripped of your identity as a person with the understanding that if you died during your challenge your name would be stricken from all records, none of your family or friends would ever acknowledge that you had ever existed, and you would simply cease to be (the afterlife doesn't follow these rules but most of the saiyans who are there still do, including the ones who by saiyan law no longer exist. say what you will about saiyans; they're a dedicated lot)

so anyway vegeta iii (before becoming vegeta iii – he had a different name bc names are super important in my version of saiyan culture but if i get into that here we will literally be here for the rest of the week - but i'll call him that for the sake of my sanity) is somewhat reluctant to challenge for the throne bc none of his siblings have managed it (not that they exist anymore whoops), but one of his colleagues/presumed ruling partner (not gonna get into saiyan relationships here either sorry) has been pushing him to do so for a while now

i think i've gone through a few names for vegeta's not-mom, but the most recent one is touga (from tougarashi, or capsicum annuum, and yes i was thinking of neon orange glimmer song by the mountain goats when i named her), so i'll call her that. touga is a pretty saiyan-y saiyan– she's violent, temperamental, proud, strong, and so forth, but another thing she is is deeply, deeply loyal to her people. she's also very aware of vegeta iii's weaknesses (such as "will probably care a little too much about kids if he has any" and "may make decisions based off of feelings instead of cold hard practical logic" and "seems likely to develop emotional attachments to family members"; you know, normal kingly failings) and has the lady macbeth-esque stainless steel go-fuck-yourself coldness to make up for her future husband's pathetic little morals or whatever

anyway, touga pushes vegeta iii to go for the throne bc holy shit his mom has been alive for way too long but also she has faith in hi or something and duty and whatever and dude do it if you ever want this saiyan tail, and eventually he caves and goes for it. he fights his mom, wins, gets a shiny new king name and is all set to run his kingdom. and then king cold shows up.

now in between killing his mom and our favorite chilly boys coming to town, vegeta iii and touga have had a kid, prince escallion (who is a girl ftr but i can't get into saiyan thoughts on sex/gender or the language or even escallion herself in this post bc we will never ever leave). escallion is pretty neat, just the strongest baby in history or whatever, but then post-cold arriving and politely yoinking the saiyans into his empire, rumors start spreading that frieza miiiiight be wanting a saiyan under his personal command. no prizes for guessing whose palace he's looking at for pickings. obviously the only prince they've got is not someone they can afford to lose, but they need a sure bet on super-infants and can't afford hoping for a genetic bingo, so vegeta iii assembles the universe's swole-est scientists and has them get started on making the Coolest Baby Ever (by cloning him, the king, bc he's the strongest but also bc frieza is an asshole and likes playing mind games with people so let's be real he's taking one of the king's kids no matter how tough they are)

so vegeta iv gets made (and named inappropriately but that's frieza's fault and a story for another time so ignore it for now) and eventually tarble is born and almost immediately sent off just in case frieza decides to be a bigger dick than usual (spoilers: frieza is going to decide to be an even bigger dick than that), and vegeta gets to spend the first few years of his life with his dad, big sis, and not-mom until he gets shipped off to go be a child soldier/slave/distraction, at which point frieza goes ahead and blows up the planet. there's more to it than just that, but i may actually want to write it out some day, so i'll keep the rest to myself for now.

[chaotic-jjk-fiction]

Perfect Puppy

Gojo Satoru x Fem Puppy reader x Nanami Kento

Happy Valentine’s Day! This fic isn’t specifically theme for Valentine’s day, but it is cute and fluffy. 

TW: Poly Fic, Puppy reader, Reader is adopted from shelter, she/her pronouns used, Reader wears a collar, Reader is essentially just a pet, cute fluff

Gojo sat on the counter as Nanami cooked, swimming his legs and watching his lover work. Despite the fact that the two of them worked together, it felt like they barely spent any time together. Domestic moments were a rare occurrence for the two, and Gojo was enjoying it fully. He also figured it was to the perfect time to bring up something that had been on his mind for a bit. He sighed loudly hoping to get his lovers attention. 

“What is it?” Nanami asked rolling his eyes at his husband’s antics. Gojo chose to ignore that and express his thoughts anyways,

“I want a pet.” He then paused to see how Nanami would react. 

“Like a goldfish?

“Noooo,” Gojo whined, “Like a dog or maybe a cat.” Nanami stopped for a moment to take in what he had just heard.

“We can’t get a pet like that with our job, you know that.” He paused, “And what makes you bring this up now anyway?” Gojo pushed himself off his perch and wrapped his arms around Nanami’s waist as he stood at the stove. 

“I’ve always wanted a pet but I was never allowed to have one as a kid. I brang it up now because we’ve finally got a house where we have the space.” Nanami pondered Gojo’s explanation before moving to grab some plates out of the cabinet, breaking free from his lover’s embrace. 

“You do know you’d have to feed it, walk it, and take care of it in every other way?” He continued to serve the food as he waited for Gojo’s answer.

“I know that. And of course I would take care of it.” Nanami sighed as he placed the plates of food on the table at their respective places. 

“Alright Satoru, I suppose we can look into getting a pet if you really want one.” Gojo was ecstatic. He spent the rest of the night talking about what he wanted in the pet. 

“I want them to love me, they have to be good with cuddles, I want them to like walks, but not need them, ooh and maybe just a touch of separation anxiety so that they are always happy to see me!” Nanami was happy to see his husband so excited and he just hoped it wasn’t just another one of Gojo's whims, a pet was starting to sound nice.

The next day Gojo didn’t bring it up as they got ready for work and he didn’t seem a bit more excited than normal. Nanami couldn’t help but wonder if his partner had forgotten their conversation. They didn’t see each other until it was late into the afternoon. Gojo was bounding up to Nanami with a folder in his hands.

“I printed out a list of the adoptable pets at this shelter so we can look over them on the way there!” Apparently, Gojo had not forgotten their conversation at dinner, and Nanami soon found himself being dragged into a waiting car. On the way to the adoption center that Gojo had chosen the two of them poured over the file. 

“Look at how cute that one is. Oh, but look at that one’s ears. AHHH they’re all so cute!” Nanami couldn’t help but feel his heart warm at the sight of his overexcited husband. They had to quickly stop back at their place first to take some pictures of their living situation as proof that they had a suitable home to own a pet. As soon as they had done that they were right back on course to the shelter.   

“I really can’t decide which of them I like more. Do you have a favorite so far?” Gojo turned to Nanami hoping to get some input on the pets they were looking at. 

“Actually,” Nanami paused “There is one that caught my eye.”

“Which one?” Gojo was eager to know which pet he found of interest. Nanami ruffled through the papers looking for their page. Upon finding it he held it in the middle of the two of them so that Gojo could see it too. 

“She’s so cute, I see why you like her.” Nanami nodded to affirm Gojo’s words. The pet that had caught his eye was a puppy girl. 

“We’ll request to me meet her when we get there!” Gojo was pleased by his husband’s choice and was hoping that you would be everything he wanted in a pet so that it would all work out. 

As soon as they arrived, Gojo was bounding up to the front desk asking the receptionist to help them meet you so they could assess compatibility. The receptionist handed them the proper paperwork so that they could do just that and Nanami filled it out while Gojo handed him the photos of their house to keep on file. Once Nanami handed the paperwork back they looked over it before directing the couple to follow him. They walked into a back area with a long hallway of rooms where prospective adopters could meet the pets they were thinking of adopting. 

“Please wait in here while I bring her to you.” The receptionist bowed before closing the door to the room they had been given behind him. Nanami and Gojo sat down on the sofa-like-bench in the room. Gojo was getting antsy, “I can’t wait to meet her!” His excitement was a little contagious and Nanami found himself also with a swelling feeling of anticipation. They didn’t have to wait for very long though, and soon the receptionist was opening the door to reveal himself and you standing right next to him. You looked just like your picture, almost cuter if they were being honest. The receptionist guided you into the room before making his exit once again. 

“If you need anything please don’t hesitate to push the button on the wall.” and with that, he was gone. Gojo and Nanami now focused their attention on you.  You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, tail down unsure of whether or not to trust the gentlemen in front of you. Gojo motioned for you to join them, you hesitantly took a few steps forward before freezing again. Gojo was loving how shy you were, while on the other hand he just wanted you to love him immediately. Gojo once again patted the space in between him and Nanami eagerly inviting you to sit there. You took a few more steps, finally reaching the end of the bench, before turning around and sitting down. Although you felt awkward being in-between the two complete strangers, you couldn’t deny that your heart was pounding with excitement at the idea of being adopted. Gojo couldn’t stop himself and he brought his hand up to your head, lightly petting your ears. His action made you shiver and lean into his touch. This only served to fuel his eagerness in touching you, and his light strokes turned into a much more vigorous scratching of behind your ears. Nanami watched the way your tail started wagging and how content you now looked under Gojo’s touch. He realized that you were the one, at least in his mind, and he hoped that Gojo would agree. 

“Aww, does puppy like that?” Gojo cooed as he continued to scratch behind your ears, the little rumble coming from your chest was enough of a confirmation for both of them. Nanami did not personally feel the need to join Gojo in petting you, seeing how happy his lover is was enough. He continued to watch over the course of 30 minutes as the two of you bonded. He knew that Gojo and him would be adding a third member to their family.  

“Have you made your decision?” Nanami asked looking down at the pair who had ended up on the floor of the room. Gojo and you paused your petting/cuddling and looked up at him. Nanami elaborated,

“Would you like to look at other pets, or have are you made up you mind Satoru?” You looked up at Gojo with your biggest puppy eyes. You longed for adoption, and the attention Gojo was giving you was all you ever wanted. One look at your cute expression was all too much for Gojo, 

“I’ve made up my mind! I want her.” Nanami nodded in agreement and pushed the call button on the wall. Nanami stood when the receptionist popped in a minute later, 

“Did you need something?”

“We would like to adopt her today,” Nanami stated looking from you and Gojo to the receptionist in the doorway. 

“We need to review the images of your home you provided and there is more paperwork to fill out-”

“That is ok, can we start on the paperwork while the photos are being reviewed?”

“Of course, I’ll go get it right away.” He bowed and quickly exited the room. Nanami was immediately encased in his lover’s arms as Gojo threw himself at Nanami. 

“Thank you!” Gojo sang burying his head in the crook of his lover’s neck. Gojo soon broke away from him though and returned his attention back to you. 

“Did ya hear the puppy? You’re going to be coming home with us!” You couldn’t control how fast your tail started wagging at his words. It didn’t take long for the receptionist to come back with the required paperwork. Nanami filled it out as Gojo resumed playing with you, all the while telling you how perfect your life was going to be and all the nice things you would have. It didn’t take too long to fill out the forms and soon Nanami was once again pressing the call button. He handed the man the completed forms, 

“Your house has been approved. You may come out and get your care instructions packet, please look over them and make sure you don’t have any questions before leaving.” The receptionist opened the door wide for the three of you. Gojo took your hand and lead you out of the room, Nanami followed behind the two of you. Once back in the main entrance area of the shelter where they had first entered, they were handed a small stack of papers. The care packet turned out to be very straight forward. It had a section on feeding, training, your immunization record, medical things to look out for, and so on. 

“Are you ready to go to your new home?” Gojo cooed to you, watching your ears perk up. 

“Not so fast,” Nanami interjected, “We still need to get you a collar.” 

“Oh right,” Gojo remembered. That didn’t take very long though as the shelter had an attached store. Soon you were fitted with a cute collar that Gojo had chosen with your input, and had a name tag with your name and their numbers. 

“Alright puppy, let’s get you home,” Gojo chirped. He had insisted that you sit on his lap for the entire car ride back to their place. Gojo continued to play with your hair and ears, while Nanami finally made a move to touch you, silently allowing his hand to rest on your thigh. It didn’t take long to reach their apartment. Once inside Gojo was eager to give you the full tour of your new living space, 

“This is the living room, we watch movies and relax there. This is the kitchen where we eat. This is the guest bathroom. Oh! And this is the bedroom. You’ll be sleeping here with us.” You were at Gojo’s heels the entire time, joyfully following him and experiencing your new home. 

“Hmm… according to the schedule the shelter had you on, it’s about time for you to eat dinner. Are you hungry?” Nanami asked looking up from the papers in his hand. Your tail halted its back and forth motion, taking in his words before it resumed its wagging. You nodded your head, bringing your hand to your tummy to emphasize your hunger. 

“Alright then, let’s fix that.” Nanami made his way back to the kitchen and pulled out the leftovers from last night. As he heated them up for the three of you, Gojo lead you to the table and promptly pulled you onto his lap. It didn’t take Nanami very long to prepare the food, and soon he was setting down two full plates for them, and just one bowl of plain rice for you.

“The instructions said to stick to plain food for the first few days to make sure that the stress of adjusting to a new environment, your doesn’t upset your stomach,” Nanami explained noticing your pouty expression at the dull meal. 

“Cheer up puppy,” Gojo chimed in, “close your eyes and I’ll feed it to you so you can pretend it’s something yummy.” You obliged, closing your eyes and opening your mouth allowing Gojo to feed you. Nanami watched as his husband praised you for eating all your food like the good girl you were. Not too long after finishing the rice, you felt yourself growing a bit tired. You were still on Gojo’s lap as he ate his food, and you took advantage of your position. Nuzzling your nose into his neck before resting your head on his shoulder and falling asleep. Gojo had to contain his excitement as not to wake you once he realized what had happened.  

“Look at her,” Gojo whispered with glee to Nanami. 

“She’s definitely adorable.” Nanami agreed, standing up after taking one last look last you as began clearing the plates. After he finished cleaning up, he made his way back to his lover who had remained in the exact same position as not to disturb you. 

“Here, let me take her.” Nanami moved to lift you off Gojo, cradling you to him in bridal position. He carefully started walking to the bedroom, Gojo following behind him. The way your hand took hold of Nanami’s suit jacket as he carried you was enough to make him melt. Gojo pulled back the covers on the bed and Nanami gently laid you down on the mattress. He had to remove the hand of yours that was gripping him and guided it down with the rest of you. The two of them changed quickly so they could join you in the bed. As soon as Gojo was changed he made his way to your side, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest. Nanami followed his lead and laid on the other side of you on his back. What he was not expecting was you to wiggle away from Gojo in your sleep and cling to his chest. Gojo frowned, 

“That’s not fair, she’s supposed to love me more.”

[imagintheworldaway]

Secrets

Anonymous asked: Could you do one of Harry and fem. reader where she’s also a big youtuber, she’s secretly dating Harry and goes with him all the time to the sidemen shoots to just help around BTS and is also spends time with Harry just talking to him, cuddling or just checking up on him and the fans see her in the background of someone’s ig story and freak out cause they find out that they’re dating? Hopefully that made somewhat of a sense. Thanks!

A/N I hope I got this right! it was so fun to write something more cuddly! I'm still accepting requests!

Being a YouTuber was not part of my plan. Succeeding and becoming the most subscribed to female YouTuber from the UK was defiantly not part of the plan. Finding the love of my life at such a young age who also shared my passion and love for the community was just a huge bonus that came with my life style. 

My relationship with Harry had been going on for just under 18 months, all of our friends knew but we had yet to tell our fans, following in JJ’s footsteps and wishing to keep out private lives more of a secret. Well our love lives at least. We relished in our moments together, secret pictures, holidays we took to small islands and unknown places just to spend time together. We had been so careful and thus far it had all paid off for us. 

I was helping with the new Sidemen Sunday video, the price is correct or what ever they decide to call it. we were on set and I was just there to help around with all the little bits since their assistant was off sick. Plus it was a prime excuse to spend time with Harry. 

“Y/N can you grab me a bottle of water?” Vik asked from on set whilst the cameras weren’t rolling. “Yes boss” I said saluting him, grabbing a water and bringing it on set. “You know what, I’m not surprised your assistant is sick of you” I giggled as I handed over the water. “We’re not that bad, could be getting you to run around like a head less chicken but think bog would kill us” Ethan commented earning a laugh from Harry. 

“Awe how sweet” I smiled moving so I was on the other side of Harrys podium.”so glad you’re protecting me from these big mean men” I teased at my boyfriend, causing a light blush to grace his cheeks. “Yh well, need to protect you, you seen these lads? They’re mental, and that’s when they’re sober” Harry commented waving his arms around gesturing at the lads causing me to giggle. “You’re so silly” I smiled at my boyfriend as I leant on his podium a little looking at the shot glass and grabbing the white board pen, drawing a tiny heart in the corner of his board. 

Harry pouted at the drawing “I’m going to have to rub that out now, or everyone will think I’ve gone soppy” he grabbed the white board eraser and removed my drawing. “There’s nothing wrong with being soppy with your girlfriend” I shot back at him. “5 minutes guys” Kon shouted from behind the cameras. “Best go back to being your assisted Mr Lewis” I wiggled my eyebrows at my boyfriend. “Well I need you to come here” Harry said his hands on the edge of the podium. I leant on the structure as Harry leant down and gave me a kiss. “I hope you don’t treat all of your assistants like that” I teased him, straightening the hood of his jumper out so it wasn’t all clumped up. “Only the fit ones” he smiled at me. “30 seconds, Y/N off set” Kon called. 

I waved goodbye to my boyfriend as he pouted at me, quickly turning that pout into a smile as the signal for the cameras to turn on was given. The shoot went really well with Harry winning an array of items but ultimately loosing out on the big prize of going to Dubai. I watched the whole thing, with crew phones not being allowed on set I didn’t have much more to do, but it was entertaining. 

I walked up to the boys as time was called. “We are not keeping that pig” I laughed as I got a frown from harry. “Its so ugly babe, plus it won’t fit in your apartment” I commented looking the structure up and down. “That’s why he’s staying at yours” Harry smiled at me. I shook my head giggling at him , there was no way that thing was even coming close to my house. 

We bid farewell to all of the guys and made our way back to my apartment as it was ironically closer to the studio than Harry and Cals place. As soon as we were back at mine I finally turned on my phone as Harry flopped down on my sofa reaching out for me. I giggled and straddled his legs, nuzzling into his neck until I heard my phone go off furiously with all my missed notifications. I tried to ignore the constant buzzing by snuggling deeper into Harrys chest, his arms wrapped my waist and his fingers playing with the end of my hair. After around 15 minutes of trying to just relax with Harry and my phone still not giving up I decided to lean up and grab my device. Earning a groan from Harry as the warmth of my body was no longer leaning on him. I was met with texts from Talia, Gee, Elz, Freya and mentions from fans about Simons instagram story. I leant up further so that I was sitting on Harrys lap and furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s on Simons story?” I questioned and after a second of though ultimately receiving a shrug from my boyfriend. I cocked my head, a sign to elaborate. “My phone died when we got to the studio I have no clue, just come back and lets nap” he whined for my touch.  I rolled my eyes and went onto Simons instagram. After clicking through a few stories I saw one from the shoot today and quite clearly in the background see me leaning on Harrys podium with him leaning down and kissing me. I gasped at the story and instantly spun my phone around for Harry to see. He leant up onto his elbows and squinted at the photo before his eyes went wide realising the image he was seeing. It was obviously me as you could see my hair and figure quite clearly, even if I was only in my comfy clothes on set today, my fans know me too well.

“We were so careful” I whispered feeling so defeated that such a simple mistake by an unknowing friend was the grand reveal of our relationship. “Bloody Simon” Harry said through gritted teeth, reaching for his charging phone and I can only presume he was about to chew out his friend. “Hey babe, it’s ok” I said grabbing Harrys face so that he was looking at me and not focusing on his phone. “Well looks like our secrets out” Harry whispered looking back at me with eyes that said ‘I’m so sorry, my mates are idiots’. “Best confirm It then I guess?” I suggested smirking at Harry, there was no way of us avoiding this now, this comment received a nod from Harry. He sat up with me still straddling his chest. I took a screenshot of Simons story and zoomed in on Harry and I. I popped it on my instagram story with the caption ‘secrets out I guess thanks @miniminter ;)’. Then I took a cute selfie of Harry and I in our current positions on the sofa and added that to my story, tagging him and adding little love heart emojis to the picture. Soon floods of messages came in from twitter, instagram and even reddit with people claiming they knew all along and how they were happy for us. 

“At least we can go out in public properly together, I finally get to show off my gorgeous girlfriend to the world” Harry smirked at me rubbing his hands up and down my sides. 

“Looks like we are the new it couple now” I smiled at harry showing him the positive reaction we were getting. “Oo I can do so many more videos now, thanks for the new content” I giggled at him before he engulfed me in a hug, smashing our lips together shutting me up. “God I love you” 

[wakaoujisenhime]

200 event! :D A scenario for Bakugo x reader x Kirishima poly. What if their fem s/o takes a hard hit to save a child jumping in front of a blow from an enemy? The injury nearly kills her but in the end she survives, and fully recovers. How would they react to this? (I actually requested something almost exactly like this once for Hashirama, Tobirama, and Minato awhile back. Now I’d like to see it done for these two.) And congratulations on 200! You are amazing and deserve it! 🥰

A/N: Thank you for trusting me with this, I hope you’ll like it! Also...that’s actually quite the cute scenario for these three Hokages 👀 Enjoy! 

Tags: Bakugou x reader x Kirishima ✅  poly relationship ✅  fluff ✅  slight angst ✅

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More than you can imagine - Bakugou x reader x Kirishima

What were you thinking when you jumped in front of that small child?

Your team had been sent out to evacuate the area while the present pro heroes handled the threat and everything seemed to go just as you had planned it, but that’s when a giant villain caught your attention. He was towering in front of a small child who tried to save their parental figure from some ruble that had injured their leg. You watched in horror as the adult tried to warn and prompt their child to run away, but seeing how hard that young person continued to struggle motivated you. And before you noticed it, you were already running in their direction, ignoring the two screaming voices of your loved ones behind you, you sprinted for the small child who had finally realized the inescapable situation. Just as the villain was about to hit that small figure in front of him you jumped in between them and tried to reduce the attack’s damage with your own quirk’s impact, but the last thing you remember hearing before everything went black was two familiar voices calling your name.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes you slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by an entirely white room. You wanted to look around some more, but a sudden wave of pain halted any planned movement of yours. A silent groan escaped your mouth and that’s when you felt someone squeeze your left hand.

“(Y/N)...you’re finally awake.“ said a deep and tired voice.

“Katsuki? Is that you?“

As if to answer your question he stood up from his seat beside you and carefully leaned himself down to where your head was resting as he finally responded in his usual and cheeky tone: “Who else would it be dumbass?”

Even if he tried to sound like his usual self, you still managed to hear the slight worry and tremble in his voice, a realization that made you quite sad. You wanted to make sure that he was ok, but that’s when you finally remembered the incident with that small child.

“W-What happened to that child? A-And the parent..? Are t-they safe? Or what about t-the villain? Where is he?“

You were visibly panicking and thanks to the vital sign patient monitor next to your bed Bakugou was also able to see the evident rise in your heart rate, so he did what he always did in order to calm you down. His big hands took a hold of your cheeks, squeezing them lightly as he brought his forehead closer to yours until they eventually bumped into each other as he whispered: “It’s all been taken care of...calm yourself down.”

The familiar gesture of his made you smile and it indeed helped you calm down. He always did that when either you or Kirishima were freaking out, mad, or just upset in general and something about his method always helped you come down from your raging emotions.

Now that I think about it...where is Kirishima?

You once again began looking around, but thanks to the tight bandages on your neck your head only moved a couple of millimeters that really didn’t help much with your plan.

“If you’re looking for Kirishima then you really don’t have to worry...he’s sleeping right next to you.”

To prove his point he gently lifted your head up just enough so that you caught a glimpse of the red-haired young man sleeping on the right side of your bed while his hand had grasped your own right one. The peaceful sight of your normally energetic lover conjured a smile on your face which was then passed onto the blond young man who carefully returned you in your former lying state. Before the two of you continued your talk he quickly left the room to tell a nurse that you’ve regained consciousness.

While he was gone you listened to the light breathing of the sleeping man beside you and smiled to yourself. You gently squeezed his big hand and caressed the back of his palm with your thumb when his head suddenly shot up.

“Oh my god (Y/N), you’re finally awake! Baku-..Bakugou? Where is he? How could he miss this important moment?!”

Seeing him panic like that gave you quite the déjà vu and you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. Not wanting to keep him on tenterhooks you subsequently told him that the man in question had left to inform the hospital staff of your awakening. Relief spread across Kirishima’s facial features and he once again took a seat next to you as the both of you waiting for the others’ arrival.

The nurses finally arrived alongside your other boyfriend and after they asked you a couple of routine questions they finally moved on to a physical exam. A couple of minutes later they discussed something amongst each other while the three of you tensely waited for their estimation.

“Alright, then we have some news. Your body seems to have recovered almost completely, but we’d like to keep you here for at least another day or two to see how well you’d do without the bandages.”

You nodded understandably but for some reason, Bakugou seemed rather opposed to that idea, but instead of lashing out at them he, much to your surprise, remained quiet. Only when they had left the room he finally exploded and began screaming something about how they could have the audacity and why Kirishima and he couldn’t just take care of you at home. While you just stared at him in confusion the red-haired young man tried to calm him down so that they could explain everything to you.

“I still can’t believe that you could be that reckless! Just what were you thinking, you airhead?!”

Not even a minute had passed and the blond was already lecturing you and all you could do was remain silent and nod. From a fourth person’s viewpoint, it would seem pretty insensitive of the blond to scream at you like that, but this was simply his way of showing you that he genuinely cared and was worried for you. After he finished he simply stood up and went to your room’s windows, leaving the explanations to Kirishima who only giggled and then sat down on the small stool next to your bed.

“Well you see (Y/N) after that villain’s attack hit you, you immediately lost consciousness and well...your injury didn’t look mild at all so as panicked as the two of us were, one of the pro heroes took it upon themself to bring you to the hospital.” he paused and began to softly play with your fingers before continuing  “Baku-...the two of us were pretty upset that they didn’t allow us to take you to the hospital, but I guess that was their way of trying to distract us and even though it worked for a couple of hours, the moment we set foot here the doctors packed quite the punch with your condition...”

You noticed how his and Katsuki’s facial muscles immediately tensed up, their expressions growing grim at the unpleasant memory. Knowing them and their typical behavior patterns, you refrained from prying or even saying anything and just waited until one of them continued.

Kirishima told you how your entire torso’s bone structure had been literally smashed to pieces by the villain’s blow and that at first, the doctors weren’t that optimistic concerning your recovery. Bakugou didn’t like that attitude at all and had apparently made it clear by doing what he does best: screaming. Neither he nor the red-haired man next to you elaborated what they had said or done, but they had apparently pulled some strings and called Recovery Girl over to take a look at you. She of course agreed to help you, but she said that even with her quirk’s help it would be up to your body to do the rest, and as unsatisfying as that answer was, they had no other choice but to accept it. You had been bedridden for almost an entire month and the doctors had told your two lovers that you might actually be in a coma considering that you weren’t making any signs of waking up anytime soon. They were given an ultimatum until the end of the month. They had to decide whether they’d like to keep you hooked on all the necessary machines or turn them off...and their decision was due today.

“S-So if I hadn’t woken up today...then you two would’ve...?“

Kirishima looked at you with his big and glassy red eyes, nodding silently, but just when he opened his mouth to tell you something, Bakugou beat him to it.

“But you woke up, didn’t you?! That’s it, end of the story.“ he abruptly turned around, facing the two of you as he took a deep breath and continued “I’ll go and grab some apples from those nosy nurses, and by the time I’m back I don’t want to see those mopy expressions on you two, got that?!“

And with that statement he stormed off, leaving Kirishima and you alone.

“You know, just between the two of us...he was really worried about you, like really worried. He refused to go back home and insisted on sleeping here next to you and even though the nurses forbid him to enter your room for the first couple of days, he still came over with a folding chair and sat right outside of your door. They’d call me every night and lecture me about it, but somewhere deep inside of me I understood where he was coming from, so after they finally allowed visitors even I decided to join him and every single night or free day we had we were here...waiting for you to wake up.“

The imagination of the two of them always being beside you, sick with worry made you tear up a little and your lover noticed that. He gently wrapped his arms around you and softly caressed your slightly trembling body.

“The hell is this? I come back, hoping that you’d be grinning like idiots by now and what do I find? More ugly crying faces than before...god, you’re impossible.“

While the two of you cried in each other’s arms, the blond sat down and started cutting the apples he’d brought, listening to your sobby apologies and how you’d think before acting next time. You explain that at that moment it was as if your feet had moved on their own and at that familiar sentence Bakugou finally interrupted you.

“(Y/N), I get what you want to say, but what annoyed me the most was the fact that you didn’t react to our screaming back then. I am a hero who can fight in close combat as well as in a more distanced one and while you were running toward that child I was preparing my AP Shot. Kirishima and I wanted to warn you to get out of the way, but you didn’t listen. And if you think that I was the only one worried sick about your condition, then you better think twice, cause shitty hair over there cried himself to sleep every night, thinking that his stupid excuse of not getting enough sleep would work on me. You wanna know why he avoided visiting you every day? Cause it reminded him of his helpless self back then and the thought that he couldn’t protect you-“

“Ok I think that’s enough...let us stop talking about it, please.“

Both men looked at you, surprised that it was you who interrupted the blond’s line of thought. You wordlessly stretched your arms out and waited for them to wrap their arms around you and embrace you like always. It took a short while and a bit of persuasion until they had finally hugged you and the moment their muscular bodies were wrapped around your in comparison smaller one, you simply ruffled their hair, kissed both of their cheeks, and said: “I’m sorry you two, I know I’ve worried you and I’d like to apologize one last time. Thank you for not giving up on me...I love you.”

We love you too...more than you can imagine

[infuriatedleprechaun]

OSTRACIZED

CHAPTER 18 (EXPLOSION)

Chapters 1-17 here!

if you wanna be tagged in this story lemme know!

I’ve had a couple people binge my story and leaving likes, thanks to those people, it feels good, fam. :)

trigger warning for the recap even, it’s gnarly, don’t read with a weak stomach.

RECAP

- "Transform into one of your forms!" He snarled. I did what I always did when he screamed that demand at me. I merely shook my head, tears in my eyes as I felt my neck and leg blister. The smell of burning flesh would've made me gag if I had the energy.

"Do it now or we are going to kill you!" I flinched when he took a step forward. I heard the cap to the syringe come off with a pop, and it hit the ground when he carelessly spit it out. I tried to cover my neck but I couldn't fight these guys at full strength let alone now. 

- "A-Abby?" Raph's voice sounded more broken than even mine when he said my name. I definitely didn't blame him though, I was probably unrecognizable right now. My crying stop, I lowered my arms slowly in case this was an elaborate mental warfare game that the high tech scientists cooked up. Because something like this would break me in less than a heart beat. 

- "Did you just say submarine?" Vicky's brows furrowed as she was very carefully passed off to Mikey. 

- "Sounds like a great plan to me, fearless" Raph said darkly, he tucked my head under his chin, and rocked me a bit, before delicately transferring me to Donnie. I was tensing again, NO, they couldn't take this entire place on alone! It was already dangerous for the four of them to come here to save us!

um... warnings? I’m pretty sure I’ve hit every gnarly thing you can come up with... there going to be A LOT of violence in this chapter. of any kind you can kind of think of. If that’s not your thing, don’t read. 

18+ STILL

CHAPTER 18 (Explosion)

"No" worry came to my eyes when Leo's plan was to go alone with Raph. I felt my heart begin to pump out 200 beats per minute at the suggestion.

"What's wrong Abby?" Raph was about to move out with Leo, but stopped and came back to me and Donnie who was beginning to look me over.

"Don't go alone" I wasn't even trying to hide the fear in my exhausted blue eyes. It wasn't them against a large group of cutthroat and a large group of TCRI agents. That's what happened to them the first time Leo got caught! What if they got them, what if they did HORRIBLE things to them? Vicky and I understood first hand what they were capable of.

This was going to be them against an entire base of both, this plan was insanely dangerous. Vicky and I wouldn't be able to push our luck to get them back if they were captured.

We were weak and probably unable to transform at this rate even if we wanted to. TCRI and Silver don't need us anymore, I didn't even want to think about the horror the boys would go through if caught, or if they were straight up kill them, my chest quivered as I felt myself about to cry again.

"Baby. We'll be ok. This isn't like the last time, far from it. You guys need to be brought to safety and we need to hit them fast and hard while we have the element of surprise, we don't have time to wait for Don and Mike" I understood the logic, but I was still so scared for them.

"You kept your promise, I'll keep mine. I'll come back to you" he squatted down, and gently took my face in his hands. But barely, his touch was ghostly gentle.

"Please be careful. Both of you" I begged, my hand shakily came up to grab his wrist in by best attempt of a death grip, as Raph wiped my tears off my cheeks with his thumbs.

"Yeah. I sacrificed my hair that took me years to grow out. Least ya'll can do is not be complete idiots" Vicky shot, she didn't seem so on bored with this thing, just like me, worry in her own tired brown eyes.

Leo walked over to her, she was nestled in protectively to Mikey, the leader had a sad smile on his face. You could tell the leader in blue was just so happy to finally have her back and see her fighting spirit come back with a vengeance.

"I wouldn't dream of it" he assured.

"You guys will be very safe with Don and Mike"

"We aren't worried about us, boy scout" Vicky huffed, it was a demand for him to be careful in disguise.  

"You better leave with us. And you better not be all banged up or unconscious" Vicky continued, scolding Leo and Raph alike.

"Don't do something you'll regret or don't normally do, either" The brown haired woman finished with a huff. She could tell they were upset.  

"Oh don't worry. We wont regret any of it" Raph promised. He saw the confused expression come over my face. But before I could ask he gave me a kiss, and stood up, Leo and him both bolted out the door.

"What.... why would you need to tell them that?" My toneless voice asked Vicky.

"I don't think you truly realize just how, to put it mildly: upset they are" Don raised a brow at me as he began to gently look at my wrists and ankles I winced a bit when my skin tugged ever so slightly and stung at the wounds.

I was kind of just staring blankly at him and he chuckled as he put an antiperspirant on the raw wounds with a free hand, my 5'0 frame easily nestled in his single arm, especially considering all the weight I unwillingly lost.

"Between your denseness and his hard headedness I have no idea how you guys became official" Donnie had a more light hearted tone.  

"We're "official"?"

"I cant even tell if you're joking right now"

"I mean, we've never talked about it" I pointed out.

"Sometimes you don't need to. This is one of those times" Don assured. I saw him pull a scalpel out and got tense, oh I hope he wasn't about to use that on me... Was one of my wounds infected? That was never a good experience.

He held his hand out, and made a large cut into his palm. What was he doing?

His uninjured hand threw the scalpel to Mikey.

"Mike, get over here, lean Vicky against the wall. They need blood and they need it now, and then we'll make our way to the sub" Don held his hand up to my mouth and I couldn't help but to turn my head away, my face twisted with distaste.

"Abby. Please don't resist this. I don't think you realize just how bad your condition is" I sighed, I will never get used to harming my family like this.

"Come on" he urged, I gave a nod, lapping up the blood from his palm, feeling my teeth grow. The urgency in which I drank was someone who hadn't had water in a long time. I wasn't losing control like a wild animal, but I was drinking desperately.

I felt my wounds start to speed up in their recovery gradually, and I pulled myself away from the wound, I didn't want to drink as much as I did already.

"You feel a little bit better? You're almost the same color as us" Mikey offered a smile.

"You guys are a nice, vibrant, green color. I don't even know what to call this" I looked down at my gray arms, sharing a smile with him.

"Ana is going to be so happy you guys are ok. She's been worried sick. They tucked you away good"

"You needed a submarine to get down here?" Vicky was still caught on that, as she wiped some of Mikey's blood off the side of her mouth. I could tell she was also feeling guilty about drinking it.

"Yeah. Speaking of which, we need to get going" A very loud alarm with red flashing lights sounded.

"Raph and Leo tripped the alarm" Mikey snickered. It really made me wonder, was it my captors punishing me because I was dying? Or was it because they knew the boys were onto them?

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Raph and Leo were running around aimlessly, they both swear everyone was in hiding, but that's ok, they were going to find their main room of operations, free any prisoners they saw, and then go from there.

The two were deathly silent as they traveled, and boy they were not about to be gentle with absolutely anyone they ran into. Neither of them could believe what they saw, they almost didn't recognize the women they were in such bad shape. How could you ever do that to a living being? Let alone those two? They were so big hearted and loving.

It made their cores red hot and their blood boil, typically they tried to do minimal damage to even their enemies, but not this time. The first three unfortunate souls were running down the hallway at them, guns up. Leo and Raph both charged, body checking both of them so hard into the wall they went through it, blasting into another room.

One weakly got up, and began to crawl to what was clearly an alarm, and pulled it down, activating red lights, and a very loud siren. The biggest turtles wanted that though, they wanted to inflict pain on these disgusting creatures who DARE hurt their women.

They took out there weapons, and felt their anger rise, almost to a blinding effect, remembering their scarred skin, bruises, cuts, burns. Oh it made them SO mad that that was done to them, and for what? Nothing could ever excuse such torture.

A large group surrounded them, some coming from behind, others from their front.

"I'm going to make you regret absolutely everything" Raph spun his sai, stalking up to them. The gentle green hazel eyes he usually sported were long gone, dark, oh he was going to kill these fuckers. And what he was going to be doing to them was so much more merciful than what they did to Abby!

He spun a sai, ramming it through the skull, the helmet the person was wearing didn't stand a chance, it all but shattered like egg shell. Leo started cutting down the evil scientists and their pawns mercilessly as well, all from slitting throats, running them through, and body checking them through walls.

There was a point where the boys both got so burned up, the second they got near a wall they were ripping the structures apart and using that as weapons as well. Bashing helmets/skulls in with it, they were going to tear this whole place apart! Both boys were seeing red, yes, even the cool headed leader, who could deal with a lot but NEVER when someone harmed anyone in his family.

They didn't even stop at harming Vicky and Abby, they did so much worse, they broke their spirit, they tortured them for weeks on end. They tried to get them to be turned against their family, they were trying to force them to do things they didn't want to do. The list was never ending and the more he thought into it the more he felt himself lose himself to his anger.

"You will never hurt anyone here ever again!" The leader in blue snarled. He was doing no handed cartwheels, he was letting it all go, because Vicky and Abby couldn’t. The disgusting monsters of this facility/company would forever remember to never mess with anyone in the Hamato clan, EVER again.

The turtles found themselves running through the halls, continuing to bash the walls down, whether it was blind anger of lashing out at the inanimate objects, or just straight up running through them.

They were an unstoppable force, a stampede of pure fury and rage, of two very large, strong, and ANGRY beings. Anytime they made it through to a room, they would trash it, computers, mystery equipment, you named it. It would be mangled by their ruthless out of control hands.

One by one they went down all the rooms, hallways, anyone that got in their way immediately regretted it. It didn't matter what kind of weapon they had, the boys were so fast it wouldn't have been able to be used, or it would be dodged. TCRI got lucky the first time, but Leo would never let that happen again! Especially considering what was done to get him back! They should've never sacrificed themselves like that!

Raph and Leo got to heavier security, and took it in stride, not caring who or what was in their way as they crushed, slashed, and threw. They tried their nets, their fancy weapons, their traps, but the boys were too focused on their goal: The burn this place to the ground.

Whatever this group was hiding, it was behind these doors, they looked a lot more secure than everything else, reinforced metal doors. But they weren't going to stay that way for long, Raph cracked his knuckles as Leo lead the way to the new obstacle.

They started to punch the hell out of it, immediately putting dents into it, when they started to get holes in it, they reached in, grabbing at the torn up alloy, and began to tear it apart. Making a literal hole into the open lab.

Here there was large doses of blood everywhere, being tested in a variety of ways, microscope, with other chemicals, even with other blood as they did research. The boys recognized the smell of the blood, and they were angry all over again. This was the blood these scientists got from Vicky and Abby! And there was so much!

In the middle of the lab there was a large table, 5 scientists were surrounding it, 4 males 1 female. Along the walls of the lab there was weapons and torture devices everywhere, everything to torches, branding irons, needles, which was a pretty good indicator that whatever demon(s) hurt their girls was in this very room.

Raph turned around, bending the hole they just made to block the entrance, these people will not be escaping their wrath either.

They didn't even get their weapons out for this one, they wanted to be up and personal for it, they wanted to strike the same fear into these hell spawn, as the women had to. Raph remembered how badly Abby flinched when he kicked the door open, and then laid a gentle hand on her. The memory made his chest tight, she was so scared, he would never let that happen again!

Oh, he was going to make every ally to TCRI shake when they see the remains of these dirt bags, the turtles would strike fear into their facility from here on out. He grabbed the first scientist, and he began to use his fists, it didn't take long, but when the rest scattered he realized he and his brother were down for a chase.

There wasn't too many places to hide, but even if there was, unlike their hunter girlfriends, they could smell everyone, even if they were bad at tracking, which they were VERY good at. One by one they picked the scientists off, beating them down until they stopped moving.

They weren't done there though, like everywhere else, they began to tear the lab apart, breaking everything, no matter how much time it took. All the equipment was torn up or smashed beyond all repair, not even Donnie would be able to reconstruct it.

"Alright, ready to get out of here?" Raph asked. Leo looked around, seeing the woman's still body.

"Almost" He walked up to her, pulling his razor sharp sword, and began to cut as closely to her scalp as he could, harvesting her hair, he dug around in his gear, finding something to meticulously tie it with, and did, and placed it in a pouch.

"Now I'm ready" Leo told his brother who was cleaning off his sai on his pants.

"Feel any better?" Raph seemed to finally be dying down, himself.

"Nope"

"Me either. They died quickly" Abby and Vicky were suffering for the entire two and a half weeks they were here.

"We'll feel better when we get back to them" Leo placed a hand on Raph's shoulder, and his brother definitely agreed. Both boys felt something wet at their feet, looking down. It was water, they were going to have to move and they were going to have to move fast.

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I could not believe we were in a freaking submarine, docked to an underwater lab facility. This was actually insane, I figured they hid us well, but how did the boys find us? I stared out the window from where I sat on a litterstantion, the water was murky, but it didn't even matter, I was under water! Cool! It was a nice, tiny distraction while I tried not to think about the danger Leo and Raph just threw themselves headfirst into.

"Leo and Raph back on their way?" Vicky asked from the opposite side of the submarine, Donnie was messing with controls, probably getting ready to go.

"Yeah. They just checked in. They said this place won't hold up a whole lot longer"

"They… They literally tore it apart…?" I looked at her, she looked surprised, like she knew they were upset… But they tore a whole lab apart with their bear hands. It appears she didn't realize to the full extent of their anger.

"Yes. And Mikey and I will be blowing it up before we leave"

"Right on!" Mikey whooped.

The top of the sub opened, Don and Mike looked up to see who it was, both seemed a little unnerved by what they saw, making me think that it was not Leo and Raph that came through the hatch. But when I saw the unmistakable turtles climb their way down the ladder, I felt so much relief.

"Raph" I breathed, he was here, he was ok, they didn’t get their grimy hands on my family, I felt tears of happiness well in my eyes that they made it back safely.

"I'm here" he assured me. I felt high maintenance being so demanding, and needy, but I missed him so so very much. I didn't want to be on the litterstantion, I wanted to be with him.

"Can… Can we cuddle?" I asked my blue eyes looking hopeful at him.

"Abby, I uh. I'm pretty gross right now" it was at this point I noticed all the blood Leo and himself had on them, Leo gently sitting down under where Vicky was perched, and delicately took her hand, stroking it with his thumb. Vicky smiled at that, seeming to take great comfort in the affection.

"So am I... We don't have to if you don't want to" I assured looking down at my hands, a little sad.

Raph picked me up so fast, but managed to support me so I didn't get whipped around or aggravate anything, he really is a ninja I don't know how he did it! He sat up against the wall of the sub, I was gently nestled in his lap, his arm supporting my upper body.

I saw Don and Mikey get a little more relaxed at the sight of their brothers now, and Don continued to mess with the controls more quickly, I don't know what chilled them to begin with though. Did they think it was their blood or something? That they were injured?

"You need to drink more blood though" he rumbled.

"I promise I will later" I just wanted to snuggle up against him and take in all the affection my heart so desperately needed.

"Alright" I felt his face press up against my head, a gentle intake of my scent, and his body relaxed more around me, as he gently rocked me.

A bright light from the front of the sub made me look up, I hadn't even realized we dove into the water and pointed at the facility. It looked like Donnie let Mikey push the button to set off the explosive ordinances into the facility.

I saw Vicky go from a gentle gaze with Leo to her snapping her head over to where the haunting building was, I don't know what Donnie packed in this thing, but it did a VERY good job. Even the foundation for this place was blown to pieces.

"Good riddance"

"Dudes. There is going to be so many underwater ghosts here" Mikey breathed, I gave an airy laugh.

"As long as no one in our family is apart of that" Leo sounded to serious to his goofy brother.

"Come on, let's go home" Donnie turned the sub, and began to drive to the surface.

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Ok ok ok so theres a soulmate prompts and it's the most important thing your soulmate says to you is written on you and like i think it would be a great prompt for either Kyoutani or Ushijima and it be something along the lines of I love you something that people hear everyday but would mean so much more than just "I love you" coming from them

Okay, ngl, I was struggling a bit with this one. Motivation really said nope. But! Then, something happened today, and this ended up a little longer than I wanted it to. But! It is so good. So here, my lovely little anon, have my heart and soul

Thank you for sending in a request to the event my dear

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The idea of having a soulmate was sweet in and of itself; actually having a soulmate was a different story of whether you could actually find them. Because in a world so big and full of people, the chance of finding them was getting so rare that it was more surprising to see a pair of soulmates than it was to see a regular couple who had chosen to be together.

It didn’t help that you only had a phrase on your wrist to go by. “That sentence will be the most important thing your soulmate will say to you,” your 6th grade teacher mused with stars in her eyes, “and your soulmate is someone who you will feel the most connected to, things will feel right, like everything has fallen into place.” At the time, you were infatuated with soulmates (maybe because they held the love that you lacked), but you’d grown to realise how small of a chance you had to find your soulmate.

I love you.

Of course you couldn’t have something normal, something easy to recognise. Now you had to second guess every single time someone told you they loved you, whether you’d felt some sort of special connection or whether it was just a friendly remark. Life was ever confusing.

You settled on the idea you had no hope to find your soulmate, that you’d have to create your own special connection with someone - that made you content - because special connections can be made with time and care.

That was why you’d loved you’d met Kyoutani Kentarou - maybe it was a bad thing that you two fueled each other’s flames but who was to stop you? No one, that would be the first problem. You’d met at a volleyball camp for young kids, your brother wanted to go so your mom made you go with him; it was like you locked eyes and were instantly drawn to each other.

As much as neither of you liked to admit it, no one could make you happier than the other. He was the spark in your step, the flame in your heart, the roar you needed to fight back. You were his calm, an ocean in a world surrounded by destruction, the bite he needed to pull back. That wasn’t to say you weren’t just as chaotic - if not more - than he was. Sure, he'd be the one to start fights, but you preferred to finish them. To push buttons beyond relief.

Neither of you had exceptional social skills, but who needs social skills when you already found the person who compliments you so well.

He may not have been the reason you played volleyball initially, but he was the reason you stayed. And, like Kyoutani, if you’re going to put your energy into something, you put 100% of your effort into it. The same way you’d put 100% into your relationship with him.

Kyoutani started your adventures together and you tagged along. When he joined Aoba Johsai, you were hot on his tail. He joined the boys VBC team, and you joined the girls. It meant you spent a little less time together, but when you were together you had so much to talk about.

So maybe things started to go wrong when you started getting closer to your team and he was at an impasse. More temperamental and on edge than ever before. And that shitty captain of his didn’t help much either, but you helped where you could - even when it didn’t seem to go anywhere.

And when he was kicked out of his club, you followed suit once again, quitting yours until he got a chance to join again. Even when you were suffering, it couldn’t have equated to what he was feeling, so you dealt with it.

“Why did you do it?” He asked, glaring off into the distance after school. You didn't know why you were waiting around, but he said he had something to do, so you joined him.

“What?” You quirked a brow up at him.

“Quit your club.” He elaborated and you shrugged.

“Where you go, I go, no matter what, Kenta.” You looked away before you could see the emotions on his face shift from his typical glare to something more. Something light and filled with adoration and confusion all at one. His hand unconsciously went to his shoulder, where the words of his soulmate lay. You weren’t even paying attention. He could have sworn his heart fluttered in that moment.

Of course, he’d always liked you in some way, that was why he let you stick around - and maybe there was a deeper connection he couldn’t explain. But there was an issue: he didn’t want things to change. Maybe he was being selfish, who cares. Not him. Definitely not him.

Things only got worse when he started to notice things about you, things he’d seen before but hadn’t really paid attention to. Like the way you swayed your head in deep concentration, or how your eyes would light up when talking about something you were passionate about. How you’d bite your lip nervously as he argued with people. Even that you’d reach out and grab his shirt just before he swung to punch. You’d stand more behind him when the volleyball came around him, like you were on edge around them, eyes constantly flickering between them and him for any signs of hostility. You didn’t seem to trust them (with the exception of Iwaizumi because he trusted Iwaizumi).

Every little thing you did drove him crazy. So what if he’d fallen for you? You didn’t need to know because things didn’t need to change.

Watching you play volleyball was like a different kind of rush - you were a Libero - every movement was calm and calculated as you dove across the court. He can only imagine how it must have felt for you. And the fact you insisted on wearing a skirt on the court drove him insane.

You must have noticed, because you brought it up. “You doing okay, Ken?” You tilt your head to the side, trying to work out the wonders in his mind. For the ninth time today, he avoids your eyes. You’re starting to feel offended, have you done something wrong? You couldn’t think of anything you’d done wrong, but maybe you just weren’t thinking hard enough.

“‘M fine.” He sighed; you looked up at him with wide doe eyes and he thought his heart might melt. Then you did the worst thing you could have done; you reached out and squeezed his hand. He tried to pull away, but you wouldn’t let him - in the end, he ended up falling over, you ended up falling with him. On top of him.

Was this heaven or hell? He’d find out later. Of course he knew you were his soulmate, but you didn’t know. You couldn’t know. He wouldn’t let you know. Because things were fine how they were. And what if he wasn’t good enough? What if he hurt you somehow? You were happy right now, weren’t you? So maybe everything would be fi-

You slapped his cheek harshly, glaring down at him. “Kyoutani Kentarou-” oh no, so you were mad “- if you don’t tell me what’s happening right now, I swear to God.” He cringed away. By trying not to hurt you, he’d hurt you - who could have predicted this would happen?

What would the consequences be if he told you how he felt? Maybe you’d be happy, or maybe you’d be mad. He’d be putting everything on the line right now. But the way you looked at him - almost darkly, some sadness, but most of all confusion and anger. It made his heart stung.

Before he could think more, his mouth worked faster than his mind, “I love you!” He almost yelled it out, he was staring directly in your eyes; he got to watch your emotions shift. It was like you went through the five stages of grief: denial (in the form of confusion), anger (your brows furrowed together and knuckles turned white), bargaining (your eyes pleaded with him to change his mind, or the words he used, or anything), depression (you pulled in on yourself, he could feel all your muscles tense), and then there was a pause, your face went blank, you were searching his eyes for something - anything - and you seemed to find it. Acceptance: you wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

You could never be sure whether he was actually your soulmate, but something about that look in his eyes told you he meant it. No if’s, and’s or but’s. His heart was yours, and yours his. Wherever he went, you followed.

The only time you didn’t follow him was when you walked down the aisle.

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Kinktober - Intensity Undone

Kinktober Day 3 Prompts: No Prompts

Fandom: Original

Tags: exophilia, angst, hurt/no comfort, relationship arrangements

Pairing:  Orc(M)/Human(F)| Darnok/Lia,

[Authors Note: Since the plans for Darnok and Lia had changed this is completely off script now and no longer following the outline. The way the rest of this goes is going to be as much of a surprise to me as it will be for everyone else. There are only a few more parts of this left for what I am considering book 1 of this overarching story. This is a bridge story that does not fit anywhere in the Kinktober prompt list. I felt it worked better as a stand alone as opposed to trying to cram kink into it or having 2 separate stories be one. ]

Lia had been ignoring her phone and email for days now, as she knew it was Darnok trying to contact her. Double checking her messages to make sure she didn’t miss something important for work, she sent everything to voice mail and ignored the rest. That last moment in the club played over and over in her head. The look of shock in Darnok’s eyes as she mentioned his engagement. Everything after was a blur and she wasn’t sure how she made it home.

Ember had been checking up on her every day, letting Lia know that Darnok was sending her messages trying to get any information he could on Lia. It was bothersome but Lia understood. She didn’t give him a chance to say anything, but she couldn’t. If she had risked it, she might have simply fallen back into his arms with whatever excuse he could come up with. 

A part of her mind argued that she should have let him speak, should answer him, because what if she was wrong. Though that was the part of her that loved him and wanted to be with him. Lia didn’t trust herself, and whatever reason or excuse he had it wouldn’t be enough. At the end of the day she wanted more than what he was willing to offer, and she had to do what was best for herself.

The phone calls and messages continued into the next week, a few times it was Lucien or Zane calling to check on her, making sure she was ok. Thankfully they had managed to keep all of this from spreading outside their little group to avoid any drama or make things more difficult for Lia when she chose to come back to the club. Lucien had urged her, gently, to talk to Darnok and make a clean break if that was what she truly wanted. 

Thankfully for Lia he had no idea where she lived so he couldn’t just randomly show up at her home without notice. Though she wasn’t sure if he remembered where she worked and hoped that he didn’t show up and cause a scene. There was a small part of her that did want to talk to him and she considered what Lucien said as the days kept ticking by. 

Lia was in the back at work on her break when her coworker walked up to her with the strangest expression, she looked nervous.

“Uh, there is a car outside for you. A really expensive car and the driver said he was here to pick you up?”

Lia sighed and rubbed her face. “I’m sorry, I will go out there and tell them to leave.”

Lia only had a few minutes left of her break and didn’t want to waste it on this, but she had no choice. Walking outside she told the driver she was working and that he needed to leave. Regardless of his insistence that she get in. Turning around she headed back in and tried to ignore the situation. The car stayed right where it was for the rest of her shift and she was tempted to sneak out the back and drive home, but she didn’t want to risk being followed. 

“Ok, my shift is over, clearly you aren’t leaving and I am certain that if I try to drive myself home you will follow me. Right?”

“I have been given instructions to pick you up, and where to take you, that is the limit of my instructions. But yes, I would follow you.”

Rubbing her face with a sigh, Lia felt she had no choice. Giving a vague gesture of acquiescence she waited for the door to be opened and reluctantly got into the car. She knew this was Darnok and not some elaborate abduction, though it certainly felt like one. Of course it did not make her any less angry and Lia held that anger close to her chest, she would need it to keep from falling into his arms the moment she saw him. Despite everything, she missed Darnok.

When the car finally stopped Lia took a deep breath in and waited. The door opened and she stepped out. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. She was at the hotel her and Darnok would use on nights they stayed together after being at the club. She wasn’t sure how to feel about this choice, but it did make some measure of sense. 

The driver gave her  a key card and a slip of paper with instructions on it. Rolling her eyes she thanked the driver politely, none of this was really his fault, and headed into the hotel. Making her way past the desk and up to the room she was relieved to find that it was empty. It gave her a moment to prepare herself, take a few calming breaths, and sit down to relieve some tension. 

It wasn’t long before she heard another key card in the door and it opened. In walked Darnok, alone, and looking worried. Lia set her features as close to neutral as she could even though just the sight of him was enough to overwhelm her emotions. 

At first there was silence as Darnok stood somewhat awkwardly just inside the door. He stepped closer and cleared his throat. 

“Lia.”

Stopping him, Lia held up a hand. “Ms. Doran will be fine. If necessary I will allow you to call me by my full first name. Adalia. You have lost the privilege of calling me anything else.”

The startled look on his face followed by one of pain was all that kept Lia from breaking her facade. She did not feel anywhere near as confident as she sounded and knew that she would probably break before he did. 

“Of course Ms. Doran, I understand. Would it be ok if I sat at the table with you?”

Lia nodded and gestured to the chair furthest from her, waiting for Darnok to take a seat. She had not seen him in a bit, but he already looked different. It was hard to place exactly what was different, other than her perception of him, and perhaps that was all it was. 

“I know you are angry with me, upset, hurt, dozens of other things. I would just like an opportunity to explain everything to you. If you will allow it.”

Lia sighed and leveled him with an annoyed expression. “If at any point this starts to sound like excuses. I am shutting it down and leaving.”

“That is more than fair.” Darnok took a deep breath clasping his hands together on the table. 

“I should have told you of my arrangement the moment I started to consider you as my sub, that was entirely my own fault, I own all of that. All of this is my fault and I will never be able to apologize enough.” Dar held up a hand when he saw Lia open her mouth. “Please, just, let me get through this first part or I never will be able to. I will answer every question you have after.”

Lia nodded and gestured for him to continue. Though the word arrangement already had the wheels in her head turning and she was certain some of her initial suspicions about Darnok had actually been true. Maybe they wouldn’t be where they were if she had just asked questions the moment she became suspicious instead of holding it all inside out of fear of losing him.

“I am in an arranged marriage. It had been planned long before I met you, and I have spent much of my adult life trying to get out of it. Well, trying in ways that will not shame either family or get someone killed.” Clearing his throat again Darnok looked down at his hands. “It was obvious to my intended that I didn’t want this, and as a fae, she is indifferent to all of it herself. She does what her parents tell her and that is pretty much that. Though she did notice and eventually we sat down and had a discussion of what is and is not acceptable for our relationship and how we appear in public.” Dar paused and stood up. “I need a drink, do you want anything?”

“Water is fine.” Lia waited as he brought her water from the mini bar and a juice for himself. 

“Our agreement is that in public we appear a normal, happy, loving couple. Whatever it takes to convince the media, our peers, and our families that everything is working out. Privately I am allowed to indulge my sexual desires however I choose but there are rules I have to follow. I can’t be with anyone in our social circle, preferably I keep it out of the city entirely. I can’t fall in love or have feelings for my sexual partners. I cannot be seen publicly with them, and I can’t get anyone pregnant. There are a few smaller rules about visible markings and how I dress, but those are often overlooked.” Darnok took a swig of his juice before continuing.

“I did everything I could to stall the engagement or try to get out of it, but I can’t and my hand has been forced. Both families are pushing for us to be married by the end of next year.” He rubbed his face and looked sadly at Lia. “We have no love for each other, I honestly don’t even think she likes me. Our entire relationship is devoid of intimacy and even the barest shred of warmth. It is entirely a power move and my family was willing to sacrifice me as I am not the oldest son.” Pausing he shrugged. “You can ask questions now if you want. Or just leave, I honestly wouldn’t blame you. It is a fucked up situation that I made worse by not being honest with you.”

Lia sat for a moment, letting everything he said sink in. She toyed with the water bottle a bit as she thought of any questions she could ask. Really he laid it out pretty plainly. There wasn’t a whole lot of mystery, other than the whole arranged marriage part. She wasn’t even aware that was still a thing, but clearly it was. 

“I guess the only question I can think of is just why? Why weren’t you just honest with me from the beginning? It seems like such a simple thing, you could have brought it up that first night, or if not then, after the first month would have been appropriate.”

Darnok nodded, knowing Lia was absolutely right. He should have been honest from the very beginning. It could have avoided all of this. 

“It is a valid question and one I have no acceptable excuse for. The reason I didn’t in the beginning is because of privacy. I had gotten used to the arrangement and rarely had partners that I would do enough sessions with that it would be necessary to disclose it. After that though, I guess the reason was fear. I connected with you in ways I have never connected with anyone, I didn’t want to lose that. I kept telling myself you would move on, or I could just tell you the next month, but I always managed to find a reason to not say anything and it then became an issue of feeling too late.” Darnok looked down at his hands before continuing. “I guess part of me was living in this fantasy world where I could have both. I could keep the families happy, and I could have you which made me happy. I should have known it was impossible and I am so sorry for how much this hurt you.”

It was hard to stay in her seat, not run to him and throw her arms around him. She loved him, Lia knew that she loved him, but that love was poison to her heart. Even if he had been honest from the beginning, she knew she would have fallen in love with him anyway and it would have hurt just as much, but in a different way. 

“At least I understand now. I can’t say I envy your position, and you should be honest with your partners from day one going forward. Privacy or no, this is a cruel thing to do to a person and I would hate for it to happen to anyone else. I am fortunate I got my club membership on my own merits because I like the people I have met there and I don’t want to lose that too. I am sure we will see each other at the club, but I think it would be for the best if you kept your distance for now. Even though I understand your situation, I don’t think I can do any more scenes with you Darnok.”

Lia stood up. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had to let him go. Mostly for her own sake. He was never going to leave his fiance, he couldn’t, and she loved him too much to be his dirty secret. Maybe others could live with that, but she had grown far too attached and there was nothing to be done about it now. 

“So this is goodbye then?” Darnok asked, looking at her with sorrowful eyes. “You want a clean break, no friendship, no anything?”

“I can’t. I just, Darnok I can’t. Find someone else to be your sex toy. I am a sub, but I am still a person, and I refuse to let myself be used like that.” 

Turning away from him Lia headed towards the door, she could already feel the heat of the tears in her eyes threatening to fall and she did not want to cry again, not now. 

“Please wait!”

“NO! I am leaving and you are going to let me. This is on you. You broke everything Darnok, and you can’t fix this. There is nothing you can do to ever make this ok. Do not contact me again.”

Storming out of the room Lia all but ran to the elevator and stepped inside. She held it together long enough to make it down to the main floor and out the door. Of course she did not have her car, and while she did see the driver she avoided him and just began walking. The hotel wasn’t far from the club, she could see if Ember was there and get a ride back to work that way. As far as she was concerned Darnok no longer existed and she had to restart her life as best she could. 

Thankfully Ember was there, along with some of the others she knew. The walked helped to clear her head and kept her from looking overly disheveled as the tears had time to fall, but the cool air kept her face from going too red or splotchy. Ember called it a night early and headed out with Lia, driving her to her work and then following back to their building. 

Like a good friend Ember stayed with Lia all night, letting her friend rage and cry, doing whatever was needed to get it all out. It was necessary to heal, the wound had to be cleansed before the healing could begin. It was a shitty situation for certain, but Lia was strong and would eventually be able to move on. Until then, she had friends that would help her through all this. 

[kurtanaroyalty]

ok your Halloween party episode tags has got me hyped up what do you think everyone’s costumes would be !!

Oooooh this is such a fun question!! But yes, it was a missed opportunity to not have a true Halloween episode..like in Blame It on the Alcohol, we deserved a big dumb New Directions Halloween party at Rachel’s! Now I’ll be honest, these answers are a mix of what I could see the glee kids actually wearing but some are definitely just wishful thinking on my part..(also some of these don’t fit time wise as in they didn’t exist when glee was airing but let’s ignore that!!)

-Quinn: I could see her being a big Game of Thrones fan and she would totally rock a Daenerys costume & look so gorgeous! Another option I’m feeling is Spinelli from the tv show Recess, especially skank Quinn (I’m gonna headcanon this as being a show she enjoyed watching as a child!)

-Brittana: I would love to see them dressed up as Catradora from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power!! Brittany would be Adora/She-Ra & Santana would be Catra. Their personalities & height difference fit so well for that! Another couples costume is Brittany as Harley Quinn & Santana as Poison Ivy😍

-Mercedes: I have no actual reasoning for this (other than I think she would look ridiculously hot) but I wanna see her dressed up as Maleficent! The other option I can think of for her is a very glamorous + classy angel. The only true criteria I have for Mercedes is that whatever costume she wears would be classified as stunning!✨

-Rachel: She would 100% be dressed as Fanny from Funny Girl.. and take it way too seriously and go full method.. until everyone else tells her to stop being a buzzkill and convince her that the only way that will happen is if she changes into a different costume. Some of the other girls go through her closet and are able to put together a look that resembles Minnie Mouse in a very impressive yet scary manner!

-Tike: I can see Tina & Mike wanting to go for pretty theatrical + creative costumes (something Tina could design!). I picture them going for characters from media they enjoy watching together so examples being something like Jack & Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas or Morticia & Gomez from The Addams Family! They would go the full nine yards with the costumes, makeup, & some role playing but clearly not take things too far like Rachel did (aka they are basically the most fun people there)!

-Klaine: Obviously canon gave us them as Snooki & The Situation from Jersey Shore! So if we wanna stay within that type of lane, I can totally picture them being ridiculous and going for Tiger King costumes or even Paris & Nicole from The Simple Life! I can also see something happening like Kurt losing a bet which allows Blaine to pick their costume theme. Blaine would choose something like superheroes and would go for a hero like Batman whereas Kurt being forced to choose would probably be drawn to someone like Loki (mainly for the drama he brings & cool costume - which being the Kurtcedes lover that I am would love to see them both rock costumes with horns👌)!

-Artie: Many months before Halloween..Artie, Sam, Puck & Finn were hanging out and watching Ghostbusters which got them to agree to a plan of wearing group costumes. Artie went full out and even made his own very elaborate proton pack. Of course when he shows up to the party, he is the only one out of the four to be wearing the agreed upon group costume.

-Sam: Obviously he forgot about the Ghostbusters costume.. so naturally he shows up to the party in super realistic blue face & full body paint resembling that of a creature from Avatar. Unfortunately, he didn’t set the paint properly (or make the smarter decision of wearing a blue bodysuit instead of paint) so anywhere he sits or leans against he ends up getting blue paint all over the surface.. by the end of the night most of the paint is no longer on his body...

-Puck: Days before the party, Puck & Finn decide to buy a two person horse costume because they find it absolutely hilarious (& again, they both forgot about the Ghostbusters group costume).

-Finn: Not only did Finn forget about the group Ghostbusters costume but he was also able to somehow misplace his half of the horse costume so he had to scramble to come up with something to wear. He shows up in a white fitted sheet that has jagged cut outs for his eyes, nose, mouth, & arms. It is BY FAR the worst costume of anyone there & that’s saying a lot since Puck is stuck just being half of a horse (the back end at that)!

~Even though Artie was a bit let down that no one else remembered the group costume, being able to pretend to capture Finn while everyone else roasts Finn about how awful his ghost costume is really makes up for his three friends being complete idiots!<33

[shadowdianne]

Fic writer review [Or a fic writer tag game if you prefer]

I was tagged by @naralanis and I can already see her grin all the way from where I am xd Thank you, dear, for the tag, let’s see what are my answers, shall we.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

*bursts out laughing* Adding both pseuds I have… 535 according to the account info but by counting them all I’m reaching 541 so I’m guessing it’s counting some drafts I need to re-find.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I seriously hated you for this one xd I was going to do it by hand by I decided one-third there that I value my mental stability a little bit more xd according to the stats page back at a03 that number would be 1257884. It may be wrong. I think there should be a few more numbers up there but the majority of my works are one-shots so *shrugs* There’s also the fact that counting my ao3 things only is shaving off like half of it Xd Anyway, can we laugh at the fact that I’m a pain in the ass and that I’ve written a lot? More than I should have, that’s for sure

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Trick question because I haven’t crossposted everything I wrote back in ffnet and I actually erased some fics from my account back there so the numbers are a little blurry there.

When I had the entirety of my work posted both in ffnet and a03 I had written for: Twilight (Bella/Alice) Glee (Faberry and there were a couple Pezberry and I don’t fucking remember the pairing name for Santana and Quinn), Harry Potter (Hermione/Ginny, Hermione/Narcissa, Hermione/Bellatrix) OUAT (SwanQueen and several oneshots focusing on the mad hatter and the blue fairy solely back at ffnet that were written in Spanish and never translated), I actually had a veeeery old au prompt of Frozen (Elsanna in where I wrote them as non sibilings), Rizzoli and Isles (Rizzles), Dishonored 2 (Emily Kaldwin/Alexi Mayhew), Lara Croft and Wonder Woman, Supergirl (SuperCorp/Supercat) I had a 100 one -or maybe two??- (Clexa), The Shannara Chronicles (Amberle/Eretreia [Or Princess Rover], Rwby [Blake Belladona/Yang], The Worst Witch (Hecate Hardbroom and Pippa Pentangle), The Half of it, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (Madam Satan/Zelda Spellman) and… I think that’s it(?) I may be forgetting some but probably nothing important if I’m not remembering it lol.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Ah, we are going to go there, uh? Xd My works are not the kudos and comment getting type Xd So I was quite surprised when I went to check this.

1: Cracked it I wrote this one back in 2017, it was a prompt done by an anon: Lena is nerding with one of her projects at home, mumbling mostly to herself because she’s stuck and Kara casually mentions how to solve the problem like it’s nothing. I really had some fun with this. It was back when some us, SQeeners were fully doing the jump between OUAT and SuperGirl (I mean, there had already been some crossover as for fandom is related but this when the girls were actually getting their conjoined voice within the fandom)

2: Dateless I honestly needed to check what this one was about but I think I can see why this one shot has the amount of kudos it has. It’s a short and sweet idea and responds to the Teachers Au that went SO well with SQ. Everyone thinks they hate each other and try to set them up with other people whilst they, in truth, are dating. I don’t remember if I wrote them as married rather than dating but despite being from 2017 as well is one cheeky enough to be cool Xd I probably would edit some lines now *shudders*

3: After you I truly didn’t expect this one to be top 3. Makes me think of a lot of things, if I’m being honest Xd. After you was a one shot written almost feverishly as an answer to the fabulous drawings that Sejic did of both Lara Croft and Wonder Woman back at 2018 or something. It’s just Lara and Diana being himbos but not at all with each other.

4: How about… How about is one I remember perfectly, it was my answer to the ending of the Half of it film. I had SOME thoughts about it, let’s just stop there Xd I really liked the film itself but I think and I thought at the time that my response to wishing for a final scene at the very end of the credits responds to me being in a different personal moment than the characters. I really wanted to explore my feelings about it and so I wrote about them finding each other again after some time passes. It was also something I wrote after quite the hiatus so I took it as something I could write about without focusing too much on the why.

5: Come to me

Ahh, SuperCorp Xd I remember this one actually. A friend of mine and I were talking about descriptions, and she mentioned quite off-handedly how she wanted a fic in where Kara’s back was described. I complied… more or less.

Fun tidbit, despite the big volume of my work is obviously set in ouat there’s only 1 SQ fic there as you can see, the others are either SuperCorp or the random one shots I created for Wonderwoman/Lara Croft and The half of it. *sighs in deep thought* I’m also not going to look too much into how almost all of the fics were posted and written back in 2017. Nope, not at all.

*Small voice screaming you peaked in 2017 and everything else is garbage jumps back and forth*

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I tend to always respond, yup. I truly value comments. I might have gone for spells of time in where I didn’t have the mental capacity to check in old fics because I truly didn’t know what to answer but I treasure every single comment and you all who comment know that I can start to ramble in the answers xd -sorry about that- I really really REALLY love interaction.

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending:

Ok, Nara, come on, this one is a catch for me. I’ve written angst in far too many fics to remember the angstiest one :P I have the most recent one, though, that is the easy one to think about: Goodbye.Written for @delirious-comfort. I’m just going to say “Kisses with their last dying breath” as an idea of what awaits inside but I’ve written about death and loss and angst quite a lot. There were some I wrote back to SQ with Regina needing to kill Emma during the Dark Swan arc that, to this day, I still love and some others in where Regina is the one that dies, again and again, trapped by magic while Emma watches. I have the loss in mental destruction form and… I REALLY like my angst y’know xd

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not counting Lara and Wonder Woman not really! I think it comes from the fact that I loooove worldbuilding as a whole and some pairings would require all my focus into making the world perfect which in turn would make me self conscious on the OOCness of it all.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

*snorts* I’ve received hate due to the pairing I’ve written about, how I’ve written about it, the amount I’ve written, how slow or quick I can be, the usage of some tropes, the lack of usage of those same tropes… Let’s just go with: yuuuup.

9. Do you write smut?

I’ve written smut, yeah! But I can already see the pointed looks of some so let’s elaborate Xd I write smut when asked and sometimes when not asked but there’s a part of me I like to call a terrible tease that prefers writing the beginning of a scene, taunt it, focus on what happens before the sex scene per se as I find it more enjoyable to write. The process of escalation is always the best for me to see what can I do it by using both dialogue and descriptors tbh, so I tend to tease more than show.

9. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A few weeks ago I’d have said: Maybe(?) But trying to follow the trail of some other fics that had been stolen from some friends -I think it was me trying to find more about the page that stole something from your Nara!- I found some pages in where my fics had been reposted. In some it was stated that the person posting the fic wasn’t the author but I had never been contacted in order to see if I’d say yes to such a thing and in some others the page was locked up but I could still see someone was pretending to be the author. I did the thing and got some of those down.

Pointed note: Ask me if you want to post or translate or anything. I will look into you and answer you if you seem honest about the thing. But despite every joke and self-deprecating comment those 500 and then some fics represent MY time so very kindly I say fuck off to those who wish to steal from me and if I catch you… you don’t really want to see me angry, trust me.

10. Ever had a fic translated?

I’ve given permission to some, yeah, but never heard it back from them so I’m guessing it didn’t stick.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I’ve written series alongside other authors as @stregaomega for example. And some others that are unpublished -looking at you @carsonnieve - I’ve also done collabs… but fics co-written in the sense of two authors same chapters I don’t have anything posted I’m afraid :P

13. All-time favourite ship?

*snorts*, I guess the obvious answer is SQ uh? And I do think they were the ones that allowed me to read and write SO much. The one I feel more strongly about, however, is Bering and Wells from Warehouse 13.

14. WIP you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

All of them counts as a valid answer? But if I only could finish one that would be Arcadia. With A forgotten Promise second and the one I did as an Assassins Creed AU third. (I don’t remember the name so there’s no link, sorry xd)

15. Writing strengths?

Uhhhh, you REALLY want me to say that? I don’t fucking know!! To me everything I write is garbage. I always try to go for the feelings so I guess. Dunno xd I’ve been told I’m good at worldbuilding and to be honest is what I enjoy the most.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Everything Xd Pacing? What I hate the most sometimes is dialogue, I would count it as a weakness but I’m always far too focused on description rather than dialogue. I don’t think it’s a bad thing per se but it’s something that I don’t do as much.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I’m conflicted. Always. Majorly because I think that having bilingual characters in fanfiction is portrayed and expected in a way that I don’t feel it’s honest with how bilingual people -us- talk. So if I go by what I know I do I think it’s not what readers hope to see when it comes to that and if I go for how canonically is hoped to be found I don’t think it’s logical. But that’s me and my overthinking Xd If I have the option I like to do it.

18. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Belice! Or Bella/Alice. Worst first fic ever but oh, well, I’m always saying that :P

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

Uhh… Don’t make me do this XD Agh, I don’t know. I’ve always been very vocal about Metallic Ink because I let myself enjoy the process of creating a magic system almost out of zero and that was fun. Despite hating some of the writing process and that I’d do it differently now I think I’m going to stick with that answer. Or anything that had any steampunk-based undertone. To be honest I like more thinking of concepts, I had one in where Emma was a thief and it involved the robbery of a ring that was Regina’s one way ticket to freedom I then later repurposed that I adored thinking about so let’s go with…. Yeah, I love having the option of changing things up a little and focus on how characters would fit in different aesthetics for this one Xd

Annnd… these are four pages, gods. I’m just going to tag @waknatious @carsonnieve @stregaomega here and see what they do- Enjoy the questionnaire ladies :P

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

It’s Your Birthday | HCS

Hiya! It’s my birthday today aaaand I’ve been gone for far too long! I’ve been working on the requests slowly but this idea hit me and i thought, why not? They’re short, but there’s a lot! I hope you like them! Just a side note: ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 20!

Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinsou, Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Shouta Aizawa, and Keigo Takami!

Come one, come all! It’s your birthday! See what your mans does!!

Tags: @peachy-yabbay​ @x-midnight-violets-x​ @boku-no-dumbass​ @shiggi-trash​ @happynoodle​ @neon-tries-writing​ @liliesoftherainmain​

He’s waking you up with a birthday kiss! For sure! He likes sleeping over at your apartment the night before, but he’ll also use the spare key you gave him.

Izuku won’t buy you a million presents, but he’ll get you some of the things you want most. He just knows you well enough, so even if you don’t tell him what you want, he’ll figure it out anyway.

It’s your day. Whatever YOU want to do, he’s ready to do it. Want to watch movies all day? He’s got your favorites and some new suggestions? Want to go out? He’s asking what you want to do and plans accordingly. Want an expensive dinner date? Say no more.

The entire day is exciting. If you want to go out, Izuku plans a lot, so you’ll be up early (well reasonably early) and you’ll be out until midnight.

Giant cake. Whether you’ll eat it all or not, you’re getting a big cake. 

He’d love to hold a party for you, but only if you want it. Izuku did once plan a surprise party but it can only be done once or twice, otherwise you’ll start expecting them.

He wakes you up with kisses BUT he’ll pretend like he forgot your birthday. At first!

Katsuki buys you what you want. He’s always got three things he pre purchases the things he knows you want, after that he’ll buy you whatever you ask for.

He usually plans something. He LOVES making you dinner so he’ll definitely make you ALL your favorites on your special day, but otherwise, it’s whatever you want to do. He doesn’t necessarily like to stay in on such a special day, but if you really want to, he’ll do it. He prefers going out.

If he hurt your feelings by pretending to forget your birthday, he’ll for sure make up for it. He never means to hurt you, he just wanted to surprise you. And he’s definitely making up for it.

He’s baking your cake. It’ll be Ground Zero colors but you like it anyway. It’s always huge and he loves seeing your smile when you enjoy it.

He doesn’t like parties, but if you want one, he’ll get Denki and Kirishima to help set up a party for you. He’s never done a surprise party before but he likes the idea.

You’ll wake up to presents littering his side of the bed. He’ll shower you in presents and he doesn’t even need his dad’s credit card anymore. He’s got his own now!

He’ll buy you whatever you want, of course, but tries not to go overboard. Just because you look and compliment something doesn’t mean you want it and he understands that. If you want it, you’ll have to tell him you do.

He likes to plan out a whole date. He prefers to take you out to an aquarium, maybe to the beach, fly you to another country for the day. Simple things like that.

Shoto has done a “birthday trip” before, where he flew you to (country you want to visit) for three days around your birthday. He’ll do it again, but he keeps these trips at a moderate level, so it won’t be too overwhelming for you.

He’ll surprise you with a trip, but he prefers to ask you where you want to go and if there’s anything in particular you want to experience. If it’s a seasonal festival not around on the time of your birthday, he’ll take you when they do have it. Even if it’s months later. Late birthday present.

He’s ok with parties, he’s just not not good at planning those. He’ll get Kirishima, Mina, and Denki to help him. Maybe Midoriya, but definitely Mina and Denki. He’s never thrown you a surprise party… yet.

Waking you up with a birthday kiss and an amazing breakfast! Eijirou has a bunch of presents and you’ll find them throughout the day.

As mentioned before, he’s already bought a lot of presents, but he usually likes to sometimes present them in a scavenger hunt way. He once made you breakfast and hid a small gift in the vase of roses on the dining table. You adore it.

Because of the hidden presents, Eijirou usually plans the entire day. He’ll hide presents in public places and if it’s extremely valuable, his friends play guard, but they’re usually hard to find. Sometimes, you need upwards to five hints to figure it out.

The dates are always fun. He usually asks you two-three weeks prior to your birthday about what you want to do. If you want the scavenger hunt, he starts planning, if not, you tell him what you want to do. He’ll still give you presents throughout the day.

He loves to plan parties. He once rented a venue and invited all your friends, family, his friends, and hid a bunch of presents all around. In fact, that day, you’d only received one present. You found the other 9 at the venue. The other members knew where they were and even dropped a couple of hints.

He’s planned a surprise party before, but he can only do those so many times. If you don’t want a party, you’ll need to tell him 2 months prior. Just so he keeps that in mind. He loves elaborate parties, so he’s always planning a month or two earlier. Just in case.

He bursts into your room, almost scaring you half to death, and plants kisses all over your face. He uses the spare key to your apartment for this one trick.

Denki prefers to buy you what you want. He takes you shopping and whatever you like, he’ll buy. He’s a high ranking pro hero and he makes quite a bit of money, so don’t be shy.

It’s your day. After the shopping trip, he’ll do whatever you want. If you can’t think of anything or don’t have plans, let him know two weeks ahead of time, so he can plan stuff accordingly. 

Denki likes gatherings. He wants you to enjoy your day, but he also wants you to have more friends to celebrate with. Bakugou, Midoriya, Mina, and Kirishima are always more than happy to join you. Last year, Denki even brought Shinsou and Sero along. All of you had a great time and it was a really memorable day.

Even though Denki likes gatherings, he’ll spend the entire day in the house cuddling you too. Denki’s a social butterfly but he doesn’t mind being an introvert with you (if you are one).

Speaking of gatherings, Denki loves to hold parties. He always plans them with Mina, Kirishima, and Sero. They’re never over the top and if you don’t want one, let him know. But no matter what, Denki always makes your birthdays the best days of the year.

He sleeps over and wakes you up with cuddles. He’ll wake you up so he can cuddle you but talk to you at the same time.

Hitoshi buys all the presents beforehand but he likes to give them to you towards the end of the day. Of course, if you want something in particular and he didn’t get it, he’ll buy it. But he’s already got a bunch.

Hitoshi doesn’t like to go out that much, but he’ll do it for you. He knows you love your friends, so he’ll often plan a lunch or dinner where he invites all of your friends so you can enjoy your birthday with them too.

If you want to go out all day, let him know beforehand so he can plan something. Hitoshi plans mellow things, somewhere to relax and spend time together. He loves going to a cat cafe, he loves going to the aquarium, and he’ll even take you to the zoo. But if you want to do something, like go on a picnic or stay home all day, he’s more than ready to cooperate.

Hitoshi can plan dates, but he can’t plan parties. If he wants to do that, he’ll need his friend Denki, who brings two more friends- Kirishima and Sero- along as well.

Hitoshi’s only planned two parties in the four years you’ve been together. One surprise and one you knew about. Both were amazing and you were so happy to attend.

He wakes you up gently and says happy birthday immediately. He’s also prepared your favorites for breakfast!

Tamaki buys a few things, but he’s always nervous it’s not exactly what you want. One moment he’s uber confident, then when he’s got the item, the confidence turns to smoke. So he always offers to buy you whatever you want. You always reassure him that you’ll love his gifts.

Tamaki doesn’t like going out to crowded places too much, he’s a well known hero, people recognize him quickly! But if you want to go somewhere, best believe he’ll build up the courage and take you anyway.

If you prefer to stay home and watch movies, even better! He loves to cook for you. Unless you really want to eat at a restaurant, he prefers to make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He’ll even bake your cake, unless you want it professionally made.

Tamaki’s awful with parties. He planned one surprise party with Mirio and Nejire, but he’ll never do it again. It was great! Everything went well and you loved it! Both Mirio and Nejire were there to help, but the anxiety of it all was too much for Tamaki.

That doesn’t mean he won’t plan parties. Just not surprise parties. He hated lying to you, he hated seeming so suspicious, and he just felt scared none of it would work and that you’d hate it.

He wakes you up by falling on you. He’ll love you hugs, kisses, and even little nibbles on your neck. He’s got breakfast ready for you and a whole day planned!

Mirio buys you presents as you go, but he always has two special ones. One he gives you in the morning, along with your birthday kiss, and the other one right before midnight. Anything else you want, he’ll happily get for you.

He likes going out, so he loves to plan dates. He asks ahead of time if it’s ok. He usually plans out half of the day, leaving the rest of the day up to you. If you ask him beforehand, he’ll plan the entire day or let you plan what you want. You’re not spending a dime though. If you’re going somewhere and you need to buy tickets, for example, he’s paying.

Mirio doesn’t mind spending the day at home, but he wants you to enjoy your birthday as best as you can. He’ll invite your friends, even Tamaki likes to attend, and you go out for brunch. You guys all had a picnic once and it was a blast. Of course, Mirio, Nejire, Tamaki, and your hero friends got noticed quite a bit, but it wasn’t too overwhelming.

Mirio loves to plan parties. With Nejire, they can plan the best parties for you! They’ve planned two surprise parties and three regular parties. You’ve been with Mirio for six years. Only one occasion where you didn’t want a party, but after experiencing what your boyfriend had planned for you, you’re always more than excited to go to attend.

Your favorite party was the first surprise party. Mirio had gathered a bunch of your friends, family, and had it at a beautiful venue. You had an entire stack of presents to go through and the food was delicious. The party was a few hours long but you’d never had so much fun before.

He’ll wake you up, say happy birthday, give you a kiss, and then go back to sleep. If he can, he’ll say happy birthday the second the clock hits 12 am. He ain’t tryna waste time!

Shouta usually TRIES to be up before you to make you breakfast. He’s a pretty busy person, but he’ll always make time for your birthday. He buys a few presents and usually lets you buy whatever else you want.

He doesn’t mind planning a date. You just have to let him know what you want to do. He prefers to stay at home and watch movies or cuddle… or do other things. 

It’s your special day and he doesn’t mind going out with you. You can invite all your annoying friends and he’ll still attend with a smile on his face. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

He doesn’t like parties. A lot of people aren’t his thing, but once again, you deserve to have as much fun as possible. If you’re a social butterfly, you best believe he’ll work with your friends and try to set up an amazing party for you. If not, it’ll be a small gathering of your close friends.

Present Mic helps with the preparations but he’ll also ask some of your friends for help. He’s set up 2 surprise parties and 2 regular parties in the six years you’ve been together. He really pushes himself out of his comfort zone, but it’s all for you.

Well… he likes to poke your cheeks until you wake up. He’ll immediately kiss your cheeks and wish you a happy birthday.

Keigo’s an oddball. He accumulates your presents throughout the year. He usually watches your body language when you’re out shopping, if you really like something- and lie about not wanting it- you’ll get it on your birthday. He keeps a mental note of everything and he’ll definitely buy it that same day or a couple days later. Expect them on your birthday. Sometimes you forget you wanted something.

He likes to go out, but at the same time he wants to be alone. Walks in the park, taking you out for a small flight, things to do ALONE. But if you like spending time with others, he’ll set up a lunch or brunch so you can spend time with your friends on your birthday.

He’s not too crazy about parties. He likes those small, close gatherings. He’ll have the cake ready, it’ll be at his penthouse, and he’ll invite all your friends. Usually, there’s a whole pile of presents (mostly his) and you get to open them all at the end of the day. Keigo always has one special present he buys that you never ask for. Whether it be jewelry or that (dress/suit) you wore to your party.

In the five years you’ve been together (and the ten years you’ve been friends), Keigo’s set up a party for you five times. One surprise party and the others were known parties. He loves to see you smiling and laughing and if your friends bring you that joy as well, then he’ll go to great lengths to set up the best party he can!

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Uncle Drake and his Royal Valentine

Turns out I have one more Valentine’s Day fic in me. Instead of romantic Valentine stuff, I’m all about that cute little kid Valentine fluff, which means it’s time for our second installment of...

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: Uncle Drake x Eleanor (uncle/niece/friendship)

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except for Thomas (who is ever so briefly mentioned), he is my OC.

Rating: G

Warning:

Word Count: 1,679

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Drake entered the palace and headed straight for the Great Room. Riley and Liam had a couple of meetings that were going to run late, so he agreed to pick up Eleanor from her lessons and watch her until they got back. He got there to find Thomas, Eleanor’s guard, standing watch at the door.

“Babysitting duty again, Walker?” Thomas extended his hand, shaking Drake’s.

“Yea, you know how it is. She almost done?”

“Should be wrapping up, I’ll go get her for you.” He entered the room, and returned shortly after with Eleanor in tow.

“Uncle Drake!” Eleanor ran straight for him at full speed. He caught her in his arms and lifted her up, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hey kiddo, how were your lessons?”

“They were good. I learned about manners today. Thank you for asking.” She smiled proudly.

Drake put her back down on the ground and took her hand in his. “Well look at that, already putting it into practice. Your parents are going to be very proud. I was going to hang out with you for a bit, until they’re done with their meetings, would that be ok with you?”

“Yay! Can we color?”

“I think we could make that happen.”

They got back to the Royal quarters, and after getting Eleanor changed and giving her a quick snack, Drake set them up on the coffee table with some paper and crayons.

“Hey, Uncle Drake?” Eleanor put down her crayon and looked up at him thoughtfully.

“Hey Eleanor.” He looked up and smiled.

“Will you be my Valentime?” She looked at him hopefully.

Drake was slightly taken aback by the question. “You want me to be your Valentine?” She grinned and nodded her head. “Why me? I figured you’d ask your dad.”

“No daddy and mommy are valentimes, I need one for me too. Please, Uncle Drake?”

“I would love nothing more, Princess Eleanor.” He reached across the table and lifted her tiny hand to his lips, causing her to giggle.

They continued on with their coloring a little longer, until Riley and Liam entered the room. As soon as she saw them, Eleanor dropped her crayon and ran to them. “Mommy, daddy! I missed you!”

“Aww, we missed you too baby girl. Did you have a good day?” Riley knelt down to her level and gave her a hug.

She nodded her head and smiled. “Uncle Drake is going to be my valentime!”

“He is? That’s wonderful, Princess!” Liam leaned down and hugged his daughter, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Why don’t you go wash up for dinner? We’re going to be eating soon.

“Ok daddy.” She went up to Drake and gave him a hug. “Bye Uncle Drake. Thank you.”

“Anytime kid.” Once Eleanor left the room, Drake turned to his friends. “You know, if you guys wanted time to watch her for Valentine’s Day, you could have just asked. You didn’t need this whole elaborate plot of asking me through the kid.” He chuckled.

“Drake, we didn’t do that. She asked you that completely on her own.” Liam held up his hands, shaking his head.

“Yea, sure.”

“No, really.” Riley interjected. “We weren’t even going to ask you to watch her, we were going to have her go to Ramsford, Maxwell is going to be watching Bartie for Bertrand and Savannah, we were going to set up a slumber party for them.”

Drake's eyes darted between Liam and Riley. “So you mean she asked because…”

“Because she genuinely wants to spend Valentine’s Day with her Uncle Drake.” Liam approached his best friend and clapped him on the back.

“Obviously you don’t have to take her, it’s last minute, we don’t want to mess up your weekend.” Riley said.

“No, really, it’s ok. I’m just kind of surprised, wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m not, she loves you Drake, she’s always telling us stories about your adventures.” Riley said as she walked into the kitchen to get dinner together.

Drake blushed, he loved spending time with Eleanor too. He always made sure to balance out all of her courtly lessons with real kid stuff so that she was able to have the most normal childhood possible. He knew she had fun when they were together, but he always just assumed Maxwell was the favorite uncle, because he was so loud and crazy. That’s the kind of stuff kids were all about, right?

“Drake, would you like to stay and join us for dinner?” Liam asked, taking Drake out of his thoughts.

“No, that’s alright. I’ve got a big date this weekend, I’ve gotta go get ready.” He smiled as he shook Liam’s hand and gave Riley a hug before heading out the door and back to his cabin.

A few days later, Riley was with Eleanor in her room getting her ready for her evening with Drake. She put her in a red dress with matching shoes. Riley had also put together a small overnight bag with the essentials that Eleanor would need until she returned to the palace the next day. They heard the front door open and Riley smiled at her daughter. “I think your Valentine just got here, Eleanor.”

“Yay! Valentime!”

Riley took Eleanor’s hand and they walked out to the living room where Drake and Liam were sitting on the couch talking. Riley cleared her throat to get their attention. They both stood and turned around, smiling wildly at the sight of the Princess and her excitement for the evening.

“Eleanor, you look stunning. Just like your mother.” Liam bowed, looking up just in time to catch the blush in his wife’s cheeks. He winked at her and smiled.

Drake approached the girls and bowed in front of Eleanor. As he rose, he took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Princess Eleanor, you look beautiful tonight. Here, these are for you.” He pulled a small bouquet of daisies from behind his back and handed them to her.

“For me?” Eleanor asked excitedly, bringing the flowers to her face and smelling them, just like her mother did every time her father would bring flowers home.

“Of course. It’s the rule, you have to get flowers for your Valentine.”

“Eleanor, what do you say?” Riley placed her hand on Eleanor’s back to get her attention.

“Thank you, Uncle Drake!” She smiled and hugged him.

“Good girl. I’ll take these and get them in some water. They’ll be in your room when you get home tomorrow.” Riley took the flowers from Eleanor. “Don’t you have something for your Uncle Drake?”

Eleanor nodded and walked over to the end table by the couch, picking up a red piece of paper. She walked over to Drake and handed it to him. “Here Uncle Drake, happy Valentime’s Day!”

Drake examined the picture, it appeared to be two people among a bunch of squiggly lines. “This is beautiful Eleanor. Is that me and you?”

“Mhm, we’re playing in the garden at Valoria.”

“That’s Valtoria, Eleanor.” Liam interrupted her.

“Daddy, that’s what I said!” She turned around and gave her father a stern face, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s beautiful Eleanor. Thank you so much. Will you help me find a good place to hang it up when we get to my cabin?”

“Sure!”

“Great! Well, we should be heading out. We have a busy night planned.” Drake and Eleanor said their goodbyes to Riley and Liam. Before they walked out the door, Drake extended his hand to Eleanor. “M’lady.” Eleanor put her hand in his, and they walked out the door together.

Once they arrived at Drake’s cabin, he brought her overnight bag to the guest room, and they found a perfect spot right in the center of the refrigerator to display his new artwork. “Alright kiddo, I’m starving. You want to have dinner?”

“Yes please, what are we having?”

“I was thinking we could make a pizza.”

Eleanor got a confused look on her face. “How do you make pizza, Uncle Drake?”

“Come on into the kitchen and I’ll show you.”

They went into the kitchen and made a pizza. Eleanor loved sprinkling on the cheese and getting to artistically placing the toppings on the saucy disc. They cleaned up the kitchen while they waited for it to cook, and once it was finished, they sat at the kitchen table together and enjoyed the fruits of their labor.

“What now, Uncle Drake?”

“I was thinking about setting up the projector by the fire pit so we could have s’mores and a movie. Does that sound like fun?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What movie?”

He laughed to himself, what movie was she expecting that would cause her to give him the dirty look he’d seen from Riley countless times? “I mean, I was thinking The Little Mermaid, but if you don’t want to watch that, I guess we could pick something else.”

“No! I love Little Mermaid, she’s my favorite!” She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the yard.

“Whoa whoa, slow down there killer. I’ve gotta get everything and set up. Why don’t you go wait for me by the fire pit. I’ll be right there.”

She nodded and ran to the backyard. Drake gathered everything he needed, and started setting things up in the backyard as Eleanor watched. Drake had her set up the s’mores supplies on the table. Once everything was ready, he lit the fire and started the movie. They sat watching and eating. Eleanor animatedly explained the movie to Drake, and sang along to all of the songs.

As the movie came to a close, Drake looked over to Eleanor and saw her yawning. “Alright, I think it’s bedtime. There’s not much more fun that can be had tonight. Did you have a good Valentine’s Day, Eleanor?”

“Yes Uncle Drake. Thank you. Happy Valentime’s Day.” She said groggily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kiddo.” He lifted her out of her seat and walked her to the guest room to get her changed and into bed.

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Hi so I've seen like your horizon x bangalore stuff. and idk wanted to see legends react to it.... *pokes fingers*

You gay bitch. I’m in.

Bloodhound & Loba: Bloodhound has always liked Bangalore, they find her enthusiasm for firearms both useful and amusing, and they respect each other’s want for privacy in their personal lives. That said, there was always a sadness around her. When Loba got added to the equation she agreed that she worried about her, “because we have issues, but we also have hobbies.” It’s when they look in the firing range one day and catch Horizon kissing her, and see the lovestruck look on her face, that the two legends feel their friend will be alright.

Gibraltar: He’s been drinking buddies with Bangalore for years and always teased her about pretty girls that would walk by ‘cause she was like a teenager, just stuttering and blushing and immediately changing the subject. He was 99 percent sure if she ever tried to ask a girl out she’d faint before she finished saying “hi”. So going out to get drinks and finding Horizon and her arm in arm prompted shocked laughter, a great amount of teasing from him and Horizon to the point Bangalore buried her face in the bar, and a round of drinks on him.

Lifeline: Horizon seemed so intensely focused on her son she’s surprised when the woman mentions, casually, that she had a date that night. When she further elaborates that it’s Bangalore, she’s even more surprised since, in her mind, Bangalore is kind of an ass. Still, as weeks pass and Bangalore becomes less and less surly, she decides sometimes the perfect medicine for asshole is just a daily spoonful of sweetheart.

Pathfinder: After seeing friend Bangalore cry twice in one hour that one time, he is very happy that she has found someone so she maybe won’t have to do that again the next time someone digs into her intensely conflicted and emotional past!

Wraith: When she finds a small note apologizing for “maybe overstepping a boundary” from Bangalore in her dorm, the voices tell her something is up. At first, she thinks it’s an elaborate assassination attempt, and then she thinks Bang is just fucking with her, and then she realizes Bangalore’s been a lot happier lately, so there’s some kind of connection between that and this. Then she sees Bang leave an orchid with a bow on Horizon’s desk and realizes the connection. She concludes she and Bangalore can talk (and they do, and things are a lot less tense afterward).

Bangalore: Girl!!! Like me??? Girl!!! AHHHHHHH. Then she’s laying back in bed watching Horizon use one of her gravity pads to put Christmas lights along the rim of the ceiling and thanking God quietly in her head. It breaks her heart to think about what’ll happen when Horizon finally finds her way home, and when she hopefully finds her own, but if she’s learned anything over the years, it’s to treasure the sun before it sets.

Caustic: Raises eyebrows, nothing more. Bangalore is a competent teammate, and Horizon is an admirable scientific and intellectual equal, despite their disagreements on morality. Perhaps some interesting data changes will occur in the games with the partnership. Perhaps he’ll get more coffee. It has about the same pertinence in his life.

Mirage: He is super excited for Horizon, who visits the Paradise Lounge to talk sometimes (which he totally doesn’t spend fan-boying). She just seems so much more lively and bubbly than she already is and, well, damn, one of the Legendary Sad Sacks has to have something going for them other than a tragic backstory. He is surprised it’s Bangalore, though, cause he was pretty sure, like pretty-pretty? sure Loba had a thing for Mary, except maybe it was the new Valkyrie girl, or maybe Valkyrie had a thing for Loba and Loba had a thing for Bangalore? Wait, where was he going with this? Eh, he’ll just give Horizon a congratulatory beer and give Bang shit for it later ‘cause there was no way Horizon would let Bang coat his gym bag in prowler pheromones, right?...Right?

Octane: Lifeline tells him. He says, “yo, think getting laid will make Bang less of a tight ass?” He then recalls being thrown and waking up in the infirmary. Bangalore had been behind him the whole time. He was 100% correct, though.

Wattson: Horizon invited her over to do a dual experiment. She walked in when Bangalore was coming out of the shower, naked. She put two and two together and quizzed Horizon about all the little details while Bangalore made herself decent. She’d always known Bangalore as a little standoffish and anti-social, though sweet, so she excitedly congratulates her as well when she gets out. When their 1yr anniversary approaches, Bangalore asks if Wattson can help her make a little custom Nessie with a tiny star projector in it for Horizon and Wattson is only happy to oblige.

Crypto: He knew before everyone else because of his snooping through the Syndicate security camera detail, unwittingly seeing their first kiss almost in a camera blind spot in one of the corridors. He’s caught them hugging, kissing, and cuddling in various alcoves and corners and always quietly erases the footage for them, though says nothing. He’s just glad somebody on the dropship doesn’t hate their life.

Revenant: Didn’t know, didn’t care, vaguely threatened Horizon in front of Bangalore for funsies. He woke up in one of his other bodies a while later with an ache in his gut where she’d, apparently, severed one of his main sets of tubing. He tried to eviscerate her in the Games after that, but Horizon got him with a peacekeeper. He tried going for Horizon and suddenly there was Bangalore, and he was waking up in a new body again. He decided they weren’t worth it. Though he could have totally taken them on. Just didn’t want to.

Rampart: She gives Bangalore constant shit. Makes kissy faces, asks how her giiiiiiiirlfriend is doing in a sing-song voice, pokes her when Horizon is in sight, has sang the “Anita and Mary sittin’ in a tree” rhyme more than once, which usually makes Horizon laugh and Bang chase her. But she’s also usually the one Bangalore talks to casually about it the most, besides Loba, and thinks Horizon is good for her and, truthfully, that Bang is good for Horizon, too.

Horizon: It took her a while to admit the feelings to herself since her relationships have a history of not working out, and that she sort of had a time limit on how long she’d even be in this century. But the heart wants what it wants, and Horizon is a romantic at her core. Bangalore was initially extremely oblivious but once she said, “I like you darlin’, but I mean that in the gayest way possible” she got the memo and turned out to be a bit of a romantic herself. She feels like Bangalore keeps her grounded, out of her own head when it keeps running on the hamster wheel to nowhere. And even though the woman has like, 3 braincells some days, she loves her. One of her favorite things is when Bangalore sings in the shower, but she’s never told her that.

Fuse: He doesn’t know either very well, but he thinks they look good together. He and Horizon will go drinking sometimes, now it just involves Bangalore as well, and sometimes Gibraltar and Rampart if they tag along. But in general they’re not a couple of pikers* so they’re A-OK in his book.

Valkyrie: When they are all on a team together, she thinks it’s HILARIOUS to shout, “LET’S GO LESBIANS!” before charging another team or third-partying. Horizon and Bangalore also find it pretty funny, but neither has ever given Valkyrie the satisfaction.

*Apparently Australian slang for couples that leave parties early/boring couples. I just googled it don’t @ me

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Little!five and separation anxiety??

“Hey, I’m headed out, does anybody need anything from the store? I’ll stop by on my way back home tonight.” Vanya announces to the room at large. 

Five peeks up from his morning newspaper with a raised brow. “You’re leaving?” he asks. Allison is in California for the next two weeks with Klaus, who convinced her he’d behave if she let him tag along. Diego’s consulting on a case with the PD at the moment, so he hasn’t been home much the last few days. And Luther is working a double today at the local boxing gym-he left early in the morning after making some elaborate protein shake Five poked fun at him for. 

Vanya nods, “New client downtown and then I’ve got practice with the orchestra-I’ll be home in time for dinner though.” she throws her bag over her shoulder and then straps her violin case across her chest. “So, anything from the store?” 

Ben hums. “Can you get more of those vanilla cookies for the pantry? I think we’re almost out.” 

“Gotcha. Alright, see you guys tonight.” she waves goodbye and strolls out of the room, leaving Ben and Five to their own devices for the rest of the day. 

After a few minutes of silence Ben pushes his chair back and puts his plate in the sink to soak. “Five, I think I’m gonna visit the library today,” he decides. “Need anything?” 

Five sits up straight and puts his newspaper down fully. “Why? We have a library here.” he furrows his brows in confusion, frowning. 

Ben chuckles. “Well, Dads library isn’t exactly full of books for leisurely reading.” 

Five would beg to differ-”Cosmological Inflation and Large-Scale Structure” was a rather leisurely read, in his opinion. But he knows Ben’s recently gotten a taste for comic books and there’s absolutely no way in hell Reginald would have ever allowed such childish things in his library. “Right.” Five scratches the back of his head anxiously. He’s not sure exactly why he’s suddenly got this weird tightening in his chest, but he does. 

“When will you be back?” 

Ben shrugs. “Not sure. Probably before dinner, though.” 

“Do you mind if I come with you?” Five blurts out. “I-” he clears his throat. “There’s a book I’ve been looking for but I don’t think we have it here.” 

Ben tilts his head. Five is a homebody, Ben’s discovered, in the last few months since he was brought back to life. He enjoys sitting at home and reading books, occasionally he’ll watch Jeopardy and put the contestants on the show to shame with the odd amount of trivia he actually knows, but mostly he really only goes out if it’s necessary or if Allison plans a fun family outing and Five is in his little headspace.  

“Sure, I don’t mind. You wanna drive?” 

Five rolls his eyes. “I can just blink us over there.” 

Ben sighs, “Fine, but try to teleport us somewhere at least kind of inconspicuous?” The last time Five agreed to bring him somewhere Ben got an earful from a woman they scared half to death by suddenly appearing out of seemingly thin air not two feet away from her in the bread aisle of the grocery mart. 

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The library is quiet today, which isn’t too surprising considering it’s before noon on a Wednesday. 

“I’m gonna go check out the upstairs.” Ben half whispers, already going towards the stairwell. 

Five watches Ben walk away with a longing he can’t quite place. He rests his palm against his chest-there’s an ache there he can’t identify. All he knows is that he wants to follow his brother, but he also knows what odd behavior that is. He’s not in his little headspace right now, after all. He doesn’t need to be chaperoned like a child, despite the body he’s in. 

Instead, Five decides to roam about the History section a bit. 

There’s a giggling that calls his attention about fifteen minutes into his browsing; he looks up to find across the library in the Childrens Books section a young mother and her toddler. She’s shushing the child, but there’s a smile on her face and she’s holding up a Dr. Seuss hardcover and pointing out the silly rhymes and the even sillier made up creatures. She’s sitting down with the boy in her lap and he’s curled up against her looking the picture of warm and snug and...happy. 

“Shit.” Five gulps. He can feel it coming on, can feel his control coming apart at the seams. Not here, he thinks, not now. But the tears prickling at the edges of his eyes tell him he’s got little say in the matter. 

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Ben thought Five might join him upstairs after a while but it’s been about a half hour now and his brother’s nowhere to be seen. Curious to see what’s gotten Fives attention, he heads back downstairs. 

Ben looks practically everywhere-first in the sections where he thinks Five would most be drawn to-when he’s had no luck he starts to worry. Five knows better than to teleport without letting one of them know if he’s going elsewhere. It took him a while to learn that, in fact. 

“Um, excuse me, sorry to bother you,” he begins, speaking to the woman at the front desk, “But is there a chance you saw where my brother might’ve gone? I can’t find him anywhere. He’s thirteen, about this tall, black hair-” 

Thankfully there are so few people in the library at the moment that it doesn’t take much for the librarian to recognize who he’s talking about. “Oh, I think I saw him head for the restroom, right that way, to your left.” 

Ben thanks her profusely before heading in that direction. He steps foot inside and he can see Five’s shoes peeking out from under the one stall that’s not empty. “I’m gonna check out a couple of books and head to the Starbucks across the street, so meet me there when you’re done here, ok?” he calls out. 

He’s expecting an annoyed. “Fine.”-no one, Five most of all, likes to be interrupted while in the bathroom, after all. 

But instead he’s surprised to hear a stifled sob and a small, nearly inaudible. “Kay.” 

Ben immediately marches up to the stall, his concern coming back tenfold. “Five? Hey, you ok? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” 

Another stifled sob. “N-no.” 

That’s definitely little Five in there, no doubt about it, Ben confirms in his head. “Five, can you open the door for me, please? I just wanna make sure you’re ok.” 

It takes a second and some fumbling with the latch but when Five does open it, it’s only to reveal a splotchy red face streaked with tears and a runny nose. 

Ben pulls him into his arms without a second thought and squeezes. “What’s the matter?” Five melts into him, his little hiccups turning to sobs. 

“Don’t leave.” Five cries. “Don’t wanna be alone anymore. Please.” 

Ben’s heart shatters and he holds his baby brother all the tighter. Five has been acting a bit out of sorts since Allison and Klaus left, and then with everyone else in the house so busy lately that they’re barely ever there during waking hours-well, Ben can see now why Five’s been extra attentive when his few remaining siblings decide to leave the house. 

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were feeling this way sooner.” He manages to pick Five up pretty easily-the kid, unfortunately, doesn’t weigh much-and Five latches on instantly, his legs wrapping around Bens waist and his arms around his neck. 

He tucks his face against Ben’s neck and huffs out another sob. “Wanna go home.” 

Ben rocks him gently back and forth, rubbing a hand up and down his back comfortingly. “Of course.” They’re going to have to take the bus, seeing that they didn’t bring the car, Ben is thinking, just as suddenly they’re transported from the library mens room to Ben’s bedroom back at the Umbrella Academy. 

Ben blinks. Five doesn’t often use his powers when he’s in his little headspace-big Five has explained it to them before that when he does, it’s more of a reflex than anything, and oftentimes he ends up three feet to the left of where he’d intended to land, which doesn’t seem like too bad of a miscalculation, until it is. 

Ben sets Five down on his bed, intending to go into the kitchen and prepare him a nice warm bottle, but that’s a mistake, if the look of absolute devastation on Fives face has anything to say about it. Ben holds out a hand. “C’mere buddy, we can go downstairs together, ok?” 

Five takes the offered hand with both of his, gripping on like it’s a lifeline. 

Ben gives in once they’re in the kitchen and picks a sniffling Five up and props him up on his hip while he goes about heating up the milk. “You know,” Ben says quietly. “You can tell us if you’re ever feeling lonely or scared or...anything, really. I know you were alone for a really long time.” 

He can feel Five stiffen up in his arms. “Scary.” he mutters. And that’s all he has to say to that. The milk boils and Ben does some kind of magic trick in order to fill the bottle up while also holding onto a little. They end up back in Ben’s room and this time he sits down on the bed with Five on his lap. “Don’t wanna nap.” he whines softly, even though his eyes are already fluttering as Ben rocks him gently. 

“But you’re so sleepy already.” Ben chuckles at the yawn Five tries to stifle. 

Five shakes his head stubbornly. “Don’t want you to go.” 

Ben tugs Five in closer to his chest and leans down to kiss him on his forehead. “I won’t. I swear I’ll be right here when you wake up, ok?” 

Five looks up at him with big, teary eyes. “Ok.” 

Ben decides the milk is just at the right temperature now for Five to drink and so he places the bottle at Fives lips and sure enough the little opens up and sucks on the teat hungrily. The milk they feed Five is a special milk full of proteins and a decent amount of calories-it’s honestly the only way to get their brother to eat most days. So Ben is relieved when Five ends up drinking the entire thing instead of leaving it half full, as he’s prone to doing. 

Five is clearly drowsy, his eyes closing and then opening abruptly as he forces himself to stay awake. “Here, let’s try this.” Ben says, adjusting them so that they’re both laying down on the bed. He pulls Five in towards his chest and Five goes willingly, more than happy to be engulfed in Bens warmth. 

Vanya finds her two brothers sleeping in exactly that position a couple of hours later-her practice having been postponed for a later date. She grins and takes her phones out to snap a photo-ok, several photos-and sends them to the family group chat.