#okay so we got a mention can we gen an action as well please?

[blmpff]

it's a yes from all of us

[reidgraygubler]

dirty little secret (reid/reader)

Title: dirty little secret

Requested: yes, was a request someone sent to @/imagining-in-the-margins, but I took it off her hands :) (alskdf that was so hot um could you do where the Reader gets spencer a collar and maybe someone accidentally finds it… okay tysm and it’s totally ok if not <3)

Couple: spencer reid/gen-neutral!reader

Category: spicey fluff

Content Warning: D/s dynamic, allusions and mentions to sex, sub!spencer, dom!reader, this does contain some kinda sexual content, no actually nudity or actual sex

Word Count: 1,678

Summary: Reader gets Spencer a super meaningful, and private, gift. All is well… Until a member of the team finds out about it.

A/N: pom posted this in her discord and said if someone had any ideas for this, we could have it. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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“Wait, wait,” I looked down at Spencer, a smile growing across my lips, “I got you something… I think you’ll want to use it right now,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his. He hummed and followed after me when I pulled away from him. I laughed before pushing him back down on the bed. “Stay there.” I pointed at him.

“What is it,” he asked as he watched me climb out of the bed. I tried to be graceful but failed when the sheet came along with me.

“Well, you see, I was just thinking… And, well,” I stopped speaking and went to a paper bag sitting by my dresser. I could hear the bed shift slightly, alerting me that Spencer had sat up.

“Should I be worried?” He asked, watching as I pulled out a piece of tissue paper. Sitting at the bottom of the bag was a thick black band of leather with an ‘O’ ring right in the middle of it. It was perfect. I think it’d suit Spencer perfectly.

“Mmm, no. I don’t think you should be worried,” I whispered as I held it up to show off what it was. “I figured it was time to get you one,” I explained as he sat up to look at it. A small smile grew across his lips once he realized what exactly it was I held. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Of course I do!” He reached out to touch the collar. I smiled at him as he carefully took it from my hands. “When were you able to get this?”

“Earlier this week when you stayed late at the office. I told Emily I had to do some errands and well…” My words trailed off as I gestured to the collar he held in his hands. I watched as he looked down at it, his fingers trailed across the leather texture. “I wanted to get you something… And I figured that was the best thing to get,” I whispered as I took it back from him. I stood up from the bed and moved to sit behind him.

“It definitely was the best thing,” Spencer laughed as I put the collar around his neck before fastening it to him.

“How’s that?” I asked in a soft tone. My arms snaked around his body as I rested my head on his shoulder. Spencer hummed as he nodded. “You can breathe just fine?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered and kept nodding. I smiled before moving back around to sit in front of him.

“You’re my good boy, you know that,” I whispered as I lifted my hands to hold his face. The smile that sat on his lips grew as he looked at me. “And I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Spencer replied before moving to press his lips to mine. I hummed happily as I pushed my hands through his hair to hold him closer to me.

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Of course not a week later did we get called out for a case. Whenever there was a case, Spencer and I had to be a little bit sneaky or creative with our… extra-curricular activities. Even if we were dead tired from a full day of work, we still put a little effort into doing something. Although, a scene wouldn’t last too long. We’d get to the point of nudity and then we’d just end up cuddling, which is just as good as the actual sex.

But this… This was not the case. We weren’t on a time crunch for this case. We were allowed to go to the hotel for some rest. Though, rest probably wouldn’t exactly come for me or Spencer...

“You brought it with, correct?” I asked as I kept my voice low as Spencer and I walked side by side down the hall. Spencer glanced at me, an eyebrow raised as if he was saying ‘Yes, ma’am, I did bring it. I’m not an idiot,’. But in turn, I raised my eyebrows. “Good boy,” I cooed before pressing my lips to his cheek.

“I hate you,” he muttered as he pulled the key card out from the paper sleeve.

“Oh, Baby Boy, I don’t think you do.” I smiled as I lifted a hand to ruffle his hair. He glanced at me as he unlocked the door. “I’m going to shower, you get ready for me… Okay,” I whispered once we were both inside.

“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer mumbled before pressing my lips to his. I smiled at him with a knowing glance before stepping into the bathroom.

I should have taken my time to get ready. Instead I rushed. I let my excitement of getting off make me rush. I wondered what things would’ve happened had I taken my time. Damn my excitement...

“I hope you listened to me and you’re all ready,” I spoke as I exited the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah… Um, about that,” I could hear Spencer’s voice, but what I wished I heard was the moment of regret in his tone. It was too late as I stepped out from behind the door wearing nothing but my underwear. My eyes first went to him, then our apparent guest to our room. “Luke is here…” his eyes dropped to his lap as he spoke. I stared at him for a moment before looking down at what I was wearing.

“Hey.” Luke looked up at my face as he waved. I knew he was trying his hardest to not let his eyes linger on my body. We were all frozen at this very moment. I know I couldn’t move because of how embarrassing this moment was.

“Kinda wish I was dreaming right now… But I know that this wouldn’t be a dream… It’d be a fucking nightmare,” I lifted my finger as I spoke. I could feel my embarrassment mix with anger the longer I stood in the room wearing just my underwear. I bit my lips before taking a deep breath. “I’ll… I’ll be right back,” I pointed at Spencer then at Luke. Luke looked over at Spencer, the apparent embarrassment for all of us growing on both their faces. Although the embarrassment Luke showed wasn’t as bad as what Spencer had...

I quickly went back into the bathroom and went for one of the folded robes sitting on the towel rack. When I was covered in something more than my underwear, I stepped back into the room and noticed Spencer wearing a little more than his boxers.

“What do you want, Luke?” I asked, trying to not let my annoyance be known. But it was so incredibly hard. The moment was already ruined. When he stayed silent, I looked over at Spencer with a raised brow before looking at Luke. “Did you need something, or were you justh ere to fuck with Spencer and me? Because you’re free to leave,” I spoke as I gestured towards the door. Luke stood and walked towards me. I silently thanked God that Luke was leaving…

“Right… I’ll see you later, Spencer,” Luke stated as he turned to look at Spencer. His eyes narrowed as he looked over in Spencer’s direction for a moment too long. “Is… Is that a collar?” he asked, pointing at the object sitting on the nightstand. I looked at Spencer, then over at Luke, then, finally, back at Spencer. My eyes were wide and I could feel a blaze grow across my cheeks.

“Uh… I… Uhm…” I pulled my robe tighter around my body as I looked at Luke. I genuinely couldn’t find anything to say at the moment. But, to be fair, I’ve been dreading this exact moment since Spencer and I started doing… this. “It’s mine,” I cringed as I raised an eyebrow. Luke looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure, I believe that…” Luke walked up to me. He patted my shoulder a few times before finally actually leaving. “Listen, I know you two were about to… Ya know…” He let his words trail off as he did a set of crude actions. I rolled my eyes as I looked over at him. “But Emily needs us over at the station soon.” His voice was low as he got further away. “But I’ll just let her know you guys are… busy with other-”

“Just go, Luke… Please,” I lifted a hand to rest over my eyes. I let out a deep sigh before turning to look at him.

“Hope you guys have fun,” Luke looked at me with a smile before leaving. I rushed to the door once he was gone and locked the deadbolt and chain lock.

“Moment’s ruined,” I said to the room. Spencer laughed as I walked over to the bed. He stood from the bed before coming up to my side. “It’s gone. Ruined forever,” I said in a dramatic tone.

“It’s not ruined. We can… Try again when we’re allowed to be here for a while. Or, when we’re back home,” he reassured as he lifted a hand to my shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right… But now all I’ll be able to think about is Luke’s idiot face when I’m fucking you.” I laughed as I looked up at him.

“Oh please, I hope you’d be able to think about me and my-”

“Pretty…”

“Sure, pretty face… Especially when you’re cumming,” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine.

“Of course!” I shouted and stepped away from him. “Even better when I’ll be riding that pretty face of yours,” I hummed before kissing him again. I really, really liked the thought of that. It was something I really needed at the moment, but it wasn’t going to happen at the moment. Emily needed us… So that moment was going to have to wait.

“I agree though. I think next time will be a little awkward… Now that Luke knows what we’re doing,” Spencer anxiously chuckled.

“Maybe next time we’ll just ask him to join us,” I said before leaving his side to get dressed again.

“Wait… Wait… What?”

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[chibinekochan]

Angel in Hell Season 2 part 4

Gen. reader insert.

Words 2k

Taglist:

@gothjuulpod  ; @purgatoryhall ; @sibit360  ; @a-personnamed-ace   ;  @romy350-romyakari 

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You wake up feeling strangely relaxed. 

It takes you to open your eyes to realize you are in the same room as Luke and Simeon. 

You didn't even hear Luke come in last night, but now he is still softly breathing in his bed. 

Inaudibly you crawl out of bed. 

Simeon just comes back from his shower. His hair is still wet but he is already completely clothed.

You wave to him in the dimly lit room.

  Simeon comes your way and speaks with a lowered voice. "Good morning have you rested well?" 

"Good morning Simeon, I have slept pretty well. Probably the best since I came here." You whisper back with a faint smile. 

Simeon seems glad to hear that. "You can take a shower now. That way Luke can sleep just a bit longer. He will hate that I mention it, but he was extremely worried about you last night." 

You nod. "I will make sure to make him some treats too. I have to make a lot by the end of this." You softly giggle. 

"I'm looking forward to that. It's good to see you haven't lost your optimistic spirit." Simeon elevates his hand seemingly tempted to pat you on the head but holds himself back for some reason. 

You are slightly confused by his action but don't mind it too much. 

You head to the shower, unlike yesterday the shower feels very relaxing. Since you don't have any of your products here you end up using some of Simeon's.

  It feels pleasant to be surrounded by his scent. He even put some clothes out for you. They are from your room. 

Simeon is always such a compassionate person. You probably never can make up for his kindness. 

Feeling refreshed you open the door back to the room. Luke is now up and already prepared breakfast. He is very fast. 

"Good morning Luke." You cheerfully greet him. 

"Ah, good morning! Have you rested well?" Luke smiles at you. 

"Yes, it was the right move to come here. I should thank Diavolo for placing the extra bed here too. Do you think he will approve of baked goods?" You sit down. 

"I do not doubt it." Luke sounds confident. 

That gives you some hope. "I will need to buy many ingredients." 

"For Beel alone, you probably need a truckload." Simeon laughs. 

"You are probably right." 

Together you eat. You manage to eat more than yesterday. 

When Luke isn't looking Simeon takes the previous piece from your dish and hushes you with a finger over his lips. It's rare to see Simeon so mischievous. It makes you somehow laugh.

  Luke is very delighted that you ate everything. 

After you are all done, and the dishes are all taken care of. The topic of the mysterious wizard is back on your mind. 

"That wizard you talked about yesterday will you contact him?" 

"I already did and according to him, I'm not the only one that contacted him about this topic. To make a long story short he will come later and take a look at you. Solomon told me; he can't say for sure without seeing you and performing some tests." Simeon knows this was still weighing on your mind.

"So his name is Solomon. Can we trust him?" You can imagine who else contacted him. 

"Well, from my personal experience he will be able to provide you answers." Simeon has some mixed feelings about the brothers' involvement but he knows that Solomon is always up for something interesting. 

You have mixed feelings about this but trust Simeon's judgment. 

"Is Solomon coming here?" You wonder what kind of person he is. 

"No, due to current events he will come to Diavolos castle. I had to agree for Lucifer to oversee Solomon's opinion as well." Simeon looks extremely unhappy about this. 

You hold your breath for a moment. "Do you think that will become an issue?"

  Your hands suddenly tremble. 

"Diavolo said we will be discreet in the castle. You will not be forced to do anything at all. Especially not against your will. I trust his words." Simeon seems to be sure of this. 

You hope he is right but this time you don't stop feeling uneasy. 

"Don't worry we will keep you safe." Luke tries to sound confident but his voice is shaking. 

You still appreciate his effort. "I count on you, Luke." You smile at him, trying desperately to convince yourself that it will be fine. 

Luke nods eagerly. At least someone is confident. Even Simeon only looks calm but you can tell that he is uneasy. 

Together you head to the castle. Usually, it's a pretty vibrant place but today it seems strangely gloomy. 

You draw a deep breath before entering the castle. 

Barbatos is already waiting for you at the entrance. The security is unusually high. You can see countless guards. 

"Welcome, I will escort you to the meeting room. As you can see lord Diavolo has spared no expenses to keep everything calm." Barbatos is unreadable as always.

  You and the others follow after him. Simeon is on edge just as much as you are.

  You only tense more once you enter the big meeting room.

  Lucifer is already there. Your eyes meet his. He looks so cold, almost like he is made from ice. It also looks like he didn't sleep at all. 

Beel stands behind him, he smiles when he sees you. He also seems to be tense. 

Diavolo sits in the center of the room. Like the great divide between you and Lucifer.

  Simeon heads to the other side of the room, followed by you. 

You feel like daggers getting shot at you from behind. 

Barbatos stays at the door. Keeping an eye on everything. 

"So now we are all here. I welcome you to my castle. Despite the current situation I hope you will all enjoy your stay." Diavolo greets you all cheerfully. Nobody responds in kind. 

Diavolo clears his voice. He didn't expect this cold of a reaction." Regardless, Solomon will you please tell our angel exchange student what tests you will perform."

At this moment you notice a silver-haired man that you haven't met yet. 

"With great pleasure. At first, I will need to examine you closely. I will cast a spell on your brain to see what they have done to erase your memories. Depending on the outcome I might need to do some other tests." Solomon explains everything calmly. 

It sounds pretty harmless. 

"Alright then. Does that sound agreeable to you?" Diavolo looks at you. 

"Yes, but what do you mean by examining me closely?" The pictures of a doctor's exam pop into your head. You hope he won't require you to undress. 

"I just need to look at you closely. Don't worry you won't need to undress." Solomon adds a light-hearted comment but everyone else just glares at him. 

"That sounds reasonable. So can I just stay here?" You feel a bit safer this far away from Lucifer's ominous presence. 

"I got no issue with that," Lucifer states clearly. 

You feel a sense of relief. He might be reasonable in the end. 

Solomon shrugs and comes to your chair. 

He looks at you and hums. "Well, you undoubtedly look the same." Solomon then shines a light in your eyes and tests your reflexes. 

He also measures your blood pressure and holds a few devices to your body that measure several things. 

"This is all extremely fascinating." He smiles with glee. 

"Now to the main test." Solomon then grabs a big device and places it on your head. "This will show me if they used any magic on you to suppress your memories." Solomon only explains the bare minimum to you. 

Simeon looks closely at you. 

This is kind of scary.

  "Don't worry it won't hurt," Solomon assures you. 

At that moment the device starts to hum and rattle for a bit. Then a lengthy piece of paper emerges from it. 

Solomon curiously looks at it. "Wow, I have never seen anything like this." He seems extremely delighted for some reason. 

"So umm what does it say?" You can't help but ask. 

Everyone else is equally curious. 

"Well, I have to do some digging since I have never seen this. It's certainly interesting. They have cast something on you. I will need to do some research. I have various theories at this point." Solomon is very nonchalant about it. 

"How long will that take?" You have mixed feelings about the potential outcome but you have to know. 

"I'm not sure. I will need some books that I don't own." Solomon provides only a vague answer. 

"I will make sure that you get everything you need. I have a room at the castle prepared for you, as promised." Diavolo seems to want to help as much as he can. 

"Can I have a copy of the data?" Lucifer seems impatient. 

"Sure." Solomon shrugs without a care. "I will bring it later to you. Do you also want a copy?" He looks at you. 

You aren't sure if it will be of any use to you but it's probably good to have it. "Yes, please." 

"Alright. I guess I will get to work then. Feel free to check on my progress as much as you want. I will inform the rest when I'm done." Solomon smiles at only you. 

"That is very nice of you Solomon." You feel a sense of relief.

“I suppose that ends this meeting.” Diavolo is just glad it went rather smoothly.

“I'd like to talk to you for a moment. I would prefer it to be just the two of us...but I understand that you wouldn’t want to be alone with me right now. So I would be alright with Barbatos or Diavolo listening.” Lucifer has something on his mind. His eyes look sincere.

  Avoiding him forever won’t work. You look at him with a wavering heart.

“You are unreasonable! You don't have to listen to him at all.” Simeon protests loudly.

You look at Simeon and then at Lucifer. He slightly glares at Simeon before looking back at you. Lucifer's eyes plead with you. “Please, it's important.”

It really must be important if he is begging you to listen. “Okay but if you do anything shady I won’t ever forgive you.” You speak clearly with a strong emphasis on ever.

Lucifer doesn't hesitate even for a moment. “Of course.”

This surprises you a bit.

  You hesitate for a moment and look at Diavolo. "Would it be okay for you to stay?" 

"I'm pretty curious about what he has to say as well." Diavolo sounds like he would be more offended having to leave. 

"I only request to keep it confidential." Lucifer only looks at Diavolo, who shrugs. 

"Sure if I have to." Diavolo seems pretty nonchalant about it. 

"Are you sure about that? Don't forget that Diavolo has a long history with Lucifer." Simeon whispers to you. 

"I think I can trust him. He doesn't want to risk a war." Your gut tells you so. 

Diavolo looks at you with a kind smile.

  Simeon frowns but leaves the room anyway. 

In the end, it's just you, Diavolo, and Lucifer in the room. 

There is now less space left in between you two. You are still far enough away, just in case. 

Lucifer looks at you with a pained expression, he wants to say something about the distance but doesn't. 

He gathers a breath. You practically hold yours in anticipation.

"First of all, I want to apologize for whatever Satan was trying to archive yesterday. I assure you that he has been severely punished for his actions. It was wrong of him to pressure you." Lucifer starts with something that gives you some relief. 

"What is his punishment?" You just have to know. 

"He spent all night hanging from the ceiling and I took all his books away." Lucifer is calm about this. 

"Hanging him from the ceiling seems a bit extreme." You narrow your eyes. 

"That's just how I deal with them." Lucifer doesn't seem to see the issue. 

"I also want to assure you that I have no intention of harming you in any kind of way. The only thing I want is for you to stay in the devildom." Lucifer wishes to clearly state his full intentions. 

"Don't you mean you want MC back in the devildom?" You sneer at him. 

Lucifer takes a sharp breath. "I'm pretty certain you are still the same person. I have my reasons for my suspicions. One of them being your looks and the fact that you still have pacts with all of us." Lucifer drops this bomb so calmly it feels unreal. 

You take a step back, you can't believe it at all.

  "That's impossible! I'm an angel, humans can't become angels without dying." You raise your voice in anger. 

Lucifer nods. "That is usually true and I have seen the dead body but now it's gone." Lucifer clenches his fist. It must've been so hard to check the grave. 

Your body is shaking. You can't comprehend his words. "What are you saying?" 

Lucifer closes his eyes. Looking away from your pleading eyes. 

"I'm saying that someone took their body. Someone made sure that you still have the pacts with all of us. I'm quite certain that it was the celestial realm."

You hold your hands over your mouth. You want to scream. No sounds leave your horrified face. 

Then a wave of anger washes over you. "HOW DARE YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ACCUSE THE CELESTIAL REALM OF SUCH THINGS." You feel your eyes start to sting. They have always been nothing but kind to you. They would never do anything like this to you. 

You shake your head. "I won't believe you." You hiss at Lucifer. 

Lucifer takes a single step in your direction, with his hands up. Like he naturally wants to calm you down. 

You have none of it. You don't even want to look at him right now. 

"STOP." You yell and the ground starts to rumble again. Lucifer is frozen on the spot. 

"Please I know it's hard to believe but the celestial realm isn't just a great place. They have done horrible things before. Don't just blindly trust them." Lucifer seems in such agony right now. 

You don't even hear his words. "SHUT UP. I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN." You bite your lips, turn around and just dash out of the room. 

Lucifer tries to stop you but isn't able to move. He calls for you but you don't even look at him. 

Diavolo says something that you can't hear.

  You don't care anymore.

[bulkyphrase]

Everybody & the Avengers Team

I've got a new fic rec list for you!

The stories in the "X & the Avengers Team" tags focus on one person's relationship to the Avengers team as a whole. Courtesy of AO3's tag browse and Excel, here's a ranked list of the top 20 most popular pairings:

Tony Stark | 2470 total, 240 OTP

Peter Parker | 2255 total, 85 OTP

Steve Rogers | 602 total, 56 OTP

Loki | 387 total, 26 OTP

Natasha Romanov | 308 total, 35 OTP

Clint Barton | 268 total, 46 OTP

Bruce Banner | 244 total, 15 OTP

Thor | 209 total, 7 OTP

Avengers Team | 174 total, 24 OTP

James "Bucky" Barnes | 156 total, 7 OTP

Wanda Maximoff | 143 total, 4 OTP

Phil Coulson | 105 total, 9 OTP

Darcy Lewis | 91 total, 6 OTP

Matt Murdock | 60 total, 8 OTP

Sam Wilson | 53 total, 5 OTP

Nick Fury | 41 total, 5 OTP

Harry Potter | 40 total, 0 OTP

Pepper Potts | 31 total, 1 OTP

Vision | 29 total, 2 OTP

Stiles Stilinski | 25 total, 0 OTP

In chart form, if you like charts:

Notes:

The numbers after the names are the number of stories tagged with that ship. OTP means the number of stories where that is the only relationship tagged on the story. Numbers are accurate as of July 2021.

Story Recommendations

For your reading pleasure, included below is at least one fic rec for each pairing except the crossovers from non-Marvel fandoms (apologies to Mr. Potter & Mr. Stilinski). Most are gen fic, and even in the ones with a romantic pairing, romance is not the focus.

Tony Stark

As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration by petroltogo (Teen, 8949) tumblr: @tonystarktogo

Standing inside his penthouse, listening to Rogers, Barton and Banner explain to Fury how they just happened to stumble over the Tesseract on a routine security check of Stark Tower’s roof and wouldn’t you know, they’ve managed to fight off the looming alien invasion before it could really start and secure the missing overpowered nightlight is one of the most surreal situations Tony has ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Peter Parker

the worst field trip ever by shrill_fangirl_screaming (Teen, 3420) tumblr: @i-am-having-an-emotion

"We're on a field trip," Peter said. "To here. And Tony decided to be our tour guide and absolutely embarrass me, so can you please help get him under control?"

Which is how Peter Parker, architect of his own destruction, ended up with not one but two superhero pseudo-dads being annoying on his school field trip.

Steve Rogers

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't) by GalaxyThreads (Teen, 11022) tumblr: @galaxythreads

That seems about right. He doesn't know how he knows that, though. He does have vague memories of an annoyed fondness at finding peanut butter in some sort of jam. Thor's doing, because he doesn't see the point of using two knives when one works just as fine. He knows that. How does he know that? He knows all those little details, though, almost innately. How can he know these strangers so deeply?

Everyone else below the cut!

Loki

Proprietary by TheThirdMarauder (Teen, 7639)

No, Loki simply wants the Avengers conquered. The details of whom, how, and when matter not. Unless, of course, said details interfere with Loki's plans. Then, well, then none can fault him for protecting his own interests.

Loki has always been exceptionally good at lying to himself.

Natasha Romanov

What Girls Are Made Of by enigma731 (Teen, 4613) tumblr: @enigma731

She rolls her eyes but does as he’s indicated, using his shoulders to leverage herself up onto his back, her arms around his neck and her legs hugging his waist.

“You know,” he says blithely, “this isn’t really what I tend to picture when I think of a hot girl riding me.”

Natasha groans, deciding that if his sense of humor gets them arrested, she’ll kill him herself. “Just go.”

Clint Barton

Dear Clint Barton (circa age 7) by pollyrepeat (Teen, 4221)

With a normal person, this might count as blackmail material, but a) this is a case of mutually assured destruction if ever there was one, and b) Fury is immune to embarrassment. Not just in the regular, Tony Stark way, either, oh no. Things that could possibly end up being embarrassing to Fury get somehow warped and changed until they go from mortifying all the way over into useful and/or good for his image. It’s like a superpower.

Carrying Clint’s small child self around on his shoulders more than once has probably already hit the interagency rumour mill as an example of Fury’s innate awesomeness: good with rocket launchers and small children.

Also available as a podfic!

Bruce Banner

They're Not Wrong by Trumpeteer34 (Teen, 10163)

As Tony began to pace around the hole in the road to keep himself from shooting repulsors at the nearby buildings in a fit of rage, Thor began to study the nearby area. There was no sign of either the Hulk or Bruce Banner beyond the crater. The surrounding area, aside from the rubble of the fight, held no clue as to their friend’s location.

“Guys, he’s gone,” Tony growled into the communicator on their private line, drawing Thor out of his darkening thoughts. “Someone tranqed him and took him. He’s gone.”

Honorary mention goes to the Responsible Science series by @letteredlettered - the stories don’t have the "Avengers Team & Bruce Banner" tag, but they could, and they are amazing. The best Bruce Banner writing I've ever come across.

Thor

Fortunately, I Am Mighty by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 3062)

Steve was the first one to speak. “Are you okay?”

Thor nodded. Which was a bad idea, as it turned out, because now there were little gray lights flashing in front of his eyes. “I’m fine.” Absolutely everyone narrowed their eyes, and he added, “But, uh. Could we possibly not get back in the car just yet?”

Avengers Team

Civil Wasn't by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 7123)

"We're having an ideological conflict here," Tony stated with disbelief. "Are you telling me you still want to go out to dinner?"

"It's a standing engagement, Tony," Rhodey reminded him.

"Not you too—"

"We already had to reschedule from Friday when Natasha was..." Rhodey frowned. "What were you doing?"

The question was directed toward Natasha, who shrugged and said, "Spy stuff."

James "Bucky" Barnes

You Know How I Feel, aka, The Adventures of Bucky and Muffy the Dinosaur by ifeelbetter (Not Rated, 4511) tumblr: @ifeelbetterer

“As you may have heard, Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. The Winter Soldier, recently rescued a tiny part-robot dinosaur during the Avengers’ battle with Dr. Doom in Antarctica,” the other newscaster explained. “Pictures of Barnes and the dinosaur were posted on twitter by fellow Avenger, Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye, and immediately made Barnes’s new pet America’s sweetheart.”

“Her name’s Muffy,” said Steve."

Wanda Maximoff

and the woman was young again by Mira_Jade (General, 3669)

Tony Stark called them the Cap's Kooky Quintet, and sometimes the term amused her – causing her to lift a sardonic brow where someday a smile would truly smile. She enjoyed the presence of comrades – true comrades – and she enjoyed the way their minds wove and bound together about each other to fluctuate against her senses as one. There was something soothing about being in their midst, and even when their loud and brash ways – their painful Americaness - rubbed her raw and drained on her, it was ever the knitting of their minds that soothed those moments over, and made them inconsequential.

Phil Coulson

Coulson's First Day of School by storiesfortravellers (Teen, 3055)

Coulson looked up at him. “I like drawing pictures with Mr. Rogers. I like having tea parties with Ms. Potts. I like it when Dr. Banner reads me books, and I like it when Natasha teaches me things. And I like when you play with me. You do really good voices when we play action figures. And you’re the only one who lets me do stuff like jump off the high diving board at the pool or eat three cupcakes or play tackle with kids at the park.”

Clint didn’t realize that. He was pretty sure that meant that he was doing something wrong.

Darcy Lewis

Beginner Yoga for Dummies (Darcys) and Sad Hobos by chailover (Teen, 3434)

Darcy had a theory: crazy attracted crazy, working kind of like gravity. It was pretty much her explanation for her life after Thor. And if she had thought the type of crazy Thor attracted was bad, be it Loki or the Warrior Three and Sif, or the dark elves and the Convergence, it was still nothing against what the Avengers manage en masse.

Matt Murdock

Double Blind by smilebackwards (Teen, 2381) tumblr: @smilebackwards

Stark snaps his fingers. “You can’t see half of my inventions. This explains so much about you and why you’ve never been properly impressed by me.”

“Does it?” Matt says, ambiguously.

Sam Wilson

Bystander by scribblemetimbers (Teen, 52029)

“I just want you to know,” Sam says loudly, cautiously raising his hands, “That I’m very poor and very sleep-deprived and literally the only thing you can kill me for right now are my notes.” He pauses. Wait. On second thought: “Please don’t steal my notes.”

“I’m not—I’m not a mugger,” Not Mugger rasps out, and for all that he looks about to keel over and die, the man actually manages to sound offended.

Nick Fury

Bedtime Story by dixiehellcat (Teen, 2532) tumblr: @deehellcat

Fury snorted. “I have to check in with the duty officer. I’ll be back in, let’s say twenty minutes. I expect all of you to have whatever your pre-bedtime routines are completed, and be in here pajama’ed and ready to be read to.”

He tapped the book under his arm, then left with the usual dramatic swish of his long coat. Bruce scratched his head. “Did…he just say be ready to be read to?”

Pepper Potts

Pepper and the Avengers (Which She Knows Nothing About) by rebelmeg (General, 6696) tumblr: @rebelmeg

The Avengers, that mismatched group of hurt and heroism, was one of the most important things in Tony Stark’s life. So, naturally, Pepper had made them an important part of her life too.

Vision

039. Intoxicated by aimmyarrowshigh (Teen, 100) tumblr: @aimmyarrowshigh

It might be nice to fit in, just this once. To lose a bit of composure.

Vision floated over to the refrigerator and, with some timidity, pulled off a magnet. He stuck it to his forehead.

[sxveme-2]

blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Eleven: The One With the Man on the Roof

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3336

All of her life as a mother, Lily has placed Hunter above herself no matter what. She had a long shift at the hospital but Hunter had the flu? She'd get someone to cover. She had plans to go for dinner with Gen, but Hunter had a project due the next day? She and Gen would eat in and help him. Nothing ever, ever, came between Lily's son and her. He was the center of her universe, and she would drop everything in an instant and come to his rescue. That's what moms did right? Make sure their son is safe and ensure the best in the world for him? That's what Lily did at least. She would go to the ends of the Earth and back for Hunter if she had to. No questions asked.

So whenever he called, especially when he was at Scott's, Lily's anxiety shot through the roof. Not to mention, of all things to say, he asked her to come and pick him up. Now, of course, she would not hesitate to go and get him. It was a no-brainer. The only issue was the fact Lily was half an hour away if there was no traffic, meaning whatever was going on at Scott's would have to continue for a solid thirty minutes minimum.

"What's going on baby why do you need me to come to get you?" Lily asked, green eyes darting over her shoulder to look at the group that was still seemingly having a great time. But she caught Bucky's eye, and they stood there for what felt like an eternity. His diamond blue eyes seemed worried, his eyebrows knitted in concern at the scared look on Lily's face as she spoke to her son on the phone.

"The babysitters asleep on the couch and a man keeps banging on the door asking for Dad," Hunter answered, his voice shaky as he whispered, "I have Leila in bed with me but Mom I'm so scared please come get us."

Her stomach did a flip. It took everything inside of her not to drop the phone and sprint to the car, not wasting any time telling anybody what was happening. Adrenaline pumped through Lily's veins as she covered her mouth. Tears welled up in the tear ducts of the blonde's eyes and she made quick work blinking them away. Her throat went dry and all of the salivae in her mouth seemed to disappear. Her son was in danger. And Scott wasn't home. Of course, he wasn't...Lily wasn't sure what else she expected from him.

"Call 911 right now. I'm on my way. Stay where you are with Leila. Do not get off the phone with police," Lily rambled, stalking back over to the group and grabbing the purse she had brought along with her, "I love you Hunt I'll see you soon."

And with that, the line went dead as her son followed his mother’s instructions. The abrupt actions of Lily had caught the Avenger’s attention as they watched her scurry around to find all of her belongings, muttering curse words and not so meek names towards her ex-husband seemingly. Lily was a kindhearted person, she wouldn't even hurt a fly. Yet the moment, nay, the second, it had been brought to her attention that her son was in danger on her ex's watch because he had decided to go to a party? That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. This would become messy if she didn't lose her temper and kill Scott herself.

"Woah Woah Lil what're you doing?" Rose questioned as she placed a gentle hand on her sister's arm. Immediately, Lily shrugged it off as her head popped up to look at her younger sister with tears rolling down her cheeks. A hush fell over the crowd like a heavily weighted blanket as the lights around the roof lit up the sadness and desperation on Lily's face.

"There's a man at Scott's pounding on the door. That motherfucker went out and left the kids home with a deadbeat babysitter asleep on a couch..." Lily trailed off as the words escaped her lips. Saying it out loud was completely different than hearing her son say it on the phone. It was really happening. Hunter was in danger and his own father wasn't even home.

A part of Lily blamed herself for the events that were unfolding. If she had just listened to Hunter when he asked for her to take full custody over him. To stop sending him to his dad’s where Scott was hardly home. If she had just listened to her heart instead of her head, Hunter would be safe. He wouldn't be in his current predicament. He'd be safe at home, probably asleep in bed with Lily or Joey in his room. She'd be able to keep tabs on him. Make sure he was secure. Healthy. Safe. Out of harm’s way. Whatever you wanted to say. But no, she listened to the doctor inside of her head about the development of children and how a father/son relationship was important. But mostly, she blamed her deadbeat ex that put his children in that situation, to begin with. Not even just Hunter, but Leila. A three-year-old girl who had no business being left alone with a babysitter and her brother. She was a baby, and Scott put his own entertainment ahead of his children.

"That son of a bitch!" Gen exclaimed while jumping to her feet and handing Rose, the only 100% sober one of the trio, the keys to the car, "Thank you for having us but I have a man to murder." The brunette snapped while making a b-line towards the door down from the roof, Rose and Lily following in her tracks.

Rose's hands rested on her older sister's shoulders, rubbing soothing circles. It was something that the two have done for years. Whenever Lily got worked up and her anxiety reached a peak, Rose's soft hands would grip onto her shoulders and run patterns and shapes along the skin. It reminded Lily that she would be okay, that whatever situation that had caused her anxiety to skyrocket, would be over soon and everything would be okay. A reminder that no matter the circumstances, Rose would always be in Lily's corner, rooting for her and cheering her on. And hopefully, this small action would at least help the rapid heartbeat that pounded away in Lily's chest find a steady rhythm. Of course, then the all mighty steve rogers piped up.

"Why don't we give you a ride on the Quinjet? It'll get you there faster." he offered, causing a small tear to roll down Lily's rouged cheeks. Rose, Gen, and her came to a halt and turned back to the group that looked at the mother with worry in her eyes. Before Lily could respond, the Captain spoke once again, "Or at least let one of us come with you...just in case." he finished, nudging his elbow into Bucky's side.

Even when an event like this is going down, steve rogers stays being a little shit.

"Yeah, that may actually be good. We don't know if we'll get there before the police, or if Scott is home," Rose answered, glancing down at her sister, "You know how he is when he drinks, Lil. You can't take him...and much to her dismay, neither can Gen."

Lily's puffy eyes looked up at her best friend who begrudgingly agreed with Rose's statement, prompting the Winter Soldier to jog forward and follow the girls out to the car. Lily took a seat in the back row of the car, holding her arms tightly around her chest as she glanced at her phone, checking the time. Knowing that at any moment, she could get a call telling her the worst. Or worse, getting a call from Scott. Just the idea of his face made anger boil deep within Lily, which resulted in her bundling her hands into fists so tight that the knuckles turned a sickly shade of green. How could he be so irresponsible? They had been divorced for four years. Lily stood up for him. vouched for him to her parents. Convinced her son it's good to visit. To see his dad and spend time with him. But now? God...Lily wished he would just fall off the face of the earth and she would never have to see him again.

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Arriving in Brooklyn a solid half an hour later, Lily spotted flashing police lights dancing across brick walls of the apartment complex. The moment that Rose had stopped the car, Lily ran out faster than the flash. She spotted Hunter sitting in the back of an ambulance with Leila and the blonde basically tackled the two children in a tight hug. She held them close, whispering prayers to the good Lord above. Tears streaked her face, causing valleys to open up along her makeup-covered cheek. She didn't want to let go, she wanted to hold her biological child, and one that wasn't even remotely related to her, and keep them out of harm’s way.

"Ma'am is this your apartment building?" a deep voice of a police officer boomed, causing Lily to release the two kids to turn around and see the tall man behind her. His shoulders were broad and his neck seemed to be the same size as Lily's head. Just looking at the stance he held made Lily tense up, her mouth running as dry as the Sahara desert. But it was Hunter’s small hand gripping onto her's, that sent a rush of newfound confidence through her body.

"No, this is my ex-husband’s apartment. I'm this boy’s mother," Lily stated, fumbling through her purse and gripping her wallet. She tugged out her driver’s license for ID purposes, leaning down to kiss the top of Hunter’s head, before returning her worried eyes back to the officer in front of her, "Did you get the person?"

By the tense look on the officer’s face, Lily guessed the answer would be a no. Tears welled up in her green eyes, and Lily dropped down onto the ambulance between the two kids. The mother bear instincts that welled up inside of Lily's stomach were yelling at her to go and find that son of a bitch who scared her little boy. Smack him all the way to next week and make him feel the pain he had caused her and her son. But the rational part of Lily reminded her she would only create more problems if she did that. She would be the one losing custody of her son because they would probably deem her dangerous and arrest her for...you know, assault. For now, she would sit with the two shaken children, and wait for this to blow over and for the police to find the sorry son of a bitch who dared scare Lily Osborne's son. And then take the father of her child to court and receive full custody of Hunter. Because this...this was unacceptable.

But then a small voice perked up. A meek, scared voice of a little girl. shaky. And it came from Lily's left side. Leila. The little girl had spoken, "The roof." This prompted both Lily and the officer's head to shoot to the side, and both spotted a shadowy figure glancing over the edge. Lily gasped and held both children closer to her chest.

The officer called the others to go to the roof. All pulling their guns from their holsters in preparation, just in case the man was as violent and aggressive as the two children had described. As Lily watched, her hands covering her son and Leila's eyes as police stormed in through the front doors. But she spotted someone, what she had believed to be a police officer, climbing up the fire escape. But then the streetlights reflected a silver arm, sending a glare into Lily's eyes. Bucky. He ran up the fire escape with such anger that Lily could sense the aura all the way from the ambulance at the bottom of the apartment building. Whoever decided to attempt a break-in or try some sort of intimidation at Scott's apartment, most likely, had no intention of ending up face to face with the winter soldier.

"Is that Mr. Barnes on the roof?" Hunter asked, surprising Lily. Glancing down, she saw that she had let her hands drop in shock, resulting in both kids becoming witnesses to the scene. Scoffing, Lily covered their eyes once more, ensuring that whatever violence or trauma that would take place would be hidden by her pale and cold hands.

Lily, however, would become witness to the entire scene unfolding. Watching from afar, she spotted Bucky's metal arm gripping the figure’s neck and holding him above his head. A gasp escaped from Lily's plush lips as she squeezed her own eyes shut. She had heard the stories of the Winter Soldier. The assassinations that HYDRA had forced the man to commit. They had made his brain into putty, moulding it to their will so that they could inflict pain and suffering on whoever they deemed deserved it. But Lily also knew that he had been saved. That the chemicals in his mind had been removed by a brilliant scientist whose name became blank in Lily's mind. But seeing him choking the person on the roof, Lily feared he was not better. That he still had those awful things in his head. That he was dangerous. Especially when her child and her son's half-sister clung to her. As well as her best friend and sister watching the scene from the car.

But when Lily forced her eyes open again, she saw Bucky stand to the side of the roof while the police officers handcuffed whoever it was that had committed this crime. A little breath of relief danced past Lily's lips as she watched Bucky retreat down the fire escape, landing on the solid grown with ease. His thick legs carried that gorgeous frame of his towards Lily, and her shoulders tensed out of habit. But the way his facial expressions changed made her realize...he thought she was scared of him now. That whatever he had done on the roof created a new picture of him in her eyes. Sure it did at first, but he corrected it when he stood to the side afterwards.

"They've got him..." his gruff voice stated, steel blue eyes avoiding any contact with the deep greens of Lily's. He became timid, as though any small teasing comment would destroy any shred of confidence in his body. Lily had no idea the effect she had on him. How what she thought of Bucky was a make or break for him. She herself was so reserved. Distant from people. That they were almost two halves of the same whole. But her view of him...he wanted her to see nothing but goodness in him. And a little bit inside of him continued to scream that she only saw the monster that he was.

"Thank you Bucky," Lily smiled, something small and delicate that had the man become weak in the knees. But then she continued, and a small bit of his heart grew even larger and more fond of the blonde mother, "Upstate is a while away...would you like to um...stay in my spare room? Just for the night so Rose doesn't have to do that drive again."

Whether it was the beer that was singing a sweet song in Lily's mind, or the killer adrenaline rush that she was experiencing, her confidence was through the roof. Her fears seemed to disappear in an instant, creating a new side of Lily. Her son was safe and the asshole that scared him was in cuffs. Alcohol plagued a small place in her mind, and Bucky had just shown a new side to him as well. A protective side. One that he seemed to have gained for the Osborne family at the beginning of this story. Whether it was Lily's infectious smile or the way Hunter looked at him like he was the entire world. He had vowed to be there for them. No matter what it was.

"Oh...I mean if Rose doesn't want to make the drive..." the man stated, his voice cracking halfway through as he glanced over at the other two girls that rushed forward to join in on the conversation, "But isn't she staying with you?"

"Nope. Tonight I'm staying with Gen. Girls night or something. And I don't wanna drive. Hate it. Terrible. You have to stay with Lily it's final." Rose rushed, pushing forward and yanking Hunter into her arms, holding the shaking boy as she kissed the top of his head.

Before Bucky could reply, a car came to a screeching halt at the base of the apartment building’s driveway. A yelling man exploded from the car, along with a crying woman. Scott and Mary. Whatever adrenaline that Lily had leftover, shot through her as she jumped to her feet, standing in front of Hunter and Leila between Scott and them. The taller man was huffing and puffing as his hazel eyes scanned everyone around them.

"Lily, move," he ordered, face beet red as he stared down at the woman he cheated on. The anger inside of her eyes startled him at first. The mother’s instincts she wished to take out on the criminal deflecting on to her son's father. A little body pushed past both as Leila ran into her mother’s arms, and neither Lily nor Scott broke eye contact with each other. All of the pain he had caused her seemed to grow to a head, and everything inside of her kept Lily from reaching up and punching him square in the nose.

"You are a father. Scott. The judge granted you partial custody because I asked her to. Because I believed you would finally step up and care and love Hunter. But instead, you leave a deadbeat babysitter home with two children." Lily began, her voice steady and even as her bottom lip quivered, "A son needs his father. And you have been nothing short of an acquaintance to him. So congratulations. You just fucked yourself over."

Before Scott could even retort the smack-down that Lily just dished out to him, Mary piped up. Her voice shaking and broken, "Scott you told me your mother was watching them. Lily I met him at our friends after work, I hadn't come home." she sobbed, gripping her young daughter tight as she walked forward, an apologetic and terrified look on her face.

Lily nodded slowly and wrapped her arms around Mary, holding her close before letting her go talk to the police with Leila. This left Scott staring down at Lily, who had Gen, Rose, Hunter, and the Winter Soldier standing behind her. it took Scott a moment to process the fact a superhero was now standing with his ex-wife and son. And a pang of jealousy shot through him, or maybe rage. Rage that she had moved on. Gotten over the pain he had caused. Or so he thought.

Instead, the longer she stared at him with a death glare, the more memories rushed back into Lily's minds. The way he would stand over her as though he could hurt her. Then claiming it was fine because he never hit her. or the way he would spit names at her after an argument. The way his fists would ball up. How he would punch holes into the wall that Lily had to fix because he didn't want to pay for them to be fixed. Nor did he want to fix them. The times she would place Hunter back down in his crib and then fall to her knees in tears, remembering how he slammed the door and walked out.

"You are done being a father, Scott. I'm taking full custody."

[wayward-mikaelson]

His Little Sister

Word Count: 2041

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared, Alex, Rich, Misha (Mentioned)

About: The Reader works on the set of Supernatural where her big brother Jensen stars along side his best friend Jared. The Reader has developed a major crush on Jared. The Reader somehow lands a roll on the show. A role that plays Sam Winchesters love interest which big brother Jensen isn’t too thrilled about.

Disclaimer: Language, Angst, Mention of depression, Mention of car accident, Implied Smut

Disclaimer 2: Any of the shorts that are hot and steamy, I want to put out there that it's in no way disrespectful towards Gen at all. I love her to death and respect that marriage between her and Jared. So when reading those shorts, know that it all takes place in an alternate world where they aren't married at all.

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A/N 3: Should I write a Part 2? I feel Like there should be a part 2...Jensen find out his sister and best friend are sleeping together while at a convention maybe? YOU TELL ME!!!!

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"And...cut," Rich yells next to me. "That's a wrap! That was perfect!" I watch from the sidelines as he gets up from his directors chair. I watch as he makes his way towards Jensen and Jared. "Okay, now, I know it's late and everyone wants to get some sleep but, I want to run something pass you guys first." Rich pulls the two off set and outside. I look at the time on my phone and see that it's almost one in the morning.

"Want to head to my trailer for a drink?" Alex is next to me. He's still in his Jack outfit and still looking like a 16 year old boy who hasn't grown facial hair yet. He's been pinning after me for the last few years since I started working on the set of Supernatural. Everyone knew it too. Even my big brother, Jensen did. But I didn't feel that way towards Alex.

"Alex," I sigh. "Not tonight." I start to gather my things and make my way towards my brothers trailer. I normally stay at a hotel unless we have nights like this.

"Another time then?" Alex asks after me.

"She's not into you man," Jensen come up behind us hold some papers. "I could have told you that. I practically know who she's into." True, I think, but not this time. I couldn't tell him who it was because it was his best friend.

Ever since I started working on set, I saw Jared differently. He was no longer my brothers best friend to me. He was this funny and smart attractive man that smiled every time our eyes met. He even looks at me differently. Not the 'that's Jensen's baby sister' look. The look he give me always makes me blush. I would like to think Jared's into me but he was always going on some date with some chick.

"Sorry, Alex," I walk off with Jensen.

"It's all good," Alex walks off as well.

"You really should get back into dating," Jensen says handing me the papers in his hands as we walked to his trailer. "Anyway, we should talk about this."

I look at the papers. "It's a script," I say giving my brother a weird look.

Jensen wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, it's your script. The original chick who was casted as Opheila quit today. Rich and the others think you're perfect for the job."

I choke on whatever saliva is in my mouth. "My what?!" I exclaim pushing my brother away. "No! I haven't acted since my accident. And that was a year before I even took this job to help out on set."

Some years ago, I had a small but recurring role on the show Riverdale. In between filming and visiting home one day, I got into a bad car accident. My entire left leg was busted up and needed screws and rods. I was put out of work for months and my character on Riverdale was written and killed off. I was depressed because of it and then out of the blue Jensen pulled strings to get me back to work. My life was just starting to come back together and my limp was nearly gone too.

"I know," Jensen grabs my shoulder. "This could be your comeback. Give it a shot and if you don't like it, that's fine and Rich can suck my dick and get a new actress."

No one, and I mean no one, hyped me up and supported me and encouraged me like Jensen did. "Okay, here's to a comeback" I smile and Jensen pulls me into a hug. "Why did Rich want to talk to Jared as well?"

Jensen was quiet for a few minutes. "Well, this character we've been told, becomes a love interest of Sams."

I stop walking. "I see," It's a good thing it's dark because I can feel my face burning. Hot. "How does Jared feel about that?" I'm genuinely curious.

"Oh he's cool with it," Jensen continues to walking. I can tell that part of it is bugging him.

"And you?" I grab his arm and turn him around. "You don't seem or look to thrilled."

Jensen made a face. "I'm thrilled you got this roll. I've been dying to see you back in action acting again. I mean look at you. Beautiful and that limp you always complained about is gone. I just am having a hard time seeing my baby sister and best friend get friendly on camera."

I laugh out loud. I'm sure it's the fact that I am God awfully tired. "It'll be our characters getting close, not us." I hook my arm into his and we walk the rest of the way to the trailer.

"Rich is giving everyone the weekend off so we can focus on these lines." Jensen holds the trailer door open. Filming will start on Monday."

"Oi, that soon? Guess we get some sleep and start first thing."

Over the next few weeks, I learned more about my character. Ophiela, was also a hunter who hunted with the Winchesters a few times in the past. She and Sam also had a nice fun filled night before they lost contact. Turns out my character was going to be in the remaining season. Which to my surprise Jared was excited about. That kind of confused Jensen and made me blush hard that I had to find a way to hide my face from them all.

Getting back into acting wasn't hard. Acting with Misha around was hard. I never wanted to strangle someone so bad for purposefully trying to mess me up. I started to feel more and more myself behind the camera and delivering lines. Jensen even mentioned to me one night that I was getting that glow in my eyes when I acted. Rich was even impressed with my acting. About a month after taking the role and making it my own, we are about to wrap a scene where Sam and Ophiela are arguing. Our on set chemistry was fire. Everyone loved it.

Jared slams a book on the bunker set table. "What happened if we got there too late and found you dead?"

I lean over the table. "Then I would have died, Sam. You can't control that. Hell you can't even control your temper when it comes to my safety. Now if you will, I am going to wash off this hunt and go to bed." I take a few steps and Jared grabs my upper arm. "What the hell, Sam?"

"You don't see it do you," Jared starts to pull me towards him. Knowing whats going to happen, I can't help but feel nervous and giddy all at the same time. Jared has me up against his chest sweeping loose hair from my face. "I can't loose you." He cups my face and starts to pull me close when something loud crashes in the distance.

"Uh, sorry, about that," Jensen says picking up whatever he knocked over. Jared and I step away and I see irritation on his face.

"That was so perfect!" Rich whines from the directors chair. "Jensen, dammit, you need to be more careful." Rich comes around the corner. "I guess we pick this up tomorrow." Then he leaves.

"I'm going to go to my trailer," Jared walks off and I feel his hand slip out of mine and I realize that we had still been holding hands. I watch as he walks away.

"I really am sorry," Jensen says standing next to me. I look at him and I don't see a single regret about the incident on his face. He did that on purpose. That bastard.

"What the fuck, Jay?!" I ask pushing him. "The scene was going smoothly and it was perfect and you ruined it." I storm off leaving Jensen staring after me with a confused look on his face.

I walk way passed the trailer I share with Jensen. I walk pass Misha's trailer, Alex's trailer, and so on until I find myself standing at Jared trailer door. My heart is pounding as I hesitate to knock on his door. I don't what possessed me to go to his trailer but here I am.

"Jared," I knock on his door. "It's me."

The door opens and there stands Jared. In a t-shirt. "Hey," he says with a small smile. "Is your brother around?" The way he said brother confirmed he is just as irritated with him as I am.

"No, he's on set still or going to the local bar," I smile. "Can I come in?" Jared's small smile gets bigger. He steps aside and I walk into his trailer. It's neat and clean. I've only been in here a few times for only a few minutes. "I'm sorry, my brother can be a real dick sometimes." I say sitting on his small couch.

Jared grabs two beers, opens one and hands me it. "Yes he can be," He takes a sip of his beer. "The scene was perfect and going so smoothly." He sits next to me. I can't help but look the muscle in his arm that was close to brushing up on mine.

"It really was," I take a drink of my beer. "Our characters were about to have an amazing moment." I glance at Jared who's looking at me with those same eyes he was giving me on set.

"They can still have that moment," I see Jareds hand slide towards mine and without thinking I take hold of it. "Just without a camera." He adds taking his thumb and rubbing it my hand.

I blush and smile. "They totally can," I manage to out in a whisper.

Jared starts to lean in towards me. My heart is racing so I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Jared's head meets mine and he rests there breathing deeply. He's as nervous as me. I open my eyes and see he's staring deep into them. It's like my soul connects with his. It feels right. It's perfect. Licking my lip, I tilt my head up and press my lips to his.

The moment that they touch, every part of my body turns to jello. Jared lets go of my hand to cup my face and hold it to his. When his tongue pushes pass my lips and starts to explore my mouth, the beer bottle in my hand slips out of my hand and onto the floor with a loud clang. I pull back to pick it up but Jared pulls me back to him.

"Don't worry about that," I hear him set his beer down and use that hand to pull me onto his lap. Both legs rest on either side of his. I feel his erection pressing through his jeans and mine. I relax more of my weight and roll my hips against his. With a small but deep growl, Jared's lips land on mine again. Picking me and setting me on the small trailer counter.

I wrap my legs around him to keep him between me. I feel him press himself firmly into my jeans and I can feel how wet I am already for him. I moan into his mouth as he does it again. Jared pulls back and whips his shirt off. I do the same and unclasp the bra I am wearing. "You like what you see?"  I ask as Jared stares at bare chest.

"Do I?" He leans in and brushes his lips from my cheek to my ear where he nips just below. I suck in a deep breath. "I fucking think it's beautiful." He wraps his arm around me and carries me to his bed where he plops me down on the bed. He stares down at me as he takes his pants off. "Now, why don't we see how quiet you can be while I fuck you hard into this mattress."

[mor-beck-more-problems]

Intro to Balancing Your Life || Morgan & Sasha

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @sasha-r-blog & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Sasha drops in on a new class on campus; Morgan is only too happy to offer encouragements.

“…And who is it that determines the definition of humanity? What kind of definitions do we see offered by Victor, or Henry Cleveral, or the Creature?” Morgan asked the class. The students, while not thrilled with some of Mary Shelley’s ‘big words’ had enough preparation to offer semi thoughtful ideas. Obviously, Victor thought he could define what human means. One of her try-hard students, eager to please every adult in sight, posited that while Victor’s definition of humanity is the one that dominates the narrative, the intrusion of the creature’s perspective halfway through the book is meant to compel the reader into questioning its validity. “Yes!” Morgan tossed the kid a candy from her bowl. “The midpoint crisis here upends our expectations through thought, rather than action. It is, structurally, the center, the heart of the story, changing what we believe to be true. But, are we convinced by the Creature’s definition of his humanity? Why or why no–”

Morgan’s timer, the theme song of The X-Files, went off.

“Shit. Alright, that’s time everybody! Do your homework, do your reading, and get ready for Fan-Fiction Friday! And you–” She pointed to the newcomer sandwiched at the corner of the seminar table. “Come see me for a minute. The rest of you: glad you love each other, but please get out.” As the room cleared out she began to gather up her things. “I’ll level with you, I haven’t checked my roster, so I’m not sure if you’re a late add or just checking things out. But either way, I might be able to answer any questions you have better one-on-one instead of just looking at you across the room.”

Sasha watched the other students mingle and leave, a second of nervousness keeping her in her seat before the professor called out to her. It was hard to parse the tone in Professor Beck’s voice when Sasha’s immediate assumption at a teacher saying to “see me” was that she had fuck up somehow. But either way, Sasha walked towards the desk, dodging any curious looks from her exiting classmates.

“Um, hi. Sorry I didn’t mean to cause any trouble by sitting in.” She shifted the straps of her backpack, tugging them against her shoulders, as if the weight would somehow shield her from the awkwardness. “I’m Sasha Rodriguez. You gave me your office hours awhile ago. I uh, didn’t get a chance to visit but I saw your name on the winter session course list  and thought I’d check it out. I’m trying to branch out I guess.”

It took Morgan a few minutes to place the girl. She didn’t give out her school contact information to everyone, but it happened often enough that she had more than one name floating around her head. But the more she looked at her, the nervousness, the eagerness, the closer Morgan got to a hunch. “Oh, you’re the girl trying to figure everything out in college. I’m glad you decided to come by. If you’ve got some spare time, we can go somewhere and talk? I’d love to have you join in the spring, if you like what you’ve seen so far.” She dumped her books and laptop into her bag, and shouldered the load, handling the bulk with ease thanks to her strength. “Come on. Why don’t you start by telling me what you’re branching out from and what you thought about class today.”

“Oh, yeah, okay.” Sasha said as she moved to follow the professor. She still wasn’t used to how casual some professors could be. In high school they made it sound like professors were all strict, no nonsense, and unforgiving. And Sasha had certainly had professors like that during her first semester. But here was a professor throwing candy to students and cursing in class and talking about fan fiction. It was cool, but weird to process.

“I’m in computer science and I’ve only really taken courses in that department and math stuff. Oh, and also English 101, for the gen ed.” Those classes had been a lot different from what Sasha had just sat in on. Even the one English class she took didn’t really match up, that one having been run by an exhausted looking graduate teaching assistant who didn’t seem all that interested in teaching.

“The class was cool, though I feel like a lot of the stuff you were saying went over my head.” Sasha had a moment of internal panic, worried that came off as implying Professor Beck was bad at teaching. “I’ve just never been good at looking into books, but the class was interesting. I was surprised you mentioned fanfiction at the end. I didn’t think most professors even knew what that was.” Oh no, did that sound rude too? Sasha closed her mouth before she could say something dumb. Besides her advisor, if you could even count their meetings as conversation, and Ben, Sasha hadn’t really spoken one on one with a professor before. It still felt a bit surreal.

“Oh, that’s just because you’re coming in at the tail end of the course. I don’t throw my students into the deep end before I’m certain they can at least, you know, doggie paddle.” Morgan smiled good naturedly and lead them up to the main sitting area in the English building, setting her bag down carefully and making herself comfortable. “I can tell you that looking into books isn’t so different from the way you look into the stories in other media. Movies, TV, video games, comic books--our relationship to the stories we engage with say so much about what we envision for ourselves and the world. The more we understand and invest that relationship, the more empowered we feel to take control of our fate.” Morgan stopped herself from saying anything more and laughed, low and self deprecating. “Oh, jeez, don’t tell the other professors I said that. But, anyways, yes, the aforementioned reasons are what fan-fiction and other forms of counter-storytelling are so important. But more important than that is doing something that’s going to challenge you in positive, enjoyable ways. And making time for a little fun.” Morgan held her fingers up, like this much. “Can I ask how the rest of college is going for you, Sasha?”

Sasha followed her and sat in the unfamiliar sitting room. She gave a small smile as Professor Beck talked about stories and how people related to them, finding that she had been nodding along without realizing. She stopped once she did, somehow worried that it came off as over eager, as if a professor would ever get mad at someone being interested in what they were saying. If only the professor knew how close that hit to home for her. All those stories of kids getting superpowers, it was real. As if it had jumped straight off the page. As if Sasha had willed it into being. In the back of her mind Sasha wondered how she would have reacted to suddenly growing calls if she hadn’t grown up on comics and superhero movies. It felt like the blueprint to everything now.

Lost in her own thoughts she was a bit startled when the professor’s tone shifted. “No, no I agree, I think. I think all that stuff is important. Storytelling. I mean, I’m not much of a reader but comics and games and movies have been really important to me.” She wished there was a major in that stuff. Or crime fighting. She’d be on the dean’s list if her nightly patrols counted for credits.

“It’s been going okay. I mean, I don’t really do much outside of classes. I’ve been trying to do more but I mostly keep to myself.” It was the same thing she had told her advisor and Professor Campbell, but more and more Sasha felt silly for saying it. It wasn’t like she did nothing, just nothing related to college life. But it wasn’t like she could tell her professors she was protecting White Crest. Or at least trying to.

Morgan noticed Sasha’s interest and perked up at once. “You know, we do cover films in my class,” she said, grinning slyly. “And books. But still. It’s the same kind of thought process as with books, so it might as well be given its time and place. There’s plenty of other courses like that in this department, even a film and media studies minor. You should do what makes you happy, because undergrad coursework doesn’t matter half as much as you think it does. It’s all internships and jobs and connections and recommendations that help you get anywhere. And this place, college, has a lot of flaws and problems, but one of the best ways to make it worth it is leave knowing as much as you can about the things that matter to you most.” But that was about all the pitching she was willing to do on behalf of her class. Besides, being a student at UMWC came second to being a kid in White Crest. Morgan couldn’t help but look at the girl and wonder what this place would do to her. Morgan pushed the thought away, she couldn’t let herself focus on a big, bad future like it was some kind of unstoppable force.

“This might sound silly, coming from a professor who just tried to recruit you to their class, but I hope you do find other things besides school studies. There’s a much bigger world out there, and you should have something else in your life. At least friends and playing video games or going to Al’s at one in the morning or whatever kids your age do now. Life is for doing stuff, you know? Whatever it is you’re thinking about doing or joining, you should go for it!”

“I never really thought about taking a minor. I didn’t know they had one about film.” Honestly, more and more Sasha felt like she hadn’t planned much of anything when it came to school. Or life in general. But she supposed she could change that. If anything this talk had made her actually interested in looking into classes, something she had mostly breezed through doing in the past, simply checking off the boxes of what she needed for her degree. But if the professor was right and it didn’t matter that much... “Maybe I’ll try looking into classes for film and english and stuff like that. They seem fun. At least the stuff you were talking about seems fun.”

Maybe it would make school more interesting, instead of something Sasha went through the motions of to get to her real job. “Real job,” as being a superhero paid. As if she wouldn’t one day need a day job. College was a convenient way to pass the time and something she was told she had to do, but it would be nice to actually care about it, to feel like she was actually doing something.

“I do have hobbies...” Just none she could tell Professor Beck about. “But yeah, I should probably try to do more. I wanted to check out the library. I was supposed to help out with the comic collection there as a volunteer thing. So that’s a start I guess.” It had almost slipped her mind, but that was something she had been genuinely excited for. It was just hard to remember stuff like that during the day when she was normally up all night. Her nightly patrols had turned her days sluggish and uneventful, filled with quick naps between class and maybe some video games alone in her dorm before she put on her costume and went out again. And she loved doing it, of course she loved going out at night to keep White Crest safe. But at the same time...

“Do you ever just get really focused on one thing?” Sasha asked the question before she was thought about it, but decided to keep going, even if it was dumb. “Like, you have something you like or is important and you just focus on that and everything else just kinda blurs into the background?”  Sasha rubbed nervously at the back of her neck. “I don’t know if that makes sense. I guess sometimes I feel like that. But I don’t know if I want to change it.”

“The library is a great start!” Morgan said. “You’re going to learn so much, and probably find people who have similar interests to you when they come to check out materials. But I hope you do other stuff, not for credit, just for you. You’re only going to be young once--” Hopefully.

She couldn’t help but smile at Sasha’s notion, that hyper-focus was something rare or embarrassing. “Oh, all the time. I have some art projects that I do on the side, and I can get so lost in my carving that hours can pass by so easily. Same with baking, or cooking something really involved. It’s almost like you’re connecting to something else, outside of or beyond you. There’s you, the thing you’re doing, and this energy it gives you, right?” Morgan watched the girl’s expression to see if she was getting it right. “Even if it’s just kind of like that, I don’t think you should change it. Whatever that thing is, it sounds to me like the universe is giving you the green light to keep going.”

Sasha nodded, giving a small smile. She was happy that Professor Beck seemed to get it and not think it was weird. Sure, Sasha's focus wasn’t on crafts or cooking, but it was the thought that counted. Her mind lingered on what she said about being given a green light. Really, what was a bigger green light than getting her powers? But she knew there was more to it than that. There had to be a reason it was her. She had to be able to do something with her powers, something to really help people. It was comforting to have the professor say she was right, that the universe wanted her to do what she was already doing, but there was a pang of melancholy knowing Sasha couldn’t tell her, or anyone, the truth. How much did advice and validation matter when the person saying it didn’t know the full truth?

She shook the thought from her head. “Thanks. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ask you a bunch of weird questions when I came to sit in. I think it would be cool to try out one of your classes though if you still have room for students.” Sasha chased away the worry of struggling in a class she wasn’t used to. If worst came to worst she could always drop that class. At least it would be something new, something she might actually end up liking.

Beaming and unawares, Morgan took out a post-it from her bag and scribbled out the class information before handing it to Sasha. “Don’t be embarrassed about questions,” she said. “Questions are how we learn. You’re never going to find anything interesting if you always leave well enough alone.” She stood up, getting the vibe that Sasha had opened up all she felt like so far. “I hope to see a lot more of you this coming semester,” she said. “Hoping even more that you do something just for you, but.” She put a finger to her lips. That’ll just be our secret.

“Thanks. I’ll try to keep asking them.” Well that was one social interaction that didn’t go horribly. Wasn’t great that Sasha considered that a victory for herself but she was going to take the feeling of accomplishment anyways. “And I’ll try to do stuff for myself too.” That was going to take more work than just registering for a class, but maybe it wouldn’t be the worst. She couldn’t promise herself she would put in the effort though. Tucking the post-it note into her backpack she smiled and said goodbye to Professor Beck. Maybe a few new classes would be enough to make her college life, and her daily life, seem a bit more exciting and a bit less like time to just get through. But her patrolling White Crest at night was still more important. Professor Beck didn’t have to know that part though.

[miracleboiz]

Making a Home Ch. 19

Kita Shinsuke had experienced a lot in life. He had been raised with his grandmother, a loving foster parent and for some time he followed in her foot steps before finding his own path. He thought his foster care license had expired before getting a call at three am with two small boys thrust into his arms. Miya Osamu and Atsumu, from broken homes but still fighting. Thirty days before his license expires. Thirty days to make a choice, keep the boys or let them be separated into different homes. Thirty days to fall in love with them.

Words: 4k

Relationships: Ojiro Aran/Kita Shinsuke, Gen

Warnings: Mention of past child abuse, non-graphic abuse

Not from Kita, but it is mentioned. I will post any warnings before any panic attacks or vague descriptions of abuse.

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“I told you that today wasn’t a good day.” Shinsuke said, reaching out to grab Osamu but he and Atsumu were already too far ahead. Osamu looked back, hope in his gray eyes and he started to hesitate reaching back for Shinsuke’s hand.

“Yes, we know they got in trouble, they were always troublemakers. That’s okay, we know how to fix them.” Rika said, smiling almost serenely at the twins. Osamu went still, tears starting to build beneath his eyes before his brother’s grip on his arm jostled him into turning around again.

Internally, Shinsuke fumed. Neither of the boys were troublemakers! Even if they were, there was nothing to ‘fix’ about a child who acted out. They needed guidance, support, they weren’t broken.

“Hello again, Rika-san.” Atsumu’s voice was hollow, drained of any sort of cheerfulness.

“Atsumu, I told you to call me Rika-chan, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.” Rika chirped and Atsumu’s shoulders sagged with tiredness as he dipped his head.

“Sorry, Rika-chan… Good evening Saito-san.” Atsumu’s voice was nearly intelligible and Shinsuke stepped forward, unable to stay quiet any longer.

“That’s enough. I told you not to come, and what are you talking about again? From my records there was no Saito Rika or Saito Ken who ever watched over the boys.”

“My last name used to be Nakamura,” Rika said flippantly and Shinsuke felt his temper rise, “I was the first one to try and adopt the boys.”

“Try?” Shinsuke barely held back the urge to snap the word back at her.

“Well my husband didn’t want kids then, so we got rid of them. But he’s come around and said we could adopt one, but why wouldn’t I just want my old twins. Besides, they’re older now and not as annoying as they were.”

“They’re not… They’re not dogs. You don’t just toss them aside and pick them up from the pound later.”

Shinsuke wasn’t one to get upset. He was often likened to a robot despite the fact that he knew he was very much human. He rarely cried until he was beyond overwhelmed, and he didn’t understand how other people could scream and yell so much. He even struggled to smile, though the boys had it made easier to relax and just let the natural action curve on his lips.

Right now, though, he was more than a little overwhelmed. Osamu seemed ready to break down and Atsumu had closed off again. He looked like he was seconds from dissociating and Shinsuke was not going to let that happen. He opened his mouth to tell them off when Atsumu started speaking.

“It’s alright Kita-san,” He murmured and Shinsuke pretended that didn’t hurt, “we’ll be good.”

His fist was nearly white, wrapped around his brother’s hand. Osamu whimpered, only to slap a hand over his mouth with a fearful glance at Rika’s husband who still didn’t look at the two.

“The boys are always good for me, right Osamu?” Rika seemed far more interested in the boys than her husband. He’d already dragged out his phone and wasn’t bothering to look at his wife or the kids.

“Yes Rika-chan…” Osamu said hesitatingly but Rika didn’t seem to notice it as she turned to Atsumu.

“So I know you two had a bad day at school today. You always were breaking things, rules, vases, toys. What trouble did you cause this time Atsumu?”

“That’s enough. Leave now.” Shinsuke stepped around Osamu, moving to stand in front of them. “I won’t have you insulting either of these two, or treating them like mindless animals. They’re kids. Get off of my property now.”

“We are entitled to our interview-” Rika started, looking more than a little shocked at Shinsuke’s interruption.

“You failed the moment you refused to listen when I told you not to come. They’re allowed to have a rest, especially after a hard day. Instead you came anyways, and proceeded to talk down to them like there is something wrong with them. There is absolutely nothing wrong with either of them. Atsumu, take your brother into the house please.” Shinsuke passed him the key, holding it out for a worryingly long moment before he finally felt Atsumu’s hand wrap around it.

He waited, feeling the tug of Osamu’s hand momentarily on his shirt before he was pulled past. The moment the door was shut, he relaxed slightly, no longer worried about them being upset about seeing him angry.

“Not only have you failed your interview, but I will be reporting you to their social worker. You are obligated to inform me if you have ever had any contact with either of the boys, before the interview. You dismissed them, insulted them to their face. Told them they were broken and ruined any confidence that Atsumu had with that last comment that he caused the trouble. He didn’t! Because he’s a good kid, who cares about making everyone happy and giving his all no matter what it takes from him and I will not stand by and let you degrade that into him just breaking things.”

“Wha- You can’t be serious! The boys are just kids, they don’t even know half of what I just said. I’m calling Oomimi-san now, you won’t even have the boys by the end of the night.” Rika snapped, looking both bewildered and angry. Her husband, interestingly enough, had finally glanced up from his phone and seemed to only understand that something important happened.

“So we don’t have to get the brats?” He seemed mildly relieved, only to scowl as his wife rounded on him.

Shinsuke turned, blinking in surprise at Osamu’s face in the crack in the door before it was gone. He paused, wondering if he should say anything else before tossing it aside. Whatever he said now was meaningless. He had the boys to take care of.

He stepped into the house, closing the door and locking it before turning on the security alarm. He turned, exhaustion flooding through him as the adrenaline started to lower but he knew his night wasn’t over yet.

Astumu was just standing behind the couch, keys still clutched in his hand like he was waiting for an order to put it away. Osamu was gripping the arm of the couch, fingers twitching and Shinsuke gently nodded when he realized Osamu was wanting to hold his fox for comfort but was afraid of being yelled at.

“It’s okay, Osamu, you’re not in trouble.” Shinsuke murmured, keeping his steps slow and measured as he moved to Atsumu’s side.

He wrapped his fingers around the keys and knelt to the floor, looking up at Atsumu. He barely even stirred, eyes staring at something over Shinsuke’s shoulder. His eyes were vacant, no emotion in them, not even fear. Tears had stained his cheeks and slid over each other but no sobs came from his mouth.

“Atsumu, I’m taking the keys now.” Shinsuke said softly, catching them as Atsumu obediently dropped them. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, I didn’t know you already knew her-”

“May I go to my room… please, Kita-san?” The words were barely more than a whisper, and Atsumu looked like he didn’t have the energy to try again. He was ready to collapse on the floor, and Shinsuke didn’t know if being alone would help or make it worse.

“Can you look at me first?” Shinsuke asked, waiting as the eyes slid to meet his. They moved slow, sluggish, like Atsumu had to force himself to do it but if Atsumu was responding that was good. He didn’t look too far gone, and forcing him to relive the moment by trying to talk it over would only make Atsumu that much worse.

“I’ll bring dinner in a bit, okay? Please come let me know if you need anything else. You look very tired and scared, Atsumu. I know that was hard, I’m sorry I couldn’t help more. I’ll check in on you, but if you need anything, please come and get me, I won’t leave the house okay?”

Inch by inch, Atsumu’s head tilted into a nod as his eyes slid away again.

“Yes sir.”

“Thank you Atsumu, you were really brave… I’ll check on you soon.” Atsumu didn’t move, waiting until Shinsuke gently nudged him before he started walking towards his room.

Osamu was clutching the fox to his chest when Shinsuke turned to look at him, his own tears leaking onto the floor. Shinsuke waved him closer and Osamu nearly ran to him, only to freeze an arm length away. 

Osamu had always been more physical, wanting hugs and getting comfort from them. He craved physical closeness in the same way Atsumu craved approval, but now he was scared. Scared of Shinsuke.

“It’s alright, Osamu.” Shinsuke tried to soothe the frustration on Osamu’s face as his natural urge to be close battled with the fear that had been built in him. “You’re scared, you don’t have to hug me… I am sorry, I didn’t know you knew her and I told her not to come, or else I would have told you that you would meet someone today. I am sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Can I go be with ‘Tsumu?” Osamu asked, voice stronger than his brothers but it was still choked as he sniffled. He gripped the toy closer and Shinsuke was grateful Akagi had thought to buy it as a comfort item.

“Yes, little one, go on. I’ll check on you in a few, and bring dinner.” Shinsuke slowly moved to his feet as Osamu walked away.

“I wish you didn’t hate us.” Osamu mumbled, probably not even aware he’d spoken aloud.

Still, a knife plunged through Shinsuke’s stomach and heart and it took everything he had not to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. He wanted nothing more than to sob, break down as so many emotions flooded him at once. He wanted to run, to hide, to lose himself in work, to lose himself completely in something blank. He was neutral by default, small bits of emotions dropping into him at any given time. He had no idea how to handle the thick swell pouring through him.

Anger, guilt, panic, pain, grief, adrenaline, worry, care, hurt. Everything poured into him and it was overflowing in his mind.

He wasn’t like the others, where they could take so much. He thought he would break, right there on his floor, his boys in the other room. His boys hurting.

Somehow, he moved to his feet, pawing at his own pants to pull up his phone and hit the speed dial for Oomimi.

“Shinsuke? Aren’t you supposed to be in the middle of the interview?” Oomimi didn’t bother with pleasantries, Shinsuke rarely called to catch up, he preferred the quicker method of text.

“Yeah… The boys had a rough day and I told her not to come but…” Shinsuke took in a shuddering breath, trying to focus on the present like Aran, Oomimi and Akagi had coached him through for years when he started to crack. He started to talk again, explaining what had happened, while he started to cook.

He focused on the pans under his hands, the heat of the rice cooker, the strong scent of fresh basil. The spoon was cool under his touch, and the back of his ankle collided with the stool the boys used. His elbow brushed over the fridge and cool air greeted his face.

He was okay. He was present. His boys were safe, they were just scared. Everything was okay.

“So after the boys went to their room I called you.” Shinsuke finished, stirring the stir-fry in the pan.

“Ah… I’ll drop by in about half an hour… I need to talk to them about the interview and I’ll make sure to note that she is to be removed from any potential adoptions until she’s reviewed again. I’ll write down what you told me and what the boys tell me and submit it tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Thank you, Ren.” Shinsuke murmured and Oomimi seemed to sigh on the other end of the line.

“Are you okay, Shinsuke?” Oomimi’s voice was soft, gentle. “That’s a lot to deal with on top of everything else.”

“Everything else? I’m fine Ren, honestly.” Shinsuke said, taking a deep breath and letting the overflow of emotions leak out. He probably needed a good cry, but honestly he didn’t have the time for that and he wouldn’t be the one to break in front of the boys. They needed to trust him to be strong and not crumble.

“Shinsuke, you went from being a successful business owner with a steadily climbing online business, to being a father to two traumitized boys, having your old crush return, trying to take care of them and help them heal, battling with that principal, trying to reintegrate Aran into your life, dealing with Saito-san, hearing Osamu say he thinks you hate them. That’s a lot, you’ve broken from much less. Remember our final year when you stepped down as captain? You were overwhelmed within days from losing your structure. When you first got the shop and found out that all the employees left with your aunt to her new one? You cracked and barely held it together until you got your routine going. You don’t do well when someone removes that without warning. This isn’t just someone removing your routine and your plan and your structure, this is blowing it up and stomping on the tiny pieces.” Oomimi sighed, louder and more clearly this time. He and Akagi had seen the worst of his cracking after all, though Aran had seen the first and knew of the other two.

It wasn’t often that Shinsuke cracked, in fact it was a rarity. He’d struggle, scramble for purchase and haul himself up after a week normally. Each of those times though, had been so overwhelming emotionally, physically, mentally.

Shinsuke had his routine, he had his Plan. He put the pieces together before the year even started, what he was going to do, what he was giving up or getting, what he would accomplish and what would be a bonus if it did happen. He set his routine, getting up at five am, showering for twelve minutes, turning on the rice and making tea by eighteen after. He checked his phone at twenty after before pulling out breakfast ingredients. Breakfast was done by six, he had eaten by twenty after and he was at work where it started all over again with a routine.

Little changes were okay, he could survive the itch that burrowed in his skin. He could ignore the urge to stare at the clock, feel time clicking away from him. He could only do that for so long. Without a new plan, a new routine set up, he would start to stumble.

It had only happened three times in total, but Shinsuke still felt guilty for each one. He prided himself on his self control, on his ability to support others, but when he broke he found them scrambling to care for him. Pressuring themselves to help him. The exact opposite of what he wanted.

“I know… Trust me I know, Ren… Why do you think I’ve been telling you and Michinari no? For the boys and about Aran… If I throw out my plan then I’ll just throw myself into a panic. I already made the decision not to start a family, not to focus on dating…”

“But you want too, now.” Oomimi finished for him. For a long minute it was silent, then Shinsuke could hear the sound of papers shuffling.

“I’ll be there in twenty, let the boys know okay?” Oomimi said, and the line dropped. Shinsuke didn’t move for a moment, letting himself relax before he lowered the phone to the counter and started to dish up three bowls.

He didn’t bother to pull out the cushions to eat at the table. Instead he grabbed two of the bowls and made his way to the boy’s bedroom.

He knocked gently at the door before stepping in. Almost instantly Osamu was leaping from Atsumu’s bed like he was waiting to be punished. Atsumu himself was curled up with his giant purple pokemon, hypnotically stroking it’s fur.

“It’s alright, Osamu, you can stay with your brother. I brought you dinner.” Shinsuke explained, moving to kneel next to the side table and carefully slide the bowls onto it. Osamu still hesitated, slow, careful steps bringing him back to his brother's bed.

Shinsuke moved nearly as slowly, until he could lower himself to the bottom half of Atsumu’s bed. He reached out, gently tapping Atsumu’s foot with a whisper of his name.

Atsumu turned, a little less dazed, but tears were still fresh on his cheeks. He blinked at Shinsuke, tugging his feet under his body. Shinsuke didn’t bother to be hurt by it, Atsumu couldn’t help it and he definitely wasn’t doing it to be cruel.

“I brought dinner, Atsumu.” Shinsuke said softly, watching the eyes slide off his face towards the wall behind him. “I also wanted to let you know Oomimi was coming in a few… No, you’re not in trouble.”

Shinsuke could see the fear rising up, in Osamu’s face, in the way Atsumu was clenching Kitty.

“I swear to you, you’re not in trouble. You’re not being taken away either. He just needs to check on you and make sure you’re okay after today, that’s all.” Shinsuke soothed, reaching out to Osamu and waiting for Osamu’s hesitant hand on his. He drew him closer, slipping off the bed to let Osamu have the spot and guiding him down.

“Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. It’s all going to be okay.” Shinsuke said, gently squeezing Osamu’s hand. For a second, a light of hope seemed to glow in his eyes and the smallest smile appeared, before he was pulling his hand away and turning to his brother, crawling over to lay with him.

Shinsuke wanted to say something, reach out to them. He had nothing to say, though. Instead he turned and walked away. Any more words would only seem empty and fruitless.

Shinsuke barely managed to eat, and clean the bowls by the time Oomimi arrived. He didn’t bother with pleasantries now either. This wasn’t a friendly call, he was on duty and he wouldn’t pretend otherwise.

He had more than one paper carefully stacked under one arm, none of them labeled and Shinsuke wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they were for.

“Shinsuke?” Oomimi’s voice made him jump from where he was bent over his kitchen island, a pencil scratching out a new design.

“Yes?” He looked over immediately, panic churning in his gut at the regretful look on his friend’s face. Oomimi moved slowly, making his way to the other part of the island before he spoke.

“The boys confirmed what you said… obviously. Saito Rika will be removed from the list of potential adoptees and will be reviewed much more thoroughly before she is added back.” Oomimi said, then lowered the forms onto the table blank side up so Shinsuke couldn’t read them. Always professional.

“Shinsuke… The boys said…” Oomimi hesitated, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he pushed on. “Shinsuke, the boys asked not to be adopted by you.”

A thousand pounds dropped through Shinsuke’s stomach. The pencil shattered in his grip but he couldn’t find it in himself to care about the pain shooting through his palm. They didn’t want him.

A disgusting mixture of horror, grief, and relief mixed through him. He hated it, despised it. The idea that he could finally return to his routine was relieving, the idea that he would no longer be in charge of their emotional welfare was relieving. Shinsuke wanted to throw up.

He didn’t want the boys gone, he’d never want that but even he couldn’t deny a mental toll had been taken. He didn’t care, he could get over that, he could adapt. It wasn’t life threatening, it was just a momentary adjustment period, that he was already going through. Adopting them wouldn’t make him worse and he was horrified that some part, even so small and ignored a part just trying to keep him moving forward, was willing to drop the boys like that.

None of that mattered though.

They didn’t want him.

“Shinsuke. I asked them if they were willing to stay the rest of the month with you… Osamu managed to convince his brother to say yes. Regardless, the decision remains with me.” Oomimi said, tone clipped. He didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news but this was his job. He had to make the call to remove the boys or not, even if Osamu had managed to get Atsumu to say he wanted to stay.

“I have to report it… but I’m not taking them, Shinsuke.” Oomimi reached out to squeeze his wrist, the first break in his professional demeanor. “They are scared because of Saito-san, it isn’t a reflection on you especially as you didn’t know she would be here. They’ve been a lot better under your care. I’ll ask again at the end of the month, but if they say no… you understand that I can’t force them to be adopted by you, right? By any of us. They get to say no.”

“I know.” Shinsuke wished his voice didn’t sound so raw. He wasn’t crying, not yet, but he could feel it building. He pushed it down, pushed it away, desperate not to break where the boys could walk out and see. He wouldn’t do that to them, no matter what.

“Do you want me to stay-”

“No, thank you Ren. I have to sign off on what happened right? I’ll do that now.” Shinsuke cut him off, he didn’t want comfort. He wanted to know what was happening next, wanted to know what to do. Ren wouldn’t, couldn’t, guide him or give him a hint to anything. 

Oomimi watched him, before grabbing the paperwork and offering a few pages. Neither of them mentioned the pencil embedded in Shinsuke’s hand.

“Please, call me if you need anything. I don’t want you to cry alone, I’m still your friend.” Oomimi said when he grabbed the papers back. He looked like he was debating on crying himself but Shinsuke couldn’t put him in that position.

Oomimi had to do everything without bias, reports, write-ups, removals, adoptions. He couldn’t promise Shinsuke that the boys would stay with him forever, he couldn’t say that Osamu had fought his brother tooth and nail trying to beg to stay just till the end of the month. He couldn’t say that Atsumu had broken down sobbing silently, arms clutching the stuffed pokemon Shinsuke had gotten for him, while he said he’d leave. He couldn’t say Atsumu hadn’t asked to leave Shinsuke, he’d asked Oomimi to help him make Shinsuke happy by taking them away.

Oomimi couldn’t provide any comfort. Shinsuke knew that, knew he’d never know what happened in that room. He couldn’t make Oomimi try and comfort him after that.

“You’re like my brother, Oomimi. Please drive safe.” Shinsuke said softly, not even trying for a smile as the door slid shut behind the tall social worker. He stumbled, holding onto the table to try and hold back the waves of agony.

He wanted nothing more than to move to the boys’ room and hold them and ask them to stay with him. He couldn’t do that. He’d scare them, upset them, worry them. Atsumu would immediately push for his original decision to leave and Osamu would be too scared to do anything but follow his brother.

They made the decision. Shinsuke wouldn’t force his presence on them, he would just do everything he could to make the next two weeks the happiest he could and ensure they were going to a safe home after.

He stopped by their room unable to fully stop himself, glancing over the two curled up on Atsumu’s bed. They were fast asleep, wrapped around each other like two kittens. 

He stepped in, grabbing the blanket and carefully tossing it over them. They barely even twitched and Shinsuke doubted they would wake up at all until morning after the emotional toil of the day.

Shinsuke scooped up the bowls, both of them mildly nibbled on, and returned to the kitchen.

He tried to ignore the ache in his chest as he started boxing up the food for tomorrow. If anything, he would eat it and make them something fresh.

He couldn’t stand the silence. It was deafening, only the pounding of his ears audible after a week of nothing but laughter and the sounds of video games. He needed to hear someone, anyone.

No.

Not anyone.

He didn’t think twice as he grabbed his phone and punched in the number with muscle memory alone. Part of him rebelled against it, insisting he didn’t need help, but the rest of him was begging for his best friend. He wandered into the living room, unable to focus on any one thing, desperate for noise.

“Y’llo?” Aran’s voice was like a wave of relief after nothing but pain since they’d left the Matsukawa’s.

“Hey.” Shinsuke didn’t know what to say. What even could he say? That he was about to cry and needed a hug? That he was about to adopt the boys and then he fucked up everything and they didn’t want him? That just hearing that single word, made him feel like he’d be able to survive because they’d always made it through everything together?

Shinsuke had his pride for being the carer. He didn’t think he could let it drop quite so fast.

“Shin? Are you okay?” How many years had it been since Aran last called him that? Four? Five? It brought back memories of highschool, laughter and sweat, leaning on each other in the summer heat and tossing snowballs wildly in winter. Memories of the six years after that, when Aran was still in Japan. Tea shops and festivals, dancing and baseball, pick up games as the sun died, and alcohol as the sun rose.

All that. Shinsuke never even thought to give Aran a chance in his life. He’d taken his best friend for granted, didn’t reach out to him during the three years he was gone out of the country. Didn’t think they could ever fall apart, didn’t think he’d ever lose that constant murmur of his name and gentle hands ready to catch or hold him. He never thought of a partner, never planned for one, because he never thought he’d lose the one he’d had without realizing.

“I… I needed to hear your voice… It’s too quiet right now.” Shinsuke felt pathetic, but he couldn’t even bring himself to acknowledge that, listening to the deep rumble of Aran’s voice.

“Shin? Is everything okay? Talk to me.”

Shinsuke didn’t even realize until he was already spilling everything. Tears poured down his face, silent but the choked tone and Shinsuke’s own heavy breathing. Aran seemed to know regardless, as he tried to soothe him.

“Shinsuke, they’re scared. They didn’t know this was happening, they probably think you were trying to get rid of them. You can’t change the past, but you can still change the future.” Aran’s voice was as smooth and deep as Shinsuke remembered. He couldn’t help but feel ridiculous, thinking that. He’d heard Aran’s voice not even six hours ago. But it felt like eons. 

Like he’d been drowning at sea and someone finally came to save him.

“Yeah… I know.”

“Shinsuke, we can figure this out, okay? Move things around a bit, make it easier on ya. I can take the boys out after school a few times over the next few weeks, or early in the morning on the weekend, you can relax and they can play with Lady. We can talk with the boys on friday or next friday, ask them what they really want. If they want to leave then that’s their decision… but if they want to stay, then we can plan accordingly. We can get you used to a new routine, I’m here, Akagi’s here, Ooomimi. We’re all here to help… Let us help.”

“I missed you.” Shinsuke confessed, the words bubbling out before he even realized. Desperate for him to know, for someone to understand what he felt instead of these wild miscommunications he’d managed to hurt his boys with. “When we weren’t talking… I missed you constantly, I didn’t just… forget about you. I thought about you… a lot…  I just… My business is my main focus, has been since I graduated.”

“I know.” Aran’s voice was soft, like he was soothing Shinsuke from a nightmare rather than his own regretted decisions. “Shin, I know. I was there when you made the plan, with the others. If I had a problem with it, I would have said something then. I was already leaving the country… why would I have insisted otherwise.”

Shinsuke didn’t know why he was having this conversation. Didn’t know why he needed to. He wasn’t going to date Aran, he couldn’t. He was already cracking trying to figure out if he got to keep the boys, how to help them, how to keep his business steady, how to continue the way it was expanding rapidly. He couldn’t be responsible for the emotional wellbeing of Aran too. Responsibilities came with relationships and right now Shinsuke couldn’t do it.

“Shin. I’m here, now.” Aran said, his voice getting more firm at the quickening of Shinsuke’s breath. “Let’s focus on that. I’m still your best friend and you’re still mine. That’s all that matters.”

“... Sorry.”

“What’re ya apologizing for? Even the great saint Kita Shinsuke needs help every once in a while… Let me come over, we can watch stupid dramas and you can cry into a pillow and we’ll pretend it’s from laughter until you feel up to talking it over.”

“I think most people offer shoulders, not pillows… and the boys are sleeping, I don’t want to surprise them with you suddenly.”

“Shinsuke.” The force behind it made Shinsuke shudder. “I love the boys. But right now you need something too. What do you need? What can I give you?”

“I…” The words choked in his throat, but he felt like he could breathe again. “I think getting some attention from Lady could help me a lot.”

“One standard white poodle coming up… with boba tea of course. Maybe even a shoulder if ya don’t like the pillows.”

Shinsuke coughed out a laugh, letting the couch take his weight as he fell into the seat.

“Of course.”

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars     Shadow      Warriors

            Seas 4

Oh    this-   just    screams      edgy        ...   Whelp

So is Jar      Jar an     adult,       now,?            (Asking because before his    characteri         zation was force of nature to child

Now he    seems to have his own    personality.

Which is fine   if you want to change some details for the sake of a    better story,      (Or to simply      explore         a new       angle,).    Aesthetic

     Just.            need to make sure I’m holding them to the right standard,

    Okay,

   That-         was    relatively     adult,

  Mm

   Um.

   I

 Aight        .           .       Well-

   Wait 

    Did they just call Jar Jar     away from      Cou-ncil-

    .         I mean they are clearly    trying       which          is   some thing       I do       give credit   for-

   Though                The             Tone              Is            Robot-                 Ic-

       (Though that might be int-         entional since it seems to be hinting that this lady is practicing some kind of         mind tricks on him

   (Aka, he’s doing it         under           tox, because we don’t do suspension of choice in     dra-         mat         ic       Me-     -dia,

 S’up

 What?

  I-

  -

   H-elp

Screw my own   accou-   -ntability     -      See that was the correct   -amount of   emotion-

.        Okay        -         Right-

  Sus-       (pic)

    No one noticed the obvious people right there?

  Like not even      Mr. sus         there?

[or are they just so    kind that it’s like   oh yeah we were just talking hate speech     but go right ahead?

Logic?

 There

  Yeah    some shit is definitely going on,

   For sake of argument*     sake, i’m just going to assume that his reaction to      toxic    behavior

*Account     ability-

 Any way

  I-

  I’m still      going to try,

  Despite  you clearly saying you want understood

   Because assumed authority        - and assuming you know better than a person about themselves

     Is totally ok-

     - In this         society

-[Cries        in       sad    “accountability,”     -of-      war,        ]

  Whelp,

  In-    flue-     n      -c      e

 Still an  adult-

  Okay-

 Imagine    it was just a normal necklace     and he pulled that shit-

[Ok for the sake of argument I’m going to assume the necklace is symbolism for toxic influence,

  Being around it         enabling]

  It-         -       His voice voice dropped like         - 6 octaves

     Also I swear if they try to   excuse him      for his actions-

     No

    Mind over matter     -Okay, so they’re not excusing him for his   -actions,

   Me-          an         -       OK so it’s not naturally evil it    just comes down to the users      so that dude was still totally responsible,

  Didn’t    change    - much

    -     Ha-Ha

  Actual     gas     -lighting”

    Also     persuade,            -             Okay,     good not excusing him       from his actions,      -      Thing

The   gaslighting goes deep      -      Also isn’t the Darkside supposed to be      negative over involvement?      -       Aight-         -       -           A-lone

  Oh yeah that’s a great idea let’s just let the  dude that just got gaslighted and completely fell forward go back into the person who did it,

 👍

     Genius     

    (This Jedi Council is fucking                  brilliant)

     Gas-       Light-         Ing

(Note;      Confronting the gas lighter is never the way       to do it       (Inter-             Gen-)          (Excluding accountability of the abuser     (Gen-break           Venting Pro-      Ced- u        re)

 [as you’re usually too angry     to let them get a word in edgewise        And remain;           in control)

  With inter- gen productivity,         They are possibly given       five warnings before         Being          Kick        ed-]

   For the sake of argu-       ment as well       as simplicity-

    We’re stick       -ing with        bas-         ic-

    If someone’s acting toxic        with you, you         reflect and you don’t have to         hang out with anyone         you don’t want to,

    Logic

   This dude      is very clearly making it obvious that    he’s willing to listen to this person,

 And, enabling

“Cl-”

See he’s gaslighting him again      because   he thinks he can get away with it,

With no   accoun-       tability-

 (Or the small bit      this society      believes      in     which is    jail,”

Wr-

Oh!

 Is he a     Gungan      Jedi?

  Also,

  You Don’t  

    SAY!

(The repeated Gaslighter      who has shown multiple times to be     toxic,       Was toxic,    (And prepared to use any means to      subvert the         will? 

Prize  for the  most   in  competent      Je      di

 Like,        Serious-         (Really had to put those two    accoun  t-      ability- cells      to good -    use-”

(For   matting       issue-)

  The writer just saving us the effort of him coming downstairs -all feckin- weird, and the   obvious    “should’ve seen that coming,     “

   ?             ha-ha

    What?

Oh yeah       no the creepy magical stuff wasn’t enough of a      fecking clue in-

  Appar-

   Whelp-

  He   snapped out of that quick-

  Like didn’t even need a      reverse- mind trick

   Good for      him-

   And - actual-     nar-    rative-        -

   Whelp,

   Wreck-ing      -house

       Okay, but how do you think this is going to look to the general public like two Jedi,( very good at persuasion -    mind tricks’ -just showed up, now they’re leader and said Jedi are wreck-ing one of their minster’s houses-  

     One who could’ve     feign-           ed lack of support for the        war

     Like if this is a     set up-  

 the chips-      are about to fall,

 Da-

Okay, seriously how obviously evil,    was this person?

Like we have a weird creepy room,     The robots apparently hanging from the    chandelier    (eck)         And      the knife

   Like if this person      ever-       went-   through a checkpoint

   Also,        Oh-

    That-

   (That     really        does not      look good,)

    Bo-ss

   Yeah,       she clearly has    medical experience,

 (Also yeah    that’s really going to make it    better-”

 Oh yeah the    senator was      seen trying to clean up the      evidence-

    Well the Jedi ran out     full sword’s- a blazing

    (Instead of you know the       Senator chasing after him,         While the peacekeeper stayed behind and tried to        tend to the person,]

   Great     -        -       Or    Not-

Well- tensions    just got raised,

  Of,

 Ai.     Ght, 

 Whelp,

(Okay, no way he’s totally not dead      but sure-)

 A-i-

  -

 Whe-

   That-       sucks-          -         Un-     Con-cious

    That-   doesn’t tell me anything else-

   Like;        Critical      condition?

   D-usk

   Li-terally       no one else?

    (Like don’t get me wrong I’ve been a pretty big Jar-jar fan ever since the change-)

   But really, the Senator, the person that spends the most time away from your - planet

   That’s the person,     they trust the most?

  Ai-

  Hm-

Oh yeah just put on the deadly leaders hat-

   The rese-mblance-

   Not really?

   I mean all humans technically    look the same-

  But-

 Pretty sure Jar jar is a lot      scrawn-         thin        -er

    Also if they’re not going to listen to him as him       they’re not going to listen to him      as he pretends to be their (dead) leader

Also, please don’t go with the      liar revealed plot,

    Yeah no, they have completely different kind of light.   tones,

     The face structure-

    Co-mpletely         different-

     -

   Nope

 -Dead

 Di-ssent

  Agree

   I-

   OK yeah I’m just gonna go over the fact, that as previously state,  I am not a huge fan of the liar revealed plot-

    -or lying

  (No because it’s- unrealistic-    - or there’s anything wrong with it

  -people do lie

     -maybe because of how overdone and             poorly done it’s been,

             -With the liar getting off Scott free without any                  weight

               But I really don’t like this               plot-

-And    the   skip    button    maybe   used     ad-     nausuem-   -

       [Well- shit       [for reference; I was using the skip button ad nausuem when I randomly stopped at the part      with    Greivous

        Things just got a whole lot worse]

         [Tumblr             Refresh]       -

   Any        Way,

   Aww,     That’s kind of nice the    friendship and reliance       the dude has on      Other-        Half            -         Yes        ‘Boss       Leoni’        when someone gets         tox         you leave-        - In a      - relation          ship-  

      Also yeah he’s definitely not       ‘Boss         Leoni’            -            He would’ve stayed and tried to take the    tox

 (Aka Jar-jar is less ena-     bling, les-        tox-     And     Doesn’t       Take        It        For          Much        More.            Than            He            Has               To,

        (He’s   les   -s

      Dyfun.  -c)

      Okay

       Good            Job     -     Also - yeah   how’d you manage that         -         That-

Didn’t get   car   ried up the chain of   com-     mand-        -            Then again Gri-   evous has shown to be a pretty   shit boss.     -      So I can’t blame these guys    for being like yeah compl-      ete stranger     I will totally      take a nap       -right    ,now-         -      You        kinda      have      sticks-        -    [The rain is   really    nice,]

[is this the first time we’ve seen them use active     particle effects      for the camera?

  Either way       it’s really        nice            -

Oh,

They’re    

electric     sticks,

That makes   sense

[- bet     ter      for      Figh     t-      In-       g-

Stop one     1v1     -ing-        It

    I

  W-h

   Again this is what happens when you 1v1 it    and    don’t assume accountability-     - -   

 [Don’t fight a metal cyborg with metal sticks when you’re not prepared to take it, full way,)

   I-

  [I feel like this is supposed to be some    big build up but they only shared like one scene where dude was completely silent,]

  Like,

   Sacr-ifice

    Die to take someone out with you

[Great

  Now

   Ouch]

   Are   they actually going to kill off      grievous because this isn’t look-ing    too    - good      -         Shit-

 Dude-      is still not dead-       -       How?        -          Whelp-           -          Oh,    hey      where the fuck    did you come      from,

 I-           Ack.      Br-u-      Tal

W-el

 -       Un         -         M           -              Plan-

“ damn it        he messed up the       script-,           -Pal   - patine

     Cap-

    Prison   break-

   Also yeah     that’s probably like        a vacation    for him-

 Given     how toxic these assholes     are           -            Ex- change           -           Damn             Ship      per-

      Also screw the 150 or how many other                 sena   -tors        -       Only     Amidala           -      matters          -          A-       ight-     -      Also, dude knows where everyone’s      lair,      Is,

 Like he pissed off Grievous with    -his

 Now he’s just chilling in this      dude’s    sipping earl gray       Or-      Some        Shit-

  Him

  Okay

 Getting a little    ahead of yourself     episode-       -       O k

    I

   Hearing this,  Skywalker doesn’t immediately run back      shout        -ing      nope-        - -       Because, to my knowledge the speaking at      room volume,

  Not    whispering        and the distance        isn’t enough to      -explain it             -            Ai          -   -           Wel-             -      There goes one        min-ion-             -             Droids are apparently    expensive enough to      chastise    Grievous          over-

  But sen-tient - beings are        a dime’     a ‘dozen-

    (Also    gaslighter’s.     don’t give a shit about        you     dear,       God,

  The Painful     dramatic-        irony-

 *tra-      gic-      Wh-      -Oa

 Ai     -     Ri-

  An

  Wh-     -elp,

   You know if it wasn’t for the exposure     earl-        ier   

I would assume they would think that the Jedi was just killing all their Im-por-        tant- elected officials

     Why?

     Wh-at

    He’s right.    -         But dude- that’s pretty      ham fisted-

   I mean-

  How many episodes          (and       possibly        seasons-)      do we have to            go-            - -     Anakin-       is a dick    to lanterns-       -        Also the random theme of the     bots-      coming out of nowhere-    continues-       -     St     -op-          -        Wh-       elp-

    .

    ?         (He          live?)

      I-

      ?

  Good           Play-

     Ah-

    To-

       Oh, yeah,       He’s alive we’re not going to bring that up in any      mention-able way?

      Ike

    Wh     e     l-      p

     Oh           -     That was   -nice-

   You deceived everyone and lied to all          our people,  you’ll make a great      leader,

   Or a great council/    committee leader considering that they do have an open position          ,            Best

I like that they had one bad ass fall and had it replace-d by Dooku being particularly bad-ass       -          In his      place-

In the trade off near the end really speaks to the     frag-ility of war

   I thought-

   It was pretty al-right    Though it really did seem like     - they were trying to build up to something but the structure unfortunately        just didn’t support it,

   Which is unfortunate because they do seem like      bits- that could’ve been nice

   Like Jar-jar being a constant       peacekeeper-

   The underwater        nations-

     Wars be-           tween          - Those               Dude’s

   And that    general guy      -        Who seems to be like he was supposed to be this     - really big deal

 [probably intended to do something      massive in the previous       arcs,]

    But, here,    all he did was that one scene,

    [Would’ve worked better if he was like this Re-       Public Gen-       Er          Al-

    To the      shark guy-

     And Akbar,

     Was just like the resident         enforcer-

     Or something to do with the       prince

    I think it would’ve really worked better with the concept of        ‘being taken’        under,               As well that possibly being a good contrast between     Jar Jar         binks          And        Char-        If Jar- jar got promoted-        With Char being eager at first but then realizing he just         can’t-          And Jar- Jar being reluctant at first but realizing he      can-

   [Note; assumed authority is bad,         Just- some people are better at using it for venting         than others)

   Nope boomers vs throw-         it-back, boom-

       I-

     And it really did feel like this episode       -should’ve been the split one 

   Nearing the end- it started to feel like the 1st-       part of a second ep-

    Which is fine

    Just cut-        of-

   Episode all around being al-right, with just several parts that didn’t make quite sense including the emphasis on the general for that one scene,

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Sins of the Father Part 2

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Summary:  Jensen tells someone his secret.

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Series warnings: cussing, mention of recent rape, emotions, divorce, cheating, angry teenager, drug use

“Where’s Mommy? She’s not at Gram and Gramps’!”

“I know. She made some sad choices, so she had to move out.”

“She’s not bad!” Reese pushed her chair away from the table and ran to her room. Jensen sighed in frustration, but the dad let her be. He walked to the counter, pulled a large envelope toward himself, and opened it. Seeing Jensen’s wife’s signature on the back page, he signed under hers, put it back in the envelope with a stamp, and laid it on the outgoing mail pile.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, Jensen texted his lawyer that it was done. He was finally free. Sole custody. It was confirmed weeks later in court, Reese’s mom nowhere to be found.

“Seeing as Ms. Kelly Ann Ackles has not attended, and there are witnesses to her terrible actions, I grant you sole custody of your daughter, Mr. Ackles. Good luck to you both, sir.” The judge slammed down the gavel.

“Thank you, Your Honor.”

—————

Three Years Later

“You never let me do anything!”

“You have more freedom than almost any kid your age! What are you talking about?” Jensen dropped his keys and wallet onto the counter. Reese threw her backpack against the couch.

“I want Mom!”

“She wouldn’t let you get away with this attitude, so don’t play that with me!”

“She ain’t here because you kicked her out. I want her back. How come all my friends have a mom and I don’t?”

Jensen replied, “Pick up your stuff, get your homework out, and start it before you take this any farther.” He opened the fridge and retrieved a cold water bottle.

————-

Age 13

Jensen was walking down the promenade when he ran into someone.  “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to- Kelly?” Jensen stopped suddenly at the outdoor mall. His face drained of color as he realized who she was.  

“Hi, Jay.” She looked away from him in embarrassment of her condition. Skinny, sunken cheeks and track marks showed her recent activities. “How is she-“

“Here, Dad. I got you some hot choc-“ Reese stopped when she saw her father talking to a lady. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” Reese looked the woman over. “I can get you something to drink if you would like,” the teen offered.

“No thank you, ma’am,” the woman turned and scampered away. Reese shrugged and then looked up at her Dad.

“She recognize your or something? Looks like a stoner.”

“Nope, just saying hi, I guess. Come on. Let’s go.”

————-

“Honey, can you come to the living room, please?” Jensen yelled through the Vancouver apartment.

“Yeah?” Reese yelled back.  She walked into the room.  

‘Come sit with me, we need to talk.”

“I’ve been good for Skye, Daddy.  I haven’t done anything-”

“No, no.  I know.  I need to tell you something.  It’s a grownup conversation, okay?”

The early teen tilted her head in confusion as she sat on the ottoman across from her father.  

“Okay…” 

“I met a girl, and I really like her.  Would you be okay if I went out on a date with her?”

“You’re replacing Mom?  She never did anything, and you kicked her out.  Now you want to do it again with someone else?” Reese growled.  Jensen took a deep breath.  

“So I guess that’s a no then,” he stated under his breath.

“Do whatever you want, Dad!  You already did!” His daughter stood and stormed back to her room.  Jensen heard the door slam.  He winced.  

JENSEN:

It went as well as I thought it would.  Sorry, Dee.  I think we need to wait.  Will you wait for me?

DANNEEL:

I was expecting that. We can talk about it later when you aren’t so stressed.  

JENSEN:

Thanks. I mean it.

Over the next few weeks, Jensen thought about how he would introduce Danneel to Reese.  Reese didn’t know who his potential girlfriend was, so he thought he could use that to his advantage.  

“Reese!  Let’s get a move on, slow poke!”

“We’re only going next door, Dad,” she smiled as she walked toward the front door.  Jared and Gen live a minute away.  “You need to chill, dude.”

“Whatever, kid.  Let’s go.  Time to watch some football.”

Jared and Gen greeted the two as they entered the house.  After getting settled in and comfortable on the couch, Reese heard the doorbell ring.  Jared walked to the door.  When he came back, a woman was with him.  

“You’re Danneel!  From One Tree Hill!  Hi, I’m Reese.” The girl stood to shake her hand.  

“Hi, Reese.  It’s nice to meet you.”  Danneel returned the gesture.  

“Can I hug you?” Reese grinned.

“Sure!  I like hugs!”

“Are you going to watch the game with us?” Reese looked at the woman expectantly..  

“Yes, I was hoping so.”

Jensen walked in.  

“Hey, Dee.” He sucked in a breath as he knew his daughter was watching.  

“Hi, Jensen.” She walked to him and gave him a hug.  “How are you? Your daughter is so delightful.”

“Eh, she’s alright,” he smirked.  

“Hey!” Reese threw a couch pillow at his face.  

“I’m kidding!  Yes, I am good, Dee.  Thanks.  Let’s watch this!” Jensen sat next to Reese with Danneel on the other side of him.  “Jared!  Gen!  Get in here!” He called for his friends.  Reese giggled.  She turned serious in realization.  

“Is Danneel the girl you were talking to me about?” Reese whispered into her dad’s ear as the game played loudly through the speakers.  

“Not now, Reese.  Let’s just enjoy the game without-”

“She’s cool.  I like her,” she beamed.  

“I’m glad, kiddo.” Jensen pulled her into his side and readjusted the blanket over her lap.  “I love you.”

__________

One Year Later

“I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to ever, EVER, repeat this to Reese.”

“Woah, this just got serious, Jay,” she looked at him with concern.

“No one knows, not even Jared. But if we’re going to continue our relationship-“ he sniffled, “you need to know. Promise me you won’t tell her.”

“Jensen,” Danneel took his hand. “You’re scaring me.”

“Promise. It will ruin how she perceives everything, and I can’t have that.”

“Okay, I promise.” Danneel kissed his cheek. “What do you need to tell me?”

“It’s better if I show you,” Jensen slowly stood from the couch as he let go of Danneel’s hand.

He took a few steps away from her and unbuckled his belt.

“Uh. Jay? What are you-“

“Just look,” he pushed his pants down to his knees. “This is why I never want the light on when I’m in my room.” He pulled down his boxers and turned around.

Danneel gasped. Scars covered his rear. Thick lines scattered his mid-body. Jensen’s inner thighs were rough and irritated. His girlfriend could see that his skin never fully healed. Danneel put her hands over her mouth. He was about to pull his pants back up when she saw it.

“KAA. She branded you!” Danneel turned him so that she could see Kelly’s carved initials on his hip. She ran her fingers over the scar.

“Please, it’s okay, I’m okay.”

Danneel leaned back on the couch. Jensen pulled his pants up and buckled his belt.

“Kelly made me take it so that she wouldn’t destroy my name. I never did anything. I know that now, but I felt I had. We had to stay together for Reese. At least that’s what I thought. Once she cheated, I thought that was my opportunity to get out. But I’m okay.”

Danneel stood and stepped onto the couch so that she was taller than Jensen and wrapped her arms around him. Jensen quietly put his face into the crook of her neck and smelled her calming perfume. Danneel felt wetness on her chest.

He’s crying. He never cries.

“I’m going to find her-“

“No need. Life hasn’t been good to her. She got her own justice. But you can’t tell Reese. Ever. I don’t want her to hate her mom. It’s not Reese’s fault, and although Kelly used Reese as a bargaining chip, she will never know this was all her mom’s doing. To Reese, her mom was her hero. Don’t ever say anything. Please,” he whispered as they continued to hug.

“But Kelly ruined your lives and Reese has had resentment against you since-“

“I can live with that as long as Reese is safe,” Jensen backed up and guided Danneel off the couch.

“Can I have the full story now? I’m not trying to be pushy, but it seems like there is a lot that you are still working through.”

“Babe, it took a lot for me to tell you that.”

“Then it can wait.” She smiled.  “I love you, Jay.”

Jensen embraced her.  

“I love you too.”

_____________

“You’ve been a mess, babe.  What’s going on with you?” Danneel pulled Jensen aside during Reese’s birthday party.

“Later.  I promise.”  

Danneel saw the scared look on his face.  

“Go take a breather.  You’re terrified.  Do you want me to get Jared?”

“No.  I’m going to go to my room for a sec.  Cover for me.” Jensen scooted by her into the house.  

“Where’s he going?” Gen walked up to Danneel.  

“Bathroom, maybe?”

“You having fun?” Gen asked.

“Yeah, the party turned out better than I thought.  I’m so happy that Reese and I get along the way we do.  She let me do this for her.”

“DEE!”

“Hey, girl!  So… do you like your party?”

“Yes, thank you!” Reese grabbed the woman around the waist.  

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Where’s my dad?”

“He’ll be right back.  Had to run inside,” Danneel combed a few strands of hair behind Reese’s ear.  “You really do like the party?  I did okay?”

“It’s amazing.  I’ve never had a party like this before.  Dad’s not good at this stuff.”

“Well, you’re his princess, and you should feel like a princess on your day, so I’m glad I could help,” Danneel rubbed the girl’s arms.  

“You did a great job, Danneel,” Gen chimed in.  “Happy birthday, Reesy!” She embraced the birthday girl.  

“Thanks! Oh!  One of my friends is here! Bye!” Reese scampered off to greet her best friend.  

A few hours later, everyone had left and Reese was in bed.  

So, mister,” Danneel started.  Jensen looked at her.  “What’s up with you tonight?”

“Her birthday is always hard.  She doesn’t know it, but Kelly hurt me on her birthday.  Every year.  Really bad.  It was as if Kelly was going to hurt Reese, so I took it for her, I guess.  She was a psychopath.  She played mind games to gain some sort of power over me.  Kelly did it to a few others too, but I never want Reese to know that-”

“She hurt you?” Reese walked into her dad’s bedroom.  “What?”

“Nothing, baby.  Just telling Danneel how much I’m so glad your mom gave me you.  Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Nightmares.  Been getting that a lot lately.  I don’t know why.”

Jensen pulled his daughter into him on his bed.  Danneel scooted over so that all three of them could fit.  

“I’m sorry.  Can I do anything to help?” Jensen stroked the back of her hand.  

“Sing?”

“Sure, baby.  Let’s go back to your room.”

When Jensen came back to Danneel, he sighed a breath of relief and shut the door.  

“Anyway, her mom always chose to beat me extra hard on those days.  I never understood why.  I thought it was always something I had done.  Turns out, she was just a selfish woman who got off on making people feel like crap.”

“What made her think she could just mistreat you like that?”

Jensen climbed underneath the covers.  Danneel took her ring off and put it on the side table.  

“She- she told me that she would take Reese away from me and I would never see her again.  She had proof that I was a terrible father, according to Kelly.  She also saw a picture of fans who had gotten a little too close.  I backed away, of course, and told the fans to move on, but every time I turned around, it was always something.  Kelly told me that she had a lawyer and was going to take everything away from me if I didn’t do exactly as she said.  So I did…” He reached for Danneel.  The sobs wracked through him and shook the bed.  “Kelly made me do stuff that I didn’t want to.  I told her I didn’t want to, but she did it anyway.  She thought of it as a fun sex game, but even when I told her no, she continued.  I was restrained, so I couldn’t- “ he stopped himself.  “Kelly used it against me, knowing full well what she did.”

“Jensen,” Danneel ran her fingers through his hair as he choked through his sobs.  “I’m here.  That won’t ever happen again.  I will not be her.  I’m your girlfriend, and partners don’t do that to each other.  Just sit here with me.” Danneel stroked his back.  

“Tissues?”

“I’ll get some in a second,” she soothed him.  

“I’m a guy, I can’t come out and announce that a female raped me, Dee.  She shoved her advantage in my face.”

“I believe you, Jensen.  I’ll always believe you.”

As he stopped crying and wiped his face with his hand, Danneel reached toward the ground and grabbed the tissues off of the floor next to the bed.  

“Here,”  she put them on his lap.  “You didn’t deserve that, you know that right?”

“I do now.  Took a long time though,” he whispered.  

“Good.  You are my king.  I would never-”

“I know.  I do.  Like I said, her birthday is always hard.”

“No one knows?”

“Nope.  I showed you because, well, obvious reasons.  I didn’t want you to freak out when you saw it.”

“You’ve kept that to yourself this whole time?” Danneel continued to stroke his back as his head laid in her lap.  

“I’ve been seeing a therapist since it happened.  Everybody thinks I go just to keep myself in check.”

“Shit, Jensen.”

“I’m sorry you’re involved with another statistic, a victim,” Jensen scooted away from Danneel.

“Get back here, Ackles,” she growled.  Danneel put her hands on his arms to bring him against her again.  “You don’t get to think like you’re a victim anymore.  I love you.  I don’t care what she did, you’re mine now, and you are not a victim any longer.  Kelly isn’t here, and she doesn’t dictate your life. You do.”

“Thanks, Dee.”  Jensen adjusted so that he was more comfortable against Danneel.  The wife clapped her hands, and the lights went off.  “Good night, my queen.”

________

“Hey, Reese!” Danneel greeted her stepdaughter as she walked into the living room the next morning after her party.  “Looks like you slept well,” she laughed, ruffling the girl’s hair.  

“I’ll be taller than you are soon, don’t make me do it back!” Reese giggled.  

“Hey, munchkin,” Jensen followed his daughter into the room and kissed Danneel on the cheek.  Turning back to Reese, he planted a kiss on the top of her head.  “You’ll always be shorter than me, the guys are all taller than the girls in this family,” Jensen smirked.  

“You just watch me break that streak, shorty,” Reese offered a smug smile.  

“Wow, you’re confident!” He pulled her into him.  “Did you sleep better after you fell asleep again?”

“Yeah, thanks for helping me.  I’ve just been stressed for whatever reason.  I’ve been thinking about Mom lately.”

Danneel’s eyes went wide, and she glanced at Jensen when Reese made her comment.  Jensen shook his head ‘no‘..  

Since the three of them were all together, they spent the day in Austin.  Walking the swap meet, they tired themselves out.  Reese exited the shopping area with bags of new clothes and accessories.  

“Remind me to give her five bucks for her birthday this year,” Jensen laughed.

“I heard that, Daddy,” she nudged him.  

“Abusive!” Jensen gasped playfully.

“Ouch.  I think I got some mosquito bites,” Reese almost dropped her bags to scratch her legs.  

“Don’t scratch,” Danneel reprimanded.  ‘I’ll get you some lotion stuff when we get home.”

“It’s so itchy!”

“Okay, ladies.  Let’s go home.”

When they returned to their house, Reese dropped the items in her room.  She ran down the stairs to get anit-itch lotion from Danneel.

“Dee?” Reese walked into the kitchen and saw her dad sitting at the table with Danneel applying lotion to the inside of his leg.  “You got some too-  What the hell is that?” Reese ran over to her dad at the sight of the scars on his inner thighs.  

“Shit.”

“What is that?  Have you always had that?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart.  I have a skin condition,” he started, but his startled face made Reese think otherwise.  

“Your skin looks rough.”

“I’m okay.  I got it when I was-”

“I wasn’t dreaming when you said she hurt you.”

Jensen pulled down his shorts to where the hems rested on his knees.  

“No, baby.”

“Jen, she needs to know.  It’s gone too far.  You’re about to lie to her.  You can’t.”

“What?” Reese turned from Danneel to Jensen, his face ghostly.  “What did she do and where is she so I can-”

“Nope.  Just relax.  Dee, can you give her some lotion?”

Danneel -put some more lotion on her fingers to apply it to Reese’s skin when Reese moved out of the way.  

“What is going on?  I’m scared, Daddy,” she looked at him, begging for information.  

‘You and I are going to talk later,’ Jensen growled at Danneel..

“Do you want me here for this?” His wife looked to him.  

“Yeah,” Reese answered, taking Danneel’s hand that didn’t have the lotion on it.

“Sit down,” Jensen said, taking deep breaths.  

“Jensen, take it slow.  You set the pace.  We’ll just listen, right, Reesy?” She pulled Reese’s leg up onto the bench seat and smoothed some lotion over the mosquito bite.

“Yeah, it’s okay, Daddy.  Don’t be afraid.”

“I haven’t ever told you this, and it’s for a myriad of reasons.  You will probably hate me more than you already do, but I guess since you’re older, I can be more honest.” Reese squinted her eyes at him. “When you were born, your mom thought she saw me being inappropriate and cheating on her with some fans.  They got too close, and I told them to go away.  She never moved on, though.  She always held it over my head.  Among other things. I’d never leave you or your mom like that. I hope you believe me, sweetness.” Reese nodded.

“So, she said she would take you away from me for a list of issues that she had with me.  The only way she wouldn’t is-”

“Jay…” Danneel warned.

“...if she beat me up.”

“What?” Reese’s eyebrows nearly met her hairline.  “She hit you?”

“That part of the conversation needs to wait until you’re older, but yes.  That’s what you saw on my leg. But I promise, I’m okay.”

“You got hurt to protect me?”

“Basically.”

“I think you need to show her the other thing, Jay.”

“No.  Maybe when you’re older.  The main thing I want you to know is that I love you, and I didn’t mean to hurt you when she left.”

“Why did she leave?”

“She was being controlling with me, and I didn’t want you to be under her control too.  Mom was already manipulating me, I didn’t want her to do it to you.”

“Dad.” Reese whined.  “You would have tried to work it out if it was just that.”

“Baby, you don’t want to know.  Please don’t make me tell you.”

“She was cheating, right?”

Danneel and Jensen’s mouths opened a bit.

“How did you know?” Jensen reached for the hand that wasn’t entwined with Danneel’s.  

“I didn’t know if at the time, but this guy would come over when you weren’t home.  He said he was a friend.  I was supposed to call him Uncle-something.  I don’t remember his name.  I thought it was weird, but I was a kid, so I didn’t know.”

“That’s right, you were a kid.  So you will not blame yourself.  This was not your doing, you hear me, kiddo?”

“But she hurt you so that I could stay!” Reese bursted into tears.  “That’s not fair!”

“Don’t do that.  It’s not your fault, sweetie,” Danneel tried to calm her down.

“You never told me any of this even when I was mad at you because I thought it was your fault that she left.  If I would have known-”

“You would be so emotionally compromised because of what she did.  You would have second-guessed everything about your life, and it wasn’t worth that.  We are safe.  That’s what matters.  I’d rather you hate my guts and be safe than be physically abused by her and still love me,” Jensen sniffled.  “I did all that because you didn’t need to have a more messed up childhood.  It was hard enough.”

Reese sucked in a breath that turned into a sob.  

“I know what you’re thinking.  Your mom was so good to you,  Don’t ever dismiss that. She just… struggled.”

Reese’s long and lanky teenage body crawled into his lap.  Danneel wiped tears from under her own eyes.

“She used me to hurt you!  Your skin is messed up because she- that BITCH!”

Jensen sighed and stroked her hair.  He let her spew out insults at her mother as she cried.  

“I love you.  I always have,” Jensen kissed his daughter as she leaned into him.  

“I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know.  And I wanted it that way.  The rest of the story can be told later.  Just know that you are the best thing that has happened to me.”

For the rest of their day, the three talked and cried.  

“I need you to go to bed, okay?  It’s late and we had a hard day today.”

“No…” Reese whined.  

“Yes, come on,” Jensen tried to pull her from her spot on the couch.  She resisted, and Reese pulled him back down.  

“I need you to make me feel better,” Reese said with a whisper.  “Stay. I’ll sleep, I promise.”

“Okay.  Okay.  Let’s get comfy.”

Danneel went into the hall closet to get some pillows and blankets.  

Jensen and Reese fell asleep an hour later, and Danneel slowly walked up the stairs to the master bedroom.  

_________

“I finally told her.”

“Wow.  I guess that’s what we are talking about today, then.” The psychologist narrowed his eyes on his patient.  

“Danneel opened the door to it because I was about to make up a story.”

“Are you angry with her about that?”

“At first, yeah.  But she’s really good at keeping me in check.  The conversation went as I thought it would.  I’m glad most of it is out in the open.”

“Most?”

“Reese doesn’t need to know that Kelly raped me.”

“Ah.  So she knows her mom hurt you, but not exactly how,” the doctor confirmed.  

“Yeah.  Kelly beat my ass some kind of punishment implement.  I’ve got stripes on me. That’s not something I want her to know.  She’s a teenager. No.”

“Understandable, and I think that’s developmentally appropriate.”

“She’s doing okay.  I can tell she’s angry though.  Reese has been spending more time with me.  She’s never been that way, giving me hugs and wanting to be around me.”

“Sounds like things are going well, considering.”

“Would you talk to her?” Jensen looked at his psychologist.  

“I can.  I was going to ask if you would feel comfortable with that.”

“I’ll ask her.  I think she might be into it,” the dad put his head in his hands.  

“You did good, Jensen.”

“Yeah.  Father of the year,” Jensen stated sarcastically.  

“Get up,” the doctor startled him.  

Jensen sat up.

“What?”

“Stand up.”

“Okay…”

“We are going to keep talking, but you will stand up until we are done,” the therapist took his notebook off the side table and put it in his lap.  “Now, do you think Reese hates you?”

“No, not now.”

“Do you think she has confidence in you as her dad?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Jensen shrugged.  

“Say it.  Yes or no.”

“She does, especially lately.”

“You’re valuable to her, right?”

“I guess.”

“Let’s say she does.  Say it.”

“I’m valuable to her.”

“I’m confident in my ability to take care of her,” the doctor asked Jensen to repeat the mantra.

“I’m confident in my ability to take care of her.  This is stupid, doc.  I’m not any of that.”

“You are not allowed to use the word stupid in here, you know that.  Now, I am having you say these things because you WILL feel that way.”

“Whatever, it won’t work.”

“I had you stand up so that I was on a lower level than you. It builds confidence whether you realize it or not. It’s a power stance. You can do this. I get that this is hard.  Therapy is hard, but you will not treat yourself like this.  Reese will suffer if you do.  Homework assignment for this week-”

“I hate homework,” Jensen groaned.

“Here are a list of sentences that I want you to write in your notebook. Write each of them ten times.  Preferably each in the same sitting.  Got it?” The doctor handed him a list.

“A punishment?”

“Only if you look at it that way.  Think of it as you are doing it to help Reese.  That may change your perspective.” The therapist stood up.  “Have a good evening, Jensen.”

“Yes, sir.”

__________

“I’m sorry,” Reese leaned away from Danneel, her sobs quieting.

“You are allowed to be emotional.  She hurt your dad.  She made choices that messed up your family.  Sure, you’re older now, but that doesn’t make it any easier.  I promise that you can come to me with this stuff.  And I will NEVER hurt your dad like that.”

“Promise me you won’t tell him that I get sad?”

“I’m not going to lie.  If he asks, I have to tell him.  Lies can destroy families.  We can’t have that again.”

“I understand.  I need to get back to my homework now.  Thanks, Dee.”

When Jensen called Danneel that night, he asked how Reese had been doing.  She answered that the day had been rough.  

“I’m sorry.  I wish I could be there and not put this all on you.”

“She trusts me, it’s okay.  We’re good, Jay.  I love her, and I love you.  If I can help, then I will.”

“You’re amazing.  Thank you, Dee.”

“I know.” She giggled, elevating herself.

“Haha, very funny.  I’ll be home in a few hours.”

“See you soon, babe.”

________

On the plane, Jensen wrote some of his sentences.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

“What’s that?” Jared looked over at the notebook.

“The doc gave me homework. I thought I was done with homework when I left high school,” Jensen laughed.

“It’s for your own good,” Jared supported.

“I know. I’m writing these things as if it’s true, and it’s not.” Jensen showed Jared the page.

“But if you keep telling yourself that it will be a certain way, it will. It’s a paradigm shift. You’ll get there. Don’t give up yet. You just started. How many do you have to do?”

“Ten per sentence. There are four I’m supposed to copy. This is just the first one. It’s not that many, actually. Just takes a while.”

“It’s not ‘cause you’re in trouble. That’s why it’s not that many. Just enough to get you thinking.”

I am a good father. I am confident in my ability to parent Reese.

—————

One Year Later:

“How come I didn’t notice his scars before, Dee? I could have helped him or-“

“Stop. This is why he didn’t tell you. Jensen didn’t want you to blame yourself.  I know it’s a lot. It’s not your fault. Say it. It’s not my fault.”

“But-“

“Nope.”

“It’s not my fault.”

“Thank you.”

“But it feels like it is,” Reese sighed.

“I can imagine. It’s a common thing for kids to blame themselves for stuff they have no control over. That’s normal.”

“Oh.  Do you know what happened to my mom?”

“That is a question for your father,” Danneel squirmed in her seat.  

“Dee?” Reese turned to face her step-mom.  “My grandparents kicked her out, and I didn’t ever see them again.  Did she go back there, and that’s why I never saw them?”

“Talk to your dad,” Danneel answered.  “I’m here, but that is something he needs to tell you.” 

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Whumptober 2020 Day 19 (Prompt: Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor’s Guilt)

Fandom: BNHA (This is an AU for my Next Gen...AU...😬)

Characters: Hitoshi Midoriya (OC), Mitsuko Midoriya kinda, she’s dead (OC), Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Katsuki Bakugo, Saisho Kirishima (OC), Eijiro Kirishima mentioned, also dead, Kayda Todoroki (OC), Hisao Todoroki (OC), Akio Todoroki haha...you guessed it (OC)

Word Count: 4582

A/N: This may be a mistake since y’all don’t know these characters yet but it just fits all the criteria for today’s prompt and I just couldn’t pass it up. Umm so I wrote this in the car when I couldn’t sleep on a road trip from 2 am to 9 am. I never acctually planned on posting it anywhere, so...idek what I’m trying to say. It’s the darkest thing I had written at that point (and imo, still is my darkest piece) so...yeah. Buckle up, it’s a sad one also please note canon Hitoshi is not this mean

TW: swearing, dissociation, suicidal ideation, child whump (Hitoshi is 13/14), survivor’s guilt (obvi), grief (obvi), family member death, past death of minor (Mitsuko - age 17), emotional detatchment, blood, ptsd flashback (nightmare), panic attack mention, vomiting mention, eventually Hitoshi has a well deserved emotional breakdown

The pencil spun around Hitoshi's knuckles in sync with the second hand of the clock. He stared at it, waiting for it to hypnotize him so that he didn't have to be there for the rest of his session. It wasn't anything personal, his therapist was fine. Today was just a bad day. Not that his days were ever good, but today was a particularly bad one. One where he felt like running out into traffic, just to see what would happen.

"Hitoshi?"

His voice seemed so far away in his dissociative state. It was nice, kind of comforting actually. More so than the unbearable ringing that would occur sometimes when someone spoke to him. The accident fucked his hearing, that's what the doctors said. The accident fucked a lot of things.

56, 57, 58, 59, 4:00

Hitoshi snapped into action, catching his pencil in his hand and slipping it into his bag as he lobbed it over his shoulder.

"Who's coming to get you today, Hitoshi?"

"My dad." He responded with a grumble, not that it was any of his business.

"Okay. Is he here, or would you like me to wait with you?"

Hitoshi shrugged his shoulders, biting back a sarcastic remark as he turned the door handle to exit his therapist's office and enter the hallway. He knew the way back to the waiting room all too well by now: a left, then two rights, down the elevator, and straight down the hall. Hitoshi heard muffled sobbing as he passed one of the doors, sparing it a glance before continuing. He wondered what her problem was. He was a little bit envious, for whatever it was, at least she could express how she was feeling. Hitoshi never felt anything but anger. Sometimes he never felt anything at all.

He made a beeline for the stairway, not too keen on sitting in another silent room with his therapist.

"Getting your steps in today?"

Hitoshi rolled his eyes as he swung himself around the flat bit of the stairwell. Their session was over, couldn't this guy shut up?

He arrived at the waiting room soon enough, tucking his thumbs into his backpack straps as he scanned the room for his dad. Not here yet.

"Not here yet?"

"No, dingbat. Do you see him?"

"Hm. I've got some time before my next appointment. I can stick around for a while."

"Fuuuck me."

"Hey! Sorry, I went to the bathroom." Hitoshi turned towards the cheery voice he knew so well, a small sigh of relief escaping his lungs. "Hey, kiddo-" Izuku placed his hands on Hitoshi's shoulders, faltering as he moved and shoved the front door open. "Hey, hold on!" He called after his son, and Hitoshi did slow down, but he didn't stop. He left the building, then walked a few steps down the sidewalk, perching himself on the ledge of the window sill, his back to the building.

"Uhh…" Izuku sighed, "bad day?"

The therapist gave a vague shrug and Izuku frowned.

"What did he say? Did something happen at school? Did I do something? His mom?"

The therapist smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Midoriya. You should talk to your son."

Izuku bit down on his lip. "Please, just…tell me something. Anything." The words begged to escape his throat, but he swallowed them down and nodded. He understood doctor-patient confidentiality, but that didn't make it any less frustrating.

He bid Hitoshi's therapist goodbye, then joined his son on the sidewalk.

"Hey, kiddo." Izuku's voice sounded far away too, and Hitoshi wasn't sure if he wanted it to this time. He continued to stare at the curb of the sidewalk, the whizzing of tires lulling him off into another dissociative state. His father's voice was muffled and he didn't remember the walk from the sidewalk to the car.

"What's wrong, Hito?" Izuku turned to him, and he couldn't will himself to look away from the dashboard. 

He didn't know what was wrong. Nothing, nothing was really wrong, but everything was wrong at the same time. He felt so fucking numb but ached all over at the same time. It was exhausting, he just wanted everything to stop. He wanted everyone to stop trying to fix him; he couldn't be fixed.

Hitoshi took a deep breath, willing all of his effort to move his tongue. "Nothing, I'm just tired." it was silent in the car, nobody moved and a wave of guilt washed over Hitoshi, though he wasn't sure what for.

"Survivor's guilt is a common occurrence. It won't be unusual for Hitoshi to feel as though he did something wrong for surviving the crash. Getting him into therapy sessions now is probably the best course of action."

"Can we go home now?" Hitoshi inhaled again as he reached for his seatbelt, jerking it over his body and clicking it into the buckle.

His dad put the car into drive and Hitoshi rested his head on the window.

"You wanna get some ice cream?" Izuku asked. Hitoshi shrugged and ten minutes later he had a chocolate ice cream cone in his hand. He had grown to hate the taste, but he ate it anyway because it made Izuku feel better. 

It still felt wrong not to pass any napkins to Mitsuko to get it out of her hair.

Izuku flipped on the lights to his apartment; the "bachelor pad" as he called it. He had turned Hitoshi on to the idea of a man den when he was ten. They both knew this wasn't what he meant.

"Do you wanna-"

"I've got homework," Hitoshi said, heading straight to his room and shutting the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and told himself that he didn't care enough to put them away, but the way they were scattered across the floor was a little too much like her, so he picked them up and lined them up against the wall.

He fell back onto his bed, exhaling deeply as he stared up at the popcorn ceiling. His room here wasn't too bad, it was a decent size and his dad even bought him a desk and helped him decorate it with figurines and pictures. He put the pictures away though, they made him feel uneasy. 

"Hey," There was a short knock at the door and it slowly creaked open. Izuku stuck his head inside. "I know you want to be alone right now, but keep the door open, yeah? Just a crack, okay?"

Hitoshi sat up a bit and nodded at his dad, who gave him a weak smile in return.

"Okay. Thank you." He said, and Hitoshi appreciated that he didn't pry, even though he knew his father was worried. "Uh, is there anything you want for dinner?"

Hitoshi shrugged and Izuku sighed.

"Okay. Think about it and let me know, okay?"

Hitoshi nodded a little, knowing he wasn't going to decide on anything. He really didn't care.

"Okay. I'll leave you alone now. I love you," Izuku said and Hitoshi gave him a small smile, then he left, pulling the door closed with about an inch to spare.

Hitoshi let his head fall back onto the bed, exhaling in a puff as another wave of guilt crashed over him. He always saw the look in his father's eyes. 

"Please give me something. Anything."

But he couldn't, no matter how badly he wanted to. He didn't even know what to say. His dad had always been emotional, he wondered how many nights he spent crying because Hitoshi couldn't even manage an "I love you."

He wanted to cry. He couldn't really remember what crying felt like, but he knew he used to feel better after he did. Now, he just felt bad all the time. He was tired of it.

Hitoshi flipped over onto his stomach, trapping his pillow between his arms and his face as his eyes fell on his bag. He had homework, but he couldn't convince himself to do it. The mere thought of it was exhausting and Hitoshi turned his head the other way, towards the wall. 

The blood coated his fingers like syrup, making an awful squelching sound as it mixed with his tears. He applied pressure, he heard that somewhere, a tv show, he thinks. It was supposed to make the bleeding better or something, but it kept leaking and it soaked into his jeans and shirt and skin. He must not have been doing it right, maybe he was pressing too hard because Mitsuko kept gasping for air. Maybe he was choking her. 

She turned to him and took in a shaky breath, eyes wide and bloodshot and she whispered in a spine chilling voice, "Help me, Hito."

Hitoshi gasped and in the moment of fear, loosened his grip on Mitsuko's neck. She screamed as the ground caved in, swallowing her whole, and Hitoshi couldn't do anything but scream her name as he reached in after her.

Hitoshi opened his eyes and lifted his head from his pillow, blinking a few times before looking around the room. He sighed, realizing it had been a dream. He wasn't sure which reality he would rather be in.

The faint smell of food caused him to sit up fully, and he looked at his nightstand to see a plate of pizza waiting for him. His dad had to eat alone again. Dick move, Hitoshi.

He rubbed his eyes as they fell on the window, the sun had already set. How long had he slept for? Hitoshi yawned and swung his legs over the side of his bed, taking a second before standing up and opening his door. He went to the living room, a short walk in the small apartment. His dad turned his head from the tv as Hitoshi stepped into the room, greeting him with a small smile. 

"Hey. I don't know if you saw, but I left you some pizza. But if you don't want that then I can see what else I can make you."

Hitoshi shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It's fine." He whispered, and if you weren't listening for it you wouldn't have heard it. 

"Okay. Mom called. I told her you were sleeping. You want me to call her back?"

Hitoshi shook his head and Izuku tilted his head to the side.

"Sweetie, you should call your mom." He said, prompting a sigh and a bit of an eye-roll from his son. He nodded in the end, though, so Izuku counted that as a victory.

"Later."

"Not too late. She probably has a shift in the morning, she'll be going to bed soon."

Hitoshi didn't respond to that. Instead, he walked around the couch and sat down next to his father. "What are you watching?" He asked, and Izuku was thrilled to be getting this many words out of him.

"I don't know. The news. Nothing special."

"Pro Heroes Ground Zero and Chargebolt work together in EPIC villain take down!" Izuku cleared his throat, switching the tv off before standing abruptly.

"Alright, it's late. Call your mom and get ready for bed, okay?" Izuku ruffled his hair and planted a kiss on his head. "Goodnight, I love you." He said, then went to his room.

Hitoshi stared straight ahead at the switched-off tv. He should get to bed soon so his dad's sleep didn't suffer. Izuku always waited until Hitoshi had gone to bed before actually sleeping himself. He sighed, staring at the phone on the coffee table. He didn't want to call his mom; calling his mother actually involved talking, and she was much more thorough than his father was. He didn't want to deal with that today. Still, if he didn't call her then it'd be his father who suffered and Hitoshi didn't want that.

She picked up on the third ring.

"What, Izuku?"

"Mom." Hitoshi said, leaning into the phone as it rested on his palm.

"Oh, hi honey. What are you doing on Dad's phone?"

Hitoshi shrugged, sighing in frustration as he realized she couldn't see him. "It was closer than mine."

His mother laughed. "Lazy butt. How was your day?"

"Fine."

"How was your meeting with your therapist?"

"Fine."

"Okay…how's Daddy?"

Hitoshi sighed as he looked over the top of the couch to his dad's room, door open and light on. "I'm slowly killing him."

"Fine."

"Okay, can you give me more than that, please? I miss you. Pretty please?"

Again, Hitoshi sighed. "He's okay. We got ice cream."

"Oooh what's the occasion?"

"He's sad that I won't speak to him." "Just…guys being dudes."

Ochako laughed, which provided some type of relief, even if it was only temporary. "Alright, did you guys get your homework done?"

"Yeah," He lied. He didn't want his dad to get reprimanded for his own destructive tendencies.

"Did you have a lot?"

"Not really."

"Any you struggled with?"

Hitoshi cursed silently, looking for a bullshit answer. "Algebra." Mitsuko was good at algebra.

"Oh, ummm, well did you two get it? If not you could snap a pic and send it to me and I can help. Or you could ask Kayda, I'm sure she'd love to help you."

"We figured it out."

"Of course you did, you're so smart." There was a pause when Hitoshi didn't respond. "Your dad is pretty good at algebra, huh?"

Hitoshi sighed. "Yeah." That's where Mitsuko got it. 

"Okay, well it's getting late. As much I know you love talking to me, you need to get your rest."

"Okay."

"Okay. I love you, bubba. Goodnight."

"Night." He said and hung up the phone, letting it sit idly in his lap before he moved. He went to his father's room and peeked inside to see the bathroom door closed. He must have been showering. Hitoshi left his phone on his bed, then went back to his own bedroom. He laid down on his bed, not bothering to get under the covers, figuring he'd just get up and shower when he'd inevitably wake up again in two hours. Everything felt heavy, especially his eyelids, and he let them fall closed as he drifted off into the night.

✱✱✱

Hitoshi kicked at the ground as his hands gripped the sides of the chair. His cousin sat in the one next to him, resting her chin on her hand.

"He doesn't need whatever the hell this is, Katsuki-"

"I don't have anything to do with this, don't start with me."

Hitoshi sighed and bent down to pick up his backpack just as Katsuki and his mom burst through the door to the principal's office. His mom rushed over to him, cupping his face in her hands and repeatedly asking if he was injured. Hitoshi pushed her off and started towards the door, scoffing when Ochako blocked his path.

"Hitoshi, what happened?"

The brunette glanced at his cousin who rolled her eyes as she picked up her bag. "Nothing."

"Obviously, it's not nothing if you're both here-"

"Okay, would you shut up and let me parent my own kid?" Katsuki spat, and Ochako scoffed.

"You're not doing a very good job-"

"Mom," Hitoshi whined. Nothing good was going to come from this.

"Saisho, what the hell happened?" Katsuki asked and the girl rolled her eyes. "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, do you know how many strings I had to pull to come get you?"

"Oh, yeah. 'Cause it's my fault, right? It's always my fault." She pushed past her dad, ignoring his angry shouts and walked out of the door. Hitoshi slipped around his mother, following Saisho's lead. He just wanted to go home.

"This is the third call I've gotten this month. Saisho, whatever the hell this is, you need to get it together because I'm sick of it."

"What do you think, I like you coming to my school and screaming at me in the halls?!" Saisho whipped around and shouted right back at her father, a few spikes growing on her arms. "Yeah, it's the highlight of my freaking week!"

"Watch your mouth!" Katsuki scolded her but she was ready to fire back with more sarcasm.

"It wasn't her fault, she had a panic attack!" Hitoshi shouted over them, grabbing both of their attention as well as his mother's. Quieter, he continued, "They pick on her, they wouldn't leave her alone. So I stepped in and then her quirk was all…you know and then…"

"What…is this true?" Katsuki turned to Saisho, who's breathing had picked up as she stared at Hitoshi. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you don't listen! It doesn't matter."

"Of course, it matters. How could you even think that? You're supposed to tell me stuff like this-"

"She was just scared-" Hitoshi started, but was quickly stopped by a wry cry.

"Oh my GOD!" Saisho wrung her fingers through her hair, pulling at her scalp in frustration. She turned to Hitoshi, "Would you FUCK OFF?! Stop fighting my battles for me!"

"Hey!" Ochako stepped up next to Hitoshi, offended for her son who simply sighed and cast his gaze to the floor.

"Hey! Not okay!" Katsuki grabbed onto her wrist and she growled, yanking it away with all her might but still not able to get free.

"LET GO! Don't touch me! Stop!" She cried, clawing at Katsuki's hand. "Ugh! None of this would be happening if Dad was here!" She yelled, and that was enough for Katsuki to loosen his grip in shock. Saisho immediately ripped her hand away, stumbling backward in a fit of tears.

"I'm here! I'm here, sorry I'm late!" Izuku threw open the double doors, slowing down at the sight in front of him. "What…what's going on?"

Saisho let out one more frustrated sob and stomped forward, shoving past Izuku to the parking lot. 

Izuku gave Katsuki a look, which he ignored and started after his daughter. Izuku grabbed him by the arm before he could get passed. "Hey-"

"Don't touch me!" Katsuki yanked his arm away, whipping around to face Izuku. "You're not the only one who lost someone in that accident, you know?! And that's what it was, an accident! It was an ACCIDENT! I'm sorry! You know I'm sorry! And you can punish me all you want, but don't you fucking drag her into it because she lost a parent!" He pointed out at the parking lot, tears welling up in his eyes and Hitoshi realized this was the first time he'd actually seen his uncle cry.

Izuku didn't stop him from leaving after that, and the broken family watched the blond storm out of the school.

"Okay…what the heck did I miss?" Izuku held his arms out to his sides as he approached his son and ex wife. 

"More like why the hell did you miss? Izuku, where were you? I know they called you after they called me." Ochako stepped towards him, arms crossed over her chest. 

"I was working-"

"So was I."

"I was all the way across town!"

"What happened to your super speed, Mr. Full Cowling?" 

"Okay, I'm not doing this with you right now. Hitoshi-"

"No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to dodge my questions like they aren't important."

"I am trying to check on our son!"

"He's fine! I already checked, because I was here."

"Well I am here now and I would still like to know what happened."

"He was in a fight!"

"You were in a fight?!" Izuku echoed, turning to Hitoshi with a shocked look on his face.

Hitoshi raised his eyebrows and his mouth dropped open in surprise. "What?! No, it wasn't a fight-" He started, but was interrupted by his mother before he could finish. 

"Maybe you could have done something to prevent it if you actually talked to him."

Izuku recoiled, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth morphing into a scowl. "I do talk to him."

"Oh yeah? What do you talk about?"

"We…Ochako, this isn't fair-"

"You want to know what isn't fair? What isn't fair is that I'm stuck being his mom after you decided to be his friend! Let me guess what you had for dinner last night: whatever he wanted?"

Izuku frowned. "Actually, we had pizza."

"Oh, pizza! Even better!"

Hitoshi shut his eyes, scrunching his nose up as they continued to bicker. He was sure the classrooms down the hall could hear, and he didn't need to add anything else to his souring reputation. "You guys, can we please go home-"

"Shush!"

"Not now!"

This was how they'd been since the funeral. They argued constantly; over why the dishes weren't done (Mitsuko always did them), about who's turn it was to buy groceries (Mitsuko did most of the shopping), about whether they were going to keep Mitsuko's door open or closed.

The last one didn't last long because Izuku moved out a few months after. He wanted her door closed, but now Ochako could keep it open. 

They argued over Hitoshi a lot too, and he remembered when he first saw the headlines: "Pro Heroes Deku and Uravity Messy Divorce After Loss of Child!"

He threw up after reading it.

Things were better after they separated. Well, not better, but at least they weren't fighting all the time. They had gotten better at communicating, but he still hated being in the same room with both of them at a time. It was times like these where he wished his sister was still here, or at least that Saisho didn't hate him. 

He guessed this was the type of stuff he was supposed to tell his therapist. But how was he supposed to say it when it felt like talking about her was forbidden? Her name was like a lit match, waiting to be dropped on a stick of dynamite embedded deep inside of the Earth's core, ready to blow his world to pieces. He lost himself in these thoughts, spiraling down and down and down until he'd forgotten what reality he was in.

His dissociation was dangerous because he would sometimes wander without realizing it until someone woke him up. This time, it was Hisao.

Hitoshi blinked as Hisao shook his shoulder, staring at him with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay? Here, come in." He ushered and Hitoshi listened realizing his clothes were damp. He must have walked there in the rain.

"KAYDAAA!" Hisao shouted, and from the annoyed look on his face it didn't seem like it was the first time. "I don't know where she is. Damn, I've got a thing to go to, I just stopped by to pick up some tools. Here, uh-" He flipped the switch to the fireplace and it lit up. "I'll go get you some dry clothes."

"What do you want?" Kayda came down the stairs, her irritated expression faltering as she laid eyes on Hitoshi. "Hito-chan…what…?" She started and looked to Hisao who shrugged, bounding up the stairs to get clothes for Hitoshi.

Kayda finished down the stairs and jogged over to Hitoshi, who was shivering now. "What are you doing here?"

Hitoshi shrugged. "I don't know." He truly didn't.

She frowned and grabbed a blanket from the couch, wrapping it around his shoulders.

"Mom and dad were fighting." He mumbled and her shoulders slumped. He felt bad for unloading onto her like this. Mitsuko was her best friend after all. 

"Okay! They're gonna be pretty big, but it's better than what you're wearing, so," Hisao appeared next to them, handing Kayda the dry clothes. "I'm late to meet with Jisoo, so are you guys okay? Should I…?"

Kayda shook her head. "Go on, we'll be fine."

Hisao muttered a quiet "kay" and quickly left the house, leaving Kayda and Hitoshi alone. 

"Here, why don't we get you changed?" Kayda helped him stand and led him to the bathroom, handing him the clothes before he closed the door.

About fifteen minutes later, he was curled up on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate. 

"You know," Kayda sighed, picking at the blankets they were curled up with, "When Akio died…I wanted to die too. Well, not literally. I just couldn't…grasp the concept of living in a world where he didn't exist. I was so mad at him for…leaving me behind."

Hitoshi stared down into his cup. "It's not the same."

Kayda looked at him, then swallowed and nodded, sniffling. "I know."

Now he made her cry. When was this ever going to get any easier?

"I guess what I mean is," She sighed once more, allowing her hands to fall into her lap, "I've lost two important people within the last couple of years. So if you ever need someone to talk to…"

Hitoshi nodded. Kayda was nice, she had always been nice to him. But if he couldn't talk to his therapist, someone who his parents were paying to listen, how was he supposed to talk to his dead sister's best friend?

"Why didn't I wake up sooner?" Well,he's done it. Kayda raised an eyebrow and he, somehow, continued, "If I had…" He stopped, an involuntary sob bobbing in his throat, "She was just…lying there. She was all alone." He whimpered and his vision went blurry before he felt a warm wetness on his cheeks. "If I had…if I had woken up…s-sooner-" He coughed in his own tears, bringing a hand up to cover his face.

It had been a long time since he cried, and now that it was finally happening he didn't like it. His face was hot, and his head felt like it was going to explode from the sheer effort he was putting in to keep his tears from falling. Effort that didn't matter, because they were falling anyway, like a dam that had been patched up with gum, water spurting out of every crack, every crevice it could find. And to top it all off there was this sharp pain in his chest and he couldn't stop his lungs from seizing as he gasped for air, choking on his sobs and coughing when he couldn't get enough of it.

Warm arms restricted his shaking and he pressed his head into Kayda's chest, her hug providing some sense of security as he cried until his eyes swelled. Mitsuko would have made fun of him for this, and the thought only made him cry harder, pleading to some sentient being for the past year to have been a nightmare. Unfortunately for Hitoshi, said sentient being must not exist, because his desperate prayers went unheard. 

She whispered little reassurances, and though he didn't believe them, they made him feel a little bit better. His breathing slowed and his cheeks dried, though his head still pounded like a drum. He would have fallen asleep if he hadn't pulled away, hiccuping as he wiped at his eye.

"I should tell my parents where I am." He mumbled, taking out his phone and struggling to type in the pass code with his shaky hand.

"They don't know?" Kayda inquired, to which Hitoshi shook his head. He hadn't told him he was leaving, and they had been too caught up in their argument to notice. 

He shot them a text, nothing fancy or anything more than an address. He didn't want to talk to them. He was tired. 

But he did feel better. Even if it was just a little bit.

[linderu]

To Become a Legend 2/?

characters: wraith, bloodhound pairing: gen series: apex legends ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21590974/chapters/51523264

tw: ptsd, panic attacks, needles

“When you are to be injured, you will have to plunge one of these into your flesh.” Bloodhound revealed a series of different size syringes to Wraith, who was watching intently. “If the gods have it, you will find these scattered around the arena along with other loot. They will heal you.”

“Okay... “ she reached over to pick up the smallest of the syringes, turning it in her hands with muted curiosity. “It looks like they have different purposes. I’m guessing this one’s used for smaller wounds.”

“That would be correct.” Bloodhound set the other two sizes in front of her, and began pointing to them in order as they explained their use. “That small one you are holding is used for minor injuries. It is the fastest to use. This larger one is a proper med kit-- it will completely heal all of your wounds. And this one--”

They picked up the last one. It was shaped different from the other two, and its size was comparable to the smaller syringe.

“This is used for revival. You cannot hesitate with this one. It is slow to use.” The hunter began placing the syringes back into their corresponding packs. Wraith made a mental note of what each one looked like. “We are given these to revive our fallen squad. You need not find them yourself on the battlefield.”

“Got it. Sounds easy enough to remember.”

“... I will mention,” they started slowly, raising their head to look Wraith in the eye, “that there exists such a thing as self-revival.”

Wraith fell silent, wondering what that would entail.

“You can use one of these… to revive yourself when you are down.” She watched as Bloodhound unwrapped the last syringe. “It is the most difficult. You will not have the strength to do so without the golden knockdown shield. And…”

With the syringe still capped, they leveled the tip at Wraith’s chest and pressed lightly into the fabric of her uniform, pinpointing exactly where her heart was. Anxiety quietly crept up on her as she stared at the needle, realizing the implications of their actions.

“It goes straight into the heart.”

“Correct. Just as a normal revival would for your teammates.” Bloodhound pulled the syringe away and stored it with the others. “It is much easier to pierce another in the chest. But when it comes to one’s self, it is… quite the task.”

“I think I can manage it.” The words left her mouth quietly, meant more to convince herself than Bloodhound. “I’ll have no other choice.”

“Well, I think that is all for today. You have been a good listener.” Though she couldn’t see through their mask, there was the hint of a smile in their voice. With their backpack in one hand, they extended the other towards her in a friendly gesture. “Much better than most. I look forward to meeting you on the battlefield, as a friend or foe.”

Wraith hesitated, before meeting their hand with her own. Bloodhound shook it warmly.

“There is more equipment here on the training grounds. As well as dummies to practice with. If you have not already, I suggest you take time there and learn. The Allfather provides many things for us, but we cannot rely on the gods for everything. There are things we must do on our own.”

“That’s some good advice.” As mysterious and intimidating as she knew Bloodhound could be, when you spoke with them one on one, they turned out to be pretty respectful. It put her at ease. “I’ll take it. Thank you... it would have been hard to figure most of this out on my own.”

“Good luck.” They began to depart. “Farewell.”

Wraith directed her gaze to her surroundings, scanning over the training grounds. With her newfound knowledge, there was a lot she had left to work on before the Apex Games began. As she panned over the medicinal supplies, her eyes caught on one of the revives.

She walked over to pick it up. Though she had been suppressing as much as possible while talking to Bloodhound, she couldn’t help the memories of the IMC detention facility hitting her now as she handled the needle, staring at the capped tip.

First, she recalled Bloodhound pressing it to her chest. She mimicked that action now, holding it directly over her heart with both hands. Raising her arms slowly, she braced herself, steadying her grip on the syringe. She paused, hesitating.

It was still capped. This wouldn’t truly be injecting it, she just wanted to practice the motion.  It’s fine,  she thought.  This is fine.

And she swung.

Right before the tip touched her chest, she stopped her movement abruptly, letting out a gasp and falling to her knees. The needle dropped to the ground, and she clutched her temples, doubling over. Though she was staring at the ground she didn’t actually  see  anything in front of her.

What she did see was a blank, white room, lit dimly. The strapped chair. That horrible man in nursing wear looming over her, leering, a large syringe in hand. He came closer to her. Threatened her. Laughed smugly. The needle pierced the skin of her neck--

Her mind flashed to another scene. There were more doctors. More needles. She was strapped to the same chair, in the same blank room. She had gone through this before. The needles were for her eyes.  Please, no, leave me alone, go away, PLEASE--

It’s not real. It’s going to be okay.

The voice abruptly shook Wraith from her memories, and as she became aware of her surroundings, her screaming stopped. She clenched her fists, the ground beneath her coming into view. Tears pricked her eyes. Her heart was racing, and she felt a horrible pressure in her chest.

She stayed like that for a long moment, steadying her breathing.

Get up. Go somewhere quiet. It’s going to be okay.

She knew the voice was right. She struggled to move, eventually coming to a stand. Wraith began walking towards the exit, forcing her tears to stop. If she was going to cry, she had to get out of the public’s eye first. Making a scene was the worst thing she could do for herself.

“Hey…” she called out, her voice quivering. “If you’re still there… I can’t…”

You can.

“...”

You’re strong.

“...”

Don’t give up.

“... Okay.”

She said nothing else, knowing her time with the voices was limited. Instead, she decided to take the encouragement.

[purfectmlpblog]

...alright fuq it lemme explain my thoughts about the finale spoilers lol

Don’t worry, I WILL be posting this under a read-more so PLEASE turn away and ignore this now (especially with some “spoiler” tags on if you use ‘em) if you don’t want to be spoiled for the finale until it officially airs. I just can’t contain my thoughts no more after ponderin’ them and who knows when it’ll officially air in English (’cause slow schedules can be a pain to deal with lol) sooooo... yeah you’ve been warned xp 

...Ooooh boi, well admittedly I kinda skimmed through what the whole plot was about behind the last three episodes (I was moreso focused on all the stuff happening for “The Last Problem” so lol), but I’ll try to keep it brief for the most part:

-So... that whole thing about Grogar being the last “big bad” was just a total lie... since apparently it was just Discord masking himself as the guy just to give Twilight one last battle to face? ...Ehhh, I get that he apparently had “good intentions” but this just seems to be pushing it too far even for Discord’s standards tbh... like these are his friends now (including Fluttershy, his best friend) so why would he allow this much risk to be thrown at them for the sake of just teaching them a valuable lesson about overcoming obstacles? ._. Then again, this IS Discord we’re talking about so him pulling some shady stuff like this is to be expected, I guess? Idk...

-As another twist to the trio of bad guys... NONE of them get redeemed at the end (not even Cozy Glow... who again, is nothing more than a whiny child compared to Chrysalis and Tirek :P), as they all pretty much get blasted with the same stone spell that Discord was under for what I can presume to be forever. I mean... had Sombra been placed in Cozy Glow’s position then I guess I’d be a bit more satisfied with this kind of ending for them instead of feeling questionable about it (’cause again, Cozy’s young age ^^;)... but at the same time, for what it is it’s at least a refreshing change of pace from just having them all instantly forgiven and befriended by all the main heroes. Now that would’ve been cringey... >_<

-We got a reaaally big group of cameos from many past ponies/other creatures from the show to aid in the final battle, including Sunset and a few of the MLP movie characters like Tempest, Capper and Skystar! o.o A shame that Captain Celaeno couldn’t have been added along with them but still, pretty cool to see that particular trio regardless along with my girl Sunset ❤️ about time the main show acknowledged her importance to Twilight -.-

-Moving onto the big finale itself, “The Last Problem”, we cut ahead to I presume to be a couple decades or so since the last episode... where Twilight and her friends are all grown up and leading their own lives as Twilight’s pupil (Luster Dawn, was it?) comes to prepare herself for her own first friendship lesson. Surprisingly, unlike past finales it’s not so much a really heavy or action-packed episode but more of a “relaxing breather” kinda filler... yet still pushes the feels the more we get to see the aged-up cast and realize how this truly is the end for our heroes :(

-We’re also given a nice flashback to Twilight’s coronation as Equestria’s new leader, though it didn’t go according to plan it still provided some heartwarming feels to teach that friendships will always remain solid even if some end up moving far away. Awww ;w;.

-As for the “Grown up” designs themselves... I’m kinda torn, tbh lol

On one hand, I do like Rainbow’s, Fluttershy’s, and AJ’s older looks just fine. AJ’s especially gives me the feels looking at it ‘cause of the shawl... really hits in that poor Granny Smith is no longer around by this time :( at least she’ll always keep her memory strong in her heart ❤️

As for Twilight, Rarity, Spike and Pinkie... ehhhh ^^;. Rarity’s sparkly shawl is rather pretty though that big grey steak in her hair kinda clashes too much with the regular purple imo, Pinkie’s beehive look could’ve been fine if they just took out all that random junk in her hair, and while part of me kinda likes the “ethereal princess-y” vibes of Twilight (despite the rather dark implications that she’s gonna outlive her friends now ;-;)... the fact that she still sounds like her old dorky self when speaking kinda kills the effect for me... plus idk if only a couple decades in the future would be enough to make her this tall as an alicorn, I mean even Luna (who’s older than her) is alot shorter so it’s just a little off-putting to me to see her so “Celestia”-sized ^^;. And as for Spike... yeah, I don’t even know what’s going on there, so... let’s just move on, please lol.

So then we get to look over how everyone else in Ponyville’s doing, with so many new species living there now, some old kiddos grew up like the CMC and the Cake twins, Starlight and her friends (plus the Student 6) continuing to run the friendship school together, and apparently some canon couples started to thrive during this time too including Lyra and Bon Bon, Big Mac and Sugar Belle, and... Pinkie and Cheese? o.o 

...Um, wow lol Wasn’t really expecting that considering that most of Cheese and Pinkie’s previous screentime together (which was only in like, two episodes?) wasn’t really that romantic from what I can recall, but guess the writers decided to just throw it in anyway ‘cause it’s a popular ship? lol I mean, not like it’s a bad one or anything but it still feels a bit randomly-placed in a narrative sense imo ^^;

Speaking of their daughter (Lil Cheese, I think?), while I do think she’s cute, part of me is kinda disappointed that they didn’t really get more creative with her design like they’ve done for Flurry Heart and the Cake twins :c. Color-wise she looks okay but... why just make her a recolor of her mom’s filly design? .-. Even putting her hair in some pigtails or something would’ve worked better imo.

-Some more design nitpicks I had were certain weirdly placed hairstyles like Pumpkin Cake’s and Diamond Tiara’s, as well as why Gummy the alligator just looks like he resized into a giant than legitimately grew into an adult lol. Also this might also be nitpicky but why exactly is everyone (minus Twilight) so old-looking with grayed hair and/or eye bags (ex. Rarity and Sugar Belle), when a couple of them have school-aged children at this point? .-. Hell, even most of the Mane 6′s parents didn’t look this old (including Twilight’s, and they’ve got a granddaughter lol), so I’m kinda confused by this type of design choice tbh.

-I don’t really remember if they explicitly stated what happened to the old princesses during this time since they didn’t show up again, nor what the final fates of Shining Armor and Cadence were (save for a brief shot of Flurry Heart having her own stain-glass window in the throne room). Idk, just would’ve been nice to have gotten more explicit about that ‘cause I don’t wanna think of these poor royals being gone now with just Twilight being the leader now ;-; 

-I guess there was also a couple “implied” ships thrown in too like Fluttershy and Discord (though that one might be more “loose” to interpret, depending on how much you like the ship) and apparently AJ and Rainbow Dash seem to be having something “deeper” going on considering they specifically walked in together when all the other Mane 6 walked in individually into the throne room. Hmmm...?

-And lastly after a bit more filler and than a montage song of the Mane 6 harmonizing together one last time, we get to close off the entire episode, season, and series with one final shot of the heroes standing on a sunset-y hillside together, saying goodbye to Twilight’s student who goes off on her own friendship adventures... and then the screen fades to a book closing as a call back to the very first episode of the series over 9 years ago... where the exact same book opened up to start off our beloved show to begin with T-T

....aaaand yeah my feels exploded over again, sorry T-T. Despite the lil nitpicks I had here and there (and how I wish certain plot holes could’ve been handled better in hindsight), this was still a really sweet and thoughtful way to end MLP: FiM with one last batch of fluff like this... the end of a good 9-year run of the show which’ll surely leave a special place in every fan’s hearts, including mine ❤️

Though again, like I mentioned before I still won’t be considering any of this actually “canon” in the main universe I’m setting up, which is all basically an AU at this point since I haven’t really been keeping up with the show as frequently to care much for sticking with the main canon :p. For my fellow content creators, please don’t be afraid to keep working on your own next gens and such btw, even if some of it might be contradicted in this particular finale I’d say anyone is free to make their own interpretations however they want, canon or no canon~ ;p

  Hope y’all understand that well and I hope you guys have a great rest of your day! 😃 

[savvysass]

Self-Sacrifice is a Bitch Chapter 5

Ao3

Chapters 1 2 3 4 5

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Sorry this is late! I was slow writing and my beta was busy. Thank you @minkcatus​ again for betaing! Also guys I am now understanding this is going to be REALLY LONG so like... hang in there. I’ll get better as I go along.

*updated tags and rating. I’m combining all the parts into one, and it gets dark as far as death and illness. No major character deaths tho- don’t worry.

Rating:M

Category:Gen

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Chapter: 5/?

Chapter Summary:

“Kid, you’re okay. You’re arm is gone, but you are okay. We are just going to sit here and breathe, and I will take care of everything else. You are okay now.”

Okay… he was okay. The doctor put something in his IV, but he was okay. He tasted metal in his mouth as the drugs entered his system, but he was okay. He felt like his body just turned to lead, but he was okay.

He couldn’t move, and that wasn’t— that wasn’t okay—that wasn’t—

“Peter shhh…It’s fine.” Tony said, and May was running her fingers through his hair. The pain dulled, and he breathed.

He was okay.

Additional Tags: endgame fix it fic, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Whump, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Near Death Experiences, Recovery, Amputation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, probably more than i remember, Sickfic, Major Illness, Blood, Legoland, Kidnapping, Torture, god what else happens everything happen, Seizures, Fainting, Medical Trauma

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Peter didn’t want more medicine— that much he knew. Mr. Stark was right though— it hurt too much. All of this hurt too much. He was tired of being in pain.

He wanted to reach out and hold his hand. He wanted Mr. Stark to squeeze his hand tight and suck out all of the pain in his arm.

When he tried to move it though, nothing happened. Only a sharp agony in his shoulder.

Why won’t his arm move?

He looked down.

His eyes widened as he was greeted with the sight of his shoulder, wrapped in bloody bandages and very much missing what goes underneath.

He was missing his arm.

The beeping in the room started screaming in his ear, but everything was muffled as he looked at his shoulder, the agony spiking as he realized what it was he had felt.

They had been amputating his arm.

His chest felt tight, air coming in short gasps as he tried to grab at his shoulder. This couldn’t be real. He didn’t really lose his arm. That’s crazy. This is crazy.

A gentle hand took his chin. It turned him away from his arm, carefully avoiding the side of his face.

“Pete-Pete, look at me.”

His eyes searched Mr. Stark’s face as he stared down at him, sympathy pouring into his gaze.

“You’re okay, Peter.”

A sob tore through Peter’s throat. 

It wasn’t okay.

He wasn’t okay. 

His arm is gone.

He desperately reached for Mr. Stark’s hand with his other arm-— thank god still attached— and tried to pull him as close as he could. He needed Mr. Stark to fix this. He needed someone — Anyone— to fix this. Panic was making the pain more intense, and he could feel the knife slicing deeper and deeper and deeper—

“Peter, calm down. Cho—”

“Peter, we are going to give you the medicine now,” a woman said, and no please not yet he can’t yet!

“Peter.” It’s May this time, her hands in his hair.

“Relax Peter. Tony and I are right here. Just breathe.”

Breathe. Right. Breathe. He was panicking. He knew this. He just lost his arm and he was panicking. Of course he was panicking because his arm, his arm—

“Kid, look at me.”

His eyes flicked up. Tony was staring at him, the same panic that he was feeling reflected in those tired eyes.

“Kid, you’re okay. You’re arm is gone, but you are okay. We are just going to sit here and breathe, and I will take care of everything else. You are okay now.”

Okay… he was okay. The doctor put something in his IV, but he was okay. He tasted metal in his mouth as the drugs entered his system, but he was okay. He felt like his body just turned to lead, but he was okay.

He couldn’t move, and that wasn’t— that wasn’t okay—that wasn’t—

“Peter shhh…It’s fine.” Tony said, and May was running her fingers through his hair. The pain dulled, and he breathed.

He was okay.

-

Tony held Peter’s hand as the panic in his eyes started to fade. His body was slack, and Tony begged whoever was listening to please let that mean he was in less pain. The kid’s eyes were still open, but he wasn’t talking.

“Cho—”

“We didn’t give him enough to put him under. He probably can’t talk, but he should be able to at least blink. He can definitely feel when you touch him though.”

“Peter baby, can you blink once if that sounds right?” May cooed, and Peter blinked.

“Does it hurt less, baby? Blink once for yes, twice for no.”

One blink.

Tony sighed in relief.

“Is it numb? No pain?”

Two blinks.

He frowned. That was to be expected though. He rubbed his thumb against Peter’s knuckles, the hand limp in his grasp.

“You should talk to him, Tony. Distract him,” Cho said. He nodded softly, tapping Peter’s cheek to get his attention.

“Let’s shoot the breeze, kiddo. Get yourself out of your head, huh?”

Peter breathed deeply as he tried to push through the pain. He looked at him expectantly.

“So… I guess you heard it’s been five years,” Tony said softly.

One blink.

“Well a lot has happened that I’m sure you want to know about. Pepper and I got married— I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you.” Tony chuckled. The kid’s eyes crinkled a little in what he guessed was a tired smile. “The ceremony was small in the end. It just didn’t feel right to make a huge party after what happened.”

Peter blinked up at him rapidly, and Tony could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. It was still wonderful. It was nice actually— Only having a few people. Rhodey was there, Happy. Some of Pepper’s family. It was nice. You and that monkey suit I bought you would have fit in well.”

Peter’s eyes flicked to May, and harshly squeezed before blinking again.

“Me?” May asked quickly, furrowing her brow as she tried to decipher his signals.

Peter closed his eyes slowly then snapped them back open.

“May got dusted, Peter. Is that what you’re asking?” Tony said quietly. Peter blinks once and then looked to her pleadingly.

“Yes baby. I did, but it’s okay. It meant I didn’t have to go a single day without you,” May said soothingly, scratching his scalp. He relaxed into her touch. “Ned did too. He called me to check on you. I told him you were going to be okay. He’s going to come see you when you feel better.”

Peter let out a deep breath of relief. He scrunched his face again though, as if the action pained him. Tony scooted closer.

“I had a kid while you were gone,” he said softly. Peter’s eyes fly open, looking at him in shock before blinking like a mad man.

“Okay, okay, Jeez!” Tony laughed, squeezing his hand. “Her name’s Morgan. She’s 4 now. Looks like me and acts like Pepper.”

Peter’s eyes sparkled despite the exhaustion, joy radiating through them. The kid was happy for him.

“I think you’ll like her. She uh— I’ve mentioned you once or twice, and she always seemed interested in you. I bet she’ll like you too.”

Peter’s eyes softened. Tony didn’t know how to interpret it. He pushed on though.

“She doesn’t give me as many heart attacks as you do, though. The worst trouble she gets into is sneaking sweets before bed,” he chuckled, and Peter rolled his eyes with as much energy as he could.

“I don’t think any kid could give you heart attacks like Peter can,” May teased, and Tony snorted

“Only one kid ever came close to giving me a heart attack like he gives me,” Tony said with a shake of his head, flattening his hand on Peter’s sheets. “At Stark Expo 2010, there was this kid— must have been around six or so— that stood toe to toe with one of Hammer’s drones. Do you remember that incident? It was a PR nightmare.”

Peter eyes widened before forcefully blinking.

“What- what is it kid?” Tony asked as he looked to May. She was smiling.

“Did you come up and save that kid? Telling him ‘nice shot?’” she said with a grin, and Tony frowned.

“How did you—”

“You were right, Peter. He did remember you,” she laughed and Peter breathed out what Tony guessed was a chuckle.

“What do you mean? Kid—” Tony clicked his mouth shut before looking at him incredulously. Peter was beaming.

“Oh for fucks sake— That was you?! You were the kid that scared the shit out of me?!” He breathed out in exasperation. He could picture the shit-eating grin Peter was trying to give him.

This kid was going to be the death of him… if the guilt of almost getting a child Peter murdered didn’t kill him first.

“You know I always thought— ‘God that kid must have driven his parents crazy. What is that kid up to?’ and I guess this is it! You’re out here, saving the universe— giving me all the heart attacks I thought were going to be someone else’s problem!”

May snorted next to him.

“We will both need pacemakers at this rate,” she said breezily. “I know I’m going to need one after this.”

Tony hummed in agreement, but he looked down to see guilt in Peter’s eyes.

“Hey-hey…” he chided, squeezing Peter’s hand. “Don’t worry about us, kid. We’re just glad you’re okay. We’ll get you back in shape in no time. Then you can get back to giving us regular sized heart attacks that comes with being a Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman, okay?”

Peter relaxed and blinked once.

“Good man.”

The next few hours pass easily, with May singing songs and Tony droning on about things that had happened in the past five years. Peter never quite fell asleep, the pain keeping  him up, but did seem to fade in and out every once and awhile. Now, about 12 hours after the battle, Tony could barely see straight as the kid zoned out to the sound of May’s humming. He absently stroked the kid’s hand, staring at the heart monitor with the reassuring and steady beeping.

“Tony.”

The man startled at the sound of Bruce’s voice, Peter blinking at the jump of his hand.

“Shhh… Sorry kiddo. Just relax,” Tony said softly, turning to see Bruce looking at him apologetically.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you. Sorry,” he said quietly, leaning over to fiddle with Peter’s medicine. “How are you doing, Peter? Still hurting?”

One blink.

“That means yes,” Tony said tiredly.

“Okay, well I am going to take a few samples and mix them with the medicine I’m making. If it works, I will come back and give you a dose, okay? You should feel a lot better after I give it to you.”

Peter blinked, exhaustion pooling in his eyes, before looking back to Tony.

“You’ll be okay, kid. All of this will be over before you know it.”

Bruce cleared his throat.

“Tony, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked while motioning to the hall. Tony frowned

“I’ll be right back Peter. You hang tight, okay?” he said tightly. God he didn’t want to leave this kid, especially not in a room like this— sterile and foreign— even with May there. Peter blinked in acknowledgment, and May nodded.

He followed Bruce into the empty hall outside of the room, the brighter lights making him squint. It was quiet without the beeping of the monitors, and exhaustion seeped into Tony’s bones in its absence.

“What’s up?” Tony asked as he dragged his hand down his face. 

“I just—. I wanted to check on you,” Bruce said in a hushed tone. “You came straight from a battle with Thanos into the waiting room, and then immediately into Peter’s hospital room. You haven’t left since. I think you need to take a break.”

Tony scoffed.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll just go home and sleep this off while the kid lies in agony. Great idea, Bruce.”

“Tony, listen to me,” Bruce said softly, placing his big hand on Tony’s shoulder. Tony’s eyes looked anywhere but his face, not wanting to hear what he had to say. “I know you want to stay by his side, but you are going to collapse if you don’t take a breather. The kid wouldn’t want that. Pepper’s at a hotel with everyone else— why don’t you go see her? You have another kid wondering where you are.”

“Low blow using my daughter, Brucey,” Tony said with a scowl. After a moment, he sighed, rubbing at his neck. “And you’ll call me if anything happens?”

Bruce smiled softly. “I promise. The medicine should be done in about 12 hours if the tests are successful. We don’t know the long term effects of the stones, but so far everything seems to be progressing without damaging him. We are playing the waiting game now, and you have to sleep when you can.”

“I’ll be back in four hours max,” Tony said as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Eight,” Bruce said firmly.

“Six, and that’s my final offer.”

Bruce sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Okay. I will see you in six hours minimum.”

“FRI, start a timer.”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “Tell him you’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah yeah… Whatever you say, Doc Green,” Tony said with a small smirk.

Bruce returned it with his own lopsided grin.

“Fatherhood looks good on you, by the way. You’re suited for it.”

Tony scoffed, a fond look in his eyes.

“Yeah, yuck it up. Just go make my kid some medicine.”

He turned on his heels, pushing through the doors quietly as to not disturb Peter. May looked up at him in exhaustion and motions for him to sit down.

Tony returned to his chair, grabbing the kid’s attention and brushing through his curls.

“Hey kiddo. I’ve been sentenced to bed by the Jolly Green PhD— says something about staying up after a fight isn’t good on my body. Personally, I think I could run a marathon right now, but the good doctor could not be convinced.”

Peter blinked up at him, worry on his face.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry,” he said, but Peter blinked firmly twice. Tony frowned.

“I think he’s telling you to take care of yourself,” May said softly. “When you get back, I’ll take a break too. I haven’t been fighting aliens, so I’m good to go for a few more hours.”

Peter relaxed at her words, looking up at him pleadingly.

“Jeez kid… You shouldn’t be worrying about me when you’re the one in the hospital bed,” he chuckled, but the guilt still sits heavily in his stomach. This kid was here because of him, after all. He shouldn’t be leaving his side. “I’ll be back in six hours. I don’t think Bruce will let me back in a minute sooner.”

Peter blinked once and then closed his eyes, May returning her fingers to his hair and smiling at him.

“Tony… Thank you,” she said as he started to stand. “For being here.”

Tony blushed. These last five years have definitely made him less emotionally constipated, because he doesn’t brush off the comment.

“Of course. I’ll be back soon.”

May nodded, and Tony stepped outside. Exhaustion washed over him as he walked down the hall, catching a ride with a shield agent to the hotel everyone was staying at. His mind was numb now that he was out of the room, and he could barely keep his eyes open through the ride, the trees and headlights blurring before him.

When he arrived at the hotel, he was too tired to really take in his surroundings, but he did notice the beautiful mop of golden hair that stood in the lobby, soothingly talking into her phone.

“Pep.”

Pepper turned when she heard his voice, murmuring something into the speaker. She rushed to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him softly. She brought her phone to her ear.

“Yes, Daddy’s right here. Everything’s okay.”

Tony motioned for her to give him the phone, and he could cry with relief when he heard his little girl’s voice on the other end.

“Daddy! I saw Spiderman on the TV!” she squealed, and Tony chuckled fondly.

“Yeah, Baby. He saved everyone,” he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He couldn’t let her hear how tired he was.

“Is he hurt? He looked hurt,” she said sadly, and Tony’s heart clenched. Pepper looked up at him expectantly.

“He’s a little banged up, but he will be okay. He’s resting right now.”

“You should rest too, Daddy,” she said firmly, and he could picture her little nose scrunching up as she laid out orders. This was definitely Pepper Potts’ kid.

“Okay, sweetheart. I will rest. When Spiderman is better, you can come visit him,” he said with a small smile, and an excited squeal echoes in his ear.

“I get to meet Petey! Daddy, tell him to get better soon!”

Tony chuckled. The thought of his kids meeting was like a dream, and he held onto the thought as he tried to ease the anxieties that came with being away from both of them.

“I will baby.”

Pepper took the phone back, wishing Morgan goodnight before turning back to him.

“How is he really, Tony?” she asked quietly, her hand clenching on his shirt.

“He’s hurting, but Bruce says he should have medicine ready soon. I’ve been ordered to rest up for… Five hours and 42 minutes.”

Pepper smiled fondly before pulling him towards their room.

“You clean up and then get in bed. I could use some sleep too.”

Tony nodded as he headed to the room and into shower, watching the blood of battle wash down the drain. He absently ran through the motions before climbing into bed next to her.

“Just try and close your eyes for as long as you can. He will be here when you wake up,” she said as she pulled him close to her, running her hands through his hair. Tony nodded.

Thoughts of his kids playing by the lake-side lulled him to sleep.

[captainkirkk]

ok so. so so so. this will be a long message, because frick on a stick there is so much i want to tell you and thank you for. so brace yoself: i read history has its eyes on you only yesterday, but i've been desparately rereading it ever since, almost non-stop, because holy macaroni if this fic ain't one of the most perfect stories these tired eyes have ever seen. i love SO MANY THINGS i'm not sure where to even start, gosh. okay. okay. let's start at the beginning. (1/?)

WEEPS. You sent me A DOZEN messages, bless you? And thank you!!!

This ask and my response got long, so I’m putting it under the cut. There’s a bunch of headcanons about the ‘see it all in bloom’ universe in here, so if you’re interested, keep reading. 

your headcanons regarding class 3-a’s rise to fame/the july attacks/deku’s leap in the limelight as future number one, i adore it all. it makes sense, it’s exciting even if we don’t get to see it on the page word-for-word/in real time, and it’s inspiring too! but most of all, it fits them all so well – they deserve to be written as great heroes and i’m beyond happy you gave that to them in your story – to ALL of them, including shinsou. cookies for you. (2/?)

secondly, the rankings you picked for them – deku as no.1 of course, and katsuki ACTUALLY BEING CONTENT WITH SECOND PLACE, EFF YEAH! and shouto at no.4, holding neither all might’s nor his father’s former ranks, i appreciate the heck out of this. just… all the kids becoming awesome heroes and having wonderful, fulfilling careers just like they’ve always wanted, i’m here for this and i’m here to STAY. (3/?)

thirdly, katsuki’s character. i will be the first person in this fandom to admit my intense dislike of him, but you’ve written him in exactly the way i’ve always wanted him to turn out – significantly less jaded, noticeably more humble (and sane…), actively working to correct the mistakes of his past by becoming an advocate for quirkless kids and participating in anti-bullying campaigns (as an ex bully-victim, reading this made me want to kiss you) with deku, that felt sweet on the soul (4/?)

and also being married to kirishima, of course. DUH. speaking of which, the ships! THE SHIPS! ALL. MY. FAVOURITE. SHIPS. they were all there, they all got attention, and i love you all the more for it. tododeku especially. i just love how tenderly yet comfortably they were written. in my mind, they’ve always felt like the couple that will get the happily-ever-after kind of romance, like two souls mated in a fairy tale come to life. and they, above all others, deserve that everlasting joy (5/?)

and the parts with toshinoti, how he’s dealing with his new(-ish?) lifestyle and the world is spinning on without him, but also taking care of him, because he’s more than earned it – how all his former friends and students have become family to him and are so eager to remain an active part of his life, how he helps bakugou with teaching (for dummies ;P) and is so painfully proud of deku, it was all so deeply touching and heartwarming, i loved every single one of his scenes to bits! (6/?)

the writing was wonderful forma purely technical point as well: there were some typos but nothing serious, and it all flowed quickly yet smoothly – you stylde felt simple and dynamic, but also somehow profound, perhaps precisely because of its simplicity. i still can’t put my finger on it. i just know i loved it. your ocs were a great addition too! their personalities felt distinct and they left good impressions without overstaying their welcome in a class 3-a-centred story, top job! (7/?)

the whole domestic feel of the fic was wonderful as well! it felt like a true slice-of-life piece, even though the lives in question are filled with action and danger. you captured the nature of the balance between working your (adventurous and stardom-speckled) dream job and living your private life/spending quality off-time with friends very accurately. the final excerpt (the description of the photo) left a sweetly nostalgic sense buzzing in my chest. just… thank you for this story. (8/?)

and now that i’m done singing your praises, time for the payback! i adore this verse, and therefore i naturally have questions. first and most importantly, the tododeku relationship development. could you tell me when and how they got together in this verse, how that whole tidbit with suing endeavour went, and when and how exactly they got engaged? i assume it’s in the 5 months leading up to the reunion, but details please? future wedding details too? give me ALL THE DETAILS. (9/?)

then, ranking details! we know deku’s no.1, bakugou’s no.2, and shouto’s no.4, but the fic mentions the class currently has 6 members in the top 10. who are the rest, and who’s the number 3 hero? please tell me it’s momo. PLEASE. also, have their ranks changed since the time they graduated, or have they remained the same for the last 7 years (i.e. deku’s always been no.1 ever since he entered the ranklist, shouto’s always been no.4, etc.)? and what’s shinsou’s rank? (10/?)

what about teaching details? where’s nedzu if aizawa’s principle? is shinsou a part-time teacher or a guest lecturer? does bakugou now do teaching full time, or does he only do homeroom for one class and keeps hero-ing in the meantime? will he even remain in the ranklist if he stops fighting villains? will he even care? and on a less-related note, are bakushima the only married couple? and when did they get married? was deku best man? my shameless curiosity demands to know everything (11/?)

finally, in case i haven’t tormented you enough, i wanted to ask, how do you envision our heroes’ futures? we know they’re only 25 in the story, and tododeku are about to soon get married. and bakushima are married already, bakugou’s switching careers, yada yada. but if you had to plot a course for the rest of class 3-a’s lives, what would it look like? all might mentioned grandchildren, but would tododeku want that? and where even was/is kouda in this entire fic? xDDD thank you!!! (12/12)

Again: thanks for the comments! I’m so glad you enjoyed this.

The next ‘in bloom’ instalment will focus on Bakugou becoming involved in anti-bullying campaigns. I’m with you, Bakugou makes me very uncomfortable in canon, but occasionally we get these glimpses of character development (esp in the manga), and I just needed to bring that out and expand on it. 

And there will always be typos in my work, unfortunately. I don’t have a beta, and I’m a dumb-ass who always misses my errors. I do my best, but I am only human.

I won’t give you all the details (partly because I don’t have this universe entirely mapped out yet), but you can have some answers:

TodoDeku have a long engagement. They were engaged before we see them in ‘history…’ actually. They’re in no rush, and are very busy with their work lives, and are enjoying the blissfully engaged lifestyle. They’ve been engaged for about a year, and they have some vague plans, but nothing concrete. At the moment, they’re debating the merits of getting married somewhere private in the city vs. getting married on Toshinori’s estate. I’m not sure which one will win out. 

Their rankings have changed A LOT! When he officially entered the rankings when he was 19, Deku only ended up no. 20, because it had been over a year since the July Attacks, and he hasn’t actually done much since then, being busy with exams/graduating/entering a hero agency. A lot of people were upset by this, but it didn’t bother Deku. He was ecstatic to scrap into the Top 20 as it was.

Sorry, no. 3 belongs to Inasa (from the manga). The top 10 has changed a lot, too. There’s actually seven 1a heroes in the top 10 - Uravity was No. 11 but got a jump in popularity recently. In order: Deku, Detonation, Gale (Inasa), Polarise, unnamed number 5, Creati, Red Riot, Ingenium, an unnamed number 9, and Uravity. 

Shinsou is rankless. He’s an underground hero, and I headcanon that those types of heroes are not typically assigned ranks.

Shinsou has his own role at UA. He does a bunch of stuff: watches the entrance exams, works with some of the Gen. Ed kids, oversees possible transfers between courses, and does guest lectures. Aizawa gives him a lot of independent power.

Bakugou co-teaches Class 1-B. He occasionally guest lecturers other classes (like how Thirteen worked one-off with 1-A during the USJ attack). He has enough time to do hero work too, but he has a less intense work-load now that he’s also teaching.

Kirishima and Bakugou are the only married couple at the moment. They got married when they were 23, before TodoDeku had gotten engaged. They were the first couple to start dating in high school, too. They just … clicked, and never looked back.

Do you mean Kouda or Kouta? Kouda is probably off running a rescue animal shelter while doing minor hero work, too. Kouta is doing amateur film work and arguing with classmates when they don’t believe that he knows pro heroes irl.

I almost wrote Jirou and Momo announcing their engagement at the reunion, but at that point, I had been writing the fic for months, and I needed to upload it before I combusted. So. Yeah. They get engaged around the end of the fic.

I haven’t thought too hard about kids but … I can’t get the image of Kiri/Baku adopting an orphaned girl when they’re in their 30s, and Bakugou ringing up Midoriya to ask him to be the godfather, and Midoriya CRYING FOR HOURS. HOURS. He catches the train over at like 11pm, still in his pjs, still crying, and all over twitter there’s pics of Deku crying into a phone, sparking all kinds of terrible rumours, until he uploads a photo of him cradling his goddaughter in his arms a few hours later. 

I also have more headcanons in my history verse tag, if you’re curious. Thanks again!

[sanjuno]

I'm interested in that idea you mentioned where the Vongola brothers thaw Xanxus, pack up their followers, and go to Japan. (Tsuna getting four older brothers would be awesome.)

*slams back onto the blog* MY INTERNET IS BACK AND SANJUNO IS ONLINE AGAIN, BITCHES!

I call this one FIRE SHALL WAKEN and I straight up admit that I did not expect this much of a plot for something that was essentially an offhand comment I made because I thought it was funny but oh well.

Let’s begin!

So sixteen year old Xanxus discovers that he’s “adopted” before Enrico gets fatally shot in the back but instead of going to talk to his brothers he still goes through with the Cradle Affair tantrum.

>Enrico, Mas, and Fede are confined to the Iron Fort by Coyote because of paranoia about the Varia being more loyal to Xanxus than the Vongola overall.

>Squalo is bereaved because his Sky is frozen solid and proceeds to lose it on Enrico when confronted about why Xanxus went bonkers and now Enrico knows everything.

Enrico, of course, proceeds to tell Mas and Fede why Xanxus tried to kill Nono dead.

>Fede points out how interesting it is that Xanxus waited until all of his brothers were outside the Iron Fort before attacking.

>Enrico points out that Xan had been noticeably avoiding Nono but hadn’t cut his brothers out of his life.

>Mas digs up the security footage and notices that Xanxus said many nasty things about Nono but didn’t so much as mention his brothers during his ranting. (My how interesting…)

Enrico proceeds to move into the Iron Fort to “help Papa out” which translated into actual intent means “scope out the security system with an eye for breaking it and locate Xan’s iceberg.”

>Mas moves into the Varia mansion to “keep an eye on things”

>Fede invades the CEDEF on the regular to find out what they know and also to sow confusion because fuck you Nono is why

Consequences are suffered by those who took action without thinking! 

>Enrico also gets an up-close view of Nono’s bullshit in action, which he never saw in canon because it was never pointed out so blatantly until Nono (i) lied about matters of succession and (ii) froze Enrico’s littlest brother in ice.

>Mas gets to conspire with the Varia and has tons of fun pretending to be thick while plotting the demise of his enemies.

>Fede undermines Iemitsu in the CEDEF without actually joining that branch because Mas is the one who wanted to play spy games for a living and Fede is much better suited to being the Family troubleshooter. Also Mas and Fede poach several CEDEF agents because Sky Attraction and Iemitsu Doesn’t Deserve Nice Things bwahahaha~

Shortly after Nono’s sons finish “establishing order” after the Cradle Affair Nono and Iemitsu go on a trip to Japan (we all know what happens here) except this time:

>(i) Fede is keeping a close enough eye on the CEDEF to discover what the purpose behind the trip was and (ii) the Bros di Vongola are making plans to rescue their baby brother and leave the Vongola hanging without any Heirs at all because Nono certainly doesn’t care about the succession so why should they?

Instead of possessing people to arrange the deaths of the 10th Gen Vongola Heirs, Daemon Spade’s ghost is very much in favour of the boys rejecting their father because anarchy and Fuck Them All Very Much

>Daemon doesn’t approve of Nono, so the more the bros work against Nono the more Daemon likes them. The irony of them all packing up and moving to Japan to force Nono to clean up his own fucking mess is too brilliant to sabotage. He needs to know how this ends.

It takes two years for everything to be in place for the 10th Gen migration. Many changes from canon occur during this time.

(i) Enrico finally tracks down Xan’s Mama and Harmonizes her as his Mist.

>Goes to the Falco Heir’s piano recital and bonds Bianche as his Storm. Is horrified by Hayato’s treatment and frequent poisonings, draws emotionally driven parallels between Hayato’s treatment and Xanuxs’, and intercepts Hayato’s first attempt to run away to take Hayato in as his ward.

>Manages to Harmonize with Lal as his Rain over the course of several meetings with Fede for information exchanges.

>Visits the Bovino and finds Ottavia to be his Lightning, and she brings newborn Lambo with her because her sister died.

>Snags M.M. to be his Sun out of Paris’ Underworld Theatre District before she crosses the line and is arrested by the Vindice. (He’s there on business but yay new Element!)

>Enrico is somewhat disturbed by how much younger than him his Storm and Sun are and hopes that his Cloud will be closer to his own age or older.

(ii) Mas met Sparta (the OC I have as his Cloud) in his last year of the Mafia Academy. She gets along well with the Varia.

>Mas is being very careful and low-key about Courting Oregano and Tumeric into his Harmony because Iemitsu is a giant bag of dicks and also a toxic influence.

>Moretti the Murdered is Mas’ Mist and it’s hilarious because the Varia are So Offended.

Fede’s Lightning is Romeo Bovino who is ultimately distracted by finding HIS SKY!!!! and entirely forgets to flirt with Bianchi and thus survives yay

>Runs into Lancia while out shopping with Hayato and his Intuition says “Look it’s your Storm” and also Hayato is a vicious little savage who charms Mukuro and Co. and can sympathize with their experiences re. being tortured by your family. Frequent interaction with the Varia gives Mukuro and Co.s vengeance drive a constructive outlet so they don’t murderspree their way into Vindicare and also the plan to abscond will leave the Vongola Alliance in shambles and Mukuro wants to see that. So. Let’s be friends!

>Fede picks up Basil as his Rain while stalking the CEDEF because Iemitsu doesn’t deserve to have such a cute little minion and also the family resemblance is pretty obvious even if the kid isn’t a Sky.

>Accidentally Harmonizes Shamal as his Mist while tracking down Hayato and Bianchi’s medical records and lambasts Shamal for not treating Hayato’s poison damage just because he’s a boy (you irresponsible asshole) Shamal spends a significant amount of time repenting for that bullshit because Fede’s Not Having It.

Despite all the Harmonizing happening Nono continues to believe that the men he assigned to his sons are their actual Guardians.

>The bros let Nono think this because it a good distraction tactic and it gives them a guaranteed way to feed Nono misinformation about what they’re up to.

Two years is a long enough time for people to start noticing the shenanigans but the bros are good at being sneaky and also they all have Mists so good fucking luck getting a clear picture of what they’re getting up to. Then Nono goes to an Alliance Boss meting at Mafia Land and takes Iemitsu with him which means now’s our chance.

>As soon as Nono’s plane takes off the 10th gen defrosts Xan, rolls him into a blanket burrito, shoves him at his very confused Guardians, and packs the entirety of the Varia plus the Vongola 10th Gen’s personal following into a series of transport containers and take off for Japan.

>Enrico shoots Ottavio in the head execution style with one of Daniela’s crossbows before they leave because “fuck you, traitor” is why.

The Alliance is shook.

>Dino is still in training with Reborn (being around 16 or 17) and is high-key jealous that his Vongola counterparts got to fuck off and ditch their inheritance. Romario’s the one who digs up the old Tradition about “escaping” the Mafia by moving to Japan (which also includes a kind of “diplomatic immunity” agreement with the yakuza.) Dino wants to go to Japan too T-T

MEANWHILE IN JAPAN

>Xanxus is really fucking confused right now okay this is not how he was expecting his confrontation with Nono over his heritage to shake out (His bros picked Xanxus over Nono WTF)

>The Varia are honestly just happy to have their Sky back they don’t even care about technically being in hiding.

The Vongola 10th Gen buys a Japanese Mansion in Namimori and happily settle in.

>Of course their first order of business is to go see their baby cousin~ because “fuck you, Iemtisu, answer your wife’s phone calls” is why and also they need to get that Seal off Tsuna and also, also it’ll give Hayato, Mukuro, and co. a local guide in Namimori.

>Of course, the second Enrico peels the Seal off Tsuna’s Flames the kid goes into HDWM and Harmonizes with Hayato and Mukuro on reflex and also Hyper Intuition.

Nana is over the moon because her baby boy has friends now and also she 100% takes over as the 10th Gen’s Head of Housekeeping and before anyone really has time to think about it Nana and Tsuna have moved into the mansion

>Please take a moment to consider the repercussions of having five active Skies living in a single house who all love each other and want their family to be happy. The Harmony effect is soporific, wide spread, pervasive, and Namimori is a happy, peaceful town.

Hayato is once again Tsuna’s Right Hand but this time it’s Mukuro who is the Left Hand and the chaos is beautiful.

>TBH the way a less traumatized Hayato and a more rational Mukuro mesh and work together is surprisingly functional and cooperative. Also I’m pretty sure that the first thing they do is go track down Nagi for kidnapping purposes because of psychic links and Harmony is helpful for strengthening things like that.

>Which means that Chrome doesn’t get squished by a truck! Yay! Yes, they still change her name. It’s so her parents can’t find her neener-neener

Hayato and Mukuro are little assholes and are Not Pleased by the way Tsuna has been and is still being treated at school. They proceed to concoct a multi-layered, three tiered plan to take vengeance in Tsuna’s name. There are several lists, charts, graphs, and at least one Venn Diagram because Mukuro is artistic like that.

>Kyouya is angry at first because his territory but then notices how the herbivores have started to behave themselves and that means more time for uninterrupted naps and that’s beautiful. Tetsuya is torn between elation and terror because on one hand Kyou-san has friends but on the other, far more traumatizing to the citizenry hand they’re all amoral bloodthirsty monsters.

>Anyway Kyouya founds the DC, Mukuro sets up an informant network, and Hayato takes over the student council.

Tsuyoshi isn’t sure what to make of the Sudden Assassin Migration into Namimori but at least the Sword Emperor is too distracted by his Sky being on bedrest to be hunting down retired Swordsmen.

>Tsuyoshi should maybe think about starting Takeshi’s sword training because Tsuna’s gone and made friends with Takeshi now that he’s unSealed (Fuck Everything Tsuyoshi doesn’t deserve this sort of stress)

TBH Ken probably joins the Boxing Club and Ryohei’s so happy to the extreme.

>Kyoko will join the Mist Collective in Managing Everyone’s Lives because she’s nonviolent and also a bit of an emotional manipulator. Hana is the DC Secretary and gets along far too well with Hibari-sempai for anyones comfort.

>I honestly have no real idea what Haru is up to in this AU but she probably takes over Midori and has a very loudly dramatic rivalry with Hayato for brain-crush reasons.

Chikusa is getting roped in as Hayato’s VP and they rule Namimori Elementary with decidedly Iron Fists. With spikes on.

>TBH the fact that Tsuna becomes the Chairman of the Home Ec Club is the Best Thing because Tsuna loves his Mama and he’s only fifth in line to inherit still so he can do whatever he wants and that means fluffy homemaker comfort Sky who cheers on his Guardian’s shenanigans instead of a panicked stressed out punching bag.

>Tsuna’s favourite Vongola Head is the Fourth because FORKS! and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

TBH I have NO IDEA how long it takes Nono to find Ottavio’s body but it’s probably really gross by then because Italy’s a hot country and also between them Enrico and Mas and Fede stole all of the CEDEF’s upper management and Iemtisu is pants at sorting paperwork.

>Then there’s panic and anarchy and very strained Alliance politics until Reborn finishes training Dino and then Reborn is sent to Namimori to train the “last” Vongola heir only to find the entire Vongola 10th Gen

>Be aware that at no point did the Varia stop taking missions which drives the 9th Gen into frothing fits because they still can’t find where they’re hiding.

This time when Tsuna says he doesn’t want to be a Mafia Boss the actual heir is still alive, sitting right beside Tsuna at the table, and is laughing at Reborn.

>Enrico straight up tells Reborn not to waste his time and that when Nono dies/retires he’ll take the Rings but not a moment before then.

>Nono forced their hands when he lied to Xan, left him for dead in the ice, and tried to force his sons to accept ill-suited Guardians without ever admitting he’d fucked up or done something wrong.

>Oh yeah, Xan needed to be revived when Enrico defrosted him it was a damn good thing all three of his bros were there to help with that and GUESS WHAT HE DID TO TSUNAYOSHI?

Dino shows up and well now the Alliance knows where the Vongola 10th Gen are hiding out.

>Drama, politicking, shenanigans, IDEK at this point I mostly just want to see the FSW!AU Tsuna and co. get dragged into a canon!TYL adventure because that shit’s hilarious and is also an entirely new story all on it’s own if I want to handle it right.

>Because there’s no Varia Arc, although if Iemitsu shows up he’s gonna be hella surprised when the “weaker” Skies kick the shit out of him because the Vongola Bros have real bonds now plus their Five Sky Harmony and shit’s insane, friends.

Shit with the Arcobaleno will go down at some point and by now I’ve internalized a preference for Reborn being Aria’s Sun Guardian because “I’m my daughter’s Sun” is a glorious clusterfuck of pun combined with a Dad joke and Reborn would revel in that so much.

>Skull is Fede’s Cloud, which is fabulous and a match made with the intent of making the world a more interesting place and also I may indulge in my secret love for Reborn/Skull in this verse because Aria’s going to marry Fede. XP

>Consiquently, Verde is Mas’ Lightning, Collonello is Enrico’s Second Rain, Mammon is (of course) Xan’s Mist, and Fon’s going to be Tsuna’s Second Storm.

I kinda wanna see Spanner be Byakuran’s Lightning in this verse because reasons but also I think I’m done for the night.

Yay. XP