#the cars a little damaged and we have to take it in so i cant drive for a bit but. i cld NEVER drive alone until 2 days ago so

[urlovebot]

༺☆༻ Luxurious

bada spoils her baby

c/w: spoiled ass reader. down bad bada. suggestive. a little more than suggestive? not full on smut though. what does bada like more than checks? money!

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bada likes to spoil you, loves it, even. the way your eyes lit up when you saw a piece of clothing, shoes, or jewelry that you liked… that was priceless to her. so naturally she takes you out, hands you her card and tells you to “go get what you want, baby.”

she’ll stick with you for a bit- today she helped you pick some items out. she asks an attendant to find them in your size. once she receives the clothes, she guides you to a dressing room. when you open the door, she hurries you and herself into the tight space,

“bada!”

she shushes you and makes her way to sit on the bench in the room. she tells you it’ll be fine and that she wants to make sure everything fits right. the first dress you put on is white with lace trim. bada groans at the sight. where would you ever wear that?

“is it pretty?”

bada looks you up and down, “of course it is sweetheart, everything is pretty on you.”

you roll your eyes, “i should’ve never asked.”

you continue trying some items on, but your final piece of clothing from this shop catches bada’s eye. Its a miniskirt with a zipper accent in the front that is fully functional.

“come closer.”

you walk up to her and her hands are on your hips, moving up to your waist where the the waistband sits. she thumbs the fabric, feeling how thick the material is.

“this is nice.”

one hand reaches for the zipper, pulling it down slowly.

your hands fly to her own, “bada lee!”

she looks up at you, pressing a kiss against your upper thigh, “trust me pretty girl.”

she fully unzips the garment letting it fall to your feet, “such easy access, we’re definitely buying this one.”

she leaves wet kisses above the waistband of your panties. you let a breathy sigh leave your mouth. bada stops and pinches your thigh,

“quiet.”

she goes back to kissing your lower stomach, sucking marks into your soft skin. a small moan makes its way out of you and bada stops again,

“you wanna be caught don’t you? wanna let everyone see how pretty you are?”

your thighs rub against each other and bada notices. she leaves one soft kiss against your panties,

“say the word and i’ll do it.”

her hand squeezes your thigh as she continues to press her lips against your clothed cunt. you’re whining, legs shaking and bada cant decipher if you’re turned on, nervous, or just cold.

“cmon baby. tell me what you want.”

you shake your head, “not now.”

bada removes herself from you, hands withdrawing immediately, “good girl. buy what you want today. i’m gonna wait in the car for you, call me when you’re leaving, okay?”

you smile down at her, hands moving her bangs out of the way and cradling her face. she looked so pretty from this angle.

“of course. i love you.” you press a kiss to her forehead.

a light blush spreads across bada’s face,

“i love you too baby.”

she leaves you to your own devices.

when you text her to tell her you’re on your way, she pulls around to the front of the entrance, gets out of the car, and leans against it, waiting to help you load your bags. when you come from the double doors, she smirks when she sees your multiple designer shopping bags, she doesn’t even want to think about the potential damage done to her bank account. a lazy smile makes its way on her face as she rounds the car to grab the bags from you, opening the trunk and setting them inside.

“did you have fun?”

you grin, “yes! can i show you what else i got when we get home?”

“of course baby.”

bada is sat on the couch when you come out from changing. she thinks she might die when you come out in your first outfit. Its a very short black dress with lace trim on the bottom which shows off your legs, something that bada believes should be criminal.

“very pretty. how much was this?”

you let out a nervous chuckle, “don’t worry about that… it looks nice right?”

bada shakes her head, “very nice. what’s next?”

the next outfit is more conservative (thank god). it’s something bada thinks even she would wear. you’ve got a nice pair of black cargos on, a cropped tighter top, and mauve air jordan 1’s on your feet. she distantly thinks she should ask if she could borrow them in the future.

bada gives you a nod of approval, “twirl for me pretty girl.”

you do as you’re told of course.

bada hums, “those pants fit you really well. come here.”

bada spreads her legs to make room for you to stand in front of her. she pulls you closer to her and puts her hands in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing.

you yelp and grab her hands, “you are such a pervert!”

bada throws her head back and laughs “I can’t help it. i just wanted to make sure they fit.”

you glare at her and leave the living room. when you return, you have a small bag of cosmetics with you. you fish through them and pull out a lipstick.

“i’ve seen this all over tiktok- apparently this lipstick is supposed to be really durable and long wearing,” you put it on your lips, “isn’t it a pretty color?”

bada is just so enamored with you. she gleams up at you, nodding her head.

“can i test them out on you?”

“anything you want honey,” bada grabs you by your hips, pulling you to sit on her lap, “show me.”

you kiss her cheek and notice a little mark left on her. your face morphs into a frown, “it left a mark…”

bada takes this as an opportunity to see you in more lipstick colors- “maybe it’s just that color. try another one?”

you huff in response. you already had one on!

“can i put it on you instead? I don’t want to take this one off.”

bada sees this as an even better opportunity. she tries not to show her excitement at the idea of leaving marks on you on purpose.

“mhm.”

you turn around in her lap to dig through your bag. you pull out a cherry red and show it to her, “this would be so cute on you!”

your hand cradles bada’s face as you delicately put the lipstick on her face. bada’s lips twitch. the way you look so serious and focused on the application was so fucking cute it took everything in her not to lean forward to kiss you.

you finish and put the cap back on the lipstick, “okay - kiss me!”

bada giggles and places a kiss to your lips. after your lips she kisses your cheeks… and after your cheeks she starts kissing your jawline…

“bada-” you sigh. your hands grip her hair to pull her away from you, “i told you to kiss me just to test it out. why are you trying to seduce me right now.”

bada looks up to you, eyes already hooded. she makes direct eye contact as she dips her head down again to kiss down your neck. in between kisses she mumbles out, “jus’ checking on the… durability of the lipstick.”

[transmascanakin]

For the varmitech bro au

1. Does Martin remember Chris? Does he know how he could've/should've looked like?

2. How brainwashed is Chris? How much does he actually believe?

3. Do the Kratt parents take any role in the au?

4. Can we get more Tortuga crew??? How does Martin deal with missions alone, how do the others react to him?

Ty for the ask anon ! Honestly some of these questions are things i originally wanted to include in the explanation post but ended up deleting because i didnt want to make it too lengthy so Im glad to talk about them now!

1. Martin doesnt remember Chris clearly, he has some blurry memories and flashes but its mostly the feelings he remembers if that makes sense. Like how he was close with Chris and loved him a lot, the feeling of fear everyone felt when Chris went missing and the despair when no one could give them closure, how lonely he felt after.

He doesnt really know what Chris could look like, maybe he likes to imagine, but you cant really get accurate answers like that. Also with cases like his you often see detectives constructing images of what the missing kids could look like now years later and I thought about Chris getting one of these done but he probably would only do that if he sorted through everything else because while Martin thinks his brother is alive, Chris firmly believes that he died a long time ago. He doesnt really think the image would be useful

2. Hes half brainwashed and half doesnt remember a lot of things naturally because of a traumatic reaction. What he has been told was that they have been through a traumatic accident (like a car crash) of some kind that damaged his brain temporarily and thats why he barely remembers anything from his early childhood and has some memories that never actually happened (the memories of the Kratt family) and he believes thats true because frankly, he has no reason not to. Maybe he questioned it when he was younger, but as an adult your childhood memories get really blurry (especially if youve been through something traumatic) so he kind of just accepted the car crash excuse to be true. He suspects there's something hes not being told but he doesn't even think of him being kidnapped as a possibility

3. A little, yes ! The reason Martin wanted his brothers case to be investigated again was actually because of how bad it affected his parents even after 20 years, which is just the sad reality of missing child cases. This part is unfortunately not that well developped yet, but maybe the Kratt brothers father fell really ill and Martin was worried hed have to pass away without knowing what happened to Chris, or maybe they got divorced after not being able to move on from the incident evem after all that time, ill have to think about it but whatever happened motivated Marin to contact detective Chris.

Either way I do have 2 scenes in my head that include atleast one of them ! The first one is where Chris and Martin go back to Martins childhood home to search the area again, and they briefly talk to mama Kratt who still lives here, and she takes one look at Chris with a mothers eye and thinks "wow he looks exactly like Chris" and although she doesnt believe its actually him she does think its some sign from the universe or idk something sentimental !! I just rhink itd be sweet of her. I also think itd be interesting from the pov of Chris because this is a maternal figure who treats him really nice and he just cant help but notice how different his mom is from Martins yk sad feelings...

Also Chris gets to reunite with his parents after everything goes down :)

4. Hell Yeah!!

Martins missions here are a bit more professional as he doesnt really have anyone to goof around with but he still has fun because he gets to gush about animals to the team.!! (He definitely wishes he had someone with him out in the field) Also i guess the villains are also interesting here because dealing with them alone causes confrontations to drag out, and they also become harder and more serious, especially with Zach as he got a big advantage with 'the crawler'. Aviva does jump in to help a lot but shes a bit limited because at this point she hasnt finished making her own cps yet (this might become relevant later i havent decided yet.)

In the last part I assume you were asking about how they feel about Chris, and they do meet a lot while Martin and Chris are working on the investigation, and Koki actually helps them a lot with her computer skills. The crew also grows pretty close to Chris, i mean he kinda just clicks with them, and he latches onto them a lot as he hasnt really had proper friends before. Like ever. Basically theyre just found family i love them. !!!

Sorry for making this so long haha I just love talking about this au... I hope these answers satisfied!

[nanami-is-nanamean]

I like playing hsr-- as my irls say, im a bit of a grind/build player. I can attest to that, because no joke-- i spent an entire year just grinding and farming for materials for my characters. So you could say that im a bit well versed in how these characters work and run and tick. Of course, when you have two obsessions, its kind of inevitable that youd smash them together like dolls so--

Here's JJK characters typecasted as HSR characters

Please note that im more well versed in the characters as units so im gonna typecast them as such— i know jack about their plot and stories so i may or may not make a part two or more lmao

Lets go-- everything is under the cut

OH-- quick note!! Ill be doing the 06 class first because im more familiar with them, and most of my info comes from my own experience playing, and Prydwen my beloved lmao

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Gojo Satoru:

For Gojo—as a unit, i wanna say that hes either the strongest unit currently or some kind of nuts shielder. Its an either or because duh. Bruv is Quite Literally The Strongest and Quite Literally Untouchable.

If were going with the former, aka the strongest—id say that he would be what is currently considered the meta, which is Acheron. I dont have an Acheron, but my friend does and she lent me her account so i can build her Acheron and other units and LET ME TELL YOU. HOLY SHIT. Even unbuilt, Acheron hits like a motherfucker dawg. Its genuinely crazy. Her Technique as well (heh) also lets her oneshot almost anything which is also inline with how he works. Jeez, i should probably go back to building her account...

If were going with the latter, aka nuts shielder ala Infinity, i was thinking either Fu Xuan or Aventurine—but settled on Fu Xuan as it filled out more of what Gojo could do. While she does actually take damage, as she directs damage to herself, she heals it all back which honestly?? Amazing symbolism for Gojo tbh—considering the fact that hes the most important figure in Jujutsu society, everyone would be fucking gunning for him man. And he'd just as easily bounce back and brush it all off with a quick smile and Purple. And speaking of purple—esteemed colleague, that is Just Her Ultimate.

But yeah—Gojo would be either Acheron or Fu Xuan, depending on what aspect of him were focusing on.

Geto Suguru:

I'm gonna admit—this one was a little hard for me because who tf uses summons. And then it hit me.

Dear lord, my boy is just Topaz. Or Jing Yuan. LMAO—

Makes sense tho mechanically—Geto's technique is all about summoning curses to fight. Either for him or with him. Its just that the choice between Topaz and Jing Yuan capitalizes on what sort of fighting styles Geto wants to use. Topaz is more reliant on Numby doing damage, while Jing Yuan can do damage on his own without the help of Lightning Lord. This means then that Topaz is if Geto wants his curses to fight for him, and Jing Yuan is if he wants to fight with his curses.

Also the fact that I considered Sushang for him just because she summons a giant fucking chicken for her ult is. W o w .

Shoko Ieiri:

Dawg. To be honest with you. I think this is gonna be the hardest one for me to typecast unit wise. Because like—Shoko is a heal bot fr fr. And like—thats literally all the Abundance characters man. I CANT JUST SAY "shes every Abundance character" AND CALL IT A DAY. I mean I CAN but I WONT because I have STANDARDS. So I suppose I'll knock off the ones she can't possibly be unit wise.

Bailu is an Instant No. If she can bring people back from the dead Bailu style, JJK would be a WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY. and YEAH YEAH the Gojo/Yuuta thing is different—Gojo was already super dead, she just transferred Yuuta to Gojos body my guy. Not Gallagher, since w've never seen her in a combat situation and we have no idea what pure RCE can do to a curse—and before you say im wrong, nuh uh dawg—youre thinking about Reverse Cursed TECHNIQUE. I'm talking energy. The two are very different. Thats like saying putting the car in reverse is the same as using diesel instead of gas. Luocha is also a no go since, if she can just cast a Simple Domain that heals everyone in range, JJK would be a completely different story. And, as much as this pains me to say it—she cant be Huohuo either, because if her healing people would also replenish their CE, JJK would be a different story—at the very least with more people alive in it lmao

And so. This leaves us with our F2P basic units. Lynx and Natasha. Which... honestly? Its weirdly fitting and cathartic in a strange sort of way. Its guaranteed they'd be there to help because you receive them as units early on in the game—just as guaranteed that Shoko would be there to help and heal any and all sorcerers who come to her. All units need healing, in any way shape and form—without em making sure our teams our alive, we quite literally cannot get thru half the content of the game. I would know, that friend DID NOT build any of their sustains. Constantly fighting for my life until I built Gallagher lmao.

But yeah—unit wise, it does fit. They both mainly are there to give healing and basic support to the units, without drastically buffing them or debuffing their opponents. Theyre just there to make sure the team is alive, and honestly? 🫡 you go babe. heres a free cigarette, on me.

Nanami Kento:

Immediately I knew what the fuck I wanted him to be. Break effect character. Aka, current meta. So, obviously he'd be Boothill and Robin right?? Well—not exactly...

He'd deffo be Boothill thats for sure, but not so much Robin. Nanami's powerset is pretty simple—he focuses on a target and then, depending on his goal and/or amount of cursed energy, proceeds to put a weak point on them of which to hit. He can't be Robin because of how she works—she needs to transform via Ult to deal that optimal break damage and strike weak points despite whatever shes facing not having a fire element weakness. Whereas Nanami can just hit, without needing to transform into something else or needing a cursed tool or something.

For a little bit there, I considered Xueyi but ulimately said no because of her follow up and her being able to attack multiple enemies at once. While yes, I can flavor the follow up as a black flash or something (even though i really shouldn't since black flashes are based off luck and "being in the zone"), the multiple targets thing I really couldn't ignore because we've never seen him attack multiple targets at once—the closest thing we have is him being fast enough and strong enough to one shot curses back to back.

I was left with Sushang and Luka at this point, and ended up with Sushang. I was already settled with Sushang, when I remembered that Luka existed lmao—but decided to give him a shot anyways. I shouldn't have given him that shot because he doesn't fit Nanami as a unit. He's a Nihility "charge" unit—charge in the sense of, he needs to build up a certain stack to properly break and deal damage. When you relate that to Nanami, it doesn't work. Like I said, Nanami is simple and straight-forward, no muss and no fuss. There's a lot of mussing and fussing around with Luka that doesn't mesh well, along with the whole debuff thing Nihility has going—Nanami doesn't do that kind of DOT damage in the series, and doesn't deal too much of a handicap that I could consider it.

Nanami being Boothill and Sushang makes sense to me too. Nanami is a relatively fast person, being able to kind of run on water, fend off dozens of curses at the same time whilst taking minimal damage, and keep up with a Mahito that transformed himself into being really fast, and hits hard—both with the boost and assistance of his technique and without it. Like—he canonically killed Haruta 6 times. Were it not for his Luck Technique, his skull would've been pulverized by the first punch.

Boothill and Sushang's entire deal is to hit hard and hit fast—or at the very least, stay ahead of their opponents in the turn order via Break—Weakness, Super, or otherwise. Boothill's mechanics are a little more complicated than Sushang's but they're relatively simple and tracks with how Nanami works—he can force element weakness (Nanami's CT), hits really good and really hard to those he's focused on/appiled weakness on (nanami's CT again), and is able to clear out multiple enemies at once/inquick succession despite being a single target focus due to how strong and fast he is (nanami's CT and fighting style in general). Sushang's mechanics are much more barebones—she hits hard and she hits fast, which is basically the essence of Nanami in battle.

Haibara Yuu:

Motherfucker dude, this one is EASY—my boy is OBVIOUSLY Pompom. BUT NO WAIT IM BEING FR THO—we barely see him in both the manga and the anime, and I even looked up whether or not he's a playable unit in JJK Cursed Clash or JJK Phantom Parade. He's not there dawg. He's literally just the mascot—😭😭😭 UGYFHBKSFSBHVDVKFHKSD

And as much as I'd love to make assumptions abt his technique and how he works—aka theorize abt the meaning of his name, make educated guesses with the short screentime he had, I don't think I can make a good guess or assumption on how he works.

So yeah. He's Pompom, he's an NPC KHDFJHGSIDKFX—

Rip Haibara, even in death, you don't due nothing other than change the trajectory of everyone's lives via dying BUKJRNLDFJXB

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Thanks for reading...??? Genuinely feel like doing a cont to this but like—them as HSR character lorewise, or turning them into actual HSR units, or doing the other characters. Its p fun!! Also let me engage with HSR in a diff way other than me logging on, grinding Robin's domain, getting a bunch of shit artifacts and ignoring the main quest LMAO—

[foolishwriting]

A/n: the perspectives for the first few chapter will likely change, im not quite sure the best perspective to write this in yet so

Chapter 1

“The world has been simplified and dumbed down to keep us pliable and stupid” dad had explained to me. “It isn't as simple as a letter to explain the threat level a single person is. Its like we’re cattle to them, you’re not a cow for sale you understand Sage? Never let the government break you down into something easy to understand, or to boost the egos of the heroes undeserving of their titles. You are a human, a beautiful and complex human.” 

Its a strange lesson to tell your nine year old daughter during a jail call. I love my dad, wouldn't trade him for the world. He’s a petty thief, petty enough to have broken into a heroes headquarters and steal sensitive information about a government project and leak it to the public. Papa has nothing to do with hero business in the slightest, hes a great model and he and dad have never once told me i was wrong for my career path. 

I considered going into hero work in middle school but so did everyone else. I know some of the new heroes, they're the kids who won the popularity contests in middle school and throughout highschool. Half of them never realized their lives would lay in my hands. I'm no hero but i'm certainly your favorite hero's healer they've begged for a quick recovery from after being a prick. I don't take it lightly when a hero, no matter how grand they are, plop themselves down in front of me and are rude and demanding. It might be my job but they can easily go find someone else if they are gonna speak ill of me or any one else. 

My dad’s lesson rings clear in my head now as I watch a vicious battle between a band of four D level heroes against one E level. It’s strange how it's a big deal. They’ll likely get bumped up if they get in a couple more fights with higher level villains like this. The group is the Senses Five, notably they’re fifth and arguably most valuable member, is missing. Theyre what they sound like, a group of teeagers fresh form highschool with powers that fuck up your senses. They work as a great team, managing to disorient and batter in the most unexpected ways. 

Me and a couple of coworkers sit around in the Hero’s Commission HQ’s kitchen in the Healers Wing. its pretty much our normal, lounge around for most of the day until theres a sudden strike of injured heroes then we all shoot into action. Its a pretty solid job, get paid a shit ton to heal the morons who nearly get themselves killed trying to get promoted through a system that's not designed to promote them. Im one of the few who do, i cant anymore, im an S ranked healer, i deal with shit from heroes on their deathbeds to literally dead ones. 

I lucked out in the power department, necromancy, healing, some light manipulation and some minor shit that's not really important to mention. Theres a reason i have the luxury of letting heroes fucking die because their egos have no room to be polite. Not all of them of course, don't get it twisted, I just have a bit of a chip on my shoulder. It's a mixed bag, I happen to work with both the pleasant and the egotistical. 

We all sorta watch the news a little bit dumb founded by the fight being broadcasted. We were about to be seeing all of them soon. The calamity is minimal, buildings damaged that can be easily fixed by any builder, the roads are shattered and cars shredded but there seems to be no civilians in danger. Thank god man. Its awful, a group of us would get sent out with the builders and repair and heal and resurrect if necessary. Its terrible some of the stuff ive seen man, kids, teens, heroes younger than my sister destroyed by a fight they were mislead about, entire city blocks flattened. It isn't pretty. 

“Miss Cyris” Eric said getting everybody's attention “you have a meeting with Mr. Peters” 

“Now?” i ask, i don't remember this being in my schedule for the day let alone the week. 

“In five minutes yes” 

“Why did I not know about this?” i ask

Eric shrugs glancing at his tablet “you should have been aware of this a month in advance” 

Obviously I wasn’t. I sigh and get up taking my lunch with me. The organization and communication around here needs work. Why didn’t anyone tell me when the meeting was booked? I would have put it in my calendar or made a reminder instead of jogging through the halls to Mr . Peters’ office. 

Mr. Peters’ is an ex sidekick to one of the greatest super heroes in history. The Eldritch was, from what i hear, as nice outside the mask as he was in the mask. We never found out his civilian identity but if i had to guess it’s Mr. Peters’ husband and i'm usually right about these things. I've met him, he made me homemade muffins for my birthday last year and made a delicious curry for the office two months ago. The Eldritch was powerful as hell, he could use and pull any power from myth or folklore or fairytale. So you can imagine why he stands as the world’s greatest hero. 

Mr. Peters’ office has trophies,  framed newspaper headlines, photos of himself with the eldritch in their prime and awards hard won. He sits at his desk when he calls me in. hes a furry creature, broad shouldered and sewn into the suit he wears. He looks better in his costume than in a suit sitting in an office job managing healers. He’s a hard worker, that's for sure. He checks his watch.

“Right on time,” he smiles at me softly, “as usual”

I sit down and return the gentle gesture with a smile of my own, “im sorry, i wasn't aware of this meeting”

“I know, i asked Eric not to tell you about it”

“What?” i can’t stop it from slipping out. Mr. Peters has my respect and he’s been nothing but kind to me but what the hell? Why would he want me to not know about this meeting? 

“While we are waiting, how are you?” he asks

“Im ok sir” i say not having much of an answer still trying to figure out what this is about. Waiting for what? Better yet, for who?

“How’s your sister?”

“Oh she’s…” robbed a bank, stole a famous painting, vandalized quite a few monuments, blew up a police station and sprained her wrist. “...doing well” 

“That’s good to hear, I heard rumors of your father getting released?” 

“Yes, he is” i say. Finally after nineteen years in jail for honestly a crime that's greatly exaggerated, he’s coming home. “Two weeks from now dad will be home again.”

I have to keep the childish giddy feeling that flutters in my chest, the nervous wreck of my teenage self and my overjoyed now reigned in. If I don't just talking about it puts me on the verge of tears. He's my dad, he's my dad who I've been seeing through a piece of glass and talking to over hour long calls at a time with men itching to find a reason to cut it short since i was seven. He missed the end of middle school, my high school graduation, the end of my official medical education and he wasn't even allowed out for his mom’s funeral. I'm elated to say the least. 

“I remember your dad in highschool” he says thoughtfully. “We all knew he’d do something stupid one day, but all of us knew he was also harmless” 

I would not describe my dad as harmless per say, he can cause some real damage if he tried, there's a reason he’s in jail. The only crime he committed was i guess treason and like breaking and entering but otherwise the crimes he was nailed with are fabricated. I’m not gonna tell him that though, he is an ex sidekick and a government worker who can easily have any of us investigated.

“I’m glad things are working out for you Sage, you're a good kid” he says, glancing at his watch.

He frowned. Whatever we were waiting for was late. I want to know if i'm right, who it is that’s late and why they're late. Better yet actually, why i wasn't told about this meeting in advance but i have doubts on that being answered. He sighs and looks at me apologetically.

“Im so sorry for the wait” he says

“It’s ok, what is this about?” i ask

“Well as you know there have been some reorganization-”

The door opens and a tall black haired woman stands in the doorway, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She’s really quite pretty. Shoulder length black hair, pale skin, tattoos up her right arm and on both legs. She seems familiar. No one i've worked with but I'm pretty sure she’s Chameleon. The Chameleon is an S level Sidekick who could easily get through the ranks of Heroism but chooses not to.

“I'm so sorry, got caught up in… traffic” she says, clearing her throat and glancing my way.

“Thank you for finally joining us Kassidy” he says. “Have you two met yet?”

“No sir”

“Not formally no” Kassidy says

We haven’t met at all. Have we? I think we’ve passed each other and just nodded in acknowledgement and that's not even meeting. Otherwise not in the slightest. 

“Sage, this is Kassidy McGarthy, Kassidy this is our best healer Sage Cyris” 

I nod with an awkward smile stuck to my face. She holds her hand out and I take it. I don't know who she last fought but holy shit. Her side is mostly just on big bruise and the opposite shoulder has certainly seen better days, not to mention a nasty scar from her younger years of fighting and a weird ankle that was reinjured recently, maybe a month or two ago? I can’t help myself, I send a warmth through her to speed up the healing process. She hardly notices.

“Nice to meet you”

“Pleasure” i say shortly

“Joined at the right moment, i was just about to explain to Miss Cyris here what’s going on” Mr. Peters explains. He adjusts slightly before continuing, “as you are both aware, the Hero’s Commission has been making adjustments throughout the all of the sections, one of those changes includes pairing up healers and Sidekicks, we have done so based on skills, ranking and threats” 

I look at Kassidy. She looks unimpressed with the arrangement, her face fixed into a tight frown. The way Sidekicks and Healers are set up is different from each other. Sidekicks are commissioned to work with heroes for a time, like rent a sidekick. Healers are normally in one place, here, and heroes and sidekicks are brought to us or us to them depending on the situation. On a few occasions heroes will hire us as a permanent member of their support team. I tend to be nitpicky about salaries and benefits and all that shit, hence why i'm still with the commission.

“We are doing and official announcement to the entire commission next week, when everyone is no longer set up with a hero” 

“So why are you telling us this then?” Kassidy asks

“Wouldn't it be easier to have us know at the same time as everyone else?” i ask

Mr Peters nods, “you see you two are in a special situation” his hands close together and i notice the stack of files on his desk. There’s four of them. Hes looking at me over the frames of his glasses, i've gotten to it too soon. “There's a contract in the works between us and the some of the great new heroes, in order to give out best healers and sidekicks our best available opportunities, you two have already been assigned, you have the rest of this week to become familiar with each other and” he hands two folder to each of us. The official Hero’s Commission Headquarters stamp sits across the folder with Mr Peters signature on the corner of the stamp. “You will also become familiar with those files, one is the other’s file, the other is the file with all the pertinent information about the hero you are assigned to. Next monday you will be making yourselves at home with their headquarters and familiarize yourselves with the hero in and out of costume in person” 

“I have a question,” i say , skimming over the information in the folder about Kassidy.

“Yes?”

“So instead of having a conversation about things, we just have everything about each other right here?” i ask

He smiles kindly, “private history is not included. i ensured anything you wouldn't want them to know wasn't in there, with that said, there are criminal records, family records, schooling and so on”

I glance at Kassidy who’s looking over the first page about me. I look at Mr Peters, sure my hesitance is clearly written on my face. I can only see this going wrong. My family is reason enough—a villian, a vandal, my own records even—to not want to be associated with me beyond the bare minimum. 

“Any other questions?”

“Yeah, we’re not like, moving into the HQ right? I know sometimes that's a thing” Kassidy asks

“Not unless you and the hero arrange that”

“We’ll be working exclusively with them?”

“Yes”

“Are they paying or is the commission?”

“Commission”

“How long?” i ask

“You two will be working together permanently, with the hero, it will be a year.”

[hyeitsju]

Loona on the first date!! pt.1

(Loona x FEMALE Reader)

Note (pls read):

I got bored so I wrote this. It’s not gonna be perfection, just a short fun thing. reader is short in this! She’s my height (4’11) but if you want Loona w taller reader, just request it! Seriously, y’all, I’m pretty sure my request box is growing cobwebs.

🐰heejin🐰

This girl is SO romantic

She picks you up, brings you roses, maybe a necklace too, brings you to a fancy restaurant, and without a doubt runs over to your side of the car to open the door for you when you reach said restaurant.

Listens intently to every word you say

If you mention a random ice cream flavor you’ve been wanting to try, you can expect her to surprise you with some on a random day 6 months later

Constantly complimenting you

So cheesy, she def gave you her jacket and refuses your attempts to give it back to her

Also a dork, she says so many dad jokes that are so unfunny they’re funny.

But it’s Heejin so it’s okay

Heejin is so affectionate as we can already tell, she’ll be holding your hands constantly

If not that then she had her hand around your waist or on your thigh the entire time y’all are in that restaurant

Heejin just HAS to pay for everything, absolutely no room for negotiation

After, she’ll invite you to her apartment where you’ll meet her pets and she’ll show you photos of her younger self

Talking about random stuff, really just enjoying each other’s company

By the end of the night she’ll drive you back home

OMGGG holding hands on the car ride back to your house

Waits for you to get in the door before driving back, frantically texting the Loona gc about what happened with a huge grin on her face

AHHH

🐱hyunjin🐱

She does an at home dinner date

Just eating some of her fav foods while y’all watch movies together, with paldo and nongshim ofc, chatting about random stuf

You aren’t watching romance or anything like that. Y’all are watching horror. Per Hyunjin’s request.

Is constantly holding your hand, it’s just makes her so happy and makes her smile a big smile she can’t hide even if she wanted to.

It makes things feel more official to her.

Hyunjin is lowkey looking for paldo and nongshim’s approval so when she saw that they immediately liked you and were jumping and cuddling up to you, she knew you were the one.

After that, she shares her bread with you.

Takes a ton of polaroid pictures and puts them in her phone case, makes them into a keychain, posts them on insta and fab, put them on her pin board,

You name it, she did it.

Ends in both of you asleep on the couch, cuddling with her arm around your waist

While paldo and nongshim steal the snacks y’all left unattended on the coffee table

🕊️haseul🕊️

Haseul strikes me as a picnic girlie

Loved preparing the food and organizing it into the little picnic basket 🧺

Y’all both arrived at the park in your own cars, meeting up underneath a big tree

Haseul set up the blankets and laid out the food for yall to eat

Watching the sunset as you both talk about any and everything

She does most of the talking, just loves to ramble about how life is going

But loves hearing your thoughts about it too

Scaring away the birds for her=immediate win

Haseul, being Haseul, worrys on and on about you

Saying things like:

“did you eat today” *piling food into your plate*

“you seem thirsty, are you sure you drink enough water?”

“You know, being on your phone that much can damage your eyes.”

“You’re done? But you still have so many veggies on your plate!”

Although she really does mean well.

Feeding the food to you AHHJAKZJVAKELD

I feel like she’s the kind of girl to instigate the first kiss on the first date

Right when your leaving back to your separate cars she gives you a hug and when she pulls back and looks down into your eyes, she just cant hold herself back and kiss you

It would be the best kiss ever btw

And when she pulls back she would be a blushing mess, rushing a by and hurrying to her car

Immediate going to call the girls and telling screaming at them what happened

🐸yeojin🐸

(Y’all are classmates and sit next to each other so you know each other well)

She takes you out to an amusement park

She is so hyper the entire time, trying to win over your heart in every way possible

Even though she already has it

First, you two head to the games area

She goes to every single one at least twice and only wins you three big prizes

She ain’t the strongest, sorry

Is actually so happy that you’re her height, like, she mentioned it every 20 minutes

You end up going back to the car and put all the prizes she won into the trunk and back seat

Then you head to all the rides

You go on a few roller coasters and have a ton of fun

The roller coasters were def her favorite part of the date because she had an excuse to hold your hand

Eventually you both get dizzy and decide it’s time for food

You barely eat anything, though, because of the nausea..

Not the best idea on your parts

After a lot of protesting from Yeojin, you both head back to your dorms

She is very sad to be leaving, even though you’ll be seeing each other in class within the next 10 hours

Gives you the biggest hug before leaving

🦌vivi/kaahei🦌

(I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR HER SO I JUST THREW THIS TOGETHER, IM SO SORRY YALL ILL TRY AND MAKE SOMETHING FOR VIVI TO MAKE UP FOR THIS)

Now her, she’s actually the reason why this half was so delayed

I could not, for the life of me, think of anything for her

I have, however, decided that she would choose to go to the bookstore on the first date

You each pick out a few books for the other to read before checking out

You head over to a café and drink some coffee as you read together in silence

Not much happens, it’s just comforting silence

You both read until the workers have to notify you that they’re closing and you both walk to your own homes

🦉kim lip/jungeun🦉

She takes you to the movies last minute because she forgot to plan for it

Y’all end up seeing Barbie

Not a bad decision at all, y’all end up loving it

Jungeun is nervous as hell, she doesn’t make eye contact at all

She does however hold your hand throughout the movie

Ends up crying but denies it whenever you bring it up

After the movie you get back into her car and drive to a fast food place

And have a debrief in the parking lot

She def kisses you when dropping you off at your dorm

And not a peck or anything, a deep passionate one

When she pulls away she puts on a cool face but she’s actually having a heart attack inside

You can tell but decide to pretend you can’t

Yeah this is, like, 2-3 hours more than I said but I will have part 2 up within the next 10 hours, I’m almost done w it

[hangmansgbaby]

200 Follower Special!

Y'all gonna make me cry! Thank you for the overwhelming love and support!

Every follower milestone (essentially every hundred I reach) I'm dropping a sneak peak of whatever WIP is currently open.

So enjoy a sneak peak of Always Darling 3!

“Mama! Look what Auntie Nat got me!” Elle comes running from Phoenix’s car when she sees her mom.

“Look at that. Is that an F-18?” Y/n questions, admiring the joy in her daughter’s eyes. 

“Just like what you and daddy and Auntie Nat and Uncle Yote fly!” Phoenix laughs walking up to meet them

“That's right, baby girl.”

“I wanna fly like you! I wanna be cool like you and Daddy.” 

“I hope you always think you’re dad and I are cool.” Y/n hugs her daughter before grabbing her hand. “Do you wanna see an actual F-18?” Elle nods quickly, jumping up and down and y/n leads the way.

“Are you sure that's a good idea? What if Mav or Rooster are around?”

“It's been 2 hours since we were dismissed, I doubt it.”

“Let's go Mama!” Elle starts pulling on y/n, her giggles echoing through the hallways.

“Ellorie! Stay with us please!” Y/n shouts as the little girl takes off running.

“Oh, hey there little one.” Y/n catches a glimpse of who Elle had just bumped into and groans. 

“Fantastic.” She mumbles under her breath. “Ellorie! I told you not to run off like that.”

“Sorry Mav. She’s a little ball of energy today.” Phoenix says.

“Let's go, Daddy’s waiting for us.” Y/n leads Elle around Mav and out the door. “Look over there.” Y/n points and Elle gets excited. 

“Daddy!”

“Hey, pumpkin! How was school?” Jake asks, lifting her up.

“Fun! We got to draw pictures of our family today!” 

“That's so fun! Did you have fun with Auntie Nat?” Jake questions walking towards the jets with Nat. Y/n stays behind because she cant feel Mav behind her.

“You have a daughter?”

“Yea. You would know if you didn’t abandon me.” Y/n scoffs.

“Y/n please. You’re really gonna keep that little girl away from her grandfather?”

“She has grandfathers, Mav. And fortunately for her, neither of them would ever dream of abandoning her.” Y/n retorts.

“I’m sorry y/n. I don’t know what else you want me to say.” Pete apologizes.

“I want you to stay away from me and my family. I think you’ve done enough damage.” Y/n says before walking away, interacting with her daughter who asks a million questions about the jets.

“Ellie bellie!”

“Uncle Yote!” 

Maverick watches how Jake and Y/n interact, especially with each other and their daughter. As much as he thinks they are exactly what's needed for the mission, he can’t orphan his granddaughter. Or send his daughter to her possible death. If he sends both of them, it’ll be another generation resenting him. If he sends Jake, y/n will never forgive him if he doesn’t come back. And if he send y/n, well, he’s pretty sure Jake will murder him for sending the mother of his child to her death. But he still doesn’t think Rooster is ready. He’s at an impasse and doesn’t know what to do.

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It's not going to look exactly like this, but this is the idea, and very similar On the front end, the windshield, the way the window goes, is almost. the same because it'd be a force heater and Dave had to try and wrestle with it, and he did not succeed. This is a nice way to do it. There's a few ways to do it. in the rear end and design on the side is close.

This is the idea for the roadster And you can't bring the front down too much and it looks pretty good. And it looks like the GT one, and it kind of does, because you did that It's not a bad idea, but it's a way to kind of not make it work. But they tried to do it this way to make it work on purpose It's halfway decent. The wheel wells are not quite right. They're close There's some accents that are kind of odd The way that the rear works is a little bit different. Not bad. It's close. We're gonna make modifications to ours and there's and it will be known as the Zephyr Roadster. And it's a startup. Well, you have people. down in the line. who? What's time to adore this year You're having a story where we have. it's done because it's significant. I'm going to work for that. I'd be okay. It's a funny accent. Supercross is kind of at the supercard. Look. in a sense, is you have to start with a basic book. design. It's the outline of the car. It's a sign view and What you can do? stop? but it isn't possible. Let me take this side to you. GT one. because that's close. And do you do any of the big house? But lately you take a look at the out of the finals. back. That's what it passed. But you know, I don't smarter you have less news existence. and the whole comes it and kind of keeps it going straight High speeds move through high speeds. How to get so deep. there may be a stall out. Good luck. She's saying we don't have time to answer. question. you need it. Try it. We can't go to expensive **** We're supposed to go to church. And they always stop it. It says through this is been proper cause the least often that is trying to switch fears. Make it more cost effective

There's a couple of facts that make this look kind of cheesy and really cheesy. The break up, the interior, the wheel wells. They put on a regular sedan, and it's an older style edging on it. It looks terrible. That makes. it makes it look horrible. And the thing on the bottom makes it look horrible. It looks stupid. It really. does. The back end looks O K pretty The back end looks OK pretty good. and actually kinda hot. when it's in combination. There's a couple things that would make it look a lot better if you made the arch the same color as the car. And you would also want to make the rear louvered even if it's not rear engine or mid engine at this time. And you don't. wanna make it look like the miata. It's at the wrong angle. That would make it look massively hot and the rear end needs to be a little bit less bulbous. And people start doing that with those and they said you're not. So it looks terrible and it really does. They didn't Asia and they thought it was gross. It's from Dave's card. It looks ridiculous. Thank you. So we are going to go ahead. and we're going to redesign with our teams and we're going to start making it 'cause nobody is and they suck No partners where we are. These guys are gonna be dead soon. They gave up their lives to sit here and be **** to each other And really they started doing it to our son and they. didn't stop and they're stupid little.**** American. They're damaged and never coming back. We don't have time for it

Thor Freya

Olympus

we do this now hear them too you cant ownt we did it all we are the only compitent ones and you make soap shampoo and such so waht. and we do too...the do but suck at it. and tons of brives kcik backs andnotmuch work and lousy quality. mean stuff at times. and people spit on them for thei ass behavour here and are leders adn they hit hte hirhg ups. and need this now. we help and they lose control but leders will rise up yes.

and do work yes

Savage Oppress

Olympus

[pwblogarchive]

July 2006

July 1, 2006

“sex and the city (the part theyll never tell you)”

its strange here this time of year. because the weather never changes.it is always summer here. so it doesnt feel like the same desperate love of these three pages on the calendar. or at least not what i am used to.patrick and i wrote a song yesterday. not a hit single or maybe anything that would even turn your head.noone knows how it goes.sometimes the worst wishes are the ones that come true.yellow and white lines to the coast.you can learn to love anything if its around enough.some people learn to love their mistakes.shakes hands. "thank you, our time is up".what keeps you coming back?i got a long rap sheet.(the statute of limitations is running out on you pretty fast).the powders wet. the sparks arent coming.the hammer isnt hitting. its spinning.you can learn to love anything.posted by xo @ 11:22 PM

July 5, 2006

the last thing i think of before i fall asleep and the first thing i think of when i wake

regardless of what stars i end up under- for the best and for the worst- you have made me who i am. and i try to make myself more decent and better only because of you.

haveanicelife

Posted by xoat 6:06 AM

June 5, 2006

Stick around long enough and everyone becomes parody of themselves 

you dont hate me, you hate the part of you that is like me. i cant sit here and ride my flaws until the end because the truth is i live the charmed life because of you and them. we are a gang. maybe its time to disband. im not sure i am thinking clearly but i just want you to know that i waited on you guys calls all night- they never came. i just wanted to say i miss you or im sorry or you know something that would have meant something to you. i would have made it poetic and memorable or at least something you could laugh at while drifting off to sleep. always trying to relive the glory days.

i dont care how poorly these sentences were constructed or how in the light of day i will wish i had not written them- right now i can only curse the fucking light off of this stupid western city because it wont ever get dark enough for sleep but otherwise how could you guide your way back here?

my head always feels warm right before i pass out, i always worry that there is something wrong and i wont wake up or you know i will. promise me that you wont take anything i ever say too seriously.

July 7, 2006

“his and hers”

sometimes i cant wait to be forgotten.i wish i could put up an away message in real life and just go to sleep forever.posted by xo @ 3:10 AM

July 7, 2006

“im so sorry, but not really. ('straighten up and die right’)”

i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.

July 8, 2006

“the fraternal order of the handsome boy”

ive been watching you from afar

my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the car

candy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding.

"youre the stranger ive been dreaming of", stranger than any ive ever known.

love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me.

late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you

to make you think of me the very same way i think of you.

i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them.

fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living.

that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history.

over and over again.

how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else.

how im humble and arrogant at the same time,

chased and never caught.

that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you.

that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care.

youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away.

the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up.

i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden.

i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you.

"im blowing smoke rings around the moon...."

i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.

Posted by xoat 2:36 AM

July 11, 2006

we used to talk on the phone every single day (nooneknowshowitreallygoes).

its strange the way people will window shop on your life or score it for style and grace.

my personality and everything about me is just a carefully constructed collage of magazine articles and flashy pictures.

i am (not) real.

sometimes the days spent all by myself in my head are the scariest.

its enough to make you want to pack it up and call it a day.

all i can do is read and write and wait.

ihavecodedmessagesforyou.aretheygettingthrough.

Posted by xoat 6:32 PM

July 14, 2006

a little life, alot of death (i want to be known for my hits not my mrs.)

i should probably not be typing in this mood. i wish there was a lock on the keyboard. it is too enthralling in a state like this. just like all of this has always been. the world around me has changed as if overnight. "for someone so smart you are acting pretty stupid". i cant focus on but like three thoughts in my head but i am compeltely wrapped in them. they keep me warm at night. i pray for something to crash into me and smash me back to something more simple. i pray for fistfights so i cant be knocked out and wake up in the e.r. i wish for disaster so i can be razed. im telling you if i could do any of it again, im pretty sure i wouldnt.

fuck your life under the microscope.

fuck your conclusions.

you have no idea.

it never got me anywhere but here.

over and over again.

every single time.

i wish for five months ago. and not in the way you would imagine either. "you are unfixable". my eyes are washed out but they dont feel clean. they are strong you know not the athletic type, but could definitely used to carrying heavy bags. im guessing in any real light i will delete this, apologies in advance. whatever caption is written next to the picture is the exact opposite of me. i am mapless. you are caught. lets go out and get forgotten.

bad news travels fast. and i am the worst of it.

i will always remember the day i met you.

"leave you feelings in your heart boy".

Posted by xoat 12:57 AM

July 22, 2006

“my phone cuts out in the same place every single day ("the gospel of gossip").”

it feels like there is so much to say.but it can only be said in songs.please dont go so quickly."The city with fires of night seemed an archipelagoWomen asked the love and for the dulieBut in my eyes of male horror I rememberThe busy ones of the evening were never prettyThen the day returned but sometimes without sunTo draw up the houses coast at coast at the edge of streetsWhere our lives with the other smilar lives are mislaidLives trailing their shade while passing in the streetIntercalated in the year they was widowed daysBloody and slow Fridays of burialsWhite and whole blacks come from the skies which cryWhen the woman of the devil beat her lover"guillame appolinairesend me a flashlight. i cant seem to find my faith.iwishicould.posted by xo @ 2:17 PM

July 23, 2006

“we used to talk on the phone every single day (nooneknowshowitreallygoes)”

its strange the way people will window shop on your life or score it for style and grace.my personality and everything about me is just a cerfully constructed collage of magazine articles and flashy pictures.i am (not) real.the puppy is purple after spilling a grape soda on himself. he then ate the tropic of cancer by miller. paperback, so i guess it went down easier.sometimes the days spent all by myself in my head are the scariest.its enough to make you want to pack it up and call it a day.all i can do is read and write and wait.ihavecodedmessagesforyou.aretheygettingthrough.posted by xo @ 8:32 PM

July 26, 2006

you spend every waking moment and many sleeping ones thinking of one heart, one person. you let it slip, they let it slip. who knows where it all begins or ends. but as it falls to pieces you keep grabbing them and collecting them less like for a museum of things that used to matter and more like you are going to keep putting it back together. except there are akways a few pieces missing each time. deep breaths. slow your heart beat. the road winds. there was a time before you always felt like this. try to remember pete. you are being pulled in every direction. everything is bigger under the microscope. you want it to be simple. you make it complicated. "hey, pete- i am middle ground. how come we've never met before". sometimes i wish i could re-engineer the path from my heart to the tip of my tongue and let my head have a shot at it. i dont got bigdreams, i just want to be okay. it comes down to my word versus your word versus the worlds word and i dont think i want to anymore. im worn out. my head is full, my eyes are empty. the dog loves the salt in the corners of my eyes and on my cheeks- i am nervous about cutting it from his diet. and i could and should be, and jealous of it, from the children on the street walking hand in hand with their mothers to the homeless man content with his world of a bench. and noone knows the way i spend my nights counting the individuals grains in the tiles in the bathroom, the coolness of the floor the only comfort- or if anyone does they dont want to ehar it, i cant blame you... i dont even want to hear it anymore. in the mornings the world is blurry. it comes in and out of focus. this is when im the worst. when i awake from a dream to realize that none of it was real possibly ever.one of the things stranger than realizing you are alone in this world is realizing that you are not.pupils the size of baby worlds.every bad decision is put on file for later viewing. mapquest your way back to me, take a turn for the worse and then continue for .5 miles.i want to file a restraining order against myself.and i want to be myself again looking at my reflection in your eyes from the first time i failed you. i am nostalgic for disaster. i want it back.he sleeps sound. he has no care for what buzzes and changes in the world around him.because of this i envy him.run away from a city because of one single heartbeat. it doesnt make sense.its not that i dont trust you, actually it is. and i dont trust myself when i think of you. i sell myself out.i wish you were awake right now. i just want to let myself be happy.posted by xo @ 3:53 AM

July 28, 2006

as i run away from everything i have ever known. just whisper in my ear."and the tears come streaming down your facewhen you lose something you can't replacewhen you love some one but it goes to wastecould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youHigh up above or down belowWhen you're too in love to let it goBut if you never try you'll never knowJust what you're worthLights will guide you home"so obvious. so much more brilliant than i could ever imagine to be.be bright and shine. its dark. im sorry ive come so off course.tell the pilot to clear us to land in your backyard.posted by xo @ 11:02 PM

July 30, 2006

regardless of what stars i end up under- for the best and for the worst-you have made me who i am. and i try to make myself more decent and better only because of you.happybirthday.posted by xo @ 3:05 PM

[indigo474]

Saturday-long run-

My runs are getting longer and taking more time. An hour - i was running about 35 minutes. my music still will not play when im running. ive tried to figure it out to no avail. it's so frustrating. i'm left alone with my thoughts. my breathing- my shoe was making a weird noise today- and i had to blow my nose on a leaf... i forgot tissues again. i checked the temp before i headed out and it was 35-- warm.. hahahaha.. 45 is hot. 20's cold.. i thought of my uncle chuck today and how when i was little her taught me the right way to paint my finger nails. that was the type of kid i was- i didnt ask how to do things.. i just did them and figured it out.. from a very young age. there was no one paying much attention to me. my mom always said children should be seen and not heard.. i dont even think they saw me. i was a good kid.. i dont even know if my uncle chuck is still alive. i wish i cold thank him.. for seeing me and teaching me how to paint my nails.

i spent some time with Mads today. always a good time.. mostly always. she likes working 3rd shift.. so far.. next week will be the real test as she is scheduled like really overnight. i'm glad she is happy.. but ughh.. i feel better knowing she is home,safe with me at night. i really do not like her out all night. she said the people are weird. i am done Christmas shopping and looking forward to a relaxing day tomorrow and Monday- i'm working a few hours on xmas. today was a good day. i feel blessed- happy - peaceful- my car is acting weird again.. months and months of it running good and today the dash decides to light up. madison said something about aunt paula.. we started taking about paula and how she basically hated kevin.. i was telling madison how it was normalized- the brothers being assholes was normal.. ohh thats just the way they are.. im convinced paula is an abused person. without a doubt.. it brings up a lot of things for me. once you see the truth you cant unsee it- how is it that i spent over 20 years with someone and knew nothing about him. i dont think there is much to know- he was and is just a shell of a human. nothing real to get to know- he of course knew nothing about me- his made up version of who i was/am.. bipolar like her mother. i can hear him say it. i have come to terms with my role in michael and meghan's life. i'm sure there will be a time when the pain of what is brings me to my knees- again.. i dont know much about anything but i do know that the pain does stop and i am able to find my peace again. acceptance- how many times in my life have i wanted things to be different how many times? ive spend decades wishing things were different- things are the way they are. i think of madison and how she has handled things. i know it hurts her. i'm proud of how she's handled herself and the pain she feels. i hope Michael and Meghan can heal themselves and live with the decisions they have made. how can 1 man cause so much damage to so many people? if i didnt live it i wouldnt believe it.

Madisons friend was telling me how her family has needed a kitchen table for years. I told her that someday htey would get a kitchen table- it takes time- i waited over 20 years for a dining room table. sometimes it take time. I feel bad for her friend. its just a bad situation. the mom doesnt food shop.. there is never any food in the house. maddy's friend had to have her hours cut at work because her mom would get less welfare. how is anyone supposed to better themselves? an uphill battle for a young girl that already has years of trauma behind her. i thought about x today more than i have in a long long while.. maybe because of the conversations i had wiht madison.. he actually told my children i was a sex addict.. i wanted to have sex with my husband.. who the fuck tells their children that. its difficult to not blame yourself when the person you're married to doesnt want to have sex with you. there must be something wrong with me..

someday.. someday.. he will get what he deserves.. eventually, we all do.. tomorrow... run.. i need new sneakers. i'm running longer and my feet are swelling up. i'm not sure-i'm hoping its normal.. i'm gonna need to do something. i dont think ill be running 13 miles by spring. i finally figured out how to use my fitbit.. to actually track my run. hopefully i'll remember to use it tomorrow. i'm excited for tomorrow- tomorrow feels like Christmas to me. i heard someone say my name at work.. i actually said who called my name.. no one..

one of my co workers gave me a bottle of wine.. i gave it away. my mom asked me if i wanted a bottle of champagne wiht out even thinking i said no Mom i dont drink. she said oh good.. i do worry that in the dating world not drinking can be seen as a red flag.. i'm not dating but if i was.. if someone does think not drinking is a red flag,i guess they arent my person.. alcohol is actual poison.. i think not working out it a red flag so there's that.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

"Well you've certainly impressed me…" Supervillain whispered from where they hid.

They watched as Hero assessed the damages and dragged the villain to the car. They called Sidekick to follow with an annoyed tone so they could leave.

Supervillain got out of their hiding spot and left too. No business staying around a crime scene where they'd probably get caught.

Switching to Civilian for the time being, they went to a nearby café. This was an interesting opportunity, but they needed to think everything over before they flubbed it. Too many parts, it was easy to screw up and never get the chance again.

They showed up later on a patrol, one of the few things Sidekick was trusted with. Plan in mind, they easily disarmed and carried the teen somewhere a little more private so they could chat.

"Yo-you're…" Sidekick stuttered.

"Supervillain," they finished for them. "I'm Supervillain. And I thought we could have a talk about Hero."

The other tensed. "I'm not going to give you any information. Or do anything for you. Or… whatever it is that you want."

Supervillain chuckled. "I already know you won't tell me anything. You're not allowed to learn anything that would be useful to me, right? No, I wanted to talk about being my protégé instead."

They looked baffled. "I- me? You- you want me?" They backed up a little. "No, no this is some trick, you don't want me to be your student I-I-I can't even-"

"Can't what?" Supervillain challenged. "Cant listen? Learn? Can't fight? Oh, I know you can do that."

"I- I'm not able to take anybody down on my own, so-"

"Yes you can. I saw it the other day." They said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like someone telling their friend about some sort of drama between people you've never even met.

"You… you did?" they asked incredulously.

"Mhm." They added on, "your speed was brilliant, most people would never be able to run that fast, and how long you were fighting? You have great endurance. Oh, the way you thought to dive under their arm to get a hit in on their back? That was brilliant!"

They went on and on as Sidekick just stared, listening quietly. Patiently.

Waiting for the comments on what they did wrong, how they needed to improve on most of their techniques, how most heroes don't fight like that and sidekicks definitely shouldn't be getting involved the way they did.

"But then–" Sidekick waited to hear what they'd done wrong in the villain's eyes "–Hero got on the scene and told you off."

Wait, what?

"You said you were trying to impress them and they called you stupid, so I thought I'd give you the offer of training under my guidance instead."

They waited for a moment.

"Well?" Supervillain asked.

All Sidekick did was stare. "Uhm… well, I wouldn't be able to… I'd get kicked out of the agency and that's really like my home…"

"I can set up a room for you at my house."

"But-"

"Any accomodations you need, I'm willing to take care of."

"...I still have to go to school, and the agency is the only-"

"I will literally adopt you if I have to. No child should be talked down to like that. Now do we have a deal, or should I leave and we both agree to forget about this?"

Sidekick began to cry. They'd never had someone be so adamant about taking care of them before. It felt… good they guessed, even from a supervillain.

Especially the one currently hugging them. Rubbing their back, no hints of being angry at the sudden show of emotion. Gods did it feel nice. And comforting.

They took some deep breaths.

"I… I think I'd like that."

Short Prompt #1229

“I-I… I just wanted to impress you…” Sidekick muttered as they fiddled with the end of their torn cape.

The hero rubbed at their temple with a sigh. “Well… I’m certainly impressed by how goddamn stupid you can be.”

The sidekick didn’t respond, instead looking at the ground and fighting back their tears. Their mentor walked off to deal with the beat-up villain the young hero trainee had managed to capture.

With a sniffle, Sidekick waited on the sidelines dejectedly. They were unaware of the curious supervillain watching them from the shadows.

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, Vigilantes 78, Replies Part 2

1) “HE LOOKS SO OFFENDED BY THIS SHIT

“HUUUHH??” I CAN ALMOST HEAR THE DISGRUNTLED VOICE”- He and Endevour share the same taste in music, but he’s not the guy with a hair-trigger temper and a licence to fry…. 2) “The fuck you are using a phone for? Don`t pro heroes have mini communicators- oh wait, not a pro hero, I forgot that details. Carry on.”-I actually liked that little attention to detail there, though if they were volunteering, it might have been prudent to make sure they all had standard-issue equipment to use when the emergency actually went ahead. 3) “OH HEY, IT`S YOU, ONE OF THE CHARACTERS UNDER-UTILIZED ON THIS STORY, SO GOOD SEEING YOU AGAIN. ARE THE REST OF THE IRRELEVANT PEOPLE ALSO HERE?”- Gotta have all the side-characters located in one easily bombable spot for maximum drama…. 4) “Look pal, after just glancing at the lineup they had, I think y`all have a better chance of taking her down than the “heroes” have. Hell, we have three proto nomus here, even without trigger you guys can still pack a punch. “- On the other hand, none of they can fly, and they don’t have licences. Them interfering would likely only get them arrested for interfering in hero business, and they cant move fast enough to catch Pop, so it needs to be a speedster to counter her. Plus, it keeps them from being crispy charcoal from Endeavour’s firepower. 5) “Nah don`t worry boy, the city is always like that. You can`t even use that as a way to identifying if she`s around, considering the amount of villains we see on a regular basis. That`s just how Detroit is.”-I sometimes wonder what a ‘normal’ day in the MHA world looks like. There’s apparently villain and hero battles around every corner, and massive property damage galore, you wonder how society stayed so stable for so long. 6) “I think that Koichi could probably get there faster than y`all could drive him, but alright, sure, let the boy go on the car roof. He`s like a puppy, he enjoys the breeze.”- Also helps conserve his stamina so he’s as ‘charged’ as he can be before he has to start racing against Pop on his own. 7) “Oh no, a giant onomatopoeia! How dastardly from her! “- The trigger strains this time apparently came pre-loaded with Manga’s DNA traces. 8) “Oh- okay, I take that back, you guys actually recruited at least one hero with the ability to fly… which is not that much, I think some people with long range hits or crowd-control would be better suited for this. Sure, I know those people are ~volunteers~ but even so, if it is so important to take her down that you need to call a bunch of heroes exclusively for that then the least you can do is to select who is most suited to actually chase her.”- Judging by how Nomura was able to easily infiltrate, I think the only criteria they were looking for to stop Pop is ‘more boots on the ground to corner her’, without expecting any of the volunteers to actually tangle with her- merely tie her up and distract her so the pro heroes could step in before she did too much damage. 9) “You sure do Pop. You sure do. Unfortunately that won`t last, Koichi and the Fuckboys are almost here, and they are ready to swat you out from the sky. You need to see the firepower they put on that truck of them, it would put the U.S. army to shame.”- Knuckles may not have All Might’s ties to America, but his arsenal and prepping abilities would sure fit right in over there. 10) “ Oh hey, is that Phelps? I didn`t even remembered he was here.

Also, great observation there my dude, if only you guys had actually planned something, right?”- They planned to bring in a pro to handle the job. Unfortunately, they got the one who currently refuses to handle things with kid gloves. 11) “oh what the fuck dude”- Shit just got real.

12) “oh jesus fuck.

wow

now… Now shit got actually serious

holy fuck man, what`s this”- So, the volume cover for this actually spoiled Endevour’s appearance.

But it’s also a callback to MHA’s own Volume 9 cover page with Izuku facing off against a similar ‘counterpart’ fight, with a rampaging uncontrollable beast in the background…that Endeavour takes the place of for Koichi’s own showdown.

13) “Pop being possessed by the Parasite means that she won`t surrender, and even if Endeavor doesn`t incinerate her for not surrendering, she is gonna get caught, and if she does, the bees are gonna leave only a shell behind.”- Koichi also can’t reason with Endeavour like he could any other hero and explain the scenario, meaning that he’s now in a situation with a pro hero that will attack him if he interferes in official business and will treat him like a villain for doing so, meaning he will actually have to fight against a hero, and that’s grounds for being officially labelled one by the law. @thelreads​

[legobatjoker]

ARE YOU OKAY

YES YEAH IM FINE it was very ironic tho bcuz. it was my first time driving w my mom and it was to prove to her that im a safe driver .:)/(-(<]>\>|%|%

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Maillard Reaction

Patton invites his friend Devin to a Cottonwood family gathering.

Devin, naturally, brings his boyfriend.

Virgil, of course, also brought theirs.

This goes, predictably, in rather chaotic directions.

Pairing: Platonic intrulogical, romantic analogical, royality, and dukeceit

Word count: 4683

Warnings: mostly just good wholesome chaos, and one uncomfortable interaction with an unplesant family member complete with fantasy racist microagression

Notes: part of my Metaphysical Determinism verse

a commission for the lovely @i-cant-find-a-good-username

thank you to @trivia-goddess for beta-reading!

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Remus sat up in the back seat as Roman pulled into the driveway of the Cottonwood family home. Remus had never been – Devin and Roman both had, as guests of Patton, but this was the first time Devin had brought Remus with him.

As they climbed out of the car, Remus took it in with a furrowed brow. He’d never seen a traditional hobbit hole – or as an exasperated Roman had informed him was the proper term, a smial. He immediately figured out a pretty major issue.

“We are not gonna fit in that,” he said, pointing at the front door.

“You do have to duck a bit,” said Roman, “But just to get through the door. The ceilings are higher inside.”

“Why is it round?”

“Do I look like a hobbitish architect?”

“Can you two hold off on the bickering for at least an hour so Patton’s mother doesn't throw us out immediately?” said Devin, though he looked more amused than truly annoyed.

Remus sighed dramatically, like the request was awfully put upon him, and Devin rolled his eyes and led them to the side, around the little hill of the house.

Which was actually surprisingly large – it had been hard to tell, because it was covered in sod and flowers and therefore sort of blended into the lawn and the garden, but it was a sprawling thing with multiple doors and little windows with boxes overflowing with flowers, all of them that same cheerful round. As they came into the backyard, dozens upon dozens of people came into view, most of them hobbits, many of them children who were so small they were barely as tall as his shins.

Remus didn’t consider himself an anxious person in general, but… kids. Very small kids. Kids it was entirely possible for him to step on or trip over and do actual serious damage to. Not a fun thought.

But it did mean that their friends were easily identifiable – Remus had always delighted in poking fun at Patton and Virgil for being short, but they were some of the tallest people in the room. Virgil and Patton, a hobbitess who resembled Patton closely and was shorter than them but taller than most of the rest of the family who Remus presumed must be their mom, and an elderly hobbit with his arm hilariously raised to wrap around a gray-haired human woman’s waist.

Also with them was the pretty boy human guy Remus recognized from the coffee shop but had never actually met properly. He was pretty sure the guy was Virgil’s boyfriend, and as Patton waved and rushed over to drag Roman towards them by the hand, he turned out to be right.

Patton excitedly introduced Remus to his and Virgil’s mother Primrose Cottonwood (who insisted they call her Rosie), their grandpa Wieland, and their granny Sarah. Devin shook hands and was generally a social butterfly while Remus waved from behind him and dodged the shrieking mini children who were darting around all of them.

“And- wait, have you two met Logan?”

Pretty boy waved as Devin said, “Briefly yes, though I don’t think Remus-”

Remus waved again, specifically at Logan this time.

“You’re Short, Dark, and Scary’s boytoy, right?”

Devin snorted, before looking quite horrified with himself – Roman facepalmed and Virgil closed their eyes like they were taking deep breaths and counting to ten to avoid strangling Remus, which was his favorite expression of theirs.

“I supposed that is not an inaccurate summation, though I prefer the term partner,” said Logan, making Virgil choke, “You must be Remus. Roman speaks quite highly of you.”

“Oh ho ho, does he now?” said Remus, socking his brother in the arm.

“I have no idea what this deranged wizard is talking about,” said Roman haughtily, crossing his arms and sticking his nose in the air and clearly trying not to blush, “You are a plague on our house and a stain on the family name, and I harbor nothing but distaste for you.”

“You liiiike me, I’m your faaaaavorite brother-”

“You’re my only brother, that means nothing-”

“You talk about how cool and awesome I am to your friends because you’re a goddamn sap-”

“Language, Remus, please,” said Patton, looking like he didn’t know whether to look endeared or horrified.

“Fascinating,” said Logan, which Remus didn’t think people said outside of kitschy space TV, “Are you normally so verbally aggressive with each other? I do not have any siblings, you see, and you seem to have quite a different dynamic than Patton and Virgil-”

“Hey babe!” said Virgil abruptly, grabbing Logan by the sleeve, “I need your help by the snack table. Right now.”

Logan titled his head curiously.

“Why?” he asked, clearly confused.

They only mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “avoiding explosions” and dragged him off, sliding their hand down his forearms to hold hands instead as they walked away. Remus had no idea what that was about, but hey, Virgil was weird sometimes.

“Hey so, is there a place I can sit?” said Remus, rocking on the balls of his feet, “Because I’m having nightmare visions of accidentally stepping on a baby and that would probably put a serious damper on the party.”

He paused, reconsidering.

“Metaphorical visions,” he said, “So far, anyway. Roman, did you see me stepping on any babies in the car mirrors? Tell the truth.”

“No, Remus, you dumpster diving possum.”

Devin’s shoulders shook like he was restraining giggles, and Patton actually did coo that time.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry, they're good at not getting underfoot,” he assured, “They're used to us taller folks!”

“Really weird to hear you include yourself in the ‘tall’ grouping.”

Roman socked Remus in the arm.

“Well, I sure am here!” said Patton brightly, “But I promise, it’ll be fine. Go ahead and help yourself to the food, mingle, whatever you like!”

Devin linked one arm with Patton, took Remus’s hand in the other, stuck his tongue out at Roman – their little competition for the attention of their mutual two favorite people was as hilarious as it was kind of adorable – and led them over to the snack table. Roman followed, complaining loudly, and Remus laced his fingers with Dee’s and tried to relax.

---

Logan had the sneaking suspicion that Virgil was trying to distract him from something – he had gone along with it without complaint, because it was hardly unpleasant to spend time in Virgil’s company.

But it did present the interesting question of why Virgil was trying to distract him, because it meant Virgil knew something that Logan didn’t, something that was perhaps inconsequential, but, perhaps, was interesting.

And Logan was simply not one to leave a stone of discovery unturned.

He’d turned the situations from which Virgil had deterred or distracted him over in his mind, examining them, and found the one common variable across all of them was Remus Grimm.

The question then became why – Logan supposed that Virgil may think Remus was his “type” for lack of a more exact phrase, as Remus and Virgil shared similarly alternative aesthetics.

But Virgil had never shown signs of jealousy over their relationship before, and besides that, they didn’t seem to have the same dedication to pulling Logan away from Roman, who while more colorful in his expression was also rather entrenched in subculture.

So it was unlikely to be jealousy. Another possibility was that Virgil simply didn’t like Remus, as Logan had never heard them express any opinion of him, and in fact they had always been quick to change the subject while looking uncomfortable when Roman brought him up. But if that was the case it was highly unlikely that they would not have told Patton, and Patton never would have allowed an invitation to a family gathering to be extended to a person who made his sibling uncomfortable, regardless of if they were dating his best friend or not.

Logan continued to ponder this on his way to the food table. Hobbitish dishes were somewhat rich for his tastes, but there was an abundance of store-bought snacking foods like chips and jarred salsas along with the more traditional dishes. In a stroke of serendipity, Remus was there as well, and Virgil was currently distracted on the other side of the yard with some of their younger cousins, and therefore Logan was free to investigate.

“Hello,” he greeted.

“Yello,” said Remus, his voice a little harsher and more nasally than Roman’s, “Hey, do you know who made this weird whipped cream fruit dip thing?”

He gestured to the glass casserole dish filled with layers of fruit and whipped cream and jam.

“I am afraid I do not,” said Logan, “Feel free to ask around the gathering though, as I have never met a Cottonwood who was not delighted to share a recipe with a curious stranger.”

“Good because it’s fucking delicious,” said Remus, digging his spoon into the bowl in his hands, at which point Logan realized he had forgone the sweet crackers next to the dip in favor of filling a paper bowl and eating it like cereal.

“Interesting,” he said, “That is a much more efficient way to consume the food, especially if you are not overly fond of the accompanying crackers.”

Remus gave him a shrewd look before pointing his spoon at him. Flecks of cream landed on Logan’s nose.

“You,” said Remus, twirling the spoon in the air as Logan wiped off his face, “I like you. You understand the importance of getting tasty shit in your mouth as fast as possible.”

“I do indeed,” said Logan, “The social conventions of consuming food are a fascinating topic. People are prone to getting quite passionate about the ‘proper’ ways to consume things, to the point that there are a number of internet memes on such subjects as sandwich composition, what constitutes a salad, and diagrams classifying food based on starch location, all of which are equally arbitrary. Food is composed of macronutrients which we must consume in relatively consistent quantities – anything more complicated than that is only unjustified social convention.”

“Fully agree!” cheered Remus, “If I want to eat mayonnaise with a spoon, well, who’s gonna stop me? God? Please.”

“L!”

Logan turned, a frazzled Virgil rushing up and linking arms with him.

“Hey!” said Virgil, smiling in a way that was distinctly unnatural for them, “Do you mind coming and helping me with the grill?”

Logan blinked.

“… Cook?” he said, baffled.

“You learn quick, it’ll be great,” said Virgil, in spite of the fact that their previous stance had been that Logan was not allowed anywhere near a kitchen, knives, fire, electric stove burners, microwaves, ovens, toaster ovens, or toasters.

“… Very well,” he said, now certain that Virgil was trying to keep him away from Remus but mostly amused by the situation. He waved over his shoulder at Remus as Virgil pulled him toward the grill, and resolved to find him again at the earliest opportunity.

Because he was fairly certain that the reason Virgil was trying to keep him from Remus was that Remus was interesting, and Logan’s definition of interesting and Virgil’s definition of “terrifying” had a tendency to have quite a bit of overlap.

But it was fine. Logan was capable of restraint, and he would hardly do anything to purposefully trigger Virgil’s anxiety – he was quite certain he could socially interact with Remus without causing his partner distress.

---

Someone had taken Remus’s jacket when they’d shown up, only for Remus to realize more than an hour later that he had left his phone in the pocket. He’d asked for directions to the coat closet from Patton’s mom and gotten a string of what sounded like absolute babble, which he’d attempted to follow through the sprawling multi-family smial and promptly gotten lost. Remus would consider himself lucky if he found his way out of the building, let alone located the closet.

He opened another of those round wooden doors, only to find himself in an already occupied room with floors and walls in the same wood as the door.

“Oh hey Logan,” he said, before stopping short, “Holy shit is that a hot tub?”

“It’s a family bath,” said Logan, who was examining it closely, “Sort of a halfway point between a hot tub and a bathtub. It is for communal bathing.”

Stepping into the room, Remus came over to look. The tub was enormous, big enough to fit several fully grown humans or elves, which must have made it absolutely ridiculous for hobbits. It was a warm, creamy white, and did have little jets and stairs stepping down to the center along the sides.

“Sooooo, whatcha doing?” asked Remus.

“It’s broken,” said Logan, frowning, “They have a specialized plumber coming to fix it later in the week. I was wondering if there was a way to improve its function. Perhaps an inscription on the porcelain to keep the water warm longer.”

Remus beamed.

“Dude,” he said ecstatically, “I’m an artificer.”

Logan gave him a considering look.

“… Someone who was adept at enchanting physical components would make such a remodeling project go quite a bit smoother…” he said idly.

“If you help me find the coat closet I have a travel tool kit in my jacket,” said Remus, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, did you get lost?” said Logan, nodding and gesturing for Remus to follow, “I also did the first couple of times I visited the house, until I successfully created a map in my mind – it’s easier if you memorize key points that distinguish the different families areas of the house, look-”

Logan showed Remus various details he could use to orient himself, which was surprisingly helpful. For example, the area belonging to Wieland and his family and descendants was full of warm colors, lots of yellow and rich, earthy reds. His brother Dauid seemed to favor blues and greens, so it was easier to figure out what direction you were facing if you knew which side of the house you were on. And all of the kids and grandkids and great-grandkids had similar little details to notice, so by the time they retrieved Remus’s phone and tool kit and returned to the family bath Remus was pretty sure he could find his way out of the smial if given about fifteen minutes.

“Okay, so – perpetual heating water?” said Remus, beginning to scrape up the caulk.

“You’re going to take it apart? Is that wise?” asked Logan, though he sounded way more curious than worried.

“If there’s one thing I’m good at it’s taking things apart and putting them back together better,” bragged Remus, “Toasters, tattoo guns, mini-fridges, you name it. I once modded a thermometer to measure the amount of ambient celestial radiation in the air because the little aasimar neighbor kid kept breaking into my shed.”

“Fascinating,” said Logan, pulling out a notebook, “I believe I will only get in your way when it comes to the physical modification, so I will begin composing the written components.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Remus, shining a flashlight in the crack he’d created, “Hey did they tell you what’s actually wrong with it?”

“They did not.”

“Cool, a mystery,” said Remus brightly, “Wait, I got distracted – perpetual heating water. What else?”

“You think we have time to do more?”

“Course we do, we’re geniuses.” replied Remus, grinning at Logan under his arm.

Logan tilted his head curiously.

“You do not even know me,” he said incredulously, “How on earth could you have arrived at such a conclusion?”

“Because you’ve got immaculate vibes, Leclair.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Don’t worry,” grinned Remus, “I’ll teach you.”

---

Logan had an unfortunate tendency to lose track of time. It was not at all out of the ordinary for one of his friends to come find him hours later and inform him he’d been missing entirely, and most of the time it was Virgil.

So yes, he probably should have expected this.

“Oh toil and twenty kinds of trouble, what on earth did you two do?”

“Oh,” said Logan, looking up from his four pages of equations, “We are almost finished.”

“Not an answer!” said Virgil shrilly.

“In just a couple minutes your family’s gonna have the coolest tub on the continent, you're welcome.”

Logan looked around the room, at which point… Well, yes, he could understand why Virgil might be alarmed.

Remus had his tool kit, yes, but he had also commandeered miscellaneous tools from all over the house, including regular tools out of the garage, eating and cooking utensils from the kitchen (one of which was a fully cannibalized electric mixer), and an enchanted lock with no key he’d found in a junk drawer.

The tub was full, the water clear and faintly shimmering.

“I’m going to scream,” groaned Virgil, “Logan, honey, you have sixty seconds exactly to tell me what you did to the bath before we find out if I can shatter glass with my voice.”

“An enchantment here to keep the water warm for longer,” said Logan, pointing to where they’d marked the runes in the tub in glittering gold ink, “A sort of magical filter in the drain, so that the dirt can be magically filtered from the water without having to let it out completely, so water can be reused for more people. The faucet-”

He hesitated.

“Logan,” said Virgil, “What did you do to the faucet?”

“Calm down,” said Remus, sitting up, his face smeared with dirt, “It’s just like, the teeniest smidge of reality warping.”

“Why would a tub faucet need to warp reality Remus?”

“So the water comes out faster,” said Remus, looking confused, “Duh,”

Virgil folded their hands and pressed their fingers to their mouth, breathing deeply.

“Okay,” they said, “Okay, okay, just- fine. Alright. It looks fine.”

“We are almost done, darling,” said Logan sheepishly, “I apologize for worrying you.”

Virgil's face softened.

“It’s alright,” they said, “This is… I guess this is the least amount of chaos and destruction I could have found you two knees deep in so, small victories.”

“Ready!” said Remus, “And look, you can just tap the faucet now and it comes on like a touch lamp.”

Virgil gave him a weak smile.

“That’s nice, Remus-”

Remus tapped the faucet, and water poured from it just as they’d intended.

And then the water hit the surface of the already full tub.

The water rapidly changed from clear and shimmering to green and completely opaque, before beginning to give off golden sparks.

“… Uh-oh,” said Remus, tapping the faucet to turn it off.

The surface of the water continued to churn like a choppy ocean, the sparks and the green glow seeming to darken the rest of the room until the tub was the only source of light.

And then it snapped flat, instantly, the surface mirror-smooth and deep emerald, little gold glitters spinning like dust motes under the surface but never disturbing its perfection.

“What. The fuck.”

“Fascinating,” said Logan, sticking his hand in. It passed through the surface and disappeared, the sensation on the other side was familiar and unmistakable, even after many years.

Remus went to touch it as well and Logan allowed it since he knew Remus was half-elven.

“Is that a fucking portal in my mother’s tub, Logan Leclair?”

“Yes,” said Logan, “Specifically to the faerie realm, if I am not mistaken.”

“You opened a portal, to faerie, in the tub!?”

“Not on purpose,” said Logan, “I can fix it. Probably.”

“How did you even – I can’t even scream. I’m beyond screaming. My freak out has surpassed physical expression such as screaming or killing you with my bare hands so you should count yourself lucky.”

And then a hand came out of the tub, and Virgil immediately retracted the stance on screaming.

Logan recognized him by the time the hair was emerging, and resisted the urge to groan in frustration. Remus stepped back in vague alarm, his hand on something small and round in his tool kit that Logan expected was probably explosive, but he waved at Remus to put it away.

The archfey stepped onto the floor and gave Logan a cool, unimpressed look.

“Hello, Grand-père.”

“Hello, Elouan,” said Jeannot, “I take it this was not an attempt to visit your poor lonely grandfather?”

“It was not,” Logan replied coolly.

“And who is- a yes, the halfling paramour-”

“Grand-père!” Logan snapped, frustrated. Virgil just crossed their arms and regarded Jeannot with the kind of distaste they normally reserve for poorly cleaned dishes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the hobbit, my mistake,” said Jeannot airily, “Mortals are always changing their languages on your old grandfather Elouan, I simply forget, you understand don’t you Mx. Cottonwood?”

“Completely,” said Virgil, smiling in a way that was quite unfriendly.

“And who is this?” said Jeannot, gesturing to Remus.

“A friend,” said Logan, “You have my apologies for the mistaken portal, Grand-père. We will undo it as soon as you return.”

“Fine, fine,” huffed Jeannot, “I can tell when I’m not welcome. I do hope your… studies are going well, Elouan.”

“They are,” said Logan, barely managing not to grit his teeth.

“Good man, good man,” came the reply. Jeannot stiffly patted him on the shoulder before stepping back into the tub and sinking down in one smooth motion. The surface never rippled.

With perhaps more force than was necessary, Logan snatched up one of Remus’s screwdrivers and scratched one of the runes hard.

With a puff of white smoke, the portal vanished, and Remus immediately pulled the drain to let the water out.

“Dude,” said Remus, “I thought my immortal granddad was an asshole. The fuck was that?”

“A rather standard interaction, unfortunately,” said Logan, rolling his eyes, “Virgil, darling, are you okay?”

Virgil’s sharp look went sympathetic, and they came over to peck Logan’s cheek.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than your stuck-up gramps to actually upset me, L.”

“I am glad,” Logan replied, taking their hand and kissing their fingers.

“Like,” Virgil continued, “Opening a portal to faerie in my family’s communal bath. For example.”

Logan gave them a sheepish look.

“I presume I am… metaphorically in the dog house?”

Virgil looked at him for several searching moments. Logan kissed their fingers again, just in case.

Virgil sighed deeply.

“If,” they said firmly, “And only if, you can get the tub back to normal- not fixed, not perfect, just normal- in the next hour, I will not put you in the dog house.”

“Thank you, my love.”

“Oh, psh, piece of cake,” said Remus, “Only took us like half that to get it like this. We can fix it easy-”

“Not fix!” said Virgil, pointing firmly, “Normal. Normal tub.”

“Fine, fine. Killjoy.”

Virgil gave Logan one last peck.

“One hour!” they repeated, pointing between the two of them, “And don’t think I can’t get Devin on my side Grimm, you’re not safe you bastard.”

Remus saluted with a roll of his eyes, and Virgil left them to their devices.

“Ready?” said Remus, eyes bright.

Logan grinned.

“Ready.”

---

“So some rando climbs out of the damn portal, I don’t know what the fuck is going on but Logan seemed to know this strange archfey, as well as just stuck his hand in the portal with no consequences even though I thought he was just a garden variety human-”

Devin had his head pressed to Remus’s shoulder, giggling wildly. Roman and Patton were curled up in the grass, leaning against a log, and Virgil had parked himself in Logan’s lap and kept trying to look disapproving and failing.

In hindsight, Virgil admitted to themself, it was kind of a little funny.

The six of them were circled around the fire pit, most of the guests gone home and the rest of the family gone to bed.

“And then Logan starts speaking French, which is totally left field-”

“My last name is Leclair, Remus, it is hardly that surprising.”

“Do I look like the kind of guy who knows the etymology of random surnames off the top of my head?”

“But you know the word ‘etymology?’” said Logan, amused.

“Hush, you’re trying to tarnish my himbo reputation.”

“My mistake.”

“Anyway,” Remus continued, “My ears are still ringing from Virgil just absolutely losing their complete shit-”

“So,” said Logan quietly, nudging Virgil to get their attention, “I believe I have arrived at a conclusion.”

“About what?” said Virgil, sleepy with the dark and the heat. They turned and nuzzled harder into Logan’s chest.

“Why you were trying to keep Remus and I separated.”

Virgil stiffened.

“… You, uh. Noticed that, huh?”

“I did,” said Logan, though he looked more amused than offended, “And seeing as our proper acquaintance lasted approximately thirty minutes before we caused an inter-realm incident, I cannot say that I can fault you for the assumption or the attempt to avoid it.”

Virgil relaxed against his chest, huffing a laugh.

“Honestly?” said Virgil, “It was a lot, way too much, in fact, but I have to admit it could have been worse.”

“I am surprised by your supposition,” said Logan, “How so?”

“I mean, the smial is still standing babe, I am calling that a major win.”

Logan let out an inelegant snort and Virgil grinned into his shoulder.

“I will endeavor to try harder to restrain myself around Remus,” said Logan, “Seeing as we apparently have the exactly right kind of energy to cause untold chaos when in close proximity.”

“Like you need Remus’s help to cause any kind of chaos.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Remus, pointing at them, “You are totally not listening to my very cool and funny story.”

“We were there, Remus,” deadpanned Virgil, rolling their eyes.

“Yes, but I tell it better.”

“Better than first hand memory?” laughed Logan.

“I mean, memory is hardly objective, the brain-” cut in Devin.

“Then his memory isn’t any better-”

Virgil squirmed around a bit in Logan’s lap so their back was flush with his chest, and then tilted their head back to rest on his shoulder. Closing their eyes, they breathed deep and even the night air and let the sounds of all their friends and their boyfriend wash over them.

Honestly… they thought the chaos might have been worth it, in the end.

---

Devin crawled into bed next to Remus, who cheerfully rolled over and snuggled up to his side, his head on Devin’s chest and an arm and a leg thrown over Devin’s body, trapping him underneath. It would be a pain in the neck if Devin had to get up and go to the bathroom at any point in the night, but it was so comfortable and sweet Devin never had the heart to complain.

“So,” said Devin, “Logan Leclair.”

“I know,” said Remus, perking up, “Oh, I’ve gotta get him in the tattoo parlor with my equipment. I bet it’ll be a riot.”

“I suspected you would get along quite well,” said Devin, stroking Remus’s hair, “I didn’t have inter-planar incidents or family drama with immortal grandfathers on my bingo card though.”

“Virgil was trying to cockblock me. From friendship. Friendblock? No, that sounds like a Facebook thing. Is there a word for that?”

Devin’s shoulders were shaking with fond mirth and Remus continued to ramble about who Devin suspected was his new best friend like a kindergartner returning from their first day of school. It was unfairly adorable, though Devin would never say it unless he was in the mood to hear Remus whine playfully about how cool and tough and badass he was. Devin would fondly make the case that he could definitely be both, and the whole debacle would take at least an hour, so right at this moment when he was trying to fall asleep was probably not the best time.

He pressed his lips to Remus’s forehead and let his cheerful, ecstatic monologue wash over him, and his dreams were full of enthusiastic chatter and firework-explosions.

Devin couldn’t wait.

---

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Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

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Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner.  Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing. 

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you. 

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!” 

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.” 

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

[yanderemommabean]

I was going through your archive when I found a post that I love so dang much. It's the one where you take a demons power to go to different anime's. But surprise! Everyone is yandere for you now. But I gotta idea for it. Let's say you FINALLY get back to your universe, you're thinking that no more yandere's are gonna go after you. Then you see L in a cafe, Sebastian along with Ciel coming out of a car, and all the yandere's you THOUGHT you escaped from have just entered the Real universe.

You think you’re safe, you think that finally you can rest and not have to worry about being taken, being stalked and watched every living second of the day. The world seems to have slowed down, you no longer feel the need to run and escape from those you once looked up too and favored.

But then you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck. That familiar trepidation turning into dread, sinking your heart and stomach. Call it instinct, call it magic, but you knew in your gut you weren’t actually safe.

A familiar blond bombshell with red wings is being admired down the street, his golden eyes piercing yours while he wears his signature playboy grin. Like a true hawk cornering it’s prey.

Just a few feet beside him, a man with a green and black checkered jacket is seen asking people all sorts of odd questions, you can only guess that he’s asking about you.

No. No this isn’t fair! This isn’t supposed to be happening! You want to scream, to dash the other direction, but you also want to fight them out of the absolute frustration of being chased constantly without a second to breathe. That fucking asshole demon! An absolute bitch!

You begin to search for a route that would help you hide. Alleyways, crowds of people, stores with accessible storage rooms, anything would be a godsend to hide from the ever growing list of problems and psychos following you.

While dodging as many pedestrians as possible was a skill you’ve reluctantly been honing in on lately, it was going to happen that you’d lose focus through your panic. You collide into a muscular, well built man with his hair in a tight bun. Beside him is a smaller, but still taller light haired man with an apologetic smile.

Asahi and Sugawara. Of course, even the sweethearts are after you.

“Oh-oh my goodness Y/N! I’m so sorry! I know I was looking for you but I didn’t mean-“

“Easy Asahi-“ Suga soothed, helping you up off of the ground while you wince and scrunch your nose. While colliding with the absolute unit of a man, you fell back and felt a crack as you used your hands to break your fall, and it looks like your body took that term literally.

“Oh god, that doesn’t look to good” Asahi murmurs, gently rubbing his thumb over your ever swelling wrist. His lips softly kiss the skin while Suga places his hand on your back, guiding you to walk with them as he beams his beautiful smile down at you.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to worry about anything, we’re gonna take care of you. I guess the whole team kinda scared you off huh? They tend to do that when overexcited” he smiles, as if any of this was remotely normal.

You were trapped. Not only where they more capable of chasing you down, their height and strength combined meant you couldn’t possibly get away, unless some miracle occurred. And lately? That’s been a commodity you’ve been starved of.

Asahi continues to ask if you’re ok, stuttering and timidly looking away on occasion when all you manage is a grunt of irritation and pain. You can’t even focus on where these two are taking you, your wrist throbbing and burning as the impact of the damage done starts to sink in.

As you are turned down a sketchy alley, Asahi abruptly stops in his tracks, pushing you behind him and giving Suga a stern and suspicious expression. Suga just nods, and pulls you close to him as he whispers in your ear “Stay beside me, ok? Not to make you worry or anything but...we don’t think we’re alone here”.

Fucking duh. Of course you aren’t. There’s as many psycho, obsessed anime characters as there is germs at this point. For all you knew cells from cells at work were coming to take you. And it would be kind of funny if that wasn’t a real possibility!

You just bite back a sob of frustration, tears freely running down your face as you collapse to the ground and bury your face in the hand that wasn’t currently having a malfunction. Suga assumes it’s the pain, kneeling down to try and soothe you the best he could. Seconds later, a blade swings by and misses you both by just millimeters.

Looking up from utter fear, you see none other than Zack Foster standing with an unhinged expression. “Alright you had your fun you little runaway, but I’m kinda getting tired of chasing you all over creation. A mans got needs you know? Cant keep his needs away from him forever!”

Asahi tightens his fists and puffs out his chest, stalking closer to the scrawny man as he sets his scythe against his shoulder. “You aren’t even close to worthy of having Y/Ns love! You just nearly killed her!” He shouts, giving Suga a nod to lift you up and make a run for it.

The two continue to throw jabs and tauntings as Suga gently lifts you, nuzzling into your shoulder as he rubs your back to soothe you. “You’re ok, you’re gonna be ok” he repeats, as if talking to a scared child and not an adult wanting to sell their soul again to get out of this nightmare.

Once again, because sure why not, Suga stops in his tracks and clenches you tighter to his chest.

You look over your shoulder to see just what new clusterfuck the universe has given you, meeting the demonic eyes of Rui, who’s webbing was ready to slice the man apart if he so much as breathed wrong.

“Enough games. Give me what is mine and I’ll make your death much less painful. Y/N was taken from me and I plan on getting rid of any and everyone involved”. His words were so calm, so matter of fact, as if he expected Suga to just comply and accept his fate.

You shut your eyes, hearing the voices of many other characters approaching like piranhas to an injured animal. Except instead of working together, they planned to tear anyone apart just to have you, and no matter the outcome you didn’t want to see just who the victor would be.

(-Mommabean, please leave comments or tell me what you think! Helps motivate me and to see where I need to work on more!)

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 02  —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00   01

⇢ Word Count : 

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots. 

A missed call from your uncle. 

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb.  She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong. 

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at  Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

 “You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’.  As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a  little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.” 

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “  You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. 

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead.  A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door.  You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.