#the locals were nice but this wasn't the only weird thing that happened in that town that week

[arthropodboy]

This reminds me of the time I traveled to Oregon for the 2017 solar eclipse with some friends. We were staying in an area of totality to watch the eclipse, so NASA was there to collect data. On the day before the eclipse they held a presentation about how they learn more about the universe using solar eclipses, and dear god... that poor, poor lecturer.

He was the nicest astronomer, talking about something he obviously loved so much, to an audience that could not give less of a shit. We were an audience of 30 sitting in front of him, and then there were a bunch of people bopping about the room picking up NASA stickers and such. He kept giving me this look of desperation, (a then 17 y/o tomboy) because I was the only person listening to him in this entire group of 30, mostly everyone was either on their phones or obviously staring into space (but the wrong kind of space!) I kept giving him this look that said I'm sorry no ones listening to you, what you're talking about is genuinely interesting, it's not you, this just isn't your crowd! and this sad eye conversation went on for half an hour, until it was question time. And that's when things went from bad, to worse. He asked if anyone had any questions about his presentation, and they had questions, but not about his presentation. Person 1: So, uhhhh.... How do you think the solar eclipse is going to effect my mercury? Astronomer, trying to be as polite as possible: I'm afraid I don't know anything about astrology, I am an astronomer, not an astrologer (Astrology girlies, I love you, I like astrology, but I hope we can agree this WAS NOT THE PLACE to ask this question, also the person didn't even seem to know anything about astrology!!) Person 2: Don't you think, it's AWFULLY convenient that the moon is the EXACT right size to cover the sun, but not COMPLETELY cover the sun? Don't you think that's a little suspicious? Astronomer, with the light slowly loosing his eyes: ...Um, yes, we're actually quite lucky to have the moon be the size that it is, it enables us to do many things we wouldn't be able to do if it was any other size. (paraphrasing here a bit, it's been like 6 years) And then that was it. No other questions. Nothing. He looked at me like please ask a question but I just looked back at him like, I'm sorry, your lecture was really cool but I don't really have a question, also it's loud as BALLS in here and I can't think So then the lecture just ended. And everyone left. To this day I feel bad that I didn't give that sad old astronomer words of encouragement, he was just trying his very best. Anyways, I get the sense NASA folks deal with this shit, A LOT

is it just me or is NASA weirdly aggressive in their article about black holes?

can a black hole destroy the earth?

no, you idiot.

black holes aren’t planet gluttons, you bitch.

and the earth isn’t some weak-ass planet that would just fall in to a black hole like a sucker.

and that dumbass sun that we’ve got isn’t big enough to make a black hole like other stars.

you fool.

[nataliedecorsair]

I wanted to give you some of Pticenoga's Borderlands AU backstory, how she was raised by Shade and before starting her shenanigans with Vaughn.

Plus a bonus comic about how she decided to set up a meeting for Vaughn and Shade, but didn't tell Vaughn who is supposed to be there x) Mostly because Vaughn has met Shade before in his macabre World of Curiosities museum and thought that Shade is too weird for him. Well, that's the kind of person that would raise a feral harpy siren, gotta deal with it!

When she was very young, nothing bothered her much as she was just a wild baby exploring the world x) And Shade was a good father figure to her. However, as she grew older, she realized that she doesn't really "fit in": yeah, Pandora is a crazy planet, but not every person there is crazy. There are plenty of "regular folk" like Shade or other people from their town - and many others. And she was frequently called a monster, a mutant and many other things by the regular kids and even adults. She was wild though, could bite them or fight with them in a pretty feral manner, and, even though she protected herself, it didn't help the situation much. She wasn't crazy enough (and too small) to fit in with the psychos or bandits, was "too human" for actual monsters living on Pandora, and for a long time she had no idea she was a Siren, as even for Sirens she looked too different. Only when she hit her teens, she was able to confirm that she is one, started using her powers, and in her human form she could see the full extension of the glowing pattern she had on her skin. She still, however, didn't know why she wasn't born "normal", and there were no older Sirens around.

At some point, she decided to become independent and live on her own. Her "wild" upbringing was helping that a lot, and she felt fine being away from people. She'd still visit Shade frequently, of course, and at some point she'd even met Zer0 and could hang out with him for some time. As Zer0 is a mystery himself, they had some common ground between them (though constantly listening to his haiku were exhausting xD). Sadly, Vault Hunters attract attention, not always positive, and that was the reason why she got spotted by a big bandit gang (could be the beginning of Vallory's gang, but before she took over). And local scientists like Tannis already declared that there may be some connection between Sirens and the Vaults. And they noticed that she's a Siren, but also pretty young (and dumb). After the first Vault on Pandora was opened, there was plenty of weird and valuable stuff around, but it wasn't so easy to get it when you're just regular bandits. And when Eridians, the aliens that are guarding the Vault, are everywhere. The Sirens like Lilith were too strong for them, and hiring a Vault Hunter is expensive, so they decided to wriggle into her favor and use her to gain access to the area. She didn't know she was dealing with bandits first, she naively thought it's a rare case of nice fellows just wanting to be friends and such, plus the Vault could have answers about her origin, and the new "friends" confirmed it.

At some point, she realized she was being used, and got into a fight with the bandits - and lost, as there were too many of them, and she had too little experience, and they knew about Shade. She got kidnapped and told that she'd do everything they told her to do, or they'd kill Shade, so she had to obey. She helped them to fight the way to the Vault and get some of the riches, and during the process she felt that she really does have a connection with Eridians - they boosted her powers and helped her to get free, and kill every presenting member of the gang. She was worried about Shade though, so she left immediately to find him before the remaining members found out what happened and could harm him. But she was too late - the water source in their town of Oasis was poisoned, and every single person there died. Except Shade though - he lasted longer, but dehydration made him insane, and he turned corpses into the stuffed dummies he could talk to (though she didn't have much of a problem with this part). As she was gone for at least several months, he didn't believe she's real, and she had to adapt to the new reality.

She never got back to the Vault after that as she felt it was a source of more trouble than anything good (in her view, the price was too much for a bunch of physical stuff).

That lasted for years, and became a bit easier as her powers, enhanced by the Eridians, wasn't only serving the destruction,  but could eventually "heal" some part of Shade's mind, so the moments of clarity became more frequent (she didn't know it's the reason, though). And you still need money, whether you like it or not, so, when Shade decided to use his World of Curiosities as a spot of illegal deals and smuggling, she didn't resist, but would watch over him in the shadows in case something goes wrong.

Eventually, she calmed down and just embraced herself. And, after some time, she met Vaughn, whose personal struggles she could sense right away, as she had to experience "being different" herself.

[endearng]

Third time's the charm

Pairing: virgin!Spencer Reid x fem!reader Summary: During one of your movie nights with Spencer, you decide to, once again, take the lead. Or, you got cockblocked so often that you almost thought it wouldn't happen. WC: 3.1k Warnings: smut (nipple play and dry humping); reader thinks spencer might be asexual but he's just a shy puppy; they are desperate for each other; "ruined" movie night; virgin!Spencer my beloved. (I guess that's it. If I forgot something, please let me know!) A/N: Aaaand here it is! I didn't think I'd write smut so soon, hehe. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it - it's actually a sequel to Dearest friend, but can be read as a stand-alone. Feedbacks are highly welcomed and appreciated. <3 Masterlist

"It’s nice we finally have some time for each other," you hummed in agreement. "Thanks for coming over," Spencer said.

"You don't have to thank me," you said, sitting down on his couch after placing the drinks you chose from his fridge on the coffee table. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you confessed. It got him blushing.

Spencer started one of your movies. It was your choice: you usually took turns picking out a movie to watch together whenever you had the chance, since neither of you were keen of going out that often and you didn't have much time outside of work. It was a fun opportunity to know more of each other through your personal taste, since he often chose foreign films about humanities and you, well, you made him watch Easy A, which got him talking about Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter.

After the movies, you would talk to each other about it, maybe mentioning a personal experience that you remembered thanks to a particular scene or a character's arch. Maybe you would kiss.

Which was a problem. Well, not a problem, but, you see, you didn't have much time together other than going to each other's houses and out on a few dates, which were your favorite: Spencer often found the most beautiful, cozy places to take you, like coffee shops, museums, bookshops and libraries, followed by a nice dinner at a local restaurant. It was during one of those dates that something gave him the nerve to touch your hand. Holding hands quickly escalated to having his hands around you at all times possible, and it got to the point where you nearly had to peel off of him when he got too comfortable and you sadly had to leave to do something. These moments of physical touch were making you go insane, thinking about making a bolder move on him, but you thought that maybe he wasn't ready. Plus the fact that you seemed to be interrupted whenever things got too heated.

If you had a nickel for everytime you and Spencer had to stop right before you got intimate (in any way, really), you'd have two nickels, which isn't much, but it's weird that it happened twice. It was like the universe (more like Hotch and the gore that surrounded the team) were set on a mission for you to never have sex again. Besides that, more extreme thoughts plagued your mind and told you that maybe he wasn’t attracted to you like that. It often made you go home feeling a little bit insecure.

You knew that it was better to assume, but you were only human. After some pep talk with yourself on the way to his place, you convinced yourself that you would have to have this conversation with him, sooner or later. You thought so hard about this that you even came up with the possibility that he was asexual — you were fine with it if he was, obviously, because being with him made you feel whole. Still, you wanted, you needed to get this off your chest before you exploded with assumptions and unrequited feelings. Unrequited desire.

You decided to try to be subtle. Scratching the back of his head with your nails lovingly, you both watched the movie. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you. You could see the goosebumps on his arm, that must have been the trigger for the question coming out of his lips. You gave him a soft smile.

"It's called affection, pretty boy," you kissed the tip of his nose. "And I don't intend on stopping anytime soon."

You kissed his left cheek when he turned to look at the TV screen.

Then, you turned his head gently to kiss the right one. He glanced between your eyes and your lips, so of fucking course you were about to kiss him, but you decided to tease him a little and pecked the tip of his nose and gently kissed his forehead instead. He breathed out a laugh. Ticklish. It made you wonder where else he would be sensitive.

Stop, you slut of a brain.

When you were about to kiss his lips, you withdrew your face from his, smooching his cheek instead. He sighed, oblivious to your real intentions, impatient and utterly, stupidly in love with you.

Oops. There goes your heart. Out the window. Taking your judgment with it.

"Spence?"

"Yes?"

"Can I do something?"

"Yes," he answered. "You know can do anything, baby."

"This is a very dangerous thing to say to a girl who has the feelings I have for you," you said, grinning. His expression morphed into one that almost looked like sheer panick.

You slowly moved to straddle his lap, giving him plenty of time to stop you if he wanted to, his legs trapped between yours. You sat yourself on the top of his thighs. He watched every movement feeling like the world stopped and there were the both of you, moving in slow motion, movie long forgotten behind you. His breath hitched when he came to his senses and noticed the position you were in, now that you've done what you had. "Is this okay? It's more comfortable than kissing you like… well, that," you laughed softly.

"Yes. I-It's perfect," he breathed out, hands finding your waist.

You lips finally met his in a kiss that had both of you sighing. You found out that Spencer was a really good kisser — and you were proud to be the one with whom he practiced kissing to perfection —, your lips easily falling into a passionate rhythm. Gasping for air, you pecked him on those perfect lips that were red and puffy from all the assaulting you were doing, but he quickly pulled you in for another, this time, sloppier than ever, encouraged by your own boldness. He was french kissing you. Fairly used to it, but not with the intensity of it, you groaned in welcomed surprise, hands finding the nape of his neck and getting a grip on them, not so gently as you normally did. You pulled his hair down, breaking the kiss, lips tingling and lungs screaming for air. He smirked, feeling smug at the state he left you in.

You rose slightly from his lap, still holding his head and looking straight into his eyes. By holding yourself slightly above him, the pendant of your necklace grazed his chin, like he had imagined many times after watching you fiddle with it. God, it was finally coming true, having you in his arms and intending to let you do whatever you wanted to him and him only, the way that it should be ever since the day you met. You nearly made him go insane, pulling you closer to his body than you ever were, acting like a desperate madman. You smiled down at him and kissed him again, more feverishly than before, trying to tell him through that kiss that you were his. Biting his lower lip and earning a fucking moan, you sat yourself down on him again. You felt his bulge against your clothed core and the light contact made you feel lightheaded.

You were so caught up on him that it almost made you forget you needed to talk to him first. Unfortunately, as you tried to catch your breath and to find the right words to speak, Spencer felt his insecurities creeping up on him. Despite knowing it would be best to talk to you, he felt like voicing it out loud would push you away from him — which he didn't want. He was very comfortable with the indecent small distance between your bodies.

He was fidgety. You knew you needed to address this because your boyfriend wasn't the best at voicing his needs — you remember and giggled internally at how you had been the one to knock on Spencer's door asking him to put an end to your suffering by telling him how you felt. Heh. Kudos to you.

"I wanted to talk about this with you," you murmured, now feeling his kisses peppering the skin of your neck. You knew how much he was hiding from you because he wouldn't stop moving and it was very distracting, but if you didn't speak, it would be the end of you. "I'd ask if you were okay with me and you like this, about taking further steps, shit." You moaned when he fucking bit you and kissed you right after.

He pulled away from you, hands flying up to the back of your head. Foreheads touching, eyes locked in yours. "I want it. I want you, I mean. Been wanting you for some time now—a very long time, yes." He strongly shut his eyes closed, most likely working up the courage to say something. "But I don't want to... disappoint you," he finished, sounding insecure.

Not on your watch.

"Me too, Spence. God, I want you so bad," you answered, unable to look away from him, who now looked down, paying close attention to the rising and falling of your chest. "Hey, look at me, please," you pleaded. His eyes met yours. Oh, those maddening eyes... "Believe me when I tell you, baby, I want you. And if you don't want to do anything, you don't have to. I won't push you, of course. I just wanted to have a conversation with you before, because setting boundaries is important and consent is hot—" he laughed quietly. Making jokes was your go-to way of making situations lighter and he was glad for it then. You smiled when you noticed the sound he made. "And I'm also positively certain that you wouldn't like to have our first time on your couch."

"My first time," he revealed. softly. Eyes not meeting yours.

Oh.

You didn’t falter. "It doesn't change much, baby. I still stand for what I just told you," you assured him, "I want you to enjoy yourself, Spence."

Looking back into your eyes, he declared, "And I want you."

"You can have me," you answered, "You already have."

"You'd need to guide me. You know, hands-on activity. Because I’ve never done it before…" he trailed off.

"Lucky for you, I'm great at teaching."

His grip finds your waist, lips anxiously waiting for yours — and when they touched to mold perfectly in another breathtaking kiss, he felt complete. Like nothing bad could ever happen in the world just because you were in it. His past, his insecurities, the awful things you both saw on the field, nothing mattered. Looking at you, touching you, was a nearly an out of body experience. The things you got him thinking by just kissing him. And he thought his insecurities would get the best of him. Jokes on them, you exist.

You look at him through hooded eyes. "I've never felt like this before. I feel... tingly," he confessed, lovely smile on his face, eyes blinking.

"You're feeling good, handsome," you answered, glancing at his dazed eyes.

A beat of silence. Swallowing second thoughts. "Can you make it better?"

"Is that a request or a challenge?" You asked, grinning.

"A request." He answered shyly, hiding his face on your neck, peppering kisses on your skin. You were going to explode.

"Oh, don't talk to me like that," you shivered, feeling absolutely lost, "I might spoil you and give you everything you want," you sighed.

"Let me have it, then," he answered, voice muffled by your skin.

"I'm all yours, Spencer."

He had the audacity of blushing as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt. You smiled at him. In this state, if he asked for you to run naked around town, you probably would. It was dangerous, to say the least. Softly, yet desperate, the words left his lips. "Can I take this off?" He sucked in a breath. "Please?"

"Yes, pretty boy, you can," you answered. "You can have anything. I thought I already said that."

"Yes—You did. You did," he breathed out between needy kisses across your skin, getting rid of your shirt in no time.

At first, he was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. He hadn't seen many naked (or semi-naked) women in front of him, but you were something out of this world. The bra you were wearing matched your skin tone and pushed your breasts together and there was the fucking necklace, almost mocking him by being constantly so close, too close to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The view was almost overwhelming by itself. You looked at him, but he couldn't possibly come up with the words that would describe you in that moment. Words had failed him, nothing else in his mind but you. The tool he used to communicate, to access the world and how it shaped reality, to comprehend the mind of another person, to get to know others... He had nothing left. Except from the pulsing of his boner against your clothed pussy, that is.

Just like that, IQ of 187 slashed to 60, Emily Prentiss said, once. Funnily enough, when you passed by wearing a sundress.

Unable to talk but, oh, so able to use his hands, they traveled up to your breasts with a featherlight touch, which didn't stop him from feeling your heartbeat. He let his hands trail over the soft and sheer fabric of the bra you were wearing. Finding your nipples, his touch got more intense. He licked his lips. His actions made you shudder and sent a spark of excitement to your sex. "Pretty," he said. "So, so pretty, my girl."

"Do you like it?" You asked, breathless from a little touching. Pathetic. "I got these thinking of you. Wanna look pretty for you, Spence."

"You are," he said, looking into your eyes, his own foggy, hands reaching to touch your neck. "You're pretty all the time, it's so unfair to me," he murmured. "I really like them on you, but… can I take ‘em off?"

"Yes. You can do anything, Spence."

Spencer wanted to burn the sight of you, in that slightly disheveled state, in the back of his mind so he could remember it forever — not that he would have a hard time trying to remember anything. Nevertheless, he did everything so slowly, almost as if trying to tattoo on the tip of his fingers the softness and temperature of your skin. He inhaled deeply, consumed by your floral-scented perfume and lifted his hands to unclasp your bra. His fingers curiously, but unhurriedly, lowered each of the straps. Like opening a gift that had been so carefully wrapped he didn't want to ruin.

But did he wanted to be ruined by you.

The sight of your bare chest was marvelous, to say the least, and he timidly grazed his fingertips against the exposed area, eliciting goosebumps and a soft whine. His mouth watered, thoughts simply reduced to the need of having you in his mouth. The striped pattern on the soft skin of your breasts around your nipples were faint, barely there, unless if you took a close look at it. It goes without saying that he was blatantly gazing at your bosom at this point.

Pupils dilated, he looked up at you, hungrily, drawing his face closer to you, curls tickling the skin of your collarbone. He inhaled your scent, mind blanking. Tortuously dragging his lips on your skin (and unintentionally smearing some of his saliva on you, he was drooling, after all) as a silent request, the necklace brushing his forehead slightly. The grind of your hips against his answered his plead to taste you.

"Oh—you're so, so good to me, princess," you moaned when he finally wrapped his lips against the nub, playing with the other.

You felt almost overwhelmed with the attention you were getting and the reaction you were having to said attention. Your underwear was sticking almost uncomfortably against your core and you felt yourself aching for some relief, aching for him. So, as Spencer worked his hot tongue on your tits, licking, softly biting, sucking, making a mess on and of you, you busied yourself by chasing the relief you both desperately wanted. The solace it provided you both with was exhilarating and made you feel dazed.

Steadily rocking yourself against him, you earned a few grunts. "You're making a mess of me, pretty boy," you murmured as he switched his attention to the other boob.

"Give it t'me—I want it, I deserve it," he breathed out, body aching with lust, cock pulsing against your covered clit. His words only fueled the fire inside you, the coil in your lower stomach threatening to snap at anytime now.

"Yeah, you do, my boy," you breathed out, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck, nearly tasting your orgasm, "gonna look so pretty when you come for me, won't you, baby?" Both hands gripping your hips, mouth never leaving your skin. You sure would be bruised by tomorrow, but this, this was definitely worth it.

"Yes—Yes, I will," He whined. He fucking whined.

"Tell, me—ah—where do you want to cum, baby?"

"Shit—" until then, you were sure that was a word you'd never hear him saying, let alone that freely. "Gonna—Shitshitshit," moaning out your name.

That's when it hit you that he had cummed his pants. It was such a fat load that it had seeped through both his underwear and his slacks — which prompted you to reach your own high with a moan of his name directly into his ear.

Both of you feeling dizzy, you slump against him, feeling his arms wrapping your frame as you rested your head on his shoulder. You both took deep breaths, the only sound in the room. Well, besides the movie you both totally ignored.

"I can't get up right now... My legs feel wobbly," you chuckled. "Are you okay, Spence?" You asked, looking at him when you didn't get an answer.

"Yeah, 'm fine," he answered, "I mean, I'll be fine as soon as I recover from you."

You laughed sincerely, "From me? What have I done to you?"

"You gave me what I wanted, you spoiled me, you broke me," he said, a silly smile adorning his pretty face. You pushed him playfully. "I can't even explain what I'm feeling right now. My brain has stopped working ever since you straddled me. Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, babe."

"Wrong answer. You're so gonna keep doing that to me, so you'll definitely be trying to killing me from now on." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 1

Rules to Follow | Loki x Reader

The Avengers bring you to the compound after a series of odd events draws their attention. Life seems to be looking up, until your abilities start to show again.

Chapter warnings: 18+ for implied sexual content, false/medical imprisonment

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

The cold, bleak conference room was a welcome balm against the uproar of the last two days. 

You weren't sure how it happened. One minute you were furious, staring down from the balcony of your flat, anger bubbling through your veins. And then you were watching a row of cars burn in the car park below. 

Maybe you would've gotten away with it if the weather was bad. If less people had been around. If it hadn't gone viral on TikTok. If it was the first time you'd done something weird. 

It wasn't unusual for people to have strange powers, not anymore, but there were certain rules to follow. Rules that included not setting cars on fire and frightening passersby. Rules your grandfather had set about staying in the flat and controlling your emotions, taking your medicine and laying low. 

A hand snapped in front of your face.

“Okay kid, spill. What are you?” Tony asked. 

“Uhm, I’m not anything at all?”

“No, come on. Setting shit on fire, what’s that?”

“Monster, alien or wizard?” Sam piped up.

“I swear to god Samuel quit it with that,” a pen flew across the room with surprising accuracy and embedded itself in the wall behind Sam’s head.

You’d seen them on TV, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Vision, Scarlet Witch and Iron Man. It’d be cool if you had any idea why you were here.

“Mr Stark. I didn’t even know I was doing it until it was too late. I don't know how it happens, but I promise I’m not a threat. It wasn't deliberate, you have to believe me." Your voice wavered, tears pooling in your tired eyes.

“Tony, let her sleep. She can use the spare room on our floor. We’ll keep an eye on her”

“Thank you Mr Rogers” you choked, wiping your eyes.

“Steve, please” his face was soft, reassuring.

It took an hour to find you something proper to wear.

A day to get your room fixed up, belongings brought from your little flat in London and new furniture procured

A week before you ate with the team, although you watched them from a safe distance. 

A month before you really spoke to anyone. Eventually they called in a therapist. 

The compound was nice, spacious and modern. There was no work to do, like at your grandfather's flat, just lots of questions that left you tired and disoriented. 

Lauren the therapist was the only person you'd really communicated with, even though you were sure she was relaying the information back to the Avengers anyway. 

"So from what I can tell, she's around twenty five to thirty." Lauren addressed the room, taking in the gathered Avengers. "The details of her life are very hazy, she lived in that flat you visited, Steve, with her Grandad. I know she cared for him and he died some months ago leaving her the flat in his will. She takes medication every day." Laura turned to Bruce "I hope the few I managed to pass on were helpful, so you can refill her script when she needs it." 

"That's the thing," Bruce said, "I can't work out what she's been taking. I've had FRIDAY take scans and vitals, asked Dr Cho, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her." 

"Because she takes her pills?" 

"No, Steve, there's just - there's nothing wrong with her. Her temperature is a little elevated. But that's it, not a dangerous amount. I'd just say she runs warmer."

"So what's in the pills?" Tony asked, leaning over Bruce to look in the manilla file he had spread open on the table. 

"If I didn't know better I'd say something alien."

"But you do know better…" Tony prompted. 

"Adgardian maybe? But in a bottle from her local pharmacy. The name on the bottle’s been scratched off and I couldn’t find anything like this on any pharmacy database."

Tony and Steve turned to Natasha and she nodded. She'd not been able to find anything either.  No phone, no social media, home schooled. Sam suggested they do it the ‘old fashioned way’ and started to encourage Lauren to bring the woman out of her room to spend time with the others in hopes she would make more friends and let more information out.

As you spent more time with the group they found you brought a strange sense of calm, arguments stopped as you approached the table, worries about missions faded away. They even spent more time together as a team organising movie nights and parties, sitting together and being more tactile.

That’s when things started to get very strange.

The old evening routine of everyone slinking off to their bedrooms had been replaced by an easy comradery and then a fizzle of excitement started to build. The music seemed muffled and even Steve and Bucky’s heads felt fuzzy, drunk.

“Let's play spin the bottle!” You declared, downing your beer and lining it up on the coffee table. Before anyone else could fully agree you had flicked the bottle, everyone watched it slow until it came to a stop in front of Wanda.

“You girls don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to,” Steve said. But you shook your head. 

“I don’t mind if Wanda doesn’t… I like girls too and it's just a game, right?” you shrugged.

You leaned over and kissed Wanda quickly on the lips, noting the frisson of tension that built when you pulled away. 

Sam went next, “your lucky night,” he laughed before pulling you in for a kiss. 

The next spin was Natasha and somehow no one was surprised when it landed on you again. Natasha leaned in close but, before her lips could meet yours, you tilted your head to whisper in her ear, “I know there’s someone else you want to kiss, you don’t have to." Natasha blushed, but pressed a warm kiss to your lips anyway.  

“Did you rig this bottle?” Steve asked, picking it up before spinning. You, again.

Bucky put his hand on the bottle. “I wonder who” he laughed, but you had noticed his eyes move across the circle to the red headed assassin. 

As he leaned in for the inevitable kiss you put your hand up, hiding your mouths, “she’s a good kisser,” the words were out before you could stop them. Bucky pulled back, frowning.

“Who?”

You didn't answer, but your eyes danced across the circle to Natasha, studying Bucky's face as he followed the line of your sight. With their eyes locked you placed a chaste kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

You felt dizzy, only two beers in, but your head was swimming. The rest of the group weren’t fairing any better, both girls falling asleep and the boys nodding back against the sofa. Quietly you removed yourself from the pile of blankets and slunk back to your room. You hadn’t meant to say any of that, but you could feel it deeply, so deeply the words had bubbled out before you could swallow them back down. 

That night your sleep troubled you, the room was too warm making you sweat and writhe in the sheets and dreams of the Avengers flashing behind your closed eyes. 

The next morning no one could make eye contact, each team member focusing on their coffee or toast, eyes down.

When you sat down the same static spark of electricity seemed to move over the kitchen island, making everyone squirm and move in their seats.

Eventually Wanda completed the group, walking in red faced and nervous as she looked around the kitchen before visibly relaxing.

“Oh, we all had the same dream!” She exclaimed “I don’t feel so bad now.” She said, cheerily. 

“Wan, you’re not meant to read our minds,” Natasha protested, covering her ears as if that would make any difference at all. 

“Can we not talk about it,” Bucky grumbled, looking away from Natasha.

“But you slept, Bucky, isn’t that good?” At least Wanda was happy, you felt hot and sick “you didn’t have a nightmare like usual, you had the same …”

“Enough,” he snapped, slamming his spoon into his bowl a little too hard, milk splashing on the spotless counters. 

“Your dream was different though,” Wanda put a hand on your temple despite your attempt to squirm away, “yeah, yours was very different. And so was yours,” She pointed at Natasha who looked over to Bucky without thinking.

Wanda squeaked, a hand over her mouth “But Bucky, yours was just like…”

“Thats enough, ” Steve stood hands on the counter, “we need to figure out whatever is going on here,” everyone looked away blushing as he crossed his arms, Captain America voice in full effect. “For goodness sake, I’m going to speak to Bruce.” 

Steve stormed out and a rush of air moved across the island as everyone breathed out. Wanda let out an awkward laugh, head down so she wouldn't catch the eye of her teammates and left the room. 

After that incredibly awkward breakfast you began to pull away from the more open group spaces and started to spend a lot of time in the lab with Bruce while he tried to synthesise your medication. The small unlabeled tube of pills one of Stark’s assistants had packed for you was now empty. But all Bruce had been able to discover was a heavy sedative.

“You shouldn’t have even been able to walk around taking something that strong." He took his glasses off to rub a hand over his face, the fatigue of a sleepless night of experiments catching up to him, "you feel okay now?”

“Yeah”

“But you’re an inch taller than yesterday you said?”

“I’m an inch taller than I was this morning.”

Bruce rubbed his hand on his face, dangling his glasses from the other hand.

“Okay, walk me through what happened again”

“So I sat next to Captain Rodgers and Sergeant Barnes in the kitchen and when I stood up I was an inch taller, I could tell because my jeans were too short.”

“That’s not how growing works,” Bruce took a seat beside you and huffed out a breath. 

“I know that I’m not doing it on purpose”

For the last few days you had been slowly growing the trait of anyone you were in close contact with. It was unnerving everyone, looking up and seeing their eyes glowing back, or their hair colour tinged in highlights around your face. But worse still was that there was no clear explanation, none that you could or would give. 

It wasn’t the only change the team had noticed. Wanda, Nat, Sam, Steve and Bucky spent the most time together and they had all spent the most time alone together with you. But after only a few days they refused to even enter a room if you were there, prefering to skirt around the edges or take a different route.  

They couldn’t forget the night when they played spin the bottle, in fact they had thrown away all the beer of the same brand and there had been no more team evenings suggested. 

When you were alone with them a tension seemed to fill in the air. Steve had shifted your training rotation so that no one was ever left alone in the gym with you. Sam admitted you’d almost kissed last time you were alone and, red faced, Wanda agreed. Natasha and Bucky had also blushed, looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes. They complained that you kept trying to make them stand next to each other, and had even locked them into a cupboard 'by accident’ while pretending that you were unable to find the key until Steve freed them.

You couldn’t seem to control the feeling either, a primal urge inside of you growing the longer you were without your tablets. Growling and clawing until you had to excuse yourself and take a handful of the sleeping pills Bruce had given you. 

Wanda admitted, as you escaped the building tension for the last time, that this was when her dreams were the most extreme and everyone nodded along. Their nights filled with vivid, primal scenes, moaning and panting, the touch and taste of another filling their senses. 

And, though you could hear them talking about you, you could never admit that your dreams were different, that you saw yourself orchestrating their dreams like a puppet master, like a god and you’d wake in a cold sweat. 

Frightened, they placed you in the medical wing, a secure room with two way mirrors, sound proofing and, most importantly, a lock. Bruce told you that it was somewhere safe, where you could withdraw from the medication that was dwindling in the little orange bottle. But Tony was relieved that the team could relax now without you around. 

Alone, you took another sedative and rolled over in your plastic bed, under the thin sheet, and cried. 

The last time the team had met someone who had so easily got inside them and changed their dynamic, they had ended up with an alien invasion. Steve was sure you weren’t in control, thinking about your embarrassment and desperation when Bucky and Natasha were locked in the cupboard, how quickly you left the room whenever the conversation became heated. He was sure, sure , you were safe, that it was just a side effect of whatever you’d been taking all these years and that given time everything would go back to normal. 

Tony, however, was taking no chances. 

“We need to call Thor.” He suggested as they watched you through the mirror, you were reading a book and running your finger over your lip as you concentrated. With each pass of your finger your lips changed colour, working through shades of pink and red. 

“What can Thor do?” Bruce had had enough stress for one month, thank you very much, and was much happier handing out medication until they could find somewhere else to send you. All he needed to do was refine some samples and he’d be able to remake your medication and then he could give Fury the go ahead to have you moved. 

“He can bring Loki,” Tony said, jumping up to sit on the tall lab counter and tossing a few blueberries into his mouth. 

Bruce looked over at him, one eyebrow raised. “Is that a good idea? The man’s mad.”

“I don’t want to see him anymore than you do. But they could help us figure out if this is magic like them, or a mutation, or if…it’s something else. Then you can pack her off to whichever medical facility you think is appropriate.” Tony waved his hand around in the air as if to demonstrate the unknown fears they all shared. “She shape shifts, Bruce. Loki can do that. And the manipulating thoughts and feelings? Maybe she can learn to control it. We need her to control herself and maybe, maybe , if we’re nice enough, she’ll want to help us too.”

“Do we really want Loki to teach her that, how do we know we can trust him?” Bruce cringed, thinking of the havoc the man had wrought, even if he was being manipulated. Loki was powerful, who knew what he could achieve with a little planning. 

“Thor can help keep him in line,” Tony seemed confident and although his confidence was often catching, Bruce still felt the deep simmer of apprehension sitting low in his gut. 

“At least we’re not fighting like last time,” Bruce sighed heavily, the memory of his last encounter with Loki still fresh in his mind. 

“No, but the sexual tension is killing me. We need to end this.” Tony laughed, thinking back to the red faces of his colleagues and their lack of enthusiasm when he suggested they get drunk and play spin the bottle again. 

“Okay, fine, Tony, you win. Call Thor.” Bruce sighed, leaning forward onto the counter and resting his head in his hands.

“And Loki?”

“And Loki."

<;< Masterlist

Part 2>>

[transformation4life]

Daddy Growth

"Become a real Daddy in minutes with Daddy Growth! Buy NOW!"

Those were the words that brought Dean to his local supermarket. Dean had been trying to bulk up for ages, but just couldn't no matter how hard he tried. The 22 year old was fresh out of college taking freelancing work in art and making it by but just barely. Dean was desperate for any quick solution to his muscle building problem and this product promised fast results he couldn't have driven faster to the supermarket than he already did.

"Is that all?" The cashier said to Dean as he put the bottle on the conveyor belt"

"Yea- WOAH!" Dean was shocked to see that the cashier was JACKED.

"Notice the guns? Pretty weird for someone like me to be working here yeah?" The cashier spoke with his deep voice

"Y-Yea.. a little... And how come they let you wear no shirt!" Dean was getting a little bit flustered as his attraction to guys was starting to show.

"Oh believe me, after this stuff came out dress codes got REAL lenient," He points at the bottle of Daddy Growth

"Wow... I didn't even really notice..." Dean twiddled with his thumbs.

"Don't worry about it, bud. Say... random question but are you a parent?"

"W-Wha? No... I'm only 22!" Dean was shocked to get asked that by a random person let alone a buff one.

"I see... yea good luck with that. Here's your bottle. Have a great day!" The man said with a wink giving Dean shivers.

Dean arrived home shortly after with the bottle in hand a little shaken by the whole experience, but was still determined this bottle will be the solution to all his problems. Dean carefully inspected the bottle instructions: Step 1: Open Bottle

Step 2: Drink bottle all at once

Step 3: Enjoy The Muscle!

Warning:sideeffectsmayincluderapidagingrealitychangingsuddenlybecomingaparentofabodybuildingsonlocationchangeandrealitychange

"Seems simple enough. I can't understand the warning though... Oh well!" Dean popped the bottle open and drank the whole thing in one chug.

"Damn... that was actually pretty refreshing... so now what..." Dean pranced around the room expecting something to happen but a couple minutes pass and nothing did.

"Is this a scam? Did i just spend 20 dollars on a drink? Hell why do I always fall for these kind of thi-" A jolt hit Dean as he clenched his head in pain.

Dean's body began to sweat at a rapid rate as his body began to grow. First to grow was his chest as they ballooned up into two massive clashing meat mounds with sweat adorning their surface. Next to change was Dean's stomach as a sexy set of abs popped in with the sweat making them glisten. Soon after Dean's arms became behemoths in size both having large biceps and triceps and... veins with an accompanying back widening and shoulders prop up! That marked the end of Dean's button up as a loud *rip* led the shirt to fall to the floor. As the shirt fell it was beginning to change. The buttons fell off as the sleeves rescinded and the shirts blue became a white with a black rim until it was the perfect bodybuilder tank top. Letter by letter the words "Better Bodies Gym Issues" appeared with the change finished right as it reached Dean's feet.

The top of Dean's body had their fun so it was the lower half was ready to grow with the thighs as thick as chickens and godlike status were already forming on his legs. Dean's feet growing by a couple inches whole too good thing he wasn't wearing any shoes. Unlike his shirt dean's bottoms held on pretty tightly before becoming elastic and breathable shorts as a direct cut sliced his pants right above his now thick knees as the rough material became more free. The leftover material wrapped around his feet becoming a nice pair of blue and black shoes with the laces tied tightly. Everything about Dean had changed besides his head, but not for long.

The main change began as Dean's body began to age. Wrinkles forming in the face and general gruffness that definitely didn't suit the 22 year old as he became someone in their late 40's as derek gained some stubble and his hair flattened and became slicked to the side with some gray hairs here and there as well. Dean couldn't speak through the whole ordeal as the pain in his body was too much, but it was finally over... right? WRONG

Dean's room morphed into a busy gym in a flash as the pain subsided little by little. Dean was able to snap back to reality as he now realized he wasn't in his room anymore and he was sweating like a bullet... on a workout bench? Dean couldn't even speak as a gold necklace with a cross wrapped itself around Dean's thick neck signifying the end of the changes.

"W-What... happened... to..." Dean couldn't process what just happened. How did he get at the gym and why did he feel sweaty.

Just then he felt something move. It was his new pecs... bouncing.

Dean looked down to see his new BIG and MEATY body in complete dumbfoundery. The drink actually worked. He became a "daddy"! Dean immediately stood up and flexed to the nearby mirror.

Dean looked great and he KNEW it. He did every bodybuilder thing under the book. Flexing, pec bouncing, and touching his muscles. the works and Dean loved every second of it. He felt like a new man!

The fun had to end though when someone walked up to Dean with a look that definitely wasn't friendly.

"Dean. What are you doing here?" It was a sterner older man not dissimilar to one Dean met at the store.

Dean wasn't sure what to say and just looked at the guy and spoke nothing.

"That's all you got to say to me? Your SON has been looking for you!" Wait... Son? Dean didn't have a son, let alone sex! How did he-

"Not to be rude sir, but I don't have a son I just drank this potion and-"

"Don't sir me, young man! I am your TRAINER. Now take off your tank top that shit is too sweaty to show your son!"

Dean not wanting to be rude to his "Trainer" reluctantly removed the tank top in order to satisfy him.

"Now put this on!" The trainer holding a tank with the word Evogen surrounded by stars.

Dean put it on and when he put it on he felt... comfortable in it. Almost like he's been wearing it for the past ten years. Like he...

Suddenly a whole slew of memories came flooding into Dean. Firstly being the 20+ years of life now under his belt, his years bodybuilding, and of course his son. Daniel. Dean always loved how the rascal took after him ever since he was young.

"Wait... no I don't-" Dean fought against the memories but when he saw the spitting image of his son in his mind dancing just like how Dean remembered he would, he felt at ease he somehow helped brought someone into this world.

Xander was a lot like his father. A bodybuilder and knew when to have fun. Dean was proud of him more than any father could ask for.

"Feel better now?" The trainer he now remembered as his longtime friend Ron.

"I'd say... yeah," Dean giving his pecs a firm lift.

And right on cue came Dean's just as big son.

"Hey pops," Xander was sweating from presumably a workout.

"Son! Good to see you! How's... Maria?" Dean randomly blurted out the name, but somehow knew it was related to his son.

"Oh, she's doing great! I'm so glad you were so accepting me being straight dad, you know how you can be sometimes?

"Know how I can be sometimes? What do you mean oh son of mine?" Dean said in a cocky manner before getting into a dance.

"That's what I mean dad! Anyways... ready to workout?" Dean almost already forgot he was supposed to be working out with his son.

Wait... what just happened? How did this all happen? Dean didn't realize that none of this was normal. First he become buff and older and not to mention has a child??? That's not normal in the slightest. Even with the new memories he still he had his old ones, the ones where he was skinny and scrawny and lived in a shoddy apartment, but he also had the memories of his kid and living in a big house. The mix of memories was getting to his head, and yet when he saw his new life and now body... he was fine with this. All this. He's never been a parent, but it won't hurt to try! And this BIG body is a huge bonus Dean can't complain at all. Now the real question is who did he fu-

"Dad? You good? We should head to the machines!" Xander looking at his father with confusion

"Oh! Sorry my boy, just lost in thought. Let's get to work!" Derek gave a confident flex to his son.

"Well I'll see you two later. Have fun!" Ron promptly left to help out other bodybuilders.

This new life was gonna be a bit hard for Dean to adjust to and Dean knew that and his old life was over but he was ready to start anew in exchange for this sexy body.

And so the new Dean waddled his way to the workout machines with his new son and looked as hot as hell doing it. He was a real Daddy now!

[begrudging-fudanshi]

Do you think Sakura will go back to the old town in certain arc ?

Assuming you mean wherever his guardians live(d), I hope not tbh. Wind Breaker is a very local story for its genre—as far as I can tell, everything important happens within walking distance of Furin—so I kinda prefer it to stay in Makochi as much as possible. (I have a thing I'm writing about this that I'll post at some point.) Based on what we know, I also don't really see what Sakura has to gain from going back.

If anything happens in this vein, I would actually prefer for Sakura's past to catch up with him in Makochi. Having some old enemy appear and threaten him would be a great way to show how far he's come, as well as to catalyze his progress towards seeing worth in himself.

I started sketching an example of how I might like that kind of arc to go and it kinda turned out a lot longer than I expected, so here's... uh... actually, I don't entirely know what this is. It's like a short fanfic mashed up with the meta I'd write about these moments if they were canon. Speculative meta? Metafic? Just a weird fanfic? idk 🤷‍♂️

Anyway, not saying this will/should be canon or anything, but it feels like it gets the gist of what I'd look for in this kind of arc.

(CW: abusive parents. Sakura's dad is the villain here.)

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When Sakura was young, his dad was a petty criminal, street thug, and an all-around horrible father. When Sakura was 7 or 8, the man was arrested and sentenced to prison. Sakura's mom wasn't in the picture, so Sakura had to go live with relatives (leading to the scenario I've described previously), and afterward he hardly ever saw his dad—their only contact was when the man came to demand money from his relatives for this or that. As far as Sakura was concerned, once he moved to Makochi, his father was out of his life for good.

One day, however, Sakura's dad appears in Makochi, searching for him. He's somehow learned that Sakura has become a strong fighter in a town full of violent gangs, so he's decided that he's going to take advantage of Sakura to build a nice life for himself on the back of his son's hard work. Thus, he comes to Makochi expecting to walk all over Sakura and get whatever he wants.

When Sakura first sees his dad on Tonpu Market Street, he freezes, caught off guard by painful memories that he's desperately tried to forget. Even though he's come a long way, it's difficult to fully let go of the past.

Suo and Nirei are with him and can tell that he's terrified. Sakura mutters to them that this is his father, but he doesn't sound remotely happy to see him. The man tells them to go away, but they stand their ground, refusing to leave Sakura alone. This pisses the man off, so he attacks, intending to teach them a lesson.

Sakura's dad is caught off guard by Suo and even Nirei's strength, but the same goes in reverse as he decides to go all out. As Sakura sees his friends struggling, he jumps into the fight, punching his dad in the face (big symbolic moment!). The trio just barely manage to hold their ground until other Bofurin members start to show up. As their backup arrives, the man finally retreats, but before he goes, he declares that he's going to get revenge. He says that Sakura has forgotten his place and he's going to remind him what his life is really supposed to be like—he'll take away everything Sakura has and show him just what he really deserves.

What follows is a campaign of revenge, carefully calculated to destroy Sakura's life and take everything he has. (A campaign that I'm not going to detail right now, because my ideas for it are depressing and beside the point.)

Let's skip ahead a bit...

Somehow all of the threats are resolved, leaving only the matter of fighting Sakura's dad and kicking his ass hard enough that he'll give up.

Just before the big, climactic fight, Sakura gets ready to face his father one-on-one, trying to stay calm and steady himself. He's caught off guard when his friends jump in front of him and tell him to let them handle the fight.

"Get out of the way!" Sakura yells at them, his voice breaking. "He's... he's my dad. This is my fight. I have to deal with this." The most important word is the one he doesn't even think to say out loud: he has to deal with this alone.

Even with so many people around him showing him that he's loved, Sakura still ultimately believes that he's all by himself. Even though he's tried to rely on his friends to prove that he trusts them, in moments like this when he feels most vulnerable, his default instinct is still to shoulder the burden alone.

His friends can all see this clearly. More importantly, they can see that this is a battle that Sakura shouldn't have to fight on his own—or at all. He deserves to have someone stick up for him, just like he's stuck up for so many others. But they know he doesn't want to hear that, so they tell him off, instead.

"Your fight? To hell with that. We all owe this guy some payback for what he's done."

"C'mon, Sakura, let us have some glory for once. It makes us feel bad when you keep hogging all the action."

"We already know how strong you are—let us show you how much stronger we've gotten, too!"

"Plus, the way this guy treats you makes us really want to kick his ass. Don't tell us you're gonna rob us of that satisfaction."

Sakura sputters in confusion, not sure how to respond. His deepest reflexes are telling him to stop them before it's too late, because this is how he's always believed he would finally lose everything. If he can't fight, if he can't prove his worth through his strength, then what is he worth at all?

This leads to a cool symbolic moment: Sakura is standing there, watching all his friends walk away from him while making it clear they expect him to stay behind. In other words, he's seeing the scene that's haunted him for so long finally playing out in real life. How many times has he pictured this and felt sick with terror and dread?

In his heart, he always knew this day would come. The day when his friends finally saw through him—finally realized who he really was and what he was really worth—and unanimously turned their backs. That would be the day he finally woke up from this dream and found himself back in his old, real life. The life he was always meant to live. Hated by all others, worth nothing but his fists, and totally, utterly alone.

Except, in reality, this scene isn't anything like he imagined it at all. His friends aren't turning their backs on him because they're abandoning him. Instead, they've turned to fight for him, to protect him, just as he's fought and protected them. Not only that, they're doing it willingly—eagerly, even—with smiles on their faces. There's no hint of condemnation, no suggestion that they're doing this because they think he's weak. They just want to help him, in spite of his belief this is his battle to fight alone.

In chapter 138, Sakura says something very telling to himself: "If I lose now, then they—then I'll lose the place where they belong, the one place that they cherish and love. I don't want that. [...] I need to win and protect them. That's all that matters." He draws these lines so clearly between himself and his friends, placing himself on the outside looking in. Now, however, that moment comes full circle with the roles reversed, making the truth so clear that he can't deny it.

As his friends stride forward, Sakura suddenly realizes, in a way that he can't yet put to words, where he really is: He's not on the outside looking in at his friends in the place that they love. Instead, as they spread out before him to form a defensive line, he is standing firmly in that very place that they all want to protect. If they're defending him like this, then they're saying that he belongs in this place, too—and if that's the case, then he, too, is someone they cherish and love.

This realization cuts deep—even deeper than words, cutting into feelings that he's held for so long that he's never even thought to try to name them. It cuts deep enough to finally undermine and start to shake his most fundamental belief. He can no longer deny that his friends accept him and love him for more than just his ability to fight. Why else would they be lining up to fight for him like this?

More than that, he can no longer deny that what they see in him must somehow be real. Until now, he's always unconsciously dismissed his friends' most meaningful praise and kindness as simply wrong. Even if they thought they meant it, he just didn't see how it could be true. When Umemiya smiled at him and called him amazing (chapter 162), Sakura had felt like Umemiya was looking at a completely different person, like he'd made some mistake and confused him with somebody else. He could believe that Umemiya meant it, but not that it truly applied to him. In the same way, he viewed all their kindness and love with that deep distrust. But here, he can't bring himself to doubt all his friends at once. They're all too determined for this to be some kind of mistake or mass delusion.

In the end, Sakura's friends work together to stop his dad, thoroughly kick his ass, and send him packing. As usual for this series, that's enough to stop the threat for good.

Afterward, Sakura probably cries and undergoes a fundamental change in how he sees himself and his place in the world. It's not like all his past trauma is magically fixed or his low self-esteem instantly gets better overnight, but he's made a big step towards seeing worth in himself.

[montimer]

Joker x hero!reader

Him being ur number one fan (and ur his ;])

Reader in denial and bit dummy

(Could be any ver)

-Back in the hideout-

He jumped to the television when he heard your name. He left whatever he was focusing on, now sitting excitedly infront of the tv. Eager to see you, hear your voice.

An interviewer managed to get you to talk infront of cameras. 'If this is what you all want so bad..' you thought. 'Can't be that bad right?'

While she was introducing herself, his eyes never left your form. Ignoring her, he would get bored if you wouldn't be staring at the camera. "Silly you, you look adorable as always" he says.

"..and today here we are with (heroname)! Say how does it feel like to be one of Gotham's best hero?"

One of? Why they are number one! The best of all.

"Ahah, i wouldn't say that.."

Sweet, as you are always huh?

He kept on watching the show. He focused on every word you said, deeply acknowledging them. Getting worked up whenever the interviewer said something that he didn't like, speaking out loud, correcting her. Talking to no one but the box infront of him.

But one specific question made him go quiet.

"There's this one villain that seems to be very attached to you. You know who im talking about don't you?" The question made you wordless. 'Why yes he sure has been acting weird with you, but its not like that..right?' You tried to calm your nerves. After an awkward second you answered.

"Uh, yeah? Who might that be?" 'Just act dumb, just act dumb'

"The clown prince of crime of course, haven't you noticed?"

You chuckled awkwardly. You kinda felt this coming

"Soo, what do you think of such criminal? C'mon the world wants to know!" She asked you half begging.

Your mind begin to race through options.

'If i say nice things about him, they'll think im on his side, but if i don't, he might get mad' but why do you care? Do you happen to-?

"(Heroname)?"

Oh oh right, answers

"Well uh, well- he's sure is hard to deal with,,but ya know at the end of the day justice always wins!..well expect those few times he got away.."

"Hmm interesting but i'd like to hear more of a, personal opinion"

You tried your best to stay formal, now what? They say honesty is one way of heroism

"Hmm, i'd say he's a genius, just think of the things he builds, the toxin he makes. He's also pretty funny, i mean when he's not hurting others of course! What i ment was..his jokes are great. You gotta have lots of creativity to tell a joke. He's quite a looker too, his costume is nice and all..mmm was that personal?"

The interviewer looked both surprised and amused.

"Yes, that was definitely personal!" She said excitedly.

The amount of eyes made you even more nervous than before. You tried not to face palm. Instead you excused yourself, waved at the camera and flight away.

The interview came to an end.

'Gosh i just hope he wasn't watching' oh but he was, every single second

And there in the hideout he stared at the empty screen. Unmoving, processing slowly what you said.

Hey what did you blurt out just now? Genius,funny,handsome?

He begin to smile wide. Jumping up and down laughing excitedly. Acting like some teenage girl having a crush on a celebrity.

He knew it! You loved him just as much as he loved you! And here he was worrying you were gonna say something mean. Nonsense, why of course with his genius mind-as you said- he could figure it out in a snap of a finger!

He went to pick up the little plushy of you, cuddling up to it. He had every piece of merch he could get his hands on.(and photos he took of you while you weren't looking)

He usually steals them from local shops, and sometimes feeling jealousy upon seeing people cuddle up to the tiny form of you, he burns the rest. No one can touch whats his! He's sure they understand (incase they don't they should know whats coming to them)

In his mind its special and only he can have it, after all he is your biggest fan.

[acesgirltonight]

"𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝" 

"𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔 𝕴 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚❓" 

Modern Vampire (kinda stalkerish???) ! Choso x F! Reader 

tw// stalkerish tendencies, choking, mentions of blood, implied kidnapping? 

I didn't proofread this- reblogs and notes appreciated

You lived in a small townhouse, next to a pair of brothers who were quite friendly, but the eldest brother was.. 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥, to say the least. He never really spoke to you,  he just waved or stared into your soul. Yuji itadori, the younger brother was always super kind to you, whenever you would see him in the mailroom, or just around, he would come up to you and ask you things;

"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

Or sometimes, it was 

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴?"

Yuji Itadori was far too young for you if he was trying to flirt with you, and he wasn't your type. You always answered his questions respectfully, but sometimes you were short with him, as to try and deter his weird questions. 

His brother, Choso Kamo, was quiet.. Interesting.. To say the least.. 

You would see him and try to say hi, but he’d never say hi back. It was weird, and eventually, you just stopped taking it personally. But then again, he was always 

Around. 

One morning in the sweet spring of April, you got home from your long day of classes, only to find a lovely bouquet of flowers, your favorite, on the doorstep of your townhouse. You picked them up, looking for some sort of note or tag that said who they were from. Nothing rang a bell, and you put them in a nice vase on the kitchen counter. 

Choso Kamo watched from a bush. The bush was quite uncomfortable and it wasn't a very fun place to watch you from, but what other option did he have? This was his first ‘advance’ he could say, trying to show his desires for you through anonymity. 

He always admired you. The day you moved in, Yuji had made banana bread and asked him to deliver it to you. 

That was the only time he has really ever spoken to you, and probably ever will.  Until he saw you in the mailroom. He could hear your pulse, and the vibrations your natural pheromones gave off to him were insatiable. 

The sun caught your face so well that day, and he accidentally made direct eye contact with you. Something he would not get over, as he had your attention for that split second. 

You had tried to talk to him that day but he left before you could say something. 

Then it happened at the convenience store down the street. 

Then it happened as you were both arriving home at the same time

Then it happened when you met up with your friend at the local park. 

Then he followed you to school. 

Then he followed you whenever you left the townhouse.

Yuji itadori soon realized he had some sort of crush on you, or at least a desire to know you, so he confronted his brother about it. 

Choso blew it off, and told Yuji to not give it any thought. 

Until Choso realized that you TALKED to Yuji. So Choso decided to bribe his brother with some money for video games, and had him ask you questions about yourself, your favorite things, and hopefully would invite you over. 

He just hoped you would never find his stash. 

No, not of cash, of blood, rather pigs blood, not human. 

But he so desperately craved it. YOUR blood. Just yours, and only yours. His mind was on it constantly, whenever he saw you, he could practically already taste it. 

But he never wanted to hurt you. As if he bit you, it would hurt, badly. 

Human bites are also binding. That’s what's killing Choso Kamo. 

When and if he ever did bite you, your soul would be bound to his, forever. You’d also stop aging, but you’d remain human, unless you decided you wanted to turn. 

It was a gamble he had to be willing to take at some point.. He knew it was you that it had to be, after 155 years of looking for someone that might actually interest him. 

You were sweet, almost too sweet. You left a sugary taste in his mouth, which always burned in his body for hours after. 

Then Yuji invited you over. 

He usually just sat on his phone while watching you and his brother play just dance, or some other video game. Eventually, Choso wanted to play. 

He couldn't get enough of you. It was a disaster at this point.

You found yourself getting closer and closer to Choso Kamo as the months went by, and by the end of the summer, you had his number. 

He was surprised when you sent the first messages. 

He was elated when you brought up the twice a week gifts at your doorstep, too. 

He found some sort of comedic relief when you brought it up to him while he was over at your place for the first time, without his brother in attendance. He took it all in, learning every inch of your space. 

"I just don't know who’s doing it, I would get a doorbell camera but I dont have the money for it” you said to him, sitting next to him on your couch, loading up the video game you wanted to play. 

“I wouldn't worry about it, the gifts are harmless right?” Choso said back to you, holding back his smile. 

“Yeah they are, but it’s just a bit off putting, I don't know anyone who would do it.” you said, grabbing him a controller. 

your voice was sweet, and your pulse was LOUD in his ears. 

He was at the point now where you considered him a best friend. He hated that. He wished you saw him as more. Although he couldn't read your mind, he almost wished he could, so he’d know how you truly felt. He knew you felt the same. You had to! There was no way you didn't, with the way you looked at him, accepted his gifts and texted him 24/7 with all your issues, hopes, and dreams. 

You often invited him over late at night, if you couldn't sleep, but recently he hasn't needed an invitation. He had stolen your spare key a while back, and when he saw you weren't sending him tik toks, he knew you had fallen asleep. 

Until he got caught. 

….

It was late and you had put your phone down after your long day, you were drained but you were still up due to the amount of caffeine you had. It was quiet, peaceful and serene, you almost fell asleep until you heard your front door open. 

Your heart froze in fear. You didn't want to move but you did anyway, grabbing a pocket knife you had in your bedside table and calling out. 

“Who’s there?”

Well getting caught was not on Choso Kamo’s bingo card. 

He froze almost as much as you did. There wasn't any turning back now, he was halfway into your living room space. 

 “𝓘𝓽𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮” 

You recognized Choso’s voice immediately and relaxed. 

“Choso?” you called out to him, coming out of your room. You were wearing his sweatpants that he let you borrow, and a tank top. 

He was over the moon to see that.

“Yeah, hey” he said a bit awkwardly

“What are you doing here..? It's three in the morning” you said, seeing him in your living room. 

He could lie, but he didn't want to. 

He started inching closer to you. 

“You know that spare key you lost?” he said, all sense of sanity started to leave his mind. 

“Yeah, a few months ago” you said, in the darkness. 

“𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓽.” 

“Oh, uhm.. Why?” you said, starting to question everything you knew about your best friend. You let out an awkward laugh, now getting nervous as he backed you to a wall. 

“To be closer to you.” he said, bluntly, grabbing your hand, stealing the pocket knife from your hand. 

“You could've texted” you said, trying to piece the puzzle together.

Has he always been.. Like this? 

“Where’s the fun in that, when you look so pretty just existing.”

You were silent, not knowing what to say. He grabbed a piece of your hair that was in front of your face, and pushed it behind your ear. He could hear your pulse, and it was tempting for him to bite but he refrained. 

“I sent you those little gifts, I hope you liked them.” he said, his eyes not leaving yours. 

You did like them, and you would've liked them more if he gave them to you without love letters and anonymity. 

“Why are you doing this, I trusted you.” you said, angrily, confused in the three in the morning haze, being pinned to a wall. 

“When I saw you, in that mailroom for the first time, I knew you were born to be mine, and mine alone”

“That isn't love Choso!” you exclaimed, knowing he wouldn't like that answer. 

He pinned your body to his, fully. 

“I’ve done everything in my life to keep you with me, I KNOW I love you, and you need to be with me. It was love at first sight”

This was NOT the Choso you knew. 

“Love at first sight doesn't exist, Choso” you said, pleading, feeling his hand rise to your neck, lightly choking it, now feeling the main pulse on the side of your neck. 

It was heaven. He had you in his grasp, finally. 

"𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔 𝕴 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚" 

He tightened his grip around your neck, and around the pressure points in your neck. You tried to struggle, but it was pointless.

“Let it happen, i’ll take such good care of you i promise.” he said, sadistically watching. 

Is all you heard as you felt lightheaded, and eventually, passed out. 

“This is the start of our perfect life together.” 

do y'all want a part two

PART TWO WOOOOOOOOO!!!!

part two  

[wolvesandcomputers]

10pm on a week night

Stanley Pines settled into his favorite chair. The kids were in bed, he had a bowl of popcorn, and two hours of “ The Duchess Approves” starting now on his local public television station. It was a perfect summer evening and he intended to enjoy it. He wasn’t sure how many he had left.

He'd never been looking forward to the end of summer. Having the kids under foot had been fun, even with the supernatural nonsense they regularly drug in. It hadn't been anything he couldn't handle so far, and he optimistically expected that to remain true. Now though, with Ford back, and wanting his house and his life back, things were about to get complicated. Stanley knew better than anyone how stubborn his twin could be. There was no point in arguing or begging. All he could do was hope Ford changed his mind before the end of August. 

The opening music of his show drove those thoughts from his mind. Whatever happened at the end of summer was future Stan's problem, not his. 

His evening was soon interrupted by the sound of children descending the stairs from the attic at high speed. They charged into the room breathlessly talking over each other. 

“Grunkle Stan, there’s a wolf outside!”

“Good, that's where they belong!” He said, raising an eyebrow. He was pretty sure the kids had seen a wolf before, there were plenty of them in the area even after the game warden had convinced him to stop trying to keep them as pets. 

He glanced down beside his chair to make sure the pig was in. Waddles was a regular companion when he watched TV. The pig liked dropped popcorn and Stan liked not having to sweep the floor. He didn't know where the goat usually spent the night, but that animal hadn't gotten as old as it was by being stupid, so wherever it went when the sun went down must be pretty safe.

“But Grunkle Stan, it has something caught around its neck, I think it needs help.” Mable, friend to all animals begged.

“I think it's a werewolf.” Dipper suggested. 

Stan didn't think that was terribly likely. There were a few werewolves in town but they generally kept to themselves and certainly didn’t go prowling around on other people's property at 10pm on a weeknight. It was probably a loose dog, and the sooner they caught it and called its owner to come pick it up, the sooner he could get back to his show.

“It's probably just a lost dog, but let's go see.” He said, dragging himself up out of his chair. “You stay.” He told the pig. 

The pig gave him a look that clearly said, “of course I'm staying here, I'm not stupid.” 

The kids already had their flashlights, but Stan grabbed his on the way out of the room. The light was usually enough to deter the creatures of the night, and if it wasn't, the 18 inches of mostly metal flashlight made a decent club. Not that he expected to need it, but it was nice to have just in case. 

As they headed down the hall the twins were having parallel conversations about the animal they had seen. Mable was concerned about whatever it had around its neck. According to her it had been trying to get it off. Dipper was still convinced it was a werewolf though he didn't seem to have any evidence for his claim. Stan hadn't yet heard anything that challenged his theory that it was a stray dog. Werewolves were too territorial to hang out in someone else's yard. 

The door and windows of the gift shop were wide open. The shack didn't have air conditioning, so opening everything up at night to let the night air in was the only thing that kept it cool enough to sleep. 

“Oh no, the werewolf could come in!” Dipper cried, noticing the door.

“It's not a werewolf,” Mable contradicted.

“It wouldn't come in if it was.” Stan explained “Werewolves respect other people's property.” It was nice to not have to hide the weird stuff from the kids anymore.

Mable gasped, “You know werewolves? Do you know any handsome ones my age?”

“No, I don't.” The game warden was neither. 

Dipper had headed out the door and was shining his flashlight on the ground at the edge of the porch. “Hey Grunkle Stan, are these werewolf tracks?” he called, “Because they sure don't look like dog tracks.” 

Stan walked to the edge of the porch with his own flashlight to have a look. They didn't look like any dog tracks he'd ever seen before, but they didn't look like werewolf tracks either. The central paw pad was wider than it should have been, and instead of four toe prints there were five. It didn't look like a human footprint. It looked like a canine print with an extra digit.

“Oh,” Stanley said, as the pieces fell into place, “Yeah, that's a werewolf.” 

As the children made noises of surprise behind him, he turned his flashlight to the bushes at the edge of the woods. “Where are you Ford? We know it's you.” He tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice. It would have been nice to  know that his brother was a werewolf before the full moon. 

The bushes rustled and a large gray creature stepped out, squinting in the beam of the flashlight. If the wider than average front paws hadn't been a giveaway then the torn remains of a red turtleneck would have been. The rest of the shirt had been shredded to nothing, but the collar stubbornly remained in place.

Stanley knew his brother well enough that he could tell, even as a wolf, that Ford was embarrassed. Well if he'd been trying to keep this a secret, that might be why. 

Stanly ignored the babbled questions from behind him. The kids could quiz Ford in the morning once he had changed back. He asked, “Are you going to bite anyone?”

Ford put his ears back and shook his head no, looking slightly offended. 

“Why don't you come back inside then?” Stanley asked with a sigh, “it's your house.” 

His brother stared at him for a long moment, then walked past them and in the door. 

Waddles looked up at the arrival of the newcomer and sniffed in his general direction.  Identifying him as, “The Grunkle Less Likely to Drop Food,” he turned his attention back to the TV. 

“Alright kids, yes, my brother is a werewolf, you can ask him about it in the morning, now go back to bed.” Stanley instructed, and the kids headed back up stairs. 

Then he turned to look at his brother who was standing there, awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself. 

“Do you want me to let you back into your lab?”

The wolf shook its head no.

“Do you want to watch TV with me?” 

After a moment's consideration, the werewolf shrugged, and followed him into the room.

The next morning Stanley sipped his coffee and watched with amusement as the kids barrage his brother with questions.  

“Why didn't you tell us you were a werewolf?” Mable asked what Stanley was thinking and in a much nicer tone of voice.

“Well, I forgot.” Ford admitted, embarrassed. 

“WHAAAT? How do you forget you’re a werewolf?” Mable cried. 

“It’s been a long time since I was somewhere that had a moon, and I’d only been a werewolf for a few months before…” Ford trailed off looking at his brother. 

“WHAAAT? There’s places that don’t have a moon?” Dipper exclaimed, perhaps unintentionally avoiding a moment of awkwardness. 

“Well, yes, lots of places don’t have a moon.” Ford began, but Mable was not going to allow the subject to be changed so easily. 

“Who bit you?” 

“I had a bit of a misunderstanding with the game warden, and she ended up biting me.” 

Stanley knew there had to be more to that story and looked forward to asking his brother about it for a brief moment before remembering that he was still mad at him. 

“Do you know any other werewolves? Do you know any young handsome ones?” Mable asked. Apparently trying to get a black out on her supper natural summer romance bingo. 

“Um, no, I don’t” Ford raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Does it hurt to transform?” Dipper asked. 

“Not really, a mild headache maybe, and, kind of like the feeling when you pop your knuckles, but all over.” 

Stanly got up to make another round of coffee as the questions continued. He could see Ford getting more relaxed, and opening up to explain things. When they were young he’d always loved having an audience to explain things too. Maybe he still did? Maybe he’d let Stan stay. Werewolves were territorial of course, but they were also loyal. Maybe that was something to work with.

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I saw @siro-cyll 's pictures of Ford as a werewolf and was inspired to write this.

[yanderelovlies]

𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

Note: something cute and simple for you all

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC

Character(s): Joseph, Sunny Day Jack, Dante Sparda, and V

Sunny Day Jack

Thought other people couldn't see or feel him like you could you still like to occasionally mention him to strangers you know you won't meet again.

For instance, tonight you and Jack had to decide to get takeout since you didn't feel like cooking after work, and pancakes didn't sound good.

So as soon as you got home you called up your favorite food place, and began to place the order.

"What do you want dear?"

"Oh, a simple burger and fries are fine sunshine."

You smiled and nodded "and my husband wants just a burger and fries please!"

Jack's head swung in your direction, and he just stared at you. Did you just call him your husband?

When you were done with your call Jack immediately was at your side his hand on your face as he gives you a very passionate kiss.

When you separated you could see the love and adoration in his eyes "I think I really like being called your husband sunshine."

Joseph

It wasn't a surprise to see you and Joseph out around town. Ever since he got his job he loves to take you places, and get you things he couldn't before. However this time you insisted on spoiling him.

It was weird for him at first, but eventually, it felt nice to be taken care of. What he didn't expect was when the two of you stopped at In and Out burger for lunch.

You had made your order to the man behind the counter. When the man turned to Joseph for his order you spike up.

"My husband wants the number three please!"

While you continued to talk to the cashier paying for the meal all Joseph could do was stare at you. Not only didn't you remember what he wanted, but you call him your husband??

His face turned red as he looked away trying to hide it. It wasn't until the two of you were sitting at the table does he takes your hand, his face still red, but a smile on his face.

"Thank you my lovely spouse for doing this for me." He kissed the top of your hand his eyes never leaving yours "I love you so much."

Dante Sparda

Being the son of Sparda meant there was always someone trying to pick a fight with Dante. This was no exception as one of the local churchgoers decided it was a great idea to rant and rave in front of the shop.

While they didn't dare step foot in the building their voices could still be heard making Dante let out a sigh. He was seriously getting tired of this.

You would think saving the city multiple times would give him more credit than his name. Finally he stood and made his way outside.

He opened his mouth to yell but he was interrupted by your voice.

"HEY! Don't you guys have any respect? Do know how many times my husband has saved you from demon hoards?!"

The crowd grew silent, but Dante's brain was going a million miles an hour. You called him YOUR husband. Dante felt giddy like kid.

So he practically bounced over to you as he threw his arm around you. From the corner of your eye, you could almost mistake him for his younger self by how excited he looked.

"Now get out of here my amazing spouse and I have some other business to attention to."

V

The two of you were lying in your room. The light from the silent TV was the only thing lighting the dark room. It has been hard for V to cope with the fact the was no longer Vergil. It got worse when Vergil was around.

"It's like seeing a ghost." That is how V describes it.

Today happened to be one of those days so after the mission he asked to come over which happily accepted. As soon as he came over the two of you immediately ended up cuddling on your bed his face on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

You kissed the top of his head as you began to whisper sweet nothings to him. This is what V has been missing out on his whole life.

"My sweet husband. Always working so hard."

V's breath caught in his throat. Your....husband? Did you truly love him that much? He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you have seen.

"Husband...?"

You smiled at him "Yeah one day I would like to make that true. If that's what you want too that is."

He stared at you a little longer before he smiled back at you "I would like nothing more my darling spouse."

[jpitha]

More #Aliens are Gardenworlders. What happens when a Human gets approval to live on an actual Garden world?

Day 1 Hey Diary! I'm so excited! It took something like 8 weeks and practically a dozen forms, but I finally got approval to relocate to that Garden world I was telling you about! It's so nice here. Everyone is friendly, the house they assigned me to so so cute, and it's just incredibly easy to get around and get food. And the weather? It's been sunny and warm, and a local was confused when I asked what season it was. They don't have seasons! No more ice and snow! I think I'm going to like it here.

Day 28 Huh. Still sunny and warm today Diary. I expected at least some clouds or rain or a thunderstorm, but nothing yet. It's been sunny and warm all month long. They don't even count months here! They just track the days in a yearly period! Went out to my "garden" (really the forest behind my house) for some lunch and just grabbed whatever I could pick. It was all tasty and easy to eat.

Day 62 Diary. It's still sunny and warm. I don't get it. Every day is exactly the same. All the locals don't notice or care, and when I ask about weather they look at me oddly. Didn't feel like foraging today, so I just ate some of the "grass" in the backyard. It's fine, tastes like pistachio.

Day 180 OMG DIARY! It rained today! Everyone was so scared! They said it only happens once a year or so and was all worried about it. Schools were closed and everyone stayed inside. It wasn't even a thunderstorm! It just rained for about 90 minutes in the morning, then the clouds parted and it was sunny and warm again. I stood outside in the rain the whole time not even caring that I was getting wet.

Day 200 I've read just about every book I can get my hands on, twice! I've watched all the shows that I can get off my pad, human and non! (I will say, those K'laxi historical dramas are very good, but I don't like the Xenni war documentaries). I. am. bored.

Day 250 Okay, you're going to think I'm getting weird Diary, but this can't be normal. It rained once the whole time I was here, it's never gotten too cold or too hot, has always been sunny or partly sunny, I can eat practically everything around me and get this - it's so easy to sneak up on the locals. It sounds mean when I write it out, but I can just crouch in the bushes and when one walks by jump up and go BOO! And they scream and run away. The fourth time I did it, the authorities came by and asked me nicely to stop. They said they didn't want to "interfere with any human predator rituals" but that I had to "stop stalking the locals."

Day 380 It's been more than a year, and I'm more convinced than ever that I am in hell. After that one time it rained last year, it hasn't done anything else! Also, I got in trouble again for stalking the locals - I wasn't even going to attack them or anything, it's just TOO EASY to sneak up on them. I need to get another hobby or something.

Day 420 (nice!) So Diary, I got in some pretty big trouble with the planetary authorities this time. It turns out, nobody here had ever heard of Extreme Sports before. I was just so bored, that I had a motocross bike shipped over. I had found one that was just like I had when I was a kid on Earth! It was so cherry. Someone had done a lot of work to it. Anyway, I had built a little course in the back forest of my house, nothing crazy! But someone saw me doing jumps and getting some sick air, and called the authorities, worried I was "exhibiting symptoms of self-harm." They took my bike!

Day 500 Okay, I give. I can't live here anymore. If you can believe it, I'm getting burnt out on nice weather! I did a telehealth session with a human therapist off-world and they recommended I apply to be transferred back to a human world, or at least moved to a Starbase or ship. Somewhere where things can change, and there's more going on.

[spooky-things-au]

First two is done! Yay! (Posted here under the cut too)

Spooky Things

Season 1. Beginning

Episode 1. The vanishing of Ross Lynn

Chapter 2. On the way home

Ross was walking down the street to his house. He lived nearby the woods, which meant he'd always have a nice view on the way home. He liked this forest. It was great place to go to relax or camping, him and his friends had a little hideaway in there too. The only unpleasant memory of this place was when they lost Will when he wanted to play hide-and-seek. Nonetheless, he loved these woods.

But just as the forest was on his way, so was a fenced area. No, it wasn't rich gated part of the town, no... somebody owned large chunk of the land near his house and kept it restricted by tall metal fence. If Ross was to look in, he could see the metal shine even in this dim moonlight.

Susie and him tried to get in there a few times, but never managed to get past the gates, as they didn't have needed equipment... and that they didn't know how to get Will to other side, as the little boy always followed after his sister like a chick after it's mother.

They decided to put this day on hold until Will will he old and strong enough to climb over with them.

But it will still take years before that... so for now, Ross wanted concentrate on what was happening in his life in the meantime.

The boy was humming melody to himself (since he forgot to take earphones, so no music on the way back), when he decided to check on his phone if his parents were home. Neither had picked up, so he thought they were busy... well, he couldn't blame them. If neither of them was home it only mean a quiet evening for himself. And maybe he could get up early to make breakfast tomorrow?

But as Ross was lost in his thoughts, the flashlight on his phone flickered, before turning off completely. Huh... weird. He then turned it back on. Nope, still half the battery of charge. What was it?

And it was when something... ran past Ross, barely missing him. But that was enough for him to lose footing and fall from the sidewalk into grass... seconds later, he felt like he rolled down a hill, before stopping. Raven-haired boy groaned, sitting up. He also noticed his bag opened and his things fell out... crap.

But before he had a chance to pick them up, he felt... like if somebody was watching him... not tearing their eyes off him. He decided to take a closer look, to look up and... all there was a humanoid shape in light of the moon. The two seemed to make an "eye" contact, as Ross supposed, as it made low growling sounds.

If somebody was to ask about physical appearance of this... thing... Ross wouldn't be able to answer it, all due that he tell couldn't make out any details out of it. But if there was something he'd say about it... then it would be that he didn't feel like finding out what it looked like or what it wanted to do with him...

Something felt off about this thing. Something that he didn't like.

Forgetting all about his stuff on the ground, Ross got onto his feet and sprinted to run towards his house that, luckily enough, was in the end of the street. Few tries of trying to get the key in the hole later, he managed to open the front door and bolt inside, locking it after himself.

"Mom!" The boy called out, looking around for any sign of life. "Dad?! Mom!"

The boy continued to yell for his parents, hoping to hear either of their voices, but... there was nothing.

He was all alone in the darkness inside his house. Not even a single sound, other than his heartbeat was heard.

His eyes then fell onto the house phone... he needed to get help... as much as he wanted to call his parents, he knew it would have to be second option to call... first thing to do was to get local police to his house. Robert's uncle was town's sheriff... he could help!

"H... hello?" He whispered as quiet as he could, looking outside, if to see if... the thing was still following him. He saw some movement in nearby trees, that forced him to hide out of the window's view. Then, finally, somebody on other side answered. "Hello?!"

But he was met with silence. Or... what he thought was silence... when in reality... there was some weird noise, that could be described as a unpleasant mix of clicking, bubbling and... something else... but what exacly Ross couldn't pin point.

The boy quickly jammed the phone back into the slot, putting his hands over his head, starting to think... if that movement he saw outside was that thing... what was he going to do!?

But few seconds later... he remembered.

'Dad's gun!'

His father had camping for hobby, that sometimes also included hunting... so it was only fair he owned a gun. And he was starting to teach Ross how to use it recently. Sure, his aim was still far from perfect... but Ross was only 12 years old and this thing seemed to be huge, so even with his unpolished skill... something could be done. At very least, he hoped he could scare the thing off.

And so, Ross once again ran. To the basement, where they kept all the things, they didn't regularly use, but still needed in seasons. And, by the sound as if someone trying to pick a lock... he needed to get there quick.

The boy made his way into the basement, turning on the light, frantically searching for his father's weapon. Getting out the bullets, he started to load the gun. All the while of it, the poor boy was breathing heavily. Just... What was happening!? What was following him!? Please, God, let this be a dream!

Now, with gun in hand, Ross looked behind himself, breathing loudly, his heart pounding faster with each second. How did It go wrong? It was a normal night for them... They were playing D&D in Miss. Lila's basement, Will drawing next to them... it was like always...

But somehow, he was now chased by a strange person... or was it a person at all? He didn't know. All, he knew, that it was after him for some reason... that it was dangerous... and that he might not get out of this alive.

And now, he was cornered. He couldn't think, he couldn't move... when the lights started to flicker, his only thought was "Mom... Dad... I'm sorry..."

Next morning news of power outage last evening was heard through the house, as well as a woman searching for keys around the living room.

"Where the hell are they..!?" The woman whispered to herself, before yelling out "AARON!"

"Check the couch!" A man's voice replied from kitchen. Reply, nonetheless, made the woman frown slightly.

"I already did! It's not-!" She then looked onto the couch, behind pillows, before stopping in her tracks. "Oh... Got them!" A smile now crossed her face.

Jaune then walked to kitchen, seeing her husband. She approached him, placing hiss on his cheek, as he just smiled at her.

"Alright then, handsome..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he turned away from frying eggs to her. "I will see you tonight~."

"Yeah..." Aaron replied, returning the kiss to his wife. "See you later."

Jaune smiled lightly to him, before separating from him. She turned around, about to go fix her hair when she saw spot on table still empty.

"Ross' still asleep?" Jaune asked, rasing eyebrow.

"Yes, I didn't have time to get him up yet."

"Well, I still got half an hour before I need to be off..." Jaune smirked, playful gleam sparkling in her eyes. "I'll get him up."

With his wife exiting the room, Aaron smiled lightly, shaking his head. He loved this woman, yes... but at the same time, he had to always be prepared for whatever Jaune would do to "torment" their poor child...

Jaune made her way towards her son's room, already giggling to herself, getting ready to spring into action at any point. Her little boy wasn't even gonna stand a chance...

Slowly, she opened the door to peek inside the room to find... it empty. Completely empty. The bed perfectly made up, school bag already gone, though books and supplies were still there. Clean clothes laying on the chair like the day prior...

And Ross himself was nowhere to be found.

"Ross?" Jaune looked inside, rasing eyebrow, trying to spot her son. Maybe he heard her and was hiding? "Sweetheart, you here?"

But no answer followed. Not even the slightest giggle or breathing that could normally be heard if somebody was hiding. A sudden feeling of tightness filled the woman's stomach, but she didn't want to give into panic just yet... after all, Aaron could've seen him when he got home...

"Um... Honey?" Jaune peeked from the room, now calling out to her husband. "Have you seen Ross?"

"He's not in his room?" Aaron asked back, now coming to his wife to inspect their son's room too.

"Unless he managed to make himself invisible, I don't think so." Jaune said again. "Did he come home yesterday?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I got home after you. Was covering up for one of the guys."

"Eric again?" Jaune asked, sighing out after getting a nod from her husband. "This man, I swear to god..." She pinched her nose.

"Hey, don't panic, love..." Aaron said again, putting hand around her shoulders. "Look, he was at Lila's yesterday all day, right? Maybe he stayed over at her place or with Robert or Susie."

Jaune smiled at her husband, sighing out. She could feel he wanted to say Roy too... but they both knew neither of his parents (ESPECIALLY Roy's bitch of a mother) would ever let him stay at their place.

"Okay... let's do that..." The blonde woman sighed out. Yes. He probably stayed over at her best friend's place. She was his Godmother, she often let him sleep over if they worked late... (a warning would be nice though...)

"Good..." Aaron smiled gently, kissing Jaune on her forehead. "Now, can you call Lila and ask her, while I check Wonders' and Millers'?"

Now, with Aaron leaving the room, Jaune picked out her phone, dialing Lila's number to call her... her hand was still on the frame to her son's room, a part of her still hoping it was an evil prank from her child and nothing more... but call it her guts or a mother's intuition... she still felt something was very wrong about this...

Lila picked up quickly.

"Good morning." A cheerful voice of her best friend said on the other side of the line.

"Hey, Lila?" Jaune started, trying to sound confident, but hint of nervousness was still heard in her tone.

"Oh, hi, Jaune! You're early today..." Though sounded surprised, Lila seemed to be happy about the call.

"Yeah, I have a few minutes, before I have to leave... listen, Lila... did Ross stay over last night?"

"What?" Lila asked, now even more surprised. "No. He left with his friends around eight..."

"Oh, really?" Jaune looked to the doorway, seeing Aaron looking at her.

She silently asked if he had luck on reaching for their son's friends. He only shook his head. She felt her stomach drop at this.

"Wait... you mean he's not home!?"

This day Jaune learned a lesson. Always trust your intuition

@crossover-enthusiast @catsockpuppet @spookuzm @ferfbish @sunny6677 @momentokori @nottapossum

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I’d love to see Cherry Valance and/or Randy Adderson for the character asks! Ik you reblogged it a while ago but I love your takes on them and would love to see more :))

thank you for the ask!! oh i'm excited about this one!

Cherry -

How I feel about this character

Hmm... Overall I think she's great and there's a lot about her worth exploring! I like that she has bad taste in men and that she cares too much what people think of her. Personally, I was disappointed that she wasn't really friends with Ponyboy at the end, but I understand why she wasn't and it does give me a jumping-off point to explore in fic!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Bob! I think her and Bob had a good relationship overall, they definitely would have gotten married if Bob hadn't died. Also Ponyboy, but only once Cherry gets over herself a bit. Sometimes Sylvia in a very messy situationship kind of way.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Ponyboy! I think they really understood each other immediately in a way that's rare and I think they have potential to be real best friends. I also like her friendship with Marcia quite a bit.

My unpopular opinion about this character

i think she's straight. (how does this fit in with me shipping her with sylvia, you ask? well - (runs away))

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Hmm... I do kind of wish TWTTIN would've mentioned her, or shown some of the fallout from her testifying in the trial, or something. As it was she was just kind of left in this weird liminal space of she betrayed the Socs but she's not loyal to the greasers, so now what? In the post-canon that lives in my brain (and on ao3) she does get closer with Marcia and befriend Ponyboy (eventually).

Randy -

How I feel about this character

oh god I'm obsessed with his pathetic loserboy shit. He hears about a greaser doing one (1) nice thing and it sends him into an existential spiral? he shows up at ponyboy's house unannounced? it's so funny to me. local teen boy discovers empathy and crashes out over it.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Ponyboy. A bit controversial of me, maybe, and it's definitely a rarepair, but I like how Randy is kind of obsessed with Ponyboy by the end of the book, and Ponyboy isn't self-conscious around him, which is huge considering ponyboy is self-conscious around everybody. I think they'd have to work to understand each other considering they come from such different places, but they'd also be able to be open with each other in ways they can't with anyone else because they're "outsiders" to each other's social circles. i just think they have a lot of potential and i will write their fic one day.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Cherry! They'd have an interesting dynamic of like, they were both really close to the same person who they both lost, and assuming Cherry and Bob had been dating for a while, were probably pretty familiar with each other even if they weren't close per se. Plus I think they have a lot in common post-canon of like, wanting something more out of life even if they don't know exactly what that is. There's a lot to explore!

My unpopular opinion about this character

i don't think he had romantic feelings for bob.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Eh, I'm actually pretty happy with where canon left him because it means i have a jumping off point for fic!

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My pride experience 2024

I recently went to my first pride parade and it was amazing!

I went with my two best friends (one's bi and one's a straight ally). You might remember my post where I said I would order an aro flag online for the parade but I actually abandoned that plan as my friend told me about a local leftist shop that sells pride merch as well. We actually wanted to go there right before the parade as it's not that far from the starting point of the parade. But then one friend got stuck in traffic so we didn't make it in time and instead, went directly to pride.

The parade itself was great! Unfortunately, I didn't have a flag but I someone gave away handheld progress pride flags made from paper. I took one and stuck it in between my thighs for the whole parade, so I had my hands free. While having an aro flag would have been nice, it wasn't that bad, as I still had my aro button that I wore on my hat and an aromantic flag that my friend painted on my cheek with eye shadow. I'm not a fan of big crowds so I wasn't sure if I'd like the parade but fortunately, I felt good, even if I was slightly overwhelmed by all the impressions at times. The only bad thing that actually bothered me a lot was that there was very loud music playing in all sections of the parade. You'd basically had to scream at each other's ears in order to understand anything. I struggled to communicate with my friends even though they were walking right by me, and it made meeting new people impossible.

I was positively surprised by the aspec representation, though. I later saw in some pictures on Instagram that there was someone waving big aro and ace flags, but I didn't see them personally. There were a couple more people with ace flags, though. On my way to the parade, I saw a person with an aroace sunset flag but they were very far away so I couldn't talk to them, and I didn't see them at the parade. I actually saw one other person with aro and ace flags at the parade. They were standing at the sidelines with their friends. I think they probably started the parade farther in the front and then stepped aside to join again farther in the back. I unfortunately didn't talk to them (which would've been hard because I'd have to step aside as well and I would've needed to tell my friends that but it was to loud. Also, honestly speaking, I was scared.) Instead, I just smiled at them widely for several seconds and that came across very weird. God, I hope I didn't creep them out. But I just wasn't able to cope with seeing another aro person right in front of me.

The parade ended on a square with a stage where both entertainment stuff and political speeches happened. Unfortunately we had to leave the parade before that as my friend wasn't feeling well. After a lunch break, she felt better, and I wanted to go to the stage. My friends weren't up for it, though, and wanted to go home. At the time, I aas really disappointed because maybe I would have been able to talk to other aros there (well, maybe it would've been to loud there as well) and there was also a booth where I could buy an aro flag. But by the time we arrived at my place, I realised how tired I was, so it was probably for the best.

All in all, it was really fun and I already look forward to the parade next year! I'll make sure to get a flag beforehand, though. And I hope I'll be able to actually talk to other aros then.

[mac-cheez]

My Guide To Surviving The Waynes

This is inspired by an earlier post of mine and will be in an epistolary/Dracula style in the view of said uni student. I hope y'all like it!

Thxs @arrowheadedbitch for proofread and confidence.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

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Dear Diary,

I'm not a diary person really. I was always told it helps you relax or work through your feelings, but it never seemed worth it...... well not till now. Not till a "normal" morning for me was eating cereal while shouting goes through the house and under threat of death if I finish the milk. This is what's currently happening as I write this on my laptop trying not to spill said cereal. As I listened to another argument between Tim and Damian about something inconsequential (something about galleries robbing banks?), I finally caved and started writing. I figure this could be useful for reference or advice or even study (these bitches are weird as hell). Maybe I should start with how I got here?

I grew up down South. The bible belt was a weird place, but I survived I guess. My parents are loving and as understanding as they can be with their own experiences and opinions. My father is Army so we were lucky to not be on wheels at all times. My only major move was my sophomore year of high school. I decided to apply for the exchange program and was picked due to my fluency in French. I was sent to Paris and, loved it so much I decided to stay. I was able to stay till graduation and still keep in touch with my friends. I know, picture perfect right?

After graduation, I applied to many different Universities and programs hoping for a good criminal justice program to learn in. Forensics was the main interest I was looking for. It just so happened that Gotham University's Forensics and Criminal Justice Facilities just got updated by the Wayne Foundation (probably to deal with the crime problem). I saw that it met all of my criteria and applied not thinking about it. A couple of my picks fell through, but most came back as acceptances. I was about to accept one of my local Universities when I got the Gotham U acceptance letter. It said the usual spiel of "we'd love to have you, blah, blah, blah", I was about to throw it in the pile when I saw one specific detail, "We boast a 95% employment rate of our Science-based graduates."

After some research, I found out that it was true. Most GU grads get hired straight out of school if they have a scientific degree. That paired with the brand new facilities made me reconsider. I talked with my parents, and they agreed that it was likely the best option, but they were concerned about me living in the dorms or an apartment in a place like Gotham. I was about to suggest living in a city nearby and just commuting when my dad asked us to wait for a minute. He made some calls while I talked with my mom about other things concerning the move. When he came back he said he had a friend from work who I could stay with. He told me he had a couple kids my age and plenty of room. It wasn't till I was in the limo with a very nice elderly man on my way to said friend's house that I realized he meant Bruce Fucking Wayne. Once he parked (his name is Alfred btw) I got my luggage out and kinda just stared. He asked to take my bags but I just said no thank you. He hummed and led me to the door. It was quiet when he opened the door which I thought would be normal, but the worry on his face told me otherwise.

Suddenly from the hall, two boys ran by one yelling "MERCY" while the other smaller boy chased him with a sword and........ pink hair? I was concerned, but Alfred seemed more at ease so I tried not to think about it too much. Behind them, a guy came from the same hallway snickering at his phone.

"Master Duke, would you mind filling me in on the situation at hand?" Alfred asked him.

"Oh yeah Alfred, it was hilarious," 'Duke' said laughing, "so Tim put pink dye in the shampoo for Dick and then-," he stopped looking at me. "Uhhhhhhhh, Who's the girl?" He asked.

"A guest of Master Bruce," said Alfred.

"Oh! Oh. Uh, You're not......... ya know..... a guest," he asked.

"No god no I'm not that broke yet," I explained hoping the humor would land.

It seemed to because he immediately brightened and started introducing himself as Duke Thomas, one of Mr. Waynes Wards. I introduced myself and why I was there. It seemed like he was going to ask something when there was a crash and he said he should "make sure no one gets stabbed again".

"Well that was eventful," I said looking towards the hall he exited through.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it," said Afred, worrying me a little. This wasn't an occasional thing?

He started leading me-;skjfbsgdpibzebERROR++vbvnjkm;n;mxcvz;'anrvbA:----

[matrixxsystem]

Luck Runs Out Part 12

Once everyone was ready to go they all headed out down the street towards where the festival was going to be, it was still being set up for the most part but some booths and stalls had already been put together and a few people were lingering around looking at whatever was already there. Leo reached his hand over interlocking his hand with Usagi's as they walked, the plan they had before had now changed to finding the lioness yokai and seeing what they could do for her if anything then if there was nothing they would go to dinner and call it a night, but if there was they would help her first then take her to dinner with them so they could all be in a public space and get to know each other cause Mikey knew it would be weird to try and invite her to be somewhere alone with them after only having met him once before.

They walked for a good bit before they came to a stop at the garden park they'd been too when they all first met. Usagi's house wasn't too far from here.. It was interesting how the hidden city was laid out, though to be fair Usagi's house was pretty nice compared to some they had seen so it did make sense that he would live closer to the more expensive district. As far as he knew the festival went down about a block into each of the four main districts and connected all in the center of the city. It was apparently a huge party that lasted all night and well into the morning, sometimes even lasting two days if things got really crazy which has only happened a handful of times. Since it had been canceled the year before because of the invasion and all of the crazy things going on then Leo had a feeling that a lot of people were going to show up and be very excited to celebrate this year. Usagi had the same feeling but he wasn't worried about it as much, he knew that even when the yokai got rowdy or partied too hard it never got so out of hand that bad things happened. If anything there would just be and extra bit of people sleeping on the streets passed out drunk or a bit more littler left behind. Even if fights did break out it was rare to see them on holidays and even more rare that the HCPD didn't get involved and resolve the issues in a flash. That was honestly the only good thing about the HCPD, they were everywhere for these kinds of events.

They came to the center of the city where a huge fountain was placed, the water, or whatever it was flowing in it was a pinkish color. Leo took out his phone with a smile and went up to a random person passing by and asked them to take a photo of their group, thankfully most of the normal locals here were all very nice and the beetle yokai didn't hesitate to agree. Leo had everyone gather together and get into frame. The yokai called out to them, "Alright, say nǎilào!" Everyone hesitated for a second before awkwardly trying to repeat the phrase as the picture was taken, when the phone was handed back to Leo the photo thankfully looked stunning. He sent it to everyone and pocketed the phone. Usagi stepped out of their little huddle and pulled little red packets out from his sleeve, "If I may redirect your attention to me for a moment. I have one last gift for you for tonight. I will try to make this short but I wanted to thank all of you, besides my teacher, I grew up vary isolated. I did not have time for friends, for family, for love.. To have it all now feels like some kind of miracle. I know you don't expect things from me, or are around me because of the things I'm able to do which is a comfort, but I believe in repaying every bit of kindness you've given me." He handed everyone a small packet, "I don't have much else to offer, and it felt rude and out of place to do this anywhere else. So please, use it for the games and food here, explore and have fun to your hearts content." Everyone opened and peeked into the packets, mostly with wildly surprised expressions as they each found a whole ass wad of cash.

"Usagi- I-I can't- We can't accept this after you already paid for our outfits-" Usagi raised his hand to silence Raph, "For these kinds of festivals it is tradition to gift money to loved ones, since I learned this years festival would not be canceled I have been planning this for a long while. And I am also aware you didn't bring much and every game and booth here is out for money. Now you have more than enough to get some prizes and snacks, and do all the fun things without fear of spending too much wasting it." Raph hesitated for another moment, giving in after a second and letting out a little sigh, "Alright, since it's what you're supposed to do at one of these things, I'll use it, but you don't have to do anything to be one of us y'know? As long as you and Leo are on good terms you're as good as family." Usagi nodded a little, "I appreciate that, part of my love language is through gifts and gestures, I wasn't taught how to do more than fight or throw money at problems most of the time so it tends to be what I resort to when I'm uncertain, please don't take this as me attempting to buy your favor. I know you don't think that, but still good to admit that was not the intent" Leo rolled his eyes with a little smile, wrapping his arm around Usagi and kissing his cheek, "For someone who doesn't do the whole 'words of affirmation' thing you're pretty damn good at it. Now c'mon, I can already smell the takoyaki from here-"

Leo took Usagi's hand in his and started to head off down one of four main streets of the festival after buying a little snack from the first food stall they passed, all the stalls were lit up and full of life, as they walked more and more yokai started to flood the paths and booths. A lot of kids were running around, some carrying food or small toys they'd won. It was sweet to finally see the Hidden City's people so excited and unified for something. Usagi glanced to Leo, giving his hand a little squeeze. Fuck he was cute.. It'd been a while since he was able to relax and enjoy something like this, where they didn't have to be the lookouts, or have to weave their way through a sea of people to find some criminal they'd been hunting. It was finally just, peace. Even the small speck of sauce on Leos cheek wasn't a concern to him. "Sagi?" Leo tilted his head a little, "You look a little lost? What? I-Is there something on my face?" Usagi chuckled and tugged Leos arm to pull him in closer, "Hold still love." He said, rolling his eyes with a little chuckle as he used his thumb to wipe the sauce away and licked it off his finger, "You were busy watching the crowed I wasn't sure if you'd noticed."

"Ah- Thanks babe, yeah I- I was just.." He looked back to a patch of grass where a few kids were playing with sparklers, one of them was a little albino slider, in a baby blue yukata, twirling his sparkler around with a ringtail raccoon in a pastel purple yukata. Usagi watched for a moment before looking back to Leo, "A bit early to be thinking about kids isn't it~" He joked, laughing when Leo turned dark red and started walking a bit faster, "That's not-! I-I wasn't-! I just-" He rested his head on Usagi's shoulder as Sagi caught up to him, just laughing at his reaction, "I'm only teasing love, though your reaction was much better than I anticipated." Leo took a moment to collect himself and glanced up to Usagi, "N-Not that I'm opposed to it.. I wouldn't suggest it, yet, but… Do you think? Y'know, that.. That you and me could ever…" Usagi blushed a little, he never took Leo for the fatherly type, though it wasn't impossible to envision that kind of with him someday, he could see Leo being the kind to boast about his kids to any open ear. He pulled Leo into a hug, kissing his head, "One day love. If you want to, we'll make it happen. Though I don't suppose the guy who mutated you would be interested in seeing what he could make with two volunteers instead of one? Might be easier then the alternatives." Leo laughed a little trying to imagine how Barry would react to them at his doorstep asking for a child, and what he'd possibly want in exchange? "Yeah.. I can't imagine what weird sort of payment he'd want in exchange though-" They continued walking, coming up with various random ideas about what sort of things he'd take a payment, all of which was nothing serious like 'a dozen rubber chicken's' or 'a suitcase full of cooked beans' and similar things.

While walking around they'd played a few games, mostly just to play, if they did win something they ended up just handing it off to some kid who hadn't won. They really didn't need the armful of trinkets and toys to bring back to Leos already pretty cluttered room. And it felt pretty nice seeing how happy random people got when they were handed a prize after however many failed attempts they'd just had. Even to the one's who knew Leo and Usagi having seen them around before, knowing the kinds of things they did as their job they weren't scared of them.. That might've been the best part, having people know the kind of work they did and feeling safer with them around rather then fearing what they could do. "Oh hey, we should go find a good spot to watch the fireworks" Leo added as he glanced around, not seeing many open spots to sit between loud and crowded stalls. Usagi nodded, "I think I have a spot, back near my house in that garden, there's a pretty big hill that should give us a nice view. Should we get everyone back together?" Leo shook his head, "Nah we can just text them and tell em where to meet us if they haven't found a spot already, that way if we get there first we could.. Y'know, hold hands and stuff"

"And stuff~?" Usagi repeated with a little chuckle, "Interesting, I'll bite~" Usagi led Leo over to the garden area and sat on the hill with him, Leo pulled out his phone and texted everyone to let them know there was a good viewing spot. April replied saying her and Sunita had found their own spot with Sunita's family and figured it'd be rude to leave. Casey responded saying him and Donnie had found who was setting the fireworks off and were going to stay to help, seeing that it was a snail yokai who looked like he was one strong gust of wind away from keeling over- No one else had responded yet so Leo put his phone away, a little happy that everyone seemed to have their own things going on, and that they were all enjoying themselves as much as Leo and Usagi had been. They sat there for a bit as a few smaller test fireworks were shot off, they leaned against each other with their hands interlocked. It wasn't until the show was nearing its end that one poorly placed pink explosion caught Leos eye. He tensed and froze, Usagi turned to ask what was wrong when he saw the look in Leos eyes. It was clear that he was having another vision, shit- Was it the sight? The sound of them going off? He could cover Leos eyes but he couldn't do much about the sound. "..Leo?" He said softly, giving his hand a little squeeze for an attempt at comfort. Leo just slowly turned to Usagi, his eyes darting across his face like he was looking for something that wasn't there? Or looking between versions of him that didn't quite line up?

Usagi took a breath and stood up pulling Leo up with him, "Leo..? We're go to my house okay? We can get you away from the loud and bright lights." Leo didn't say anything back, but Usagi could tell by how slow he was walking and how confused he looked that he had no idea what was going on. He walked a bit faster towards his house..

Once inside he took Leo up to his room, Hyo was out at the festival as well, and would most likely be out all night if he drank enough. "Alright, its more quite here, lets see what we can do about those visions.." He let go of Leos hand and headed downstairs, coming back a moment later with a cup of water, he had it in a plastic up after the time Leo threw his glass mug across the room and shattered it during another one of his vision episodes- He wasn't going to take the chance this time. When he got back he saw Leo knelt down on the floor against his bed, his hands wrapped around himself as if that was any sort of protection from this mind. He set the cup down and went over to Leo hoping it hadn't gotten worse- Usagi knelt down beside him, wrapping his arm around Leon's back, trying to give him a sense of comfort. He could hear the slider muttering under his breath but couldn't quite make out the context. Just the bit and ends of his words. "It's all fake its all fucking fake… I can't believe that I-- I can't believe- I can't… You're just like the fucking rest- Just- Just like the rest of them.."

"Leo, please.. I-I don't understand-" He moved to be in front of Leo, a hand gently cupping his cheek, Leo smacked the hand away, looking up at Usagi with such a pained expression, tears welling in his eyes as his face tried so hard to fight it. "You-!" He cried, his tone full of anger, and so much pain, "Why are you here? W-Why do you have to keep showing up with your big sad eyes-! And- And act like everything's gonna be okay?? Its not! I'm not! We're not okay! I-I can't keep doing this!"

"D-Doing what? Leo please- I-I don't know how to help you please what can I do?"

"You act like you love me and you come here and- and get so- affectionate when were alone and you tell me I'm the only thing you care about- Then you just… You toss me to the side and leave for days at a time you don't tell anyone you never call or visit till I think you're dead or worse!! Then you just stroll back in here like nothing happened expecting me to just- Wait for you? Not to love you like you're the only thing I want? The only thing I have left here? You tell me I feel like home to you, like I'm the only one you can be yourself around, but you don't act like it-! You don't defend me or give me the time of day when were in public- I-I can't- There's too much at stake here- This war were in, the Kraang- I can't be battling my feelings for you on top of battling actual monsters- Love me or don't but make up your mind-!"

"You-!" Usagi said a bit louder than he intended, Leo perked up, a little shocked at the volume of the interruption. Usagi put his hands on either side of Leos head and pulled him into a deep kiss, "You- Every time, I choose you." He said a bit softer before kissing him again, "You mean everything to me.." He whispered between kisses "Anywhere you go, I'll follow, anything you say, I'll listen, anything you do, I'll allow.. I love you Leonardo- No matter how I act, or where I go, you are the only thing that is ever on my mind. And if there were a crowd around us I'd kiss you anyway, I love you so fucking much it's like torture seeing you live in a future where I'm not able to care about you like I want to. I love you." Leo slowly raised his good hand to wipe his eyes, "..s-say that again." Usagi smiled a little, his hands moving to Leos shoulders, "I love you."

"..again…"

Usagi rolled his eyes with a smile, kissing Leos head, then his cheek, quietly repeating the phrase after each kiss while his hands started to move a little lower. Making sure to give him lots of time to back away if he wanted to or to say no if he wasn't in the mood for this sort of thing. But he seemed to be, into this whole thing that is, I guess the future Usagi was much less emotional or caring. After a few minutes of trailing kisses and letting his hands wander under the fabric of his yukata he figured Leo wasn't going to protest the idea of them going at it tonight, since they were alone in their room after all it wasn't like they had to worry about privacy. He shifted a little as he scooped Leo off the ground and into his arms. "I love you." He said again, a bit louder, and more confidently to make sure Leo had no doubt that he meant it. Leo wrapped his arm around Usagi to make sure he wouldn't fall backwards as he was carried. It only lasted for a moment as Leo was dropped onto the bed, he looked up at Usagi a bit surprised at how serious he looked. Usagi hand a hand on Leo's thigh pushing up the fabric of his yukata, leaning down and kissing Leo again, "I love you." He said under his breath, his other hand untying the band around Leos waist, "And I'm not going to stop loving you till the moment I stop breathing. Even then I don't think I'd be able to help it~" Leo blushed listening to Sagi talk like that, in his future he never heard him say anything as sweet.. "Ah- Sagi-" Usagi undid his own yukata, letting it practically slide off as he inched closer. "If you don't wait to go further tonight tell me now because once I start I won't hold back~ I've been trying to hold back since we've been busy and haven't had much alone time together, but it's been that much harder not being able to have you to myself.. And then seeing you like this… I won't push you if you don't want to-"

"I want to- I just- Promise me something…" He put his hand to Usagi's cheek as he leaned up to get a little closer, "Promise me that you'll be there when I wake up after this, okay..?" Usagi nodded and kissed him again, "On my life, Leonardo. I will never leave you. Tonight or any after, weather you remember this or not, weather we fight or isolate, nothing you do could ever make me leave you. You're stuck with me I'm afraid~" Leo smiled a little and kissed him, leaning back again to invite Usagi to continue.

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