#whips are cool and I promise it’s ok for dudes to use the too

[kc5rings]

I gotta admit it’s a regular petty irritation to me that the last two instructor guards don’t use whips, or even something close like Swire

I don’t need the class to be good, I’m an avid crusher guard fan, but it bothers me when a class with a specific identity goes way off theme

[simthorium]

Filming for the movie began early the next morning. Shea and Astrid assumed their positions from the previous night as the cameras began rolling, and they became their characters of Jessie and Astrid, respectively.

Astrid was still asleep in the morning while Jessie fished using just a stick and some string she’d found. It seemed fruitless, but the broken down dock on the beach they were at told Jessie that there used to be life here at least.

“YES!” Jessie exclaimed, reeling in a large sea bass. She laughed loudly at her catch, feeling extremely satisfied with herself.

“What, what!?” Astrid said, waking up startled. Jessie turned around and smiled, holding the fish up. “Breakfast,” Jessie said. “Ew, I hate fish,” Astrid muttered. “Oh, sorry, I’ll whip up some scones and an egg white omelet for you instead,” Jessie muttered. Astrid rolled her eyes and stood up, heading back into the forest. “Where are you going?” “To find some real food,” Astrid replied.

Astrid spent almost an hour walking in the woods. She was nervous at first, but it eventually became very peaceful. She stumbled upon a beautiful waterfall and felt so serene. “Just what I needed,” Astrid said, beginning to strip. “A nice shower.”

After an hour, Jessie was beginning to get worried. Astrid definitely wasn’t the kind of girl who would traipse around alone in the jungle, so Jessie would have to go find her. “Astrid!” Jessie shouted, cupping her hands over her mouth. “Come on dude, where did you go?”

“Astrid!” Jessie shouted. “Astri--oh, god!” Jessie said, exclaiming as she came upon a very naked Astrid showering in a waterfall. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Jessie said, spinning around and covering her eyes. “I didn’t see anything, I promise.” “Stop being such a prude,” Astrid said as she got out of the waterfall, still fully naked. Jessie peeked from behind her hands, wanting to make sure Astrid had gotten dressed already.

Astrid pulled on a bra and some shorts, then tapped Jessie on the shoulder. “It’s safe to look now,” she said with a smile. “I mean, it was safe to look the whole time.” “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” said Jessie. “Um, hello?” Astrid said. “We’re stranded on an abandoned jungle island. I don’t think I could get much more uncomfortable.” Jessie smiled. “You find anything else to eat in here?” she asked.

“Actually, I did,” she Astrid. “There’s a few banana trees over that way, and I’m pretty sure I saw a coconut or two. There’s a lot of cool stuff in this jungle.” “No wild animals, I hope,” said Jessie. “None that I’ve seen yet, although maybe you better set some traps just in case,” Astrid said. “Why do I have to set the traps?” asked Jessie. “You built a shelter, a fire, and fished a fish out of the ocean,” said Astrid. “I just came to take a shower in a waterfall. It seems pretty clear which one of us is winning this season of Survivor.”

Astrid led Jessie to where she’d found a few fruiting trees earlier on her walk and the two indulged themselves. Astrid ate about 100 bananas, not bothering to count calories for probably the first time in her adult life.

“This is the best coconut I’ve ever tasted,” Jessie said after smashing a few open and drinking the milk inside. “Save some for me,” Astrid said between bites of her thousandth banana.

After their jungle showers and fruit lunch, they headed back to the beach and laid out a bunch of items they recovered from the plane. “Ok, I think I have enough equipment here to try to repair the communication device in the cockpit,” said Jessie. “I think I’ve got enough outfits for at least two weeks,” said Astrid. “The waterfall seemed pretty clean too, so I could probably do a few loads of laundry.”

“Astrid, we’re not staying here for two weeks,” said Jessie. “We need to figure out a plan to leave.” “I know, I mean just in case,” said Astrid. “Some of us want to look fresh, is that a crime? I think I have some shirts that might fit, if you ever wanna get out of that tacky army green you love so much.”

“Hey, I look good in this green,” said Jessie. “You do,” said Astrid. “But it’s getting a little played out.”

“What about that little pink number?” Jessie asked, raising her eyebrow at a particularly skimpy piece of lingerie lying in the sane. Astrid pushed Jessie away, smacking her right between the eyes. “Ouch!” Jessie shouted. “Don’t even think about it,” said Astrid.

Along with supplies and clothes, the girls were ecstatic to find a case of beer stowed away in the plane too. “I can’t believe you keep beer in your plane,” Astrid said, taking a swig. “Were you drunk flying, is that why we crashed?” “Ha ha,” Jessie said sarcastically. “I don’t drink and fly. It’s for celebration after a successful flight. If I’m guilty of anything, it’s for jinxing us.”

The two laid on the beach, watching the sunset. Astrid shivered, her short sleeves and jean shorts not enough to keep her from being cold. Without a word, Jessie sidled up to her and draped an arm over her, snuggling into her. Astrid was hesitant at first, but she was grateful for the warmth.

“You know, I didn’t even want to be in the fashion show,” Astrid said with a sigh. “My mother has been forcing me to be in them for as long as I can remember. Pageants and Miss Teen USA. Now this. If I’d just stood up to her, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.” “You can’t blame yourself,” said Jessie. “It was a freak accident. My plane is solid, the weather just got the best of us. Besides, I’ve seen some of your pieces. You’re a talented designer.” “If only I was allowed to just be that,” Astrid sighed. “I love fashion, sure. But I don’t want to be a model. I want to be a designer. I wish my mom understood that.” Jessie nodded, feeling sleepy. Soon, the two fell asleep in each others’ arms.

[jq37]

The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 6

Bitches Be Shopping

What is up y’all. A little late but let’s jump in with episode six of The Seven where our girls have just received a LOT of information, Sam most of all who got put into a little vision coma that she’s just now waking up from.

She explains the vision to her friends (as she interprets it, the other Eidolons didn’t die, just became part of the natural forces of the world) and then the bear that Penny made on a whim last episode (who is Russian, named Koda, and somehow a trained circus bear) gets into a fight with Katja with their friends buffing the two to make things more interesting because these are still idiot teens, life or death situation or no. Yelle decides to be the adult and tells them to knock it off and get back on mission.

That means Katja needs to call her dad since he’s knows the guy who’s the best lead to getting to TK ( Talcidimir Tallbreeze who I’ll call Tal). She actually manages to get her dad this time who is inside a giant snake on his hell mission. Katja asks what he knows about TK and he says she’s a sorcerer but also has a spell book so maybe she’s multiclassed. Sam and Ant desperately want to know if they boned and Katja absolutely is not interested in that knowledge. Yelle decides to just ask which makes her dad a little annoyed since he’s kind of in the middle of something (literally) and that annoys Ant, Ost, and Sam who--respectively, accuse him of gaslighting Kat, cast Command on him, and cast Bane on him to aid the Command spell. 

Mr. Cleaver fails the save and Ost commands him to tell Katja the truth. He admits that he did hook up with TK and he regrets it (note: it wasn’t like he cheated. It was just a casual hookup that wasn’t fulfilling it seems). Ost demands he apologize for not being there for Kat and Sam berates him for being at the top of the world and not lifting up his daughter too. For his part, Kat’s dad seems genuinely apologetic and promises to do better. 

“You don’t need to be the best father, you just need to be there,” Katja says, making her dad break down crying. 

Yelle, who has no daddy issues, is a bit less aggro and says that everyone makes mistakes and he can start making it up right now by helping with the Tal situation. She also gives them the tip that a cold spell will probably get them out of the snake lickety split.  She is on the money with the snake tip and Mr. Cleaver gets them all invites to a masquerade ball Tal is hosting. It’s being held on the Rumbosa which is this city-sized leisure ship. Mr. Cleaver says he’ll be back as soon as he can and, in the meantime, she should take care of her friends, “even the first 2 that were terrifying to me.”

The girls give Katja the axe they took as a birthday present (it was apparently her birthday the day before which Rekha just decided and Ost/Izzy refuses to accept without a fight because she *knows* Kat’s bday) which is identified as the Axe of Sundering (it can shatter objects, people, and sometimes concepts like halving movement). The two unnamed potions Yelle found are also ID’d as a Potion of Fly and a Potion of Gaseous Form. She distributes the Heath Potions to people without heals. Ant’s new arrows bypass some resistances and let her treat whatever she hits with the first one like it’s her favored enemy. 

According to their invites, the ship they need is docking in the city of Gravalvia soon (a very old city in the Baronies) so they need to figure out a plan. They have some downtime, during which:

Zelda tries to hype up the team.

Zelda tries to see if Ost is OK wrt dad stuff and Ost has a Full Breakdown after badly pretending she’s fine. 

While Zelda, Ost, and Penny are being Emotional and Sam is trying to literally cool them down with her powers, Ant and Yelle keep watch and experience emotional stability as the Adults Of The Party 

Anyway, after a night of rest, they head to the golden city of Gravalvia which is this very cool, very pretty city with mosaics and fountains and I assume columns. They get there and there’s a dramatic fight happening in the square which is halted when one of the fighters realizes that the country he’s fighting for doesn’t exist anymore. And now, it’s time for what we’ve all been waiting for. Shopping Montage! Let’s go girl by girl.

Katja and Ost

Kat asks for help from Ost with getting fancy for this gala since she’s never really done anything dressy before (and she had no mom to help--Kaaaat) and Ost is happy to oblige, dressing them both like “Jersey trash”. Kat, of course, still wears her Khakis underneath.

Antiope

Ant decides to get a vibe for what people here wear and picks something that will blend in but be forgettable so she can be stealthy. Classy blue dress and mask.

Penny

Penny...OK, I absolutely cannot describe what happens here in any way that will do justice to the scene. I am going to tell you what matters to the plot. You have to watch this yourself if you want to see the entire table have a collective breakdown. 

While looking for a costume, Penny runs into a halfling who is a member of the Society of Shadows--Laertes. He wants to know why she hasn’t responded to their invitation yet. She says she’s really eager to join, she just wasn’t sure how to respond (and also, she’s kind of in the middle of something). He says she can join by just messaging back and then her loved ones just have to sign waivers to have their memories wiped of her and she’s good to go. Say what now? asks Penny. She didn’t realize this was like a full Men in Black situation. 

He says it’s ultimately her decision and leaves.

Of course, I left out the parts where he ate a handful of Candy Heart’s remains, became violently ill, almost projectile vomited into Penny’s mouth, and she tried to kiss him despite him being a full adult. It’s A Lot, ok?

Also, we don’t find out until later but Penny picks a sexy duck costume for reasons that make more sense if you watch the scene but not *much* more sense. She also burns one of the healing potions on this dude as he is bar

Danielle

Danielle tries to get some info on the guests at the party and gets the names Lawrence LaDuc, Princess Autumn, and Duston who is the playboy cousin of Tal. She also hears some dude saying some colonize and plunder the earth BS and casts Heat Metal on him, fully mercing the dude. Ice cold. 

She tries to play it off like it’s the Curse of the Forest and when that doesn’t work and people start coming for her, she wildshapes into a dragon wyrmling and starts roasting people, killing 1 and dropping 2 to zero. 

Unfortunately, one of her party members is a known dragon hater and uses her new arrows to snipe her right out of the sky. Ant is horrified once she realizes what she’s done but Yelle says it’s all good. It’s NOT all good, says Ant, I STABBED YOU. You’re allowed to be mad! Yelle says she’s just really good at compartmentalizing but what Ant’s getting here is that Yelle doesn’t really believe that her feelings matter which echo the fears of her moms. 

Sam

Sam uses a combination of Mantle of Inspiration, glamour magic, performance, and good old flirting to get herself some killer clothes and also start a spontaneous musical number Giselle style.  

Brennan says she looks resplendent and, honestly, when does she not?

They reconvene, Zelda in a classic hoop skirt. Yelle realizes she never got a costume and just whips out a Met Gala level, autumn themed, Queen Mab-esque costume with Druidcraft which she could have done this whole time so I guess that’s why she was cool spending her shopping time getting gossip and playing Poison Ivy. 

They get to the ship and the way this works, everyone has to make an entrance and the really rich people (including Tal) are on a dais up top watching everyone come in. They all have to give fake names for the night since it’s a masquerade and they have to do Performance or Persuasion checks to see how impressive they look going in. 

Before they go in, they plan a little. Penny wants to look for TK. Sam wants to find Dunston. Ost wants to talk to the bouncers. Yelle wants to see if there are plants she can manipulate (there are btw) and for any exits. 

A quick rundown of how these all go:

Katja aka Mere (which means both mom and horse): 16 

Ant aka Midnight Huntress: 18 

Penny aka Penny Duckstone: 13

Zelda aka Madame Goodparty: 2 (Poor Zelda)

Sam aka Songbird: 22 (but she takes a hit to entrance save Zelda from totally flaming out)

Ost aka Stanley Gucci: 13

And Danielle, who never hogs the spotlight and is embarrassed to admit that maybe she does want to be the center of attention for once in her life with a Natural 20, gets a 29, absolutely bringing down the house as Empress Anima. As she walks forward she feels a voice say to her, “You got this. I love the name. You wear it well.”

Tal seems very impressed by her and a lady in a rabbit mask (Coeliabranca who I’ll call Coel if she comes up more) comes down to bring her up to the top with the high rollers. As she leaves, Sam casts Fly on her, just in case and holds the Concentration. 

Ost and Kat go talk to the bouncers and Kat decides to pretend to be her mom to get access to the area Yelle is. She rolls low and is told, “Hey, aren’t you already up there?” Kat is like, fuck and Ost saves her by using her charm earrings to get an entourage of guards who will let them through and do what she says. Once up there, Kat doesn’t see her mom which I can imagine she has mixed feelings about. 

Sam finds Dunston who is talking about Fantasy Bitcoin and seems like a real “Step on me mommy” type you know? Like, I feel like he’s into findom. Anyway, Sam charms him and his hangers on and learns about a procedure called a Phlebectomy that involves something going into their nose and then they feel better. Sam is rightfully horrified because, as I said, she is Most Likely To Survive A Horror Movie and can sense BS when she sees is. It’s apparently all the rage with the rich people here which is, como de dice, concerning seeing as they’re surrounded by them but we’ll get to that. Sam takes advantage of Dunston’s proclivities and gets him alone, knocks him out, steals him clothes, and pretends to be him (a *very* good scene by Sephie). 

Penny sees a gnome gnome boy (Lysander Higgins) shining shoes and finds out from him that there is a copper earth genasi woman here. In a very Cinderella move, she asks what shoes she was wearing. Then, she makes out with him which like, sure. At least it’s not a grown adult man this time. Before she gets her kisses in, she does tell the group what she learned. 

Up with the rich people, Yelle is introduced to Tal’s friend who is into Eidolons because of the name she chose. Between the shoes and her knowledge, they confirm that it’s TK! Yelle asks what she knows about Eidolons and she says that 7 is a very powerful number.

We cut to Ant who is patrolling the room as the sun sets and she suddenly hears a little beeping. It’s coming from a small crystal that was in Preston’s shirt (which she still has on her because???). Guests start dripping goo from their noses and transforming into monsters. Ant realizes that some kind of spell is happening triggered by midnight and this beeping. Hope these costumes are battle ready cause it’s fight time baybee!

Superlatives 

Danielle: Most Likely to Be on The News for Murdering Fantasy Jeff Bezos

I cannot imagine what was running through Yelle’s head when she decided that, having just rolled into a foreign country, her next move was to start using lethal force on anti-environmentalist colonizing capitalists. Like, she’s not *wrong* per se but she is wild--in all senses of the word.  

Random Thoughts

Kat keeps saying yesterday was her birthday which Ost/Izzy (and the rest of the group to a less vocal degree) are simply not having because maybe her dad would forget her birthday but her girls absolutely would not.

“You’re great because you stayed,” is the other killshot Kat line to her dad.

At a certain point Sam says, “This is so unhealthy,” to I think Yelle and like, if SAM is telling you your coping mechanisms are unhealthy, get thee to therapy.

OK, so someone, presumably Anima’s spirit, talks to Yelle as she makes her grand entrance which seems like info they should get to Talura ASAP, right? Cause that’s evidence they’re not dead-dead, just changed in form. But also Anima, girl. Don’t talk to Yelle. Talk to your rampaging sister!

"That's my secret, I stay in initiative."

Just a process note, notes are taken for the next ep and I am working on getting that recap up ASAP. As a battle ep, it will be in the abbreviated style that I did for last battle ep. 

In this episode, Penny rolls a Nat 1 (which she rerolls) and one of Brennan’s NPCs rolls a Nat 1. Ant rolls 2 Nat 20s, Yelle rolls 1, and Brennan says that one of his NPCs gets a 20 which sweeps him entirely into Sam’s dance number. 

[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 308 Spoiler Thoughts: Beat His Ass, Young Midoriya!

Chapter leaks are out!  Full chapter hasn’t been revealed yet (and take what I say with a grain of salt until the official translations come out), but I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on.  Nothing super heavy, but it’s an action-packed chapter that shows us how much of a badass Deku has become since he left UA and went all vigilante on us.  So, let’s do this:

Before we get into the chapter, I need to mention our mangaka, Kohei Horikoshi-sensei’s comment this week.  He’s basically apologizing for taking a break last week, calling himself a “small-fry”, and promising to pick himself up.  Horikoshi deserved a break last week and he is by no means a “small-fry” for creating one of the best and most popular pieces of fiction in the last few years.  I hope that he knows that and that he shouldn’t blame himself for taking a break.  

So, the chapter picks up right where we left off!  Deku and Muscular’s battle begins and Muscular recognizes Deku’s voice.  He says that he’s been waiting for this moment as everyone else he’s faced have been weaklings compared to Deku.  As far as we know, Deku has been the only one to even beat Muscular by himself.  It took over 100% of his strength to do so, but Deku did manage to kick Muscular’s ass.  It makes sense why he’d want a rematch.

I need to take a moment here to talk about how awesome Deku looks in his Vigilante costume (as I’ve decided to call it).  The tattered clothing really works for him and the dark sclera around his eye adds to the effect.   Again, I love that he’s finally putting the bunny hood and metal mask to use.  I mean, he used them before, but not as a real part of his daily costume.  He looks almost like a completely different person with them on.  I’d be scared of Deku tbh.  

As the fight continues, he gives the injured Yo Shindo to his GF, Tatami.  Tatami can’t see Deku’s costume because of the smoke surrounding him, but she does kind of recognize his voice from somewhere.  I do wonder if Tatami’s going to put the pieces together and find out that the vigilante is Izuku Midoriya.  And I wonder if she’s going to get the word about his actions spreading and if that will reach our UA kids.  Or the news stations will, that might happen too.  

Speaking of smoke, DEKU UNLOCKED THE 6TH OFA USER’S QUIRK!  The 6th user is the Tobio Kageyama-looking dude with the long collar (He’s cute btw 😳!) and his name is “En” which translated to smoke.  His Quirk is Smokescreen which explains the smoke surrounding Deku at the end of the last chapter.  Deku is using the Quirk too much, so he needs to calm down a bit and use each Quirk individually.  There’s actually quite a bit that Deku could use with a Quirk like Smoakscreen: He could hide himself for a sneak attack, he could use it as a distraction, use it if he needs to retreat, etc.  My mind immediately went to Pokémon (because of course it did) and how Team Rocket would constantly use moves like Smoakscreen and Haze to either distract Ash and Co. to confuse them or use a sneak attack, or run away from the protagonist.  It’s another support-type Quirk, but it’s a damn good one if used right. 

Edit: There’s a panel that shows the scale of how much Smokescreen Deku used and it’s A LOT.  Like, the smoke is covering several streets and it goes to the top of some buildings.  It’s hard for really anyone to see anything.  Deku’s really trying to keep himself in the shadows, I suppose.

To use all his Quirks well, En suggests that Deku think of each Quirk like a support tool.  So, Float is a jetpack, Black Whip is a long string of rope, Danger Sense is a radio, and Smoakscreen is a flare or some kind of smoke grenade (I don’t know the specific name).  This is a really good way of thinking for Deku since he’s been using object-focused metaphors for OFA before.  Remember the “Egg in The Microwave” and the “Turntable in The Microwave”?  Similar to that!

Edit: Fan-scans are out.  It seem like Deku is actively talking to En here as if he’s a little voice in his head guiding him on what to do.  My guess is that after his coma talk with the OFA Holders, Deku can now talk to the vestiges consciously.  He doesn’t need to enter a dream-like state to interact with him; it’s just a thing he can do willingly.

So, Deku uses each Quirk individually and finally ties Muscular down with Black Whip.  I can’t describe it, but it’s so cool to see Deku in action here absolutely folding Muscular.  He really has improved since their last fight. There’s one panel that has a close up of Deku’s masked face and he looks so damn cool!  I’m so tempted to color it when the official translations come out.

Deku is asking Muscular where AFO and Shigaraki are, but Muscular doesn’t know.  He also asks why Muscular is doing what he’s doing, but Muscular just responds that there is only blood and battle in his heart and  he doesn’t want to live a life where he regrets not fulfilling that (his name is revealed to be Gouto Imasuji btw.  Don’t know the translation behind that, but I assume it has to do with his Quirk and his violent personality).  So, this confirms that Deku is actively looking for Shigaraki and AFO.  He’s not just saving people left and right, but he is actively looking for the big bad on his own.  I can’t see that ending well without help unfortunately.  Deku’s also trying to reason with Muscular to see if there’s a different path for him similar to his fight with Gentle and LaBrava.  He’s really going for the “Save People’s Hearts” route and I can understand why.  That’s Deku’s character at its core.  It’s why he wants to try to save Shigaraki despite everything.  If there is a different path for a villain, then Deku will try to lead them to it.  Unfortunately, villains like Muscular don’t always have that path.  

Edit: Actually, you know what, how in the world did Deku know Muscular’s real name?  Did he see it on the news somewhere?  Did he do some research and manage to look it up?  Does he have someone to give him intel?  I mean, unless Muscular’s name was broadcast out there, his real name is some very specific information Deku got a hold of.  

Finally, as he remembers Shigaraki and Kota (the small boy Deku saved back in the Forest Training Camp), Deku runs towards Muscular with full speed and finishes him with one powerful punch!  Deku speeds past Muscular as we finally see his face again under the mask (Badass Deku🥵)!  One Punch Man has left the chat, my dudes.  For real, though, if Muscular really is defeated, it’s amazing how flawlessly Deku beat him.  Deku used every Quirk well and efficiently to dodge Muscular's attacks and pin him down so he could get a clean hit in.  Everything was calculated and executed perfectly.  This is not the Deku we knew back in the Training Camp Arc.    

Edit: Ok, it was explained that Shindo’s Vibration actually did effect Muscular’s Quirk.  Then tendons in his muscles were pulled and were starting to unravel.  That’s what made an opening for Deku to get a good hit in.  I think it would’ve been hard for Deku to knock Muscular out with one punch if that opening wouldn’t have been made.  So, Shindo wasn’t entirely useless.  

And that’s it from what I can gather!  Damn good action-packed chapter! A+ art and writing from Horikoshi once again!  This man just keeps bringing us 🔥.  I’m so glad to see Deku fight like the badass he’s meant to be.  I wish it didn’t have to take a war and several near-death experiences to get here, but Shonen gotta Shonen.  He knocked the lights out of Muscular, I almost feel sorry for him.  He got his ass kicked by the same kid twice in less than a year.  You should’ve stayed in Tartarus, my dude.  Really, all prisoners should’ve stayed in Tartarus.  If Deku can defeat Muscular, then none of them stand a chance against him now.  I can only assume Deku’s going to go after everyone who was associated with the LOV to find Shigaraki and AFO at this point.  Thankfully, we don’t have a break next week.  Will En teach Deku how to play volleyball?!?  I’m kidding!  I do want to know what our UA kids are doing, especially Bakugo, Shoto, and Uraraka.  This would be a good time to transition to them.  Like, they can see Muscular’s capture on the local news, put the pieces together, and go after Deku.  Or we could just keep focusing on Deku’s vigilante adventures, that works too!  

Me @ Deku:

[salandition]

Hi not sure if you know the Pokémon Arceus? He’s like the literal god Pokémon. But if you do can you maybe to do a hop or Leon hc of there s/o or rival just causally letting out the god Pokémon and just going W H A T

A/N: ok. Ok i finally did it. I made another one of these. Here is my statement saying PLS don’t give me 3 more of these prompts because i already have 3 in my inbox and i can only get so creative with what is essentially the same prompt over and over. I got to work on this one because A) i owe you my life for filling me in on what Arceus is B) i think its a good idea. Here we go!

Hop Reacting to Arceus

So with my tiny Pokémon brain I’m gonna assume there’s only like. ONE of these things, right?

Hop is. Man. This dude. If you had the AUDACITY to just whip out God like it’s a god damn ?? Nickit?? He might actually die

PLEASE DONT DO IT WHEN YOURE BATTLING HIM DONT BE MEAN DONT BULLY HIM WITH YOUR GOD POKÉMON HE CANT WIN

Instead you should be like. “Hey, Hop, wanna see something neat”

Immediately he says yes and he’s very excited because this poor bastard trusts you with his life and he will always be excited for whatever you have in store

Now you can take out the God Pokemon. Gauge his reaction as you bite back a smile

His reaction is... something

At first, he doesn’t react at all. He looks at Arceus as if he doesn’t even realize he’s there. It takes a moment and a few blinks to process that The God Of Pokemon And Possibly All of The World is standing in front of him. In front of Hop

Hop. He’s a normal kid. He didn’t ever ever even lightly think about seeing Arceus with his own eyes

Not the jealous type, he’s just speechless. Once the Pokemon slowly trots over so it stands right in front of Hop, he- quite honestly- is ready to scream and run away from you

Not out of FEAR but because there’s so much ENERGY in his body and he doesn’t know what to DO with it. He is vibrating in place and you have no idea how he can do such a thing, but he’s doing it

Can’t talk. Tries to, several times, but all that comes out is a bunch of weird noises. But it’s okay Arceus is cool (or a dick because it knows exactly what it’s doing) as it leans down and presses it’s head on Hop’s.

SHOOT HIM INTO THE EARTH HE’S NOT OKAY WITH THIS HE’S GOING TO DIE

You have to bring Arceus back into it’s ball for Hop to finally drop to the ground as he starts breathing again

Despite all that, there’s stars in his eyes as he looks up at you. Heavily breathing, he clutches his shirt tight and then he just starts laughing

That’s his initial reaction. It’s probably the third time you bring out Arceus that Hop can finally talk and he gently talks to the Pokemon, petting it lightly on the head and his face is always deeply colored with blush when he sees the Pokemon

Leon Reacting to Arceus

I mean. Yeah sure do it

Whip out God when you’re battling Leon. I would love for you to do it god that would be so funny

Once he sees Arceus come out of your Pokeball, he falls on his ass

Literally. There’s nothing to trip on but he loses his balance anyway and falls from shock

Please be cocky. Laugh at him and ask, “come on, Champion, it’s your turn!”

His eyes are blazing. He laughs too, purely because of adrenaline as he stands back up and dusts himself off

So that’s how it’s gonna be? You’re just gonna pull out God on him? Ok sure yeah ok

I mean. I don’t imagine you would do this until he’s working at Rose Tower, his Championship handed over to Victor/Gloria.

He can handle losing against God. That’s to be expected. And he’s more used to losing after he’s no longer Champion (Eventually lol don’t do this pls until he’s used to it don’t be mean to my boy Leon either)

Once the battle is over, Leon runs across the field and straight. For. You

Tackles you to the ground, which you weren’t expecting

“You’re a bastard!” He says, but there’s no malice in his tone as he’s laughing heartily and rolling around with you on the floor. There’s just so much energy in his body, similar to Hop, except he’s weird and decides to get it out by wrestling you on the ground

Once he’s tuckered out, laying next to you on his back, breathing heavy, face flushed, he asks “Can you bring it out again?”

“Not if you’re going to do that again,” you chuckle, and he promises several times that he wont as he sits up on his knees and now he’s wiggling like an excited puppy

You bring Arceus out again, healing it up first, and Leon is breathless

He’s a bit more bold. Reaches a hand out for Arceus to sniff, and once the Pokemon nuzzles into it, he smiles.

“sorry for hurting you, mate,” he whispers to the Pokémon. “I wouldn’t do that under normal circumstances. It was fun though, right?”

You squint your eyes at him, smiling, and he does the same.

Obviously, Arceus doesn’t reply, and eventually walks away to do it’s own thing, leaving you and Leon alone as you still sit on the turf flooring

Leon just sighs, throwing his head back. “You’re amazing, but you’re so full of it,” he snorts. You nudge him with your shoulder, but nod in agreement

“Yeah, yeah i can agree with that,” you laugh.

[sweatpeeee]

Love potion AU (part2)

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wassup guys, I FINALLY have part 2 ready!!!!! It only took me forever. but yeah! I hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for all the love and support btw! thank you so much for 114 followers!!! genuinely so amazing! anyways with no further adieu, her is part 2 (hey that rhymed lmao)

Warnings: swearing, passing out, Peter being petty, Brad being concerned. and i think that’s it! LMK if I missed anything! :)

  It seemed the peter couldn’t suppress the giddy smile on his face, the boy basically skipping down the hallway with a tiny glass vial closed off with corkscrew twirling between his fingers. The substance glowed blue, but only when it was stirred did the liquid radiate. Peter felt his heart race at the thought of having MJ in his arms finally noticing and loving him the way he’s always dreamed. He imagined walking down the hall with his hand in Michelles as she leaned her on his shoulder, Peter’s ears burned red at these intrusive innocent thoughts that crossed his mind. His pace was fast to his locker, too excited at the power that the little container held. 

“What is that?” Peter felt his soul leave his body at the sudden question from his best friend who was breathing down his neck. Peter spun around gasping and clutching his chest.

“Ah! Ned! What the Hell?!?” Slowly feeling his body untense, his breathing still rapid. 

“What is that” Ned asked again nonchalantly as if he didn’t almost give his best friend a heart attack. 

“Oh, uh… it’s- you know... it’s web fluid-” Of course, Peter’s best friend knew he was lying-not mentioning that peter’s voice goes up six octaves when he lies. 

“You seem to forget that I am your best friend and that I have actually seen what your web fluid really looks like.” The boy with a bucket hat lifted up his brow unamused. 

“God, Fine I’ll tell you- but you have to promise me you wont get mad at me or tell anyone.” Peter whispered while leaning towards his friend. Ned leaned closer too, slightly giddy. 

“It’s a love potion-” The boy mutters, Ned shoots his head up, beyond shocked. 

“ No, No, no, no. I am NAWT letting you do that- nope-” The outburst caused many students to cast their gaze at the two boys, muttering a few insults that the bucket hat boy didn’t seem to pay attention to. 

“Ned, would you shut up??? Just listen-” Peters hands were waving around trying to get his friend to quiet down, “And you promised you wouldn’t get mad!-” 

“No! I am mad!  Because it’s about time I tell you how INSANE you sound!-” Ned began to whisper aggressively with teeth clenched shut, “I mean you cannot be serious! That's genuinely horrible, Peter and I’m deadass disappointed in you-” 

“What’s horrible?” The sudden quiet and soft voice broke their bickering- both boys froze with wide eyes and turned  towards you. Your books clutched to your chest, your fingers picking at your already damaged binder.

“Y/n! Hey! Uh… when did you get here?” Peter’s hand whipped behind his back to hide the substance that would help with his goal to win over a girls heart. 

“Um.. A few minutes ago- what were you guys talking about?” You sensed they were hiding something but couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You simply gave them a confused glance. Ned’s smile was strained but sweet nonetheless, peter sweating buckets next to him. 

“N-Nothing! Nope, nothing at all- just how… uh,” Ned glanced at Peter for any sort of help, the brunette shrugged helplessly, “Just how- how dumb-” Ned lands a pinch to Peter’s forearm- resulting in a wince and yelp from the boy, “-Peter is for not consulting with us about a…. OH- A movie night without us!” Ned grumbled between his clenched yet smiling state, “Right Pete?”

“Y-Yeah! Of course! Caught me ha ha… um yeah I just wanted to surprise you guys- you know what they say…. Surprises never come often!” He clears his throat… His palm sweaty from your perplexed gaze. 

“God, I forget how absolutely weird you guys are. Whatever- uh movie sounds great but I think I won't be able to make it-” You began backing up to head to your first period, unwilling to be around the boy you swooned over. It’s probably best you stayed away to avoid heartbreak. Plus, he was most likely going to invite MJ and you weren’t in the mood to see your crush drool over your best friend, that was until a figure placed their arm around your shoulders. 

“I think she means she can’t wait to have a movie night!” Speak of the devil. MJ dragged you back to the two boys who were still trying to act casual. 

“MJ, please- I really-” You muttered until the curly haired girl cut you off, 

“No, y/n- you can’t bail and expect things to stop being difficult- come on.” She muttered back, “so who’s house?” she smirked. You glanced at Peter, already becoming a flushed mess, his mouth tripping over his own tongue. 

“W-we can go to- to uh- to mine… if you guys want..-” You would’ve thought that stutter was adorable if only the reason wasn’t for your best friend's presence that was making him blush. 

“Cool. 8pm, no later.” and with that, she spins around and heads to class right as the bell rings.    

Y/n felt uneasy the rest of the day- feeling her stomach drop at the sheer thought of going to the movie night just to watch Peter drool over her best friend. 

As the final bell of the day rang, y/n gathered her things and headed to her locker in a hurry- in hopes to avoid her group of friends. She shuts her locker and spins towards the exit, only to run into someone- felt like a brick wall honestly. Looking up to meet the tall figures' eyes to apologize, your eyes widen. 

“Hey, Y/n!” The boy smirked looking down at you, showing his bright clean teeth.

“Oh, Brad- I’m so sorry I wasn’t even aware-”

“No! You’re all good! It was my fault I should’ve warned you or something-” Brad laughed, his eyes crinkling on the edges. You had to admit that Brad was very attractive. He has a strong build and was very kind, he always seemed to be very happy to be around you. Lately Brad has been hanging out with you during lunch or in between classes, He even offered to become your year long chemistry partner. You would even go as far as consider Brad a friend. 

“Well, sorry anyway” You looked down at your shoes before forcing yourself to look up at your eyes, “uh, how can I help you?” You couldn’t help but blush at his intense gaze. 

“Well, I swear I had it at the tip of my tongue but I seemed…” He smirked as he leaned his hand on the locker next to your head- you felt yourself shrink under him, “- to get lost in those beautiful y/e/c eyes of yours. I must’ve forgotten what I was trying to tell you.” your cheeks and ears burned red. 

“Oh god- Brad stop that-” You giggled as you ducked under his arm to walk towards the school doors. Brad followed with an easy strut, of course it didn’t take much to catch up to you- The dude was tall as hell. 

Brad let out a hearty laugh, now walking next to you, “now, you know I’m just teasing you y/n- I love the way you get all hot and bothered when I compliment you.” You just shook your head with a grin adorning your features, “Hey, is it ok if I walk you home?” You look up at the kind boy, happy at the idea that at least someone wants to be around you voluntarily.

“I mean-” right then you feel an arm drape over my shoulder and interrupt your conversation. 

“Hey, Brad! How’s it going dude,” MJ lets go of you for a second and gives him a bro hug. 

“Hey MJ, it’s going pretty good- Just chatting with this cutie. Wondering if I could walk her home today.” He flashed you a grin accompanied with a wink. Your face hot as you avoided MJ’s growing smirk. 

“Hey, you can walk with us- were all having a movie night at Peter’s if you want to come along?” Brad’s face seemed to light up at the suggestion, 

“Woah, hey seriously? That’d be awesome! Well, if it’s cool with you guys? You sure Peter won’t mind?” his brows furrowed in worry. 

“Of course not! Pete’s a chill dude, he won’t care at all.” 

----

“Can someone explain to me why the hell Brad Davis is walking behind us with our y/n?” Peter couldn’t keep the venomous words from leaving his mouth the second they were far enough from the pair behind them. 

MJ chuckled at his frustration as Ned watched with curious eyes as to why his friend was so pressed. 

“Would you relax, he just wants to be near Y/n because he likes her.” MJ bumps Peter in the shoulder with her own, making him stumble a bit with a grunt. 

“Ok but why y/n?” He mumbles

“Woah-” Ned gasps in shock to Peter’s words

“No, no- I didn’t mean-” 

“Peter, you have no right saying what y/n can and cannot do and in who she talks to.” MJ could’ve caused physical pain to that boy with the glare she was giving him. Peter grumbled to himself- knowing his crush was right. The thought of y/n and Brad flirting didn’t sit well with him. 

“Wait- so Brad is having a movie night with us?” Ned peered behind them to see Brad poking his finger towards y/n’s side making her burst in giggles and attempt to push Brad's fingers away.

“No” 

“Yes” 

 MJ and Peter share a glance. The curly haired brunette squints, “what was that, Peter?” Challenging him to repeat his statement. 

“God, fine.” It comes out as a Scoff. He just wanted to get home so he could set his plan in motion. He could already tell MJ was beginning to grow annoyed with him already. 

——

“Shh- Brad, you c-can’t say stuff like that!” Your sweet laughter started to get on Peter’s nerves. His knuckles white as he unlocks the door and pushes in. 

What the hell is so funny? Of course this plan is going to be ruined with them constantly giggling and flirting- 

“Yo- Pete! Is it chill if I use your bathroom?” Brad's voice reaches Peter as he slings his backpack next to the door, just the thought of Brad staying at his apartment, eating his snacks and flirting with his y/n- he stops himself, he must be getting too protective over his friends. 

“It’s fine-“ he mutters before hearing a door close in the direction of his bathroom, Peter crouches to the movie cabinet, scanning every CD for hopefully a star wars movie, “finally some peace and quiet around here-“ 

“You ok Pete?” Your soft voice startled him- his head spins to his right- meeting your soft gaze. 

“Y-yeah it’s all good.” Hoping she didn’t hear his relief of Brad's absence. 

“Are you sure? You seem really tense,” Peter couldn’t find an excuse, looking around for one until his eyes landed on MJ laughing about something with Ned. Y/n noticed, “oh… is it because of MJ?” Her mood drained, all that talking with Brad distracted her from why she really didn’t want to go over for movie night. 

MJ…. 

That has to be it- yeah, that’s why he’s irritated. He doesn’t want things to go wrong with MJ. 

He nods slightly. Y/n lips part, words she’s been itching to say about to leave her mouth before- 

“Hey, y/n! Check out this puppy wearing a lion costume!” Brad was holding up his phone in your direction. You glanced back then smiled at Peter and turned towards Brad. You smiled as the video played, a little smiling pout rested on your lips, Brad gazed at you- one would call them heart eyes, Peter would call it disgusting. Brad looked at Peter and winked. 

God this guy is insufferable. 

———-

30 minutes into Back to Future, Peter unwillingly agreed to watch after a stern glare from Ned, and Brad was quite cuddled up to y/n. Peter had no idea why he was acting the way he was, he just didn’t trust Brad to take care of her and treat her right, he seemed like a player to Peter. Peter shook the negative thoughts out of his head before deciding that he should now start setting his plan into motion. 

“Anyone want a drink?” Peter stood, straightening out his jeans. 

“Yeah I’d like one,” Brad nodded, still watching TV, then shifted his eye’s to Y/n, “ What about you, Y/n?” You looked up at Brad and smiled, a small nod. Peter could all but roll his eyes. 

“Ned? MJ?” His eyes silently pleading that his crush says yes. Ned nods, MJ contemplates then shrugs.  

Peter nearly runs to the kitchen, pulling out the glowing vile from his pocket. Setting out 4 cups, pouring in some kool-aid he made earlier in the morning. Slowly he lifts the pitcher, filling 3 cups generously except for the fourth one. He pops open the tube with the chemical, remembering distinctly what Mr. Strange had told him. 

Absolutely no more than 3 drops. Any more than 3 drops and we’ll have some serious problems. Do I make myself clear? 

“Just 3. No more than 3, you got this Peter.” Peter focused intently on the tube, watching as the liquid dripped…

One…

Two…

Thre-

“Yo! Peter! You good with those drinks?” 

Four-five-six….

Peter could’ve screamed. He could’ve ripped his hair out. But there he stood with his jaw on the floor, with a cup full of, not 3 but 6, drops of the enchantment. Brad came strolling in, grabbing the infected drink and a clean one- 

“WAIT BRAD- DONT!” Peter nearly trampled the guy- making Brad jolt and spill some of the drink in his shirt. 

“Jesus Peter! What the hell is your problem??” Brad set the cups down on the small table in the living room with the girls as he made his way to the restroom. 

“What happened?” MJ was about to get out of her seat to check out the noise. 

“N-nothing! Nothing!” Peter peered at his friends, meeting with concerned eyes, ”It’s all good! Brad just uh- he spilled some of the drink on his shirt- Hey Ned I need assistance-“ Peter spoke through his teeth, attempting to reassure the girls. Ned looked around confused as well as the two girls sharing perplexed glances. 

“Code Death Star” he harshly whispered- 

Bed shot up out of his seat and rushed with Peter to the kitchen. 

“What happened???” Ned whispers while he  avoided the puddle of kool aid on the floor. 

“Brad happened! I was just putting in the drops like Mr.Strange told me, then Brad scared me and 6 drops slipped in-“ 

“6 drops?!??” Ned was quickly muted by Peter's hand slapping over his mouth. 

“Shhh keep it down, dude-“ 

Ned rips Peter's hand off, “Dude we have no idea what that could do! What if she pukes for the rest of her life?? What if it does the exact opposite of making her like you?? What if she dies-“ 

“I don’t know what it could do! We just need to make sure that no one touches that drink!” Peter then sees from his peripheral vision, his spider senses going haywire, a Y/n stuck with a grimace on her face. 

A red cup in her hand. 

No… nonononononono- don’t tell me-

“ No offense Peter, but this shits disgusting- tastes like medicine if you ask me.” You gag lightly, “god- it’s got a horrible aftertaste too- I swear you’re out to kill me Peter” you giggle. Walking past them and throwing out the cup. 

Peter found this anything but funny- Neds eyes went wide- absolute shock ran through both of the boys. 

“What? Is there something on my face?” You began rubbing your cheeks and your lips. The boys staying stoic, “guys…?” You began getting worried.

“H-how much did you drink?” Peter's voice is 6 octaves higher, taking slow cautious steps towards you.

“I- I chugged it-“ Peter then grips your wrist and as if the whole world stopped, you could only see Peter. Your feelings increase ten fold. suddenly you feel absolutely dizzy. Your legs tremble at the sheer touch of his hand on your wrist, he’s tugging you towards his room and your head keeps spinning, you place your hand onto the wall for balance before being dragged once again. Your blurry vision sees Brad barely exit the restroom wiping his shirt- then glancing at you- eyebrows furrowed.

You shut your eyes tightly, hoping it helps with your focus, blinking rapidly. Your body grows hot- like you’re running a fever, but your feet and hands are freezing. You can hardly hear anything as Peter's distant voice soothes you, probably telling you to sit on his bed. You started falling into a state of drowsy sleep despite his voice sounding distressed.

 You pass out. 

“Shit! Shit shit shit shit!” Peter was Whimpering and shaking your shoulders, pulling your eyelids open only to see the white of your eyes, iris rolled back, “oh god, please wake up Y/n! I need you awake!” Peter's heart was in absolute anguish, he felt a deep hole in his chest, he couldn’t breath. 

Panic attack. 

Ok, ok fuck- Ohmygod is she dead??? This was a mistake, god what the fuck did I do??? Fuck fuck fuck ok ok you need to calm down- what the hell am I having a panic attack right now??? ok ok 3 things- what can I see? Uh ok ok…. 

Peter glanced down at your unconscious body and started taking deep breaths. 

Ok ok I can see y/n’s…. smooth skin- uh I can… I can- I can see her favorite hair tie, I can see uh… her star wars shirt… ok good ok uh 3 things I can feel- 

He grasped her limp hand. His breaths are already regulating. 

I can feel her hand- a-and her pulse! Oh thank god I can feel her pulse….her bracelet. 

Ok and I can hear her breathing! I can hear cars outside, I can hear the movie from the living room. 

His heart rate goes down significantly. He’s at ease now. Ned barges in, startling Peter. About to speak before his eyes stop dead on an unconscious girl on Peter's bed. 

“Is she dead?!?” 

“No! No she’s ok! She’s just passed out!” Peter couldn’t bring himself to move from you- your hand still grasped tightly in his. He felt absolutely horrible, he’d never forgive himself for this. He only prayed that you woke up soon. 

“What’s going on?'' Brad's voice in the hallway, Peter runs to his door, holding it close to his body to stop Brad from looking inside. 

“Nothing Brad, mind your business-“ 

“No Peter! I don’t know what the fuck your problem is with me, but all I know is that you’re a sketchy little dude with some serious problems- Now I saw y/n and she didn’t look well- let me see her.” Brad attempted pushing open the door but Peter kept his grip on the door. His spider strength came quite in handy. 

“She's fine dude- she wasn’t feeling well so I took her to my room so she could rest!” Brad only glared down at Peter. His deathly stare was nearly intimidating but Peter wouldn’t cave,” I think you should go home.” Peter didn’t even try to hide the venomous tone this time. Brad was really getting on his nerves. 

“You’re up to something. Hiding things. And I’m sure that whatever it is you’re hiding,” Brad nods his head, signaling to you behind Peter, “you don’t want her finding out.” Brad slowly walks backwards, eyes never leaving Peter, “I’m on to you, Parker.” And with that Brad turned around and left the apartment, slamming the door. 

He sighed in relief, turning around to his best friend. 

“So now what?” 

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Chapter 3: You’re a Conflicted Person, Not a Bad Person. [Tubbo]

(tws: emeto, rather graphic alcohol withdrawal. very mild injury (bruising).

Tubbo does not betray Schlatt.

It’s not like he doesn’t plan on it, at least in the beginning. He’s hesitant, going into Schlatt’s presidency. Exiling his best friend and mentor isn’t a great opening, not for any of them.

Schlatt doesn’t do much to improve this image, not at first. He’s aggressive and mean, barking orders and shouting when things don’t go his way. Not long into his term his drinking ramps up, only serving to make matters worse.

All the same, it doesn’t take Tubbo long to start second-guessing himself. Quackity sees something in the man, saw enough to marry the guy, and Fundy was willing enough to throw away his relationship with his own father in his favor. So… Tubbo is willing to try too.

It’s hard. Schlatt denies any attempts he makes to get to know him. Maybe once or twice, he gets a celebratory pat on the back or even a kind remark if he’s lucky, but Schlatt holds him at arm’s length without fail. But Tubbo doesn’t give up. Not on people, and not on anything.

… Which is why he’s currently holding back the jewelry hanging from Schlatt’s horns while the man hacks up what seems like his entire guts into a trash can. He’s not quite sure how he got here, but it’s not exactly what he thought he’d be doing with his night.

He’d been hoping to go and visit Wilbur and Tommy tonight, but what with Wilbur’s recent turns towards insanity he’s really not sure it would be any better than this.

Schlatt groans and Tubbo helps him lay down on the office sofa. He sits down on the carpet in front.

“On your side, I don’t want you choking,” he says gently. He’s only seen Schlatt this drunk a few times before, and it never becomes any less disconcerting.

He’s not sure why he starts talking. Maybe it’s to help distract himself, maybe it’s because he wants Schlatt to know.

“When you first showed up- not when you came to visit, but when you came to campaign- you were so threatening. Wilbur was so angry you decided to show up. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him that mad before, honestly.” While he talks, he gently pulls the jewelry from Schlatt’s horns. He chuckles a bit. “You were terrifying. You seemed like a genuine threat, when you exiled Wilbur. What happened to that?”

Schlatt coughs, wet and violent, but doesn’t answer. His eyes are closed, and Tubbo’s not quite sure if he’s even conscious.

Tubbo sighs. “I mean, it’s not really like I want to see that. But you had power, and authority, and it was cool as shit.” He draws his knees to his chin. “Now you’ve just left it to the three of us, and we’re not suited to run a nation at all.”

Schlatt sighs, and when Tubbo looks at him his eyes have slid open, just barely. His ram’s pupils are unfocused. Tubbo keeps talking.

“I guess… all three of us wanted to be involved in this. Quackity wanted power, Fundy wanted control, I wanted to be important… but now that we’re here, it’s not really that great.” He sighs, running his hands over his face. “Maybe it was like that for you, too. Is that it?”

Schlatt puts a hand on his shoulder, and Tubbo looks at him, smiles. “Thanks.”

Schlatt promptly passes out.

>

It’s not an epiphany or anything. Schlatt is still an asshole when he’s not passed out at his desk, Quackity still shouts 24/7, and Tubbo still tries his best to get out from under everyone’s feet and stay out of the way. Just because he understands the man a bit better doesn’t make him any less of a dick.

After the shouting at the White House threatens to make him pull his hair out, he decides instead to hide away at Pogtopia for the night.

 There’s a horse outside that he’s never seen before. He’s not even sure Tommy knows how to ride a horse. Whatever.

It’s only once he gets inside that he realizes. Sitting around a little fire is Tommy, Wilbur, and Technoblade. He grins.

“Techno?” He calls down to the group, and they all startle. Wilbur stands from where he was seated, looking incensed.

“Tubbo,” Techno greets as he makes his way down, giving him a small smile. Tubbo laughs.

“I didn’t even know you’d come to the server!” He exclaims. “Should’ve sent me a whisper.”

“Tubbo? Why’d you come?” Wilbur asks, eyes narrowing. The mood tangibly darkens. “Do you have anything?”

Tubbo holds up his hands placatingly. “No, I just wanted to visit, is that ok?”

Wilbur visibly bristles, hands making their way out of his pockets and into his hair. After a second, he leans forward and grabs Tubbo’s wrist, hard. “No, that’s not fucking ok! You put us at risk!”

He looks fucking crazy. Tubbo takes a step back, wrenching his wrist free. Thankfully, Tommy steps in.

“Woah, dude, it’s fine, it’s not like he comes very often. He knows to be careful, it’s fine. Don’t worry.” He almost seems to be saying it more to himself than Wilbur, who doesn’t look at all convinced.

“Don’t do it again,” Wilbur mutters, turning his back on the group and making his way deeper into the ravine.

Tommy sighs, visibly relaxing as the figure disappears. He shoots Tubbo an awkward smile. “Sorry. He’s been like that a bit, recently. It’ll be fine.”

Tubbo rubs his wrist with a placating smile. That’s going to bruise.

Techno, who’s been standing off the side, huffs and throws Tubbo a healing potion. He fumbles it in his hands a bit before catching it. He looks between it and Techno for a few seconds before saying, “I don’t really need this.”

The piglin shrugs. “Whatever, just take it.”

Tommy looks a bit concerned before shaking his head as if to clear it. He beckons to Tubbo. “Come on, I wanna show you Techno’s potato farm.”

 Tubbo sips as they walk. He doesn’t want to drink too much, only enough to heal the bruise. He’s not sure whether healing potions would work for alcohol poisoning, but he’s willing to give it up for a good cause.

“How’s the tyrant been?” Tommy asks, kicking at rocks while he walks. Tubbo chuckles.

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” When Tommy shoots him a look, he rushes to defend himself. “I mean… it’s not too bad, right now. We’re managing.”

Tommy stops in his tracks. “When did it become ‘we?’”

“No, no,” he exclaims, motioning with his hands and threatening to spill the potion. “I just mean like. Me, Fundy, and Big Q, that’s it.”

Tommy’s eyes stay narrowed for a few more seconds before he makes an angry exclamation, hands finding their ways to his head. He groans, turning away from Tubbo. Tubbo frowns, a bit concerned. “Tommy?”

“I’m sorry, Tubbo,” he murmurs, whipping back around and pulling him into a hug. They stay like that for a few moments before Tommy pulls away. He motions for them to keep walking.

“Listen, Wilbur’s been fucking crazy lately. He keeps telling me I can’t trust anyone, and, like.” He shakes his head with a sigh. “I guess it kinda got to me for a minute. How are you doing? What’s it like in Manberg?”

Something pushes Tubbo to tell the truth. “It’s not too bad. I mean, Quackity and Fundy and I are basically running the country, but Schlatt’s been doing better lately.”

“What d’you mean?” Tommy asks, pulling out a loaf of bread and ripping it in half. He extends a half to Tubbo, who takes it eagerly.

“He’s drunk, like, most of the time,” Tubbo confesses quietly. “But he’s really been making an effort lately.”

“Huh,” Tommy says. He stares out at the sunset.

They’re quiet for a long, long moment, silently passing loaves of bread and apples between them.

“... Do you reckon Schlatt’s doing better than Wilbur?” He finally asks, almost whispering like he’s worried Wilbur will pop out from the shadows. He leans against a wall and wrings his hands in a nervous action.

Tubbo feels his heart stop. He stammers for a minute before he decides to be as honest as he can.

“Yes.”

>

“Promise me something,” Schlatt says quietly, one night. Tubbo jumps. He’d been puttering around the office while Schlatt laid on the sofa, and he hadn’t even known Schlatt was awake. When he turns around, Schlatt has pulled himself into a sitting position, his eyes strangely clear.

“What is it?” Tubbo asks nervously. Sure, it’s been months since he’s been frightened of Schlatt in any capacity, but it’s still worrying when he looks like this.

“Promise me you won’t drink. Not ever.”

Tubbo’s heart drops to his stomach. He nods, feeling strangely like he wants to cry. “I promise. Not ever.”

Schlatt nods back, chewing his lip. His ear flicks and he seems to analyze Tubbo’s expression for a few more seconds before he lays back down. Tubbo watches him for a few more minutes, listening to Schlatt’s breath even out. Every once in a while he lets out a wheeze and Tubbo stiffens again.

Once Tubbo is certain he’s asleep, he lets himself cry.

>

“Can we talk about the exile?”

It’s a bit of a spur of the moment decision. He and Schlatt have just finished with the paperwork and it’s reached the part of the night where Schlatt’s hands are shaking so much he’s having a hard time doing much of anything, where his eyelids have started drooping. Maybe it’s wrong of Tubbo to ask him when he’s already exhausted, but it can’t wait.

“What d’you mean?” Schlatt asks, barely tilting his head towards him. He’s staring at a spot on the desk, some sort of stain from a spilled drink.

“Um.” He fidgets with his hands a bit. “I want to let Tommy back in the country.”

That leads to a raising of the eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Not Wilbur, I won’t fight you on that one. Just Tommy. I know you don’t like him, but…” he chews his words. “I don’t think he’s safe with Wilbur.”

Schlatt seems to mull it over, and Tubbo’s not sure whether he’s thinking or out of it for a few seconds.

“Does this have something to do with your trips out of the country?”

Tubbo freezes for a long second, but after a few tense moments he regains his composure. “Um. What do you mean, sir?”

“I know you’ve been visiting them.” He catches Tubbo’s eye, strangely lucid for a man who was slurring so much a few minutes ago. He waves a shaking hand. “Well?”

Squeezing his fists, he decides to be honest. No point in pretending. “Yes. I’ve been visiting them. In the beginning, it was to betray you, I’ll admit.

But I’m on your side now. I am. Wilbur’s… He’s not doing well. And Tommy’s caught in the middle. I want to bring him here. Without Wilbur.”

Schlatt looks at him for a long moment. For once, he looks like a president.

“I’ll think about it.”

>

In the end, it isn’t much of a fight. Schlatt agrees, Tubbo talks to Tommy, Tommy talks to Techno, and they leave, Wilbur screaming at their heels.

Tommy’s shaking, but Schlatt and Quackity are waiting at the remains of the wall. Tubbo catches Schlatt’s eye and Schlatt fixes him with a soft expression he’s never seen before.

Tubbo grins. The president is proud.

>

Nothing’s perfect. Alcoholism isn’t solved overnight, and neither is a country built on nothing but pride. But sometimes, when Tommy and Tubbo are running through the White House after stealing some sort of way-too-expensive chocolate from a president, he thinks it’s ok.

[italian-pastry]

BNHA Kid Headcanons

(For @yourwildflowerbouquet )

KIRIBAKU

-Eijirou had always wanted a lot of kids

-and Katsuki can't say no to his husband

-so there's 5 of them

-(damn 5 whole children)

-their kids call them Papa (Eijirou) and Dad (Katsuki)

-the first one is a girl

-she's just a copy-paste katsuki (personality wise) but with a better attitude

-they were figuring out how to raise kids

-they did pretty well, I think

-Her quirk is Fragmentation (She can make spikes on her body, then shoot them off like missles)

-her name is Mieko (Already Prosperous)

-the second one was a boy

-he ended up much more like Eijirou

-overall a radical little dude

-his quirk is Lavanic (he secretes lava like how Mina secretes acid)

-his name is Akio (Bright Man; Manly; Hero)

-(wow so original)

-the third one was born a male but she's more comfortable identifying as a girl so she's a she and that's that

-suprisingly timid for being raised by Katsuki and Eijirou

-also surprisingly, she still manages to be more like Katsuki whilst being timid

-passionate, stubborn, probably has some sort of complex, etc.

-her quirk is Pressure Blow (she hardens her own skin, but not as strong as Eijirou can, and when it breaks, there's an explosion)

-her name is Hiroki (Bright; Hope)

-the last two are twins

-which really surprised Katsuki

-"wtf why are there two"

-"well, kat, there is such a thing as twins"

-there is a girl and boy

-katsuki was horrified when his mom told him that the girl acted just like he did when he was a baby

-the boy is much more chill

-he just wants to play sports is that such a crime?

-the girl's quirk is Explosion (can send out a burst of energy like an explosion) and the boy's is Implosion (Explosion but in reverse)

-the girl's name is Kana (Powerful) and the boy's name is Tatsuhiro (Dragon, Immense Power)

-they're one big happy family

-Mieko has fully sharp teeth (like Eijirou) and the twins have partially sharp teeth

TODODEKU

-Shouto was worried when Izuku brought up the prospect of having kids

-he didn't want to fuck them up because he had a terrible dad

-"Izuku you didn't have a dad and I wish I didn't have a dad we're gonna fuck up this poor kid"

-Izuku respected his wishes and accepted the fact that they probably wouldn't have kids

-until Shouto had a chat with Natsuo (after Natsu became a dad)

-"Here's how I think of it, little bro; I'm gonna be the best fucking dad to this kid to show Endeavor that no matter how badly he fucked me up, I can still be happy with a better family than he will ever have"

-that certainly changed Shouto's perspective on things

-"oh yeah don't forget to have a good support system and do research on how to raise a kid or idk ask someone with actually good parents ok good luck buddy"

-So Shouto was lile "hey maybe we can try this kid thing out I did research and I'm feeling a bit more confident in my ability to raise a human"

- Izuku: :DD

-So they had a son!

-He's real chill (he's the mom friend and proud of it)

-imagine Shouto's overall chillness, but with Izuku's caring nature

-his quirk is Half-Flurry Half-Firework (he can make snow from one side of his body and sparks from the other)

_his name is Toshi, for obvious reasons

-(All Might cried)

-Izuku was like "look at how well we're doing with our son! Man, we we're worried over nothing!"

-"let's have another"

-"what"

-"you heard me"

-so they had another!

-Poor girl was born with the curse of blue eyes and red/pink hair

-Shouto was happy that she at least got Izuku's freckles to balance it out

-Homegirl is just Izuku minus anxiety

-she'd be unstoppable if she really tried

-her quirk is Thermostat (she can raise or lower the temperature of the air around her)

-her name is Arakan (Worthy One; Hero)

-Izuku: Wow I love our kids and how not screwed up they are :D

-Shouto: one more

-Izuku: wha

-Shouto: Just one more

-So they had one more

-she's a very good girl

-very respectful and sweet

-her quirk is black ice (ice, but black)

-her name is Youdai (Gentle; Shine)

- The kids call their parents Chichi (Izuku) and Daifu (Shouto)

-Sometimes called 'Chi' and 'Dai'

-These kids have 1 (one) grandpa and his name is Toshinori and he's their favorite

-The kids' grandmas are also very popular in this household

TSUYURAKA

-Ochako was pretty excited to have kids

-And tsu wanted them too so it all worked out

-They had a son first!

-he's a sweet boy who loves everyone and has a deep passion for life

-he does fall on the autism spectrum, but he works hard to not let that hold him back

-Tsu and Ochako are very supportive of their boy

-his quirk is Space Boy (He can increase or lower the amount of gravity affecting himself or anything he kicks)

-his name is Takiyo (waterfall)

-fun fact: he has half-n-half hair (half brown half green)

-their second child is a beautiful girl

-she's sisterly and energetic

-she doesn't really "get" hero culture and the desire for that lifestyle

-her quirk is Frog Morph (she can turn into a frog)

-her quirk is pretty plain, but she doesn't care

-her name is Ezumo (Fountain; cloud)

-Ochako and Tsu didn't have another kid for some time for no one reason

-but they did have another!

-he's a wittle itsy bitsy baby boy!

-he has a moon birthmark around his left eye

-AND heterochromia

-(man their kids have alot of half-n-half bastard traits)

His quirk is Orbit (anything he touches starts to orbit around himself)

-His name is Tsuki (Moon), but he's nicknamed Usagi (Rabbit)

- the kids call their moms Haha (Ochako) and Mama (Tsuyu)

-Since Ochako and Tsuyu didn't take each other's last names, their kids have alternating last names

-Takiyo and Tsuki have the Asui last name, and Ezumo has the Uraraka last name

SHINKAMISERO

-Denki and Hanta were the ones most excited to have kids at first, and Hitoshi was like 'cool go nuts I'll help raise them'

-So, biologically, their first kid's parents are Hanta and Denki

-but he's still very close to Hitoshi

-he looks and acts a lot like Hanta

-he's an all around sk8r boi

-his quirk is Electric Tape (basically Hanta's quirk but he can send and harness electricity via his tape)

-His name is Takeo (Warrior)

-one day when he was young, he had a really bad nightmare, and the only one of his dads awake was Hitoshi (since he's an insomniac)

-Hitoshi listened to his boy's rambling, and told him that no matter what monster or villain comes after him, he promises that he'd always protect him

-but one day, some B-tier villains broke into their home while Hanta and Denki were out doing Hero things

-Hitoshi tried to take them down, but they anticipated fighting him and had a strategy to take him down and ended up knocking him out

-when he was woken up by the police, they discovered that Takeo had been taken by the villains

-for five days, the villains had held him for ransom

-and for those five days, Hitoshi worked literally non-stop to try and track down and rescue Takeo

-after those five days, they ended up paying the ransom, and Takeo was returned to the police and his family safely

-except for a large gash on his shoulder he got during the initial break-in

-the whole event deterred Hitoshi from having more kids

-he was very anxious about being there for Takeo, and Hanta and Denki understood that

-so he and his husbands didn't have kids for like 15 years

-at this point, Takeo is a teenager, more independent, and is stronger/can tale care of himself

-Hitoshi feels better now about being able to put his attention elsewhere (focus less on Takeo)

-so he brought up to his husbands "Hey, do ya maybe wanna have another kid?"

-and they were like "omigosh yeah totally yes let us have another child"

-and there were twins!

-one boy and one girl!

-Hitoshi was just as confused as Baku when twins showed up

-"hol' up I only signed up for 1 kid not 2"

-"too bad they're yours"

-"Two for the price of one!" <- that's Hanta

-Biologically speaking, both of them are Hitoshi's, but the boy has Denki's DNA and the girl has Hanta's

-the boy has a resting bitch face and cries a lot

-the girl has resting sad face, but she's actually pretty cool

-the boy's quirk is Electroshock Therapy (mostly like Denki's quirk, except when he shocks you, you're under his control) and the girl's name is Mind Bind (it looks like Deku's Black Whip, except whenever it wraps around someone, they're under her control)

-the boy's name is Masashi (Commander; General) and the girl's name is Maemi (Honest Child)

-it's a bit weird for Takeo to have newborn siblings, but he loves them regardless!

-the kids call their dads Dad (Hitoshi), Pop (Denki), and Dada (Hanta)

AOMINA

-since I HC that Yuuga is graysexual, he didn't really vibe with kids for a while after they were married

-but Mina was totally fine with that!

-"hey it means I can still say fuck in my own house it's cool it's cool"

-although when Mina expressed further interest in kids a bit down the line, Yuuga was like "mmmmokay why not"

-and they had a girl!

-she has pink skin and weird eyes like Mina, but blonde hair and purple eyes like Yuuga!

-she also doesn't have horns

-she's very much like Mina

-she comes off as narcissistic at times, but she just has enough self-confidence for two people

-her quirk is Glo Splash (from one side of her body, she secretes one of the chemicals that make up the liquid in glow sticks, and the other half of her secretes the other chemical. She can mix them together to make it glow!)

-her name is Minako (child of Mina)

-Mina is not allowed to name their children anymore

-so when their son is born, Yuuga named him

-he got pink hair and horns and yellow eyes, but normal skin and normal eyes

-he's oddly very timid and anxious, which gives him a disconnect from the rest of his outgoing family

-his quirk is Lazer Horn (he can shoot lasers like Yuuga's from his horns)

-his name is Yukio (Snow Boy)

-the kids have hyphenated last names (Ashido-Aoyama) as opposed to having only one last name like their parents

-the most fab family has matching names: Yuuga and Yukio, Mina and Minako

-both the kids are fluent in French, and know snippets of English (we stan multilingual families)

-the kids call their parents Père (Yuuga) and Mama (Mina)

HAGOJIROU

-since Tooru was already pregananant when they got married, their first kid was quite a tad older than the majority of their Classmate's kids

-eh it's fine tho

-the first kid was a beautiful girl!

-due to her quirk, she likes to wear bright, complex clothing as to not go unnoticed

-she also makes a point to talk relatively loudly especially when in crowds

-her quirk is Ninja (physically, she is only an outline. She cannot be seen if she is standing still or the person looking for her doesn't know she's there)

-her name is Chieko (child blessed with wisdom)

-they had a second child a few years later on

-a boy!

-his fav hero is Ground Zero (to Mashirao's dismay)

-anyone who says otherwise can catch these hands

-he is also a woman respecter 100% through and through

-he can and will kick ass

-his quirk is Invisishift (he can turn himself invisible)

-kinda plain, but he loves it!

-his name is Ryuji (Dragon Child)

-A couple years after that (7-8 years or so) they had one more kid

-yet another boy!

-he's a lot like his mom (likes pranks, friendly, just a cool dude)

-he has really poofy curly hair

-his quirk is Tail (it's just Mashirao's quirk idk what to tell y'all)

-his name is Taishiro (Ambitious Boy)

-(i JUST learned that he shares his name with Fat Gum that was not planned I promise)

-all the kids can kick ass

-"Martial arts is an excellent form of exercise for children!" <- Mashirao

-the kids call their parents Mum (Tooru) and Pops (Mashirao)

-everyone's last name is Ojirou

MOMOJIROU

-Momo was really excited to have kids when their friends started announcing their pregnancies/having kids

-Baby Fever if you will

-Kyouka also wanted kids, but wasn't as outwardly excited as Momo

-and they had twiiiiiiiins

-also one boy and one girl

-because apparently there can't be same-sex twins in my headcanons

-the girl is more like Kyouka

-kinda punk, wants to be a hero, all that jazz (haha music)

-the boy is more like Momo

-elegant, charismatic, wants to go into Hero Management

-the girl's quirk is Stereo Heart (she has earphone jacks, and can play any sound she's ever heard, plus combinations) and the boy's is Bass Boost (he also has earphone jacks, but he can only alter his heartbeat (increase bass, vibrato, ect.))

-the girl's name is Satoshi (Intelligent History) and the boy's is Utano (Field Of Songs)

-both the kids are musically talented and very smart

-thanks for the great talents, moms!

-the kids call their parents Mom (Kyouka) and Mama (Momo)

-sometimes Kyouka and Momo can't tell which parent the kid is calling for, so they usually both yelling back (or the wrong one)

-it's a whole process to get the attention of the mom you want

-"HEY MOM"

-"YEAH?"

-"NO NOT YOU, MAMA, I SAID M O M"

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Geralt x reader We're Married? Part 2

Ok here part 2! Its probably crap but anyway...

part 1

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Warnings: Blood, cursing, mentions of past sexual abuse, violence

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The second you entered the hall was the second you forgot who you were supposed to be..

"HOLY SHI-" a rough hand quickly clasped your mouth shut. "If you wouldnt give us away in the first 5 seconds that would be terrific" Geralt muttered.

"Mmmph mmmph- alright alright sorry" he removed his hand. You sighed and looked around, more quietly this time. You'd been to a party like this before, well snuck into a party like this before.. but never this lavish.

The royal family spared no expense it seemed considering every inch of the great hall was exquisitely decorated. Long tables were lined with delectable looking dishes, which you would definitely visit later...

And there were many eating tables that had beautiful flower petals atop them. In between was a large area which was meant for socializing and dancing most likely. Boy did you feel out of place..

The man on your arm felt the same you guessed by the way his face contorted watching all the "fancy people" socialize. "I have a bad feeling.." he spoke quietly to himself.

Curious you turned to him "why do you say that?"

His eyes scanned the room suspiciously, "Because something's not adding up.."

"Y/n listen to me" he suddenly turned to you seriously.

"Hmm?" You eyes rose

"This thing..whatever it is..is different from what we've encountered before" he started

"Yeah I know that.." What was he getting at?

He grunted before continuing, "Promise me something" he said with earnest eyes which was incredibly rare for the witcher. It always made you soften tho.

"Sure anything.." you were worried now.

"When the monster shows up-whatever it is. You will leave with Jaskier"

"Except that" you deadpanned. "Are you crazy?? Why would I leave??" You unlinked your arms and faced him fully.

He pressed his lips tightly and led you to a corner away from people who began to notice the dispute.

Jaskier sensing the rising tension, stepped away.

"Y/n listen to me" he said firmly, "we don't know what we are dealing with, and for that reason it's not safe for you"

You threw up your arms in disbelief, "When has monster hunting ever been safe Geralt?!"

He huffed, clenching his jaw, "You will leave when it shows up and that's final" his tone leaving no room for argument.

You decided causing a scene would not be wise so you settled for giving geralt your best, "I'm angry and this isnt over face" before swiftly walking away.

"Y/n!" He caught up with you and just as he grabbed your arm an older couple blocked your path.

"Why I don't believe we've met before?" The older man dressed in blue said with bright eyes.

Geralt forced a smile and stood beside me, "I suppose we just havent had the pleasure yet"

"Well allow me to introduce myself and my dear wife count and countess Barano at your service" he bowed his head slightly and his wife followed suit.

"A pleasure" you chimed in moving slightly away from Geralt. "This is my husband, sir Bartholomew Tristan, and I'm lady Lina Tristan." You gestured lazily beside you.

The next half hour went similarly like this, a new couple introducing themselves every now and then, and talking about nonsense. You could hardly focus on anything they were saying. All you could think about was how Geralt was being an absolute arse wipe.

How dare he try to keep you away from all the action?! You're training had been relentless since the incident with the visser. And you were more than ready to fight anything that came your way. Geralt has been this way the last few missions. Although he never told you to completely leave before. Maybe a stay back or a few to many be carefuls. But run away?? What's the point of training if you couldn't even use it!

The dinging of a bell shook you from your thoughts. Dinner time..great more boring conversations with people you didnt like.

Playing the part of the ever so doting husband, Geralt pulled out a seat for you. You didnt even spare him a glance as you sat down. He sighed as he sat beside you. Throughout the evening he had tried to talk to you but it always ended badly. You were both pissed and stubborn..

"Y/n-" he began but was cutt of by lady borano.

"So tell us about yourselves, it's not often we meet new friends." She smiled sincerely.

Geralt turned with a hand in the air, "What would you like to know?"

"How long have the two of you been married?"

Geralt thought back to the extra information Yavert told him, "3 years"

" Ah still practically newlyweds" sir Borano joked.

"Any children?" A beautifully wicked idea formed in your mind,

"Unfortunately no, my dear husband here can't perform."

The sound of a feminine gasp and the whip of his head made you smirk as you took a sip of the wine before you. Its contents easing your mind, and your tongue for that matter. He forced a smile in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

" ah I see..." she responded quietly." Well children aren't everything" she also made an effort to improve the mood.

"And thank god for that, because she'd make a terrible mother".

This time you were the one whipping your head around nearly choking on your drink. That little!! "I'm sure that's not true.."sir Barono offered with an uncomfortable smile.

"Well you can't raise children by lazing around all day and eating crumpets" he laughed while the others laughed along too, awkwardly that is..

"Well at least you know where I am, on the other hand I sit at home all day wondering what you and our servant boy could possibly be doing taking so long attending to "business". All eyes shifted to a fumbling Jaskier who stood behind us, "that's uh...not...she didn't..." he tried defending himself.

If looks could kill you would have been a goner. Geralt fists clenched beneath the table. Good, he deserves it for being a butthead.

In a few sentences you had emasculated him and implied he was having a passionate affair with the servant boy. Not bad y/n, not bad at all..

To the relief of the table, the royal family entered cutting off all conversation as everyone stood up. Curiously you peeked over the shoulders in front of you to get a closer look.

The king and queen of servia were announced along with their daughter the princess Annora. She held her head high and had an unreadable expression. She was very beautiful, long flowing hair, slim figure, beautiful blue dress. Total cliche if you ask me. But one thing stood out, the cute little fluffy puppy she held in her arms, he wore a little golden collar with a bell. Awwww litte baby pooooo.

The rest of the family was dressed obnoxiously with large puffy sleeves and glittering jewelry. No question who they were. They were led to a large table in the front center of the hall with 6 ornately decorated chairs. Makeshift thrones basically. They stood in front of them but didnt sit, which meant that you couldn't either.

A moment later another set of doors opened. In walked what you could only assume was the king, queen, and prince of Targeris. There was nothing special about them, without the fancy outfits they would've looked like any other couple. The sons attention was immediately on the princess. His eyes raked over her body without a hint of subtlety. Ew have some class dude. She on the other hand kept a straight face, not acknowledging him in the slightest.

Finally they sat down and dinner went by rather uneventfully. You and geralt hadn't said a word, although the tension was definitely still there.

Most couples had taken to dancing for the rest of the night, you however felt suffocated and decided to escape outside for a breathe of fresh air.

This was not how you wanted the night to go, you let out a sigh, watching the air turn slightly foggy. Why was Geralt acting like this? Why doesnt he trust you? What's it gonna take for him to see you as an ally instead of a weight he has to carry around?!?!

Ughhhhh you dragged your fingers across your face and through your hair. This was so frustrating! Leaning your head back you closed your eyes and let the cool air wash over your flushed face, relaxing you slightly.

When you opened your eyes again a flash of blue caught your attention. You peered downwards leaning over the balcony slightly to see. Oh it's just some couple from the party..

Wait a minute..

You leaned over more narrowing your eyes, Is that?...no way it can't be...but...you quickly walked back into the party, eyes aimed at the royal families. C'mon where are you??

You scanned every inch searching for the princess but she was no where to be found. The other members were deep in a political conversation and hardly noticed that their daughter had snuck away.

So that was her?? What was she doing? Feeling something amiss you made your way to the entrance and down the long staircase. Ugh stupid heels, you kicked them aside on the steps feeling much more free.

Oh I hope no one trips on them..oops...

You ran around to the side of the castle where the balcony was above you. Frowning when all you saw was an empty garden. Now where did she go?? You stepped further into the garden listening for any out of place sounds.

All that could be heard was the wind rustling some rose bushes and the chirping of crickets.

A girlish giggle made you spring into action. Following the sound you discreetly peeked around a column of the garden.

There stood the princess flirtatiously pressed up again one of the Servian ambassadors you were forced to socialize with earlier.

The man himself was wrinkly and balding, why was the princess interested in him when all night she seemed to detest everything?

Why did her laugh feel...wrong somehow? "Let's go somewhere more...private" she smirked pulling him by his wrist. The puppy you noticed was there as well following behind her. What a well trained dog...

Lifting up your dress again you followed the couple at a distance until you saw them stop at a hanging tapestry on the wall. What are they doing?

Annora smiled and lifted back the tapestry, it revealed a small opening only big enough for one person. She led the way and they soon dissapeared from sight.

After waiting a few moments to be safe, you stepped lightly after them. The opening they went through was pitch dark and every bone in your body was telling you to turn back.

Then you heard the giggles again, sucked it up and moved forward.

You kept walking until you ran into something soft.

What? Oh? Another tapestry? You shoved the material aside and it took your eyes a moment to adjust to the light.

You were in a candlelit hallway with several doors on either side. You heard a door click close and laughter coming from inside.

Hmm well you couldn't just barge in now.. I guess she does like him..wonder what her fiance would think of this. Well anyway it wasn't any of your business..

What a waste of time geez.. you spin around in the direction you came about to pull back the fabric.

"WAAHHHHH" you jerked around when a loud scream broke out. And not the fun kind either.

Without a second thought you kicked open the door with a bang.

"What the fu-" the princess snapped her head around with a growl. "Who the hell are you?!" She hissed.

"Better question, what the hell are you doing?!" You questioned eyes wide in disbelief at what you saw. Annora had bound and gagged the pitiful man. He was tied to the end bed post and sat whimpering on the floor. Why was he so afraid?

"Doesn't matter, you're going to die soon anyway" she smirked and her eyes flicked to something over your shoulder. It was then you realized there was another presence in the room.

Whipping your head around you came face to face with a four legged beast. Its ribs protruded crudely and its body was covered in a sickly black goo. Its eyes were red and fiery and the realization came crashing on to you when you saw the same golden collar around its neck. Fuck...

You blindly felt around for the short sword hidden under your dress. You just managed to grab it in time before the "puppy" lunged. Swinging the sword you caught its face. It hissed in pain and you took the chance to bolt through the door.

A loud growl erupted behind you. You sprinted further down the hallway and about had a heart attack when you saw Jaskier casually walking. His eyes lit up when he saw you but then widened in horror. You grabbed his arm probably giving him whiplash and the both of your were running for your lives. There was no way you could fight that beast in the tiny hallway.

"Jaskier what are you doing here?!?!" You shouted panicking.

"I-I was just following you!! I saw you leave all of the sudden and got worried!!" You both sharply turned into a corner. Thank god for these long ass hallways.

"So mind explaining WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!!" He screamed frantically.

"Princess bad, monster bad, I'll explain the rest later when we're not about to be dog food!!" Fuck you were approaching a dead end, think think think!

"GROWWWWWWWWL" the beast was gaining on you two. You did the only thing you could think of, which was shoving jaskier into an open room and spin around to face the beast head on,

"Barricade yourself in Jaskier!" You shouted.

"W-what no! I'm not leaving you" he yelled back.

Ugh idiot! Theres no point of us both getting chomped! "Then do something to help!" He looked around frantically. Something to help something to help.."GERALT!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Youd be lucky if he could hear that..

The beast was finally upon you, its row of razor teeth glinting in the candlelight. Fuck.. one bite and youd be literally chow.

You braced yourself as it charged forward, it leaped up and you waited until that moment to run and slide under it. You were successful but the damb beast was quick to turn around and catch your shoulder with a sharp claw.

"Aghh" you let out a welp of pain as it pinned you down.

"Y/N!" Jaskier shouted worriedly

You gripped your sword and thrust blindly upwards. It howled as the sword ripped through its flesh.

It reacted by throwing you across the hall. You rolled over in pain. Fuck, bad dog.. Its attention was on the frozen Jaskier who lamely held up a candle stick in defense.

"Jaskier run!" You winced getting up again and charging at the monster, you picked up your fallen sword and lunged onto it's back stabbing its head.

"GROOOOOOOOWL" it wildly whipped its head side to side trying to throw me off.

"JASKIER GO NOW!" he wasted no time and bolted around, "I'll go find Geralt!!" His voice faded away with his hurried footsteps.

You couldn't hold on much longer due to the stinging in your shoulder.

You fell off and rolled away nearly getting hit again by its claws.

"Y/N stay down!" A large whoosh of air shot over you as you pressed yourself flat on the ground.

"Geralt!" You exclaimed in relief. He ran over to you and helped you up. Before he could ask if you were alright the monster shrieked. God why wont it just die?!

Geralt grunted pulling out another sword and stepping in front of you.

Jaskier gently pulled you back, "Are you ok? Your shoulder-" he began but you gasped,

"Fuck!" You left him bewildered as you pushed him aside and ran back the way you came. The princess, the man, just what was going on?!?!

You flew into the room, eyes locked on the princess who stood over the unconscious man.

She tilted her head in your direction, and you narrowed your eyes noticing something that wasnt there before. Her eyes were an electric purple, and her hair was flowing around her slightly.

"You're....a mage?" You asked completely confused.

She chuckled sinisterly, "you managed to escape my dear pet, no one has been able before" she walked a couple steps in your direction.

"No matter, I'll finish you off myself" she raised a manicured hand up and the air around you seemed to get thinner.

You tried to step back but some invisible force was holding you in place. Fuck it was getting harder to breathe. Geralt I hate being the one needing to be saved but your appearance would be much appreciated.

"I-if I'm going to die anyway, tell me what's going on".you said in a hoarse whisper. The least you could do is have her distracted why you tried to find a way out of her spell.

"Hmm well I suppose it would be entertaining to watch the horrified look on your face". The side of her mouth flitted up.

"Lemme start by introducing myself, my name is Lisanna, and you're half right, I AM a mage, the princess I'm currently controlling however is nothing more that the poor dear that was too desperate to know better"

"W-what?!" You were on the floor now starting to feel lightheaded, you milked it a little so she wouldnt notice your hand creeping to the back of your head un clasping the long hair pin.

"Yes, it was some time ago I came to the princess in a dream. You see I was cursed along time ago, my soul was trapped outside my body, so I improvised. I summoned the power of the dark spirits and was able to enter whatever vessel I so choose. The only downside is they had to be dying or willing which was very annoying. If the vessel I'm in dies, I die along with it. And as you could imagine there weren't many willing people. But that's when I came across dear Annora here." She gestured to herself.

"T-the p-princess was willing??" you coughed out confused.

"Well, when I found her she was desperate you see. Her marriage had just been announced and she was willing to do anything to escape it. I very graciously, offered a solution. Let me temporarily control your body, and I'll make sure no one forces you to do anything you dont want to again."

You gripped the pin and brought it down by your side, "that still doesnt explain everything? The dissapeances the-" you coughed again.

She laughed to herself, "Oh that? That's just good old fashioned revenge, you see our poor princess has suffered at the hands of these perverted old men for years. No one cared enough to believe her, in fact they shamed her. Does that seem fair? No it doesn't" she kneeled before you and tilted your chin upwards.

"I rather enjoyed kidnapping them and torturing them till I put them out of their misery days later. It was the perfect plan, Runald, got a little excited though and killed the man right here on the floor. It was a truly gruesome sight, but dogs will be dogs" she shrugged as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

"W-why would y-you help?" You whispered shakily.

"Well you see it's all part of the bigger picture, the king is the one who needs to suffer" a look of disgust flashed across her face.

NOW! You jabbed the pin in her neck and the spell dissipated instantly. "YOU BITCH" she shrieked crawling back in pain clutching the bloody pin.

You gained your strength and stood back up running to her. "Why the king?! Answer me!" You tackled her binding her arms with the curtain tassels.

She struggled violently, her neck bleeding profusely. "If you keep moving you'll just bleed out faster.." you glared at her.

"Tell me everything and I might save you.." you stood back up allowing her some space.

"He deserves it! He fucking betrayed me!" She said angry tears beginning to fall down her flushed face. "He said he loved me! He said he'd leave her! And then she got pregnant and he threw me out like garbage! He let all those stupid men influence him! I begged him! And when I tried to kill his bitch which I had every right to do, he got a mage to put a curse on me! He has to suffer!! They all do!" She was shaking now.

You thought over her words for a moment, "So the men..the murders.." You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Two birds with one fucking stone, the princess and me have similar interests, we deserve justice! It doesnt matter how it happens, one by one or an all out war! They all must suffer! We didnt deserve this!" You looked down quietly ,

"You're right... you both didnt deserve that, but this.." you gestured to the unconscious man, "is not justice, it makes you like them, criminals.."

"So what!? They can call us whatever we want, it doesnt mean anything! If they get what they deserve they can call us whatever the fuck they want!" The angry tears were streaming now.

"No" you shook your head softly. "It does matter, because it's not over for you yet. I won't let it be.." you crouched beside her, "I'm sorry for what they did to you... to the both of you... but there has to be a way..a way to move past the pain and move forward"

She scoffed, "What the hell would you know! You've never suffered like I have".

Memories of your master flashed through your mind and without a second thought you threw your arms around her shaking form.

"I do.." you whispered quietly.."pulling her tightly against you, "Someone came along...someone stronger, and prettier, and better than me...and he threw me aside...like everything we ever went through never happened...he was everything to me and I thought I was everything to him..I felt like the whole world was going to collapse onto me. For a long time I was lost..and so so angry. I too wanted revenge..more than anything..but then I realized I couldn't let him control me anymore..that the best revenge was to live a better life. A life where I didnt have to depend on some stupid guy to give it meaning. And I was ok thinking that I would be alone for the rest of my days. But then things changed because I made them.. I found people who are truly good. And now I thank god that I didnt let myself be consumed by my feelings of rage, because now I'm truly happy...and I promise you" you squeezed her tighter, "your story is not going to end this way.." .

Her soft sobs grew louder as she buried her head in your chest. You smiled gently and with one hand untied her bindings. She immediately wrapped her arms around you and let out all the pain and sorrow she had built up.

"Its going to be ok" you gently cupped her head, "I promise".

When she finally looked up, her tear filled eyes met yours, "It hurts so much" you gently stroked her tears away, "I know, but amazing girls like us cant spend the rest of their lives obsessing over some scumbags now can we?" You laugh softly.

She matches your smile and leans in close to you, "thank you..." she whispers kissing your cheek.

A visible purple aura formed around her before altogether gathering and leaving the princess. You smiled sadly and watched Lisannas soul dissapear through the window.

The princess's body went limp in your arms, a moment later she stirred, "where am I?" She whispered confused and exausted. "Don't worry..you're safe now, everythings going to be alright" you held her close and tied a piece of fabric from your dress on her neck wound. Luckily it wasnt too deep.

That same moment 2 very disgruntled men rushed in, "Y/n?!" Geralt came over and knelt beside the two of you.

"I'm alright..we both are.." you smiled at him. "I'm getting the feeling we missed something.." Jaskier raised his brows looking at the man rousing on the floor.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh as the both of them gave you a weird look.

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After the events you had a long talk with the princess. You were proud as she stood in front of the room and told everyone of the scandalous crimes that the king didnt bat an eyelash towards. Anybody who looked as if they were going to protest were promptly shut up with one stern glare from the witcher.

Everyone agreed that a new era of peace could not begin with a foundation of crimes. The king and queen were arrested by Targeris guards and the princess was crowned queen right then and there.

There was actually alot of protest but a certain mage was able to convince everyone. Something about making the room dark and the floor quake made everyone agree that you couldn't argue with destiny. Thanks Lisanna, I hope to see you again some day. Well as long as your not possessing someone against their will...then again how will she really live without doing that? Eh whatever shes good now, its probably fine...probably..

The princess-well queen now decided that she would not marry the prince, however the peace had to continue. Everyone was too scared to "go against destiny" again so everything seemed to be ok for now.

As for the missing officials, we explained there was a monster but we swiftly took care of them. Actually, doggy poo was turned back to normal when the suffocating spell broke and he sat wagging happily by the queens side. Usually jobs didnt end this happy. Not bad y/n, not bad at all..

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"Ouch.." you wince as rough hands rub a cool salve on your aching shoulder.

"Sorry.." Geralt apologized and tried his best to be gentle.

The mood was peaceful, the only thing illuminating the two of you was a few flickering candles. The two of you sat quietly on a bed in one of the guest rooms. You felt more vulnerable than usual as the dress you wore was pooled on the floor. A thin strapless slip was the only thing covering you. Geralt was gentle as he tended to your shoulder. You felt ashamed at the way you behaved earlier. He was being annoyingly protective yes but..you may have taken it too far.

"Geralt?" You said quietly turning to face him.

"Hmm?" His golden eyes like fire in the flickering light.

"I'm sorry for the things I said...and how I acted...but I'm not sorry for getting upset at you telling me to leave." I said truthfully.

He sighed and I expected a protest, "No I should be the one apologizing.." he finished wrapping your shoulder and gently stroked the bandage

"I know telling you to back off was unfair but.." he looked troubled.

"But?" You urged him on.

He looked down, "Everytime we encounter another monster, I cant help imagine that its going to end up with you almost dying" he looked back up and the look in his eyes was so raw you caught your breath. He was referring to the last time when the visser had almost killed you.

"Geralt..." you whispered leaning forward so his forehead was touching yours. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere..." you placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned back smiling, "Besides who else are you going to engage in witty banter with? Jaskier?" You teased and a corner of his mouth lifted. "Dont think I've forgotten what you said.." he raised a brow.

"Hey it's not all my fault! Just dont leave me out of things again and we'll have no issues"

"Alright..I promise I won't do that again ok?" He offered.

You nodded your head happy now that you had finally come to an agreement.

He shook his head, "Well at least if you're by me, I can keep an eye on you......speaking of..."

Uh oh bad feeling. Geralt was shifting into scolding mode you could feel it..

You scooted off the bed slightly ready to escape if need be, "Why the hell did you go after the princess by yourself!?" He was more stern now.

"Jaskier? Is that you calling? I'm coming!" You dashed off the bed swinging open the door, "We can talk later Geralt! Jaskier needs me!"

You bolted down the hall ignoring his bark of protest behind you, "Y/N! Don't--ugh" he sighed shaking his head. That woman was gonna be the end of him...but he couldn't help the smile plastered on face. His fingers gently touched where her forehead was. She sure was a special one. He grunted and left the room, now where did she run off too...

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Ok so there it is! I didn't feel very confident about this story but wanted to finish it anyway. Hope it was ok xoxo lemme know if I should write more stories, till next time!

@marvels-gurl @shane-isa-shame @waitingtobeimpressed @viking-raider @dream-alittlebiggerdarling

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Freshcomic part 2

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Comic woke up wrapped in a blanket, they looked to the side to see if Fresh is awake.

Fresh is passed out next to them, mouth wide open and snoring softly. His glasses are a touch askew and his hat's come off.

Comic smiled softly, they took of Fresh' glasses and hugged him.

Fresh let out a huff in his sleep when Comic hugged him and his arms wrapped around them, his face nuzzled into the crook of their neck. He lets out a content sigh and starts purring.

Comic is smiling, a quiet purr is coming from them.

A few minutes later Fresh groans squeezing Comic for a second and slowly blinks his eyes open. He's startled a bit by the lack of glasses, but relaxes when he sees it's just Comic. He looks at them blearily and smiles. "G'morning brah."

"good morning, how did you sleep?"

Fresh rubs at his right socket "Mmm just awesome." He yawns "You?"

"great" they snuggled a bit more to Fresh.

Fresh strokes Comic's head softly.

"Yo what if we like... stayed here forever. I could be chill with that." Fresh smiles at Comic, blushing at how cute they look snuggling into him.

"we could" Comic is smiling.

Fresh closes his eyes and nuzzles Comic, giving them a light squeeze. "Could we tho?" Fresh chuckles.

"we can" They are looking at his face.

Fresh opens his eyes meeting Comic's gaze. His expression is soft and sweet.

"but I'm hungry . . .so we have to get up" Comic doesn't really like it.

Fresh squeezes Comic tightly "Noooooooooooooo! The need for sustenance has totally forsaken me. Babe why? So un rad." Fresh laughs.

Comic chuckles "sorry"

Fresh sighs dramatically and lets go of Comic "It's aiight. I forgive you."

"hehe" They are still hugging Fresh.

Fresh smiles happily and pats Comic on the head head fondly. "Lets like, go get you some breaky then. Whatcha want?"

"hm . . ." Comic is thinking "maybe . . . pancakes or cereal?"

Fresh grins "Both radical ideas, why not both? Cerealcakes"

Comic laughs "sure"

"Aww heck yeah! Lets go." Fresh suddenly wraps his arms around Comic tight and barrel rolls the two of them off, landing so he cushioned Comic from the small drop.

Comic is giggling, their cheekbones are covered with a blush.

Fresh giggles too, his own blush present on his face. He raises his head and plants a chaste kiss on Comic and whispers "Now, what did you do with my glasses brah?"

Comic handed him the glasses, "i just took them off, you looked uncomfortable . . ."

Fresh chuckles "Maybe, thanks either way." Fresh plops the glasses back on his face the signature YOLO blinking on. "Now let's go make some heckin radical pancakes."

Comic got up and slipped on a sweater so they won't be cold, They looked at Fresh, a smile on their face.

Fresh sprung up and took Comic by the hand leading them to the kitchen.

Comic looked around for their glasses.

Fresh noticed Comic lookin around. "Whatchu lookin for babe?"

"my glasses, those regular ones"

"Ah!" Fresh lets go of Comic's hand and plucks them off a table, turning around and presenting it to them. "Here ya go."

"thanks" They took their glasses and put them on "better" Comic looks cute in glasses.

Fresh stares at Comic and blushes, his glasses displaying heart eyes. "totally..." He snaps out of his trance, blushing harder and takes Comic's hand with a grin, continuing on to the kitchen.

Comic giggles.

Fresh gets to the kitchen and goes straight for the pantry to pull out the pancake mix and cereal .

In the meantime Comic took out the pan.

Fresh turns around and holds out two boxes to Comic, his glasses displaying ????

"Hey babe, should we do like, trix? Or fruit loops? Both are pretty radical and I can't decide."

Comic gave a quick answer "froot loops"

"Fruit loops it is!" Fresh grabs the items and dumps them on the counter and does the same for the ingredients in the fridge.

Fresh lets Comic handle mixing the ingredients and decides to be useful by getting the pan ready and heating it up.

He turns the heat on all the way to high and puts an entire stick of butter in, watching it melt into a soup and bubble and brown. this looks right.

Comic soon started cooking.

Fresh watches Comic over their shoulder in excited anticipation.

After a while the pancakes were ready.

Fresh grins at Comic "These look totally amazing. You're like, so talented!" Fresh breathes in deeply "They smell so good too."

"yeah" They looked up at Fresh, they are so Tiny in comparrison.

Fresh blushes. cute.

Comic placed the pancakes on two plates. In the meantime Fresh fishes through the fridge and pulls out whipped cream, he absolutely buries his pancakes in it.

He hands the bottle to Comic.

Comic chuckled "i don't want any"

"Ok more for me then." Fresh grins and sprays whipped ceam directly into his mouth and puts it back in the fridge.

Comic took their plate and went to the table, Fresh followed and sat down immediately digging into his with a groan of delight.

Comic began eating too, a slight smile on their face.

"Thisf waff a goo ieaaa" Fresh says with his mouth full.

Comic chuckled again "yeah"

Fresh snarfs his pancakes down enthusiastically and lets out a satisfied sigh. "Oh man, dude, that was so good."

They soon finished eating too "really?"

Fresh wiped some whipped cream from his face and grins at Comic. "Yeah! You made 'em totally perfect."

"thanks"

Fresh smiles at Comic "No, thank you." Fresh chuckles. "So what does my cute little home skillet wanna do today?" He asks, leaning on the table and resting his chin on his hand.

"honestly just lay down and not do much"

Fresh grins "I'm down." His face lights up in a bright blush "Wanna cuddle on the couch and watch re-runs?"

Comic nodded with a smile on their face.

Fresh slapped his hands on the table "Aww heck yeah!" He stands up excitedly... and halts looking at the dirty dishes.

He has a second of deleberation and quickly tosses the plates through a small portal. "Haha! Totally not our problem now!"

Comic snorted and looked at Fresh.

Fresh moves to Comic and scoops them up out of their seat, nuzzling their face and carrying them to the couch.

They wrap their arms around Fresh, they are thinking about something.

Fresh flops on the couch and makes himself comfortable, keeping his arms wrapped around Comic.

Comic feels really comfortable, but they are still lost in thoughts.

Fresh nuzzles Comic some more "You good babe?"

"um . . . actually no, i don't feel good . . ."

Fresh' glasses diplayed "?!?!?!".

"What's wrong?"

"i just feel bad about myself . . ." Comic hugged themselves.

Fresh frowned "Why?"

"i just remembered a few things . . ."

Fresh pushed his glasses up on his head so he could make eye contact. "Are you remembering about what happened before we met?"

Comic nodded slightly, they aren't looking at Fresh.

Fresh shifted the way they were sitting and cupped Comic's face, gently nudging them to look at him.

"Hey..." He leaned his forehead against theirs. "Babe, nothing they ever said about you was true... you're the coolest, raddest, awesomest, most totally fly as heck monster I've ever met."

Fresh closes his eyes and his brows scrunch up. "And they can't hurt you anymore." His other hand grips Comic tight. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise."

He opens his eyes and stares into Comic's "I love you... and yo, honestly that's a new experience for me. You gotta believe me when I say you're special babe... you're the peanutbutter to my jelly... you're- you're cooler than the flip side of my pillow." Fresh half chuckles.

Comic hid their face in Fresh' clothes.

Fresh kissed the top of Comic's skull and wrapped his arms comfortingly around them. He closed his eyes a soothing purr rumbled from his chest.

Comic quietly sobbed into Fresh' shirt.

Fresh pet their back softly and let them cry it out. He nuzzled their skull occasionally and whispered soft words of encouragement.

After a long while Comic calmed down.

Fresh plants another kiss on their skull. "Better?" He asks softly. Comic nodded.

Fresh nuzzles them again purring louder "Still wanna watch re-runs? Or do ya wanna nap?"

"how about both? we can watch until we fall asleep? or you can watch and I'll take a nap . . . "

"Sounds chill to me." Fresh single handedly rearranges throw pillows and flips tv on, not letting go of Comic.

He repositions the two of them so they're both spooning facing the tv with Comic being the little spoon.

Fresh then flings a blanket from the back of the couch over the two of them and snuggles in.

"can you stay without your glasses for a bit?"

"Yeah, anything for you." Fresh nuzzles Comic purring loudly.

"i like looking at your eyes"

Fresh blushes "Thanks babe. I like it when you wear your regular glasses, it's hella cute."

"Hehe, well only you can see me like this"

Fresh's blush darkens and buries his face in Comic's shoulder.

"i was really ready to show this side of me to many people, but only you saw it"

"You should let more people see all of your sides babe." Fresh kisses their cheek "Every part of you is awesome."

"yeah, but I'm scared"

"Why?"

"people are dangerous"

"You think I'm gonna let some scrub even look at you wrong? No one's gonna touch you." Fresh's eyes shimmer with rage at even the thought.

"but what if you won't be there?"

"I'll be there, all you gotta do is call for me and I'll be there." Fresh squeezes Comic.

"mhm" Comic is watching the re-runs but they are slowly falling asleep.

Fresh closes his eyes, he wasn't paying attention anyways. "I want you to be comfortable first and foremost though. It's cool whatever you wanna do."

Comic didn't respond

Fresh nuzzles Comic and drifts off to sleep as well.

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I need me some quality content and this is the best place for it. Could I get some being Steve's sister and dating Robin? (If that already exists somewhere then please direct me to it bc this idea is like crack to me) Thanks!!

Yo! I've just gotten back into Tumblr since quarantine has given me an abundance of time. I can guess that you ended up getting this elsewhere, anon, but for the folk who also want to read about wlw Robin B and Big Bro Steve - this ones for you! 

Enjoy x

I Do 

“Turn that shit down! GOD! I feel I’m listening to them in concert.” Steve was screaming from downstairs for me to turn my music down and before I could move an inch to do so, he barged through the door. “Look, I don’t want another complaint from Mrs. Fritz next door. Can you please turn it down. I promised mom and dad that the roof would still be on this place by the time they got home. I’m heading to work. The money for delivery is on the table. Just try not to get yourself into bother, OK?” 

“Yeah, sure, sorry Steve. What time will you be home?” our parents are both out of town on business and so Steve has been appointed man of the house. Last time we were left alone, Mrs. Fritz called the police on us, placing a noise complaint. It was just me playing my radio a little bit too loud in my room. My bedroom window is right next to her living room. 

“I’ll be home around 8. Do you want to wait till I’m home to order pizza?”

“Sure thing, dude” I answered, giving him a thumbs up and a grin.

“You’re a goof. I’ll see you at 8.”

Steve and I’s relationship is reasonably good for the average brother and sister. He’s a year older than me and has the same interests. Such as; Hair, Pizza, our looks, and girls. I’ve known I’ve been into girls since I was a little kid but dad would kill me if I ever brought a girl home. Mom would be a little more understanding, yet still against the idea - and I don’t even know how Steve would react if he found out. I think he’s the only person I’d be fully comfortable telling, but I don't want to risk it going the complete opposite way.

I hear the door slam and decide to get out of my pajamas and actually DO something today. The schools broke up for summer last week and all I’ve been doing is reading, listening to music, and waiting for my best friend Jennifer to get home from vacation and tell me all about it. She’s due home in three days. I finally muster up enough self-motivation to move from my cozy, pink bed to the bathroom. The cold tiles under my feet wake me up and I stare at myself in the mirror for a bit. I had managed to grow a little spot just below my hairline (which I quickly treated with zit cream) but that was about as far as the flaws went. I usually take good care of myself; drinking enough, taking my vitamins, brushing my teeth after every meal. I do care about my looks and I shouldn’t be ashamed of that. It helps gets me a lot of attention in school, and I’ve never been an outcast. I guess having Steve as a big brother does contribute to the high school fame, but I don’t let it get to me much. I'm just glad I’ve gotten through high-school without being bullied at least once. I looked at my scraggly hair. I had just had a perm done two weeks ago and it seemed to be holding up pretty well. I scrunched my hair to make it look nice and messed it up a bit to give it volume. 

In the kitchen, there was the money on the table, like Steve said, and a note next to it. 

Save me a slice! Steve :)

He must’ve written the note then realized that a slice won't suffice after a long shift at his dorky Scoops Ahoy! job, and asked me to wait up for him. It's a shame people don’t get to see this side of Steve and I. I know how we come across to other people. I’ve heard the odd remark here and there about how he’s a player and I’m a priss. It mostly comes from the social outcasts in the school, the ones who aren’t in our friend circles, and don’t get to see what we’re really like. Even then, our school personalities are a bit of a performance to uphold our popularity. Only Steve knows my real self and vice verses, and we both understand why it has to be like that. Its an unspoken rule type thing. 

I open the fridge and get some milk for cereal. I pour a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Fred smiles at me from the box as I grab the phone off the wall and dial Amanda’s number. 

“Hey Mands, you want to go to the mall today”

“y/n! Hi! That sounds great. I need a new outfit for my date with Justin on Friday.”

“Cool, so, 12? That sound ok?”

We agreed on 12:30 (since she had to take her dog on a walk) and she suggested we meet outside the Gap. Soon enough, 12:30 rolls around and I see Amanda smiling wildly at me, where she said she'd be, outside the Gap. She sweeps me into a warm hug and we gush about how much we’ve missed each other since school broke up. 

“Ok, so I need to go to Claires to get some earrings.” I agree to help her find a pair that would, quote “make Justin harder than math.” I don’t really understand how a pair of earrings could do this to a guy, or even if guys pay attention to earrings at all, but I was open to being proved wrong. We start making our way to the stairs when Amanda realizes she’s suddenly craving ice cream. I put it down to the fact that there were Scoops Ahoy! Adverts on every trash can (I’m unsure if that is a sign or not). We make a detour to Steve’s work and I make a plan to pull a few strings to get a free cone or two. We enter the ice cream parlor and… Steve isn’t there. Instead, a girl with short blonde hair is serving the queue of customers. 

I squint at her, trying to remember her name. Rosie? No, that's not it. It begins with an R for definite. Its to do with an animal… a R-R-Robin! Her name is Robin. And she’s…pretty? Like, really pretty. And not very girly? I can’t tell since she’s wearing a silly uniform… but god, is she pretty. 

As I’m staring at her, a slew of slurs come racing into my mind. Slurs I panicked were being shouted at me down the halls but never were. They were always aimed…at her. At Robin. Words beginning with D and F that make my blood boil. Chip, A boy in my own friend group, muttering “Stay away from my sister, homo!” In class. I put a hand up to my mouth to hide a gasp. This girl was outed, by someone she thought was her friend from band, in Hawkins - which isn’t known for being the most accommodating and accepting town.

Amanda and I reach the front of the queue and I find myself unable to look directly at the girl serving me. 

“Hi! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy! What can I get you today?” She seemed overly enthusiastic for some reason. 

“Hi, is Steve here?” I say, breaking the awkwardness I had built up in my own mind. She looked away, disheartened? I couldn’t tell. 

“Steve, your sisters here” then she whispered something that sounded like “you can leave your little nerd friend to figure it out for a bit” but I wasn’t really sure. 

Steve appeared from around the corner.

“what do you want, squirt?” 

“2 sundaes please” I replied, smiling.

“that will be five dollars pleas-“

“STEVE! Can’t you gift your baby sister with a sundae for once?” I cut him off, appalled that he’s making me pay, but still keeping it lighthearted. 

“…fine. But only this ONE TIME” he shot back. I winked at him, thanked him, and waited for him to finish our sundaes. He brought them over and sat with us. 

“Who’s that girl?” I instantly questioned, trying not to sound too interested but failing miserably.

“Oh, that's Robin Buckley. She’s in your year at school, don’t you know her?” I do know her. But I don’t want to admit that yet, I want to play it cool.

“I think I’ve seen her around yeah, I’ve just never had a good look at her before. I think she’s in my social studies class?” I look to Amanda to ask this question but Amanda is already nodding by this point. Steve looks unconvinced. 

“well, I invited her for pizza tonight,” he said, not wanting to ask ‘is that ok?’ In front of Amanda to keep up his macho ‘I’m Steve Harrington’ persona. I glance over at Robin. By this time, she’s known as lovely Robin in my head. Not that I could help it, along with the butterflies in my stomach or the extreme excitement that she was going to be having dinner. With me. In my house. Tonight!… What am I doing? Get a grip of yourself! You’re not out - as if that is ever going to happen anyways - and Robin was coming for Steve. Of course she was. I mentally roll my eyes. Just my luck.

The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. Amanda gets her outfit and ‘math’ earrings - which I still don’t understand - and I get a few cute t-shirts and skirts thanks to my allowance mom gave me before she went away. By the time I get home, it is 4 pm which means I have precisely 4 hours to get myself ready for tonight. I go to my room, read for a bit, then put my makeup on in my vanity mirror. I don’t want to mess this up, but then again, why am I caring so much?. I eventually get myself sorted and wait for 8 pm to roll around. At 7:45 I phone Hal’s Pizza Shop and order 2 pepperoni pizzas and 1 plain Margherita. I came to the decision that If Robin is vegetarian then she can have the just cheese, but if not, I’ll take it.  

I hear Steve’s key in the lock and he shouts to me from downstairs.

“Hey that's me back, y/n, did you order the pizza?” 

“Sure did!” I came to the top of the stairs and looked down at the front door. Robin was staring up at me and I couldn’t help staring at her back. Steve obviously missed this whole exchange of tension.

“Good! Because I’m starving. I’m gonna put a video on, anyone down for watching Indiana Jones?” He mimics a whipping sound and runs off to the living room, leaving Robin and me to awkwardly start a conversation. 

“So, you work with Steve. I’ll apologize on your employer's behalf.” I laugh, eventually. Robin looked relieved that I had said something, and even more so that it was a joke. 

“It's not as bad as you would think, he brings in loads of customers with that ‘magnificent hair’” she replies, making fun of Steve’s obsession with his, admittedly, perfect mane. 

“I’ve seen you about school before, sorry I’ve never talked to you before,” I said. I really meant it, she seems cool. And kinda hot? But that wasn’t important to me…

“Yeah, I guess our groups don’t tend to mix as much. I'm surprised you even know my name” she looks at her feet. She knows I know about the slurs and bullying, I can tell. Just then, there's a ring at the door and Steve reappears, running to get the door that we are standing 2 inches away from. 

After sitting, eating, chatting, and laughing our way through Indiana Jones, I realise Steve has fallen asleep beside me. So does Robin. We both snicker at him and then collectively tuck him in with the blankets on the back of the sofa. We sit in silence for a minute. 

“Robin. I want to say I'm sorry for all the stuff you get called at school. It's not cool and especially from my group-“

“it's fine” she cuts me off. She seems distant though. 

“I don’t think you understand what it does to me hearing people shout words like that at someone. It's inhuman,” Robin looks at me over her cup of hot chocolate Steve made us halfway through the movie. She looks on the verge of tears. “I mean, I don’t know how I would cope with that if people knew I was one too.” I look away from her confused stare in embarrassment. Robin is the first person I tell this massive secret to and I've only been in her company for the past 3 hours? But it felt right. It felt too right, almost.

Robin picks herself up from her space in the armchair and comes to sit on the arm of the sofa. She doesn’t hesitate to put her arm around my shoulders and squeeze me in for a side hug. I hadn’t realized that I had started to cry and I wipe my eyes and nose with the back of my hand. 

“I’m so sorry they said those things to you” I whispered while silently sobbing.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n, I have pretty thick skin when it comes to bullying. I've been in band for the past 3 years,” I look at her and let out a small laugh. The smile fades from her lips and a serious look takes over her face. “You don’t need to feel ashamed. Or embarrassed. I’m honored you told me, I know how much trust that takes. Thank you.” 

We sit embracing for a couple of minutes and I try to defuse the tension. “You know, I think you’re pretty hot.” She laughs, and I can feel the heat radiating off of her. She’s blushing. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Harrington,” she gives me a small smile. “I think you’re the prettiest girl in our year.” Now it was my turn to blush. I’m not sure if she’s saying this out of courtesy, sympathy, or if she really means it. 

“You don't have to say that” I roll my eyes and let out an embarrassed giggle. 

“I do.” She whispers back, the darkness multiplying the tension by 10. After a while of nervous silence, not sure what to say next, Robin asks you a question.

“I hope I’m not out of line for saying this, and you can one hundred percent say no,” I looked at her, questioningly, “but why don’t we go out sometime? We can go to the park or we can go to the cinema. Your choice… if you want-if you want to.” She was visibly nervous. In the pitch black, with only the dim glow from the paused movie TV static lighting up the room, I agreed to go on a date with her (”I’d like that”). We both can tell the other is excited but can also tell the other is exhausted. Robin moves back over to the armchair, which was just big enough for a teenage girl to curl up in, and I curl up to my sound asleep brother. It takes a while to finally get to sleep, but I can’t help my mind doing laps, thinking about my future date with Robin Buckley. 

[willow-salix]

Day 96 of Isolation on Tracy Island and I did something today that I never thought I would and I’m sure that I will be regretting it for months, OK, maybe years to come.

It all started when I entered the lounge, which is honestly an everyday occurrence, I walk in and those little sods start acting up, but this time it was John that caught my attention.

“What was that?” I demanded to know.

“What was what?” he asked innocently.

“That face you just pulled.”

“What face? This is my normal expression.”

“No it wasn’t! It was the same face you pull when Gordon tells a bad joke or when Alan convinced you to try Marmite on your bagel, that one that is a cross between disgust and what the hell was that. And I want to know why you directed it at me!”

“I did no such thing,” he sniffed, turning back to his book.

I whipped the book away, tossing it onto the coffee table. “Yes, you did. Now, explain.”

“I didn’t do anything, I looked at you the same way I always do, with love, great respect and a little bit of thankfulness."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Space man was lying through his teeth. Considering I’d just gotten dressed after a leisurely bath and actually bothered with makeup I didn’t think I looked too bad. Apparently I was wrong.

“She doesn’t look like she believes you, bro,” Scott grinned, stretching out full length on the couch, arms behind his head, clearly settling in to watch the show.

“Do I look offensive today? Do I smell? Did I snore all night? Give me a hint here, babe, ‘cause I’m getting a wee bit paranoid.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong and you certainly aren’t offensive-” John started.

“Not all of her anyway,” Scott added in his loudest side whisper.

“Not ALL of me? So part of me is?” I crossed my arms defensively, feeling a huff coming on.

“No, not a part of you,” John promised, but I know when he’s deflecting and that was a definite deflection, the same tone he uses on prank callers and people being dramatic while he waits for the local authorities to answer the call.

I turned my glare on Scott. I’ll give him his due, he held out longer than I expected before he cracked, a whole ten seconds at least.

“He hates that top you’re wearing.”

“What?” I glanced down at my top, one of my favourites. It was a vintage number from somewhere in the 1980’s depicting cartoon characters of a band called Queen. It was baggy, saggy, ripped in places, fraying at the collar where I’d hacked it off and at the arm holes where I’d cut off the sleeves. It hung off one shoulder and sagged on the other and it was sooooo cool and comfy. It was just the best shirt ever.

“What's wrong with it?”

John made a face and crossed his legs protectively. I raised an eyebrow at that, don’t tempt me, dude.

“It’s just…” he paused as if trying to pick the least offensive way to describe it.

“He thinks it’s ugly.”

“Scott, stop helping!” John groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

“Oh!” I squawked, totally shocked and utterly appalled. “It is not ugly.”

“It is a little. It’s obnoxious, the cartoons are weird and it hurts my eyes to look at it,” John admitted. Scott burst out laughing, earning him a glare from both of us.

"Let me get this straight," I uncrossed my arms and dropped my hands to my hips, as sure sign I was getting annoyed. "You, the one who's favourite shirt makes you look like a rodeo clown. You who owns a dressing gown that looks like it mated with a 1970's couch, you who probably only keep it because you can actually see the damned thing from space, think my shirt is ugly? You are judging ugly?" I was utterly flabbergasted.

There was a thump as Scott rolled off the couch but still didn't stop laughing. We both ignored him.

"Yes, I'm judging ugly and those things on your chest are ugly."

I looked down at the twins in horror.

"You know it didn't mean those!"

Breathless wheezing was all Scott could manage as he gave up trying to haul himself back into the couch and just accepted his fate, laughing so hard that he was now incapable of making any sound at all.

I nudged him with my foot but it did little good so I just stepped over his flailing legs and advanced on John.

"This shirt is an album cover, it is a classic, it is an amazing album and I love it!"

"And I love my rodeo shirt…" he paused, realising what he had just said. "Not that it is a rodeo shirt," he backtracked hurriedly.

"Who are you trying to convince here?" I asked.

"Hey, what are you guys yelling about?" Gordon asked, coming into the room and skidding to a halt as he caught sight of one brother rolling around on the floor and another looking like he wished he was anywhere but there at that moment. His eyes slid to me and widened.

"Gordon!" John seized on his brother's presence gratefully, obviously needing backup. "Can you please tell her that my shirt is not ugly, nor is that dressing gown you gave me for Christmas."

"And please tell him that this shirt is cool and in no way obnoxious or ugly, not like his couch print nightmare!"

Gordon's eyes darted between us and he backed up a few steps.

"What's that Grandma?" he called over his shoulder. "You made fresh cookies? Sure, I'd love to try them!" he was gone before we could blink.

Scott gasped for air, wiping the tears from his eyes as he attempted to pull himself together.

I dived straight back into the fray, I'm a woman, we don't back down when we know we're right.

"Your things are so hideous they deserve to be burnt to put them and us out of our misery!"

"I'll burn my things when you burn that baggy sheet you call a shirt!"

I had a split second to make a decision, do I keep arguing, do I back down or do I make a sacrifice for the good of mankind (and my own eyes)?

No way was I backing down.

"Deal!" I yelled triumphantly.

"Fine!" he yelled back. "But you have to pick one, if you're only burning one thing so am I."

“Fine!” I agreed, nodding as if it were a done deal. “Burn that dressing gown, I can live with the clown shirt.”

“Fine! But now I’m going to wear that shirt every day and buy more to make sure I don’t smell!”

“Dude, how was that a threat?”

He paused. “I don’t know, but it was.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Go and get that ugly thing!”

“I will.”

“Oh, and can you be amazing and grab me another shirt since I will apparently be needing one?”

“Sure,” he stalked away, then paused at the door and turned back to look at me. “What shirt do you want?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, just pick anything that takes your fancy, surprise me.”

He nodded and left again.

“Oh God, Oh I can’t breathe!” Scott gulped, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly in an attempt to calm himself. “Even when you two are arguing you completely miss the point and end up being nice to each other and it’s hilarious.”

I nudged him with my foot again. “Get up, Chuckles, we need to build a fire.”

***

"What's going on?" Alan asked, wandering over.

"John finally admitted that he hates her shirt," Kayo told him.

"Does everyone know you hated it? Why am I always the last to know?"

John shrugged, obviously not willing to risk speaking and annoying me further.

“Are you two sure you want to do this?” Virgil asked, tossing another log onto the fire that he and Scott (when he finally pulled himself together enough to stand upright) had made in the firepit on the beach. Yes, we have a firepit, they are men, they like to make fire, it makes them feel all cave man and grrrr. Like speeding around the world in rockets wasn’t enough.

By the time we had emerged onto the beach, each gently carrying our precious sacrifices, the entire family had turned out to watch. Obviously lockdown had been so boring that anything was entertainment to them, even us doing a clothes barbecue.

I rubbed the hem of my shirt between my finger and thumb, feeling the soft material. It had been washed so many times and almost worn to death that it was super soft, broken in, more comfortable than anything else I owned. It was comfort clothing. You know what I mean, like when you slip on your favourite pyjamas and cuddle up under a blanket and then suddenly the world doesn’t seem so bad? Yeah, that was this shirt to me. I could wear it with leggings and slouch around the house as I had done today, or I could team it up with a pair of tight jeans, a studded belt and a few accessories, tie it at the corner to make it a little more form fitting and I’d be acing the rock chick look. It was multi purpose! Not like that disgusting dressing gown that seemed to exist just to spite me. That thing served absolutely no purpose at all.

I looked down at my shirt again. Could I really do this? Could I really destroy something I loved because he hated it? I glanced over at him, dressing gown rolled up and tucked under his arm. Yes, yes I could, if it would make him happy.

The offensive gown was just as hideous when you couldn’t see the shape of the thing. How was that even possible? OK, so maybe it did serve a little purpose, if only to annoy me. It’s kinda always been there, you know? I know when he’s having a bad day when he comes home and gets changed into that thing. Because it’s soft and silky and sometimes gravity is just a little too harsh after more than a week in space and all other clothes seem too heavy for him to deal with. I’m used to finding him in the kitchen at random times of the day making a sandwich while wearing it, or first thing in the morning when he’s hunched over a big mug of coffee, or when there’s an emergency call and that’s the first thing he grabs so he's dressed when he answers. Hell, I’ve grabbed it too, I’ve worn it when I’ve felt crampy and sick because it smells like him and that's comforting and I've lost count of the times that it was the closest thing to hand and I had the sudden urge for chocolate at 3am. And when I’ve come home and it’s not hanging up in the bedroom I know he’s home too and that’s just the best thing ever.

I stupidly risked a glance at his face and saw the utter devastation there. Nooo, why did I do that? Why did I look?

No! Be strong! I could buy him another that was just as soft and comfy, maybe even more so, I’d buy an even better one. One that actually has a nice pattern, or better yet, no pattern at all, a nice midnight blue one that would look amazing on him. He’d love it in the end. And I’d make him buy me like twenty cool new shirts to make up for this one.

“How are they going to do this?” Alan asked as we stood side by side beside the flickering fire.

“John should go first because he started this by not being able to lie properly,” Scott decided after John and I stared at each other for a few seconds, completely baffled. What can I say, burning clothes is a new experience for me. I’ve only done it once and that time I’d actually planned it.

“Fine, I can go first,” he set his shoulders and balled up the offensive gown. “A deal is a deal.”

“Is he actually going to do it?” Alan whispered to Gordon.

“If he doesn’t I’m going to tease him forever,” Kayo admitted, joining in the conversation.

I heard John take a deep breath and step forward. He inhaled slowly then threw the gown.

I don’t know why I did it, I don’t even think it was a conscious decision, my arm was moving before I even registered what was happening. I didn’t even know I could move that fast, usually I’d be hard pressed to outpace a sloth. But my hand shot out and I snatched the gown from certain death, dropping my own shirt in the process.

“Why did you do that?”

I looked down at the bundle of poop brown and gold ick that had magically appeared in my hands.

“I don’t know.”

“Then give it back.”

“No!” I tucked it away behind my back. “You love this ugly mess.”

“But you hate it.”

“So? What does that matter? This isn’t about me, it’s not mine.” I pushed it into his hands and snatched my shirt off the ground, balling it up ready to throw.

It was his turn to snatch. “What are you doing?”

“Duh, burning the offensive shirt, I made a promise,” I tried to tug it away from him but he held firm.

“You’d still burn it even though you won’t let me burn mine?”

“Sure.”

“But you love it.”

“Yeah, and you hate it,” I shrugged. Simple enough concept. No one wanted to walk into a room and be hit with the stink eye because they were wearing something that was apparently ugly.

“You’re not burning the shirt, it’s your favourite. We can’t like everything, that makes life boring.”

“So you’re agreeing to disagree?” Alan groaned. “This was the most ridiculous waste of time.”

Everyone nodded their agreement, Virgil and Scott looking sadly at their fire, now unused for the purposes for which it had been built, it would receive no sacrifice today.

WHUMMMP! Flames leapt up as something landed in the middle of the fire and quickly took hold.

“What the-?”

A shirtless Gordon shrugged. “Well, someone had to do it.”

So yes, I may have made a big mistake because I’ll never be able to complain about the thing again now that I’ve saved its life. It's going to haunt me forever more.

[nockfellblues]

I don't know if you do these kinds of asks but how about reader pulling a hunger games type moment and confronting Larry before he kills himself saying if you go I do too I won't let someone I love die alone type thing.

All aboard the angst train ♥  written as a mini fic! TW for attempted suicide! Reader is gender neutral.

If you are in crisis, please call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline and get the help you deserve. Call 1-800-273-8255. If you are like me and are afraid to call, there are also live online chat options as well, located HERE! 

You’d known for awhile something was... off with Larry. Ever since Sal had officially moved in with Todd and Neil, Larry had been stadoff-ish on a good day, and on bad days would seclude himself in the tree house, Sanity’s Fall blasting from that tiny stereo so loud you could hear it from your shared basement apartment. To say you were worried about his behavior was an understatement. Especially after you’d begun to notice the pattern of near constant headaches, the fact that he was always saying it was too loud in the apartment, the occasional mutter of, “shut up,” to an empty room when he though you weren’t close enough to hear, and the quickly worsening whip of anger he’d been developing… You were walking on eggshells at any given moment.

Finally, it all hit a breaking point. 

You had been helping Larry pack up the remainder of his non-essentials, getting them ready to go over to his new room at Todd’s. It had been a process to pack a lot of his stuff up- it was a whole lifetime to sort through; countless weird knick knacks to decide to keep or not, finding old drawings and sketchbooks from his childhood, finding a random little thing that had been lost years ago tucked away in a dusty corner someplace… 

To be honest, it had been more reminiscing about his childhood and the memories about each of the items you both went through than it was actually packing. But it was fun, and the wistful smile he wore as he told you stories of his mother, his missing father and his years of shenanigans with Sal and Todd made every wasted second well worth it. 

When you unearthed a little silver puzzle box, you expected a fun story and for him to add it into the donation box for the local second hand shop for some needy kid to enjoy it later. But the simple question of, “Trash or stash?” quickly devolved into an argument about how much you didn’t care about his sentimentality or that it was an important object to him- and it just got worse from there- until you gave up, tossed up your hands, and stated you were gonna bring the box you’d finished earlier over to Todd’s while he cooled off, and walked out.

When you’d gotten there, the first thing you did was tell Sal what was up, hoping maybe he’d have some kind of wise words or what you could have done to set Larry off in the first place. Sally, ever the sweetheart, pulled you into a gentle hug, reassuring you that Larry was probably just having a rough patch and that he would talk to him and see if Larry might open up about it. 

Taking Todd up on an offer to stay the night, you threw on a movie and made yourself comfortable on the couch, falling into a dreamless sleep. 

Neil woke you the next morning with a killer cup of coffee and a poor mans breakfast of sugar coated pop tarts. Sally had come around not long after, letting you know Larry had texted him, and they’d be headed to the apartments for some, “Ghost hunting.” He seemed kind of tense but reassured you that he’d talk to Larry today, before he met up with Ash. Of course, you’d thanked him, and settled into Larry’s soon-to-be room to start sorting out some of the easier boxes.

—–

You woke up later, sprawled on the couch, to the sound of Todd rummaging in the kitchen. Yawning, you stretched and made your way out to greet him, smoothing out your bead-head. 

“Hey Todd, how as class?” You asked, grabbing a seat at the kitchen table. 

Todd shrugged, idly stirring an instant noodle cup, “No complaints. How’s Larry’s room coming along? Sal said you were unpacking this morning.”

“Well, I made it through the clothes and some oddball boxes… Did Sally mention anything about Larry by chance?”

Todd shook his head, “No, but he left with Ash almost as soon as he was back, so we didn’t have much time to chat. Knowing Sal, things should be smoothed over. He’s always been able to mellow Larry out like that.” 

With that, you decided to head back and see if Larry was feeling any better after some Sally time. It was getting dark, and the thick clouds looming overhead finally opened into a sweeping downpour just after you had left Todd’s. You stopped under a thicket of trees just off the road, hoping the rain would lessen, when your cell phone went off. 

Larry: [Name] im rly sry. i nvr meant that shit i said.

[Name]: Dude its all good i know youre stressed lately. Im heading back now.

Larry: stay at todds. and just dont blame urself ok? its my time to go.

[Name]: Larry wtf are you talking about? youre scaring me?

Without waiting for a reply you took off towards the apartments at a breakneck run. Bypassing the front door, you ran around the backside of the building to use the back entrance, when you noticed a light on in the old tree house- Then your gaze trailed down to the baggy with a neatly folded paper pinned to the lower steps on the tree.

You felt your blood run cold. He wouldn’t- no. 

“Larry!” You scrambled up the rickety planks, ignoring the note, and all but threw yourself onto the tree house floor. “Larry, don’t!” 

Tucked against the wall of the tree house, just under the little window, sat Larry, an old camping lantern lit in the corner beside him. His eyes were puffy and his hair disheveled, evidence that he’d been crying before. Tears welled in your own eyes as you took in his distraught expression and the bottle of whiskey in his hands. 

“[Name]..?” He whispered your name, and the way his voice cracked brought you to instant tears, and you all but launched yourself at him, pulling him into a desperate embrace. 

“Larry Johnson, you fucking asshole! Don’t you dare- don’t you dare take a sip from that bottle-”

“[Name]-” you cut him off, taking his face into your hands and forcing him to look at you. The circles under his eyes were so deep, and the absolute emptiness in them broke your heart.

“No! You listen here, you fucking string bean- you don’t get to do this. You can’t just… just push me away and expect me not to worry. You can’t just text… text me something like that and not expect me to come running to- to fucking keep you from being stupid! What the fuck am I supposed to do without you?!” You were openly sobbing now, practically screaming at the boy who all but held your entire world in his hands. “You’re all I have! You can’t just-just leave me behind and expect me to move on- who am I without my other half, Larry? Who am I?!” 

He scrunched his eyes closed, tears streaming down his cheeks again, as he shook his head.

“If you fucking kill yourself, I’m going with you. And you can’t stop me.” You knew it was a dirty trick to play, guilting him like this when his soul was this ravaged and he was so vulnerable- but you were being honest. What would you do without him in your life? What about Sal? God, what about poor Lisa? He was so dear to you all, so loved, and he was ready and willing just throw it all away-

“[Name], I-I can’t take it anymore- I just- the cult shit, that demon, the ghosts! The fucking whispers-  they’re dri-driving me insane! I‘m not like you or Sal- I can’t handle this shit anymore!” He finally breaks down into heaving sobs at that, burying his face into your shoulder, and dropping the bottle in favor of a bone-crushing embrace that you readily return.

You kick the bottle away from Larry, as far as you can get it, and quietly thank whoever will listen when the cap pops the rest of the way off, spilling the amber liquid and the mostly dissolved remnants of pills onto the tree house floor.

“…Why didn’t you just tell me? Or even Sal. Someone. You know we’d do anything for you, Larry, absolutely anything.” He didn’t reply, just shook his head and pulled you closer. What the fuck was was this place doing to him? You had to get him out- get him away- Larry’s phone vibrated from the other side of the tree house, but you elected to ignore it, praying whoever was calling was also smart enough to find you both before things got any worse.

He sniffled, hiccuping into you shoulder, “I’m so sorry, [name]. I didn’t mean anything that I said the other day- or anything I said in those other arguments. I just- This- this place is.. I think I’m going crazy-”

You shushed him, smoothing a hand down his hair and he devolved into body-wracking sobs that shook you both with the sheer force of them. Your soul ached for the boy you had known almost all your life- the boy you grew up with, shared secrets with, made countless memories with, and loved with all your heart. 

Why didn’t you see this coming sooner? “I know, Larry, I know. This place- there’s something still wrong with Addison apartments and we’re gonna get you out of here, forever. I promise.” 

“I-I’m so, so sorry, [name]. Please... Please don’t leave me.”

The rain continued to pour in violent sheets outside, but you distinctly heard the frantic voice of Sal, calling Larry’s name, as he ran towards the tree house. You had never felt such absolute relief in your life, even with Larry clinging to you like a lifeline, and the stain of his near-death slowly seeping into the floor of the tree house just behind you.

 “I’m not going anywhere, Larry. I’m with you, always, no matter what happens.”

—fin—

WHEW. I tried to make it so you could read their relationship as either romantic or platonic, and tried to stay as neutral as possible in gender as well! I hope this is alright, and I hope you like it! I’ve actually never seen the Hunger Games so I kinda went my own way ♥

I’d also like to use this space as a PSA:I’ve struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts and tendencies my whole life- don’t let your depression convince you that you are trapped or alone or unloveable. I know its hard, and there’s no easy fix for it, but there are things in life that make it worth sticking around. Even if its something as silly as looking forward to a new game or story or waiting for a flower you planted to bloom, there are reasons to keep living. Please be kind to yourself and remember, even if we’ve never spoken or interacted or existed in the same space, I know that you are worthy of being loved and cared for and you are not alone. 

If ever you feel like you are truly alone in this world, please reach out- there will always be people out here willing to lend a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, and a friend to those who feel lost ♥ I know i will always be open to anyone out there in need of a friend so, please, never be afraid to reach out!

[theamazingtrainernate]

What’s this? An assortment of Birthday Presents?

@fabulance sent:

It was only natural for Nate’s boss (and surrogate father figure) to spoil him on his birthday! The Aloan-Exeggutor headed young man would receive a large (and heavy) box gifted wrapped in dragon-pokemon designed wrapping paper! Inside find the following: a Blackthorn Dragon Tamer outfit (complete with cape!), a custom made whip similar to the one Lance and Clair use, an assortment of fruits, vegetables and water gotten from the Dragon’s Den and a CD containing a video message from Lance himself. It’d play a scene of the Champion Dragon Master wishing Nate a happy birthday right before having his dragons chase after a smuggling ring’s armored ship out on international waters. Yes there were explosions in the background...

“Always a busy man... dude’s probably busier than me huh?” He chuckles as he finishes watching his personalized message. Still.... “HOLY SHIT! These things are cool! Not to mention well made! I can’t wait to see how I look in this!” At this rate, he’s going to have a growing cape collection.

@silverliningheir sent:

He gave Nate a vouch for 25% off buying apricot juice and other items from the Kiosk he and Gold runs. That’s it. Not even a card or a happy birthday wish in person. 

“... Thanks dude, I’ll check it out when I’m in the area.” 

Koga (@fansirvice​) sent:

Nate would receive a simple birthday card with  an assortment of herbs and teas as well as a recipe book to help keep him healthy. He also got a note saying that if he wanted to learn a few espionage tricks or ninjutsu, Koga would be willing to give him a free lesson as a gift. 

“Huh.... didn’t expect to get anything from Koga... I might have to take him up on his offer.”

@hoennhunk​ sent:

Nate received a male Absol from Brendan along with a card! It read: Happy Birthday! Normally people see Absol as a bringer of disasters, but really they warn people when they’re about to happen. I’d say he’ll help safeguard you from danger, but let’s be real, you’ll race toward the danger to save people all heroic like. That’s why I made sure this fluffy guy knows a few tricks to help you out. 

“Woah.... you know you’re a lot more majestic close up, you know that right?” The Absol casually just flicks it’s hair, seemingly enjoying the praise that Nate gave it. “Well then,” he chuckled, “welcome to the team buddy! Looks like Brendan already gave you some cool tricks, so I’m sure you’ll fit in great with everyone else!”

Hugh ( @fansirvice​ ) gifted:

Nate’s best bro in the whole wide world actually managed to meet THE Nate in actual person wherever he was. Mostly because he wanted to deliver his gifts in person, which almost didn’t happen because someone travels all over the place too damn much! Pulling up to Nate on his motorcycle, Hugh removed the gifts from the passenger car he had attached on the side. 

“Happy Birthday, man. Your manager had no idea which region you’d be in but I have my ways to find you.” Thank you Pidove, living in his hair.  Nate got “rare” (Glarian) Stunfisk along with an assortment of vitamins for his pokemon. “I was going to offer to give you motorcycle driving lessons, but with the life you live you probably already know how to ride one. Along with jet planes, motorboats and maybe a train.”

“Hey, thanks dude! I’m sure this lil guy will come in handy one way or another! Besides, I think I’ve only really seen the Galarian ones on TV...” Of course, Nate was just about to rush in for a bro hug.... only to realize that Hugh mentioned motorcycle driving lessons. 

“Motorcycle lessons? BRO! Holy shit!” Now he wanted those extra badly! Especially since he didn’t know anything really about driving! After all, his pokemon were reliable and often times faster for what he needed... “Dude! They didn’t teach me any of that! Hell, I’m stuck resorting to my pokemon most the time! Either that or spendin top dollar to get someone else for me to drive. I actually would LOVE to learn how to ride a motorcycle like that badass one you have right there!”

Clasping his hands together, Nate bent down a bit as if he was almost begging... ok he was kinda begging. “Hugh, bro, my man... could ya please give me the lessons? Hell, I promise to stay in Unova while you teach me too! Please bro, please?”

[justkending]

Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 19.

NEW HEADER! I was bored the other day, and wanted to see if I could make one, so here we are!

Summary: Steve Rogers was walking down the streets of Brooklyn after finishing a mission. The goal was just to take some time to clear his mind along the city streets, but when he runs into a gorgeous young lady that looks extremely familiar… How can he go about moving on? Who is she? What does he know her from? Was that memory even from this decade?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)

Word Count: 3800+

Warning: SLOW BURN. Soooo slow, but sooooo worth it...

Chapter 19:

Wanda had a pair of leggings that she let you borrow, and Nat had an old grey Shield sweatshirt that was about two sizes too big for you, but you didn’t care. Lastly, you pulled out your hair from the ponytail you had been wearing all night. You could only wear your hair up for so long before you got a hair ache. Luckily, it was still styled nicely so when you pulled it out, the tight curls you originally put it in, fell over your shoulders more messy than before.

(Imagine the sweatshirt in a heather grey)

As the three of you made your way into the den, where everyone planned on meeting up after changing, you saw that the only people already there were Bucky and Sam.

“Howdy boys!” Nat spoke up making the two men look over from the couch they were on. “Where’s the rest of the gang?”

“Tony and Pepper are still talking to people who won’t shut up. God help them,” Sam answered. “Thor and Banner went to the lab for a second. Clint and Laura went to their hotel. Said they were turning in for the night, and were going to take advantage of sleeping in with no kids. And Steve is-”

“Right here.”

You turned around seeing the handsome man himself in sweats and a tight white t-shirt. Damn he looked good in anything he wore. Where was the fairness in that?

“Hey, nice outfit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything other than business attire, or ball gowns,” Steve said sending you a wink as he came over and stood next to you.

“That’s not true. You did see me that one time after I went grocery shopping,” you pointed out.

“Still not as casual as this,” he motioned to you.

“True,” you nodded making your way to the rest of the group.

“Those leggings really do look great,” he mumbled from behind you. You turned hearing something, but not knowing exactly what.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Just, uh, nice look,” he blushed.

“Surrreee…” you dragged out sending him a devilish grin before sitting next to Bucky.

“Cool sweatshirt you got there. Didn’t realize we had another badass joining the team,” Bucky joked.

“Oh, for sure. All I have to do is beat you out in a drinking competition and I’m in,” you sassed leaning back in the cushions.

“You do realize he has that whole super serum running through him right?” Sam chuckled.

“I’ll play fair then,” you winked toward him. Everyone raising an eye at your cockiness since they still didn’t know your secret.

“I knew I liked this girl from the moment I met her.” Nat spoke up.

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Eventually everyone who was going to be there, was there. Thor gave Bucky and Steve a good amount of this special alcohol that they were going on about. Steve said it was for him, and went on to make you a drink without people seeing that he was technically spiking it with this thousand year old liquor. Everyone thought you were just drinking the easy stuff, but they weren’t complaining about seeing someone trying to show up Barnes.

“Ok James. Let’s do this,” you smiled raising your shot glass.

“Let’s,” he grinned raising his before you both shot it back.

He cringed at the taste and shook his head out after. He looked over to you who hadn’t even flinched at the concoction. You sent him a side grin and a wink to show that he was clearly going down.

Steve leaned over knowing exactly how everything was going to unfold.

“Dude, you’re so in over your head,” Steve laughed.

“Shut up,” Bucky mumbled before turning back to you. “Ok Rosie. Let’s go again.”

“So quick? I thought you would want a second to bounce back,” you said crossing your legs and leaning forward.

“Bite me. Let’s go,” he said shaking his hands out, and bouncing in place like he was getting ready for a marathon.

You laughed and turned to Steve who was laughing at his friend as well. Once he looked over to you, you sent him a flirty smile. He returned it before coming to sit next to you. He poured the next round of drinks handing Bucky his, then yours next. He leaned in right before you took it.

“You know? If he loses this, and he will, he’ll be really grumpy and stingy about it for a week, if not longer,” Steve whispered in your ear.

“I’ll go easy on him,” you said leaning back into him. You turned back to Bucky raising the glass once again. “Salud Barnes.”

“Salud,” he mumbled before quickly taking the drink, and trying his best not to cringe at the burn.

This went on for about 45 minutes, and about 7 shots in you both were goners. Everyone else was in a good drunk stage as well. Steve and Thor the only two still sane.

“Guess we’re the babysitters tonight,” Thor said walking up to Steve who was watching you and Bucky talk very loudly toward each other, from a distance. Not in an argument, but just unaware of of the volume level that you were both at.

“When aren’t we?” Steve laughed watching you fall into Bucky. He hadn’t seen you this relaxed before and it was nice. You were very open and he was ready to learn more while he could.

“Your lady friend sure can hold her liquor,” Thor nudged him seeing he was still staring.

“That she can. I’m impressed to say the least.”

There was a pause as Thor saw Steve completely enthralled by you. He smiled, and then said something that made Steve whip his head toward the God.

“Especially considering what she’s been drinking,” A pause. “I know she’s been taking the Asgardian drink.”

“W-What? No, she-she’s been drinking just-” Steve rushed to defend.

“No need to defend it my dear friend. You’re not drunk and the amount you’ve used is enough for two. Clearly she’s not like a normal girl,” he nodded over at you.

“Thor-”

“What is she?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Steve let out a sigh before folding his arms over his chest and looking back at you.

“She’s human.”

“What human can drink that much and not-”

“Not regular human. My kind of human,” Steve sighed again.

“Oh. I see. So super soldier?”

“Semi. She had an experiment go wrong in the lab. Caused her to have healing and metabolism like me. The super strength and all got left out though,” Steve explained. He paused as Thor nodded taking it in. “Her father was the one who made and administered my serum.”

Now it was Thor’s turn to snap his head Steve’s direction.

“Wait, her father? Wouldn’t that make her close to-”

“Yeah. She’s the same age as me,” Steve smiled involuntarily.

“Wow. Looks like the stars are aligning for you Rogers,” Thor said smacking his back causing Steve to stumble in his stance. “Sounds like a match made by Hera herself.”

“Thanks Thor,” Steve chuckled.

“Anytime. Now, if I were you, I would cut those two off. The amount they’ve taken in may not be so fun for them in the morning,” He nodded over to you two. You were now standing and it looked like you two were about to spar. “Also, that doesn’t look like something we as babysitters should allow.”

“Oh God,” Steve muttered walking quickly to you two.

“Do it. I promise I can block it,” You said raising your hands up ready to defend.

Bucky had his hands in fist and raise as if he were about to attack. Everyone was watching, but unlike Steve, were excited to see something go down. They weren’t going to stop some mild entertainment.

“You said you’ve done this before?” Bucky asked unsure.

“Multiple times. Now come on,” you motioned him to you.

“Rose-”

“Come on ya big chicken, or are you just an ol’ geezer?” you said raising and eyebrow in an attempt to rile him up.

It worked because right after a loud growl, Bucky started coming at you full speed.

“Bucky!” Steve yelled only a few feet too far to stop the madness.

Let’s not forget though. You’re reflexes were enhanced by the serum so it was as if the whole entire attack was slowed down, and you reacted just as easily, but not as gracefully, to counter it.

He swung his non-metal arm toward you, but you grasped it pulling it slightly so that his balance was compromised. Then you twisted it to where it was behind his back, and he let out a grunt at the shift. As you came up behind him from moving with his arm, you knocked his knees out causing him to fall to the ground. The alcohol was not helping him in his case. Lastly, as he was on the ground you quickly shoved him to where he now had his whole body level with ground. You went and victoriously sat on his back still having his arm pinned back as well.

“Told you I’ve got it,” you whispered in his ear. You couldn’t see it, but he was wide eyed and still trying to wrap his alcohol soaked brain around what the hell just happened.

You looked up seeing shocked faces of everyone in the room. Nat, Tony, Pepper, and Sam had their mouths open so wide their jaws might as well hit the floor. Wanda was wide eyed, but it changed to a smirk quickly. Thor just had a huge grin on his face, and Steve… well Steve was trying not to fall in love right in that moment.

“What?” you asked looking at everyone. When no one did anything, you went back to the man under you. You patted his back and stood as he flipped over. He was wearing a mix of facial expressions. Shocked. Hurt. Confused. But also, thoroughly impressed. 

You put your hand out for him to take, and he looked at it wearily before taking it. You pulled him up, and stumbled back into Steve who caught you immediately. “Looks like I can take a man down, but can’t stand myself,” you giggled.

“Holy Shit, Rosie!” Nat shot up with the drink in her hand almost spilling. “That was amazing!”

You laughed again before standing up taller in Steve’s arms. He had a good grip on you to help with your faulting balance. You weren’t mad about it though. You liked the physical touch, and if that meant acting as if you couldn’t find your footing the rest of the night, then so be it.

“I’m sure you can do far more damage,” you waved her off as Steve’s arm snaked around your waist.

“Sure, but for someone who’s as drunk as you? That’s something right there.” Nat said.

“You sure you don’t want to join the team?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, it looks like you would be helpful outside of the lab too,” Tony spoke up.

“Years of practice,” you shrugged falling more into Steve.

“I’ll say,” Wanda mumbled sending you a wink.

“Ok everyone! ANOTHER ROUND!” Tony shouted. “If we are going to do anything as exciting to top that, I think we need to be a little more plastered.”

“I’ll drink to that!” you said raising a hand and going to take another shot, but a hand around your wrist stopped you.

“You sure about that?” Steve said sending you a warning smirk. “I think you got Bucky falling on his ass one time too many.”

“One time not enough,” you corrected even if it didn’t make sense. You pulled back into Steve, and placed a hand on his chest. His hand still on your wrist and making circles with his thumb. “I haven’t been drunk in a very long time. And by very I mean literally since I was probably 19.”

He looked down at your hand on his chest, and he grabbed it with his other hand giving it a sweet squeeze.

“Ok, but I just want you to be safe,” he whispered looking into your Y/E/C eyes now.

“Will do Cap. I think one more shot will be my limit.” You winked at him sending him that world stopping smile. He gushed under it and couldn’t stop from letting you go about your plans. You turned back to Bucky who was still on the floor, but leaning against the couch talking to people. The look of confusion still written on his face. “Him on the other hand? I think you may want to cut off.”

Steve followed your eye line, and let out a groan.

“I can’t do anything with him,” he said making you chuckle. “I won’t hear the end of how he got out drank by you too.”

“Eh, let him think he won tomorrow. I’m sure he won’t remember most of it anyway.”

“True,” Steve nodded placing a hand on your back. “Let’s go sit. I haven’t got to talk to you much still.”

“Oh well, the secrets are about to come out after this next drink,” you teased as you moved to grab his hand and interlaced your fingers through it. He looked down in shock then back at you. “But every secret I spill, you have to share one too.”

“I don’t have many secrets to-”

“Everyone does. They don’t even have to be juicy.”

He rolled his eyes playfully before sending you a grin.

“I can’t say no to you, and I think you’re using that to your advantage.”

“Hhmmm,” you hummed. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s one of secrets,” you said sending a devilish smirk.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered lowly in your ear.

“I hope not. I want to keep you around for a little.” you laughed making his heart skip a beat. “Come on. I’m sure we can get a few secrets out of this group too. They seem just as gone, if not more than Barnes.”

_____

Sure enough, they were. Once you started playing never have I ever, it was people spilling some unknown facts about themselves one after another. Yet again, people started getting side tracked and it turned into story time. Just random fights and mission stories that took turns in weird directions. It was nice listening in on them, and seeing a glimpse of what The Avengers do while on the clock.

To add to the fun, you were snuggled into Steve the whole time. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulders and you were tucked into his side as close as you could get. Your drunk self didn’t have the brain power to know just how intimate it was. You just knew that the warmth and comfort he was giving was nice and inviting. Steve wasn’t complaining, and every once and a while he would casually run a hand up in down your arm, or lightly play with your hair while you two were invested in a conversation.

It was like reflex, and half the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It was almost as if you two had been together for years and years before. It was serene, simple, and didn’t feel out of the ordinary at all. It felt… familiar.

It was getting close to 3 am before you guys decided to call it a night. You were having a hard time keeping your eyes open, and so was basically everyone else.

Wanda was the first to say goodnight, and then Pepper, Tony, and Sam followed. Nat offered to take you to your room they were lending you for the night, but Steve told her he would help you out, and she accepted because of how tired she was.

“I guess I’ll see you at breakfast,” Bucky said coming up to you and yawning. “What are the odds that I won tonight?”

You laughed as you crossed your arms looking up at the long haired man.

“You did good James. I think you beat me,” you said letting him take the win even though it was clear you were far less drunk than him on the same amount of drinks.

“Yeah I know. Just wanted to hear you say it,” he mumbled closing his eyes and smiling. You wouldn’t be surprised if he fell asleep standing up right there. “Ok, I’m going to bed,” he yawned again.

“Ok, Bucky. See you tomorrow,” you laughed as he stumbled. He leaned over unexpectedly, and engulfed you in a hug that almost smothered you. “Whoa…” you huffed trying to keep yourself from falling under his weight.

“You’re a good one Y/N. I like you,” he slurred quietly.

“I like you too James,” you chuckled.

“Don’t mess this up,” he whisper shouted toward Steve while you were still buried in his chest. His goal wasn’t for you to hear, but he wasn’t really all there to realize that that was impossible.

“I don’t plan on it, but if you continue to suffocate her-” Steve laughed coming to your rescue.

“Oh shit. Sorry,” Bucky said backing away, and letting you go to breathe.

“You’re fine Bucky. Just go get some advil and water before you go to bed to help ease my mind,” you said patting his back.

“You’re such a mom.” he giggled like a child before walking out. He saluted to Thor, and Thor did it back before he came to wish you good night.

“Well Miss. Ember, I’m certainly glad to have met you tonight.” Thor smiled down at you.

“It was great getting to know you as well Thor,” you responded gracefully as Steve came and wrapped his hand around your waist again.

“As I said before, you and Jane will have to meet and I’ll have to show you Asgard one of these days.”

“That would be a dream come true,” you smiled excitedly.

“Yes, well Asgard is beautiful beyond measures,” he said proudly.

Steve rolled his eyes ever so slightly and playfully before Thor could see knowing how much he could talk about his home.

“I’m sure it is,” you answered. “I hope that we will be seeing more of each other soon Thor. There are tons of questions that I didn’t get to ask tonight that I would love to in the future.”

“Absolutely. I’ll get out of your hair and let you two get some sleep,” he said offering a hand which you shook firmly. He turned to Steve doing the same. “I will see you soon Cap.”

“Will do.”

“Also, I second what Barnes said. Don’t let this one go. She’s a keeper, and I know a gem when I see one,” he winked toward you making you blush lightly.

“I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m going to mess this up, but I promise I will do my best not to,” Steve sighed before laughing.

Thor said his final good nights before heading out.

Steve began walking you to your room, and along the way you leaned into his form like you had been doing most of the evening. You rested your head on his shoulder, and his arm was still pulling you close to him, and you two slowly but comfortably made it to the guest room.

“This is it,” he said stopping in front of a white door.

“Ugh, a bed sounds so nice right now,” you sighed.

“I’m sure it does,” he laughed. “Um, my room is just down the hall. First door on the left if you need me.”

“Thank you Steve,” you smiled pulling back.

“Of course,” he smiled back.

“Not just for the room, but tonight,” you said taking his hand.

“It’s nothing Y/N-”

“But it is. All these years, I’ve closed myself out. I’ve avoided people, experiences, and so many other things in fear that it would all collapse around me,” you explained looking at your joined hands instead of his eyes. “I’ve gone through some really shitty things Steve. I’m just glad that you showed me that there’s a lot to NOT fear too.”

“Y/N-”

“Truly. You’ve done more than you think you do. I really appreciate it,” you said looking back up with thankful eyes.

They somehow sparkled in the low light, and Steve couldn't help himself from raising a hand to cup your cheek. He gently brushed a thumb over your cheek, and you fell into his touch closing your eyes. It was almost a place of refuge. A place of safe haven just being near him.

“Y/N… Can I-?” “Yes,” you answered before he could get it out.

Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his warm lips onto yours. You were feeling electricity with the small touches before, but this? This was jolts of lighting going through our body. You tilted your head to the side as you allowed the kiss to deepen. It started out soft and sweet, but seconds in, it became passionate and almost needy from both ends. It was like you two had waited almost a whole century for this or something…

Eventually you both pulled back for air, and stood there trying to calm your breathing as you looked at each other studying the others reaction.

“That was-” you started looking at his lips.

“Perfect,” he said cutting you off with another kiss just as shocking.

Finally you pulled back with a giant smile on your face.

“What?” he said looking down at the blush forming on you.

“Nothing. It’s just…” you paused looking up. “I wouldn’t mind doing this more often.”

He chuckled and your heart raced at the sound.

“I wouldn't mind helping you out with that.” he smirked. “But, I have a feeling we both want to get to bed pretty bad too.”

You nodded looking at the door knowing he was right. As much as you would love to stay in the hallway and make out like too lovestruck teenagers, you were exhausted from the evenings festivities.

“That’s very true. I may fall asleep standing up.”

“In that case, get some rest doll,” he said pulling you in for a tight hug before kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning” he whispered pulling away.

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” you smiled as your hand pulled apart, and he started walking down the hall.

You grinned as he turned around one more time with a giant goofy smile, and disappeared around the corner. You brought a hand up to your lip wishing his were still there. Then you let out a sigh pushing the door to the room open. In seconds of hitting the comforter, you were washed over with sleep. Of course all you dreamt about was Steve’s lips and hands. Oh, how they made your dreams that much better.

Chapter 20

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Awkwardly Well Meant

April 4: Meeting | Hydrangea | Brighter Than Sunshine by Aqualung (the song I listened to while writing this)

Here’s day 4 for @kiridekuweek2k19 . I hope you all enjoy!

     Eijirou slumped in his chair, hoping to hide his burning face behind his biology textbook. His two friends, Denki and Mina, were standing next to a student’s chair, chatting loudly to its occupant. Eijirou peeked over the top of his book, catching sight of green hair that spread out in soft curls, a sparkling, dark green eye, and a freckled cheek bunched from a bright, beaming smile. He slid further down, quietly groaning.

     Hanta, another one of his friends, gently patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, man,” he half-heartedly soothed. “Maybe they won’t screw over your chances of ever getting a date with this guy.” Eijirou only responded with a strained whimper.

     While Denki and Mina were good-hearted, well-meaning people, they lacked every form of grace and subtlety that all humans needed. That did not bode well with Eijirou whose main goal, at the moment, was to not embarrass himself in front of the cute, green-haired guy sitting two rows ahead of him. And those two were only known for their embarrassing tactics.

     Eijirou straightened up long enough to drop his forehead onto his desk, accepting defeat. There was no way the guy wouldn’t think he was some kind of weirdo now.

     Their biology teacher, Aizawa, stepped through the doors a few moments later and Denki and Mina scrambled to their seats.

     “What did you two do?” Eijirou hissed at them, using the settling of forty students to drown out his words.

     Denki flashed him a wide, smug grin from the other side of Hanta. “We helped you score, dude!”

     Eijirou plopped his head into his hands, groaning a pained, “Oh no.”

     “We didn’t try to talk you up,” Mina promised, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Since, y’know, it didn’t work that well last time...” Eijirou shot her a disgruntled glare. She gave him a sheepish smile in return.

     “But we got some info on him,” Denki spoke up, bouncing a little in his seat. “He’s majoring in botany and he really likes flowers.”

     “Yeah!” Mina perked up, squeezing Eijirou’s arm. “So take your suave, Cassanova self and woo him with your flower skills!”

     Eijirou’s heart skipped at the idea of using flowers to charm the guy sitting in front of him. It sounded romantic— hell, it sounded manly— but something sank into his chest, weighing it down as Aizawa started class.

     He didn’t have any flower skills.

     When his classes had ended for the day, Eijirou had sprinted across campus to the library to grab every book about flowers he could find. He couldn’t waste a single moment. The guy he was crushing on was the sweetest, kindest person he’d ever met. If he wasn’t already spoken for, someone else could come in at any time and—

     Eijirou screeched to a halt, a stack of books teetering in one of his hands while he reached for another one on the top shelf.

     What if... what if he was already with someone?

     Eijirou shoved his hand into his pocket, fishing frantically for his phone. He whipped it out and called the first person in his recent contacts list.

     “Hey, Kiri!” Mina greeted on the other end.

     “Is he even single?!” Eijirou blurted out, earning a few glares and shushes from other students. He murmured a small “Sorry” and slipped to an abandoned corner of the library.

     The other end of the call was silent before Mina shrieked, “Holy shit, Kami! We fucking forgot to ask if he was single!” There was a languished cry in the background and Eijirou was fairly certain he heard Hanta murmur something similar to, “That was, literally, the most important question you should have asked.”

     Eijirou groaned and ran his free hand down his face.

     “Wait, wait!” Mina suddenly shouted, startling him. “Bakugou says he is— Wait, how do you know?” There was a pause and a gruff voice reluctantly mumbled something Eijirou hadn’t been able to catch.

     “OH MY GOD!” Mina squealed, cackling maniacally. The sound of Katsuki snapping at everyone almost overpowered the hysterical laughter filling the phone’s speaker.

     “Woah, wait, Ashido,” Eijirou piped up, glancing around the library to make sure no one could hear the delirious screeches and giggles coming from his phone. “What’s going on?”

     “Kiri, you’re not going to believe this!” Mina crowed. “Holy shit. So, turns out Bakugou is childhood friends with your man.”

     Eijirou tensed, a mixture of dread and excitement churning in his stomach. “Really?! Put him on the phone! I need to know what kind of flower he likes— Wait, no, ask him if he’s single— No, no! Does he even like guys? Oh shit, I didn’t even think of that—”

     “Calm down, man,” Mina comforted, chuckling. “Bakugou said he’s not going to help you win over that— what did you call him?— ‘useless shithead’.”

     “That’s rude, bro!” Eijirou cried, earning more glares and hushes.

     “Don’t shoot the messenger,” Mina huffed, a tinge of humor laced into her tone. “Anyway, he said yes, he’s single—”

     “Because only a fucking idiot would even think about dating him,” Katsuki screamed in the background.

      “Love makes people do crazy things,” Hanta supplied. There was the sound of grunting and scuffling on the other end.

     “Watch the lamp!” Mina warned, then sighed. “Anyway, yes, he’s single. Yes, he likes guys. And no, Bakugou won’t tell you what kind of flower he likes because, and I quote, ‘That fucking moron loses his shit over any kind of flower so it shouldn’t fucking matter.’ Does that help?”

     Eijirou exhaled slowly and rubbed his temple. “Yeah, it does. Thank Bakubro for me, would you?”

     “Sure,” Mina chirped. “Ah, shit. I gotta go— I SAID WATCH THE LAMP!” The sound of something breaking cut through the cacophony. Eijirou heard a whispered “Oh fuck” before the line went dead. He pulled his phone away to stare at the screen, saying a silent prayer for a quick and painless death for his friends before he went back to his search for books on flowers.

     Eijirou had always known there were a lot of flowers in the world, but he’d never realized how many there were. He was officially pulling an allnighter now with trying to find the perfect flower that conveyed the message ‘Hey, I’d really like to get to know you, and, if you’re ok with it, I’d like to become more than friends in the future, but it’s totally ok if you don’t feel like that because having you as a friend would be just as amazing too.’

     Eijirou dropped his head onto the book laid open in front of him, hand resting limply atop his laptop. He hadn’t wanted to risk having his message misinterpreted so he’d double, triple, quadruple checked every fact on flower symbolism he could find.

     There were so many different meanings, and different countries had different meanings for the same flowers. Eijirou felt like he’d just crammed for a test.

     Wait... didn’t he have a test in Mr. Yamada’s class today?

     Eijirou groaned loud enough that his roommate, Katsuki, chucked a pillow at his head as punishment for waking him.

     The next time he had biology class that week, Eijirou was nursing a horrible cup of coffee Denki had offered him. It was bitter, but at least it kept him awake. He’d been getting only a couple hours of sleep the last couple of nights, stressing over the perfect flower to give to the shining, green-eyed man in front of him.

     “Guys!” Mina greeted happily, slipping into her seat next to Eijirou. The redhead groaned, his muddled head ringing from her voice. “You’re not going to believe the scoop I got yesterday!”

     “Got something good for your article in the school newspaper?” Hanta asked, peering over Eijirou.

     “Nope!” she tittered. “Even better! Guess who I have in my literature class.”

     “Mineta?” Denki hazarded.

     Mina crinkled her nose. “Ew, no. It’s Uraraka! The girl who sits next to your lover boy.” She nudged Eijirou, wiggling her eyebrows.

     Eijirou tipped his head up enough to look at the brunette sitting next to his crush. She looked like she had a bubbly personality with pink, round cheeks. She talked excitedly to the green-haired student, hands waving in the air. He listened to her with rapt attention, adding in small tidbits of conversation when she paused long enough for breath.

     Eijirou felt his face burn as he flushed. “That’s cool,” he replied tiredly.

     Mina shot him a small pout. “Ok, I know you’re tired, so I’m going to pretend that you didn’t sound completely unfazed by the fact that I talked to your crush’s friend. She could, literally, make or break your chances at going out with him.” A shock of anxiety coursed through Eijirou’s veins.

     “But anyway,” Mina continued on, unaware of the panic seizing him. “She actually came up to me first, after class, and said she saw you making ‘doe eyes’ at him and was wondering when you’d make a move. So then I told her that you were trying, but got a little stuck with trying to confess through flowers—”

     “Ashido, please,” Eijirou begged. “You’re too loud!”

     “Oh!” she yelped and dropped her voice down to a whisper. “Sorry. So, she told me that Midoriya really likes—”

     “Wait,” Denki cut in, brows furrowed. “Who’s Midoriya?”

     “The guy Eijirou’s crushing on, you idiot,” Hanta hissed, smacking him lightly on the back of his head.

     Eijirou dropped his head onto the desk, feeling like smoke was coming out of his pores. “Guys, please,” he whimpered. “He’s right there!”

     “Wait,” Denki proceeded on. “Did you even know his name?”

     Eijirou turned his head to find his friend looking at him with concerned confusion. “Of course I did!” he lied. He had actually only known the name “Deku”. It was a nickname Katsuki and the brunette called the green-haired guy. He had heard Aizawa call his real name once, but he had been too captivated by the soft-spoken man’s splattering of freckles that seemed to highlight the stars in his eyes to actually catch it. He hadn’t heard anyone else say it after that and he had been too embarrassed to ask.

     Deku Midoriya. It wasn’t his full name but it was better than what he’d had.

     “Sure,” Mina hummed, unconvinced. Eijirou shot her a half-hearted glare, but she waved it off. “Well, anyway, Midoriya really likes bigger flowers, so if you can, try to get those.” She gave him an encouraging smile and the soft scowl on Eijirou’s face quickly melted away.

     “Thanks, Ashido,” he murmured. “Does he like a specific color?”

     Mina pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “Nope, she didn’t tell me he had a favorite color. She just said make sure it’s a natural color. He doesn’t like ‘fake flowers’, or something like that.”

     Eijirou nodded, tiredly making a mental note. “Ok.”

     Aizawa entered the classroom at that moment and Eijirou tried to drag up every ounce of willpower he had to make it through the lecture.

     After a few more days of debate, Eijirou had finally decided on a flower. He’d made a list of large flowers and then had the sudden realization that, as a broke college student, he didn’t have a lot of money to spare for them. That had set him back half a day, which had been filled with bemoaning and Mina bringing him ice cream. But after more consideration and a bit of scouring, Eijirou had found the perfect flower to give to Midoriya.

     Eijirou huffed a soft laugh as he skipped out of his dorm, still finding it amusingly fitting that Midoriya’s name had the kanji for “green” in it. It was almost like he had been born to fit into his surname.

     He shook the thought away as he headed to his biology class, taking a small detour along the way. There was an older woman that lived across the street from the campus that he tried to wave to whenever he walked by. She was usually outside, tending to her multitude of flowers or sitting in her rocking chair on her porch, reading, knitting, or thinking. She always returned his waves with her own, a bright, wrinkled smile shining on her face. He’d spoken to her a few times too in passing and had formed, what he would like to think as, a solid acquaintanceship.

     She sat on her rocking chair this morning, the newspaper she held almost hiding her completely from view. Eijirou cleared his throat and called out from the street. “Good morning, Ms.Shuzenji!”

     She folded down her paper, a soft, worn smile on her face. “Good morning, Eijirou,” she greeted in return. “How are you doing, young man?”

     “I’m doing pretty good,” he grinned, fighting past the nervous twist of his stomach. “Actually, I, um, kind of have a favor to ask of you.”

     Shuzenji arched a thin eyebrow and set her newspaper to the side. “Is that so? What can I do for you then?”

     Eijirou unconsciously rubbed the back of his neck. “W-well, I, uh— There’s a... person that I really really like and they’re really into flowers. I thought I’d give them one, but I’m kind of short on cash, so I was wondering— I mean, I don’t want to bother you, but I just... I was kind of hoping to, um—”

     “Young man,” Shuzenji interrupted. Eijirou snapped his mouth shut with a loud clack. “I’m an old woman who doesn’t have a lot of time left on this world to waste. Why don’t you stop dancing around the subject and go ahead and tell me what I can do for you.”

     Eijirou swallowed and took in a steadying breath. “Could I have one of your flowers to give to them? I can pay you back, it just might take a little while. Or I can clear out the weeds, or help you replant some of your flowers, or—”

     The woman’s warm, gentle laugh made the words on Eijirou’s tongue stagger to a halt. She waved a leisurely hand and slid off her chair with creaking joints, grabbing her cane. “There’s no need, young man,” she consoled. “What type of flower were you looking for?”

     “I, uh—” Eijiriou cautiously crept down her sidewalk, anxiously waiting for Shuzenji to suddenly change her mind. “I was hoping to have one of your hydrangeas... A purple one, please.”

     Shuzenji gave him a questioning look. “That flower has quite a few different meanings for it. Are you sure you want to give something that’s a symbolism of the cold shoulder to someone you’re interested in?”

     Eijirou felt his ears burn. “I, um, I read it also means honest emotions and wanting to get to know someone better. Did I... did I get that wrong?”

     The woman’s smile slipped back onto her face, making the wrinkles around her eyes more prominent. “No, that’s also true. I’m glad to know you did your research, young man. Now, let’s see what we have here...” She grabbed a pair of delicate shears and slowly made her way down her porch steps. Eijirou trailed behind her, twisting his fingers. Shuzenji paused at a row of hydrangea bushes and readjusted her glasses. She peered at the flowers, humming softly as she passed by each one. Eijirou bit his bottom lip as they walked by the first two bushes, none of the flowers seeming to catch the woman’s attention.

     Worries started to scamper through his mind. Had she changed her mind? Was she not going to let him have a flower? It seemed like a stupid thing to be concerned about, but he had been planning this for almost a week now. He wanted things to go perfectly.

     At the last bush, Shuzenji halted, eyes narrowed. Her gaze was glued to a small patch of flowers, ranging from pink to blue. With swift, steady hands, she grabbed one by the stem and snipped it off. Stepping back, she turned and offered the hydrangea to him with a kind smile.

     Eijirou hesitated to take it. It was a perfect sphere of blossoms. The petals were a soft, pale purple tinged with pink, and not a single one was damaged. If he hadn’t seen Shuzenji cut it off herself, he might have believed it wasn’t real.

     “Woah,” he breathed, a giddy smile twisting the corners of his lips as he grabbed the flower with gentle fingers. “It’s beautiful. This is— Thank you so much, Ms. Shuzenji!”

     The woman chuckled and patted his arm with a small hand. “Oh, no need to thank me. I remember what it was like falling in love. Tell me, who is this lucky person that caught your eye?”

     Eijirou froze, hesitating in his answer. “Th-they— It’s—” He swallowed, steeled himself, and pressed on. “His name’s Midoriya.”

     Shuzenji twisted around, brows arched high in surprise. “Izuku? Well, I shouldn’t be so surprised. He’s a wonderful young man. Very bright and kind.” She gave Eijirou a proud look. “I’m glad you two found each other.”

     A monstrous, relieved smile curled Eijirou’s lips. “Thanks, Ms. Shuzenji.”

     The woman smirked and lightly slapped his arm. “Now, get going. I’m sure you have quite a lot of things to do, young man.”

     Eijirou startled. “Oh shit, right, classes!” He started to race down the sidewalk then skidded to a halt and whirled back around to wildly wave his free hand. “Thanks again, Ms. Shuzenji! You’re the best!”

     He spun on the ball of his foot and raced off again, the bright, hearty sound of the woman’s laughter following behind him.

     He sprinted into his biology classroom with a light sheen of sweat coating his brow and his breaths coming in ragged heaves. Mina, Denki, and Hanta all turned in their seats to look at him, concern creased into their faces. He flashed them a quick thumbs-up and a wobbly smile full of nerves. Straightening, he marched further into the classroom, past his friends, and didn’t stop until he was two rows ahead, standing next to the green-haired man: Izuku Midoriya.

     Eijirou had murmured the name between pants as he’d run to his class. It had rolled off his tongue and left a sweet taste in its wake.

     Izuku was sitting in his chair, nose buried in a book and a notebook opened next to him, half-filled with scribbled writing. His friend, Uraraka, sat next to him, scrolling through her phone with bored interest. Neither of them had noticed him yet.

     Eijirou swallowed and tried to control his breathing and erratic heart. He was starting to doubt it was banging against his ribcage just because he’d decided to run. Flurried movement caught his attention and he glanced to the side to see Denki, Hanta, and Mina elbowing each other with wide, excited grins. Mina made a large “go on” motion and Eijirou felt his face grow hot. Hopefully, everyone would think it was only from exertion.

     He slowly inhaled and turned back to Izuku. “E-excuse me?”

     Uraraka was the first one to look up. Her eyes widened when they landed on him and a wolfish grin spread across her face. She roughly elbowed Izuku who choked on a squeak of surprise. When he looked over at Uraraka, she urgently pointed towards Eijirou. Izuku turned around and Eijirou’s heart screeched to a stop.

     Green eyes pinned him down, gently stripping him bare of his secrets and exposing every piece of himself. They were filled with a blinding inner shine and Eijirou felt like he was falling into them.

     “Oh!” Izuku yelped and Eijirou jumped out of his thoughts. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there! Are you— Do you need something?”

     ‘You,’ passed through Eijirou’s mind, but he hurriedly shoved it away.

     “U-um, hi,” he stammered out instead, riding on a wave of adrenaline to get through this interaction. “I’m, uh, I’m Eijirou Kirishima. I—”

     “I know you!” Izuku suddenly cried, a dazzling smile filled with excitement curling his lips. “You’re the guy who created that energy efficient solution for large scale production companies that cut back on their carbon footprint and helps preserve the surrounding environments. You presented it last year at the Environmental Science Internship Convention, right?”

     Eijirou blinked, his blush reaching up to his ears and down his neck. “Y-yeah, that’s me.” He wracked his brain, trying to remember green curls, bright green eyes, and freckled cheeks from the convention.

     “Oh my gosh, this is incredible!” Izuku cheered. “I wanted to talk to you about it so bad, but there were a bunch of people talking to you after your presentation and I didn’t want to disturb you. Plus, my friend was about to do her presentation next and I didn’t want to be late for that. Hers was about how to save endangered species of frogs, I don’t know if you heard about it. Anyway, I have to know, how do you think those companies would react to your idea? A lot of them only think about money, so do you know if there’s any way to make it more financially appealing to them?”

     Eijirou’s heart thrummed in his chest at the unwavering attention Izuku was giving him. “I-I, um, I was thinking that maybe there could be some form of tax reduction for implementing it, so it could cost about the same.”

     “What about installing it? I’d imagine it would cost a lot to switch the entire factory over and people can have the mentality of ‘if it’s not broken, why fix it’.” There was no sign of arrogance or smugness in Izuku’s tone, only sincere, honest curiosity.

      Eijirou felt his chest swell with warmth at the interest. “Yeah, but with the tax reduction and how much money they’ll save from installing it, I think a smart business person would realize how much it would benefit their company.”

     Izuku’s smile grew as he delved into another question. Eijirou, lost in the discussion and eager green gaze, quickly answered it and every other one afterward. The world bled away until it was just the two of them and Eijirou’s project from last year.

     Until Uraraka suddenly poked Izuku in the ribs. “Sorry to crash the party,” she whispered loudly. “But Mr. Aizawa’s here.”

      A heavy weight of disappointment fell onto Eijirou’s heart, dragging it down into his stomach.

     “Shit,” Izuku hissed, his contagious smile dropping. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to keep you, Kirishima.”

     Eijirou opened his mouth to dismiss the apology, but the words halted in his throat when Izuku offered, “Do you want to sit here?”

     He stared at Izuku’s open, expectant face, his mouth moving soundlessly as his brain scrambled to fully process the question. “Y-yeah!” he finally breathed out. “Yeah, that’s— Ok, thanks.” He plopped into the seat next to Izuku, whose smile seemed brighter and larger than before. 

     His gaze flicked down and a spark of confused curiosity lit his eyes. “What’s that?”

     Eijirou glanced down, noticing the flower still clutched in his grasp. A flush of red swept across his face. “O-oh yeah, I, um— Here.” He shoved the flower at Izuku, startling the poor man. “S-sorry, it’s a, uh, it’s a hydrangea. I, um, heard you were majoring in botany and that you really like flowers, so...” He swallowed as Izuku tentatively took it, his freckles beginning to disappear as pink tinted his cheeks. “I guess you, uh, already know their meaning, right?”

     Izuku slowly nodded. “They’re well known as flowers given to lovers that were ignored or wronged, or a way to turn down someone’s marriage proposal. B-but they can also be used to convey honest emotions or show interest in getting to know someone, th-that’s what the purple ones mean, at least. A-and the pink ones usually are for...” He trailed off, the dusting on his cheeks turning into a prominent red. Eijirou waited in tense silence and swallowed thickly. Izuku’s gaze was glued to the hydrangea held between his fingers, his eyes distant as though he was lost in his thoughts.

     “I, uh,” Izuku started and cleared his throat. “I have a class after this that goes on until two. M-maybe after it we can meet up to, um, talk about your project some more? I-if you want to, that is,” he quickly tacked on.

     Eijirou released a shaky breath, his heart skipping weightlessly in his chest. “Y-yeah, that sounds great! Where, uh, where do you want to meet up?”

     Izuku’s shoulders started to hunch up and the red on his face spread to his ears. “We could meet up at the cafe on campus.”

     “Alright, class,” Aizawa tiredly cut into their conversation, snapping the awkward men out of their verbal dance. “Let’s get this lesson over with.” The room immediately fell silent as he trudged from his desk to the whiteboard.

     Eijirou leaned towards Izuku, murmuring, “That sounds great! I’ll meet you there.”

     Izuku’s gaze finally broke away from the flower and a shy, thrilled smile lifted a corner of his lips. Eijirou beamed back, wishing he could unleash the pent up excitement in his chest with a loud whoop. Unfortunately, if he did, he had no doubt that Aizawa would kick him out of the classroom for the rest of the semester.

     He settled on doodling small hearts and hydrangeas on the margins of his notebook for the rest of the class instead.